First Time from Mom

Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: anonymous Age: 25 Gender: Male

When I was 12 years old my mother would still dry me when I got out of the bathtub. She was an affectionate but somewhat controlling woman. We lived alone together, and as far as she was concerned I was her little baby, which meant I could do nothing wrong, but also meant there was always subtle pressure for me to do whatever she wanted. As a consequence of all this I was a somewhat protected child, who didn't interact that much with other children and certainly didn't know much about sex.

One day when I was 12 I sat in the bathtub and noticed that my cock was hard. This was not the first time this had happened, but it probably hadn't been happening for that long. I remember somewhat uncertainly touching my balls and my cock, which got even harder. I noticed that I had an urge to keep touching it, without really knowing what that meant.

After a while my mother walked in. I'm sure she noticed my hard cock, but she didn't say anything. I stood up for her to dry me off, my cock bobbing up and down in front of her. She dried me off thoroughly, including my private parts, then sent me to my room to put on my pyjamas and get ready for bed.

I went to my room, put on my pyjamas, and got into bed, waiting for mom to come and say goodnight. My cock was still hard and I was still tempted to touch it. I slipped my hand underneath the covers and gently rubbed myself.

Mom came in and sat down on the edge of the bed. She took a look at the covers and said, "Were you touching yourself just then." Even though I had never heard of "touching myself" before, I guessed what she meant and turned red. She knew that meant yes.

"Do you mind if I have a look at you for a minute. I just need to check something." I would never have said no to mom. She pulled back the covers.

"I just have to pull these down," she said, grabbing my pyjama pants by the waistband and pulling them off me while I lay there. My cock sprang up, but mom didn't let on if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She told me to spread my legs a little, then she cupped my balls in her hand as though she was giving me some kind of medical examination.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked, starting to get a little worried, not sure whether I was afraid of being in trouble or that there might be something wrong with me.

"No no, you're not in trouble," mom said reassuringly, "You're just growing up, that's all. When boys grow up they go through some changes."

"Oh," I said.

Mom's hand was still on my balls, and my cock was still pretty hard, lying on my stomach. "You're a very good boy," mom said, "and I want you to stay a very good boy."

"I always want you to think I'm good," I told her.

"Yes I know, but lots of boys, when they get older, they stop being so good, stop caring about their mother, and only think about one thing. I don't want you to ever be like that," mom told me.

"I'll never be like that," I replied earnestly.

"What I'm going to do is my way of keeping you a good boy," mom said. I didn't really know what she meant but I trusted her completely. "I don't want you to start thinking about things that you needn't worry about, and I just want you to stay the same beautiful boy you have always been for me." I just looked at mom.

Mom then took her hands off my balls and started to undo my pyjama top. "Let's get this off," she said. Soon I was naked, lying on the bed with my mother staring at my naked body. Somehow I liked the feeling. Mom took my cock in her hand and began to gently tug it. "That doesn't hurt does it?" mom asked. My cock was hard as a rock.

"No," I replied, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation.

"Good boy," she said soothingly, tugging and tugging. After a while she told me to spread my legs a little more, and she massaged my balls with her other hand while she jerked my cock.

"Good boy," she said again, "Tell me when you start to feel something happening." I didn't know what she meant. She just kept going, probably for another ten minutes. Then she said "Hold on." Suddenly she stood up and left the room. I really had no idea what was going on.

When mom entered my room again she had in her hand a bottle of moisturiser. "Let's try this," she said. She poured some of the moisturiser straight on to my stiff cock, and some on to my balls. Then she resumed stroking me in the same way as before, one hand on my cock, one on my balls.

"How's that," she said, "Better?"

"It feels nice," I replied, a little embarrassed.

"That's a good boy," she said. Then, after another couple of minutes, she asked, "Do you still love your mommy?"

"Of course I do," I replied with feeling.

"I know," she said, "you're my good boy. Your little cock is all hard for me now isn't it."

I was pretty shocked by her saying that. I'd never heard her say anything like that before, and I think she said it to see if it made me cum.

"You like showing mommy your big hard cock don't you," she said. Suddenly I started to panic; I felt a strange feeling I had never felt before.

"Mom I think something's happening," I told her urgently.

"That's ok," she replied, "Just relax, mommy will take care of it." She started to stroke me harder, and to massage my balls more vigorously.

"Mom what's happening!?" I asked.

"Don't worry. Relax," Mom said. "Just relax." She took her hand off my balls and cupped it in front of my cock to catch my cum. "Let it go now," she told me, and suddenly I was cumming into her hand. Mom pumped and pumped all the cum out of my cock into her hand. "Good boy," mom said when I was done, "you've just had your first cum." I just stared at her wide-eyed. She continued: "This is just our little secret, ok?"

"Ok mom," I replied.

"Boys usually like it when they cum," mom told me, "and that's what distracts them and stops them from being good boys when they get older."

"Oh," I said, maybe beginning to grasp what she was talking about. Meanwhile her hand was still cupped holding all my cum.

"Now that you're a big boy," mom kept going, "I don't want you to get distracted like those other boys, so I'm going to make you cum at least once a day so I make sure you're little balls are getting emptied and you stay my little darling. I love my little baby."

"I love you too mom," I replied.

"That's my good boy. Now I better go and get myself cleaned up," and with that left me to my dreams.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]