My History with Mom

All persons portrayed in this story are over the age of eighteen.

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When I lived at home, like most young men, I masturbated, a lot. I slept at night in a double bed, in my own room. Usually the door was un-latched. We had a dog that liked to sleep on my bed. Of course being horny as hell and not terribly bright that didn't bother me. My parents kept their door shut so what did I care? My brother was four years older and already off at school.

Dad was overweight and had a raft of health problems. Mom was maybe five foot two, thin with little A cup breasts. I didn't really have an attraction to her other than she was the only female I ever saw that wasn't full dressed. She was very normal but even so I'd see her in panties (the old type, real high, plain) and a bra. Once I caught her walking from the shower to her room naked. She had this nice tuft of blonde pubic hair. I never wanked thinking of her. Back then (the 60's) there was little porn. My dad had some that I found and used. Hell, this was before Playboy started showing pubic hair. I never heard them having sex either. All pretty normal.

I masturbated, sometimes at night, usually in the morning. My particular method was to take off my white cotton briefs and tee shirt and lay on my stomach. Then, basically I fucked the bed. It felt really good to rub my rigid cock into the sheets. I'd buck my hips and fuck the bed hard. I guess it made noise,I never noticed. You know? Nobody said anything. I'd fuck my mattress until I felt that tightness under my balls, that wonderful feeling. Then the surge would begin and I'd rub harder till I felt my hot cum shoot out between my bed and my flat belly. Oh it felt so good to cum. Sometimes I wiped it up but sometimes I didn't.

Well, one warm summer morning I was rubbing my cock on the bed, my firm young ass tenting the sheet as I pulled back when I noticed motion at my door. It wasn't the dog. Oh shit time. My briefs and shirt were strewn on the floor in plain sight. I only had the sheet covering my naked teen body, barely covering my ass actually, and my mother slips into my room, and then shuts the door. She's wearing a light robe, the one she always wears, nylon or something that goes down to around her knees.

I was in full panic mode. I don't know where this comes from but at least back then, you weren't supposed to masturbate, you weren't supposed to sleep naked, etc. Here I was, doing both (and loving it) when I'm caught by my mother. She didn't yell she had much more subtle and insidious ways of correcting our behavior. She had 'a look', that's all it took. Hell I was 40 before it finally stopped working. She very quietly shut and latched the door and silently moved to my bed. She sat on the edge, I was in the middle. I had turned on my side facing her. I couldn't lie on my back. My cock was till hard and with only a sheet it would be obvious, not that it wasn't already. As she sat I felt the tip of my cock hit the small puddle of pre-cum that had collected on the bed. I looked at her. You gotta realize I felt like she'd opened the door to see me flat on my back stroking my cock and shooting cum all over my belly as she looked. I know she heard me before she pushed the door open and I'm pretty sure she saw me humping before I was aware of her presence. Oh well, I'm fucked, no point in trying to lie my way out of it.

Before she sits she reaches down and picks up my briefs. Holding them up she looks at me, then sits down, still holding them, clutching actually. My dick's gone soft now. I'm in for it. The look should be coming any second. No look. Just a smile, a knowing Mom smile.

"You're naked, aren't you?"

I nod. No real point in denying that. It's not so bad.

"Do you sleep like that every night?"

The situation seems much less tense. She doesn't seem to be mad or disappointed, more like curious? I'm confused but feeling better. I relax a little.

"Umm most nights, I guess."

She reaches out and pats me on the shoulder.

"That's okay I don't see anything wrong with that, if you like to. Ummm what were you just doing?"

A wave of relief came over me when she was so cool about me sleeping naked. That evaporated when the question followed. I must have gone totally red with embarrassment. I mean you just don't talk to your Mom about masturbating. We'd had 'the talk'. It was all one sided, she did the talking and I just listened. That was a couple of years ago and masturbation was mentioned but only that it existed. She had voiced no opinion. Well it sure looked like she had one now. I simply didn't know what to say. She quickly sensed that.

"George, were you masturbating?"

I didn't answer. This time she let the silence hang. It seemed like forever but she was not giving in. Finally I folded.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, really."

She cracked a really big smile and began to rub my naked shoulder.

"Ha, ha. Oh George, you don't need to apologize and yes you will do it again, many many times."

She was smiling and her voice was very soft. She wasn't at all mad. I was confused. She seemed really okay with me masturbating. I must have given her a blank stare. She smiled and laughed lightly. She cupped my chin in her hand.

