By David
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Chapter One
“What have I told you about jacking off? Haven't I warned you time and
again to stop it? You're ruining my sheets and stinking up your bedroom
every time you do that. Do you think I like having to clean up after
you and do your nasty laundry? Do you?”
Mom was
really pissed at me. She'd known I was up to no good for some time, but
she never could catch me in the act until that fateful day, the day
when things between us changed forever. I thought she was gone to visit
her sister, so I’d gathered up some dirty magazines I found in my dad's
old footlocker and prepared to spend a glorious Saturday morning in
erotic bliss, just me and my fantasy harem of big boobed women and
bare-naked butts. I'd barely gotten started when Mom barged into the
room and started scolding me.
“What the hell are
these? Those pictures are sickening! You're ruining your mind looking
at those stupid magazines!” The look on her face was one of complete
disgust. “That is nothing more than filth, nasty, ugly filth! Those
women aren't real and people don't do things like that! You have no
business looking at stuff like that”
“I … I’m …
s-s-sorry Mommy,” I whispered. I always called her “Mommy” when I was
in trouble. I don’t know why. I guess it was because I was just twelve
years old at the time, barely more than a child; being cute and
precocious had helped get me out of trouble as a little kid, so why not
now?
“I … I’m sorry. I … I really am.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, little mister!” Mom shook her head. “Honestly,
Billy, I can't tell you how ashamed I am of you. Jerking off to nasty
pictures like this. It's not like you at all. You used to be such a
good boy, such a nice boy. What in the world has gotten into you?”
I felt horrible. I really did. I was lying on the bed naked with my
hands over my wiener; that was pretty much how my mom found me, only I
was right in the middle of jerking off when she barged into the room.
And now she was staring down at me like I was some kind of freak. I
could see the deep disappointment in her face and I could only imagine
what she thought of me. Still, I did my best to justify what I'd done
... or at least do the next best thing and lay the blame somewhere
else.
“It ... it's not my fault,” I stammered. “I ...
I found those magazines in ... in Dad's old army locker. I was ... just
curious ... you ... you know. And the next thing I knew ...”
Mom wasn't buying it. Her eyes lit up and she bared her teeth in near rage.
“Do NOT lay this on your father! He's been gone now for more than a
year, God rest his soul. He wasn't perfect, but this is not his fault.
Don’t you dare blame the dead! You know right from wrong. You know very
well you shouldn’t be doing something like this! You shouldn't have
been going through his things in the first place, but even so, you
should have come to me when you found this ... this filth, this shit …
this … this … pornography! You knew better, but you decided to do the
nasty thing instead!
“Honestly, Billy, I cannot tell you how ashamed I am of you!”
My eyes burned with tears as I lie there, still naked, helpless and
terrified before my mother as she scolded and berated me mercilessly.
“I used to be so proud of you … you were my little baby … you still are
my precious baby boy … but now … after seeing you like this … I … I
don’t know what to think.”
I watched in horror as my
mom picked up the magazine I'd been ... you know ... jerking off to,
and she stared long and hard at the page I’d been looking at. I felt my
stomach ache as she flipped the page around and shoved it in my face.
“You think this is fun? You think this is sexy? A young girl sucking on
a man's dick? Is that what you think women are about? You're a little
boy! You’re too young for this! You’re not even a teenager yet! You're
not supposed to be thinking about such things, much less looking at
them!”
Mom flipped through the magazine, screwing up
her face at this picture and making yucky noises at that. She showed me
another photograph, this one of a girl’s mouth filled with a white
slimy goo; I would soon learn the terms “semen” and “cum” and a whole
lot more in the days that followed.
Anyway, I still remember the shock of my mother slapping that magazine against my forehead.
“Oh, I bet she thinks that's a tasty treat! Yessiree, yum yum yummy,
good for your tummy ....” She shot me a snide, disgusted look. “Um-hmmm
… this is what every mommy in the world wants her little boy to think,
that women just love sucking on dicks and licking a man’s balls!”
Hearing my own mom talk like that was a shock to me! Mothers didn’t
talk like that; not my mom, not my friends’ moms, not any moms I knew.
Hearing my mom use phrases like “sucking dicks” and “licking balls” was
almost as shocking to me as her catching me jerking off. Almost. I was
so ashamed and so afraid; I wanted to cover my ears to keep from
hearing her say those things.
“I ... I'm ... sorry,” I sobbed through my tears. “I ... I won't d-do it a- ... again.”
