Jerk off and jerk off some more, well, it's either that or spend a ridiculous amount of time and energy trying to conceal my raging boners from four of the most attractive women in my life, my mom and sisters.
I know, I shouldn't talk that way about family but damn we look like we belong in a magazine and my dick can't exactly help itself with all the pheromones and skimpy clothes. They're practically begging my pecker for it's attention.
It's not their fault. They don't realize what they're doing. How could they but I sure as hell don't know how to ask them to be more mindful. So I started a jerk off routine instead.
It's not great and it's far from perfect but life is busy and honestly masturbating right before bed and first thing in the morning has helped a little. Besides, it's way more fun and usually less painful than concealing it all the time.
I say usually less painful because sometimes I like to abuse myself by masturbating for hours on end to see how long I can go without erupting all over the sheets which usually leaves my dick pretty swollen and sore.
I kinda wish I didn't have to worry about my erections at all but with the recession my three sisters and I have all had to move back in with mom for one reason or another.
It's embarrassing for us and privacy is almost nonexistent but having us home makes her happy so it's kind of perfect for right now. Or I should say it would be if my prick didn't have a mind of it's own popping up every five minutes to say hello.
Living with four women you're related to means the fewer no reason boners the better. I mean they're not for no reason but if I ever get caught that's my excuse. It's only going to get worse too because our aunt Riley and her daughter Sam are spending the summer with us before Sam returns to UPenn in the fall.
Needless to say I really don't want to deal with the drama a public erection in a house full of female relatives would cause.
That's why I'm running upstairs right now to rub one out before I go pick them up from the airport. It's not my usual pre-bedtime dick in hand fun time routine but figured it would be better to be safe than sorry. Can't exactly be standing at attention at baggage claim or worse during a long hug hello with my aunt or cousin.
I flew into my room, swiped at the door in a lazy attempt to close it behind me, dropped my shorts to the floor and rolled into bed. My penis was already rock hard and throbbing in anticipation. I quickly slathered a thick layer of lube all over my hair free care free manhood and was off to the races.
God it felt good. Why wasn't I masturbating in the afternoon more frequently? My legs were slightly bent, relaxed out to the sides, my right hand was stroking up and down on my shaft while my left hand loosely cranked around the neck and head.
After a few minutes pre-cum beaded from my urethra before rolling down the backside of my pink helmet and into my twirling left hand. Then another and another.
I don't know if it was the change in routine or what but I suddenly felt compelled to taste it so I stopped masturbating and collected a big dollop of the clear liquid on my left index finger before continuing to stroke with my right. I rose it over my mouth and as I touched it to my tongue mom came barging in.
"If you don't leave now you'll hit traffi....oh....my cock!!! umm...shit...sorry sweaty...your cock err, your door was um...open or or I would have...I should ummm wow, have knocked...holy....umm why are you still...err stop it. You you Stop. Now! You...mmm... you should stop...please...stop..." Her words finally droned to a stop as her mouth just sorta hung open.
The look on her face was pure shock. It was like a train wreck. Something bad was happening but neither of us could look away. We had to see the crash for ourselves.