"George, You're a senior in High School. You've reached the age where sex is on your mind. It's natural, normal, its okay. But the laundry lady has a request."

She reached down and picked up one of my white socks.

"Now, you need to understand. Masturbation is very normal, everybody does it and there are many different ways. I think I know yours, but that's not important. What I'd like you to do is slip a sock over your...penis when you're...doing it. That way your...ummm...stuff won't get on the sheets. It's tough to get out. Could you do that for Mom?"

She must have laughed like hell the rest of the day. My face was blank and I swear my mouth hung open like a broken door. I reached out and took the sock from her hand. She smiled and got up. She went to leave and at the door she paused.

"George, did you ummm finish?"

I nodded my head sideways with the same stunned look. She smiled again.

"Then I'll close the door. You know you'll never wake dad and I don't mind hearing it, but today you might like to be alone."

The door latched and I was left naked on my bed holding a sock. Did my mother and I just have a conversation about me masturbating? Did she say it was okay? She didn't mind hearing me? I made noise? She thinks she knows how I do it? And what was that 'everybody does it?' Does that mean that Mom masturbates too? Oh, and TODAY I might want to be alone? Yeah, well, I didn't 'finish' that morning or for a week of mornings after that. I was way too self-conscious. Just the thought that Mom might hear made me go limp.

But hormones eventually overwhelmed me. I woke one humid July morning. I had given up any pretense of clothing. I used to leave my briefs and shirt nearby, not anymore; I stripped off at bed time and put them in the laundry. It felt good to be naked, particularly in this hot humid weather. As I woke I immediately noticed my cock was very hard. I hadn't touched myself for days. I was too horny to care. If she didn't mind, well, it was time to find out.

I looked over and my door, as usual, was partially open. I looked at the clock, it was 06:45. My cock was so hard it was hurting. I lay on my back slowly stroking and debating. I loved to explore my cock when it was hard. I was circumcised so the head was always visible. I was only around six inches but it was nice and thick, at least compared to the other kids in the gym showers. I'd cup my ball sack and squeeze, massaging myself. Then I slowly rub my cock, loving the thrill from my touch. The soft skin over the hard center felt cool. I loved the tingle from playing with my cock. That deep sexual pleasure. I wondered how sex with somebody else could be better. I'd wrap my hand around my prick and stroke, sometimes squeezing hard and sometimes just barely touching. This was my masturbation foreplay. I'd rub my precum around the head, once I even tasted it, it didn't taste at all really. Soon my dick wanted relief, it was time.

I just couldn't take any more. I got a sock, threw the sheet back and rolled over. Arching my firm teen ass I slipped the sock over my cock. Oh, I couldn't wait. I was so fucking horny. I rolled over and felt the bliss of my cock pressed into the bed. Slowly I began to thrust. I reached up and gripped the top edge of the mattress. I was going to enjoy this. When nobody is home it's better. I like to groan and grunt. But Mom said not to worry, so here goes. My cock slid up the hard bed and into the soft cotton sock.

"Mmmmmmm yeeeesss gnnnnnnnggghhhh"

Oh so good! I pressed harder and picked up the pace.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Grrngggh mmmmmmmmmm"

I heard the bed now, creaking, I didn't care. My cock felt so good sliding in that sock, my body pressing it into the bed. I loved being naked and uncovered, masturbating, fucking my bed. I spread my legs for leverage and started fucking harder. I wanted to cum. The bed gently collided with the wall. It had been too long since I had cum.

"YES YES, ohhhhhh fuuucccckkkk so good!"

I pictured what I must look like. My skinny body arching into the bed, ramming my cock down as my ass would stick up in the air. From behind my cheeks would flex and my asshole would be clearly visible, I felt it flexing as my dick rubbed the sock.

"OHHHHH OHHHHHH shhhhiiiittt, sooooo fuckin gooooood."

I was close now, I could feel the wave.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum, ohhhhhh fuck, so fuckin good!"

As I rammed my bed hard I heard it slam the wall as my cum shot out into the cotton sock.

"OHHHHH yeah! CUMMING CUMMING so fuckin good!"

That wonderful feeling as your cum shoots out, oh it felt good. Once, twice, three times I felt a spurt of giz and then I was spent. I flopped down, my dick still inside the cum soaked sock. I had liked being noisy, it made my cum even better. I rolled over, pulled the sock off, wiped the rest of my messy cock and dropped it on the floor. I fell back asleep.

