Like "The Raven" only shorter. In my bedroom, partner lacking, on my bed as I sat whacking, Jerking off my throbbing penis, as Id never jerked before. Truly did it feel astounding, when all through room came sounding, Just like someone out there pounding, pounding on my bedroom door. Twas my mom back from the store. How could I but not remember, that afternoon just last November, When I stroked my turgid member, ready to shoot upon the floor. Hopefully she thought me napping, while she stood outside there rapping, As I sat there, nearly crapping, terror gripped me to the core. I stroked my cock so hard and fast that sweat dripped out of every pore. And my balls were getting sore. Yet I just sat there, couldnt hide, when all at once the door flew wide, I couldnt stop it though I tried, my dick shot its total store. So I sat, limp cock a holding, ready to receive her scolding, Truly a site to be beholding, feeling like a boy of four, But Mom just turned around and left and on that very day I swore, That Id start to lock my door.