Bedtime

After watching tv for a while John took his increased dosage and went to bed.

When he awoke, it was with a huge erection tenting his boxers. It was so hard it was painful. John reached his hand down to take care of it, stroking himself off. Although it felt good, he didn't feel the urge to cum like he normally did. "These pills must really be working," John thought. Half an hour later he was no closer. He thought of what he had done in the shower the night before and then shook his head. "No, that's too gay."

His hands involuntarily crept up to his nipples. Were they more sensitive? He twisted one and a bolt of lightning shot down to his cock. He moaned as his cock erupted, spraying cum all over his stomach and chest.

"That's gotta be a new record," John thought. "And now there's cum all over my tits. Chest. There is cum on my chest."

John didn't know where that thought had come from but he quickly forgot about it as he watched his cock stiffen into full hardness again. All told John had to masturbate three more times before his cock stayed flaccid. "I'm gonna have to buy more lube," he thought to himself.

His mom greeted him as he walked downstairs. "Did you sleep in, honey?"

"Something like that," John muttered in response. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table across from his mother.

His mother was wearing her bathrobe, and as she raised the cup up to her lips her dressing gown fell open slightly, exposing her massive cleavage. John felt his cock harden. "Not again," he thought. His trackpants provided no support: his erect prick would be noticeable if he left the table. His mom was oblivious, and John sat there, staring at her tits while his mom read the newspaper. His hand crept under the table.