Inheritance

It's late into the night when Alvin awakes drenched in his own sweat. Thinking that it must be a sudden fever or cold, he thinks it's best to go pour a glass of water and run his temperature. But as he moves his body, he feels an intense itch between his thighs. Which forces him to stop moving from the overwhelming amount of ecstasy he feels as a result of even the slightest movement. At this moment, he understands the situation. There was no illness, he was just extremely horny.

Taking one of his hands, Alvin slips it underneath his trousers and briefs to find his throbbing member. Feeling it up and down, he can't help but take notice of it's shape. It was much longer than he last recalled, but then again, it has also been awhile since he last rubbed one off. With his concerns now safely placed to the back of his mind, Alvin begins rubbing. Up, down. Pinching the middle of his shaft with his index and thumb. An irregular way to masturbate, but effective. A moment later the sheets are drenched with the built up liquid from his sack. Looking down, he notices something strange. The amount of semen and it's thickness, were completely abnormal. In addition to that, he was still hard and showing no sign of wanting to stop, but the great need he felt was gone. Thinking about it would only make it worse, so he chalks it up due to the lack of usage and presses his head back down into the pillow.

That is until an alarm screams in his ears. It's high pitched squeal annoying and loud. With trained reflexes, honed from over the year, he hits the switch that turns off the obnoxious noise. "Dammit." Alvin thinks, letting out an exhausted sigh.

Alvin crawls out of bed and heads out into the hall. From here he walks until stopping between two doors on either side of him. One leading to the bathroom. The other, his mother's room, Alisa. Which was open ever so slightly, allowing him a peek into the dark canvas within.