Chapter 2

I stood before the bathroom mirror, looking at myself. I was tall and handsome, with obvious signs of physique from working out, a defined eight-pack, and an undeniable gravitas of mature masculinity.

And yet, despite my impressive physique, no one seemed interested in me at all, leaving me relegated to jerking myself off instead.

I faced the mirror, roughly slid my pants down, and began stroking myself.

I recalled Diana stating that she was going to find herself a male escort to satisfy her and wanted nothing more than to rush up to her and tell her to use me instead. After all, I had way fewer body counts than those escorts, and more importantly, I needed it more than they did!

I couldn't believe what was going through my head. Diana was my own mother-in-law, after all!

However, the more I forced myself not to think of her, the more she appeared in my head, and I eventually lost control and growled, "Damn… Mom… I'm going to make you scream my name…"

The thought of doing something so morally degrading to her somehow made me feel even more turned on and excited than ever, and my hands began speeding up. I didn't even realize that my voice and lewd sounds were getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was slowly pushed open.

I got such a scare that I immediately stopped what I was doing and opened my eyes. I wanted to shut my mouth at once, but I still couldn't hold back a moan that flew out of my throat.

I came face-to-face with the bathroom intruder, who turned out to be nobody other than Diana. I never wanted the ground to open up and swallow me as much as I did now.

I saw her eyes light up when she looked at me, and it wasn't until then that I realized that my pants and underwear were all on the ground.

She'd probably heard me moaning and screaming her name from outside the bathroom door earlier, and seeing me like this now, it wasn't hard for her to figure out what I'd been up to.

This was too embarrassing. She was Sabrina's mom, for crying out loud! My mother-in-law!

And to think that I'd been screaming her name and "threatening" to plow into her over and over again just a while ago!

She'd probably put two and two together and figure out that I'd been fantasizing about her while jerking myself off.

And to think that we lived in the same household too, which meant I'd still be seeing her around every day for the rest of my life.

How was I supposed to face her again after such an awkward, embarrassing thing? She probably thought that I was some lowlife pervert who fantasized about sleeping with his own mother-in-law now!

I bent down to pull my pants up in a hurry to cover my dark, bulging length. My face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and I lowered my head as I mumbled, "I'm… I'm sorry, Mom… You won't hate me for this, will you?"

"I won't," she replied in concern. "But did you just get into a fight with Sabrina? Why are you here rubbing one out by yourself?"

Fortunately for me, Diana didn't question me about calling out her name while pleasuring myself. She also didn't ask me why my size looked so outlandishly monstrous.

Or, maybe she was just pretending not to have heard or seen them.

"I…"

I stammered embarrassedly as cold sweat beaded from my forehead.

I wanted to tell Diana everything—about how fiercely Sabrina would look at me if I were to suggest it, about how it had been torture having to masturbate myself every single night, and maybe even ask Diana to have a look at my member.

However, the words just died in my throat.

"What really is going on, Bruce? Why don't you tell me? I might be able to help you."

She slowly came toward me, using the handkerchief she always carried with her to wipe away the sweat on my forehead while gently telling me that it was okay and that I didn't have to be afraid.

The handkerchief brushed gently across my skin, and I could immediately smell her mature womanly scent emanating from it. It was alluring and somewhat mysterious.

I didn't know why, but I suddenly found the courage to spill everything to her. My face went as red as a beet as I recounted everything to her in a small voice with my head hung low. I told her about my condition and how it wouldn't stop growing lately.

Diana looked very shocked. She even looked at me in slight disbelief and asked, "Is such a thing really possible? I'd only read about a case like that in a medical journal, and it had only gotten slightly bigger than normal. It's not as exaggerated as you claim yours is. Are you sure you're not exaggerating?"

When I saw that Diana was a little doubtful, I quickly said, "No, I'm telling the truth! It keeps growing bigger every day! I'm even worried that I won't be able to wear regular pants out anymore if things go on like this!"

"Alright, then, take it out of your pants and show it to me," she said.