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My Mom, My Coach
by Cumfreak1952 (cumfreak1952@live.com)

***

A single mother encourages him to masturbate with her 
instructions and permission. She likes to watch. (Fm, 
ped, voy, inc, mast) 

***

Tuesday morning I woke up knowing I had to go to 
school. It was just like any other school day morning, 
get up, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, run out 
front of the house and wait for the bus. Being in the 
8th grade, I have done this so many times in the past 
it is a normal routine. I don't mind because actually 
I like going to school. The only thing I really I'm 
uncomfortable with is some of the guys I go to school 
with. They say things I don't understand and sometimes 
they ask me questions about something I have no idea 
what they are talking about. Because of this, I might 
not answer their questions correctly resulting with 
them laughing at what I had to say and then make fun 
of me.

This has been going on for some time. I sometimes 
wonder if it is all in fun or if they are doing this 
to either make me mad or embarrass me. There has been 
times I wish Dad was home so I can ask him some 
questions about some of the different things they say, 
but, Mom told me not too long ago that even though Dad 
was a nice guy, he had a bad drinking habit coming 
home late from the bar and quite drunk and abusive 
towards her. She said he never hit or slapped her, 
but, there are other forms of abuse. I guess I was too 
young to recognize any of this and now I am glad. I 
have good memories of Dad but still no dad to talk to. 
Mom divorced him and has no current boyfriends I know 
of I can talk to.

This doesn't happen every day at school. It seems it 
goes in streaks. Sometimes they don't say or ask me 
things like I am referring to for a month or more and 
sometimes it seems as if they never let up on me for 
week long periods or more, making me wonder if it is 
ever going to end.

Mom is not stupid. There has been times I dreaded 
coming home from school because she would know 
something happened and she would ask me about it. So I 
wouldn't alarm her with what is going on, I normally 
told her the teacher was talking about something I 
didn't understand and that I need to read about what 
he had to say or spend some time on the computer in 
hopes I would understand what they said better. This 
would normally pacify her and stop her from asking 
trying to pry into what is bothering me.

Like I said earlier, there were times everything would 
go good for long periods of times and then there would 
be times it was relentless, never ending it seemed. 
Well, things have been going good for some time and no 
problems. Today was the end of that as they started 
their normal crap, asking me questions I didn't know 
what they meant, hearing tings I didn't understand.

Wednesday and Thursday was the same thing. I've tried 
to tell them I don't understand what they are asking 
and what was so funny only to cause them to laugh all 
the harder.

Friday was horrible. I couldn't wait to get home from 
school so I can have a couple of days away from their 
stupid antics hoping Monday will be better. Yesterday, 
Thursday, Mom asked me if there was something wrong 
because I haven't been coming home in my normal good 
natured way acting as if there was something on my 
mind. Mom is really a neat lady but I didn't want to 
worry her by telling her what is going on. She already 
has enough things on her mind so I knew she didn't 
need anything more.

Saturday morning I woke up and went to our computer. I 
looked up things they were asking about by entering 
terminologies the other kids used such as jacking off, 
cock sucking, eating pussy, fucking, screwing, and so 
many other things they referred to into the search 
engine. Strangely enough, a lot of things that did 
come up didn't seem to have any bearing on what they 
were talking about or didn't make sense to me.

I sat at the computer for well over an hour before 
becoming frustrated enough I cleared out of the 
computer leaving it turned on for Mom in case she 
wanted to use it. I called a friend of mine down the 
street a few houses away asking him what he was going 
to do today. He said he didn't know, maybe stay home 
and watch some college football. I know he likes to 
watch football, so this didn't surprise me. It seemed 
better than staying home thinking about the last 
several days in school and the bullshit I went 
through, so I asked him if he would mind if I came 
over and watched the games with him. He said that 
would be fine with him and he will make some popcorn 
for us to snack on. I informed Mom I was going to 
Paul's house to watch some games. She knows I go there 
from time to time and already has his phone number if 
she needed to get in contact with me for whatever 
reason.

