I still don't know how I feel about this. Sometimes the memory of it makes me hideously embarrassed, other times its a massive turn on. I guess one day it will settle down into one or the other.
So, I guess like a lot of girls I found what makes me feel good around puberty. My breasts ached like hell while they were forming, but at the same time, my nipples were exquisitely sensitive and if I brushed them lightly it made me tingle all over but especially between my legs. Around 13 or so, my periods had settled into a more or less monthly cycle. (Don't you just HATE those early days when they won't settle?) Anyway, I got used to rubbing myself. I didn't cum, but damn, I could make myself feel real good!
I had two ways of doing it. One was in bed, under the covers, light off and hand in my PJ's or panties whatever I was wearing and just a little light touching. I would call it 'wanking myself to sleep' because that's what it was. I would rub and rub and tickle until I fell asleep. But the other way was, for me at the time, all out dirty! I would wait till I had the house to myself, then I would lie on top of my bed or sneak some of my sister's really sexy underwear and spread my legs on top of my bed and imagine I was talking to a lover. I would use the worst kind of language you can imagine and tell him what to do to me and how I felt. It was all pretty heavy like 'I want your fucking cock inside me now. Fuck me.... spunk up me' kind of stuff.
So one Saturday afternoon, I had the house to myself and was pretty into it. So much so, I never heard mom come home. (She had had a fight with dad and the shopping trip had ended with her taking the car and leaving him stranded at the mall.) I was really going at it and then, my bedroom door opened and there was mom! I took one look at her.... and CAME... for the first time in my life I orgasmed. And it was messy, if you know what I mean. I guess I lost it big time because I peed everywhere.
Mom immediately left my room and went downstairs. I stayed put really REALLY scared. Then she came back upstairs with a bowl and some cleaning stuff and she just smiled and said 'Its ok. Let's get this cleaned up.' As we mopped and dried the floor, she just started talking about masturbation, how it was perfectly OK to do it and not to worry if I pee the first few times I cum. She said it would not always happen, but that even peeing can be sexy. She talked to me like a friend not a mom. It was a really great first cum.