Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 15:58:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Marsh Subject: Watch Me - Chapter 1 ***This story is a work of complete fiction. NONE of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you're reading this, then you are a Nifty reader. Please donate to help keep the Nifty archive going! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) I am trying to respond to everyone, but sometimes I can't get to you all. Just know that your feedback is appreciated!!*** Watch Me – Part 1 Around ten years old, I was caught stroking my dick in a Mall restroom. I was in a men's bathroom stall with my pants all the way down to my ankles. I knew that, if someone really tried, he could see me through the crack in the door. Every time someone tried to open the stall door I felt a rush along with mixed feelings of fear that the door would open, and a hope that it would open. I didn't want to be caught but at the same time I wanted to be caught. On this particular day, I was masturbating at full speed without realizing that the latch for the stall door was faulty. When the latch was pulled enough times from the outside, the lock slipped a little each time, until finally it was unlocked. When the door opened, it was so unexpected that I jumped and covered my crotch. The man that opened the door, looked surprised as well. "Oops!" The man said, averting his eyes. "Everyone has to pull their meat. Don't forget to lock the door." My pulse was racing as I watched the man who was old enough to be my grandpa, linger a bit and then he glanced to give me a quick look. He closed the door and then I heard the rustling of his pants as he left the restroom. Of course, I was too stunned to have said anything and I don't know what I would have said anyway. I sat back and caught my breath, feeling the hot rush of ecstasy run through me. I began mentally kicking myself for covering up when the door had opened. I felt that I should have kept on masturbating even as the man spoke to me. I would have let him look as long as he wanted. I resumed masturbating at a faster rate and I didn't bother to lock the stall door this time. My heart raced every time I heard someone enter the restroom and I tensed my body as I prepared to be caught again. I kept telling myself that, no matter how scared I was, I wasn't going to cover up when the stall door opened. I heard half a dozen people enter the restroom until finally my stall door opened. I was staring at the shocked face of a black guy who looked like he was in college. I braced myself and fought the urge to cover up, or to stop stroking. My hand slowed on my dick and my heart was racing so fast, but I didn't cover up at all. "Man! Do that shit at home!" The black guy said as he slammed the stall door shut. I continued jacking off at a fast rate, until I was edging myself from having an orgasm. I heard someone enter the stall next to me and I hoped he could see that I was jacking off from my shadow under the stall. Next I heard a man's voice as he approached my stall and I decided to ignite my orgasm as he opened the door to look at me. I waited but finally I saw his feet linger at my stall door and I could tell that he was talking on a cell phone. I tensed my body and jacked my dick at a furious speed and I could feel the warm tickle start on my dick as the door began to open. My legs flexed and my teeth clenched as the man's wide eyes saw me. I was having one of the best orgasms of my life and it was fueled by the eyes of this complete stranger. A loud moan escaped through my barred teeth as I made eye contact with the man. I saw him gasp and fumble with his phone as he quickly moved to close the stall door. All I could do is grit my teeth and let my body convulse with every wave of my powerful orgasm. I heard the man on the phone quickly leave the bathroom and I wondered what the guy in the stall next to me was thinking. I sat back in my seat again, catching my breath and wondering why I hadn't let people catch me before. I was completely worn out and my dick was twitching and sore. I heard the guy in the next stall flush his toilet and then exit. As I was pulling on my shirt and getting ready to leave, I could hear people talking outside the bathroom door. As I listened, I could hear the squawk of a police radio. My heart was racing again and I was betting that one of the men who saw me, had called the mall security. There weren't any other exits from the bathroom, so I had to hope that the security guys were out there for some other reason. Just before exiting the bathroom, I could hear one man who must have been one of the security guys say, "I don't know. Somebody called security because some guy was exposing himself." My heart was pounding but I didn't have anywhere to go. I tried to calm myself, taking deep breaths and then I walked out. Four very intimidating security men were just outside the door wearing blue mall cop uniforms. One of the men stepped in front of me and asked how long I'd been in the