I was at Paul's house nearly two hours when the phone 
rang. Paul's dad said I had a phone call. I left 
Paul's bedroom where we were watching a good football 
game and made my way to the phone.

"Hi, Mom," I said. 

"Paul, I am going to go shopping. Do you have the 
house key on you?" she asked.

"Yes, I do."

"Good. I don't know how long I am going to be gone. 
Shouldn't be too long. I will have my cell phone with 
me so if you need anything or need to call me, you can 
call me."

"Ok, Mom, thanks," I said before hanging up the phone. 
"Thanks Mr. James," I offered Paul's dad before 
returning to Paul's room.

"What's up?" Paul asked.

"Nothing. Mom said she is going shopping and will be 
home in a while and was making sure I had a key to the 
house."

We turned our attention to the football game at this 
time.

Once the game was finished, I went home. Mom was 
already home when I got home so when I went inside the 
house, I just went back to my room. I went through all 
the channels on the TV not finding anything 
interesting to watch, so I turned off the TV and 
turned on the radio. I was laid back on my bed with my 
hands behind my head listening to the music coming 
over the radio thinking about all the bullshit this 
week at school.

An hour or so after I turned on the radio, Mom opened 
the door and walked up to me. She sat on the edge of 
the bed asking me, "Paul, is something bothering you?"

"No," I replied immediately wondering how she knew and 
hoped it would ease her mind.

"Ok. I was wondering. We haven't talked too much 
lately and I was wondering. Just so you will know, 
should something come up and you want to talk to me, 
and I don't care what it is, you know you can always 
talk to me," she offered just before she stood up and 
left my room, closing the door behind her.

I knew Mom would sense I had a problem. I often 
wondered how moms know when one of their kids have 
things on their minds.

At 5:30 Mom opened my door announcing dinner is ready. 
I got up and turned off the radio and followed her to 
the kitchen. We sat at the table to eat a nice dinner, 
steak, potatoes, string beans, and a salad.

Mom is like I said, a nice looking lady having brown 
shoulder length somewhat wavy hair, possibly just a 
few pounds overweight, average height, and maybe a 
little smaller than average size boobs. Once we 
finished dinner, I helped her clean up the kitchen and 
the dishes before she invited me to watch TV with her. 
I always enjoyed sitting with Mom and I guess I was 
somewhat unfair to her by staying in my room once I 
came home from Paul's house.

We sat together on the sofa like we always do, 
generally side by side with me leaning on her like as 
if she is a huge full sized pillow to lean on. We are 
actually very close in our relationship.

Instead of turning on the TV, Mom said, "Kenny, I have 
something I want to talk to you about."

The first thing went through my mind was, "Oh! Oh! 
What did I do wrong?"

"Kenny, this morning after you went to Paul's house, I 
went to the computer to do some things like chatting 
with some friends of mine. I accidentally hit the 
search history icon where I saw you searched some 
rather interesting subjects."

"Subjects like what?" I asked knowing I had taken the 
time to remove them from the history list.

"Well, this is a bit embarrassing for me but words 
like jacking off and things of that nature. Let me ask 
you," she said pausing momentarily while gathering her 
thoughts, "Do you know what that means?"

"No. I hear some of the kids at school mentioning 
things like that so I decided it would be best if I 
looked it up on the computer. Frankly, Mom, the way 
things are said on the internet is actually more 
confusing to me than what I was before I looked it up. 
Just exactly what does it mean?"

"I promise I will answer your question but first I 
want to ask what prompted you to search these things? 
Are the kids at school saying these things to you?"

I felt ashamed of myself for not taking the time to be 
sure the history was deleted. Looking down towards my 
knees while hanging my head forward, I tried to answer 
her question for I knew at the time she really cares 
for me and wouldn't ask if she didn't care. I tried a 
couple of times to say YES, but, I couldn't so to 
answer her question I just nodded my head.