When I woke up a half an hour later I was in a mild panic. Suddenly I felt like I had been yelling when I was cumming. I was sure I'd gone too far and now I'd hear about it. Maybe I woke my father up? I got up and saw myself in the mirror on my closet. I'm 5'9" and back then I saw a trim body, smooth with just a bush of blonde pubic hair around my limp but very happy cock. I got dressed and went down to the kitchen, to an uncertain fate.

Nothing. Not a word about my morning bed fuck. Not even a knowing look or smile. It was obvious she'd been up for a while but it was just the usual morning conversation. She did seem a little distracted though. Dad got up, we all talked. I went to school, they went to work.

I thought about that all day. I know my Mom could hear me this morning. She said she had heard me before when I was trying to be quiet. When I had gone back to my room after breakfast the sock was gone too. Well, she certainly knows I'm back to bed fucking and she certainly doesn't seem to mind.

In my life, I've been a nudist and a hedonist. I've had many varied and exciting sexual experiences. Looking back I can see this was in me from a very early age. Since there was no comment on my first noisy bed fuck I got more and more bold. I think I was trying to see where the fences where, just what it would take for my mother to say something. Since it was August and hot the next night I slept naked with no sheet over me and the door still cracked open. I'd slide on gym shorts to go pee but they'd be gone when I got back to bed. I noticed though, when I went to bed the next night, there was a sock, just one clean white cotton sock, laying on the floor next to my bed. I smiled. I liked Mom, she was cool.

The next morning was a replay. The bed creaked as I rammed my cock down into the bed. Man it felt good to just enjoy bed fucking.

"Oh yes oh yes, so good! Ungh unnngh! Mmmmmmm so hard, so good!"

I was getting more vocal as the days went by. Mom never said anything and every night she left me that clean white sock. The sheets were stain free. I felt the wave.

"Oh fuck! Cumming cumming! Sooooo gooodddd! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The spurt of my cum in the sock warmed the end of my penis, making the last thrusts even better. I collapsed on the bed, rolled over and cleaned up. Then I started thinking. Mom hadn't said or done anything. She knew I was bed fucking every morning, she was washing my sock and replacing it. That had me re-running our one conversation. A couple of things she said really stuck in my mind. "Everybody does it."

She didn't say 'all boys, or all teens, she said everybody. Now my Mom was a person who knew how to speak and chose her words carefully. There was never a slip of the tongue with her. So, when she said 'everybody' what did that mean? My mother masturbates? It was the only answer.

Now I'd seen my dad's porn stash. No videos, just pictures. All the pussies had hair, nobody shaved back then. I'd seen pictures of women masturbating, rubbing their pussies and sliding fingers and dildos in. I didn't know what a clit was yet so I had no idea why they rubbed the top so much. Now, when I stole a look I had to wonder what my mother looked like when she masturbated. I felt odd thinking that. Then there was "I don't mind hearing it." Well, I guess not because I certainly was not being quiet anymore and she said nothing. But I thought it was odd my Mom wouldn't mind hearing me masturbate. Maybe she just knew it was a teen thing and just ignored it.

A week or so later I had to pee in the middle of the night. I usually had to go at least once during the night, I drank a lot of water back then. Since I never saw anybody I had given up putting shorts on and I just got out of bed and went down the hall to the bathroom. As I came out of the bathroom I heard a noise and looked to see Mom just coming out of their bedroom. She was wearing her robe. I froze and she just gave my naked body a look from head to toe. She smiled and waved me back to my room. But I noticed she had given me a good look.

Now something else changed, just a little. As I said, in the past I'd seen Mom once coming out of the shower, no big deal. Well, one day I'm coming upstairs and I hear the shower. I look up and the door isn't latched, it's open by three inches. I can't see much but I did get a quick blurred look of my naked Mom stepping out of the shower.

Well, that became the pattern. She'd shower with the door open three inches.

Plus, it seemed like she had to go to the bathroom right around the same time I did most nights. Not every night, just most. I got embarrassed and after the third time I put my shorts back on. She noticed and whispered to me as I left the bathroom. The hall was dimly lit by the small nightlight.

"Are you wearing those because of me?"

I nodded, she smiled.

"Oh George, you don't have to do that. I'm your mother, I've seen it all dear."

I was getting used to this much cooler version of my mother so I ditched the shorts. Three nights later and new change.

I had gotten up to piss, naked, as usual. As I stepped out of the bathroom, Mom came out of her room. I was still very self-conscious at my nakedness but she just smiled. Then I noticed her robe wasn't tied. I could see her pert breasts and the blonde muff that barely disguised her pussy. Even in the dim light of the hall I could just make out the lips. She caught me staring and smiled. She made no move to cover up.

