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 I was like most boys stepping into puberty, jacking off 3 or 4 times a day.
I'd been masturbating for a long time by now, (I had discovered my little
dickie quite early!) but only recently started to cum- to actually
ejaculate.  Hair had only just begun coming in on my balls and the base of
my cock.
   Also like most boys, I wound up getting caught.  I was feeling brave one
day, because I knew mom was home, but I was feeling really horny, and
wanted to get completely naked, spread out on my bed, and cum all over
myself- about as spectacular a masturbation session as a n 11 year old boy
can muster.  Unfortunately, I forgot to lock the door.
   I was hard as a brick, but not really that close to cumming.  I had my
head back, eyes closed, cupping my balls, and stroking my hard 4 ½ slowly
and deliberately.  I didn't hear the door open, but I did hear mom's voice!
I looked up in sheer mortal terror, my dick pointing up, hard and wet!  Mom
didn't even skip a beat!  "Hey, honey.  I've got your school clothes here-
they're folded and ready to put away," she set the laundry down on the
dresser beside my bed, and scanned my naked body before looking straight
into my eyes.  "Don't forget to put them up.  Oh, and when you've finished,
lunch is ready.  I hope you want chili." She smiled broadly and walked out.
   I think my brain exploded!
   I was frozen in place, dick in hand, and shock on my face.  I couldn't
believe it- my mom caught me masturbating, and not so much as a, "you're
grounded,"!  Wow.  As hard as I was, finishing at that point wasn't
possible.  My dick was still hard as I got up to put on my shorts.  I had
no idea what to expect when I walked into the kitchen.
   With my head swimming, and my heart pounding, I stepped into the kitchen
and sat down at the table.  Mom had her back to me, putting a sandwich and
a bowl of chili on a plate for me.  "Did you finish, dear," She turned
around and walked over.  "I'd hate to think of you getting `blue balls' and
spending the day with cramps!" Mom never talked this way!  And she was
being so nonchalant about it; she was making my stiff even stiffer!  She
came around the table and set my meal in front of me.  That's when she saw
me tenting in my shorts.
   "Honey, I told you that you could finish!  Now why didn't you let
yourself cum?"
   "Well," I started, looking down at the table, "I guess I was too
embarrassed."
   She reached down and lifted my chin, again looking me straight in the
eyes.  `You have nothing to be embarrassed about.  Everybody masturbates.
Hell, I masturbated this morning!"
   "You do it, too?" Until that moment, I had never pictured mom playing
with her pussy!  Wow!  What an image!  The excitement must've shown on my
face.  She continued.  "Of course, silly!  What did you think?  That your
mom doesn't like to cum?" She strolled back over to the counter and came
back with her own food and sat down.  I was silent, hard, and excited!  "I
get just as horny as you.  Now hurry up and finish your chili and when
you're done, I want you to go to you your room, strip just as naked as you
were, and stroke yourself off!  Oh, and bring a washcloth.  You'll need
something other than your underwear to clean up your cum".  Then she winked
at me!
   Oh, my god!  My mom was actually telling me to masturbate and basically
giving me something to wipe up my cum!  I was dumbfounded.  All I could
mutter was a creaky "Okay.  " Then a wide smile forced itself across my
face.  I finished quietly and hurried back to my room.
   Not only was mom allowing me to play with myself, but she was
encouraging me to!  How awesome was that?  And knowing mom played with her
pussy gave me something to think about while I played!  I wondered what her
pussy looked like.  Was it shaven?  Bald?  (Mom with a hairless pussy? 
Holy Shit!) Was it trim, or hairy?  God, did it matter?  I stripped naked
and I didn't even take the time to check the door.  Besides, Mom would be
in the kitchen a while and this wouldn't take long!