restroom. "Only a few minutes." I lied. "Did you see anyone else in there?" Another security man asked. I let out a quiet sigh of relief as I noticed the men looking over my head, expecting someone else to come out of the restroom. It was clear that they weren't expecting a young boy like me to be the one who was exposing himself. "I think like, three people left since I was in there." I said. It was a misleading truth but it looked like they bought it. I was told to go straight to an adult if I ever saw anything `odd' happen. I agreed and then went off, feeling like the luckiest person alive. I loved this new turn-on that I had discovered and I couldn't stop thinking about it on my walk home. I had always toyed with the idea of someone watching me, or catching me, but I had never considered actually letting it happen. From the close call with the mall security, it was clear that it was a bad idea to do it in such a public place, or at least the mall. When I got home the house was quiet since Mom hadn't gotten home from work yet. I went straight to my room, threw my backpack on the floor and lay on my bed to jack off again. My dick was still sore but I needed to cum. I pictured the startled faces of the men who had walked in on me, and I quickly came again as I remembered the man who saw me as I had my orgasm before. I was weak after having two good orgasms so I made myself a ham sandwich in the kitchen. I guzzled the can of soda and took huge bites from my sandwich, feeling like I hadn't eaten in forever. A good cum can wear you out! I did my homework at the kitchen table while my Mom started on dinner. I tried to focus, but I couldn't stop thinking about other possible ways to `get caught' jacking off. I thought about going to the restrooms at the park, but I could still get into trouble there. I pondered whether it would be less of a risk at the park since they didn't have security like at the mall. I decided that the next day after school, I would go to the park and give it a shot. I stoked my dick through my pants under the kitchen table, thinking about what might happen at the park. I watched Mom taking stuff out of the refrigerator and cutting things on the counter. I wondered if I inherited this urge to be caught from Mom or from Dad. I wondered if maybe that is why Mom and Dad the divorce; because one of them liked getting caught too much. The truth was, they fought about a lot of things, and perverted sex stuff most likely wasn't the reason. There was always the possibility that I was just more perverted than my parents. Maybe I was some sort of pervert freak. Whatever I was, I liked it. At school the next day, I made sure most of my homework was done during lunch. My friend Ryan kept asking questions about why I was working so hard if I could do it after school. I thought about telling him what I wanted to do at the park, but I wasn't sure he would like it. I finally lied to him, saying that my Dad was coming over after school and I wanted to make sure it was all done. I considered telling Ryan the truth again, before lunch was over, but I decided not to. Ryan and I had masturbated together several times during sleep overs and we had even enjoyed some dry humping on a few nights, but what I was going to do, might be taking it too far. I raced to the park after school and I was surprised to see that there weren't that many people. There was an elderly couple walking on a path into the dense woods, and off in the distance I could see a jogger through the trees. This wasn't like the mall's many, continuous crowds. I made my way into the men's restroom, which smelled like piss and urinal cakes. There was only one toilet stall and someone forgot to flush. I flushed and closed the large metal door without locking it. After wiping the seat I pulled my pants all the way down and took my shirt off. I sat there, stroking my dick, waiting for someone to come in. It seemed like I waited forever, but it was probably only about a half hour. I heard footsteps and picked up the pace on my dick. I could see tennis shoes under the stall where the guy stood at the urinal, and it was a letdown knowing that he wouldn't walk in on me. The guy took a quick piss and then left without washing his hands. I waited even longer for the next person to come in. I could see the man's shoes as he walked up to the stall door, ready to open the door, but then he stopped. The man stepped back and I could tell he was leaning against the wall, waiting. The problem with these park restroom stalls was there was a huge gap under the divider. Anyone could tell that the stall was in use just with a quick glance. I stretched my legs out in front of me and rubbed my dick fast so that my hand was slapping my skin on every down stroke. I wanted this guy to know that I was in the stall jacking off. I was letting out audible gasps as I rubbed myself and I saw the guy step forward, away from the wall. He knew that I was masturbating and it was turning me on, almost as much as if he'd walked in on me. I heard the man step toward the stall