Boys Will Be Boys

The rest of the evening was uneventful, as we talked about this and that. We ate dinner, mom not saying another word about me squirting cum on the hard wood floors. After dinner I excused myself and went to bed. Lying there in bed I found myself thrilled by the events in my life. However, tomorrow is the test, for I would have to resist masturbating out in the real world when I go school.



I was awoken by the harsh beeps of my alarm clock. Tapping the button the silenced that infernal beast I rolled out of bed. Morning wood pushed through my pajama bottoms, but I was too busy preparing for the day. It was seven o'clock and class started at nine. I drifted into the hallway bathroom, and lurched into the shower. The warm water covered me like a curtain, and began to clean myself. My morning erection had not gone away, and was flying at full mast bobbing about with my washing. My morning wood unlike most was particularly distracting as I had quite of bit of pressure backed up from the night before.

This was usually the most important jack off of the day. Kind of like the first meal of the day. It set the standard for appetite. You eat in the morning your less hungry around lunch. You skip breakfast you are ravenous around lunch. Same principle was in play about my masturbation.

I started going at it using the soap I had a lubricant, massaging my dick and all its swollen glory. Then it hit me, how my life had changed the day before. Mom would clean up my spunk if I was around her. The realization turned me on. I could get out and drop a load next to her, however I was already in pretty good stroking so I continued on in the shower. Eventually I lost it and I came releasing my seed. Heavy breath stuck to the inside of my lungs. Steading myself kicked the sticky clumps of jizz that solidified with the contact with water. Taking a minute I just let the warm water cover me as I caught my breath.

Exiting the shower I promptly got dressed in light clothes and headed downstairs, drawn by the smells of cooking breakfast. Mom stood over the stove working with speed and precision. She was usually awake before I was. She was meticulously dressed, perfumed, and wearing just the right amount of makeup to enhance her features.

I was momentarily startled by her short blond hair. Forgetting she had cut it yesterday, I was struck by that being the smallest change to our life style. Just seeing Mom made me horny. I was still too fatigued from my last session in the shower, so I simply absorbed the sights before me, and let my eyes dance over her back.

"Hay mom," I said steeping in the kitchen. "What are you cooking?"

"Mushroom and ham omelets," She said. "How does that sound," She smiled back at me.

"Sounds great, anything I can help with?" I said moving up behind her. That musky scent of her perfume subtly tantalized by sense. I was probably too close to her.

"You can clean the pans when I'm done," She said turning back to her cooking. "Unless you need to do something other activity that I would have to clean up," The implication of what she was saying struck me dizzy. She said she wouldn't try to stop my carvings. I never expected her to encourage me. I leaned in next to her ear.

"I already took care of myself in the shower," I whispered, taking a deep breath of her scent. "So I think I will do the dishes," She slid the first of the two omelets on plate.

"Well you better eat this first. I want you fed and the dishes sparkling before you leave for class," Taking the breakfast I sat down and started eating breakfast at slow pace. After all breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Soon enough Mom had finished her own dish and sat right next to me at the kitchen table. "So, you have already cum once today. Will that be enough to keep you from temptations?"

"Hmm?" I swallowed the morsel in my mouth. "I hadn't thought about it. I mean I should be able to resist."

"Should is no guarantee, I need a definitive answer on this," She said the calmness making the conversation that much stranger.

"I guess I won't, I'll try to think about baseball or something."

"Good, that is much more reassuring. However this is an honor system. You don't get the benefits of rules two and three if you don't hold up your end of the bargain," Wiping away a spec of food she stared at me with all seriousness. "You must be truthful. After all there is no way that verify it on my part."

"Don't worry," I replied matching her intensity. "After all if I lied that would mean I was taking advantage of your generosity."

"Well that good to here." She smiled.



