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There was no reason why I was getting a boner, except for the fact that I was fifteen and hadn't wanked off since that morning before getting up for school.
Spontaneous hard-ons were a regular occurrence for me, as anyone who has ever been a teenaged boy can confirm. I was a good looking lad, I thought; five-foot-nine, short black hair, dark eyes like my mum's, and an athletic build.
"Don't mind me ladies," I declared, dismissively waving at them, "I'm just passing through." I saw that there was a movie on the television, whereby Hugh Grant was acting all nervous in front of a woman. "Not heard of that," shrugged Lisa, looking forlonly at her now empty wine glass. "There's a sex scene," promised my mum, causing me to flinch, as would any teenaged boy when his mother utterered the word 'sex'. " I asked my mum and Lisa, trying to change the subject from sex. "Then we talked about porn," Lisa began, " and your mum was wondering..." "You were wondering," my mum corrected her friend. " I asked, knowing the answer would be a bit rude but perversely wanting it confirmed.
I went into the kitchen and hunted around the fridge. "We were wondering," Lisa restarted, and then she broke into giggles. "We wondered," Lisa began, pausing to look at my mum before returning her bespectacled gaze onto me, "if you.... " She giggled and slapped my mum's shoulder playfully. " "Lisa wants to know," mum said, "if you surf for porn on that computer you're so frequently glued to." My natural instinct was to deny this outrageous accusation, but I didn't because (a) it was true and (b) Lisa and mum were giggly and half-drunk and I kinda felt like getting into their mood and fooling around. "Some woman having about a dozen guys cum on her," I casually replied, barely able to accept that I was indulging in this conversation with my own mother. " my mum said, once again shocking me by her having knowledge of this term. " I asked, slightly amused at the naughty turn of the conversation and also eager to fit my role of the man-of-the-house, namely the provider of intoxicating liquors.
"How's it going honey," my mum said as I strolled through the living room. Mum looked quite funny slumped back on the sofa in her pink-and-black striped jumper and her hair slightly dishevelled. "It's called..." Lisa began, before trying to consult her memory. It tasted a bit funny but I immediately felt my head lighten a little, just with one gulp.
Lisa still looked like the nerdish librarian she was, but she had a more relaxed look on her round face. Eager to get back to my mum and Lisa's increasingly rude conversation, I strolled back into the living room and poured big glasses of wine for them both.
"Not a porn star though," I snickered, making my mum and Lisa giggle.
Otherwise though, Lisa was one of the very few women I'd ever fantasized about sexually.She was content to put her efforts into raising me and working at her job as a nurse.She often hung out with her best friend, Lisa, an unmarried woman who lived down the street.I was on the school football and sprint teams and I was proud of having a decent physique.As I stared into the mirror I took my T-shirt off and posed in my jeans, admiring my six-pack and lean but toned shoulders and arms.