It wasn't like they were being loud. If I had not seen them earlier that afternoon, I probably would not have even noticed. I was simply unable to shake that vision from my mind, and I heard them because I was listening for it.
Eventually I managed to pee and finish my homework. I lay in my bed afterward and nothing could drive that image of my mother sucking d**k from my mind. I felt dirty when my hand closed on my throbbing b***r, but it felt like I could not help myself. It was the first time I ever thought about my mom while I jacked off. When I got close I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a tissue, filling it with a pretty substantial load before wadding it up and dropping it into the trash.
I felt guilty afterwards. What had driven me over the edge was picturing my mother
