Andrew Joins MOMS’ Sewing Circle

By Richard Lovel with creative assistance of Jack Masturbatum. 

copyright 2024 Licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0

Wherein young man’s disastrous social failure leads to the revelation that his mother trained him to be a chronic masturbator, and he enters a new life in her sewing circle

 Amanda stood at the kitchen counter, staring out the window into the gathering dusk. The hum of the dishwasher and the ticking clock filled the quiet room. The kitchen smelled faintly of cinnamon and coffee, a comforting blend tied to home.

She glanced at her reflection in the window. At 44, her voluptuous beauty remained compelling. Braless in the form-fitting green tank top her son Andrew had knitted for her birthday, she admired her unusually large, inviting breasts that lent her an overwhelmingly maternal presence. She had breast fed Andrew far longer than was customary and she silently chuckled at this gesture of his lingering infantile fixation. 

Awaiting Andrew’s return from his first semester at college, Amanda couldn’t shake the nagging worry that hovered in her mind. Was he still the same gentle, thoughtful youth she had raised alone, without a father’s influence? Divorced when Andrew was still a baby, she had been free to shape Andrew to her values and expectations.  She meticulously shaped his formative years, guiding and nurturing interests and inclinations that she sought.  

College was an unpredictable force though, a place that could  change someone in ways a mother couldn’t foresee. Could the shy, innocent boy who once spent hours sitting beside her sewing (and even more hours more alone engaged in his private hobby) become a stranger—someone louder and rougher, more like those frat boys she despised, like the common and uncouth father she divorced?

Would he still look to her for guidance, or had he grown away, shedding the values she had so carefully instilled? Amanda’s mind conjured an unsettling image: Andrew, surrounded by a pack of brash young men, their laughter coarse and their camaraderie built on crude jokes and empty rituals of manhood.

Had her son, once so gentle and introspective, traded his innocence for the easy swagger of a brutish male? The idea gnawed at her. Perhaps he had grown harder, sharper—too eager to prove himself in a man’s world she had shielded him from. Or worse, would he come back resentful, holding her responsible for making him different from other boys, unprepared to succeed as a stereotypical male?

The thought stung, but she quickly brushed it aside. She had done her best. That had to be enough, no matter what walked through the door. Yes, she had done her best to save him from becoming like the men she despised.

Finally when she heard the sound of the front door opening, Amanda wiped her hands on a towel and turned toward the hallway with a bright smile. “Andrew! You’re back!”

Her son duffel bag slung over one shoulder, stepped inside and offered her a small, tired smile. His dark hair was messier than usual, and there was a heaviness in his posture that caught Amanda’s eye.

“Hey, Mom,” he said, his voice low.

Amanda’s smile turned with gentle concern. She walked over and wrapped him in a warm hug, pressing him  home deep into her bosoms. “Welcome home, sweetheart. I missed you.”

Andrew hugged her back but didn’t linger. As he set his bag down, Amanda studied his face. His eyes lacked their usual spark, and he avoided her gaze.

“How was your semester?” she asked gently. “Tell me everything.”

Andrew hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “It was… okay, I guess,” he said, shrugging.

Amanda wasn’t convinced. She placed a hand on his arm, her motherly instincts kicking in. “Okay? Honey, that doesn’t sound like you. What’s the matter? Something happen at school?”

He sighed and dropped onto one of the kitchen chairs, his shoulders slumping. “I don’t know, Mom. College just… wasn’t what I expected.”

Amanda pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. She rested her elbows on the table, her expression open and patient. “In what way? Was it the classes? The people?”

Andrew hesitated again, his fingers fiddling with the edge of his shirt. “I just… I didn’t fit in. Everyone seemed to find their place, but I didn’t. I felt like I was always on the outside, looking in.”

Amanda frowned, her heart sinking as she listened to Andrew’s words. He sat hunched over the table, his hands clasped tightly, knuckles pale against his skin.

“I thought joining a co-ed Greek Society would help,” Andrew began, his voice trembling slightly. “It was called ???.” 

“Why did you want to join that particular Greek society?” Amanda asked, her tone laced with curiosity, though there was an underlying worry in her eyes.

Andrew shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze lowering to his hands, which he fidgeted with nervously. He cleared his throat and hesitated before responding.

