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Gentle Learning

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: GentleBreeze Posted on: 22 Jun 2003 1 comments
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When I got home the next day (see Gentle Beginnings), Mom was in the kitchen.When I got home the next day (see Gentle Beginnings), Mom was in the kitchen. She was wearing her housecoat. That wasn't unusual except that she usually only wore it in the morning when she fixed breakfast. I went to my room, put my books away, hung up my clothes and changed into shorts and T-shirt.I heard Mom call as I started out of my room. She said, "In here, Bobby." Her voice came from her bedroom. All of a sudden I got scared. I remembered what happened yesterday, and thought, "Oh. Oh. She's really mad at me."I went toward her voice and turned into her bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of her bed and motioned for me to sit next to her. When I sat down, she asked if everything was OK. I was so scared, I could feel my hands shaking. I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "Uh, huh".She said, "Bobby, I've been thinking about what happened yesterday." My heart sank. I wanted to run away, but where could I go? Then, instead of screaming at me, she said, "I'd rather you didn't touch your sister's things, so I bought you some of your own. We'll keep them here, in my drawer, and you can come and get them any time, as long as your Dad's not home."She stood up, walked to her dresser and opened the top right drawer. She waved me over and said, "See, these are mine and I've put yours over here on the right, right on top. No-one will ever know they're not mine. After you use them, just put them in the hamper and no-one will ever know."I can't tell you what I felt. I was all mixed up. I was excited and frightened, at the same time. I wanted to touch them, to feel them, but I couldn't. Part of me thought I had the greatest Mom that ever lived. Part of me was scared to death. It must have shown on my face, because Mom put her arm around me and led me back to the bed.We sat there for a while, very quietly. Mom had her arm around my shoulder and I leaned against her side. After a while, she said, "You're very upset, aren't you?" I nodded, and she said "Didn't you know that everyone does that?" I shook my head and she stroked my forehead with her other hand, saying "You poor little sweetheart. I thought you knew."I don't remember much of what she said then. She told me a little bit about the changes in your body as you grow older, she told me my father did it because he was away from home so much, and she said she did it, too. I think I heard her, but I didn't understand what she was saying. When she finished talking, she said, "So, you see, it's OK. It's perfectly normal. As a matter of fact, it's a good thing."I didn't say anything. I just sat there snuggled up against her side, letting her comfort me. Gradually, I started to relax ... and then realized my peter felt strange. About that time, Mom said, "Do you want to do it, now?" I didn't answer her. She got up, went to the dresser, brought back a pair of the new panties and put them in my lap. I didn't move. I started to get scared all over again, only this time my peter felt strange. It almost hurt. I wanted to move so it wasn't all crushed up, but I didn't dare. She said, "It's OK, Bobby. Go ahead. I'd like to watch you." but I couldn't move.After a while, Mom said, "You're scared, aren't you?" and I nodded. She said, "Would you like me to help you?" and I nodded again. Gently, she reached down, picked up the panties and unzipped my shorts. She started to reach inside, changed her mind and unbuttoned the top button, so my shorts fell open. I could see a bump in my underpants where my peter was all bunched up. Mom reached in and gently pulled it, until it popped out. Slowly, she moved it around until it was completely free. I can't tell you how wonderful it felt. It didn't feel all cramped up anymore, it just felt free and strong. But, mostly, there was the incredible feeling of Mom's soft, gentle fingers.Slowly, she caressed it. She moved her fingertips along the sides, up to the top, back down the sides again. As she did so, it got bigger and harder. When it seemed like it was so big it was going to explode, Mom wrapped her fingers around it and moved her hand. Her touch was lighter than a feather. It was as if she wasn't even touching me, but she was. I could feel it. As she stroked me, I began to feel funny things. I couldn't breathe. I'd never felt so wonderful in my whole life. I watched her hand and saw that the top of my peter was wet. I watched as Mom spread the wetness all over the top and down the sides, using her fingertips and sometimes her whole hand. I don't know when she started moving her hand faster, but I know she did.I think she knew what I was feeling. I could hear her breathing and could see her legs rocking, so her knees touched and separated and touched again.I don't know how long this went on, but I don't think it was very long. All of a sudden, it was like I didn't know anything and didn't care about anything. I could see Mom's hand flying. I may have screamed, I'm not sure. I leaned against her, stiffened and watched as, suddenly, stuff spurted out of my peter, up in the air, and all over her hand and arm. And all over me, too. I can never describe that glorious feeling.After a while, Mom said, "Feel better now, Bobby?" I nodded, and she said, "OK, you go ahead. I'm going to rest for a little while. From now on, you can come and get your things whenever you want. And, don't worry. I know sometimes once a day is not enough. Use them as often as you like, they're yours."