The heat was killer in the class room. The college was renovating the air duct system, so all the tiny windows where open, and everyone was stripping down to the bare minimum of societies standards. This meant a lot of girls wearing spaghetti strap shirts, short shorts, and thin skirts. I didn't know where to look. So I didn't look any wear I just kept my nose in my notebook.

For the first two hours I was fine, but my eyes began to inevitably wonder. I followed the tan lines on the back of the girl in front of me. She must have been on the swim team as the tan lines made a very distinctive imprint on her skin. I caught myself staring and hopped I was the only one to do so. I didn't want to start throwing off that creeper vibe. I looked back at my notes as they just blended together.

I pictured my class mate in her swim wear her long black hair tied back. The wet swim suit clinging to her skin making it chill. Her nipples hardening making a pleasing convex on her round tits. She would laugh and dive in the pool, where I would dive in after her naked. Racing around the water she would let me catch her and we would begin to make out. My hands invading the insides of that suit, as our tongues met and I pinched those hard nipples. I looked at watch. Five minutes had gone by.

Shit I wasn't going to make it to the end of the period let alone the end of the day. I unobtrusively left for the restroom during the middle of the lecturer. Walking briskly but not noticeably to the restroom, finding the nearest stall I pulled my pants down and immediately started jacking off. Once again I was imagining that swimmer girl. I had pulled down her straps and began necking with abandon. Slipping between her legs, I brushed aside the fabric of the suit that separated me from her slippery inner walls. My place of imaginary release.

The opening of the restroom door shook me violently out of my fantasy. I immediately froze. Just listening to the other guy do his business. It got me thinking. Here I was sitting in a dirty stall, trying to get off to one of the girls in my class. My higher brain was in rare form, as my lower head rarely lets such thoughts not regarding sex enter it.

Mom said, if I could hold it I would get the benefits of rules two and three. As I proved last night, she would clean up even the messiest of spills. She also said that this was an honor system and there would be no way she would be able to find out if I broke my promise by jerking off outside. The other guy left, leaving me with my dick in my fist. Yes I could continue jacking off, and I could also lie to her about not doing so and getting all the benefits. This time my higher brain won. I decided that not only would I not lie, but I would wait till I got home. I'll just pay extra attention to the lecture. For all three classes today.

Getting back I immediately zoned in and began to work in earnest. It didn't help much, it helped a little I guess, despite flashes of tits, and asses in my brain.



Home. Finally. Turning into the drive way I half ran inside. Slamming the door shut, I pulled down my pants and immediately started jerking off. I made it. I actually made it. The consequence for my temperance was a swollen dick and blue balls. I was backed up something fierce as my usual routine of masturbating at school at least twice was interrupted. As I jacked off I just thought of tits bouncing and hips swaying. There was no face attached to these images that ran through my mind, that is until my mother came down stairs wearing a grey blouse and skirt that left a tantalizing amount to the imagination.

"Oh," She said seeing me leaning against the door. "So how was your day? I am guessing it was difficult?" I nodded. "Well at least get to the couch," She said walking out into the living room and out of my sight. Denied a female body to look at I followed her. She sat on the couch and picked up a magazine. Moving closer to her I saw that it was porn magazine. I didn't even know they still made those. "If you're so intent on release maybe this will help," She said handing it to me.

I grabbed it and sat down next to her. Opening to random page. The magazine itself was surprising, but then she pushed a box of tissues and a bottle of lotion over to me across the table. The back of my mind realized the boundaries between me and my mother where dissolving. She was definitely encouraging me. To jerk off in the public areas of our home. "I decided to pick up some supplies while I was out, the lotion and tissues where easy. I had to go to a specialty shop for that magazine. The man behind the counter didn't even bat an eye. Must be the age we live in," I quickly grabbed a tissue as I felt the need for release was coming. Grunting, I managed to catch the sticky ropes making a mess in my hand. The Jizz shot through the thin tissue, making my hand slimy with cum in the process. Three, four, five, six shots later I was toast.