“It was different,” he said, his voice unsure. “I heard they had exciting parties.”

Amanda raised an eyebrow, her expression thoughtful. She studied him closely, sensing there was more to the story. “What sort of parties, Andrew?”

Andrew’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity, and he felt his heartbeat quicken as he spoke. “Secret parties… where guys and girls… do things. I thought I could meet a girl and, you know… get to… like the other boys”

Andrew’s honest words tugged at Amanda’s heart, she heard the vulnerability that he tried to conceal with awkwardness. She felt a mix of sympathy and protective instinct, but also the thrill of her own  victory.   Her years of careful training had succeeded in saving Andrew from ever achieving full manhood. She felt a twinge of sexual excitement.

Her eyes filled with tenderness and concern. “Poor dear,” she murmured, her voice soothing. “You still haven’t ever had a girlfriend, have you? Not a ‘real’ girlfriend, I mean.” She sighed, her gaze momentarily distant. “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you, Andrew?”

Andrew’s cheeks burned hotter  and he looked  away, his mind racing with the uncertainty of his own feelings. He was embarrassed to admit that the prospect of intimacy was so intimidating, and that he returned from college never even dating a girl

“You thought maybe you could find a girl in that Greek society who would take your virginity? What happened?”

He gave a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “It was a disaster.” Andrew’s gaze dropped to the table. “During initiation, they made us do all kinds of humiliating stuff,” he said, his voice tight. “Silly things, at first, like singing in public or wearing ridiculous outfits. But then… then it got personal. They said we had to share something secret, something nobody else knew.”

Amanda reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “And what did you tell them?”

Andrew swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I told them I like masturbating. That I masturbate a lot. I said it was harmless — just a hobby I loved. — That’s what you taught me, Mom, isn’t it?”

Amanda’s heart melted at the total shame in his voice. Her mind wandered back to the small, deliberate ways she had guided Andrew over the years and she smiled to herself with pride. “Yes, honey,” she said softly, her tone warm and reassuring. “Masturbation is part of a healthy sex life. I have always encouraged you to enjoy it and I’m proud that you have.”

“You told me it was OK to do it as much as I wanted, but not to talk about it with other kids. I guess I didn’t understand how they would think about it. It was a terrible mistake.”

“It’s a wonderful habit, Andrew. There’s nothing wrong with a boy masturbating.”

He let out a sharp breath. “That’s not what they thought. The girls acted all sweet at first, like they were interested. They coaxed it out of me, saying how cool it was, how sexy I must look when I did it.” He paused, his fists clenching. “But it was just setting me up for a trick.”

Amanda’s heart sank further. “What do you mean?”

Andrew exhaled shakily, his hands trembling as they rested on the table. “There was… there was a secret initiation. They said it was just for fun, a chance to show off what made us unique.” He paused, his jaw tightening. “They made me masturbate. Right there. In front of everyone.”

Amanda gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “What? Why did you do that?”

“They said they’d let me join if I showed them,” Andrew continued, his voice bitter. “At first I didn’t want to. I felt it would be too humiliating, doing it in front of them.”

For a moment, his usual shyness seemed to lift, replaced by a glimmer of his youthful enthusiasm.  “But you know how I’ve always liked showing off my masturbation.  You always liked to watch, and that used to make me feel proud. I thought of you, Mom, and suddenly wanted to do it.” Andrew’s expression softened y, a flicker of his old enthusiasm shining through.

Amanda’s expression shifted as she listened, her smile touched with a trace of nostalgia. She could picture it clearly—Andrew as a boy, perched beside her, his eyes wide with fascination as he explored his small penis. Those moments had always been special to her, seeing his wonder.

“But then,” he added quietly, “when I got older, you said I should do it in private.”

“I remember that,” she said softly. “It wasn’t because I didn’t want to see you masturbating  anymore, sweetheart.You were getting to be a big boy, and I just wanted to make sure you found your own way, your own way, perhaps with others.”

Andrew pressed his lips together, reflecting on her words. “I guess I never thought of it like that,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I just… missed sharing it with you.”

Amanda reached out and placed a hand gently on his arm, her touch full of reassurance. The room grew quiet, the silence heavy with unspoken appreciation and mutual understanding. 

