Chapter 3

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I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a cold one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure didn't want to lose! Ok, truth be told, I'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But... shit... it wasn't all the time, hardly ever. I just didn't think of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I gotta fucking clear my head.

"Honey?" Ally called from the hallway. "There's a sandwich downstairs. I'm going to clean up and do some shopping for some shit. You can go do whatever, but I was thinking we could go out somewhere tonight. Maybe, Fleming's?" That was a high-end steakhouse. The kind where a potato is twelve dollars.

"Yeah! Sure! Sounds good!" I dried my crotch but kept moving. Fuck! I didn't know it was this hard not to touch myself!

In my room, I heard the shower go on. Ally's  naked in the shower. Now this, I thought, this is the moment of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with fire? This will tell. If I go in there, we'll find out.

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I can't do this.

I'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to twist the knob.

Locked.

Fucking bitch! I thought to myself. She knew... she knew I would try. Which means... what? No? Never? Not now? Go jerk off? Oh ally... you're a sneaky one.

Well, I certainly never got a hard on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of course. You can't play Xbox and not eat.

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