Im still not entirely sure how I feel about what happened. As a mother, theres some guilt feelings, but as a woman, I feel..well..very differently. I do know that if my husband found out, a divorce would be in the works. It certainly shows how a relatively small event can spiral out of control.
It was this past July. It was nearly eleven in the morning and I still hadnt seen my son Jeremy, 15. He sometimes slept late, but I felt that this was ridiculous. He was wasting a beautiful, sunny summer day! I went down the hall and rapped on the closed door of his room.
"Jeremy! Get up! Its a beautiful day outside! Your sister got up hours ago!" In fact, his sister, Julie, 14, had gotten up at eight to go to some sale at the mall with her girlfriend. I had driven them over there.
Jeremy answered through the closed door. "Uh...Ok, mom..Ill be out in a little bit!"
His voice sounded odd. I couldnt really define why. Just call it motherly instinct.
"Jeremy?" I said, "Is everything alright?"
There was a pause. "Yeah, sure mom. No problem." But I thought I detected a note of fear or nervousness in his voice.
I thought for a moment and then decided that my responsibly as a parent took precedence over his privacy. "Jeremy, I hope you have clothes on, because Im coming in!" I turned the knob and opened the door.
He was lying on the bed in his usual t-shirt and boxers. He quickly pulled up the covers to cover himself, but not quite quickly enough. My face felt very hot and I knew I was blushing.
"Oh! I..uh" I stammered, deeply embarrassed. "Im really sorry!" What I had seen was his erect penis protruding from the fly of his boxer shorts. He was obviously either masturbating or just about to. I averted my eyes and started to close the door.
"Wait!" he said in a plaintive tone, "I think I got a problem...I-I dont know..I-Im not sure how..."
I stopped, confused. Surely, every teen boy knows how to masturbate! I looked at him, trying not to look at h... Læs hele novellen
