My grandmother's viewing at the Funeral Home.
Honestly, she looked fine as fuck and I couldn't help but fucking stare at her tits. I honestly started sweating and my palms were shaking. Everyone noticed the protruding instrument in my pants that kept arising as every breath I took in made it bigger and plentiful.
Most women who viewed this uprising were very close relatives, like my mother or my aunts. I honestly didn't know what to do except to remove this protrusion of pure Masculinity and Dominance. Not waiting a second more, I furiously grabbed the hardened attachment that disturbed and aroused everyone around me.
I began to stroke, slow at first, but then at a steady pace I eventually mastered the beast as an alive Steve Irwin would with a Copperhead snake from North America. I began to vigorously stroke, causing envy in every male in the family and sheer lust from every single female in the entire room.
And then quick as thunder, but slow as molasses, a very hot and steamy liquid erupted from the Vesuvius that I call my penis. The thick and moist liquid was very hot to the touch that it burnt my trousers and had leaped over my grandmother's face.
It left a white residue of pure beauty that was a sight to behold, it looked as though her face had been cast in Porcelain and she forever remained with my personal gem I gave her.
As the whole ordeal was over, I sat to my chair and everyone had clapped over the spectacle of sheer intensity and awe. By the end of the day, I was no longer a child, but a man who had claimed his prize.
And his prize, was Justice.