i moved to new york state quite suddenly, switching from my dad's house to my mom's house. my mom's house was a 2 bedroom, and my sister had the 2nd bedroom. so for a couple of months, till we moved to a larger house i was sleeping in the living room on a pullout couch bed. one morning i woke up, made sure my sister was not home, and stripped naked on my hide-a-bed. i surrounded myself with pictures from a victoria's secret catalog, lotioned up the 3rd leg and began to whack the way i like it. my mom worked at the post office and left home every morning for work at 5:30 am. the woman never missed a day of work in her life. so imagine my surprise when she rolls into the living room bleary eyed, having called in sick that morning, to be standing one foot in front of my bed taking in the view of me, surrounded by soft porn, setting a personal record for sperm altitude.
we did not speak for several days. then she tried to give me a "it's totally normal, sorry to have blah blah blah" speech.
it was excruciating.