Mother Instructs Timmy in the Art of Tidy Masturbation by Hunter Gould

The mattress Tim’s parents had bought him when he was sixteen was becoming ruined because of his masturbation. It was unfortunate for the mattress, but natural that Timmy chose this outlet for his sexual release. The thing was, the boy was still getting used to the strange feeling of his balls loading up with semen and then having to release it. He could produce the substance in good quantities though he no experience or idea of what to do about its disposal once produced.

One day things changed when his mom came home from work and told Tim to sit down for a talk. Tim knew by her manner that she meant business. His mother was a slim, dark-haired woman in her late-thirties with a face like Courtney Cox, but different. Her face was pretty and her lips plump. She had tits that were long and plump at the ends; they seemed big on her small torso and you could see her nipples through most garments she wore, not because she was putting it out there, but because that’s just how she looked.

Her hips were too big for a small lady, as if there is such as thing. She was made to have babies although she only had one, and that was Tim. She used to be a slight prude, but lately her lips exuded a cynical pout as if the dreams she had would never be fulfilled. Tim’s father had taken on more hours at work and so mother was basically a single parent most of the time, and the family was pretty stressed on finances right now; a bad combination for Tim that day, who was threatening to ruin an expensive mattress with his careless self-milkings. Mommy, whose name was Claire, got right to the point.

“Son, I was doing your laundry today, and I saw your bed….I cannot afford to have you do that to your mattress. It needs to last you until you leave home, and you are treating it carelessly.”

When Tim didn’t respond, his mother continued. “Listen to me, son. I know young men have pressure inside of their testicles that makes them need to pump the sperm out of themselves, and that’s ok, but you have to be responsible. You need to get better at this, guy. Understand?”

Tim turned a bright red color. He sat with his mouth open, the lower lip moving but no words were forming.

“Oh, you’re going to play dumb? Follow me and Mommy will show you what she’s talking about.” The boy felt like he was three years old when his mother referred to herself in the 3rd-person like that. He followed his mother into his bedroom.

“Mom, what are you talking about?” he whined as they entered the room. She ignored him and pointed to the mattress lying bare before her, stripped of its dirty sheets and soiled in dozens of spots and smelling ripe like male arousal, but ultimately savable. Left unabated, maybe a few months down the road, his habit would render his nighttime quarters rancid and un-usable.

Tim drew a breath sharply inward. “Mom, coach told us that’s normal,” he mumbled.

“Yes son, wet dreams are normal. I have no problem with semen leaking from your glands when you reach puberty, because you can’t help it. That’s natural and of course it’s Ok. But what you have done on this bed, is dirty, dirty, dirty,” said Timmy’s Mom. Mommy said this and she didn’t even know that some of the stains she was looking at right now had spurted out of Timmy’s cock were while he thought about Claire, his own mother.

It had happened again recently one night last week when Tim heard his parents make love. This time he fully understood what they were doing. He imagined he was his father as he lay atop of his mom and felt her wriggle and hump underneath him. Or maybe it was like the films that his coach showed with the buck mating the doe from behind. He wasn’t sure how they were doing it, but he would love it if a woman would coo in his ear the way that mom cooed in Daddy’s ear.

He snapped out of the daydream as Mom continued. “Tim, you can’t tell me that this is just from wet dreams can you?”

“Mom, I’m telling you, I don’t think that’s all from me. I think that mattress is getting defective. You should try to take it back.”

Mom’s eyes bored into him exasperated by his denial. “I think I should make you go back into the store and explain to the store management that you can’t keep your hands off of yourself so you need tips on how to clean seminal fluid off your mattress.”

All the stress built up made mom temporarily crazy with anger and her foot tapped on the floor quickly and dangerously. She blinked hard so she wouldn’t strike out with her fist and before Timmy knew it, Mom made him get up on the bed to show her how the bed got wet. Even as the boy admitted to the masturbation to avoid further discussion, Claire was having none of it.

“Show Mommy the way your body is positioned when your sperm comes out,” she demanded.

Tim gulped and almost sobbed out loud as he slowly got into position on his back, head on his pillow. He spread his legs, knees bent, to show his mother how he lay in bed when he had dirty thoughts before he fell asleep. The shamed teenager was close to tears from the humiliation and fear of knowledge his mother may also have of other recent transgressions such as the panties he’d found, or the other places he’d self-pleasured, like on the back patio for instance. He decided he’d better do what Mom said.

