I sat there, frozen. Thinking intensely about what she might have seen.
"Oh, gross! Mom just walked in on me!"
"Wait. Mom!? She isn't my mom! Shit! I gotta get that thing and get to the house before I forget myself!"
But first, a certain piece of male sexual equipment started dominating my mind. With heart racing and dread building up with the knowledge of what I was about to do...had to do...needed to do, I looked downward at my gross teenage male body. It was smooth. All over. Damn, as a boy, I don't even need to shave! Figures.
But the strange appendage between my legs was now standing up like a flagpole! Using my still-foreign male left hand, I grabbed the thing firmly. A spark of pure electricity was released as the thing thrust forward. Even taller! Even stiffer! Thinking about my teenage boy anatomy and hormones, tears started coming to my eyes. I couldn't help it! This isn't me! This body isn't mine! But these thoughts only increased my libido!
I began thrusting into my fist, and then, all the sudden, eruption! I moan from pure, unadultered extacy for my first true male orgasm. Once. Twice. Thrice! I couldn't even breath, it was so intense! Even more powerful than the first time. Much more powerful. But then again, the first experience was unintentional, kinda like my first female orgasm when I was around this age the first time. Matter of fact, it was almost exactly like that! A frightening feeling.
But this time. This time it was intentional, and I had already learned how to get off as a male. The afterglow took a long time to subside. Remnants of that orgasm still lingering. After the heavy white SPERM came out of my cock that I produced, I could feel little tingling in the balls! Almost like they were producing more sperm, getting ready for another round at later time! My male equipment is producing male sperm!
It finally began to subside, but was still very sensitive and still sending signals to her brain.
Eventually, her clouded mind cleared up, and saw a small puddle of white sperm on the floor between his feet. Disgusted, I got up, grabbed a towel, started putting it around my upper body like I'm used to doing, but remembered I now have a male chest and a penis. The penis is the one that needs covered up. Not the chest! So I tied the towel around my waste instead.
I them quickly and quietly....well, that dumb broken door isn't so quiet, but it didn't matter. My mom wasn't upstairs any more. I went to the bathroom to clean "myself," and to grab something to clean the bedroom carpet with. Even if it was a ratty old thing. I didn't want to step in that puddle, afterall.
With that chore finished, I went to the dresser on the right. I pulled out ageay pair of male briefs. Sighing and with eyes closed, I opened them up and stepped right in. Pulled the up around my waste where they belong. A minor adjustment to the heavy balls, and they fit like a glove!
Gross! I'm now wearing a teenage boy's pair of underwear! But I didn't really have much of a choice, did I? I can't exactly go around naked or wearing mom's clothes. Dammit! Calling her "mom" again!
Shaking my head from these frustrating random thoughts, and finally fully dressed in my teenage boy clothes, I went to the bathroom to get that medallion. It wasn't there! Where was it? I had to keep my rising panic at Bay. It must be in the clothes I was wearing earlier. In the jeans pocket. Yeah! That's it! It's gotta be in the pocket of my...i mean, that boy's jeans!
I rushed back into that bedroom to check his pants. No dice! Went back to the bathroom. Looked in the tub. In the hamper, under the sink. I also got down on his hands and knees to see if it somehow flew beneath the radiator. Nope!
I got back up, and went back into the bedroom. My mind all-abuzz. I started ransacking the bedroom. Each drawer of both dressers. The bed. The unmade sheets. Under the bed. In the pile of apparently what must have been his dirty clothes. Dirty underwear and socks, and all. Even using a yard stick I randomly found to pick up each article of clothing with. Acutely aware that whatever germs are on or in those clothes, came from the body I happen to be occupying currently. I used the yard stick anyway.
Nothing. Nowhere. Nowhere to be found! What am I going to do? What is a grown woman....a respected and feared female adult executive, stuck with the body of a teenage boy, to do?