"I sort of thought so," she said with a soothing 
understanding tone of voice. "So you want to know what 
jacking off is, right?"

I nodded my head again.

"Well, first of all, I don't like using that term, so 
from now on we will refer to it as masturbation. Do 
you know what masturbation is?"

I sort of thought I did, something a boy does to his 
penis. I just shook my head sideways to answer her 
question. 

"Well, why don't I start at the very beginning. I can 
tell you what it is without telling yo why and that 
wouldn't help you at all.

"A boy, or young man in your case, starting at your 
age, sometimes younger and sometimes older, frequently 
gets erections, sometimes for no reason at all. It is 
most likely in response to something you see or hear. 
It can be anything, depending whatever it is that 
excites you such as looking up a girl's or woman's 
dress or skirt, seeing a female in her underwear, her 
boobs, her butt; see what I mean about being 
anything?"

Nodding my head I did, which was true thinking of 
Nancy in school always wearing a short dress or skirt 
like Mom said allowing me to see her panty.

"Well, a young man gets sexually excited which results 
with his penis getting hard, or erect. The one 
terminology you searched was a hard on. A hard on is a 
terminology used as a slang term which we won't use 
any more meaning an erection, and from now on that is 
what we are going to call a hard on, an erection. 
Okay?" she asked.

Not only did I understand what she was telling me I 
was also impressed with the way she was telling me 
these things. She should have been a school teacher, 
so I nodded my head.

"When you get excited enough to become erect, you more 
than likely noticed certain changes within yourself 
such as how you feel, the need for a certain release 
without knowing what it is, and making you wonder what 
you can do to get rid of these noticed changes, is 
that correct?" she asked.

I couldn't believe this, with her being a woman and 
knowing how I feel at these times. "Yes," I said. 
"Why's that? I mean a year or two ago I hardly ever 
got excited and the last year or so it seems like 
every time I turn around, just like you said, I see 
something and all of a sudden I get hard... I mean 
erect... And I know there is something I need to do 
and yet I have no idea what I need to do to get the 
release from these feelings. Mom, let me ask you this: 
How do you know so much about how I feel at times like 
this?"

"Just because I am a woman that doesn't mean I don't 
have the same feelings as what you are beginning to 
have. It is only normal. When you, or I as well, see 
something exciting to us in this regard, it causes 
certain hormones to be released into our systems 
causing us to have these certain sexual ambitions, or 
drive."

"What do you do when you get this way?" I asked.

"Well, first of all, there are some major differences 
between men and women. The differences is our anatomy. 
You have a penis where I have a vagina. Do you know 
what a vagina is?"

"Not really."

"Well, we won't get too involved with the female body 
at the present time. I have something that will answer 
some questions for you which I will give you later, so 
let's keep our attention focused on the man's body and 
the things you are going through for right now, okay?"

"Okay. Before we get too carried away in this 
conversation, I want you to know how much I appreciate 
you taking the time to explain these things to me. I 
hope you didn't get mad at me when you accidentally 
hit the history icon."

Smiling at me and patting my hand as a form a 
reassurance, she said, "No. I didn't get mad at all. 
It is just the fact you are growing up and your dad 
isn't here to talk to you about these things. Since 
you and I can talk about anything and everything at 
any given time, I thought we would spend some time 
this evening having this conversation. It appears to 
me you are getting comfortable talking to me now, is 
this correct?"

"Yes. Actually, you are telling me these things like a 
school teacher, doing a good job."

"Thanks, Kenny. Now, to get back to our conversation. 
When you get all excited, normally you would seek a 
girl to have sex with her to relieve the sexual urges 
you are experiencing, and if you don't have a 
girlfriend, then you masturbate."

