Family Affair – Ch 1

It all really seemed to start that muggy summer day when I was mowing the lawn. It was a typical summer afternoon in suburban Atlanta – humid, muggy – with cloud cover that looked like it could dump an inch or two of rain any minute. I was trying to hurry up and get done with the lawn before it did so but I didn’t quite make it. The clouds opened up and dumped warm rain in sheets. I had only a half dozen more strips to cut so I just continued to shove the mower along even though it was leaving a trail of soggy, clumped grass clippings in its wake. Screw it. I’m gonna’ finish this one way or another, I thought. My clothes were soaked through almost instantly in the deluge and, as I walked, the wet denim of my jeans rubbed my pecker through my boxer shorts and I soon had a full erection. Once erect it seemed like my jeans were rubbing it even harder and it was obvious to me that it wasn’t going away anytime soon. Finished with the grass, I shoved the lawn mower under the carport and headed into the house after kicking off my waterlogged, grass stained sneakers on the steps.

“You’re soaked.” Mom told me.

“No shit.” I replied.

“Don’t talk that way.” She chided. “Come down to the laundry room and get those wet clothes off.” I was seventeen at the time. Dad had split when I was six but between his child support and alimony and Mom’s job we managed to keep the house and do okay. My older sister, mom, and I never had an excess of money but we didn’t go hungry either. As I followed Mom down the steps to the laundry room I felt my jeans continuing to rub my hard on. In the laundry room, I peeled off my shirt and socks and then pulled my jeans off, trying to be careful to leave my boxers in place. It’s not that I was all that modest – we were fairly casual about nudity in our home – but Mom had never seen me with a damn hard on before. “Your boxers, too.” She said. “They’re soaking wet.”

“Mom.” I protested.

“Come on, Joey. I don’t have all day.” She said. She and my sister were about the only folks left calling me Joey. Everyone else called me Joe. I leaned over to pull my boxers off, stepping out of them and then standing up. My erection hadn’t subsided in the least and as I stood up, I noticed Mom take note of it but, seeming to ignore it, she just said, “Now, go get a hot shower. You’ll feel better.”

“Okay.” I said lamely and I looped out into the hall and into my bathroom which was right next to the laundry room. As I turned on the shower and climbed in, my hard on still at full staff, I thought about my standing there in front of Mom for the first time ever with a full erection. I realized that the thoughts were turning me on and I began to stroke my penis slowly, adding some soap for lubricant and worked up to a full speed wank. Leaning back against the wall of the shower stall I could feel myself climbing rapidly toward an orgasm and then there it was. I came, a good sized load, and watched it swirl around the drain in the water before dropping down out of sight.

Three or four nights later I was in bed around 10:00 PM when I heard Mom coming down the steps. She came into my room and asked, “Joey, you still awake?”

“Yeah, Mom.” She came over and sat down on the side of my bed.