It was a normal weekend morning in my teens. You know the kind, wake up, stroke one out, hop in the shower, stroke one out, etc.
I'd woken up early, gotten my stash of porn, I'm old enough to have had to resort to a magazine for my porn. I'd made my selection, had my chosen inspiration in one hand and the source of all my evil in the other.
Things were progressing nicely, it really sucks to have to search a magazine if your initial porn selection just ain't doing it for ya.
I'm totally focused on the task at hand, buck naked on the bed, beating me meat like it owed me money. I was getting close to the finish line.
And then my bedroom door swings wide open and I look to see my mother staring at me. There was the split second of reaction between the door opening and grabbing the covers and throwing them across me.
To add insult to injury, the foot of my bed faced the door, so it was a full on view of my balls bouncing, my hand pounding up and down that will forever haunt her.