and I could tell that he was trying to look through the opening between the door and the divider, but the angle was off and he couldn't see me. "You should be careful." The man's voice echoed. I slowed my jacking. I didn't expect him to talk and it startled me. When I saw that he wasn't going to leave the restroom I resumed jacking at full speed. I saw the man shift his weight from foot to foot. "Somebody could walk in on you." The man cautioned. My legs were twitching as I pleasured myself and I responded, "I know." The echo of my voice made my reply seem louder that I had intended. I watched the man's feet move like he was indecisive and then my heart sank as I saw him move to the exit of the restroom. I let out a grunt in anger, but then I saw the man's shoes quickly reappear next to the stall. "It looks like no one is nearby." He said. I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but I figured maybe he wanted me to keep going. I continued jacking my dick and watched him step closer to the stall. I was getting really turned on knowing that he was listening. "You can come in here." I offered in a shaky voice. I heard the man gasp and then move around again, as if unsure. "I could get in trouble if someone saw me." He said. "Check again." I told him. It took a few seconds for it to register that I was telling him to go outside to make sure no one was close by. I heard the man rush outside and then back again, but he paused near the door. "Please?" I asked him. "I'm about to get my good feeling "You won't tell?" The man asked with a nervous voice. "I won't tell." I promised. My hand was moving at light speed on my dick as I saw the stall door open slightly. I could see part of the man's head of sandy blonde hair and I could see that he had round silver glasses on. He was looking at me; watching me pleasure myself. "Open the door all the way." I grunted, hearing my voice shake. I saw the door open and the slightly overweight man stepped half way into the stall. I spread my legs wide to give him a good look and my eye caught the bulge in his pants as he watched me. "Here it comes!" I moaned. My body jolted as my orgasm hit hard and I let out an involuntary grunt that echoed. I pinched my ten year old throbbing cock that was only three inches long, as each wave of the orgasm made my body twitch. I saw the man put his right hand on his hard-on, massaging it through his jeans at a fast pace. The waves of my orgasm were so intense, it almost scared me. I had no control over my body, and all I could do was let my body tense and convulse as I tried not to fall into the toilet. As my orgasm lessened, I sat back feeling the after-twitches of my body. I was catching my breath and watching the man in front of me mash the crotch of his jeans like crazy. "You like people watching you too?" I asked between breaths. "Yes." The man said, "Especially boys." I kept my eyes on the older guy who could have been a few years younger than my mom. I knew that as long as my eyes were on him, I was giving him a hot tickle inside. It looked like it might have been uncomfortable "Pull it out." I suggested. The man sucked in a quick breath and then slowed on rubbing himself. He was thinking about whether he should do it or not, but eventually came all the way in and shut the stall door. "They can still see that we are both in here." He said as he unbuckled his belt. "Then hurry." I breathed as I watched him unzip. The man unzipped just enough to pull his hard-on out of his underwear, and it was the biggest that I had ever seen. I sat up on the toilet seat when I saw that his dick was bigger than my dad's was. Of course I had only seen my Dad's dick when it was soft, but this stranger's dick had to be bigger either way. It looked like the man had about seven or eight inches in length and the whole thing looked like a tree trunk that was topped off with a head that was smaller than I would expect. "You ever seen an adult cock before?" The man asked as he started to stroke himself. I shook my head in response, "Just my Dad's but he wasn't hard when I saw him. I see some on the web too, but nothing real." "Mine is your first grown-up hard-on?" He asked, almost to himself. "That's so fucking hot!" He gasped as he picked up the speed on his dick. "Can I see your balls?" I asked. The man's eyes widened and he quickly pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. "You can see anything you want, kid." He said with a shaky excitement. I watched the man jut his jacking hard-on forward and he took a few steps forward to that he was only a couple of feet away. My eyes were at eye level with his balls, since I was sitting down so I got a good look. "You like what you see?" He asked me. I nodded my head, looking up at him and smiling. This was great, getting to see whatever I wanted. "What's your name, Kid?" He asked. "Mark." I answered. "What's yours?" "Gary." He said, in a deep moan as he jacked himself harder. Gary kept inching his way closer to me until I had to lean back so his jacking fist wouldn't hit my