"Never mind me dear. I was in a hurry and it's just your old Mom's body."

The robe flowed open as she passed me, completely exposing her front. Yup, I looked, as long as I could.

Well, by then I was fucking my bed just about every morning at the same time. I'd wake up hard as rock at about 6:30 and my routine would begin. Now, the door to my bedroom faces the bed, so when you look in you're looking at the foot of the bed. I usually hugged one of the top corners when I fucked. So I couldn't see the door. My door was still left open just about 3 inches, in case the dog wanted to come in.

One morning I changed my routine. For no reason at all I reversed my position. Now I'm facing the door, naked, with no sheet covering me. I've got the corner of the mattress in a death hug and my cock is humping hard into the bed encased in a now worn and very soft sock.

"Oh fuck! Unnnnggghh unngghhh, yeah, huff huff, so good!"

My hard dick feels so good pressing into the bed. My ass is humping up and down. I'm totally into masturbating.

"Yes yes! Oh fuck arrrrgghh mmmmmmmm yeah!"

I look up and then I see it, a shadow under the partly open door. Momentarily I panic but then the shadow doesn't move to open the door. Well, that killed the mood that day. I stopped bed fucking and soon the shadow left. I assumed it was Mom and I assumed she'd have something to say. Maybe I was being too loud or something. But at breakfast and for the rest of the day there was nothing, totally normal Mom. I was confused. After all, I was young.

Next morning at 6:45 I was ready. I lay so I could see the door. Of course my dick was hard but I was curious. I lay on my back and played with my cock. I had the sock and I slipped it over the end and rolled over. There it was; the shadow! I saw it moving. It had to be Mom. She was waiting for me to start masturbating! She was listening! Suddenly the idea that somebody, my mother, wanted to listen to me get off, turned me on. It was a funny feeling. My cock got even harder as I imagined my mother outside my door, in her robe, leaning towards the open door to hear her son play with himself. I started bucking my hips, pressing into the bed.

"mmmmmmmoh yeah! So good!"

"I'm so hard! So horny! Oh shit this is good!"

I saw the shadow moving now; it seemed to be a pattern. My humping was making enough noise that I couldn't hear anything. She wants a show? Okay.

"Oh fuck unnnnnggghhhh unnnngggghhh yes yes!"

This wasn't going to last long. Being listened to was really speeding me up.

"Oh shit! So fucking horny! Gotta cum! Gotta cum! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"

Then I saw movement. A hand was gripping the door trim, high. It was Mom's hand. I could see that she was gripping it hard.

"Oh oh oh here I cum! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH SSSSHHHIIIIIIT!"

As I felt cum jet into the sock I thought I heard a moan from outside the door. As I lay there feeling the warm bath of giz around my cock I saw the hand disappear. I got up to see. When I opened the door she wasn't there. I stepped out into the hall and my foot felt dampness. I looked down and the rug near my door had a wet spot. I was confused. I had no idea what it could be. Did Mom pee on the rug? No way, she must have had a glass of water and spilled it.

Now, I wasn't running into Mom on my night time piss run every time but it was happening regularly. I had given up on the shorts and I was feeling comfortable being naked. I mean the hall was almost pitch dark so it wasn't any big deal. Sometimes Mom would have the robe closed, sometimes loosely tied and occasionally untied. I liked untied. It was dark and she was my mother but she also was a good looking woman and, I might add, the only real woman I'd ever seen naked. I didn't stare but I enjoyed what I could see. She was very casual, never made any attempt to cover up. She'd pass me, sometimes barely brushing against me as she headed into the bathroom. I'd go back to my room. Then one night it dawned on me. She didn't close the door. She never closed the door. I was so busy getting a peek that I didn't notice. She's in there peeing with the door wide open.

Something new. It's night, it's dark, only the nightlight in the hall and the bathroom. I open my door to go pee and walk the three steps to the bathroom. I hear water running, splashing, a steady stream. I look around the corner and Mom is sitting on the toilet. In the muted glow of the nightlight I can see her robe is open and at her sides. I can see her firm breasts clearly. Her legs are spread a little and because the toilet faces the door I can just sort of see the blonde hair of her pussy. The sight of her on the toilet, the sound of her pissing, her pretty much naked body. Not good. I feel my dick getting hard but I can't stop watching. She looks up and smiles, her pee starting to diminish.