My names William Johnson, I just turned nineteen a few weeks ago, and as a young single guy, I jerk off...a lot. It's kind of a habit that I only grew into when I was younger, it started about the time I was in my early teens, and I found one of my dad's old porno mags. My dad had ditched out on me and my mother right around the time I was turning eight, but he had left more than his fair amount of shit at our house. My mother, being a single working mom, she often asked me to try and pick up the slack of housework, which I was more than happy to do. I felt bad for my mother; she had me when she was so young and had to make so many sacrifices just to raise me, hell she couldn't even finish high school! My loving father had her knocked up by her seventeenth birthday party and he "promised" to be there for her throughout everything, but clearly, that didn't happen.
Anyway, I was cleaning out our garage, and I found my dad's old toolbox hidden away in the back. Being a curious kid, I opened it up and started to dig around, at the bottom I found some faded magazine with this gorgeous blonde sitting on the front. I began to thumb through it, though most of the pages were stuck together from my father's constant use. Eventually, I found this picture of this perfect, beautiful redhead sucking on some dude's cock. If I inherited any trait from my father, it was his horniness, as I jerked off and came almost instantly on that picture. After that, there was no looking back; I was doing it all the time, just waiting for the day I had a girlfriend to help me out with her hand, mouth, or just maybe, her wet cunt.
The point of me explaining that story is to tell you that I turned into one horny bastard the more I matured. I unfortunately never did get my girlfriend, though I got lucky enough to get a few handjobs and one blowjob from an old friend of mine, Sarah. I was thinking of asking her if she wanted to be more with me but of course, with my luck, Sarah ended up moving away at the end of the year, leaving me once again alone with just my hand. So, since my mother was always at work during the day, I'd just jerk off all the time in the house.
Now, I wasn't an idiot, I'd always clean up, and I never did any weird shit with my mother's stuff...yet, and to be fair, when I started, that wasn't exactly my fault, it was more hers. Still, that didn't stop me from doing it everywhere, the bathroom, my room, the living room, kitchen, dining room...actually, I think I should just say I jerked off in every room but my moms. I mean, hell, I never had to worry about anyone being around, so if my cock got hard, I pulled out my phone and just went to work wherever I was standing. But, I never left any evidence, I always made sure to be done before my mother got home, and thanks to this, I never got caught! Well...until a few days after my nineteenth birthday.
My mother had saved up some vacation days and decided to take the week off on my birthday week. I had to curb my horniness until the night time, and honestly, I was doing pretty well, at least for the first couple days. After about nine, I'd go to my room, lock my door and just go to town for a few hours then pass out. However, on the fourth day, I don't know exactly why, but I just couldn't wait that long. I had this boner all morning that just refused to go away, by eleven it was getting ridiculous, and I told my mom I'd be in my room for a little while.
I ran up the stairs and quickly pushed into my room, now I swear that I had closed and locked my door, but then again, I was so focused on getting relief maybe I just imagined I did. I just laid out on my bed, above my covers, and started stroking myself. I didn't have anything up on my phone or a magazine; I was just using my imagination this time. It took a little bit of time but eventually, I squirted out a big load and got my relief. The only problem was when I reached over for some tissues I froze; my door was almost a foot open. My brow twitched, and I blinked a few times as I swore that I had noticed a figure quickly shifting away from my entrance.
Figuring that my mother might have accidentally glanced in, I quickly hiked my pants up and wiped off my chest with a tissue. I couldn't bring myself to leave my room out of embarrassment, so I stayed inside, just laying on my bed with a beet red face. After about an hour, of just laying around, of course, my mind started to wander. And no, it wasn't about my mother, I was just thinking about some girls from my school, along with Sarah. I know I was a fucking idiot, but my mind clouded up with lust, and I jerked off a second time, without...closing...my...fucking...door. This time when I finished, I reached over, and once again I swear to god, I saw that same figure just move away from my doorway, scampering off up towards my mother's room.
At this point, I was curious, was my mother actually peeping on me? I mean, once is a mistake, I get that, but twice on the same day? No, there's no way that you just happen to stumble on your son blowing his load. Still, I didn't think I was right; I started thinking I merely saw things. I mean, what would any rational son think, I couldn't just believe that my mom was watched me wank off. However, I needed to know for sure, so I decided to do a test the next day.
