This is a work of fiction, the follow-up of a naked young man who has his mom's blessing and encouragment to act on his exhibitionist and CFNM tendancies and his love of masturbation!
I woke up on top of the covers on my bed, feeling the wonderful nakedness on every bare inch of my 14-year-old body. I had actually been in my birthday suit since yesterday afternoon when I got home from school where mom met me at the back door and suggested I might want to undress before minding my manners and saying hello to the ladies of her ladies circle, who were meeting for wine and talk in the living room. Mom suspected correctly underneath my desire to be a nudist lurked a naughty exhibitionist, but she played along with a titillating mix of chagrin and acceptance. So in my sleepy head I relived every second of stepping absolutely stark naked and my six inches throbbing to find all eyes on me – aunt Jenny, Mrs. Myers, Mrs. Johnson and Stefanie. Their amusement and delighted shock at my condition led to playful wisecracks about my obvious need to take matters into hand and seek relief, which I did as soon as I got to my room, with the knowledge that every single one of them knew exactly what I was doing. The recollection caused my dick to stir and leak precum. I climbed to my knees, reliving the moment as I began to stroke my pre-cum soaked rock hard cock. Mmmmmm, I closed my eyes and moaned as the rhythm of the strokes increased. “Having fun, dear,” a familiar feminine voice called. I opened my eyes to see my beautiful auburn-haired mom leaning against the open doorway, dressed for work already, arms folded and a look of sarcasm on her face with one eyelid raised. I just kept stroking. “Ok, casanova, wrap up your playtime here soon,” she said, smiling. “Breakfast is ready and it’s a school day.” I nodded, kept stroking, ran my free hand over my bare ass and thighs. She walked away. I was close to cumming, but I didn't want it to be over, so I slowed my stroke pace, riding that edge. Five minutes later, Mom popped her head back in. “Breakfast is cold and you’re gonna miss the bus, so seriously – wrap it up, sugar.”
“Almost there, mom. Sorry.” She disappeared again. Just a few more strokes, I told myself. “Joey! You’re going to be late! Get dressed this instant!” She was steaming this time. I stumbled naked out of bed, pulled some underwear out of the drawer, got my school shirt and shorts and was dressed and ready with a painful lump in the crotch of the material. She handed me a piece of toast and pushed me out the door. “Hurry!” she said. And I did, turning the corner to the school bus stop just in time – just in time to see the back of the bus disappear down the road without a certain masturbating boy on board! I stepped back into the house with a look of embarrassment and regret, to which mom just stared blankly. “Really? You missed the bus?” “Sorry, mom.” She shook her head and let out a “sheesh.” She went for her keys. “Now I’m going to have to drive you and I’ll probably be late for work.” She shook her head. “C’mon, let’s go.” As she was backing out, resigned to the interruption, she glanced over at me. “Hope it was a good one, at least,” she said. She chuckled. “That would be some late note to write – Sorry, Ms. Claxton, but Joey was late because he couldn’t stop masturbating!” She laughed. “My boy – the biggest masturbator in town!” I blushed. “I imagine there’s a big mess on the bed spread,” she said as we rolled down the road. “Actually, I didn’t finish,” I said sheepishly. She looked at me sympathetically. “Think you can sneak a quick stroke in the boy’s room?” She winked. “Or can you make it until school’s out?” “I hope so,” I answered, almost panting. I squirmed, rubbing my hard on through my shorts shamelessly. “Steady, soldier,” she quipped. She took her right hand off the steering wheel, curled into a fist, shaking it back and forth with a chuckle, clearly having too much fun at my horny predicament. As I exited the car in front of the school, mom called out through the open window, “See ya later, masturbator.” Hot seniors Jasmin and Lexi were standing right there. Jasmin looked at mom, open mouthed, then at me. Both girls burst out laughing at me, the blond, cute and fit, but still nerdy freshman. I turned crimson, gave mom a stare to which she just smiled and drove away. I got a first period pass from Ms. Claxton, went into a stall at the boys room and quickly stroked one out in the toilet. Then I thought about all the pretty girls and the needs of my stroke-starved dick all day. When I finally got home from school, the clothes flew across the den and kitchen – naked at last! I hardly noticed mom was home already till she laughed, sitting at the kitchen bar reviewing papers in her sharp blue work dress. “Well, look who’s home,” she said. “And naked in no time!” I started masturbating, standing in the kitchen a few feet from her. “That’s it, tiger,” she said. “Show that hand who’s boss.” She watched for a second, then went back to her papers. I gave it a few more strokes then walked down the hall to my bedroom, got out the latest issue of Playboy and bated on the precious edge of orgasm for over an hour with abandon. Thoughts rolling around in my head, “I can’t believe I’m naked and beating off in front of mom!” I needed to cum. I walked around the house, dick in hand, until I found mom in her bedroom. She was at her vanity mirror, primping with makeup. I dropped to my knees a couple of feet from her. She looked down, giggled. “I love to jerk off,” I moaned. “I need to cum.” “Go ahead, honey!” she said, still primping. “Make a big mess.” And I did, moaning loudly as bolt after bolt of hot jizz shot across the tile and landed near her feat. She looked down at the streaks of jizz, shrugged, smiled at me. “Better?” she said. I nodded yes, catching my breath.
Two days later Mom reminded me that we were going to Aunt Jenny’s house in the country for the weekend. After being naked almost constantly at home that week, I was a bit disappointed. But I loved it out at her house in the country. “I guess I better pack my things,” I said, naked at the time.
“Oh, no need, honey,” mom said cheerfully. “I’ve already packed for you.”
“You did?” I said.
“Yep,” she said. Then she reached into her purse, pulled out my toothbrush and twirled it around playfully in her hand. “Right here,” she said.
My eyes lit up in a mix of exhilaration and apprehension, the expression on my face asking, “Really?”
Mom just nodded in the affirmative, smiling.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked.
To be continued … ?
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