“So you lay like that and then what?”

“Mom, don’t.” said Tim. “This is so embarrassing.”

“You will show me what you do, and tell me what you think about, or your father will know what you have done,” said Claire, who was a runaway train and felt as dirty as the mattress right now because she realized that she was sexually aroused. The solution that she had planned to implement suddenly seemed like it could be inappropriate. She didn’t care at the moment.

Her boy rolled over onto his stomach with his hands underneath himself while she studied this. “Next position,” commanded the little brunette while she frowned disapprovingly.

Tim turned over onto his back again with his legs open to give her more detail on his genital manipulation. He told her it felt good when he gave his ball sac a brief jiggle with his free hand. Tim admitted that he had once thought of his teacher’s nylon covered thighs and his friend Casey’s older sister Kara who he had seen in a revealing bikini, so exotic with her dark hair and blue eyes. His prick began to stir under his pants as he admitted these things to his mother.

“Good, son.” said Tim’s mom. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m glad you like girls too, although it would be fine if you liked boys. Mommy just didn’t know yet. Your body is doing adult things now, so we are going to talk like adults about this, ok?

Tim was almost beyond embarrassment at this point; however his cock had started to cream at the tip in reaction to the sexual talk coming from his mother’s lips. He actually hadn’t had a cum in a few days which was unusual for him lately, so he was feeling really pent-up.

“What do you do when you feel yourself cumming?” she inquired. Tim admitted that when he was on his back, he just opened his legs wider when he felt his seed about to spurt out so he wouldn’t get any on himself, and then he scooted to a dry spot and went to sleep.

“Do you see how you’re ruining that mattress?” mom asked.“Yes, mom.” Tim mumbled.

“We need to do our thing another way, don’t we?” she asked.
“Yes, mom.” A long pause ensued while Tim, hoping for an end to the humiliation looked down.
“Take off your pants,” she said.

“Mom…”

“Now,” she ordered with blazing eyes. Tim wriggled out of his shoes and pants and sat on the edge of the bed in boxers and a T-shirt. The boxers had a wet ring where his penis was touching.

“Grab a pillow,” said mom. “Fluff it up.” She smiled for the first time since coming home. “Give it a name,” she said.

Tim reached up to the head of his bed and grabbed one of the two pillows he had and banged the sides together.

“A name for her,” mom gently prodded. Tim’s cock turned over in his boxers as his mom gender identified his pillow as female. A pin spot of liquid secreted out of his prick hole.

“Ashley,” he offered thinking of the blond girl who walked to class in front of him filling up a pair of wide jeans so perfectly and roundly
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“Ashley it is,” smiled mom and patted his head affectionately. “Now put her on your lap and get acquainted. Kiss her and tell her she’s pretty. Don’t give me any back-talk now. Until you get a girlfriend, she is your girlfriend. Now, with her, you have permission to go all the way, which you do not have yet in real life! Understand?”

Tim nodded.

“And if you do have sex son, you have the sense to use a condom. Don’t you, Tim?”

“Yes.”

“Good. But here in bed with Ashley, or Sally, or anybody you want to call her, you can do your thing right inside her. Do you understand? You told me about the films that coach showed you a couple months ago, remember? Yes. Those are the things you need to do with your new girlfriend,” mommy said as she touched the pillow on Tim’s lap.

Claire began to pet the pillow lewdly with both hands at if it were giving head to her son and told Ashley she wanted her to relieve her son’s tense penis.

“Do you understand, son?” asked mommy. “Now, don’t say a word. Lay Ashley down on the bed and take off your underwear.”

When Clair incurred a weak protest from her son, she again told him again to strip and lay his pillow out on the bed. She was aware that her panties were damp and soaking through. It wasn’t supposed to go like this, she thought. It was supposed to be a clinical, not sexual demonstration.

““I don’t want you to confuse this with the real person, Tim,” she continued. “If there is an Ashley in real-life, you will treat her with respect and realize that what you do here is just a fantasy. You are free to fantasize,” Mommy said. “Just do it responsibly.”

Tim was lying on his side. He grabbed his pillow with both hands and brought it to his hips as he moaned.

“Oh, good boy! You need to find your pillows vagina, son,” Tim’s mother told him. “You need to impregnate this woman. Do you hear me? You can pull down your shorts and let your penis out. It’s alright, son. Find her vagina, now. Plant your baby inside her, just like the movies you watched at school. Don’t use the mattress.”