Mom laughed. It wasn't a very happy laugh, not like I was used to
hearing her make; it sounded more like she was spitting something awful
from her mouth.
“That's a lie if ever I heard one.
And you can stop with the pretend crying and the fake tears. I got no
sympathy for you, jack off boy!”
“They ... they're not fake,” I muttered. “You scared me for real, Mom. I can't help it.”
“Too bad, so sad,” she snapped. “The cat's out of the bag now ... once
you've seen this kind of thing and pulled on your wiener over it,
you're ruined. I know all too well what little boys are like. Once you
start tugging on your little thing you can’t stop. But to do it while
looking at this filth … my God! Oh Billy, if only I could make you
understand ....”
That's when she got her bright idea. The one that would change our relationship – and our lives – forever.
“Okay, let me think about this for a minute.” Mom stared at the
magazine and then at me ... and then back at the magazine. “This might
just work. I wonder ....”
I watched nervously as she
put the magazine aside and left the room. I thought for a moment she'd
gone to fetch my father's leather belt; ever since he'd died she'd kept
it handy, using it occasionally on my bare butt to “attract my
attention” whenever I did something wrong or forgot to do some chore or
whatever.
A chill of fear swept over me as I
envisioned the beating I was about to get. I pulled my bedcovers up to
hide my naked body, but that didn’t make me feel any better; Mom was
furious about me looking at my dad’s dirty magazines and masturbating,
and now I was about to pay the price for my transgressions.
What happened next was even worse. But so much more marvelous in its own way.
“Okay, I checked the doors and unplugged the phone,” Mom said when she
returned. “We won't be interrupted. Not anytime soon, at least.”
I looked for my dad’s leather belt, but it was nowhere to be seen.
There was, however, a small pink plastic squeeze bottle in my mother’s
hand. She yanked down the covers and smiled a very odd and very crooked
smile. I felt stupid and helpless in my birthday suit; my stupid dick
was still sticking up, which didn't help matters.
“It's time you learned about the birds and the bees. Well, about men
and women, I guess. Or at least real women and what they like and what
they don't. And one of those things we don’t like is little boys who
jack off.”
I watched with a mixture of curiosity and
terror as Mom squirted a liberal dollop of white lotion into the palm
of her hand and put the bottle on my nightstand. I felt a wave of dread
sweep over me as she rubbed her hands together, smearing the ointment
around noisily and dramatically.
“You don’t know what
you let yourself in for, little mister.” She tapped my nose with a wet
fingertip, leaving me smelling the perfumed scent of the lotion.
“Prepare to be amazed.”
I gasped in total and
complete surprise as my mom took my penis in between her hands and
began rubbing them together like she was trying to start a fire; when I
gasped it was with such force that I almost got choked on my own spit,
I was so shocked by what was happening. I tried to sit up and make her
stop, but she shoved me back down and warned me to stay as I was.
“Don't even think about it, jack off boy!” She spoke with an almost
evil sneer to her voice as she spun my boyish organ between her
slippery hands. The grin on her face was mischievous bordering on
wicked, like one of those evil stepmothers you see in a cartoon about
the helpless young hero trapped in a castle. “You may have started
this, but I’m going to finish it.”
The sensation of
being masturbated – by my own mother, no less! – was so intense I could
barely speak. “But … Mom … what … <GASP!> … are you … do- …
d-doing …?”
“Shush, you! You've got some lessons
coming to you, little mister, so you just watch close and pay
attention.” Mom raised an eyebrow and showed me a crooked, amused
smile. “I don't want you to miss a single thing.”
This was not my mother. I mean, it was my mom all right, but it didn't
sound anything like her and she sure wasn't acting anything like the
mom I knew ... or at least the one I thought I knew. In retrospect I
don't think she thought I was much the same, either; seeing her
precious little boy masturbating to some graphic pornography her late
husband forgot to throw away, that must have been a real shocker for
her. One minute I was the peaches and cream baby, the apple cheeked
little tike who loved toy robots and baseball and believed in Santa
Claus; but then, all of a sudden I’d transmogrified into some horrid
pervert, naked and writhing about on the bed, tugging on my private
parts, spewing spunk and leering at pretty ladies with dicks in their
mouths. I was no longer the precious, innocent angel she thought I was,
and so she was bound and determined to show me the error of my ways.
“Please … Mom … d-don’t … don’t do this ….”
