Mom’s masturbation

I am writing this story after my mother just gave me a handjob in the living room during halftime of the football game.

But let’s start from the beginning.

I’m a shy guy, and I didn’t do very well in high school overall. I was bullied by a couple of guys in my class, but it was mostly because I was a good student. Now my grades are suffering because of these bullies.

In the second semester, my mother was called into a meeting about me because of my poor grades and how I interacted with my classmates. I’d also had an altercation with a girl in my class because I’d taken pictures of her breasts and a teacher had caught me looking at them.

My mother demanded that the school change my class because of those who were attacking me, but about the photos I didn’t really know what to do, but they didn’t give it much importance since it was just something that happens at a young age.

When I got home, my mother and I had a chat about the class change and about the photos, and well, I burst into tears several times because of the bullies and apologized for the photos.

I told her that I had never seen breasts in my life and that I was curious, but that I was very sorry.

“I understand, but the time will come when you’ll have relationships with girls and be able to see them. Besides, you’re still too young for that,” my mother told me.

“I know, Mom, I’m sorry, but they kept asking me if I was gay because I hadn’t seen boobs and stuff like that. That’s why they bullied me, plus they caught me touching myself in the bathroom once.” I was telling my mother everything, half-crying because it was the moment of truth.

“I understand, sweetheart, and I know these are difficult times in a boy’s life. It’s a time to discover your body, and I’m sure you have questions. So from now on, ask me whenever you want to know or are curious about something, okay?” my mother told me.

“Thank you so much, Mom,” she said between sobs.

“It’s normal to touch yourself and we all do it. Sexuality is healthy and masturbation is a good thing,” he told me.

“Yes, but I don’t know, Mom, sometimes I really want to… I don’t know if you understand… I want to touch myself and it makes me feel awkward,” she told her.

“Of course, it’s normal, especially at your age. You shouldn’t be afraid to touch yourself, and if you want to, you can do it whenever you want, okay? You can do it at home, and I think that’s fine. I do it sometimes, and it’s natural, my boy. Don’t hold back and enjoy it, okay?” he told me.

“Thank you, Mom, and I’m sorry for crying,” I said as I calmed down. “Now let’s have dinner and watch TV for a while,” she said as she got up to cook.

While we were having dinner we were watching a Netflix series and we saw a sex scene that turned me on and I told my mother about it.

“It’s normal, darling. You feel things, especially at your age. Your hormones are raging, but don’t worry. Look, let’s do this. If you want to touch yourself, you can do it in front of me, and you’ll see it as something normal, okay?” my mother said, smiling.

I was freaking out at what she had just told me and I didn’t really know how to respond, so my face must have been a picture. “Come on, honey, it’s okay,” my mother added.

I was very embarrassed because I didn’t want to do it in front of my mother since I had never actually masturbated before, so I told her about it.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m sure you’ll do fine, but if you want, I can tell you how it’s done,” my mother told me.

I agreed. I pulled down my pajama pants, and a large bulge was visible in my underwear. My mother watched me expectantly as I hurried to pull them down. I took off my underwear and sat on the sofa, but I couldn’t take my eyes off my cock. It was hard, but I didn’t quite know where to begin.

“Honey, don’t worry, it’s normal to have doubts about how to do it. I’m going to teach you and I’m sure you’ll learn quickly,” my mother said, moving her hand towards my hard cock.

He started with a very gentle stroking motion, but I was literally in heaven, very nervous but also excited. Since it was my first time getting a handjob, of course I didn’t last long.

“Mom,” I whispered as my mother continued masturbating.

“Tell me, darling,” she said sweetly as she moved her hand up and down.

“I think something’s going to come to me… I think it’s about to happen…” I said haltingly.

“Honey, come on, let it out,” my mother continued with a couple of up-and-down movements.

I came like I’ve never come since. So much semen came out, I kept shooting loads while my mother continued masturbating. “Come on, darling, let it all out,” she said, mesmerized by my ejaculation.

Exhausted and embarrassed from having ejaculated in my mother’s hand, I didn’t know what to do. My mother took me to the bathroom, and we cleaned ourselves up. She told me it had been very nice and that she knew how to do it from now on. We said goodnight and went to sleep. I slept like a baby after that first time with my mother.

A few days later, at lunchtime, I asked my mother if it was normal to masturbate daily or if it was harmful. I had read online that it could cause problems with physical development.

My mother told me that I could do it as often as I wanted, that it was normal and that there were no limits except physical ones.

I thanked her and went to my room. My cock was rock hard after talking to my mom, and I wanted to jerk off like she’d taught me, but what I really wanted was my mom’s hand again. So I didn’t hesitate to go find her in the kitchen, my cock stiff and naked.

“Mom, can you give me another handjob?” I blurted out.

“Hahaha, what a rascal this boy has turned out to be, so all he wants is for Mommy to do things for him,” she told me, laughing.

“Please, Mom,” he said with a good-boy face.

“Come on, sit here, but you have to start doing it yourself,” he told me while he was already stroking my cock.

Just like the first time, he started with a gentle rhythm and stroked my hair.

“Enjoy it, darling,” she told me, and put her hand to her mouth to moisten her skin a little.

That turned me on so much and I came with the next thrust. Again, filling his hand with milk with 5 spurts of warm cum.

She kissed me on the forehead and told me to rest. She continued with her chores and I went for a nap.

The next day I woke up early, but remembering what had happened that afternoon made me incredibly horny. So I went to my mother’s bed and had sex with her like when I was little.

“Mom…” I said

“You don’t want another one of Mom’s wanks, do you…” she said, half-smiling.

“Yessss please, I just want you to do it, pleeease, I like it so much,” I begged him as I undressed.

Then came the third time. He pulled back the sheets, and lying there while my mother masturbated me, I thought it was paradise. My mother enjoyed giving pleasure to her little boy, and I always came for her.

That’s how we became mother and son, joined by straw.

Greetings.