It had been a late night and I was thinking how delicious it was to sleep in for a change. But two things became immediately apparent as my eyes fluttered open: I had a raging hard on (as I often did when first awakening) and my mother was sitting in the chair next to my bed. I propped myself up on one elbow, being careful not to disturb the sheet that was thankfully covering the lower half of my body.
"Good morning sleepyhead," she intoned.
"What are you doing here mom?"
"I'm here to help you Hon. I got to thinking how embarrassed you were by the mess you made in your bed last week, and I want to do what I can to make sure you don't have to go through that again."
'It's really OK, mom. I told you, it was just a weird dream. I really don't think it's likely to happen again."
"So, have you been taking care of yourself?" she said with just glimmer of concern.
"Um, sure mom," I answered turning beet red.
"Well, frankly I haven't seen any evidence of that in your laundry hamper or waste basket."
It was clear mom wasn't going to be satisfied without some kind of explanation.
"Gee, mom, most of the time I do it in the shower, and if I do here in my room I just use some tissues and flush them down the toilet."
"So let me get this straight. You've been slinking down the hall in the middle of the night so you can get rid of the evidence?"
"Well, actually, mom, it's more likely to be first thing in the morning."
"No matter, Hon, do you have any idea what would happen if you ran into you father while you were doing that? I can assure you it would be a lot worse than having to explain your wet sheets to me! Are you sure you're on top of this?"
"Yes mom, really."
"I'm sorry, Sweetie, but you seem awfully defensive to me. You wouldn't be hiding something would you? Oh my God you haven't made another mess have you?"
"No mom, really I haven't. I promise."
"Well then you won't mind my talking a quick peek."
"Oh, mom, I told you it was just a weird dream; really you don't have to worry about me."
"I hate not trusting you Billy, but you have guilt written all over your face. I'm afraid it's inspection time."
With that my mom grabbed the sheet and pulled it down abruptly. My penis was still as hard as a rock and sticking through the slit in my pajama bottoms.
"So you say there's nothing to worry about!!!"
"Oh mom, it's not like that. It's just because I have to pee so bad. Really, I mean it."
"Well, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt Billy. I can see you haven't soiled your sheets again, and I know boys your age often wake up in that condition. But I'm still not happy about you sneaking around the house like a common criminal concealing the evidence. Now you go take care of yourself and then come right back here so we can have another little talk."
The last "little talk" we had was probably the most embarrassing thing I had ever experienced. But I had to admit it was probably the most erotic thing I'd experienced too. I slipped my erection inside by pajamas bottoms as nonchalantly as I could and tucked it under the elastic waistband.
"That's so cute," my mom said, smiling, "I guess that's what all you guys do when you need to conceal your erection. I love the way your little eye stares up at you. But you don't have to worry about waving that flagpole around right now, there's nobody in the house except you and me."
I had to wait quite awhile after I got to the bathroom before I could pee, and during that time I couldn't help but get a little excited about what my mom had up her sleeve. When I was done I discovered her sitting in my bed and her chinos were draped over the chair she had been using.
"You know, Billy, when you have a regular girlfriend to have sex with you won't have to worry about those nocturnal emissions because you won't have a chance to get all backed up. I'm glad you say you are taking care of yourself, but I'm worried you aren't doing it frequently enough to solve our problem. And the fact that you feel you have to do it behind my back isn't helping. So here's what we're going to do. Until you find a girl your own age, we're going to use my vagina to make sure you won't continue to embarrass yourself on your sheets."
"Oh my God, mom, isn't that illegal or something?"
"Don't be silly, Hon. I'm you mother. Just think of it as part of your sexual development. And besides, when you do find a girl, you'll appreciate having some experience. I wish you father's mom had taught him what I'm going to show you so he wouldn't have had to pretend he knew what he was doing when it was so obvious he didn't. Now scoot over here next to me."
I should mention that most people think my mom is a real knockout. She was really young when she had me so she is still only in her early forties. She runs marathons, does downhill skiing and keeps really, really fit. I've heard more than one person say she looks like a young Meg Ryan. I had not really contemplated her much in such a vein, but I had to admit, the prospect of getting intimate with her really turned me on.
"Now the first thing that usually happens when you find a girl you like is that you spend lots of time is making out -- you know, just kissing and stuff. Have you at least done that?"
"Uh huh, Becky from high school let me do that much."
"OK, then why don't you give me a nice, passionate kiss? Go ahead and really give it your best."
I was nervous as hell, but excited too. I slowly approached my mom and lingered for awhile before gently probing her mouth with my tongue. We embraced more closely and I could feel her small breasts pressing against my chest. Our breathing was synchronized and our mouths melted into each other deliciously. My mom broke off the kiss.
"Well, Billy, if you are nearly as good at the things I'm about to teach you as you are at kissing, you won't have any problems at all! Has Becky let you do anything else?"
"Not too much, mom."
"I see. Well the next thing you'll want to do with a girlfriend is to make her feel like she has the most beautiful breasts on the planet. Girls are often self-conscious about their breasts, just like you are probably self-conscious about your penis. So it's very important that you show her how much you love them, even if you have to pretend a bit. Do you like my breasts, Billy?"