It was nice having my own bathroom attached to my bedroom. I had one of those shower's that were positioned over the bathtub with a detachable head, so you could either take a proper bath or stand at one end of the bathtub and shower, or use the head attachment in your hand. Turning on the shower, I gave myself a good wash all over, including my balls and semi hard cock. I left the bathroom door ajar and got into the bath, pulling the shower curtain across at the same time.
I wanted to cum, and cum soon - my balls were really aching. I pulled off my jeans, t-shirt and sweater quickly, kicked of my sneakers off and removed my socks in double quick time. "Ok, mom" I replied and turned back into the hallway and ran up the stairs. I don't want to come in before you've had a chance to clean yourself all over properly," she continued. "Give yourself a good wash all over, first," she replied, "And then give me a call. "I'll.er.leave my bathroom door open for you." My dick became alive as she spoke, despite the fact we had almost argued a moment ago. "Well, as we need to get three specimens each evening, I think we can do one first thing when you come home, whilst you are showering. I normally had one first thing, when I got home in the evenings. "Are you going to have a shower?" she said in a more relaxed tone, but sounding like she was being made to do a chore. "Ok, then," she said, more calmly, apparently pacified at my response, and looking back down at the bowl she was stirring. She looked at me hard in the eyes from across the room in silence for a few seconds, and then seemed to mellow a little. "Honestly, mom, I haven't," I said a little desperately, "I honestly don't know why I've got this.er.problem," I added looking directly at her. "If I find out after all this that you have, young man," she continued, in a threatening tone. Taylor and me about being with a girl and catching something?" she said accusingly. "Are you sure you've not been lying to Dr. "It's only for a couple of weeks, hopefully," I added. "I do mom," I said, trying not to let her get to me and appease her. Maybe she had been simmering all day at work, thinking about my problem and what she was having to do to help me. I hope you appreciate what I am doing for you," she continued, sounding really pissed off.
"This is all very inconvenient for me Jacob. She was in one of her moods it seemed, and it was the last thing I expected or wanted when I got home. "We'll have to organise our evenings so that we have one session as soon as you come in, one just before bedtime and then fit one in somewhere in between depending on what we've both got planned for the evening." I didn't like the tone of her voice. "I've been thinking about our little arrangement," she said, looking up at me, and without any 'Hello' or 'Hi'. Mom had her head down mixing something in a bowl. I walked down the hallway into our kitchen.
She was in the kitchen, and called out to me as she heard me come in and slam the door shut.
She was home already - she normally got in before me, because of the hours she worked. When I got back to our house, my heart was beating fast, not knowing quite how things would pan out this evening. By late afternoon, the ache in my balls was more than normal. I'd spent much of it with a semi hard-on just thinking about mom wanking me off that evening, and the sight of her in her underwear. I had barely been able to concentrate on my lessons at college that day. Please read earlier chapters to enjoy best!
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