“Shush, you! Keep quiet while I figure out a couple of things here,”
she muttered as she fumbled with my penis. I felt my whole body shudder
as she wrapped her finger and thumb around the small pink tip and gave
it a little wrist action. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this ….”
“Oh gosh … Mom … <GASP!> … oh … oh geez ….”
Yeah, it was a huge culture shock to us all, I guess. But to be honest,
I was the one taking the biggest leap that day; after all, MY MOM WAS
JERKING ME OFF!!! That’s right, my own mother, the woman who suckled me
and changed my diapers and wipe my nose and sent me to school and
kissed my boo-boos was now pulling and rubbing on my erect penis like
there was no tomorrow!
“Okay, I'm a little rusty, but
I'll get it right soon,” Mom quipped as she resumed spinning my wiener
between her palms, back and forth and back again. I bit my lip at the
touch of her lotion-covered hands, not quite realizing that this was
not a dream but real life. “I've had a lot of experience over the years
taming the male animal. Boys in high school and then college … and then
your daddy. I guess now it's your turn, hmmmm?”
I was
surprised to hear her giggle. I mean, I was already in a state of shock
because she was jerking me off, but to hear her make that sound … that
giggle … just added to the weirdness of the situation. One minute she
was madder than a wet hen, and all of a sudden she was grinning and
snickering like a naughty little girl. What the heck was happening?
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you like jacking off so much,”
she sang happily as she turned her focus back to the tip of my penis,
using the “O” formed by her finger and thumb to slowly caress the
sensitive mushroom-shaped cap. “You are your daddy’s son, after all,
and you are growing up … a little too fast for me, though. I suppose
this was about to happen. I just didn’t expect to be the one to do this
….”
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to
think. All I knew was my mom suddenly sped up and a flash of light
flickered before my eyes and my penis felt like it was being hit by a
burning jolt of electricity.
“Oh gosh ... oh gosh oh
gosh oh gosh ...,” I panted. “Oh gosh ... Mom ... please ... you're ...
OW!!! ... you're hurting me. Ow, Mom, please ... that hurts!”
“Oh shush!” My mother clucked her tongue and shook her head. “I'm not
hurting you. You're just a little sensitive, that's all. Here, how's
this feel?”
She squirted more lotion on her hands and
went back to work. The bolt of lightning in my brain went away and I
felt a flurry of tickling butterfly-like flicks up and down my tingling
organ. I raised my head up to see my mom's hands playing along the
slender, fleshy shaft of my penis, her fingertips dancing lightly over
the shiny pink tip, caressing the mushroom-shaped cap and teasing me,
taunting me ... demanding me to beg for her to grip me tighter and rub
me at least a little bit harder.
“Oh ... my ... gosh
....,” I gasped. I flopped down and I arched my back, squirming and
wriggling uncontrollably under my mother’s touch. “Mom ... Mommy ...
please ... wow ... I mean ... WOW!”
“So you like your
mommy jacking you off, hmmm? Imagine that.” My mother's face took on a
rueful, almost regretful look. “What am I going to do with you, little
boy? Hmm? You’re not supposed to grow up so fast, you know. What in the
world am I supposed to do with you?”
I didn't say
anything. I didn't know what I was supposed to say. To be honest, I was
too busy writhing under my mother’s touch and I fell into wave after
wave of rapturous pleasure as she continued to caress and squeeze and
pluck and tickle my boyish appendage. I felt a familiar feeling swell
up from inside my groin and between my thighs, rising up through the
base of my penis and beginning that final route up toward the tip ….
“So here's what's going to happen.” Mom suddenly paused in her
ministrations and stared down at me. She’d brought me to the edge of
ecstasy and to stop so abruptly was a huge disappointment; at least she
had my full and undivided attention, which in retrospect was probably
her intent.
“After this is all over with, when I’m
out of sight and out of mind, I know you're going to want to jerk off
again. No, don’t bother denying it. It's just that thing young boys do.
Sometimes it’s all they do. I knew it was coming, if you know what I
mean, and I didn’t think I would have a problem with that. But to be
honest, sweetie, right now you're way too young to be doing that kind
of thing. Or at least I think so.”
Mom stared at me
as if she was waiting for me to say something. I nodded, then shrugged.
All I knew was I was dying for her to keep jerking me off; I mean, I
sort of didn’t want her to – that would be weird, right? – but my penis
was begging for relief. I actually thought about begging her to get
back to work, but that would have been wrong. Am I right? My head felt
like it was going to explode, I was so confused. And so I chose to keep
my mouth shut instead, which was probably a good thing.