“And what happened. Did you do it?  Did you masturbate  for them? The boys as well as the girls?”

Andrew’s cheeks flushed deeply, and he glanced down, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his shirt. “I thought… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,” he admitted, his voice low. “So I dropped my pants and started masturbating right there. They gave me some lotion and tissues, and at first, it was quiet. The girls were watching me, and I guess I got into it for a minute. I focused on my … penis, tuning out the crowd. It felt… like when I used to masturbate at home, just you and me.”

Amanda’s breath hitched as she pictured the scene: her son, vulnerable yet determined, pouring his focus into the craft he loved, oblivious to the eyes and intentions of those around him. Her heart ached at the thought of his sexual innocence being tested so publicly.

“But just as I was getting close to finishing,” Andrew continued, his voice trembling now, “the girls started laughing. They said my penis was so small it couldn’t possibly penetrate a real girl, just my hand.” He swallowed hard, his fists clenching at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. They were all laughing now.  “I didn’t know what to do. But I was too close; it was already starting and I couldn’t stop—I had to .. finish. So my cum shot out and kept shooting, as they laughed and leered at me.

“After the ejaculations  stopped, I heard the girls calling me a sissy,” he continued, his voice cracking. “And the guys were calling me weak, pathetic, not man enough for girls. And after, the next day they told others. Everyone soon knew and would laughwhen I walked by or they made stupid comments. It didn’t stop, ever.”

Amanda’s chest tightened. “Oh, Andrew…”

Andrew looked up at Amanda, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and shame. “That wasn’t even the worst of it, Mom.”

“Some of them took pictures. They sent them all over campus on WhatsApp. Now everyone has seen them—me masturbating and ejaculating while they laughed at me.” He shook his head, his face flushed with humiliation. “I’ll never live it down, everyone knows now, even strangers.”

“Oh, Andrew…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

His gaze remained fixed on the floor. “I felt so stupid,” he muttered, barely audible. “Like a total dork. Now I am some kind of joke to them.”

Amanda squeezed his hand gently. “You are not a joke,” she said firmly, her voice low but resolute. “You were brave, Andrew. It takes courage to open up and be yourself, especially in front of people who don’t understand boys like you.”

Andrew sobbed. “I feel like such a failure, Mom. Like… maybe they’re right about me. Maybe I am a sissy, weak. I … I’m a failure with girls.”

“Now honey, what makes you say that? You haven’t even tried yet.”

“That’s something else that happened. They made me tell them if I was a virgin during the initiation, and one of the girls in ??? sort of felt sorry. She asked me to her dorm room and said she’d give me a … she even called it a `pity fuck`. She was real sweet, and very pretty. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t … you know … get it hard for her.” His words hung in the air, raw and bitter. 

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Amanda whispered, her voice low and soothing.  “You’ve been through so much, and it breaks my heart to see you like this.” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, pressing his face against her large breasts, as his quiet sobs broke free, shaking his shoulders. Andrew could not see the smile of success on her lips. 

After a moment, Amanda eased back, her hands moving to rest firmly on his arms. She looked him straight in the eye. “No, Andrew,” she said with unwavering certainty. “They are not right. You’re exactly the son I always hoped for, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

Andrew frowned, uncertainty clouding his expression. “But I’m not… like other guys. I’m not tough, or loud, or…”

Amanda shook her head, cutting him off softly. “That’s exactly the point, sweetheart. I didn’t want you to be like other boys. I didn’t want a son who is loud, rude, and reckless—getting into fights or chasing after girls and causing trouble. That’s not the kind of man I wanted to raise, and that’s not the way I raised you.  And now it’s time I explained why.”

Andrew blinked at her, his confusion softening as curiosity began to take its place. 

“I wanted you to be gentle and sensitive,” Amanda said, her voice steady, each word laden with conviction. “Someone who sees the world differently. Someone who values creativity, kindness, and care over bravado or recklessness. That’s why, when you were little and just starting to play with your own genitals, we had those little talks. Do you remember?”

Andrew’s cheeks flushed faintly as he nodded, his gaze flickering between his trembling hands and her gentle face.