"Masturbation is something people do to themselves to 
achieve their release from their sexual urges. In your 
case, you would have an erection. Normally I would 
expect you to come home from school, we'll say for 
instance, go to your room, or the bathroom, lower your 
pants to expose your erection and put your hand around 
it and then while thinking of what it was that excited 
you, you would move your hand up and down while 
exerting a grip on your penis that you like. 

"You can start slow or fast, whatever you like, and 
you keep this going until you feel a huge sense of 
relief and you will feel something like you need to 
pee. At this time you will shoot white fluids out of 
the tip of your penis through the same hole you pee 
from. These fluids is your semen, your sperm. 

"Some people call it cumming when you experience these 
beautiful sensations. We won't use that term, so from 
now on we'll call it an orgasm, which is what it is. 
The proper term for the shooting of the fluids out of 
your penis is really called ejaculating which is a 
direct result of you achieving an orgasm.

"The purpose of ejaculation is to inject a woman's 
body with your sperm to make her pregnant," Mom 
elaborated.

"Okay, now some of those things you said are the same 
thing, some of the guys at school were saying to me, 
or joking about, or something like that. Now I am 
beginning to understand why it is they would laugh at 
me if they asked me a question and not knowing what 
they were referring to, I can see now I was giving an 
answer way off track because I didn't know."

"I'll be right back. I went shopping today to get you 
some things I think will help you and to help me 
explain things to you. Wait for me here and I'll go 
get them for you," Mom instructed me. 

With that Mom left me in the living room making her 
way to her bedroom. Nearly instantly she came back 
with a box about the same size as what would be used 
to have a pair of shoes in it, and a towel. Setting 
the box on the coffee table, she had me stand up. Once 
I did, she spread the towel out flat underneath me 
where I was sitting. I was about to sit back down on 
the towel when Mom surprised me by saying, "Kenny, 
before you sit down, I am going to ask you to do 
something for me, something you may not be comfortable 
with, but, let's give it a try anyway, okay?"

"Okay."

"I want you to remove all your clothes, I mean 
everything, even your underwear. Don't worry about 
embarrassing me for this is entirely in an effort to 
educate you on these subjects."
 
WOW! I can't believe what Mom just told me what she 
did. This really shocked me she would ask something 
like that of me. You want to talk about being 
completely uncomfortable, the idea of stripping and 
exposing myself to her was the last thing I would 
expect to hear her ask of me. "Are you sure, Mom, you 
want me to remove everything, and I mean everything, 
right here in front of you?"

"Yes, please. I can only guess how uncomfortable you 
are going to feel, and I can't say that I blame you, 
just do it and you'll see why I am asking you to do 
this very soon, believe me," she replied.

Since she said it that way, I started removing my 
clothes. I didn't have any problem removing all my 
clothes until I got to my underwear. Looking into 
Mom's eyes to be sure with my thumbs inside the waist 
band of my jockey shorts, Mom nodded her head as to 
confirm what she asked of me. I turned to face away 
from her as I lowered my shorts and stepped out of 
them resulting with me totally nude in front of her. 
"Have a seat now," she said.

As I was sitting down on the towel, Mom reached out 
for the box she brought out from her bedroom. She put 
the box in her lap and opened the top of the box. She 
removed a tube of clear liquid in it she put on her 
left side, opposite from me since I was sitting on her 
right side, and then she removed a magazine. She put 
the box down on the floor next to her feet. 

Leaning in my direction, I noticed she looked at my 
crotch, seeing my soft penis. She opened the magazine 
and then held it so the both of us can look at it. 
This magazine had photos of women with different types 
of clothes on, everything to micro bikinis to formal 
dresses. Together we looked at the different photos 
while she held the magazine far enough out allowing 
her to look at my penis. I had no idea why she would 
want to look at my penis so much. 

When we got to the section concentrating with photos 
of women in very small bikinis, I instantly got erect. 
Not as much as I get sometimes but more so than I am 
sometimes as well. "I see you like the bikini photos. 
It's only normal. Let me get another magazine."