"I'm done," I said sticking out cum covered hand with the tissue in it. "Rule number three you have to clean up after me."

"I remember the rules," With that she took the tissue in her hand, and was about to walk off.

"Wait, you forgot the rest of the mess on my hand," She turned around, looking down at my hand which was smeared with my seed. She leaned down giving me a great view of her cleavage while she cleaned off the remaining jizz.

"You could have just washed your hands," She said wiping up the sticky mess. When she was done she had a large ball of tissues in her hand. "Looks like I will need to get the extra thick tissues," She walked away no doubt to the kitchen to throw away the sticky mess. I was still half hard and looked over at the lotion. I was feeling a little chaffed so I began to apply the lotion directly on my penis. It felt great, then it started feeling really great.

"Oh my, again?" I heard my mom say as she came back in. "But the last time was so soon."

"Just applying some lotion," I said looking back at her. "So, how was your day?"

"Pretty uneventful really. That is until you walked in. Judging by how you had to rush inside to relive yourself I assume you held your end of the bargain?"

"Yeah, I almost didn't make it."

"Well I'm glad you did, what did you do to keep your pants on?" She asked, leaning down to adjust a slipper, my eyes followed her long nylon covered legs.

"Well, I just didn't look up from my notebook. I didn't think I have ever taken so many notes before."

"Well that good," She smiled at me. "So what does that make, only twice today?"

"Yeah, that second one though, I mean wow! I haven't felt that good masturbating in quite a while."

"See what a little restraint will get you, not that you need to here," She stood up, "Well I just wanted to cheek on you, I was doing some business in the office that should keep me busy for the rest of the day. If you need me you know where to find me."

"Alright. I guess get some work done."

"Alright, and remember, rule number two allows you to take care of your business wherever and however you wish," She said smiles before walking off. I just watched the sway of her ass as she traversed the stairs up to her office. I put my pants on and went to the kitchen table and got working on the day's homework.



About an hour later I felt the old stirring in the loins. Figuring it was time for a break I got up and went back into the living room and looked at the magazine my mother had gotten me. It was pretty good magazine, it showed beautiful women in their own right, yet where most definitely doctored by photo shop. I looked at the tissue, realizing I could just rub one out, right here. However I had gotten used to rule number three. Paging through found page where one of my sticky robes at landed on one pages. Must have got through somehow with that tissue being so thin. I had an idea. The model with the splotchy wrinkle where cum had landed was very erotic. I then looked back at those thin tissue had an idea. It was probably a wrong idea. However I realize could probably get away with just about anything. Grabbing the tissue box I headed upstairs to where mom was. Taking off my pants I left them on my bed before entering her office. She was working on her computer working spreadsheets, and finical matters no doubt having to do with her frequent house sales. Walking up behind her and placing the tissue box at my feet, I just watched her work for a moment.

"Hi Michel," She said not looking up from her work. "Do you need anything?"

"Yeah" I said reaching over her shoulder, and putting my hand on her own. "I need to use your computer." She looked back at me.

"Can it wait, I'm right in the middle of some very important work." She said turning back to the screen.

"I bet, but I need it so I can make use of rule number two."

"Oh," Said quietly. "Can't you use that magazine I bought you?"

"I can," I said moving her hand with the mouse, and opening up and Internet page. "What I really want to do is look up some really sexy models in lingerie. It's a different kind of experience then just looking at nude models."

"Then I guess I'll get out of your way," She said attempting to stand up. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back into her seat.

"I'm sorry mom, but you're an important part to this process." I was still holding shoulder, and rubbing them slightly.

"Not really, I'm only really important for the last part," Nervously laughter creeping in voice. "You, really don't need me here look up porn."

"It's not porn mom, they're models. You see the mouse is right handed, and jerking with the left hand isn't as satisfying or as quick. So every time I want to change the picture I have to stop the process and pick a new one," I leaned next to her ear, her perfume filling my nose. "I need you to change the pictures for me."