Amanda smiled warmly, the memory lighting up her expression. “I told you what you were doing is called ‘masturbating’ and that masturbation was perfectly normal and natural for boys. I wanted you to know it was something all boys did. I even let you practice while I watched, just to be sure you were doing it safely. And you liked that, didn’t you? Doing it for me? Showing me your progress?”

Andrew’s blush deepened, but smiled as he murmured, “Yeah… I liked it. It felt… special.” His penis swelled a little.

Amanda’s smile widened as she continued, her tone soft and affectionate. “You were so proud every time you had a big-boy finish while I watched,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “You had the cutest  little penis, so tiny back then! But you always put your heart into it, and I could see how much it meant to you, our times together with your penis.”

Andrew chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I did,” he admitted with both embarrassment and fondness.

“But later,” Amanda went on, her voice thoughtful, “I told you to do it in private. Not because I wanted to stop you, but because I wanted you to feel comfortable exploring it on your own, without worrying about my approval. I wanted masturbation to truly belong to you. And I made sure to give you everything you needed to  continue learning and growing as, yes, Andrew, as the masturbator I wanted you to be.”

She paused, and leaned slightly closer. “Do you remember when I gave you your first computer?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I remember,” he said, his voice carrying a touch of wonder as the memory of the world of masturbation opened to him. “I bet you didn’t know what all I did with it.”

“Silly boy, that wasn’t just a gift,” she said with a knowing smile. “It was my way of making sure you had the tools to keep deepening your masturbation .You’ve done so much with it — everything I hoped you would, my darling.”

Andrew looked at her, his brow furrowing slightly as the weight of her words began to sink in. He shifted in his seat, his gaze dropping unconsciously to his hands, which had become his first and only sex partner. 

For the first time, he began to see what she had done to him,the subtle way she had guided him onto the path of habitual, total,masturbation. He thought back to intimate moments with  Amanda sitting nearby as he stroked his tiny penis, her gentle applause when he achieved his first small emissions, and even the quiet independence she had encouraged when she told him to practice privately. His mind spun as he realized not that It hadn’t been random fun. l. She had been guiding him toward something she had destined him for from the first touch of his penis.

Andrew lifted his eyes to meet hers again. “You really thought about all of this, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice quiet but steady. He was an adult now, and he was feeling his sexuality in a new way, even though it scared him to see what his mother had planned for him.

Amanda smiled, her eyes glinting. “Of course I did,” she said proudly, without a hint of regret. “Everything I did, once we discovered your desire, was to supercharge the masturbation you love. Do you remember that special app, World Wide Wank, how it  mysteriously showed up on your computer one day? How it seemed to magically guide you to sites filled with things for masturbators?”

Andrew blinked, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. He nodded slowly.

“Those dominant, mature women giving you step by step jerk-off instruction? And the sassy young women modeling just for masturbators like you? Not to mention videos of other boys your own age eagerly masturbating, same as you..”

Amanda’s chuckle turned deeper, a playful glint of victory in her eyes. “And what about all those little gifts that seemed to show up out of nowhere? Oh, what a naughty Santa I was! An `exercise` vibrator just right to buzz your little dickie? Lubricating gel and cleanup towels in your bathroom? Darling,I made sure you always had everything you needed to keep your penis busy and happy. When you were old enough, I gave you plastic sleeves so you could experience how it felt to thrust and penetrate, in a safe controlled way,without a chance of getting girls in trouble, and they showed you how your hand is truly the best pussy, didn’t they!.” 

His mother was being so graphic, so explicit, so earthy that Andrew felt a shy prudishness. He groaned softly, burying his face in his hands to hide, as a nervous laugh escaped him. “Mom…”. 

Amanda’s smile grew even brighter. She relished Andrew’s obvious embarrassment, and it made her teasing and affectionate. “It worked, didn’t it, honey? You turned out to be a real Masturbator, just like I hoped.” Amanda leaned in just a little, her voice dipping lower, almost conspiratorial. “And you know what else? You are a grown man now, and you don’t  need pussy, ever..”

Andrew’s head shot up, his eyes widening in shock. “Mom! You… you want me to stay a virgin?? You hoped for me to  be just …  a masturbator?”

““Of course I do.” Amanda laughed, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, catching his eyes.  “Oh, don’t look so scandalized, sweetheart,” she said with a playful wink. “You’ve done just fine without pussy. You’ve poured your heart and creativity into your masturbation, and that’s a beautiful thing. Not every boy needs to follow the same path, you know.”