She laid the first magazine on the coffee table then 
reached down into the box to come out with another 
magazine in her hand. Now these photos showed women 
with bare boobs and sexy underwear. Now I am getting 
so hard, or erect, I was somewhat uncomfortable.

"What is it about these photos that excites you so 
much? Is it the skin you are seeing or could it be the 
idea of seeing something you haven't seen before?" she 
asked nicely.

"I think both, Mom. So you will know I am getting that 
feeling we talked about earlier, the need for... What 
did you call it, a release?"

"Yes. Is that what you want to do now, get that 
release?" she asked.

"Yes, please. I feel so strong about this need I feel 
funny and I mean really funny."

"Okay. I am going to have you do something now that is 
new to you, just like sitting here nude in front of 
me. You seem to become somewhat comfortable sitting 
here nude, so let's go one step further," she said as 
she reached along her left side to retrieve the tube 
of clear liquid in it.

"I want you to scoot your butt forward so your butt is 
barely on the cushion." Once I did as she asked, she 
had me hold out my right hand. Why the right hand, I 
don't know unless she knows I am right handed. She 
squirted some clear liquid in my hand and then said, 
"Now, put that oil over the top of your penis, and be 
sure to rub it all the way down to the base of it. If 
you need more, let me know and I'll give you more. 
This is a lubricant."

I held out my hand and she squirted more lube into my 
hand. "Make sure it is really slippery, especially the 
top of it. You can't use too much oil, okay?"

Seeing I was as lubricated as I was going to get, Mom 
leaned back towards me again, this time with another 
magazine showing me photos of women completely nude, 
and close up photos of their crotches. Although I 
didn't understand the up and down slit between their 
legs, I felt I knew it had something to do with my 
penis. I noticed now I was so erect I was dripping 
some clear liquid out of the tip of my penis.

"Before I tell you what I want you to do next, let me 
ask you this. Do you feel like there is something you 
want to do to yourself if I wasn't sitting here with 
you?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," I replied.

"Okay. Don't tell me what it is, just go ahead and do 
it."

I reached down with my oiled right hand and rubbed the 
tip of my erection. Not only looking at the photos 
excite me, but doing this in front of my mom is 
exciting me as well, causing sensations I never felt 
before.

I rubbed the tip of my erection with circular motions. 
I noticed if I tightened my grip it felt better and if 
I tightened my grip even more, it felt even better.

For no known reason, I started to rub my hand up and 
down while maintaining a fairly tight grip on my 
erection.

I did this while looking at the various photos of nude 
women. Mom flipped the pages while I was doing this so 
I can see more of the photos with her next to me as I 
stroked my penis. I was beginning to feel certain 
feelings I couldn't explain and yet I felt confident 
these are the feelings I am supposed to experience. 
Not knowing for sure what to expect, I said, "Mom, I 
am beginning to feel something very different. I feel 
something like I need to pee and yet it doesn't feel 
like the need to pee. Is this normal?"

"Yes, it is the beginnings of your sense of relief, 
release, or sexual satisfaction. Don't stop what you 
are doing. In fact, if you want, you can move up and 
down a little faster if you want, whatever feels good 
to you, after all, you are in the driver's seat you 
know." Hearing this caused me to laugh some.

Next thing I know I am overwhelmed with sensations 
that felt so good there is no way I can ever describe 
them with the deserved intensity for what I felt. I 
felt something thick shooting through the length of my 
penis and then I saw a white liquid, the same white 
liquid Mom must have been talking about earlier, 
shooting all over my chest. Man alive, did I feel 
good. "Don't stop, Kenny, keep doing what you're 
doing. Only stop when you noticed you have had enough 
of stroking. The longer you stroke it, the better you 
will feel."

I kept stroking my penis fairly fast, going up as far 
as I can and then slamming the side of my fist down to 
my lower abdomen, repeating this over and over and 
over until I felt I have had enough of the hand 
action.