forehead. "Mark," He moaned, "Next time you see your Dad's cock, reach out and stroke it for him. Okay?" "Stroke my Dad's dick?" I asked with an expression of disgust. "Oh yeah! Make him feel good." He groaned. "And your Mom. Reach right out and pinch her pussy until she cums." I was pretty sure that I would never actually do what this man was suggesting, but it seemed to be turning him on, so I agreed. "Okay." I said. Gary was breathing hard and stroking himself at light speed with his balls right in my face. I took a chance and reached out to gently touch his ball sack. I felt his body flinch at my contact and he moaned a bit louder. It was the first time I was touching pubic hair and it felt much softer than I had expected. I stroked the tips of my fingers along his large balls, thinking that they could be chocolate Easter eggs by their size. Suddenly I noticed the man's nuts move upward to hug the base of his dick. I heard Gary grunt loudly and then move so that the pubes on his balls tickled my cheek. "You're making me cum, kid!" Gary moaned. "I'm gonna shoot my load!" I kept tickling his balls and moved my mouth forward to kiss his left nut and that's when he grabbed my head, mashing my face against him. I could still breathe but it startled me a little. Gary let out a continuous moan and I felt his body shudder against me. I could feel hot ropes of his cum landing on my head and I kept stimulating him with my lips and my fingers. I stuck my tongue out to lap it against the curly hair on the soft skin of Gary's nuts and I immediately felt him flinch and hold my head tighter. It looked like Gary's knees might give out at any second because he kept bending them and staggering slightly. I kept my face buried in his crotch, remembering his words `You're making me cum, kid!' It was awesome knowing that `I' was the cause of such an intense orgasm. We both jumped when we heard a deep throated cough from outside the stall. I could hear the scuffing of feet as someone had just entered the bathroom. Gary stepped back, trying to pull his pants up and I reached down, fumbling at pulling up my pants and briefs. "What the hell is going on in there?" The voice of an old man echoed off the walls. "It's okay. I'm helping him." Gary called out. "The hell you are! I'm calling the cops!" The old man said. Gary was finishing buckling up has pants and his hands were shaking, like mine. We heard the old man shuffle out of the bathroom and it sounded like he couldn't move very fast. I finished pulling my pants up and was ready to bolt out of the bathroom. "We gotta leave quickly!" Gary whispered. He gasped and then quickly unrolled toilet paper, dabbing at the cum in my hair. I took the toilet paper from him and took over cleaning my head up. As we left the bathroom we hurriedly walked toward the parking lot. I could hear the old man far behind us shouting stuff out, but Gary held onto me as we rushed, keeping me from looking back. "Need a ride home?" Gary asked, giving me a look like he was afraid I'd say `yes'. I shook my head to say `no' and with that, Gary ran into the parking lot where I couldn't see him. I turned in the other direction, running along the back trail that would lead to my neighborhood. In the distance I could hear the sound of screeching tires from a car that was speeding away. When I got home, I gulped several glasses of water because my mouth had gone dry. I sat at the kitchen table hoping that my new friend, Gary, had gotten away in time. As we were running away, I don't think I saw anyone else in the vicinity, so he was probably okay. My heart was still racing and my hands were shaky as I tried to calm myself. Every few minutes, I was looking out of the window to see if any cop cars were driving by, but I didn't see any. It took a lot of water in my hair to get the dried cum out of my light brown strands. Cum had an interesting texture when wet and it was nothing like what I expected. When I finally calmed myself enough to think about what had happened, I found myself thinking more about the sex play in the stall than getting yelled at by the old man. The memory of Gary's thick hard-on was enough to make my dick stiff again. I recalled his smell and the thin skin of his nut sack as his balls moved on their own. I remembered salty taste of his skin and his pubic hair as he shuddered against me. Before I knew it, I was jacking off in the middle of the kitchen. My pants and briefs had dropped to my ankles and there I was, exposed and pleasuring myself. It only took a few strokes of my dick to give me another intense orgasm. I looked at the clock, noticing that it was almost 5:30 and that Mom would be home soon. I pulled my pants back up, laughing to myself at the thought of my mom's shocked face if she ever caught me jacking off in the kitchen. The idea was funny because of the setting, but it was erotic because of the situation. I remembered Gary's suggestion in the bathroom stall, `Reach right out and pinch her pussy until she cums.' The words made me shiver slightly at the thought of