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A boy caught humping the couch by his mom 

I’ve been masturbating for as long as I can remember. We used to have a TV and a couch in my basement, and as a small child I can remember how much I liked being alone down there at night. I used to turn the lights off and watch TV. There were things I saw on TV that stimulated me - I don’t remember exactly what, because its too difficult to put myself back into the mindset of a child of 5 or 6.

But when I did get stimulated, what I used to do was push the couch away slightly from the wall, climb up on the ridge, and hump the couch while I continued to watch TV. There was this delicious feeling I used to get from rubbing against the couch - because the rubbing and humping made my peter dance around in my PJs. The feeling would build like a wave, radiating outwards from my crotch until it threw this electric shock all theough my body.

While I was doing this, I was conscious of the footsteps upstairs. I knew what I was doing was dirty, and I knew that no one should know that I did this. Sometimes I would be up there on the ridge of the couch, and I would hear my mother’s heels approach the basement door. It was like a race - if I wasn’t far enough into it, I could force myself to stop, climb down from the couch and push it back against the wall.

But one time she approached the door at exactly the worst moment-just as that wave started. So I couldn’t stop. My head knew something bad would happen, but my body couldn’t stop what it was doing because that electric feeling was starying to build. I heard her heels on the stairs while I was still humping madly. And when I opened my eyes, she was standing at the bottom of the stairs, shocked at what she saw - her little boy humping a couch. Like a dog.

“What are you DOING!” She seemed almost frightened. Shocked at the realization that there was a rabid little animal into what she thought was her sweet little boy.

Me - I was red with shame. I didn’t answer her. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t have explained it, because I didn’t understand what I was doing. We never spoke of this. But I didn’t stop. I still watched TV at night in the dark. I still climbed up on the couch at least once a night. Only now when she needed to come downstairs for something, she always approached the door slowly. Very slowly.