I woke up around three or so in the morning and had a very strong urge to use the bathroom for number one. I really had to go, but when I reached the loo in our hotel room, I noticed that the door was closed. I could hear the exhaust fan rumbling quietly and I could see the light shining underneath the door. That meant someone was already in there, and I had a problem on my hand. I really had to go, but I had to wait for whoever was in there to finish first.
We were staying in a lodge somewhere around Johannesburg. I was on a semester break from my college and my dad was using his vacation days, so the family was travelling around South Africa to enjoy our time off. The plan was to spend at least a week or two in Jo'Burg and see the sites before moving on to other areas. In an effort to minimize the travel costs, we rented a two-bed hotel room, as there were only the three of us and it didn't make sense to spend thousands of Rand during our trip for just one person. My mom and dad took one bed, and I slept on the other.
As I waited at the door contemplating what to do next, I peeked over to my parent's bed to see who was in the bathroom. As it turned out, it was my mom in there. My dad was sound asleep. I really had to go, and since it was my mom in there, I decided to just go in.
She was startled when I opened the door, as she was sitting on the toilet doing her business, and I had interrupted her so rudely.
"I am sorry, mom, but I couldn't wait. I really have to go."
Even though I was in the bathroom, the toilet was already occupied as she was sitting on it. I decided to go in the bathtub as that was the only place where I could relieve myself and the drain would take the liquid down to the sewage lines. I jumped in, closed the see through plastic curtain, lowered my shorts, and started to pee. Unfortunately, I had this massive hard-on, and all that blood that was making my penis so erect was also pressing on my urethra to such an extent that it made it almost impossible to pee.
I just stood there, my penis hard and pointing outward from my body, with me trying to push and push, but nothing moved, and nothing came out. I felt frustrated and let out a scream. As soon as the scream came out, I realized that I was not alone. My mom was there, just on the other side of that curtain, and when I looked towards her, I saw her looking towards me. I was holding my dick, trying to aim it downward, which made it even harder to expel any urine out of it.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"I can't go."
She was looking in my direction. As best as I could tell from the angle where her eyes were pointed, she was looking at my erection. She asked, "Why can't you go?"
"I have this erection, and it is blocking the pee from coming out."
I cursed and then pulled my shorts up. I moved the curtain out of my way and just stormed out of the bathroom.
I was under my blanket when she finally came out. The room was fairly dark, and she had to feel her way to her bed. As she was about to get in, she realized that I may still be awake, and she came towards my bed. As she neared me, she whispered, "Are you okay, Hendrik?"
I responded, "I will be. I just have to wait for it to..." I left my sentence unfinished.
She turned back towards her bed and got in. I had to wait for a long while before I could go and relieve myself.
My father usually wakes up a lot earlier than us. He then goes down, gets the complimentary breakfast, and usually eats it and drinks his coffee out by the pool. It gives him a chance to smoke, as well. My mom and I then follow him about an hour later and we usually eat our breakfast in the seating area where the breakfast is actually served. My mom does not like to sit in the open, with cold air and all.
We usually make small talk, but today was slightly different. She asked me, "So, did you manage to go last night?"
Somehow, in the light of the day, the subject seemed kind of weird, but since I was the one who had barged in on her, I had to at least answer her question. I realized that the main part of our discussion was me having an erection that prevented me from urinating. But it was my erection that was the subject of our conversation, so I decided to just have fun with it. It was either that or feel embarrassed. I just didn't like to feel embarrassed. Besides, she was the one bringing it up, so I decided to see how frank we both could be about the whole thing.
"Yes, I did. It took a while, but I was finally able to go."
I assumed that probably would be the end of the conversation on that subject, but apparently, she was a little more curious than I expected. Also, the fact that my father was not with us, made it easier for us to discuss such a delicate matter.
"So, tell me, why were you so hard at that hour of the night?"
"I don't know. I want to say that it is part of our morning wood, but I may have been dreaming about something which made me so hard." I couldn't stop myself from elaborating in such an outspoken way.
