... do something but do not have the power to stop. Slowly,
his hand groped for his morning pee erection tent pole inside his baggy pajama pants.
Recently, and with some nervousness, Alexander had discarded with his pajama tops, thinking
that they just did not go well with what ever image he was trying to give himself. He also
stopped wearing underwear under the pajama bottoms because he liked the feeling of his
adolescent dick rubbing up against the fabric. If there was not the ever present danger of
Trudy, his thirteen year old sister, barging in on him for some ungodly reason, Alexander
would be wearing nothing to bed. He had tried that once or twice and liked how it felt to be
nude under the bed. There was also the worry that his mother would come in on laundry day to
collect the dirty clothes he left in piles about his room and find him stark naked without
the security of a sheet covering him.
Still not totally aware of what he was really doing, Alexander's thoughts drifted to his
mother as he took hold of his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Oddly, he had been having
bizarre thoughts about his mother lately. Coming of age is difficult for young boys and
with it comes certain sexual confusions. Blondie being the dominant female figure of his
life, Alexander was confusing motherly love for other than that. One night, while trying
out being nude in bed, Alexander's thoughts ventured to his mother and he found himself ...