Ryan's Cut Mitzvah

You wake up to the sound of your alarm. Even on the weekends, your father expects you to be up and out of bed by 8am. Sometimes, after an especially late night playing videogames or just watching the endless videos clips displayed on your phone, you have broken that rule. Usually that means extra chores and more attention from your strict “man’s man” father than you care to endure. So he has been successful in instilling certain habits into you, one of them is waking up and making your bed.

As you pull yourself out of bed, the summer sunlight already streaming into your room, your bedroom door swings open. Your mom enters, without knocking of course, while you quickly gather the blankets around your waist to hide your morning erection.

“Good morning Birthday Boy!” Your mother, Taylor, says in her annoyingly cheerful tone. You groan as she tosses your hair playfully. “It’s your big day, and everyone is showing up today for the BBQ. I am so proud of you for planning on getting the procedure done. It’s important that you take control of your future and not leave it up to chance.”

Your mom stands up and turns to your closet, sliding through your clothes on hangers. “We have got to pick you something nice to wear…” While you still sit there, Taylor begins tossing clothes onto the bed. First a nice pair of slacks, next a fresh white button up top.

“Mom…” You whine in protest. “Can I at least get some breakfast first before you dress me up like a Ken doll…” Taylor turns to you, the light blue blazer you wore at your highschool graduation in hand. As if seeing you for the first time, she smiles her bright blue eyes at you.

“Yes of course. How silly of me. I’m just so excited that my boy is finally a man!” She steps forward to your side of the bed. “Come on then, stand up! Let’s get a good look at you!” Your mother almost hauls you out of bed, your morning erection still not having time to dissipate. Taylor squares you up in front of her, holding your shoulders before stepping back to take a look. Your body is slender from multiple growth spurts that put you at 6’1”. Your body is toned from sports, mostly soccer and running that you kept active in after highschool ended. You watch your mother’s eyes look you up and down before pausing at the tent your morning wood is making in your boxer briefs. “I guess it isn’t just your charms and good looks Jessica likes about you?” She says with a smirk, looking back up to you.

You grab a pillow off your bed and hold it in front of your crotch as you feel your cheeks redden. “MOM!” you bellow. “Get out of here and let me get ready!” You point at your bedroom door until your mom turns to walk out. She looks over her shoulder at you before closing the door behind her.

“Hurry up, Ryan, before your father starts asking about you. Oh, and leave the sheets, I’ll get you fresh ones.”