Mom Caught Me Masturbating And Decided It Was Time For A Talk

I found a greeting card today that a classmate of my mom's sent her many years ago. Her friend wrote on it, "To my favorite free thinking, free spirited wild child." That described her well. My father tried to crush her spirit, yet he was cheating on her all the time.

They got divorced when I was 9. I was the only child. Money wise, we had no worries. Mom had a good job and got a comfortable divorce settlement. And I was a lot happier that my dad was gone because he was rage filled and abusive.

One day I was feeling really horny and decided to get off. I had masturbated the regular way before, but that day, I did it by taking off all my clothes and laying a long thick towel that had Wonder Woman on it down on the floor and trying to hump it (Look, I wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree then. I grew out of it).

I was sure Mom wasn't home, but in she walks right while I was giving Wonder Woman what for.

She was more bewildered than anything and said, "What are you doing? You're going to hurt yourself. Masturbation is normal, but not like this."

I stopped humping but stayed frozen on the floor. I was naked and just having mom see me from the back was too much already. She ignored my embarrassment and gently pulled me up off the towel. She said, "Wonder Woman, huh. Well, she's sexy, I'll give you that."

I was blushing and I felt my hard on shrinking. Mom said, "We've got to have a talk." She asked how long I'd been humping towels, if I knew what masturbation was, did I ejaculate, what did I really know about sex and pregnancy and so on. I gave her mostly one or two word responses. I knew some of the answers and could have told her, but I was still in shock.

She told me not to move and said she'd be right back. She came back with a home medical guide and tried to show me the anatomy of a man and a woman, but she was frustrated that the drawings were so crude. She said the book was useless.

By that time, I was really hard again but didn't realize it. She looked between my legs and stared for a few seconds. She said, "Come with me. Now, what I'm going to show you is for learning purposes and nothing else. Understand that?" I nodded.

She took me to our master bathroom and said, "Ok, first thing, masturbation." She got behind me and said, "I'm going to touch you, ok?" I nodded. She took my cock in her hand and started gently stroking. It felt so good. I thrust my hips involunarily and she said, "That's ok. That's normal. See, you can satisfy yourself without actually humping the floor."

She continued to stroke slowly and said, almost absentmindedly, in a musing sort of way, "You know, I'm glad I had you circumcised. You would look like an anteater, the way your father does if I hadn't. Your penis is handsome and you're pretty big too, and the ladies will like that.Your skin is tight though, and sometimes guys use lotion." She got some lotion and squirted it into my hand, and said, "Ok, now do it as I showed you." I stroked a few times and she said that was fine, and stopped me. She wiped the lotion off me.

She said, "Now, as I said, that book was useless, so I'm going to show you what a woman looks like." She pulled off her Daisy Dukes and her panties and said, "Now, you can see I've got hair [not a lot of women shaved completely in those days] and you'll have more than you've got soon too. It just takes a little time. She started talking about her anatomy, showing me her labia majoria, minora, her clitoris and her urethra. I knew some of these things from magazines, but I never let on. I could also tell she was getting horny.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I reached my hand out toward her pussy. She grabbed my arm and stopped me. She just stared at me for a second and then said, "Well, you let me touch you, so I'll let you touch me. Besides, if you remember what I'm going to tell you, you'll be at the top of any girl's list."

I touched her pussy and felt how swollen her labia and how hard her clit was. She told me that was a woman's sexual response, and then she took my fingers and showed me how women masturbate. She talked about how important the clit was for a woman's orgasm. She was really gettting wet, and she explained that was part of a woman's response too. I could hear in her breathy voice how hard she was trying to stay clinical and not moan.

She was so wet I slipped my fingers in. Mom said, "Yes, the G spot, let me tell you about that." I tried my best to find it with one hand, and started masturbating myself with the other. For the next minute or so neither of us said anything. I think Mom orgasmed, I'm not sure, but in a few seconds I came. It was the first time I'd actually ejaculated, not just a little drip like my usual climax to that point. I was really proud. I kept babbling thank you mom, and I'm sorry mom right after. She said there was nothing to be sorry about. She said I'd passed a milestone, and I had a right to be proud. She reiterated the importance of protection and made sure I understood pregnancy. She said I knew everything I needed to know when I met my real Wonder Woman. She said she'd done her duty. We never had another encounter, but I did go on to have a healthy sex life, and I'll always be grateful to her.

The other part of this confession is I've been crying like a baby as I write this. A middle aged man crying like a baby. My mom died three weeks ago of a heart attack. It was out of the blue. My wife and kids have been doing a great job comforting me, and I know I'll be fine. In fact, writing this has made me feel better. No matter what anyone thinks, my mother was the best.