Andrew looked down at his hands, his fingers absently brushing the tabletop. He suddenly felt sad. “I always thought I just… found it on my own.”

Amanda smiled warmly. “You did, darling I just gave you a little nudge, and oh, how we loved when you masturbated for me! look at you now, you have more sex than other boys could dream of—masturbating, edging (you discovered that yourself!), having the best handsex a boy can have —  way more “pussy” than other boys your age. Andrew, you are exactly the son I dreamed of having. You make me so happy.”

They were silent for a while  as she gave him the time he needed to process everything they had just shared. The silence between them was warm and comforting, but as the moments passed, the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift. There was something unspoken in the air, a tension that Amanda could sense and chose to let unfold naturally.

“Let’s go into the family room. We’ll be more comfortable,” she said, guiding Andrew toward the cozy space. They settled beside each other on the couch, cushions sinking softly under their weigh as they felt a familiar relief

After a few minutes Andrew dared to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “Mom? Do you remember… when I first started masturbating? How, when you watched, you would…” His voice trailed off, as though he couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud.

“Yes, dear. I remember,” she said gently. “I know what you want to say. About how I took out my breasts for you.. I let you stare (that was so cute) and hold them, and you’d press your face into them. I even let you suck on the nipples, like when you were a baby. Remember how you liked to nurse?”

Andrew’s face flushed, and he nodded slowly. “Yeah… I remember.”

Amanda tilted her head slightly, studying him with a careful, maternal gaze.
“Is that what you want to tell me?”

Andrew swallowed hard, his voice small and hesitant. “Please don’t be mad, or think I’m being weird or something.”

“Of course not, sweetheart. I had a feeling you might be having those thoughts. It was such fun for both of us back then.” She paused for a moment before asking, “Has any girl ever let you touch her breast?”

Andrew’s embarrassment deepened, and he shook his head. “No.”

Amanda smiled softly, her voice  calm and steady now. “What would be the harm if we did that again? Would you like it?”

Andrew blinked at her with longing, but uncertain, now that he was a young man. “But… I thought I was too old for that now, I was afraid to ask.”

She gave his arm a gentle squeeze, her voice full of warmth and understanding. “You’re never too old for a little mothering. And you’re old enough now to make up your own mind. If it’s something that would make you feel comfortable, or bring you a little joy, I don’t see why we shouldn’t.”

Andrew hesitated, then nodded shyly. “Yeah… I think I’d like that.” Again, he felt his penis swelling and instinctively covered himself.

Amanda’s smile deepened and she hugged him once more, a silent promise of her unconditional love and support, and protection from shame

“Why don’t you just stretch out on the couch along here, and put your head in my lap.” 

Andrew lay down with his head only inches beneath her bosoms. They almost burst out of the tank top that he had knitted himself.. Amanda slowly, teasingly tugged down one side and flopped out a pillowy breast. Its soft, pendulous shape held comfort and Andrew’s eyes widened in surprise as he took it in. It was enormous — larger even than he remembered, as if it had grown in secret over the years, along with him

‘Wow,’ Andrew said, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘It’s… so enormous and soft..’

Amanda smiled warmly, smoothing her hand over curves as if it were an old friend. ‘A woman’s breasts change with age,’ she said, her tone a mix of wisdom and playfulness. “They soften, and sag. And I have put on a few pounds, too. I remember which ones you ejaculated to on the computer, the big floppy saggy ones, and as they have grown, I’ve hoped you would find them everything you always wanted .”

Andrew leaned closer, inspecting with a blend of awe and curiosity. ‘Does it still feel the same?’

Amanda chuckled, a soft, motherly sound that filled the room. ‘Go ahead, Andrew. Don’t be so shy, feel it for yourself. Some things stay the same, even as they grow.’

Andrew hesitated  reaching out, his fingers hovering just above the bare breast.  Finally, he brushed his hand across the orb, marveling at how soft and yielding it felt beneath his touch. His penis swelled even more.

Amanda watched him with an affectionate smile, her head tilting slightly as if studying his reaction. Then in her warm motherly tone, she said, ‘Andrew, let’s see what else might have grown along with my breasts. I want to see if those girls at college were being unfair to you.’ 

