We have all heard of the L Word and the very good Showtime series of that name, but unlike the M Word, the L Word was a positive thing. What I am talking about is growing up and getting caught masturbating by one's mother and the ensuing discussion which included the use of the M Word.
It happened when I was about 16 years old. My mother knew that I masturbated, but had never really confronted me about it. She would simply wash laundry cleaning the cum stains as best as she could, from sheets to underwear.
This particular weekend I had obtained a new Penthouse magazine and I loved to read the erotic stories in the Forum section. I also liked the pictorial layouts since they were much more revealing than Playboy. I was in my room minding my own business, reading one of the stories and as usual, when my cock got hard I simply took off my clothes and started to masturbate.
I was really focused on the story and did not hear the door to my bedroom open and suddenly I hear a gasp and look up. There standing in the middle of the room is my mother with a basketful of clean clothes. I looked up at her and froze.
Here I was naked, laying on the top of my bed, with a Penthouse magazine in one hand and my cock in the other. I had been really enjoying myself up to this point and was very close to shooting my load. When I heard the gasp, my hand stopped pumping, but my cock was already to shoot. I looked up at her, back at my cock, then back up at her. As I looked at her the second time, my cock jumped in my hand and started shooting ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach.
I did not know what to expect then, but I did not expect her to stay standing there, which is exactly what she did. She just stood there holding the basket and not saying a word. Her face got beet red and she suddenly exploded, screaming at me for making a mess and then wiping it up with my sheets or my underwear or socks, or whatever was close by.
She told me that doing "that" was very bad and that it was very wrong. She admitted that she knew I had been doing it for a long time, but she did not know what to say. She never used the word masturbate, or any other term, she just called it the M Word, and she told me not to do it again. I am not sure how long she stood there and yelled at me, but I can tell you that I did not put the magazine down, nor did I take my hand off my cock.
I am sure she was wondering what I was thinking, because I had not even done anything to even attempt to cover up and truthfully, I am not sure why I had not either. But it is what is it, I still had a hand on my cock and the Penthouse open beside me. I do not know how long it was after I had cum that she quit yelling at me, but it had been long enough that I could feel my cock start to get hard again in my hand. I had not even realized that it had gotten soft, but knew now that it was getting hard again.
Still I did nothing to cover myself or change positions. I just stayed right how I was and my cock was getting harder and harder. When mom had gotten done yelling she did not move either, so when my cock started to get hard again, she looked right at it, and then looked me in the face. She did not say another word, but she also did not move. It was like she was frozen.
I could not say how long she stood there motionless, but it was long enough for my cock to get back to full staff and almost out of instinct I started to jackoff again. I moved my hand slowly and I saw her eyes move from looking me in the face to watching what my hand was doing. I think it was really only a matter of seconds, but it seemed like forever. I was not thinking at all about what I was doing, but I kept stroking, getting faster and faster.
Finally, she set the basket down, turned around and left my bedroom. She did not even shut the door. She just left the room and went back downstairs. It took only a few more strokes and I shot again. After I finished cuming that time I must have realized what had taken place and my mind was racing.
I was sure that she was going to tell Dad and I was going to be in huge trouble. I did not know what to do. I was beside myself. I jumped up and grabbed whatever was in the basket to wipe myself off. I got dressed and put away the rest of the clean clothes. I put the dirty clothes back into the basket, hid my Penthouse and then realized I needed to go downstairs to face the music.
When I got downstairs, my mom was in the kitchen and she did not even turn around to look at me when I walked in. She simply told me that from now on I was to wash my own clothes, including bedding. That was all she said and she apparently did not tell anyone about the incident.
For weeks after that, I fantasized about mom watching me and I must have jacked off a dozen times while thinking about her watching me. She never caught me again, even though I became more and more daring. I would leave my bedroom door open, I would even masturbate out in the hallway, at the top of the stairs (which were right by the kitchen) and I even did it a couple of times in the laundry room, which is right next to the kitchen. I am sure she would have heard me or even seen me, but I did not ever see her nor did she say anything about catching me.
This is probably why even today I love to jackoff when I know I may be caught, in my car while driving down the road, in my car sitting in the Target parking lot, at my desk at work, in front of windows at home with the shaded wide open, etc. I am not sure if the intensity of my orgasm is more when there is the risk of someone catching me or when I know that someone is watching, but I know I like it.
What Mom thought, I have no idea, I have never brought it up, nor mentioned the M Word around her.
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