For the first time I noticed how fast and how deep I 
was breathing, sweat forming on my forehead, the 
hollow feeling in my pubic region, and how tender my 
balls felt.  "Congratulations, Kenny, you just had 
your first orgasm and you just ejaculated as well for 
the first time. How do you feel?"

"Tired, but, I feel as if I am on a high cloud. I 
can't believe how good I feel right now."

"I bet you feel a sense of satisfaction as well, don't 
you?"

"Yes. I can't believe what you know about a man's 
body, Mom. I mean, you know more about my body than I 
do. You are really an amazing woman, a fantastic 
mother," I said, trying to compliment her as best I 
could.

Mom smiled and hugged me tightly to her before she 
said she will be right back. She came back a minute or 
so later with a wash rag she made wet with very warm 
water. She wiped up the mess I made all over my chest 
and abdomen and finally my right hand. 

"You made quite a mess there. Just sit back and enjoy 
the sensations you are feeling now," she suggested. 

I am glad she said that because I was thinking of 
putting on my underwear to sort of cover myself up. 
The last thing I wanted to do was to take advantage of 
this situation and appear rude to her after everything 
she has done to help me with what I just did, at her 
coaxing me along and teaching me things about my own 
body.

I watched Mom as she removed another magazine from the 
box making me wonder just how many magazines did she 
get for me? The photos in this one were very explicit, 
I mean it showed not only close up photos of exposed 
women's crotches, I mean they were very close up 
allowing me to see literally everything in detail. She 
showed me a photo taking up nearly the entire page. 
"Kenny, so you will know, this is what a woman looks 
like 'down there,' if you know what I mean."

She went on to describe all the various parts of the 
entire vulva as she described it. Not only did I find 
it to be most interesting, I also found it very 
exciting as well. Considering I just had an orgasm a 
few minutes ago I was now becoming hard again. While 
Mom was explaining the things she wanted me to know I 
was becoming, not just hard, but, very excited as 
well. 

Without thinking, my right hand returned to my 
completely hared erection and began to stroke it up 
and down just like I did nearly twenty minutes or so 
ago. I noticed a difference how my hand felt to my 
penis compared to the first time I did this which I 
felt as being exciting. I realized what I was doing 
and quickly stopped so I wouldn't make her mad at me. 
Mom must have noticed what I was doing because once I 
stopped stroking myself, Mom said, "Go ahead, Kenny. 
Do what you need to do," she encouraged me.

I didn't say anything in my excited state of mind. I 
resumed my stroking. This time it took me a little 
while longer before having my second orgasm sitting 
next to Mom, and once again, I made another mess. This 
time I didn't make quite the same mess of myself, but, 
the feelings I had were quite overwhelming causing me 
to tremble and shake as the feelings flood over me 
this time, by far more intense compared to the first 
time.

"Very good, Kenny. I am glad you did that because I 
was thinking of telling you should you feel the need 
to go ahead and do what you did."

I understood what she was saying and yet I barely 
heard her because of the many things I was now feeling 
and how hard I was breathing. As I began to calm down 
to some extent I noticed for the first time how sore 
my right arm was. I nearly jumped when Mom touched me 
with the wash rag to clean up the second mess I made.

Once she put the wash rag in her lap, Mom reached 
around my shoulders giving me the most beautiful 
hugging embrace she could have given me. I easily felt 
her offerings of her care, her understanding, her 
friendship, and most importantly, her love towards me. 
For no known reason I just started crying with my face 
in the front of her right shoulder quickly making her 
blouse wet from my tears. She just held onto me gently 
rubbing my upper back and shoulders. 

A few minutes later I quit my crying, I apologized to 
her for making her blouse so wet and for showing my 
emotions. Nothing was said for a very long time, just 
the two of us sitting there and enjoying this special 
times of our lives.

