“Umm.” I added some sugar to my creamy cup of coffee. “I…guess I don’t have any plans for today.”
“Really?” Mom looked a little surprised. I couldn’t blame her though. Normally around about this time I’d be calling my best friend Calvin up to find out which event we’d be going to. But he had to be at his grandmother’s funeral. “Then how would you like to spend the day with me?”
“I don’t see why not.” I shrugged as I stirred my cup.
“Good. It’s been a while since we’ve had a nice mother and son day.” She grabbed a knife and sliced a piece out the slab of butter.
“What did you have in mind?” I took a sip.
“I just need to do a little bit of shopping,” mom buttered her toast, “nothing big, just an anniversary gift for your father and a clothing item or two. Then…we’ll just wing it.” She shrugged.
“Sounds like a plan.”
After breakfast I smoked a cigarette, took a nice long shower and shaved my face before I stepped into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. Being twenty years of age meant I often got horny-for no reason whatsoever. And this just so happened to be one of those…little moments.
Unfortunately I didn’t have a girl who was DTF in my room at the time, so I’d have to settle for the next best way to achieve an orgasm. With a towel wrapped around my waist, I sat down by my PC and navigated to my pornography folder.
All kinds of steamy pictures and videos could be found in there; celebrities, lesbians, voyeur, legal teens, milfs, anime and so forth. But if one were to take a closer look at my collection, they’d notice the bulk of it contained my favourite act of sexual taboos-anal sex.
I had no idea why I was so into it. Hell, I hadn’t even done it before. But there was something about a sodomy scene that always managed to get my libido pumping. I leapt out of my seat and rounded up my lotion, headphones and a couple of Kleenex tissues.
Then I plugged my headphones into the PC, unfastened my towel and double-clicked on a strictly anal video of Phoenix Marie-one of my favourite porn stars. Fuck, I need to get laid. I squeezed the lotion into my palm as Phoenix shoved a dildo in her mouth. What I said in thought was true; it hadn’t happened ever since my girlfriend and I broke up.
Claire and I broke up four months earlier, which might sound like a long time to go without having intercourse, but I wasn’t the kind of guy who hunted for rebound sex. As feminine as it may sound, I needed to go through a healing period. But I also felt like I’d done that for long enough, which brings me back to my first point, ‘I needed to get laid’.
On completion of satisfying myself, I spent the rest of my morning and the first hour of my afternoon on social networks and by playing Grand Theft Auto on my Xbox. But once I noticed I only had a few more minutes until the time mom and I were scheduled to leave, I realised I was still in my towel. “Shit.”
I quickly jumped into some underwear, a dark blue pair of jeans, a pair of black sneakers and a red t-shirt, which had a thin black stripe that ran across the chest area and hugged my averagely sized biceps. To top my attire off I also wrapped the Hublot watch, which dad got me after I matriculated, around my wrist and a black leather belt around my waist.