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Wearing his pajamas, Danny looks around the corner into the living room with a yawn. His mother is sitting on the couch watching TV at a low volume.
Noticing her son, she looks over to him with a smile. “Getting tired, Danny?”
Rubbing his eye with a closed fist during a yawn, he slowly nods in response.
“Then go get ready for bed, I'll be there in a minute.”
“Okay,” he says.
Walking down the hall, Danny heads to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and rinses with mouthwash. Picking up the comb, he thoroughly goes through his short hair even if it isn't needed.
Next, he turns on the shower. Takes his time getting the water just right, that little bit past warm enough where it starts to scald.
Knowing there's nobody to see, Danny stands in front of the mirror. Gripping opposite sides of his shirt with both hands, he pulls it up over his head and drops it on the floor. Looking at the mirror he throws his hip to the side like he sees in all those dances on TV. Spinning around he slowly crouches as he pushes his pants down his legs.
Danny is in front of the mirror in just his navy blue boxer briefs. Disappointed they aren't the kind he had just a few months ago, the ones with characters from his favorite shows on them. He does like how these look, he swears he does, but it just isn't the same.
With a sigh, he pushes those down too. Staring at himself in the mirror, eyes focused on what was between his legs, or more accurately what isn't between them.
He steps into the shower and basks in the warmth. Danny gets a handful of shampoo, far more than he actually needs, and lathers up his scalp before rinsing it off.
Danny takes the showerhead down and promptly places it between his legs. He knows he shouldn't, but it always feels so good. Not as good as what's coming after the shower, but still good.
Two fingers slip inside, bottom of his middle knuckle pressing up against his button. Fingers brush his walls, searching for that spot he can never find on his own. Wrist moves his hand in a small circular motion, fingers pull out and push back in just that little bit.
His knees get weak, they start to shake. Tension builds below his belly. He can't stay standing any longer so he sits down and rides out his orgasm, unable to tell the difference between how much of the wetness is from him and how much is from the water being sprayed up in there.
Panting and riding out his afterglow, Danny puts the showerhead back in place and finishes bathing. After drying off, he gets dressed in the clean black panties waiting for him on the back of the toilet, and pulls his pajamas back on.
Danny leaves the bathroom and goes to the only bedroom in the house. He takes off his pajamas, and slips into the bed under the covers to wait for mama so they can go to sleep.