Note to all: I have a story to tell and I'm not sure how long it'll take me to tell it. This may be continued. If you're in a hurry for a particular ending, skip to the end and see if that's what you want.
After Mom went upstairs for the night I had to masturbate before I could go to sleep. I usually did this on average about twice a day so I had a system all worked out. I kept Penthouse Forum magazines under the bathroom sink, in the back under towels where they couldn't be seen. I don't know why but I always got more out of putting myself into the storyline versus looking at pictures of naked women. I was reading my story and working things along when there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Uhh, hello?" I managed to get out.
Of course, I had stopped masturbating and hoped that the fan had covered up over any noises that I had been making. I actually stopped all movements so my hand stayed wrapped around my penis, which was sticking out pretty far. At this point, I was maybe a minute away from popping. I always like the feel of my penis in my hand, even not moving; it was amazing to me then that it could get so long and hard. I definitely wanted to try it out on a real woman soon.
"Stevee, are you ok?" Mom said outside the bathroom door and sounding really worried.
"Uh, Mom, yes, I'm fine."
It seemed to me that time was moving really, really slowly at this point. I didn't know what she wanted and I didn't know what to ask or how to ask what she wanted. It was very unnerving.
