I am a single mother of a 13 year old boy. My husband left me when he was only a toddler so he has never really had a father. My son, John, has never really been afraid of being naked. When he was a toddler he would always be naked. I never told him to stop because I thought he should not be ashamed of his body. John eventually grew out of that phase. But that did not stop him from walking to his room naked after his showers and whenever he was in is room he would always be naked. I noticed once he hit puberty that every once in a while he would have a little bulge in his pants or when he came out the shower. He was a skinny boy who was as tall as a 13 year old should be. He had a young penis and a growing patch of pubic hair. When I started to notice these things I always wondered if he masturbated yet.
Every once in a while I would notice some stains in his boxers, and stains on the chair in his room. I did not want to say anything to him at that point because I was not positive that they were sperm stains, but I was pretty sure. He would be home alone after school until I returned from work. One day when I got home around six p.m. I walked down the hall to my room. John's room is in the hallway on the way to my room. When I passed his room I noticed that he was painting and breathing hard. At this moment I knew what he was doing.
I waited to say something until breakfast in the morning. I told him what he was doing was perfectly fine and that I do it sometimes as well. He told me that he did it all the time. At school, in the bathtub, in his room, etc. I was actually shocked at this point because I just expected him to say okay and walk away when I confronted him.
So from that point on we have been cool about it and if we catch someone masturbating we would just leave them alone. I must have made him less afraid because he would masturbate naked in pretty much every room of the house even when I was there.
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