Hello. My name is Dan. I masturbate a lot after school, before my mum comes home from work. This is my story…
Well, I knew it had to happen sooner or later (I guess), but I got caught. Sitting with just a shirt on and my hand doing what it does best. Talk about instant 'down' syndrome!! Nothing worse than stroking and having your mother walk in on you.
She left the room, and I got dressed. Shit, but I felt SO humiliated. I went straight up to my room and closed the door. I just wanted to die.
Then the knock on the door. I shuddered….what was I going to say?
She entered, and sat down on my bed. Shit I was not at all comfortable, and I sensed she wasn't, either.
"Son", she said, biting her upper lip. "There's something you need to know."
My mum is a half-decent looking lady, with a still gorgeous face. Ever since dad died I sensed an extreme loneliness in her, something hard to pinpoint.
"Please come down the stairs", she asked nervously. She stood up and I followed her into the computer room. I was scared, and said not a word. I sat in front of the computer, and my mum sat on the chair beside me.
"Son?" It was a question. I didn't answer. I was still feeling ashamed..
"It's okay to masturbate, you know?" My cheeks must have turned as pale as a ghost, and I started to tremble. She chuckled a little…
"Look at the floor, Daniel!" She asked it like it was so obvious, something I had missed. I saw nothing on the hardwood flooring. I was feeling SO uncomfortable.
"Look, silly!" And she bent down and picked up a small handful of pubic hairs. Shit but I just knew I was in trouble. I deleted all my history and cookies and cache, but I didn't realize that my pubic hair was falling out. Guess it sheds.
My mum sensed my fear, and found a way to make it all better. She spread the hairs around on her palm, and made two little piles. One was dark, the other light coloured. I was still feeling like a loser, and very confused as to what she was up to.
"I've known for a long time, Daniel." As she picked up more hairs off the floor.
"I know you jerk off to porn." I wished someone had a gun and would shoot me. My mother was picking up pubic hair from around the computer desk, and putting it in her palm. And separating it!
"Son," she said, picking out the light coloured hair, and putting them on the computer desk. She showed me the darker ones. "These are yours, Daniel. I sweep them up every day. So I know you masturbate." She flung them on the floor. The pile on the computer desk stayed.
"Mum?" I asked, wondering about the pile of hairs. They were so blondish or maybe gray but really fine and short.
"They're mine, Daniel".
Talk about a revelation….Holy shit! My mother masturbates too! The thought of her sitting where I sit, diddling her twat, sticking god knows what up her pussy! I was in total awe. Speechless.