The next thing I know it is dark inside the house. I 
guess I fell asleep in Mom's arms. I heard Mom 
breathing deep and regular letting me know she is 
sleeping. I thought about removing my arms from around 
her waist then realized if I did this it would most 
likely wake her up which I didn't want to do. The next 
thing I knew it was daylight. I guess I went back to 
sleep.

When I woke up, I was laying on the sofa with a 
blanket over me. I tried to straighten my legs out 
when I felt something rather firm. I raised my head to 
see Mom was just waking up. I guess when my feet 
bumped against her it woke her up. She looked at me 
with her sleepy eyes giving me a big smile. "Morning 
sleepy head," she said.

"Morning, Mom." I then remembered the events leading 
up to this time from last night. "Mom, I want to say 
thank you for last night. I truly hope I didn't offend 
you those two times last night when... "

"Shhhh, Kenny. I don't want to hear anything like that 
from you. You did exactly what I had hoped and wanted 
you to do. That was the whole purpose to teach you 
what you learned and what you did. I know it has to be 
difficult not having a dad to talk to about such 
things, so last night I wanted to be your dad and have 
our 'talk.'"

The strong urge to go to the bathroom was now becoming 
prevalent. I got up from the sofa reaching down for my 
underwear. As I picked them up looking for the front, 
Mom said, "No need for that today. Why don't you just 
stay the way you are." I wasn't going to pass this up, 
I thought.

When I entered the bathroom I was about to close the 
door by habit. Just as I touched the door I decided to 
leave it open. Why? I don't know. I stood in front of 
the toilet and peed for quite a while. Once I 
finished, I returned to the living room when I noticed 
Mom wasn't sitting where she sat all night long. 

I didn't detect her walking past my bathroom when I 
was in there making me think she was in the kitchen. I 
entered the kitchen when I heard the sound of the 
microwave oven tone announcing the timer zeroed out. 
Mom handed me a cup of coffee she warmed up from the 
coffee pot from last night. I then noticed the sound 
of the coffee maker making fresh coffee.

We just sat there next to each other like we always 
do. Without thinking, I placed my left hand on the 
inside of her right leg just above the knee like I 
always do, not meaning anything about it, just a way 
to make contact with her. She always puts her right 
hand on my left leg in the same manner. The only thing 
different this time was I didn't have any pants on and 
sure enough, another erection was slowly forming on 
me. With my newfound sexual freedom, I lowered my 
right hand to my crotch only to begin stroking a full 
life into my reviving and hardening cock.

Mom never removed her hand from my thigh as well as 
not moving her hand up or down on my leg, just letting 
it stay in the same place. She lowered her head to my 
left shoulder to watch my right hand slowly stroke 
myself. "Go ahead, Kenny, finish it if you want."

I was in doubt what I should do. I wanted to have her 
see me shoot my cream and yet I didn't want to cum 
either. I don't want her to think every time I get 
excited I have to cum, so I just stopped my stroking 
with intent of making myself cum and just gently 
rubbed myself just enough to keep me hard. I had a 
sense of feeling this pleased Mom with me not 
finishing by her reactions.

"Do you have anything planned for the day?" Mom asked.

Thinking briefly, I said, "No, not really. I was 
thinking maybe I'd watch the race later this 
afternoon, but, it is not that important to me to need 
to watch it. How about you, do you?" I asked.

"I am like you, nothing I can think of." Pausing for a 
moment she said, "Well, maybe I do. You know last 
night. Some people would think what happened inside 
this house last night would be considered wrong, maybe 
even illegal. So before we go any further with this I 
want you to know how much we need to keep what goes on 
inside this house stays inside this house."

"I know that. What we do is nobody's business other 
than ours to begin with."

"I knew you would understand this without needing to 
be told. Now, about today. Tomorrow is Memorial Day 
and you don't need to go to school as I don't have to 
go to work. What do you say for the rest of this 
weekend, you can do whatever you want, anytime you 
want, wherever you want? Would you like this?" I guess 
she could tell by the look in my face I would like 
this very much.