"Do you remember any part of your dream? Can you remember what you were dreaming about?" She then paused for a second, and added with a smile, "Or who you were dreaming about?"
I thought for a moment, trying to recollect something, but nothing came to mind. I said, "The problem with my dreams is that I forget what I may have been dreaming as soon as I wake up. Even if I do remember one or two things about it when I wake up, the memory usually goes away as soon as I start doing other things. So, no, I don't remember any part of any dream from last night."
"Too bad. It would have been interesting to see what triggered your condition." She smiled broadly.
I don't know why, but my next question came out as a natural curiosity. I asked her, "So, were you able to finish what you were doing? I mean, I didn't interrupt anything from happening, did I?"
She gave me an answer that I did not expect. She said, "Yes, I was able to finish nicely." Then she looked at me with a naughty smile, and said, "After all, I did not have an erection that kept ME from going."
She laughed so hard that people from other tables turned to look at us. I also laughed with her. It was kind of a funny remark.
We came back that evening from visiting a few places and all three of us were pretty tired. My father was the first one to fall asleep. My mother tossed and turned for a while, but she also fell asleep a bit later. It took me much longer to fall asleep, but I eventually did, only to wake up around three or so because I heard some movement. It was my mom going to use the bathroom. Apparently, that seemed like her routine. She had to go around that time every night, I guess.
I kept thinking if I should barge in on her again like the previous night, or just let her be, and let her do her thing without any interruption from me. But the idea seemed like fun, just to do it again, but this time without the need to go really bad. I kept going back and forth, asking myself if I should or I shouldn't. I eventually decided to be bold and just go for it.
"I am sorry mom, but I can't wait. I have to go."
"Again!" She protested.
I went straight to the bathtub, closed the clear plastic curtain, dropped my shorts, pointed my penis down towards the drain, and started to pee. I don't know why I even had to close the curtain. It was clear plastic, and it didn't really hide anything. It did give me a hint of privacy. Not real privacy, just psychological one.
This time, I was able to pee. After I finished, I shook my dick to dislodge any residual drops, pulled my shorts up, and came out of the bathtub. She was just sitting on the toilet, watching everything that I was doing.
"So, today, you were able to go, huh? No erection blocking your pipes."
I laughed, as I washed my hands in the sink. "Yes, I was able to go and no, there was no erection blocking my flow today." I then took the towel and bent down to wipe my feet. "I did piss on my feet, though. The pee bounced around and wet my toes."
"Yuck!" She exclaimed. "That sounds nasty."
"Yeah," I said as I threw the towel down into the basket, "Sorry for the interruption."
When she came out, and as she was about to get into her bed, I made a sound to get her attention, "Pssst."
She didn't hear me, so I made that sound again, but a little louder, "Pssst!"
It took two more tries before she turned towards me and whispered, "What?"
I had to whisper quietly, as I didn't want to disturb my father. I just wanted her to hear me. I whispered, "You are getting into the wrong bed."
I don't think she heard me properly. She just waived her hand and said, "Go to sleep, Hendrik."
Next morning, as is our routine, we were having our breakfast when she asked me, "What was it you were trying to say last night when I came out of the bathroom?"
"Oh, that!" I laughed. "Nothing. I was just playing."
"But I want to know. I couldn't hear you properly at that time."
"I was just playing. I was saying that you were getting into the wrong bed."
"Why did you say that? Did you want me to get into your bed?"
"It was just a joke, mom. I was feeling like playing that joke on you, just to see how you would react, but you didn't even hear me, so the joke is dead."
"But if I had heard you, what would have been the point of that joke?"
"Nothing, it was just a stupid joke. I was just being playful."
Then after a short pause, I added, "Although..." I couldn't finish my thought.
"Although, what?" She asked, rather casually I must admit. She wasn't as attentive as I had hoped for her to be.
"Although, if you did hear me and you did come to my bed instead, that would have been fun." I gave a weird laugh, just to add weight to my comment.
"And how would that have been fun?"