Andrew flushed and she began to unzip his trousers and reach inside. She pulled out his member with an exaggerated air of anticipation, her lips curving into a teasing smile. 

‘Oh my, oh dear.’ she said, inspecting them. Those girls were right. It’s still small. Almost tiny, like when you were a little boy. Remember how you used to giggle when I  teased you about your little dickie? How do you feel about that now?’ 

Andrew looked down, his cheeks warming, and with a small grin. ‘A little embarrassed,’ he admitted, his voice quiet but steady. Then, glancing back up at her, he added, ‘But… I kind of like it when you say that.’ 

Amanda laughed softly, “I know you do, honey. You always jerked off to the Small Penis Humiliation videos. Well, there’s no need to feel sad about having a small penis. Your father’s penis was very large and I didn’t like it at all.  Everything has its purpose and its charm, no matter the size. The little ones aren’t meant for pussy, but they are more fun to play with and tease, don’t you think? I guess Mr. Little here is one reason you are so shy around girls, isn’t it?”’ 

Her words felt reassuring and oddly profound, leaving Andrew with a mix of comfort, self-consciousness, and intense sexual excitement that he couldn’t quite untangle. 

Amanda smiled warmly, her tone encouraging and nostalgic. ‘Well,’ she said, tilting her head slightly, ‘would you show me how you masturbate with your little thing? Here, you can enjoy both of my breasts, and even nurse them while you touch yourself, just like you used to.’ 

Andrew’s breath caught for a moment, his pulse quickening with a mix of excitement and nervousness.  He glanced down at his member, so stiffly projecting from his trousers.  He hadn’t masturbated for her since he was grown, and he was trembling. He felt so excited he feared a premature accident if he even thought about that now. 

‘Uh… sure, Mom,’ he managed to say, his voice cracking just a little.

Amanda pulled down the tank top and exposed the other breast. She held the both out to him with an affectionate smile. ‘There,’ she said softly. ‘All ready for you.’ 

Andrew swallowed hard, then reached for his penis, slowly beginning to stroke. His heart raced as he sucked on one nipple, then the other, then burrowing his face between them.Their softness enveloped him like a warm embrace and they were lost in a timeless moment. 

‘I’ll try my best,’ he said, glancing up at her, his expression both eager and shy. He held this little penis  delicately between his fingers, taking a deep breath to steady himself as he quickened his strokes. . 

He stoked deliberately,  his fingers deftly working the shaft, through the fly of his pants  in precise motions. He tried to pace himself, to take his time and savor the moment, but the excitement bubbling within him refused to be contained.  His lifetime of masturbation was rushing through his entire being as each stroke came faster than the last, eagerness pushing him forward until, in a final, dramatic flourish, he spurted his liquid offering triumphantly for Amanda..

Amanda clapped her hands together, her face lighting up with genuine pride and affection. ‘Oh, Andrew, that’s wonderful!’ she exclaimed, her voice warm and full of praise. ‘You’re such a good masturbator, my good boy.’ She reached out and smothered his face between her breasts, as he sat there, flushed and slightly overwhelmed.

‘Thanks, Mom, I went … sort of fast I guess’ Andrew said, his voice soft and a little unsteady. He wasn’t sure if he was more exhilarated by her praise or unsettled by how quickly he had ejaculated. His hands rested awkwardly on his crotch, as if unsure what to do next, his dribbling member still clutched in his fingers. A flood of post-orgasm vulnerability filled him. 

Amanda leaned in closer, her voice gentle as she reassured him, ‘It’s all right, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter how quickly it went this time—what matters is that you enjoyed it.  There’s no rush. You’ll have plenty more chances to masturbate for me.’

She reached over and cleaned his little penis of cum, and led them back to the kitchen, for a snack. They chatted lightly at first—Amanda asking about his classes, professors, and the new projects he’d been assigned. Andrew answered distractedly, his mind circling back to something else, a weight he’d been carrying for days. Finally, as they sat at the table with their snacks, he broke the surface of his thoughts.  

‘Mom,’ he started, his tone hesitant but earnest. ‘Can I… talk to you about something?’  

