His mother joins him

Rot lay in bed staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about all of the girls and women he so desperately wanted to have sex with. Those teenage hormones really were working a number on him and the couple of titjobs he'd had during the day weren't enough.

Finally, he yanked off the covers and started stroking his cock. Naturally his bed creaked with his movement. He'd forgotten that wonderful part of his teen years. Tomorrow he'd hunt down a couple of wrenches and fix the problem once and for all. Squeaks he could handle by himself--his hormones, he needed help with.

A couple of minutes after he'd started jerking, his door gave a rustling sound and swung open.

"Mom?" he reached for the sheet he'd shoved down toward his feet. "What are you doing here."

"I had to wait for your father to go to sleep," she said.

"He's home?"

"If you call stumbling in drunk and stinking of another woman's perfume 'home,' then he is.

"Yeah, I'm sorry he's doing this to you."

"I wasn't really fair to you earlier." She sat on the side of his bed and ran a hand down his chest to his belly. "I know you're a teenage boy and you haven't learned to control your desires."

"I can be responsible." He had to restrain himself from shoving his dick toward her hand.

She spared him the embarrassment by grasping his cock and stroking it. "You were masturbating right now, weren't you?"

"Uh, yeah."

"That's perfectly natural." She stroked his dick gently, and almost absentmindedly reached into her robe and squeezed one of her breasts. "Young men have needs."