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Chapter 9
The next morning Andy got up and headed to the shower. The water felt so
good running over his body, that he didn't rush through the process. He
relaxed in the steamy enclosure, and reviewed the events of last night.
Thinking of all that sex made his penis rise to a semi-hard state. Andy was
almost grateful that the organ didn't become fully stiff, since it was still
a little tender from all the jacking-off of the previous evening. He wasn't
horny now, so as he soaped his genitals, his cock remained in a thick but
downward-curving state.
Suddenly his Mother burst into the room. "Andrew, what's taking you so
long? You're not masturbating in there are you?"
"No, Mom!"
"Well, we'll just see about that." She slid open the showers door and
looked at his fat, drooping cock. "Did you just finish doing it, Andrew?"
Before he could answer and much to his amazement, she took his penis in her
hand and raised it up to look at the tip.
"Mom!" Andy protested.
"I don't see any of your seed leaking out. Good. You know how I feel about
self-abuse, Andrew! You know it's not good for you!" As she lectured her
son, her voice got louder, and higher. Andy thought her grip on his cock
got tighter as well. "It's the Devil's work, Andrew!" She still held his
penis.
As the lecture continued, Andy felt his cock stiffening in his Mother's
hand. If he could have controlled it, he would have prevented it, because
he knew he would catch hell for it.
"How dare you get hard in front of me, Andrew! I'm your mother, not some
cheap whore!" Still she didn't let go. She maintained her grip until Andy
had been fully erect for several moments. When she did finally release the
upward-pointing member, she did so in an overly theatrical manner. She
pulled her hand away as if she had been burned by a hot stove. "Oh! You're
hopeless, Andrew. You're the Devil himself!" Then she stormed out of the
room.
Andy dried off and headed to his room to dress. He stayed in there, lying
low, while his Mother showered, dressed, and cooked breakfast. Only when he
heard her yell that it was time to eat, did he go into the kitchen.
He felt extremely awkward, but was grateful to see two ham and egg muffins
waiting for him. She placed a slice of honeydew on his plate and said,
"I'll have to eat my breakfast on the way to work, since you took so long in
the shower." Don't blame me, thought Andy. I wasn't the one wasting time
with some weird lecture; but he kept his mouth shut. She kissed him on the
forehead, and left the house.