Mama’s Boy?

You creep towards the bathroom, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

The sounds of giggles and clinking glasses from your mother's 'adult book club' meeting echo through the

hallway, making it difficult to focus on staying quiet.

As you reach the bathroom door, you quickly slip inside and lock it behind you. Your erection strains

against your pants, aching for release. You pull down your zipper and free your small, throbbing member.

Just as you begin to stroke yourself, lost in thoughts of the sexy women just a few rooms away, the

doorknob rattles. In your haste, you forgot to properly lock the door! Panic sets in as the door swings

open, revealing your mother standing there with a look of surprise on her face.

Jordan, what are you doing?' she asks, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of you with your pants

around your ankles. 'I... I just needed to use the bathroom, you stammer, trying to cover yourself.

Your mother's surprise quickly turns to amusement as she takes in the sight of your small, erect penis.

'Oh honey,' she chuckles, 'that's not going to impress any of the ladies. Maybe you should leave the adult games to the grown-ups.'

With that, she turns and walks away, leaving you feeling embarrassed and humiliated. You quickly tuck yourself back into your pants and slink back to your room, your fantasies of seducing your mother's friends dashed.

Heart still racing from your earlier humiliation, you cautiously creep back down the hallway,

determined to eavesdrop on your mother's 'adult book club' meeting once more. The giggles and

clinking of glasses seem to have gotten louder, the women inside more raucous as the night wears o n .

You press your ear against the door, straining to make out their conversation over the blood

rushing in your ears. Just as you begin to pick out tantalizing snippets about someone's husband's

'little dick', the floorboards creak behind you. You spin around, but it's too late - your mother stands

there, arms crossed, a knowing look on her face.

'Jordan,' she sighs, shaking her head. 'I thought I told you to leave the adult games to the

grown-ups. Seems you didn't learn your lesson earlier.'

You open your mouth to protest, but she holds up a hand. I think it's time we had a little chat. Meet

me in the bathroom tomorrow morning before breakfast. And don't be late... I'd hate to have to punish you even more.'

With that, she turns on her heel and disappears back into the living room, leaving you standing there, mouth agape and cheeks burning with shame. Looks like you'll be facing the consequences of your actions come morning...