“The other problem is this stupid pornography. I wish to God you'd
never found it. That stuff is not real, Billy. These girls aren't real.
I mean, they’re real girls, sure, but real girls don’t act or look like
that and what they’re doing with those men isn't real. That's not love.
It's perverted sex and I will not have that kind of thing in my house.
And that's why I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine.”
As if in answer to my prayers my mom squirted another dollop of lotion
into her hand and resumed caressing my penis. She gradually worked from
the light, feathery tickles back to the firm rubbing and stroking she'd
started with. But now she was more controlled, more rhythmic ... more
focused.
“Oh gosh … <GASP!> … oh my … gosh … M-M-Mom … <GASP!> … Mommy … <GASP!> … oh … gosh ….”
I huffed and puffed and fought for to catch my breath as my mother’s
slippery hands slid up and down my penis; it wasn’t that long – perhaps
three or four inches at peak erection – but she was so skilled as she
drew out my passions, I felt ten feet tall.
“I've
decided to take matters in my own hand, quite literally,” she said,
almost to herself, as she massaged and tantalized my penis. I was
listening, but I was lost in the sensations and flashes of delight that
had taken over my adolescent sensibilities.
“And so
here’s what’s going to happen. From now on, when you want to jack off,
you come to me. Come to Mommy and Mommy will make everything feel
better, all right?”
“Mmmmmm ….” was all I could think to say in reply.
“I’m serious, Billy. You are not to jack off or touch yourself down
there or anything of the sort. Okay? Do you understand me? I asked you
a question, little mister!”
It took me a second to
realize what she was saying, and another second or two to realize I was
supposed to nod or say yes or something. I finally did both, though I
didn't quite comprehend the gravity of my situation.
“Um, yes ma'am,” I gasped, doing my best to nod my head as my mother continued masturbating me.
Mom frowned. “What are you supposed to do? Repeat what I just said.”
My face was red with excitement and my breathing was labored, but I
managed to choke out the words. “I … I’m not … you do- … don’t want me
to j-j-jack … jack off anymore?”
“And?”
I closed my eyes for a moment. It was difficult to say the words and …
oh God! How I wanted to spurt, but I wasn’t quite there. Not just yet.
“What else are you supposed to do, Billy? Answer me! Spit it out, little mister!”
I opened my eyes to see my mom looking down at me. Once again she’d
stop jacking me off at the verge of rapture, and there was this horrid,
awkward moment when I realized the uncomfortable absurdity of the
situation.
My mom was jacking me off … and I was loving it? Really?
Oh well ….
“I ... I'm ... next time ... I want to ... j- ... jack off ….” I paused
long enough to organize my thoughts. “If … if I want to ... jack off
... I'm ... supposed to go to ... you?”
Mom gave me a
playful wink. You’d have thought I told her I made an “A” on my math
quiz. “That’s right. If you feel the need, you come to Mommy? Is that
understood?”
“Yes Mom,” I mumbled. I felt more than a little confused about just where this conversation was headed.
My mother nodded, a satisfied smirk curling her lips. She adjusted her
grip on my penis and established a new rhythm, carefully sliding her
greasy hands up and down and up and down, slowly but steadily. My
breath was taken away by the resulting sensation and I couldn’t help
but squirm and moan and whimper under her hand.
“That’s right. Whenever you feel like jacking off, you just come to
Mommy and let Mommy make that nasty, naughty feeling go away. Do you
understand me? Speak up, sweetie, unless you want me to stop again.”
I blinked. Then I blinked again. Between the sensation of being jerked
off by my mom and the words that came out of her mouth … I wasn’t sure
I heard her right.
“You want me to … say it … now …?” I gasped as I tried to finish my question.
Mom shrugged. She then did the worst thing in the world at that moment
in time; she let go of my penis. I remember lying there feeling so
foolish, so ashamed with my silly skinny twelve year old erection
pointing up right at her. She didn’t say a word for the longest time,
she just stood over me with a sly grin curling her lips.
“Yes, sweetie,” she finally replied. “Ask Mommy to jack you off. Come on, say it.”
This was crazy! My head spun with confusion as I tried to process what
I was being told what to do. There was no way I could bring myself to
say such … such a silly … stupid … and perverted thing. I just couldn’t
do it. On the other hand, how could I not with my mom hovering over me
with that smug, sadistic smirk on her face and her fingertips lightly
flicking and pinching my wiener. My head hurt and my heart raced as I
did my best to swallow and take a deep breath before replying.
