confrontation

After two months of investigation, his mother reached a conclusion:

K-T clearly remembered going to bed in his room; he must have been sleepwalking again. It wasn’t exactly ideal, considering he slept naked. Emily was sitting on cushions in front of the TV, and Aunt Jill was in the armchair, giving her a perfect view of K-T’s balls.

He could also hear giggles and laughter.

“Emily! Don’t flash the light in your brother’s eyes, don’t bother your brother!” he heard his mother say. “ “Wait! Is Emily in my room?” he asked himself.

He opened his eyes and saw a familiar scene. He was naked and had a massive erection. He could never fall asleep fully clothed and couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up without an erection.

K-T casually walked into the kitchen, where his mother was making breakfast, followed by Emily and Jill. Standing naked in the doorway, K-T did his best to cover his privates with his hands, which didn’t do much good given how aroused his cock was.

He felt something wet on his hands; his dream, a mix of desire and humiliation, had brought him to the brink of orgasm.

“Mom, that’s disgusting! K-T is jerking off!” she added. “No, I’m just covering myself, Mom,” he told her.

“K-T, no nonsense, hands by your sides, son!” his mother replied.

K-T reluctantly removed his hands from his penis and waited patiently to finally get dressed.

Revealing his circumcised penis, 23 cm long and with a thickness equivalent to a standard Coca-Cola can, displaying a raging erection. . His glans, wet with a mixture of desire and humiliation overwhelming him, awakens his senses and releases a long filament of seminal fluid

“That’s disgusting, I don’t want to see your big sausage first thing in the morning, you idiot!” said his sister

“Mom, why are my clothes on the table?” he asked in a surprised tone, seeing all of his clothes laid out on the dining table.

K-T was very irresponsible with his clothes, so his mother reacted by imposing a strict budget on him for clothes to teach him responsibility; she rarely bought him new clothes and told him he didn’t need full outfits since he would ruin them just like he always did.

In the end, his wardrobe consisted of a few cheap, oversized T-shirts, which were often the only thing he wore; most of them fit him less and less well since his recent growth spurt, and most of them no longer covered his upper and lower body as well. Underwear, socks, and shoes had long been considered an unaffordable luxury by his mother.

Some of his T-shirts now only reached his waist; he had a few mismatched items of clothing that were becoming less and less suitable. He kept the clothes that had survived well past the point where they no longer fit him; on the rare occasions his mother bought him clothes, they were secondhand. The problem with his old T-shirts was that they were too small—bought before his various growth spurts, both in overall size and penis size—so they no longer fit him at all, and his mother refused to admit that he was completely naked.

He put them on anyway—it was better than nothing—and tried to pull them down to hide his penis from Emily’s comments, his aunt’s remarks, and the taunts of the other kids at his high school. Because of this, he was often picked on by the school bully and his two henchmen.

His mother and family didn’t seem to realize that he was now an 18-year-old young man with an impressive 18-centimeter penis at rest that required very little imagination or stimulation to become erect; they continued to treat him as they always had.

His clothing issues were a constant source of arguments with his mother, and he kept pointing out to her that most of his clothes no longer fit him or had never suited him in the first place.

The few clothes in which he felt truly comfortable were stored in his room, while his closet and drawers contained only items he couldn’t wear or was too ashamed to put on. He hardly ever looked at them.

“You spend all your time complaining that you don’t have enough,” his mother said.

The big pile of clothes on the table didn’t exactly speak in K-T’s favor. She even showed him clothes she’d found on the floor of his room, stained with his dried semen. K-T felt his face flush with embarrassment, which made Emily laugh even harder.

K-T’s mother shook her head, hands on her hips, while Emily laughed at the awkward situation K-T had just gotten himself into.

With his face bright red and his penis in full erection, K-T didn’t know where to hide. “You know what? I’m going to give you a lesson you’ll never forget to make sure this never happens again. Wait here.” "

K-T shuddered at the thought of what awaited him, while Emily’s eyes widened, guessing where this was headed. She walked over to a kitchen drawer and pulled out a large pair of scissors