Mum's Private Lessons

My name is Adam, and I was very normal. I was a little taller for my age, but that’s just because I had my growth spurt earlier. My family is not a peaceful one. Well, maybe 100 peaceful days in 365 days of the year. My Dad is always coming home late. 2:00am has become the normal 8:00pm. My mum is always trying to be silent, but 80% of the time, she is unable to even right now. It's all happening now. I closed my door to get to the business of the day, before sleeping off. "Adam!!! Come downstairs now" my sister Lucy was banging on my door. What a disturbance at that time of the night, for crying out loud it's 11:00 Pm" I thought, as I stood to open the door. "What's the fuss at this time of the night, where are you?" I went downstairs and saw her on the top stair of the staircase and, as usual, my mom and Dad were having a hot argument. I took my sister inside and helped her to her room. "Hey, do you remember Job?" Probably, if we have a conversation about other things she might forget what is happening outside, she should not have to start thinking about what is happening between Mom and Dad. "Job? which job... ?" "Oh, you've forgotten about Job who kissed you when you were five and said he will marry you?" "Oh please that was like 10 years ago, how do you want me to start thinking about that, also is this the time for that?" with fiery eyes, she is really staring at me "Stop it now, why will you be looking at me like that, am I the Job who broke your heart ?" I teased her taking few steps away from her Right now, she's on her feet marching towards me "Job never broke my heart, I was the one who did that" "Oh yes I know, maybe not before, but now I do. Stop threatening me" I tried escaping but my sister, she is very strong, so strong that she can make anyone lose their balance. She charged against me, grabbed me and flipped me on the bed. "woah, it's not up to this, why are you doing this to me." She sat on me and pinned me down, "Admit it, admit that I am stronger than you" she said, laughing so well. Though this is not the direction I hoped for, as long as she is laughing, I believe I just have to stretch a bit to make the fun get into her head enough to forget about everything. "Why would I admit it, do you think if this were a real fight, you would be able to do that easily ?" "Are you sure?" Very sure we had it rough for a while and got rid of every possible means of getting affected by what was happening outside, she soon dozed off and I went to my room. I had to jerk off to sleep early, yeah I masturbate. However, I started m**********g late compared to most. It wasn’t that I was against it, I honestly had just never heard of it. A friend made a joke about “jerking off” and I had to ask him what that was. He told me, and, of course, that night in bed I tried it, and like most teenage boys, I was hooked. At this point in my life I hadn’t done anything more than kiss a girl, so m**********g was a great hobby for me. Since I didn’t have a girlfriend, and no real prospects, I knew I wasn’t going to be getting any girl any time soon. I was doing it multiple times a day, and had come up with a good routine. The morning was a must, because like all guys my age, I was plagued with ridiculous morning wood! I would try to do it in the shower in the morning when I was getting ready for school. The shower was great, but of course, my parents would knock on the door and tell me to hurry up. Plus, I had to share a bathroom with my younger sister, so I usually had to settle for a quick one in my room before I got dressed. I would then jerk off when I got home from school. My little sister got home about an hour later, so it was just mom downstairs doing housework and preparing dinner. When I’d go up to my room to start on homework, I’d actually have a quick jerk first. The common theme was that I usually had to be quick and discreet. It was totally possible that my mom could walk in to ask me something while I was doing homework, or my sister could burst in to play or just bug me, or my dad might come up to say hi when he got home from work. So, in my bed at night when everyone else was asleep, it was the only time and place I had privacy. When I first started m**********g, I used to lay, buck naked on the bed, with lotion and towel. I’d take my time and enjoy working myself up to a really good orgasm. The towel was totally necessary for me. I’d heard jokes, and guys saying that they kept a box of tissues in their rooms. I asked why and they said it was to catch their c*m shot to avoid a mess. I couldn’t fathom a tissue catching my load, I’d blow a hole right through it! I happened to c*m a lot when I jerked off, and not just a lot, I also shot for distance! The first time I did it, I was laying in bed stroking my c**k vigorously, and when I came I blew a load all over my own face and pillows! After that, if I was m**********g while laying down or sitting at my desk, I always put a towel over my c**k when I was almost ready to c*m. Or if I was standing, I’d lay the towel out in front of me and aim for it.