HOW I KEPT MY SON FROM HOGGING THE BATHROOM

I got divorced when Corey was just 6 years old. From then on it was just the two of us, living in a small two bedroom apartment with one bathroom, as I worked menial jobs to make ends meet. Things were actually pretty good for us….bills got paid, Corey was a normal kid, and we were happy.

Corey was growing fast, and was already about 5’10” tall before he even made it to high school, with a pretty athletic build. The summer before Corey entered high school, he started doing something that was extremely annoying….he’d lock himself in the bathroom for 20-30 minutes at a time, and take showers that lasted close to an hour. Every time I needed to use the toilet, or get ready for work, or take a shower, the door would be locked. Corey was a normal teenager, so I knew he was masturbating in there, since – like every other teenage boy in the world – his prick was almost always hard. He usually wore baggy gym shorts around the house, and I could often see the outline of his cock dangling down one side of his shorts. When his dick got hard, it would press against the thin material of his shorts, creating a little ‘tent’ and making a clear outline of the whole shaft and even the ridge around the mushroom tip. I smiled to myself whenever I noticed this, because he had a beautiful, big cock….bigger than most his age….something he clearly got from his father.

I decided I needed to have a conversation with him to see how we could free up the bathroom so both of us could use it. So, one day after dinner, Corey and I were clearing the plates and putting things up in the kitchen when I brought up the topic of hogging the bathroom.

I stumbled a bit at first, but eventually said, “Corey, we need to figure out how to get you out of the bathroom….you’re in there all the time, which means I can’t use it when I need to. It’s made me late for work several times recently.”

He said, “Mom, it’s the only place where I can get any privacy in this apartment. We’re always on top of each other.”

I said, “Listen, Corey, I know what you’re doing in there. And it’s absolutely normal for you to be doing that. I see your morning woods, and I notice that your dick gets hard sometimes for no reason, and you need to jerk off or you’ll go crazy. I totally get it! But we need to come up with a way that doesn’t tie up the bathroom for half an hour every time you get an erection.”

Corey turned red with embarrassment, moaning, “Moooommmm…..you’ve got to be kidding! I can’t believe you’re saying that to me!”

I smiled gently and said, “Ok, Corey, let’s think about this…..how about if every time you get a hard-on, you come to me and let me take care of it for you? That way you get the relief you need, and the bathroom is still available for both of us to use.”

Corey’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes got huge…”Are you serious, mom? Anytime I get an erection?”

I nodded and said, “I think that would be best for both of us, don’t you?”

“Absolutely!” Corey said, warming to the idea. He suddenly got a huge grin on his face and used one hand to pull the front of his gym shorts down, allowing his hard dick to flop out, sticking straight out from his torso and swaying back and forth in front of me. He said, “How about right now?”

I laughed, getting my first good look at his impressive cock, and said, “Sure….why not.”

I reached over and wrapped my hand around his already stiff pole and began gently stroking it, silently appreciating its beauty and size. His big, mushroom head sat majestically atop his thick, 9” shaft and I was kind of mesmerized as I ran my hand up and down its entire length.

With my hand still wrapped around his prick, I led him over to the kitchen table and sat down in one of the chairs, which put me face-level with his raging hard-on. I changed grips and began jerking his cock in earnest, focusing extra attention on his big, bulbous tip, while he stood in front of my with his eyes closed and his hands on his hips.