   I stripped down in a flash, and was flat on my back with my dick in the
air.  I grasped my erection and cupped my balls.  I shut my eyes and began
to stroke.  I imagined mom, sitting at the table with me at lunch, naked as
could be!  She was pinching a nipple with one hand, and furiously rubbing
her trimmed snatch with the other.  My breathing quickened and my heart
raced.  Faster and faster I stroked until huge spurts of hot cum shot all
over my stomach, my chest, and even my neck!  I don't think I had ever cum
that hard!
   Slowly I opened my eyes, and I imagined I saw a shadow move past eh
crack in my door.
   About a week had passed since my masturbation incident with mom, and I
think I must've jerked off two dozen times thinking about it!  I had become
obsessed with my mom watching me masturbate!  Mom watching me and imagining
her playing with her pussy had fueled my fantasies every night since.  That
got me braver.  Heck, mom had seen my erection, and maybe even my orgasm. I
thought I'd push the nudity envelop just a little at a time.
   I decided I'd start by coming to the breakfast table in only my
underwear.  I figured the worst that could happen was she'd ask me to
change, and at least I'd have shown her my dick again.  (That in itself was
enough to get me hard!) Of course, I was sporting morning wood, and my
underwear was obviously tented.  Coming down the hall, I started having
second thoughts, but I wasn't backing down now!  Maybe I could come in and
sit down before mom saw me, like I did at lunch that day.  It didn't work.
   Mom was already seated at the table in her housecoat and my cereal and
milk were on the table.  My dick was half hard still, and pointing straight
out in front of me.
   She looked at mea and smiled, "good morning, my horny honey"
   "Mom!" I half protested.  I knew I was going to get a response of some
kind, but mom calling my horny still caught me by surprise.  "Oh, please!
It's perfectly fine to be horny and your little friend there tells me you
still are.  Relax." She broke eye contact and switched her attention to her
breakfast.  "I was horny when I woke up myself" She looked back over to me.
"But I took care of it."
   My face must have turned purple!  My mouth went dry and my erection
started leaking in my shorts.  Breakfast was very difficult to get through.
I finished my cereal, (I wasn't a bacon and egg person, even though mom
was) and looked up.  "Thanks, mom," I said.
   "You're welcome, "she said.  She stood up and adjusted her house coat.
When she went to retie her belt, that's when I saw that she wasn't wearing
a bra!  I got huge cleavage, just a bit of nipple, and a shot all the way
down to her pink cotton panties!  "Now, you probably ought to go get a
little relief."
   "Um, I will," I blushed deeply, (again!).  "I've just gotta have a pee
first."
   "Ha!  Good luck with that!" Mom was grinning broadly.  "You may want to
do that in the shower, you'll never get that pointed to the toilet!" She
was right- I couldn't get any harder!  I stripped down and hopped in the
shower to pee.  Once I had finished that and rinsed out the tub, I was
still half hard and moved toward the door, stroking my dick back to full
erection.  That's when I glanced down at the laundry hamper by the door.  A
pair of mom's panties sat on the top of the pile.
   I froze!  Oh, my god.  I couldn't take my eyes off them.  Satiny white
with lace at the top, they were really, really sexy!  I stroked my cock
fasted as I stared.  I couldn't even get back to my room- I had to do it
right then!  I was squeezing hard and stroking fast!  The closer I got to
the moment of no return, a thought tore through my brain, and I just
couldn't ignore it!  My free hand reached down of its own accord, and I
picked them up.
   So soft.  I pulled them up to my nose and breathed in deep.  The smell
was intoxicating!  Almost immediately I started to spurt, and still unable
to think, I held them down and caught my sperm it the crotch!  I fell back
against the wall, spent.  Thinking fast, I thought, I shoved them deep into
the laundry basket, hoping she wouldn't look at them closely when she put
them in to wash.  Just a bit ashamed of myself, I covered my naked dick
with my hand and moved quickly down the hall to my room.
   Mom wasn't in the hall, but I heard her door close as I passed.  
  
Mom's Encouragement