Fantasizing And Realizing

I discovered that tugging on my dick felt amazing at a very young age,  and I became a constant masturbator very quickly.  I would look for anything that had pictures of women wearing anything less than what I was allowed to see them wearing out in the regular world, and I would jack off at the bra and panty section of any catalog that my mom had in the house.

The best thing I had to help me along while I was jacking off was much better than anything a catalog could offer. My female cousin that stayed with our grandmother a lot of the same times that I did,  she is a couple of years older than me, and she was always on the phone with her friends, and I sometimes would hear her talking about masturbating in a very low voice with her friend. 

I was totally hoping that I would get a chance to watch her masturbate sometime when she wouldn't know I could see her,  but for a long time, I couldn't seem to catch a break. She was very good looking and I really wanted to watch her masturbate if I could be so fortunate.

I would be given a really nice surprise later on in life, but I didn't have any luck with getting a look at my cousin masturbating for the time being. But that didn't mean that I didn't think about it and jack off,  and I did fantasize about her and jack off all the time.

One summer day, I wasn't expecting anyone to be home for a long time and I had decided to spend the afternoon jacking off, and that's what I was doing, when I opened my eyes, after hearing a sound like a breeze blowing after a moment of still and silence.  I was stroking my dick like I was punishing it, and when I opened my eyes, my mom was standing at the foot of my bed, with her arms crossed at her chest,  I was kind of in shock, and I wasn't sure what to do. But I wasn't jacking off anymore, because Mom said, "Don't let me interrupt you, keep doing what you were doing, you seemed like you were really enjoying yourself."

 I couldn't speak, and I was much too embarrassed to ask her if she was serious, but she was still standing there, and she said, "Go ahead, you were just doing something that's normal, and a very natural thing to do. You shouldn't feel like you have to stop just because I'm in the room,  and I don't want you to think that your Mom tries to keep you from doing something that's pleasurable to you, so keep doing what you were doing, and I'm going to be in my bedroom, I expect to continue to hear you jacking off."

I didn't know what to do, except to keep jacking off, because for once in my life, I thought I was going to be in trouble if I didn't jack off, instead of getting in trouble for jacking off. I was freaking out, but I was scared that I would really be in trouble if I stopped.

While I was jacking off, I kept noticing that my Mom was going back and forth between her room and the bathroom, and each time she passed my bedroom door, she looked into my room and could see me jacking off.  I finally finished up, I couldn't ejaculate yet, but I did have the sensation of cumming. I finished up, and after I got over the uncomfortable feeling I had while I was jacking off,  I was thinking that I had dodged a bullet somehow. But I started thinking about jacking off again, because I noticed that I was getting turned on the more I thought about jacking off in front of my Mom.

So later that night, when I was in bed and I was sure that Mom would be coming in my room to say goodnight at any time, I stayed out on top of my covers and I started jacking off, hoping that Mom would see me again.  Just a few minutes later, Mom came walking into my room and I was jacking off, and I didn't even flinch, I just kept jacking off expecting to be told something, but she just walked in and said, "Ready for bed, but need to jack off before you go to sleep, huh?"  And she sat down on the edge of my bed, and started watching me jack off.

I was petrified at first, but then I kept telling myself that I wanted her to watch me, because I was so turned on and I had gotten so horny thinking about jacking off in front of Mom.  After a while, I was finally realizing that she was going to watch me jack off until I just quit, and she wasn't going to let me stop until she knew that I really finished.

By the time I finished, I realized that I was enjoying having my mom watching me jack off, and I started jacking off anywhere I thought she was sure to see me, and I started jacking off more often.

I even forgot about the fantasy of watching my cousin masturbating for a while, but just got lucky and happened upon that, and she noticed that I could see her masturbating, and she kept masturbating, so I watched her and I jacked off while I watched her masturbating, and she loved it. As adults, she and I have been masturbating together a lot, and we've even fucked a few times.

But nothing ever compared to the feeling I had, every time I was jacking off and Mom was watching me jack off. When I turned 18, I started jacking off in my room, and I left my door open, like I always did, and Mom came to the door and asked me if I still enjoyed jacking off in front of her,  or was it just a habit now. I told her that I would always enjoy jacking off in front of her,  and I loved to fantasize that I was fucking my mom, and I heard someone say that it wasn't normal for a boy to fantasize about his mom, in any way, especially sexually, but I always felt that it was just natural for a boy to think his Mom was the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. So I wasn't ashamed to say that I fantasized about fucking her, and I was always going to enjoy jacking off in front of her.

Mom told me that she was flattered, and she said that it was perfectly normal for a boy to fantasize about his mom, and she always felt that a boy who fantasized about his mom, would always have very high standards for the woman who would be his wife.

I don't know about all of that, but I did really enjoy my mom watching me jack off,  and I was very turned on when she was watching me jack off,  and I wonder if my son fantasized about fucking my wife, and I wonder if he tries to be masturbating somewhere that he thinks she will see him.