my own mother being mixed with something sexual, but it got me thinking. Perhaps I would never do anything sexual, but I wouldn't mind if she caught me jacking off. At least, if Mom caught me, she wouldn't call the cops. As I threw my backpack on the floor by my computer desk, I tried to imagine her walking in on me as I really got into rubbing my dick. The image in my head sent a warm tickle through me, as I imagined her seeing my hand on my dick. I wondered if Mom would be willing to stand there and watch me. Would Mom walk away? Would Mom yell at me or would she examine me and study my body as I had my orgasm? My dick was rock hard once more and I wanted to jack off again. I looked at my watch, seeing that mom would be home any minute. I scooted my chair forward at the computer desk in my room and began massaging my sore cock under the desk. I pictured Mom's face again and imagined her walking over to my bed as I lay there naked and stroking my dick super-fast. Mom makes eye contact with me and then her eyes stay fixed on my cock. I jumped in my seat as I heard the front door open. My pulse raced again as I pondered whether to keep masturbating under the desk or to stop. The situation was too thrilling to stop, so I kept right on mashing my erection with my left hand, while my right hand used the computer mouse to act like I was surfing the net. "Mark, I'm home!" Mom yelled out from down the hall. "Hey mom!" I answered, feeling a hot jolt of ecstasy run through me. There was something about the mix of danger of being caught and the everyday conversation with my mom that added an extra hot tickle to my cock. I loved it. "I'm too tired to cook today." Mom said as she passed by my open door and into her bedroom. "Let's order pizza." "Okay." I called out, as I mashed my cock at a faster rate. Every syllable between my mom and I was like engaging in some new and exciting form of erotic play. I unzipped my fly and pulled my dick through the overlap of my briefs. I started masturbating at such a fast rate that I could hear my knuckles knock quietly against the desk. I was right on the edge of having another orgasm when she walked into my room. I immediately stopped rubbing myself and stayed still as I pinched my dick tightly under the desk. "How was school?" Mom asked as she ruffled my hair. "Good." I barely said. Mom kissed the top of my head a few times, sending powerful tingles through me. My whole body stiffened as I started my orgasm with my Mom's third kiss on the top of my head. "Did you get your homework done?" She asked, placing a hand on each of my shoulders. Every touch and movement and every sound from my Mom was stirring erotic waves in my strong orgasm. "Yeah." I said, trying to sound normal. Mom tiled my head back so I was looking up at her and my eyes half way closed in ecstasy. She placed both of her hands on my cheeks, examining my expression. "You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?" She asked. I gently held my Mom's right hand with my own, letting her touch feel sexual. "I'm okay." I mumbled through the waves of pleasure. "Alright." Mom said, not looking entirely convinced. I still had my head tilted back when she leaned forward to gently kiss my forehead. I let out a quiet gasp and reached up to pull her head down to keep it there. She let her kiss linger which sent erotic jolts of bliss to my cock which was trying to pump out cum that it couldn't make yet. I held her there longer and she stayed, bringing her arms around my neck to hug me. My breath was uneven against her neck as I clenched my teeth and tried not to shudder in erotic joy at the closeness. When my orgasm was fading, I lightened up on my hug. Mom stood back up, smiling down at me. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again. I nodded me head, letting out an exhausted sigh. "I'm just tired I guess." This time Mom appeared satisfied with my response. "You want pepperoni?" She asked when she stopped in the hallway. I smiled and nodded to say `yes' and then she walked off down to the kitchen. I let out another sigh of relief and stroked my tired cock a bit more as I came to terms with what just happened. I couldn't believe that I just had an orgasm while my Mom hugged and kissed me. Before, it never occurred to me to think of my Mother in a sexual way, but this seems to have started something. I loved her caress as I came and I wanted to experience more of it. As we sat on the couch in the living room, watching tv and eating pizza, I couldn't help but wonder what Mom might look like naked. As I imagined her large tits, I was filled with both an urge to stop thinking about it, along with an urge to keep going. My thoughts were naughty and that's what seemed to make them erotic as well. I tried to recall my bath sessions with Mom when I was little but I could only think of a vague image of what she may have looked like. All of the thoughts about Mom being naked got me hard again and I was deciding whether or not to let her catch me jacking off. Of course, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to get caught by her. I was in love with this new sensation of mixing Mom with sex and my mind was racing to figure out ways to make it happen again. Getting caught jacking off was one way to get that back. I could try to cum again while Mom was kissing me. One good idea entered my mind and I acted on it right away. "Mom? What does `masturbate' mean?" I asked. Mom was chewing on a mouth full of pizza when I saw her wide eyes fix on me. "Wow." She said and then she took a sip of her water to wash down the pizza. "That's out of the blue." She added. "Is it bad?