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Mom Doesn’t Get it - Part 3
BY: Hooked6


When reached home, I went to my room down the hall to finish my homework and mom busied herself on the phone taking to who knows who like she always did this time of day.


I finished my homework and told mom I was going for a jog for an hour around the ...

Synopsis

Tommy is a 15-year-old boy that has a problem. Or, at least, his mother thinks he has a problem. She believes that he is willfully being rude by making his penis point whenever he chooses. When he wakes up in the morning, after his showers, and even at his little sister, Lisa. She ...

I still remember the first time Mom found me with a boner. I was twelve. The way her face got all twisted up with anger still pops into my head sometimes. She spat that boys weren't supposed to let their things point, like I'd planned it just to mess with her. She couldn't get it that my body had a ...

My life flashed before my eyes. I remembered the morning my mom sat me down on the couch and told me I was going to learn to be a gentleman. She told me my body was my own, and I had to control it. She told me pointing was rude, and it was about respect. Respect for myself, and respect for other ...

Before they could leave, Sarah, Mia, and Emma all made a look at one another, and then at me. "Looks like we need to help the oldest sick boy," Sarah said as Mia reached over and gave my hard penis a nice, slow stroke. "Tommy here looks like he might have an aneurysm if we don't help him with his ...

It was as we were turning the corner onto my street that we saw her. Ms. Tanner, a lady from a few houses down. She was out with her fluffy little white dog, and her eyes, which were usually so friendly and warm, went wide with a look of pure, unadulterated horror when she saw me.

"What in the ...

Sunday seemed to come a little sooner than I realized. I woke up feeling like I had just discovered the secret to eternal happiness. The room was bright, and I was warm. And I was naked. But it didn't bother me. It just... was. Like my hands and my feet. Just another part of me that belonged to her ...

Time seemed to fly by, and soon Sarah and I were back on our way over to her house. It was a lot more nerve-racking this time, walking through the neighborhood while the sun was out. It wasn't dark anymore. There weren't any big, busy cars to hide behind. Just the bright, happy sunshine and the ...

"We're home!" a big, loud, cheerful voice boomed through the house. "Somebody's gotta help me carry in all this fish we caught!" It was Mr. Sanders.

And behind him, trudging in with a goofy smile on his face, was Mark.

The world went into slow motion.

I saw his face. At first, he was just Mark ...

I couldn't believe Mia would actually get Sarah's dad to go along with it, but she did. With a little nudge from Mrs. Sanders, who just kept saying, "For Mark's health, Michael! We have to do this for our son!" Mr. Sanders finally, reluctantly, agreed to a "procedure".

Mr. Sanders's face was all ...