I was about 13 or 14. At that age, a boy is nothing but hormones with feet. I was in desperate need of relief so I went into the bathroom, turned the lock and pulled the door to. I dropped my pants and shorts and faced the mirror over the sink. I could look in the mirror and hit the sink when I finished.
I was rubbing slowly, trying to make it last, but at that age, there is no"making it last". I was on the verge of finishing when I heard a noise to my left, and there was mom in the door. Then I shot. I was aiming for the sink but hit the fawset, mirror, sink, wall and floor. At that age, a boy ejaculates about a quart. I wanted to die. She just turned and walked away. I would get embarrassed just getting erect with mom around and all in a few seconds, she had seen me erect, playing with it and ejaculating.
I avoided her for as long as I could. All she ever said was"Did you clean the Mess?" All I could do was hang my head and say"Yes ma'am". As far as I know, she didnt tell anyone.
I am so happy that she didnt start yelling and screaming as I have heard of others doing.
I swore that I would never get an erection again. That promise lasted untill I saw the neighbor lady cutting grass in shorts.