"The only thing is, I will not touch you sexually 
speaking and I will not expose myself to you in any 
manner other than what I have been doing all your life 
long. If you want to do things in your bedroom, I will 
not go inside there to watch you. If you want me to 
watch, which I will, just sit with me and do it. Is 
this acceptable with you?" she asked.

How can a boy my age with the intense raging hormones 
as what I have ever say no to that most generous 
offer. My answer to her was a face full of smile.

We drank more coffee and talked a variety of subjects. 
Before long it was noon, so Mom made us a couple of 
sandwiches. I went into the living room after eating 
my sandwiches and turned the TV on and found the race 
just as it started. I didn't too much care for this 
race because it was a long enough track the officials 
insisted by NASCAR rules the drivers had to have 
restrictor plates on the air induction system, 
limiting the amount of power in an effort to keep 
their speeds down. All this does is bunch up a bunch 
of very high speed cars literally bumper to bumper. It 
causes major accidents including sometimes half of the 
cars on the track, all this in the name of safety? 
Doesn't NASCAR understand these are professional race 
car drivers and surely they would have enough sense to 
know if they are going too fast for the race track or 
its weather conditions? How can NASCAR feel they have 
the right to drive forty-three cars from one of their 
desks is beyond me.

I just turned the TV back to the race with the volume 
muted. I began to talk to Mom about other things. One 
of the things I wanted to know about if I jack off to 
be called masturbation, I questioned her about women 
and what they call it and what they to for it to be 
called masturbation.

Mom reached down into the box still on the floor where 
it sat all night. She thumbed through the pages until 
she saw the photo she wanted me to look at. She had me 
sit up next to her so she could describe what she 
called "fingering herself." She showed me the clitoris 
in the photo and then described how a woman can rub 
the tip of it lightly or along its sides. "Every now 
and then a woman will insert her finger, sometimes 
more than one finger, inside the hole," which, she 
pointed out to me, "called a vagina. This is where you 
put your penis for sexual intercourse."

Not thinking, I said, "I would love to watch that."

Saying nothing, Mom reached down to the bottom of the 
inside of the box and pulled out a DVD. She opened it 
up and placed the DVD into the player. Hitting the 
PLAY button, instantly I was watching a young woman 
rubbing her vaginal area. I was fortunate enough to 
see how the cameraman zoomed in on her fingertips as 
she rubbed her clitoris as Mom described. What seemed 
forever, she licked her center finger and inserted her 
finger as deep as she could reach inside her vagina. 

Watching this was too much for me. I had a raging 
erection by this time so I stroked myself vigorously 
causing myself to erupt sperm all over me. Mom watched 
every stroke and every spurt. Once I calmed down, I 
went into the bathroom stepping inside the shower long 
enough to rinse off all the sperm off of me. I dried 
off and went back to the "infamous" (lol) sofa.

"I see you liked what you saw. What she showed you is 
exactly what I would do myself if I were to do that. 
Don't ask to watch because that would be wrong on my 
part, but, I do want you to know what a woman does," 
she volunteered for me.

"I promise I won't ask. It is very interesting to 
watch her on the TV though. So that is what is called 
FINGERING HERSELF. I have heard of that, just didn't 
know what they were talking about. I feel like I 
learned a lot since last night, which I thank you for 
that. Thanks Mom."

And Mom was true to her word in all aspects. She never 
did any one time ever show me a tit, or crotch, 
anything like that at all, and NEVER did she allow me 
to watch her masturbate. It wasn't long after this, 
maybe a year or so, I met up with Kelly. Kelly and I 
became good friends which led to us having sex. 
Because of Mom and her teachings and the way she 
coached me to do whatever felt natural to me at the 
time, I felt very confident with my "abilities" when 
it came time for me to please Kelly.

Thanks Mom, for everything.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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