Back in the 70’s when I was younger. My best friend asked me if I had ever jerked off before. Being a little sheltered I told him I didn’t know what that was.
He then proceeded to explain that it was stroking your meat until you shoot your wad. Now, I was familiar with playing with my hard dick and loved stroking it daily, but never have I shot a wad.
He also had to explain what a wad was. With this new information I couldn’t wait to try it. One evening when I was home alone I began playing with myself. After just a few minutes, my dick was raging hard and on fire.
I would stop and allow my senses to return before repeating it. Now in the past, this is where I would eventually stop. But now with my new knowledge of beating off, I wanted to experience my first ejaculation. My dick was throbbing and on fire begging for more so I grabbed it and squeezed it tightly and began beating it up and down.
My whole body became engulfed in a hot horny rage and I feverishly began beating it. I’m sure my eyes rolled back in my head as I began convulsing having my very first orgasm. My semen sprayed all over myself, as I lay there gathering myself.
After catching my breath I sat up and looked at all the semen on my stomach and chest. Never seeing semen before, I began rubbing my fingers through it and playing with it. I then decided to taste it by sticking my fingers inside my mouth. Surprisingly it was salty.
Though I didn’t find the taste of it to my liking. Eventually I grabbed some cleenex and cleaned myself off. After that day I became a masturbation maniac. I found myself jerking off daily and multiple times a day. My personal best was jerking off five times in a row with no rest.
Boy was my dick raw afterwards. This continued to the point, I couldn’t wait to get home from school to beat off. One weekend there wasn’t anyone home but me so I got naked and started playing with myself. I was building up to my first climax while lying in bed. Since I was alone I didn’t lock my bedroom door. I was so self absorbed that I never heard anyone come into the house.
Just as I cry out with my orgasm, my mom had been walking past my bedroom door and heard the strange noise. She opened my door to see if everything was o.k. just as I was shooting my wad . I never heard my door open and once I recovered I slowly opened my eyes only to see my mom standing in the doorway with a look of surprise.
We just looked at one another before she backed out and closed the door. I was so embarrassed that my mom just witnessed me ejaculate. I jumped up to grab the Kleenex box when I hear the door open again. I tried to grab something to cover myself as my mom walks back in the room and hands me a towel.
She then said, after you clean up and get dressed we need to talk. She then left the room closing the door once again. I used the towel to clean myself and then got dressed. I just sat on my bed worrying about what she would say and if she would tell dad. I finally gathered myself and exited my room.
I found mom sitting in the den waiting for me. I walked in and sat in a chair across from her. I couldn’t look her in the eyes and held my head down in shame. We weren’t a religious family though she had been raised by one. Nobody else was there but the two of us.
Her first words were, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s natural for everyone going through puberty. She also apologized for entering my room without knocking first. She then asked how long have I been masturbating. I told her, just a few months. She then asked if I was sexually active with anyone.
I told her, no. She then asked if I had any questions regarding sex. I told her I didn’t know much about sex and only knew how to beat off. Surprisingly she began giving me the birds and bees sex talk. Afterwards she gave me some advice about not overdoing it and why. She also asked me to ask her anything at anytime if questions come up.
She told me sex was normal and natural and a beautiful thing. Please let her know if the time comes when I needed condoms because she wanted to keep me safe from any std’s. After our talk she hugged me and I went back to my room.
Blown away by everything that just happened, I began to realize how cool my mom really was. The next day when I came home from school, I found a small stack of towels on my nightstand with a note. Please put dirty towels in the clothes hamper. I knew exactly what they were intended for and didn’t hesitate to use one. It was two years later when I had my first girlfriend.
Again I found a small box of condoms in my nightstand drawer with a note, please be safe. Later on I had sex with my girlfriend in my bedroom while my mom was home in the kitchen covering for me. She never told dad about anything the whole time as I became sexually active.
She did tell me that, you don’t have to marry girls because you had sex with them. Needless to say. I brought many girls home to meet mom. On many occasions, I heard loud moans coming from my parents room.
I could tell mom was enjoying herself also. Over the years, I couldn’t get enough sex and experimented often. I met a lady that was sexually open as me and we began swinging together. Eventually we married continuing our swinging lifestyle.
We transformed into a Hotwife/Cuckold situation mainly because of my inability to perform. I found that I like watching my wife with younger men receiving what I can no longer provide.
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