It starts like a lot of other stories. My dad left us when I was in my mid teens. It wasn't really a big loss for either of us. They had not been getting along for several years. My mom and I were always close and in the next few years, we only got closer. I will add that right before my 18 birthday I came down with meningitis and not only missed my birthday, a big thing for an 18 old but missed out on a year of school. Over this time I learned that she was lonely but didn't want to get in a relationship till I was at least out of school. She had seemed how many problems it had caused and didn't want to do that again.
Now while I'm telling you this, there will be time that I add in some comments that I couldn't possible know at the time. This is due to the fact that after talking to my mom about what happened between us, she told me some of what she had been thinking and feeling at the time.
Well here I go. I guess it all started when I got a penthouse from one of my buddies. It had been pass around so much that the binder was pretty much shot. I would jerk off to that book all the time, after I recovered from my illness and had no school and then later, before school, when I got home, before bed, and sometimes during the day on the weekends. I was always hornier than hell. I had it for some time and one time when I was late for school after beating off, one of the pages fell out and I didn't know. My mom came in with some clothes and found it on the floor. She was curious as to where it came from and searched around my room till she found my magazine. She told me later that as she looked at it, she realized two things, her boy was growing up and how much she missed not having a man to share her bed.
I didn't know she found my book or that she ever knew I had one till much later. It was a couple months later I guess. I had got a new magazine from my buddy. I was in my bathroom before school beating off like normal when my mom open my bedroom door and yell the bus was here. It was early and she was standing at the door so I couldn't hide my magazine in the rails under my bed. She couldn't see me in the bathroom but I could not come out with my magazine in hand. I threw it under the sink, under some clothes that were there. That was where I put them, or at least was suppose to put them, when they were dirt so mom would know what to clean.
When I got home from school. The magazine was still under the sink but the clothes were gone. I was busted. I was nervous about what would happen when I when down stairs for supper but she didn't say a word. I did think it was kind of cool my mom did not confront me about it or give me any grief. On the few occasions, over the next year, when I goofed up and didn't get it hidden well or left it out because I had to rush out, I was not as nearly nervous as I was that first time.
Things went smoothly for the month or so with mom and I getting along very well. I was taking on more responsibilities around the house and in turn giving more freedom. I even started talking to her about girls, dating and sex and found out she was very helpful in giving me a girls perspective and answering some question that can be pretty embarrassing for a son to ask him mother. She handled it all in stride and did a good job of making me feel at easy about it.
One day, I was jacking off and really into it. It was bedtime and just as I started cumming my mom walked in with a load of clean clothes. My eyes were closed but when I heard her yelp, I could only call it a yelp, I opened my eyes. She was backing out of my room red face. I was also; I had never had that happen before. The next morning she didn't say a word; in fact she didn't say much at all.
I really don't know the date or anything but not too long after that I started noticing a change around the house. It was slow at first, it took me awhile to even notice and even then I thought it was my imagination.