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. "No." Mom hurried to say. I could see that she was having trouble formulating how to respond. Finally she said, "It's a way of pleasuring yourself...sexually." Mom's face turned bright red as she said those words and she couldn't look at me. I felt my dick stir and decided to keep going with it. "How?" I asked. "Maybe you should ask your Dad next time you're together." Mom offered. "But you said I could ask you anything about sex stuff. Besides, I won't get to stay with Dad until next weekend." I complained. A few years ago, when Mom and Dad were still married they told me that if I ever had a question about something sex related they would answer it and I wouldn't get in trouble for asking. This promise was probably much easier to handle when both parents could tackle it, but now it was all up to Mom. Mom took a deep breath and set her slice of pizza down on the paper plate. She stared at her food for a minute but then she finally said, "It's a little awkward to be talking about this, especially since I wasn't expecting it." "Sorry. " I said. I didn't want Mom to drop the subject completely so I told her, "What if I told you what I thought it was, and then you can tell me if I'm right?" "Sure." Mom agreed, "That sounds fair." "Is it when a girl kisses a guy 'down there'?" I asked, pointing to my crotch. I knew that I was being dishonest but this way I could ensure that we stayed on the subject. I figured that if I gave a wrong enough answer, Mom would have to explain it to me. Mom chuckled at my answer, but she shook her head. "That's not it." She took another deep breath and turned to face me on the couch. I'd never seen my Mom look so nervous before, but she finally spoke. "Does your penis ever get hard?" It was my turn to turn red as I heard the word `Penis' come out of my Mom's mouth. I smiled, and answered, "Yeah, it gets hard a lot." "Okay." Mom continued. "When a boy's penis gets hard, it's called an erection." My body began to surge with that warm tickle as my Mom talked about sex with me. I could swear she could hear my heart pounding in my chest. "And when a boy gets an erection he rubs it to make it feel good." Mom added, taking a drink from her water glass. "It feels good when you rub it?" I asked, as if I didn't do it ten times per day. "Yes." She answered. "And that's what masturbating is." I didn't want the discussion to end so I said, "Whoa. I can feel mine getting hard right now." My chest was pounding with my heart beat and it felt like a dream watching my Mom's surprised reaction. Perhaps it was less like a dream and more like watching it on a movie. "That happened last time Ryan and I were talking about sex stuff." I added. "Oh." Mom said, as she turned her eyes away from me. "How do I rub it to make it feel good?" I asked as I pressed my hand onto my crotch. "Don't do it now, honey." Mom snapped. "But how will I know how to make it feel good?" I asked. "Ask your Dad next weekend." She told me. "Dad will teach me how?" I asked, knowing full well that my Dad wouldn't. "No." Mom said, pausing in thought. "Then how will I know?" Mom let out a quick frustrated breath and stared at the coffee table before telling me, "You have to promise not to tell anyone that I ever talked to you about this. Okay?" I nodded my head quickly in agreement; feeling that awesome hot tickle in my dick again. Mom held up her index finger and then wrapped all of the fingers of her other hand around it. "You can do it like this." She said, moving her fist up and down. Then, she took only her thumb, index finger and middle finger and pinched her extended finger, moving up and down. "Or you can do it like that, because yours is probably too small for your whole hand." Her voice was audibly shaky at the last part. "Cool." I said, smiling wide and then stuffing my right hand into my pants. "Not right now!" Mom demanded. "I just want to try it." I said as I grabbed my hard-on and started jacking myself inside my pants. Mom looked away and I could hear her whisper, "Shit." "I think it's working. I don't know." I said as I continued jacking. "Why don't you figure it out later on, in your room?" Mom suggested, finally looking at me. "Is it bad to do it?" I asked. "It's not bad. It's a private thing that you should do alone." Mom said. "Okay. I just want to try it first." Mom let out a tired sigh but she didn't stop watching me, which was making my dick feel even better. I