"What?" she said turning to look at me "I don't think I should, I mean it can't be that time consuming."

"Yeah, but this falls under the jurisdiction of rule number two. I believe the phrase was whenever, wherever, and however I want. I want you to change pictures while I jerk off myself off behind you."

"I didn't expect to be an active participant in your sessions. I mean my brothers," she stopped and cleared her throat and with it the panic that was coming with it. "Let's just say there was a similar situation with them and they never had me do anything like that."

"Interesting," I told to her. I then reached over her, and started typing a well know website that had all the best lingerie for women. "But I'm not your brothers, and I'm making an awfully big sacrifice with the current restriction of not masturbating outside of the house. I was accustomed to a certain level of consistency. The benefits of rules two and three should out way the sacrifice. Don't you agree?"

"I mean, I guess," She stammered a little. "In theory anyway."

"Great, then pick on that blond nightie, and stockings," I said rubbing her shoulders. Slowly, mom grabbed mouse again and moved the cursor over the image of the blond in question. Enlarging the image I got a great view of the beautiful women legs. I was nursing a rather thick boner all through the conversation I began to fondle myself. I still kept a hand on her should as I looked at the images of beautiful women.

"What do you think of that one mom?" I would ask, she would say it was nice or not. She was uncomfortable with the situation. I could tell. It was her passivity that turned me on more than the pictures on that glowing screen. If she really didn't want this would simple get up and leave. That's not to say she is enjoying this, but she is enduring the situation. I was curious to see just how far I could go, while at the same time not going too far. I leaned over and began to kiss her head, as I pleasured myself. At first she said nothing, she just kept enlarging the pictures I pointed out. Slowly I moved down and began to kiss her neck.

"Michel, are you almost done?" She asked, wiggling away from my kisses that kept gracing her neck. I grunted in the negative as I kept kissing her. These where definitely not mother son pecks, these growing more and more sexual. Mom had stopped clicking on pictures altogether. This won't work I thought to myself.

"Mom type in this address," She did, she didn't know this but it was really a video link to a sight that did strip shows. Picking a girl at random, I held mom's neck in my left hand stroking that smooth skin. The video came on, the show began, I ignored it but I made sure mom was watching it. I began licking her neck, and heard mom draw in a sharp intake of breath. She had been breathing heavily, steadily getting deeper and deeper. I looked at the monitor and caught Mom's reflection in it. Her eyes where transfixed on the screen. I could see my hand on her neck as I licked and kissed it. I probably could have reached down and groped her breast but I think we were both a little overwhelmed. I began to suck on her neck, as my pace quicken on my cock. Several minutes had past and the strip tease on the monitor was at its climax. I was not far behind, I reached down and grabbed a tissue and stepped back from mom. Grunting I took that thin tissue that was too frail to stop my jizz and aimed for the back of moms head at her hair.

My release met the thin tissue and passed right past it. Hot ropes of cum landing right in my mother's hair, the first shot stunned her, then she was hit again by the second, and the third she out of the way cum landing all over her cloth chair. All the rest of it landed on her chair and on the carpet floor. I just basked in the post ejaculate ecstasy. Looking down at mom is saw that she looked furious. I had definitely crossed some pretty major line with this masturbation session. I saw that a bit of my jizz had landed on her quite expensive blouse. She turned off the video and then stood up to face me.

"I am going to take a shower. Then I am going to come down stairs where we will sit at the table and discuss why what you did was out of line. Is that clear," She said with barley contained fury yet still having the decorum of not shouting. She turned around to leave the room when I spoke up.

"Mom, wait a moment," I said as she turned back to me.

"If you want to explain yourself you will have to wait."

"It's not that," I said holding up the sticky tissue paper I had shot my semen through. "You forgot about rule number three. You need to take this." She stood there a moment before taking the tissue.

"Just wait down stairs."



End of part 1