A lot of people complain about their childhood but I like to think that I take the cake. I don't think anyone grew up as screwed up as I was. I wasn't abused or anything like that, well maybe I was. My Mom became a righteous nut after my Dad left. She buried herself deep into religion and got a job working at the church to help her get away from whatever it was my Dad did. It turned her crazy.
See, I've always been big, you know down "there." Ever since I can remember my cock has been swaying this way and that, getting in the way, bumping against my inner thighs. I thought it was normal; I mean no one really ever told me different. When I nit puberty my penis started growing. Thirteen inches long and as thick as my wrist!
When I told my Mom about the erections she told me they were evil and that I should find a way to distract myself. "It's the devil trying to get hold of you, Kyle," she'd say in that high-and-mighty tone she took whenever she started preaching at me.
That was it for my sexual education, "erections are evil." I was a poor boy with a man-sized dick and I had no idea what to do with it. To help distract me, Mom got me a weightlifting set: dumbbells, a bench press, all the usual stuff. Whenever I got hard, I hit the weights, trying to work the Devil out of me.
I was hitting them constantly.
My Dad lived on the West Coast, while Mom and I made due here in the East. It wasn't too bad. I'd get to visit him every other holiday and for a few weeks in the summer. He and Mom split up when I was really young and I don't really know why they did. But that's the past.
It was weird. I found some old pictures of my Mom when they were together. She seemed like a normal, out-going woman. I had no idea what happened to make her go crazy like she did. But I'm getting off track.
This isn't a story about how my Mom went crazy. This is the story of how I broke free and found out what I could really do with the monster between my legs.
It all really started when I was eighteen. Like I mentioned before, I'd been hitting the weights everyday. I had a lot of tension built up and didn't want the Devil to get a hold of me.
I worked out enough to get a set of six-pack abs, arms of steel, pecs and legs that make all my clothing stretch and of course, I had my fat thirteen-inch cock.
Back then I didn't call it a cock. No, that was too dirty for Mom and me but that was before things started to change.
I had just gotten back from my Dad's after the holidays. I hadn't been able to work out as aggressively as I like and the tension was growing. I got in a few push-ups and sit-ups here and there but nothing that really worked; the strain was killing me. Mom was called in to work the night I flew back into town, and needed my old babysitter, Kelly, to pick me up from the airport.
Kelly was local college student and had been babysitting me since she moved to the area three years ago. At 21, Kelly was smoking hot, had a great ass and huge tits to die for. What I would've given to get a gander at those puppies. It was everything I could do to hide my hard-on when I saw her standing at the baggage claim.
"There you are," she squealed. She ran over and gave me a big hug. I could feel her jugs right through her winter coat. "I was worried you'd be delayed because of the incoming blizzard."
"Blizzard?" I said, trying to nonchalantly adjust the growing python in my pants.
"Yeah, it's all over the news. There's some big storm that's supposed to be coming in tonight," she said, ruffling my hair. "But whatever. You made it. Now let's get your bags and get home."
We made small talk as we drove back to my house. How was the visit? What's weather like in California? Did I meet any cute girls during the vacation? Blah, blah, blah. All I could think about was pushing out a few presses and squats before bed. My dick felt like it was going to burst.
When we got to my house, I dropped off my bags and hurried to the back door. My weight set was in the back yard and unfortunately it had snowed quite a bit in the two weeks that I was gone. Mom hadn't bothered cleaning them off. In fact it looked like she piled all the snow on top of it. No workout tonight.
"Kyle," Kelly called from inside the house, "Your Mom's on the phone. It looks like she'll be staying at the shelter all night in case the storm does hit. You want to talk to her?"
"Sure," I said, taking the phone from her. "Hi, Mom."
"Hey, Sweetie. How was the trip?"
"Good. I got a tan while I was there."
"That's nice dear. I'm sorry I wasn't there to pick you up and that I have to work tonight but the Lord calls us when He calls us," Mom said.
"I know."
"Remember to say your prayers and don't think any naughty thoughts," she said. I could just imagine her standing over me wagging her finger.
"I will and don't worry," I said. "I'll be a good boy."
"Yes," she said, sounding pleased. "I have to go. I love you."
"Love you too," I said, as she hung up.
I handed the phone back to Kelly. "So..." I said, trying desperately to not look at her chest.
"So, it looks like it's just you and me, buster," Kelly said. "Your Mom asked me to stay over as well, to make sure you're alright."
Great. That's what I needed, a hot, busty coed staying the night with me during a blizzard and no way for me to relieve the pressure. This was going to be a long night. "I guess I'll go get cleaned up or something," I mumbled.
"You need any help?" Kelly asked.
"Uh, well, huh," I stammered, not knowing what to do.
"I'm just kidding. I'm sure you can wash yourself by now. It's not like I need to scrub you like a little baby, do I?" Kelly said, giving me a wink.
"Uh, no I think I can manage," I answered.
"Well, yell if you need anything," Kelly said. She turned to start going through the cabinets. When she did, she stuck her butt out at me, just ever so slightly.
It's just your imagination,
I kept telling myself. The tension was building up too much. I needed a release.
Mom was right. The Devil does take hold.
When I got into the bathroom I quickly stripped off my shoes, turned on the hot water, threw my shirt in the hamper, and said a quick prayer. When I raised my head again, I caught my reflection and couldn't help but flex my hard muscles.
I pulled off my pants and underwear and my thirteen-inch cock bounced against my abs, making a slapping sound. Just being in the same room with Kelly was killing me. I said another prayer, hoping to deflate in the shower.
Feeling the steam rising, I stepped inside the shower and started lathering up. The soap and water felt good after the long flight across the States. Feeling the friction on my plum-sized cockhead felt great too. A little too great. I stopped myself from going further; knowing that doing anything was wrong and I'd be sinning.
I quickly stopped what I was doing and placed my hands behind my back, letting the water wash off all the suds. When I turned off the water, I could hear the wind picking up outside the house. The storm had arrived.
Dripping wet, I went to grab a towel but they're weren't any.