let her watch me become catatonic as I pleasured myself. My breathing had become uneven and I couldn't believe that Mom hadn't looked away yet. I began moving my hand faster on my cock, making a quick repeating thump on the inside of my pants. "This feels really good." I moaned. "You should stop, honey. Doesn't it feel weird that I'm seeing you do that?" Mom asked, still not looking away. "I don't mind." I said, shaking my head. Mom looked like she wanted to say something, but then she would stop and keep quiet. She did this several times until she finally said, "Why don't you do that later?" "Just a little more?" I begged. "Please?" Mom kept quiet again but she watched me rub myself with my hand down my pants. I was wiggling all over the place and letting out small sounds of enjoyment. I tried to make it look like I was amazed and confused by the good feelings, as if it was my first time. I bent my knees up and lay back against the couch. My pelvis was gyrating and rolling and I jacked off and I noticed an expression of fear on my Mom's face. "You should stop now, Mark." Mom ordered, sounding nervous. I was feeling so turned on and I didn't want it to end. I was so erotically charged. "Can I please keep doing it?" I pleaded, "It feels so good. I don't want to stop." Mom was silent again and staring at the table like she was deciding what to do. Finally I saw Mom's eyes fix on the movement on my crotch. I loved that she was looking specifically at my crotch and I tried to put on a good show. Mom let out a quick breath as if she had decided something. She stood up and said, "I'm going to let you have some privacy. Next time do it in your room. Okay?" But it was too late; I was already on the edge of having my orgasm. I let out a loud groan through clenched teeth and dropped my feet, thrusting my hips forward. "Mom? What's happening?" I moaned, trying to look scared about my orgasm, but also feeling hot waves of pleasure as my mom sat back down on the couch next to me. Mom was looking at me like she wanted to help me somehow, but she held back. I thrust my hips repeatedly into the air and made loud grunting noises. There would be no question that I was having an orgasm. I leaned forward quickly, so that my upper half was lying on my Mom's lap as I convulsed with pleasure. I heard mom gasp and then I felt her left hand on my shoulder. I lay there twitching in intervals and feeling my Mom's hand caressing my shoulder. My hand in my pants was still rubbing my cock and my other hand was grapping Mom's right thigh as I took on every spasm. As the spasms lessened, I lay there, still feeling Mom's hand gently stroking my shoulder. My mouth was still pressed against Mom's leg as I asked, "What was that? It felt weird but it felt really good too." "It's called an orgasm." Mom answered, in her quiet, soothing voice that she uses when she tucks me in for bed. "It felt kind of like I was going to pee, but I didn't. Is that supposed to happen?" I asked. I loved acting innocent and clueless. I knew that Mom would be more willing to comfort me than abandon me if she thought I needed her. "Yes, honey. It happens to everyone. When you get a little older, stuff squirts out. It's called `sperm'. She said, as she ran her fingers gently through my hair. "That's why it felt like you were going to pee; there's nothing to squirt." "Why does it squirt stuff?" I asked. Of course I learned a lot of this stuff from friends at school, but it was nice that Mom was being so open about it. Mom readjusted her sitting position so that she was leaning back more instead of sitting on the edge of the cushion. I turned around so that my head was lying on her lap and I was looking up at her, but kept my hand in my pants to keep stroking my dick. "Sperm is what makes babies." Mom explained. "When you get old enough to have sex with a girl, you'll put your penis into the girl's vagina. When you squirt sperm into her, you'll get her pregnant." "Ryan says that vaginas are called pussies." I said. Mom nodded, showing an embarrassed smile. "Yes, they can be called that." I smiled up at Mom and said, "I like talking about sex stuff with you." Mom smiled back at me and said, "I'm glad you can feel comfortable talking with me about it. I'm sure your Dad can tell you more." Mom smiled and patted my head. "Okay, let's eat some more pizza." "One more question?" I asked. Mom smiled at me and nodded for me to ask. "Do girls masturbate?" I inquired, seeing Mom's eyes go wide again. "Yes." Mom answered quickly. "Do you masturbate, Mom?" I asked, feeling my heart pound again. She didn't answer right away, but finally she said, "Yes. Everybody does." "How do you do it, since you don't have a penis?" I asked, remembering a porno that Ryan and I had watched one time where the girl was screaming while she fingered herself. "Just like with your penis, there are spots on me that feel good when..." Mom stopped and it looked like she was trying to decide if she could continue. I didn't think she would. "When you rub them?" I asked, in a whisper. Mom nodded