Amanda set her glass down, her warm brown eyes softening with immediate attention. ‘Of course, sweetheart. You can talk to me about anything.’  

He nodded, looking down at his hands. ‘Yeah. Now that everybody knows what happened with the Greek society, well, maybe I should just give up on finding a girlfriend or being like the other guys. ‘No girl will date me once she hears about me,’ he went on, his voice thick with frustration and resignation. ‘And honestly? I’m not sure I’d even know what to do if she did.’ He gave a short, self-conscious laugh, shaking his head. ‘I don’t even think I could do it with a girl, I’m so used to masturbating, you know? I guess you kind of made me that way.’  He felt his limp damp penis so warm and content in his shorts.

A flicker of guilt passed through Amanda, but she remained calm and attentive as he continued.  

‘It’s OK, really,’ Andrew added quickly, glancing up at her. ‘I like it that way, actually. Masturbating is my everything; Pussy” (he was proud he could talk like this with his mother), “is for normal guys, the real men.”. But… sometimes I wish I knew there were others like me. People who understand, other masturbators, you know?’ His voice cracked slightly, betraying a vulnerability he rarely let show, mixed with desire.  

Amanda squeezed his hand gently. ‘You’re a wonderful young man, Andrew. Thoughtful, talented, and kind. The right people will see that. And as for masturbation…’ She smiled, a hint of playfulness returning to her tone. ‘It’s not just something you do alone. It’s something you can share—if you want to. You’re not as alone as you think, sweetheart. You just haven’t found your tribe yet.’  

Andrew looked up, confused. “What do you mean?”

Amanda leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement. “I have a surprise for you. It’s something I’ve been meaning to share for a while, and I think now is the perfect time.”

Andrew frowned, curiosity piqued. “A surprise?”

Amanda nodded. “You’re not the only boy who loves masturbating, Andrew.  And I’m not the only mom who has a virgin chronic masturbator for a son. There are others like us. In fact, I’m part of a special group—a special MOMS’ sewing circle.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “A mom’s sewing circle?”

“Yes,” Amanda said with a grin. “And that’s M-O-M-S: Mothers of Masturbating Sons. It’s a secret society  of mothers like me who feel the same way about raising boys. We all wanted our sons to grow up gentle and sensitive, not loud and rough like ‘manly men.’ When boys grow up and start having sex with girls, they become hard to manage. They get all puffed up and macho and everything. The mothers in MOMS   catch their sons before First Pussy and train them to be masturbators, just like I taught you.”

Andrew’s eyes widened. “You mean… there are other guys like me who don’t have girlfriends, who just masturbate, too?”

“Absolutely,” Amanda said. “And they’re just like you—talented, creative, and proud of being chronic masturbators. The moms meet regularly to watch their sons masturbate, learn techniques, and show off their skills. They share all kinds of sexy pictures and videos, masturbation machines and toys, and the boys even masturbate each other sometimes. Oh don’t make a face at that. MOMS teaches boys to collaborate and learn from one another, and the moms love to see them sharing their handpussies with each other.

“As a virgin you will fit right in, because none of the boys have girlfriends, not in a sexual way. But there will be girls your age at the circle. The moms’ bring their daughters to learn how to manage boys, and the girls like to watch and hang out with the boys. Girls know masturbators are safe in their friendzones.”

Andrew’s face brightened, the weight on his shoulders lifting slightly. “That… actually sounds kind of amazing.”

Amanda reached over and squeezed his hand. “I told the other moms about you coming home from college, and they were so excited. They’ve even arranged a special meeting tonight, just for you.”

Andrew’s jaw dropped. “Wait… really?”

Amanda smiled warmly. “Yes. They can’t wait to meet you and see what a special boy you are.. You are up for another demo, aren’t you? I thought so.”

A grin slowly spread across Andrew’s face. “This is… wow. I never thought there’d be something like this. Thank you, Mom!!!!”

Amanda laughed softly, standing up from her chair. “You’re welcome, honey. Now, you’d better go get ready. No playing with your dickie until  the meeting, okay?”

Andrew chuckled, the first genuine laugh she’d heard from him in days. “Okay, Mom. I’ll be ready.” His penis stirred again in his pants as he wondered if he knew any of the MOMs when he was growing up..

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