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First masturbationThis is a true story. Reading another contributor to your excellent site, I was reminded of my first experience, when I discovered the joy of masturbation with more than a little help from my mum.I am a twin, and my brother and I were always together. We were always put into the bath together when we were very young and mum used to wash us and dry us off before kissing us and putting us to bed. I can remember soon after my tenth birthday that I started to enjoy playing with my penis. I would relish the opportunity to wave it around and I enjoyed the feeling I got from giving it a rub and squeeze and having people look at it. I wanted to show my mum whenever I got hard. It was amazing to me that it could grow and stiffen and the feeling was so good when it would throb and harden. Mum was apparently relaxed about it, brushing me off and ignoring me, except when it was bath time. If my penis got hard when mum was washing us, I can remember vividly how the atmosphere would change. Mum would wash my brother quickly, lift him out of the bath, dry him and lead him through to the bedroom. As she was leaving the bathroom she would tell me that she would be back to ‘see to’ me and I had to stay where I was. When she returned she would say something like, ‘now what are we going to do with this?’ and start to wash my bursa escort cock vigorously with soap, sometimes using a soft cloth and sometimes just her hands. It always felt fantastic when mum would hold my hard cock and run her soapy hands over my tight balls and up and down my tiny shaft. She would rinse the soap from my body by lifting water up with her hands and letting it run over my cock. This was always such a lovely feeling. As she took me out of the bath and began to dry me off, she would pay very close attention to my cock, my balls and my bum. She would kneel in front of me and lean in towards my hard on to see if it was clean enough. It was the most special time for me. My lovely mum being so comforting and making me feel so wonderful. When I was put to bed I would try to repeat the feelings I had enjoyed by rubbing myself and squeezing my cock. It was never the same, but let me enjoy the feelings that little bit longer. As I got older, the excitement grew. This ‘washing’ became such a regular thing. I would look forward to bath time so much. It was a little odd that my twin’s cock never seemed to grow, but Mum would never chastise me or behave as if I was being naughty, and yet I did feel that mum’s cleaning was a secret thing between us and shouldn’t be disclosed to anyone.Mum continued to bathe us right bursa escort bayan up to us being 11 years old. Now we would take it in turns to bathe, my twin always going first and leaving me plenty of time to enjoy mum’s attentions. The Summer I turned 11 was particularly hot and mum started removing her blouse when she bathed me. This was so exciting, watching my mum’s big boobs swinging and bouncing in her bra as she washed and dried me. I joked about how they wobbled and pushed her boobs together, and mum joined in the joke with me. She didn’t mind when I squeezed her boobs and made them wobble as we continued our ablutions. I could sense that something became hard in her bra as I jiggled them, but I didn’t know then what that was. As mum leaned forward to check how clean my hard cock was her breasts would hang in front of me. I found the sight of her so incredible and exciting. As she was holding and rubbing my cock at the same time I would begin to moan and sigh, and start to thrust my hips forward. One particular night had begun just as every other. Mum had washed my cock thoroughly and ensured that my bum hole and balls were especially clean. I was squeezing her boobs as she dried me and inspected my equipment. Her hands on me, squeezing and stroking me, felt amazing and I was thrilled to be feeling the escort bursa weight of her boobs when, suddenly, an incredible, electric tingling in my groin made me freeze. Mum sensed my wonderment and held her grip briefly asking, ‘is everything alright?’ I couldn’t answer, my mouth was opening wider along with my eyes. Mum’s hand began to rub me again, a tighter grip and a faster rhythm. The feeling inside me grew and I was almost afraid of what was going to happen. Inevitably, I shot my first load of cum in a thick rope onto mum’s chest. There was such an ache suddenly, then a second and third orgasm spat out more cum over mum’s hand.I felt exhausted by the experience and my knees almost gave in. Mum was frozen too, but continued to hold my cock. She looked down at the spunk on her chest and slowly dropped my cock and stood up. She took a cloth and wiped the mess from her chest and ran her hand under the basin tap. She stared down at me, her breasts barely covered by her bra, and her look was one of cold disappointment. ‘Clean yourself and get to bed,’ she hissed and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.She didn’t tuck me in that night. We never, ever spoke about what had happened and mum never washed me or dried me again. I explored the wonderful feelings I had felt and learned how to make myself cum, but was forever disappointed that I was never again to share this with mum. I felt guilty and as if I had let her down, yet later I understood that mum really should have known what would happen. That conversation never happened and, now, never will.
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