her head and then looked away. I loved seeing my Mom's embarrassed face as I lay there stroking my cock. Part of me wanted to let my dick rest but a small part of me wanted to jack off again. "When do you masturbate?" I asked. I guess I took it too far because Mom moved out from under me. "Let's finish our dinner. Mom's and sons aren't supposed to talk about those things." "Sorry, Mom." I apologized. I sat back up and pulled my hand out of my pants. I picked up my plate of pizza, feeling bad for pushing the issue further than I probably should have. "It's okay, honey. I think there are subjects that people wouldn't like, if they knew we were talking about them." Mom said as she took a bite of her pizza. "What if I never tell anybody?" I asked. "Then you wouldn't have to worry about other people." "I suppose..." Mom trailed off. She quickly changed the subject to talking about school work and whether I had enough clothes for school the next day. We went into our daily routine where we went off and did our own thing after dinner. I got into bed early, laying there with the lamp on, reading a book as I listened to Mom move around the house. My door was closed and I heard Mom pass by to go into her bedroom. The water started in the shower and I imagined her in there, naked. It would be so easy to sneak in there and take a peek, but I decided not to. I put the book down on my bedside table and started stroking my dick, imagining Mom in the shower. I also thought about the events of the day; getting caught by Gary in the park bathroom and getting to masturbate while Mom and I talked about sex. I was getting really turned on and I knew that Mom would come to kiss me goodnight before going to sleep. I pulled my briefs down under the covers, imagining Mom walking in on me. Finally, I kicked down the covers, deciding to let her find me with my dick out. I heard the shower turn off and I was on the edge of my orgasm, knowing that she would come in soon. I paused on my stroking so that I could make the good feeling last. I considered getting completely naked, but I was afraid that she would come in before I was done getting naked. I settled for pulling my shirt hem up to my chin and scooting my briefs down further. I heard Mom's bedroom door open and I knew she was on her way. I heard footsteps in the hallway followed by a light knock on my door. "Come in." I said, feeling a hot surge of excitement run through me. Mom opened the door and she gasped and looked away quickly. "Oops! Sorry, Mark." "It's okay." I moaned as I stroked myself. "I'm masturbating again. It feels amazing." "I'll give you privacy." Mom said, as she started to walk out of my room. "No! Wait." I pleaded. "You can watch me again. I'm about to get my good feeling." Mom paused at the door and turned to look at me. "It's called an `orgasm'." Mom corrected me. "Oh yeah." I said. "I'm gonna get the orgasm. Stay and watch me again?" I cringed at my own words, feeling like I went too far. I figured Mom would've have left right away, but she turned at looked at me. I saw her eyes dart to my hand on my dick and that started the warm tingle of my orgasm. I opened my mouth and made a face like I was in pain. The force of this orgasm was already starting strong and my whole body was flexing in response. I pulled my knees up so that my feet were off of the bed as my body shook from the pleasure waves. I couldn't help but let out a loud moan that echoed through my room, causing Mom to close my door and step closer to my bed. My eyes stayed on Mom the whole time as she examined my convulsing and I loved it. Mom looked scared but she stayed there without looking away and I wondered if maybe I got my need to be watched, from her. If Mom wouldn't walk away, maybe she understood how hot it was to have someone watch you. I was trying to catch my breath after that hard orgasm. I let my muscles relax as I panted loudly on the bed. I took my hand off of my dick so that Mom could get a good look at my hard-on. "How big is Dad's dick when it gets hard?" I asked. Mom didn't answer me; she just stood there looking like she was trying to figure something out. She turned to leave and I caught her before she left. "Thanks for teaching me how to masturbate, Mom." I sighed. She stared at me a little longer and then before leaving, she quickly said, "Don't tell anyone." I lay there, almost naked, staring up at the ceiling, feeling completely tranquil and spent. I did it; got caught and didn't get into trouble for it! I hoped that I could see my new friend, Gary, at the park again to let him know what happened with Mom. I decided that, the next day I would go to the park again to see if Gary was there. Maybe Gary and I could go out into the woods and watch each other without worrying about some old guy freaking out on us. End Part One ***This story is a work of complete fiction. NONE of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) I am trying to respond to everyone, but sometimes I can't get to you all. 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