I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now... I can't find that stinkin' medallion and I know the longer it takes to find... oh god... I cannot get stuck as this horny 14 y.o. in the beginning stages of his... puberty roller coaster! Gross! I can feel the drying sweat all over my body from having just masturbated a second time. I'm in fresh clothes and already I feel like I need a shower.
Thankfully I picked out some athletic shorts from my drawer so I could move around faster. Wait-shit- did I just say 'my' drawer? -I mean't this kid's drawer. I'm not living this boy's life forever! My apparent mother comes from around the corner and tells me, "I'm texting you a list of things that I want you to buy at the store while I'm at work tonight..." I didn't want to hear any of this... so I rolled my eyes. I think she could tell I was annoyed. "Open up your phone mister, now!" She stood there with her arms crossed.
I reach into my pocket and already feel the cracked screen on my shit phone. The lock screen shows two messages... from Mom... and from Rose... My dick was stuffed tight inside my briefs but I could feel it start to move around a bunch. I was thinking so much about that text from Rose but my Mom was standing there waiting for me still. I think I must've lost track of time because I felt my dick tent straight out. I didn't realize it until I felt my shorts pull forward a little. I had to quickly adjust myself but it just made mom look straight at it. I couldn't make my dick point in any other direction!
"Give me that!" Mom grabbed my phone away from me! She pushed a few things and then looks down at me. I feel my face turn red cause I think she's reading my PRIVATE message from Rose! "MOM!" I yell and she raises my phone higher.
"Will you get the list done, Mikey?"
"YeEEss!" I run off to my room, my dick still throbbing hard all along the way. I don't even care that my voice cracked like crazy if it's only my Mom that heard it. I'm more concerned with getting control over this dick. I refuse to believe that a 14 y.o. has zero control...