Jessica was a single mother, making the best of it, in the 1970's. In truth, she was doing well. She was bringing up her 18 year old son to be a fine young man, notwithstanding there was no father figure in his life. Julian's father had left them a decade ago and although they had no special money problems, they led a quiet life, both being introverts. To her knowledge he was not spending time with the girls at high school - he seemed shy around them and instead focused on his grades and rather nerdy hobbies like building model airplanes.
So she could hardly complain, about life in general or Julian in particular. She knew that a mother's role is to nurture and a father's role to discipline. Fortunately he had done little to earn discipline as he grew up.
Most school evenings, he would spend time alone in his room, doing homework and building his airplanes. But as any teenage boy knows, of course he thought about girls. Even though he knew little about them, including their intimate anatomy, he enjoyed the pleasure of masturbation. He would run his fingers along the shaft of his young penis and relished the strong tingling sensation in the shaft of his penis and a satisfying gush of white sperm shot out and splashed all over his pajama tops, most evenings as he laid in bed. He was always excited and embarrassed at the same time, thinking what might happen if Mummy had walked in at that those very moments.
Jessica was not fooled however. She would pick up the laundry from Julian's room and one morning was tossing his pajamas into the washing machine when something about the feel of his top made her stop. She felt the fabric again, the stiff feel of cum stained fabric was unmistakable. She brought the fabric up to her nose - the faint odor was there. Yes, at that moment she knew that he was secretly masturbating. She smiled to herself but in a way she was relieved he was finding release without getting in trouble with girls - she too was shy and had not been looking forward confronting him with dramas over girlfriends. One of the downsides of not having a father around she thought. As for Jessica, her sex life had pretty much ground to a halt after her husband left. Not that she was unattractive. She was 38 years old, slim, dark brown hair with a firm body, medium breasts and and slim legs. She kept her pubic mound trimmed but not shaved bald. She had just shut her sex drive down for the time being while she focused on her work and bringing up Julian.
So Julian would secretly masturbate in his room, thinking about the girls at his school, but too shy to do anything about it. For the time being, all he could do was empty his balls with his fingers around his cock, spilling his cum on his stomach and using tissue paper or his sock to soak up the white mess he seemed to produce in great quantities. Mother and son never talked about sex, relationships or anything like that.
Then one evening, just after they both turned in for the night, there was a slight change in routine, and Jessica was in for a surprise. Just after she had gone to bed she decided to run downstairs and get a glass of water. As she passed Julian's room she thought she heard some faint rhythmic noises - enough to make her slow down as she passed his door. Julian had been careless. He had not latched his bedroom door. It was open a few inches. She peered through the gap, and there was her son lying on the bed with the sheets to one side and his pajama bottoms pulled down his pale thighs. There was his erect penis on full display. Large and very much a man's penis. Julian was gently masturbating it, pulling his foreskin up and down, his breathing slightly labored. She could see his testicles beneath a thatch of teenage pubic hair. She couldn't move. Transfixed, she watched her son's hand work up and down his erection, and his testicles slowly disappear as he neared his orgasm. His breathing became quicker, his hips lifted slightly off the bed and then in one last stroke, he pulled his foreskin back and quietly gasped as a large load of white cum shot out of his penis and splattered against his stomach.
Jessica's head was spinning, but she gathered herself and quietly slipped down the stairs to fetch her water. Of course, the next morning nothing was said - after all Julian was unaware his secret was out. But it was, and Jessica was quite flustered about the whole episode.
Several months passed with nothing to disturb the routine. But Julian was becoming more and more curious about what women looked like under their clothes. He had no magazines to turn to - he was far too shy to go into one of THOSE stores, and of course no internet at that time. So one day, an equally careless Jessica had left the bathroom door ajar as she changed out of her work clothes and took a shower. It had to happen, and sure enough, Julian could see his mother's body reflected in a mirror in the bathroom. There on display were her naked breasts, firm nipples and, as she turned around, the top of her tight rounded buttocks. He could not glimpse her pubic mound but it was enough to cause an instant erection inside his sweatpants. He just stopped and stared at his mothers partial reflection in the mirror. Then hurriedly he moved on. That night, he replayed the event in his minds eye as he ejaculated once more.
The next day, he made a point of passing by his mother's bathroom as she freshened up after work. There was her partially naked body again. Julian's cheeks flushed and his penis sprang again to a firm erection. This time he stood his ground, and watched her reflection for a few minutes. This pattern held for a few days, during the work week at least, and each night as he masturbated he'd think about what lay beneath her flat stomach just out of sight in the mirror's reflection.
A few days later he became more brave. As he spied on his mother he stayed in the corridor, and reached down under the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled out his erection. Standing there, he masturbated looking at his own mother as she brushed her hair, her naked breasts and nipples on full display to him. One of the things that young men of Julian's age may not know is that as he neared orgasm, he didn't realize how much noise he was making. Sure enough, Jessica's ears picked up the sound of Julian's arm brushing against his shirt as his hips bucked slightly and his penis jolted as sperm fired out from his glans. Julian brought his hand into the line of fire and caught the hot splashes in the palm of his hand. But Jessica had picked up what was going on and as she moved towards the door she saw the tip of his erect penis and Julian's hand catch multiple strings of sperm. He'd been caught spying on his mother, masturbating to her naked body.
Over the next hour or so Jessica thought about what to do. It really was intolerable that he was doing this. So reluctantly she decided to confront his about this behavior, like a father would, she guessed. So she strode into his bedroom where he was doing homework and sat on his bed. "Julian we need to have a chat" she began.
"Yes Mummy, what about?' Julian said, not connecting what he's been doing a couple of hours ago with his mother's visit.
"Julian, have you been spying on me in the bathroom?" There, she came right out with it. Julian stopped what he was working on and blood rushed to his cheeks. Oh my god he thought, this is unbelievably embarrassing.
