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First masturbation

... pushed her boobs together, and mum joined in the joke with me. She didn’t mind when I squeezed her boobs and made them wobble as we continued our ablutions. I could sense that something became hard in her bra as I jiggled them, but I didn’t know then what that was. As mum leaned forward to check how clean my hard cock was her breasts would hang in front of me. I found the sight of her so incredible and exciting. As she was holding and rubbing my cock at the same time I would begin to moan and sigh, and start to thrust my hips forward. One particular night had begun just as every other. Mum had washed my cock thoroughly and ensured that my bum hole and balls were especially clean. I was squeezing her boobs as she dried me and inspected my equipment. Her hands on me, squeezing and stroking me, felt amazing and I was thrilled to be feeling the weight of her boobs when, suddenly, an incredible, electric tingling in my groin made me freeze. Mum sensed my wonderment and held her grip briefly asking, ‘is everything alright?’ I couldn’t answer, my mouth was opening wider along with my eyes. Mum’s hand began to rub me again, a tighter grip and a faster rhythm. The feeling ...

... inside me grew and I was almost afraid of what was going to happen. Inevitably, I shot my first load of cum in a thick rope onto mum’s chest. There was such an ache suddenly, then a second and third orgasm spat out more cum over mum’s hand. I felt exhausted by the experience and my knees almost gave in. Mum was frozen too, but continued to hold my cock. She looked down at the spunk on her chest and slowly dropped my cock and stood up. She took a cloth and wiped the mess from her chest and ran her hand under the basin tap. She stared down at me, her breasts barely covered by her bra, and her look was one of cold disappointment. ‘Clean yourself and get to bed,’ she hissed and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She didn’t tuck me in that night. We never, ever spoke about what had happened and mum never washed me or dried me again. I explored the wonderful feelings I had felt and learned how to make myself cum, but was forever disappointed that I was never again to share this with mum. I felt guilty and as if I had let her down, yet later I understood that mum really should have known what would happen. That conversation never happened and, now, never will.