Onania Masturbator Forum: Cool Mom: Boys Will Be Boys

One day after school I invited my friend John to come over and check out my huge stash of Playboys, Penthouse and Club magazines. I explained my mom was at work so we could look at the beautiful naked ladies at our leisure. 
This is an old one I wrote years ago for a Masturbation story site that’s no longer around. They title it: Cool Mom: Boys Will Be Boys.

We were both 15 and he readily agreed. When we got home I brought the box of dirty mags out to the den. I took a stack to the couch and he took some mags and sat in the recliner. Soon those beautiful ladies had caused my jeans to tent with pre-cum making a nasty stain where my dick head struggled to be free.

I had set this whole thing up and now it was time to do it. It was 4:15 p.m. I looked over at John and said, Sorry, man but I can stand it any more.

With that I stood, then stripped naked in a matter of seconds. I then got on the couch on my knees and started jerking for all I was worth. Damn, it felt good. John was shocked. Then he laughed. Shit, man don’t mind me, he said. Make yourself at home. I just let out a sigh, and said, I’m sorry but these ladies are getting to me. I had to do this.

Apparently, he said. I just kept stroking, breathing heavy. Tickling my balls. Reveling in being naked and lost in the pleasure of jerking off.

The first part of my plan worked great so far. If he was surprised by my lack of inhibitions, he hadn’t seen anything yet. 

After a few more minutes, John said, Damn, I can’t stand it either. He unzipped, pulled out his dick and balls and started stroking on the easy chair.

And that’s when I heard the familiar sound of mom’s car pulling up the driveway and into the garage. John freaked out! He stood up quickly, put his dick and back in his pants, zipped up and started stuffing dirty mags under the chair. I just kept stroking. Naked as a jaybird, lost in masturbatory bliss, surrounded by beat off mags covered in nasty cum stains from my dick and my expert handiwork.

I heard the engine shut off in the garage, just one door away in laundry room near the kitchen. Jason! John shouted. You’re mom’s home. Yeah, I moaned, still stroking. Looks like it.

She’s gonna catch us! he said. I ignored him. Her car door closed.

Get dressed, dammit! What are you doing? She’s gonna catch us!

My dick grew harder with the anticipation of it. My 7 inch shaft was covered and glistening with precum. I continued to jerk off with naked abandon. It was almost showtime.

I heard the keys in the door. John was looking alternately at me and then back at the open breezeway to the kitched, wide-eyed in shock. The door closed behind her, as mom let out a sing-song, Jaaason. I’m home honey.

John looked as if he wanted to run, but he was too shocked and just stood there. Seconds later came the moment I had planned for. Mom stepped into the breezeway, a bag of groceries in her hand, looking smart in her business dress, her auburn hair dangling to just above her ample tits. 

Hi, boys, she said cheerily. The look of awe on John’s face was priceless. He was certain moments ago I was going to be grounded for months if I was caught in this state and all we got from mom was a warn greeting. I continued jerking off, my bare ass sending mom a bright white moon, but I turned and said hello to her. She smiled. Having fun with your magazines, dear? she asked. Yeah, I said. Good for you, she said.

What I hadn’t told John in advance was that about a month earlier mom had caught me in the act of jerking off for about the sixth time. The first two times were accidents. Really. I was in my room naked, doing what I do best — scanning my skin mags and beating my meat. Then mom pops through the door, the first time with my laundry, the next time with a question. Both times she just kind of giggled, gave me that warm smile of hers with a sparkle in green eyes and left. The time she had my laundry, she made a parting joke. Guess you won’t be needing these anytime soon, she chuckled, referring to my clothes.

After that I was hooked on getting caught in my birthday suit with my hands in the cookie jar. The thrill, the naughtiness, exposure and vulnerability. And by the sixth time she caught me, mom realized these were no accidents. I was setting her up. That was the time I was in the den at 10 at night, naked on the couch, and tried to claim I thought she had gone to bed. I knew good and well she was coming back out of her room to watch tv and she knew that I knew.

I think you’re doing this on purpose, she said bluntly. You like it when I catch you masturbating, don’t you, Jason?

My dick gave me away. Already hard, it began to twitch and bob under the questioning, practically begging for more stimulation. Mom took notice of this evidence just as a huge glob of precum dropped from dick in a long slippery string to the carpet. There was no denying it. Yes, I said.

Yes what, she asked.

Yes, I’m getting caught on purpose.

Do you like jerking off in front of me?

Yes, I said.

Hmmm, she grunted, standing over her naked son, arms folded. Oh, well, she said, finally smiling. If you’re an exhibitionist, might as well do it at home where you won’t get arrested. I just smiled and said, Thanks, Mom! Then I grabbed my dick and started jerking off like crazy right in front of her.

It was just me and mom at home when I was growing up and from that point on I had the green light to strip and beat off anywhere in the house I felt like, anytime. Her only admonition? Use a napkin and aim straight, she’d say with a wink. I once overheard her joking with my aunt that I do it so much we should buy stock in Bounty. The sound of my aunt’s playful laughter coming through the phone made me hard instantly. Oops, mom said, Stock’s rising again. And I could hear my aunt share mom’s laughter as I began to jerk off in a standing position just a few feet away.

I knew no other kid would be lucky enough to have this home arrangment and knew what a rush it would be to put John in this situation. And it was going better than planned.

Jason, mom said cheerily, as John still looked on in shock. I hate to interrupt your little jackoff session, but there’s ice cream and milk in the backseat that needs to be brought in right away. Yes, ma’am, I said, and padded naked past her, my dick hard and sticking out like a divining rod leading the way. Give me a hand, John, I called out. Stunned, he followed. to the closed garage. We brought the groceries back in, set them on the kitchen table. Ok,. she said, get back to your fun. Then she grabbed a paper towel and handed it to me. And don’t forget this! she said, giggling and making a jerking motion with her curled right hand. She gave my bare ass a playful swat with her open palm as I walked past her.

I’m surprised you’re not beating off too, John, mom said casually. He was speechless. He just started when you drove up and then he stopped, I answered.

Well, if it feels good, do it, she said. Don’t mind me, I don’t care.

Moments later, John was naked, sitting in the easy chair, stroking his dick and checking out the beautiful naked chicks. His clothes in a pile on the floor. Meanwhile I was on the couch, occupied with Clarrissa, Pet of the Month for October, wacking away for all I was worth. Mom stepped back in the room to ask John if he wanted to stay for supper just as we both hit our peaks. Above our moans, as thick steams of cum shot out of our dick heads, arcing high, we could both hear mom gigglling. Boys will be boys, she said.