When I awoke it was bright daylight in the room, and my mother was standing over me, calling my name. She was in her big blue robe, hands on her wide hips, frowning down at me. I glanced at the wall clock. It read 9:28 AM. I had been asleep about five hours.
"BOBBY," my mother said again.
I cleared my throat. "What? I mean, good morning. I mean, what? What's wrong?"
She pointed at my midsection, and I looked down to see the enormous tent my cock had made in the blanket, sticking straight up for all the world to see. My hardon had come back at some point, with a vengeance.
I vaguely remembered now that I had just been having a dream about having sex with.... Donna? Mom? Both at the same time? I had an image in my mind of two women on the bed, on all fours, their big wide white rumps sticking up and their wet juicy pussies dripping in anticipation of me shoving my cock in first one, then the other, back and forth..... was that my dream, or was that just my ..... dream? I couldn't remember exactly, but it had been a very very sexy dream, and had done its work on my hormones.
"For God's sake, Bobby!" my mother said, still pointing at it. "Did you have.... THAT.... going on when your sister left for work this morning? Were you lying there with that thing sticking up like that?"
I shrugged. "I... maybe. I don't know. I was asleep."
"Oh for GOD'S SAKE, Bobby!" she shouted at me.
"I'm sorry!" I shouted back. "I was asleep, what do you want me to do? I was asleep! How could I even know about it?"
"So in other words, as far as you know, your poor innocent sister gets ready for work and comes out of her bedroom to head out the door and there you are, lying on her couch, her SWEET LITTLE BROTHER who she hasn't seen for almost two years, lying on her couch with this big giant.... MOUND.... Right there? On her couch! I mean... I mean.... For GOD'S SAKE, Bobby!"
"Well I'm sorry!"
"Don't yell at me, young man!"
"Sorry."
Then we lapsed into silence, both of us staring at my enormous erection. It didn't move.
"Uh..." I managed.
"What?" she demanded, still looking at it, arms crossed imperiously over her swelling breasts.
"Well.... I mean, I guess I better get up and, you know.... Take care of it, I guess."
"You SHOULD have taken care of it LAST NIGHT. Why didn't you?"
I looked up at her defiantly. "Well if you remember I TRIED TO, but you said NO. Remember?"
She shook her head. "There is more than ONE WAY to get rid of an erection, mister. Don't pretend like you don't know what it is. Now I want you to get up and march in that bathroom and GET IT DONE, so we can at least have a few hours' peace without.... Without it STICKING UP all the time! Good grief! It just never goes down!"
"Okay," I said, and pushed the blanket off and stood up. For a moment we faced each other, me with my underpants sticking out obscenely, her with her chest sticking out obscenely, and I thought to myself, with THOSE TITS swinging and bouncing around in front of me all day, you think my cock will go down? You're crazy, lady.
But I didn't say anything. I walked around her to the bathroom. At the door I turned and faced her sheepishly. "Sorry, Mom," I said again, and tried a half-smile. She wasn't having it.
In the bathroom, I realized that I had to pee very badly, but of course there was no way to do that with my burning erection standing in the way. I pulled my underpants down once again and sat on the toilet.
For a minute I just looked down at my naked hardon, almost blood-red in its pulsating desire to fuck something, almost making me feel faint from lack of blood anywhere else in my body. I wrapped the fingers of my left hand around the base of my cock, with the idea of rubbing it gently for a few minutes before I really got to work with my right hand, that being the customary way I jerked off....
But the pressure of having to urinate so bad did battle with the pressure of my erection, and I just sat there, paralyzed, with my cock in my hand, still hard, unmoving, me staring down at it. Minutes went by.
"Bobby?" came my mother's voice from the other side of the door.
I cleared my throat. "Yeah, Mom?"
"I don't hear anything going on in there. Are you doing it?"
"I'm trying," I replied hopelessly.
"What do you mean? What's the matter?"
"I don't know, I just can't.... I don't know. I'm trying, okay?"
She was silent a moment, then in a quiet voice she spoke up again. "Is something wrong?" I didn't say anything. "Are you... are you rubbing it like you're supposed to?"
"Yes, mother, I'm rubbing it. I know how to do it, I've been doing it for a long time now, okay?" But in fact I wasn't rubbing it, I was just holding onto it by the base and staring at it.
"You're rubbing it right now?" she asked.
"Well not RIGHT NOW, I mean I stopped when you said something."