How a Poor Circumcision Led to Numerous Times of Accidentally Climaxing in Front of...

When I was a baby I was poorly circumcised, cut an an extreme angle. So now, from the top, my penis appears to be cut, but on the underneath side I basically still have all my foreskin left. At a certain point, being a lazy teen, I pretty much disregarded the fact I need to roll back my foreskin and clean really well. The consequence was that small pimples (for lack of a better word) developed inside my foreskin and around the edge of it. It freaked me out. I mustered up the courage to tell my mother and after my next shower she examined it. She instantly scolded me a bit for not cleaning it properly. She then started use her thumbs to squeeze and open up the blemishes. As she did this, I could feel my penis start to grow, and hoped she couldn't feel the reaction taking place.

Once I could feel it was at an official state of semi I extended an "I'm so sorry." I didn't know what else to say. "it's purely a natural reaction. Relax, it's ok. You're not offending me." In a strange way, even though her squeezing of the pimples was uncomfortable at times, it also felt good in a way. The more she opened them up, the harder I got until I was fully erect and soon after started to leak precum. She would open a pimple and then wipe the area off she had been squeezing on and then wipe the head to keep it from letting it run down onto her hand I assume. At one point I felt my breathing starting to get quicker and deeper. She stopped and looked up. "Are you ok? Am I hurting you?"

I could tell it was going to happen and soon. "No, no. It's about to.... to....um..." She finished the sentence for me, "SQUIRT???" And right then the first long squirt of cum shot from my penis. I instantly started to repeatedly apologize. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." My mother, in one motion, grabbed my penis around the shaft and instantly had the paper towel she had been using to wipe the pus and precum off of my penis in her other hand. She held it and had it pointed into the paper towel. It just kept squirting. "Don't be sorry. It's ok. Just relax and let it all out." 

As she threw the paper towel in the trash and then started to wash her hands, I asked her "Am I in trouble?" She looked at me shocked and said "God no, honey. You can't help that. It's going to be a possibility until we get all those spot to clear up. Nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of." 

It never felt sexual in any way, if that makes sense. More so as like she was just doing something as a mother to make sure her son was as healthy as can be. I never had any desire to have sex with her or anything like that. Although I did eventually look forward to the evenings she was going to care for those blemishes, and I'm not real sure how to feel about that. This is the first time I've ever told this story though.