“Please … Mom ….”
“Mommy,” she interrupted. “Not ‘Mom.’ Say ‘Mommy,’ okay?”
I nodded my head and gritted my teeth. Was she kidding me? Oh well ….
“Um … please Mom … Mommy … wou- … would you ….”
“Come on, jack off boy, you can say it. Saaaaay iiiiiit ….”
I took a deep breath and nodded once more. “Please Mommy … please … j-j-jack … jack me … off?”
Mom’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. I’ll never forget the gleeful look in her eyes and the triumph in her voice.
“Well of course, sweetie. All you have to do is ask.”
With that my mother’s slippery, oily hands gripped me gently and firmly
began stroking me toward rapture. The earlier clumsiness and
awkwardness she’d exhibited had gone, replaced by an expertise and
technique developed from past experience; her mastery of masturbation
had awakened, and I was the focus of her unrelenting attention.
“That’s it, sweetie … let Mommy make it all better. She’ll help it go away and everything will be just fine …..
“Mom … Mommy … <GASP!> … oh gosh … oooooohhhhhhh … geeeeezzzz …. <GASP!> …. oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh ….”
It felt like it took forever, but the truth is it probably only took my
mom a minute or so to get me off. I remember my body tensing up, my
spine arching backward, my toes curling up and my heart racing like
crazy; that’s when everything suddenly went black and a huge pressure
within me let loose. I felt a huge surge shoot through my wiener, and a
stream of thick and stringy spunk spattered up in the air and across my
belly and chest; some of it even landed on my neck and chin.
“Mommy … <GASP!> … oh gosh oh gosh … <GASP!> … oh gosh oh gosh ….”
I felt my body go limp, and then all of a sudden the spasm hit me
again, and then once more, launching repeated jets of jism into the air
and down across my naked body. When it was all over I felt as weak as a
new-born kitten. I would have been mortified if I hadn’t been so
exhausted from the experience.
“Mom … I … I’m so sorry,” I said breathlessly. “I … I didn’t mean to ….”
“Shhhhh … don’t say anything, sweetie. And don’t try to get up.” Mom
gave me yet another mischievous, knowing wink. “Remember I said I
wanted you to get a taste of your own medicine? Well, here, have a
little.”
I felt something wet and warm touch my lips.
I remember licking them and thinking, “Ew! What’s that?” I opened my
eyes to see my mom’s hand over my mouth, her fingers dripping with some
sort of white slimy stuff.
What the heck?
She brought her other hand up and turned it over to drip even more of
the white goop into my mouth. A bright, gleeful expression lit up her
face and that’s when I realized she was feeding me the stuff that had
just come out of my wiener!
“Mom, no! That’s nasty!”
I tried to say. But I couldn’t because as soon as I parted my lips she
crammed her fingers in between my teeth and forced a handful of semen
into my mouth.
I tried to sit up, but she pushed me
back, holding me down against the bed. More semen was dropped into my
open mouth and I remember the stringy, sticky stuff clinging to my
teeth, my tongue and the back of my throat. I tried spitting out the
foul, funky stuff, but Mom held her hands over both my mouth and my
nose, preventing me from losing a single drop.
“Don’t
you dare!” she said sternly. “That’s the point of this exercise, little
mister. Remember your cute little magazines and the pretty pictures you
jacked off to? You thought it was fun to see a girl to suck a man’s
dick, didn’t you? You thought it would be sexy to see her swallow your
cum, hmmm? Well, I want you to know what it’s like. Is it as fun as you
thought it would be? Hmm? Isn’t it just the best thing ever?”
I shook, then nodded my head. I would have pretty much agreed to anything if only to get my breath back.
“Good. Now that we understand one another, I want you to open your
mouth, that’s it, wide open. Good boy. Now, have another taste of your
own medicine.”
I did as I was told. Mom scooped up
every bit of semen she could from my belly and chest and she crammed it
into my mouth, forcing me to eat the little clumps and chunks that was
mixed in the slimy solution. She then wiped up the remaining seminal
fluid off my still-tingling penis and she dripped that into my mouth,
one drop at a time, taking her time as if she was playing a game. She
then made me lick her fingers and her hands clean, like I was a hungry
puppy seeking a snack.
