My aunt's family and ours during the summer spent many weekends at our grandparents' summer house which had a tree house in an old oak tree where I usually went to have the first jacking of the day.
After I became an accomplished jacker about the age of 12, I hated going to my grandparents' summer house because usually my four siblings and my aunt's four kids as well as the four adults were included in the visiting group. This severely limited my ability to satisfy my pecker's raging need for at least three orgasms a day. I soon realized that if I got up early and went to the tree house, I could get in at least one jack off without too much risk of getting caught. The tree house was in an old oak which was out on a point of land projecting into a creek. Under the oak was a table and chairs so guests could sit under the tree and enjoy the view. One fateful morning, I got up early, went to the tree house, and began jacking. To my dismay, my aunt and mother followed, and sat at the table under the tree and began a conversation. I didn't dare let them know where I was, and so heard their conversation. It seems that I and my 17 year old cousin were the objects of our parents' concerns. My aunt told my mother that she could hear the unmistakable sounds of my cousin and her boy friend necking and probably diddling in their living room when they came home from dates. According to my aunt their sessions got longer and longer, and she wanted to confront the passionate pair and stop them before her daughter got herself pregnant. But my uncle disagreed, and suggested that my aunt talk with their daughter and make sure that,if she and her boy friend were diddling, they were using condoms. My aunt asked for my mother's opinion on the subject. To my surprise, my mother agreed with my uncle reminding her sister of their behavior when they were my cousins's age pointing out that neither of them were virgins when they married. Anyway, my mother observed that my aunt had no reason to believe that my cousin was no longer a virgin. My aunt told her sister that there was no doubt that my cousin had broken her hymen because of the blood on the leather couch which was not completely wiped off. My pecker got so hard when I heard this, I thought it was going to split in two. Right after giving this opinion, my mother sighed and said that she was very worried about the excessive masturbating I was into. My aunt asked how was it that she knew I was over masturbating. Her reply startled me when she said that I was using a tub of vaseline a month in my jacking off. My aunt pointed out that maybe a tub was being used, but I was probably doing it with other boys, so it was not likely that I was doing it more than two or three times a day. So not to worry, that was about usual for boys my age as she should recall from experience with my older brothers. In any case, my aunt said that my uncle told her that when he was a young teen, he usually masturbated three or four times a day, and she guessed that if my mother asked my father, he would confirm her opinion. My aunt advised that my mother should avoid embarrassing me over masturbating, and it would be best if she ignored my jacking. Then they decided that they should get back to the house since all of us would soon be expecting breakfast. This was a very helpful event, and greatly reduced the guilt I felt about masturbating. After they were back in the house, I came down a very relieved boy.