If I do something wrong, my mom always wants to talk about it while we eat breakfast.
While she talks about it, I nod and agree with her.
One morning, while I was on my study break, she walked into my room and caught me masturbating.
The next morning, that's what she talked about.
I got so excited hearing her say stuff like, I know it feels good when you rub your erection until your ejaculate.
That was my favorited one. Anyway, one morning I ejaculated right after I finished eating.
I stood up then, with it all over the front of my pajamas and thanked her.
I actually got hard again when she said, you're welcome.
The next morning the first thing she asked me was how many times I masturbated the day before.
I wanted so bad to tell her that I did it while she talked to me about it, but I didn't.
I told her that I did it on my morning break.
When she asked, I told her I thought about my teacher and finished all over the front of my t shirt.
She asked me every morning, when I masturbated and who I thought about while I did it.
Finally, one morning she asked me, and I acted like I was avoiding the question.
After I knew she felt like she badgered me long enough to pull it out of me, I said, mom, I masturbated while you talked to me about it.
I told her I could barely keep myself from finishing.
I told her that I was ejaculating when I said thank you to her.
Then I told her that I was thinking about her while I finished.
She got up and said, shame on you.
The next morning, the first thing she said to me when I sat down was, you might as well begin.
I know you're going to do it. And it was like she talked me through it.
She asked, are you doing it? I said, I was. It surprised me when she asked, does it feel good?
And, I said, it really does mom, thank you for letting me.
When she asked me who I was thinking about, I asked her to promise not to get mad.
When she did, I said, you mom. She looked so sad for a while as I kept doing it.
And then, I just had to ask, I said, mom, may I finish please? She said, if you have to Jim.
As it squirt up the front of my pajamas that morning I asked her to smile for me while I finished.
I told her I was done and thanked her. I loved hearing her say, you're welcome.
