18 year old Jarrod stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom and looked down at his rock hard cock trying to push its way out of his swim team Speedo. He woke up with a raging hard on and that had been three hours ago. He had tried everything to get rid of it but it just would not go away. He had stroked it several times but to no avail. He could not get his nut off and it was getting pretty uncomfortable between his legs not to mention embarrassing considering he had to be at swim practice in an hour. He certainly could not walk out of the locker room in his current state. What was he going to do? He hadn't even left his bedroom yet because he didn't want his mother or sister seeing him the way he was.
Suddenly there was a knock at his bedroom door. "Honey, are you okay?" It was his mother. "You didn't come down to breakfast and practice is in an hour. You know you should eat something before you go and jump in that pool."
"I'm not hungry!" he called. "I'll get something after."
"Well then let me in to get your laundry," she huffed, "I'm getting ready to start a load. I already have your sister's stuff and I want to get yours."
I've got a load, he thought to himself. "Just give me a minute, Mom." Jarrod grabbed his team sweat pants, stepped into them and pulled them up his legs trying to cover his enormous cock that was leaking a heavy flow of pre-cum into his tight suit. He grabbed his sweat shirt and wrapped it around his waist, tying the arms over his bulge hoping to make it disappear. I really didn't help much but he went to let his mother in his bedroom anyway. He stepped to the door, unlocked it, pulled it open and stepped to the side to allow his mother access to his room.
38 year old Hannah Jenkins stepped into her son's room with a laundry basket tucked under her arm. She brushed past her son, who was standing next to the door a little hunched over, and wondered why he was looking so flushed. "Are you feeling okay, honey? You look a little pale. And why are standing there like that. Do you have stomach ache or something?" she asked, a look of concern appearing on her face.
"No nothing, mom." he said a little too fast turning from her so that she couldn't see what he was trying to hide between his legs. "It's just a little cramp that's all." He limped away from her toward his closet to retrieve his dirty clothes for her.
Hannah put the basket holding his sister's clothes beside his bed and said, "Jarrod, are you sure you're okay? Turn around and let me look at you. Come on honey maybe I can help."
Jarrod swallowed hard and turned to face his mother who was now sitting on the edge of his bed staring directly at him.
"Come here honey," she beckoned him, "let me see if you have a temperature." She held out her hand and encouraged him to move closer to where she sat.
As Jarrod approached her she noticed him keeping his hands in front of himself as if he were trying to hide something. "What's wrong, dear? What do you have there? What are you trying to hide from me?"
"Nothing mom," he replied through clenched teeth.
"Well then, move you hands." She said with mock irritation.
Jarrod slowly moved his hands away and saw his mother's eyes widen when she realized what he had been covering up. He stood with his hands at his sides and felt his embarrassment rise as his mother scrutinized his "problem."