“That’s it, pretty boy, lap it
all up. Yum yum yummy, good for your tummy.” She laughed at her little
joke, just like she did at the dinner table or when we were watching
television. It felt funny to see her act so weird, but I didn’t say a
word; I couldn’t if I wanted, not with my mouth full of cum and my
mother’s sticky, stinky fingers.
“Such a good boy.
Eat it up, sweetie. Eat it all up. Mommy’s pretty little boy just loves
eating cum. Just like the pretty girls in his daddy’s dirty magazines.
Um-hmmm … Mommy’s pretty little cum-sucking boy ….”
This was the weirdest thing that could ever happen to me. I felt as if
I was in a dream … a nightmare where everything was turned upside down.
I was so bewildered, so in shock, I couldn’t decide if I was supposed
to cry or laugh. I remember my eyes burning with salty tears and my
nose running. I couldn’t tell if that was snot that coated my lips or
semen; either way I felt sick to my stomach.
Before
letting me get up Mom insisted on masturbating me off twice more, going
through the process the same as before, squirting her hands with
lotion, caressing and teasing my weary penis to erection and bringing
me to two more earthshattering orgasms that curled my toes and took
away my breath. And each time she made me eat every bit of what came
out of my penis, handfuls of the stuff, down to the final funky, slimy
chunk and the very last drop of sticky mucous. The final spurt didn’t
produce much, thank goodness, but that didn’t matter; what I didn’t
suck from my mom’s fingers she smeared over my cheeks and up my nose
and she even got some in my eyes and eyelashes.
Yuck! I thought that was the worst stuff I'd ever tasted in my young life!
“Come on, lick it up, sweetie … do it for Mommy,” she sang in a
mocking, annoying voice. “That’s Mommy’s good little boy … drink it all
up! Yum yum yummy, good for your tummy!”
I didn’t
like the taste of my semen or the sensation of it in my mouth, all over
my teeth and tongue. And the idea that I was sucking the stuff from my
mom’s fingers like an overgrown baby didn’t make matters any more
palatable; it was humiliating as heck! But by the time we were done it
didn’t matter. I was a mess, both physically and mentally, and my fate
was sealed. The only thing needed was my mother’s final endorsement.
“So, wasn’t that fun?” Mom stood over me with a victorious grin on her face. “Hmmm? Didn’t that feel so good?”
My face burned red hot and my loins trembled. I was so mixed up I
didn’t know what to think, but I decided to go with the flow and nod my
head.
“Yes ma’am. It … it felt … really good.”
Mom laughed. “That’s right! It felt really good, didn’t it? Billy got
what he wanted and Mommy got what she wanted and everybody’s happy,
hmmm?”
I nodded again. I think I even smiled.
“So maybe next time you feel the need to jack off you’ll think twice.
And maybe you’ll have more respect for those poor girls in those nasty
magazines you found.”
“Yes Mommy,” I whispered weakly. “I … I … I’m sorry.”
My mother leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re a good
boy, Billy. You are just a little misguided, that’s all. But we’re on
the right track, don’t you think? Just don’t let that thing between
your legs ruin your life.”
I remember sitting up and
feeling the dried cum stuck to my face, my lips, cheeks, nose and chin;
even after my bath the musky smell lingered about my nose and mouth for
the rest of the day and I could have sworn I was burping the stuff. Mom
giggled when I told her this.
“Mom, that stuff is nasty!” I complained. “Ew, yuck!”
“You may as well get used to it, sweetie,” cooed my mother. “It’s the
price you pay if you want to feel good, okay? From now on whenever you
want to jack off, you have suck it all up, just like those pretty girls
in your dirty magazines.”
After regaining my bearings
I got up and stood awkwardly before my mother’s self-satisfied gaze.
She gave me a careful hug – “Watch out, I don’t want that nasty stuff
on my clothes!” she insisted – and sent me to take a bath.
“Come downstairs when you’re done. And don’t bother putting on any
clothes. You’re going to spend the rest of the day in your birthday
suit.”
“I gotta go naked? For the whole day? But why?”
“Silly boy, so I can check to see if you need jacking off, of course! I
know how nasty little boys are. The minute my back is turned you’re
going to do the opposite of what you’ve been told. If you’re not
wearing pants I can see your little wiener sticking up and nip it in
the bud. Now get going before I change my mind and get your father’s
belt!”
Mom reached down to give my bare butt a smack,
sending me squealing out of the room. As I skipped barefoot toward my
bath and an uncertain fate I could hear her give a haughty, wicked
laugh, more like a perverted, ill-behaved older sister than the mom I
once knew.
To be continued ….