Tim scrambled out of his boxers and while his mom watched he kneeled on the bed behind the pillow, lifted it up and out it on his erect cock with the pearl-white drop at the tip. He then fell roughly on top of it and began to twist and hump and move the pillow all around.

“Oh, Tim,” breathed his mother. “You’re a man now, huh. Let’s see you go. Make sure you slide all the way into Ashley’s birth canal honey to splatter your seed. It will feel so nice and cozy. You need to listen to Mommy and keep it all inside of her, ok? Do not let those sperm out to suffocate on the mattress anymore, got it? Spurt your love child in Ashley’s tummy from now on. Tomorrow we will turn the mattress over and spray it and it had better stay clean from now on.”

Mommy watched her boy do an age-old dance with his hips. And it sure looked as if Tim was on the way to becoming a man in front of his mother as he grinded and gyrated his hips wildly on his pillow.

“Pretty good, son,” said Claire, “but your semen is going to get everywhere. Remember you need to find her vagina.” Tim slowed down and wiggled his cock down into the pillow and made sure his penis was deep so that he would not make a mess if it happened quickly, like it sometimes did.

“Good, Tim. Oh son. You’re going to sow your seed right now. Shove that dick in deep. Yes, son I think your penis is fine. I think it may still grow some too. Put your little boner inside Ashley’s pussy-hole, Mommy needs to see that you do it right the first time,” said Claire as a little more wetness seeped into her panties. Though she was so turned on and still convinced that her humiliation was the best method, she felt a little shame as she knew she was going to cum soon.

“Do you want Mommy to put her finger inside your ass the first time you do it? Did you know you can put your finger in your own bottom when you spank yourself off? We need to get all that seed out.” Timmy grunted a negative though his pecker remained rock-hard.

“Shake your little sac, son, the way you told Mommy you like to do it. Honey, the main thing is to get all baby juice out, and keep it inside of your girlfriend. Try not to let it come out onto the mattress anymore, Ok?”

“Mom?”

“Yes, Tim?
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“Can I say fuck?”

“Yes, my baby boy,” said Mommy. “I want you to say fuck. Tell her that you’ll fuck her and then do it to her good. Let’s say fuck together!” And mother and son did, about thirty times together, panting, fingering, and creaming themselves unashamedly now; both knowing that this was lewd behavior.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ooh son, make her a mommy!”

Tim groaned and his hips continued the primitive and unstoppable rhythm.

“And son, I don’t want to lecture, but be pro-active. If you feel like you are going to have a wet dream, then grab Ashley and make a child with her before you fall asleep, ok? Good boy. Move your hips up and down, Leak your pre-cum inside Ashley too, and then spurt those babies up inside.”

The grunts she received from her son were the only answer she really wanted to hear. Claire felt like swooning as she backed out of the room. She stood in the doorway and rubbed herself through her pants as she watched her son do his inaugural masturbation with his pillow.

“You have a beautiful body son, I love you, and I’m so proud of you. I want you to know that.”

Tim’s mother slid her hand down the front of her pants now and pinched her erect clitoris between her thumb and forefinger like it was a cock as she watched. The hyper-aroused woman imagined she was a male playing with her slick little penis for a few delicious seconds as she pulled and beat the sensitive nub. Claire wanted to have a cock, just for one day, so she could know how it felt like to shoot an urgent load of semen.

“Make love to her, Tim. Oh it’s your honeymoon, son. You know what you two are doing will cause a pregnancy if she’s not on birth control,” warned Claire, voice full of throaty lust. “Oh, Timmy, imagine her big pregnant breasts lactating milk for your baby. “

Mother and son’s genitals tingled together as they played with themselves, each lost in their own world. Mommy saw her son’s naked penis slick with pre-cum. Her sense of triumph was matched by her sexual arousal. Claire’s vagina contracted and creamed her panties as she watched Tim’s young body in the throes of his rut. Claire admired her only son and watched his sticky young testicles ready to spurt the liquid child-juice deep in his feathery love nest. She felt a slight twinge of guilt and decided to give her boy privacy.

“Mommy will leave you two alone now,” said Claire. “I’m going to take a long bath. I’ll need to check tomorrow to see if that wet spot is in the right place Timmy.” Because after all, sex can be dirty, but sometimes it needs to be clean also. There was nothing un-natural at all about that thought Claire as she went to put her theory into practice again in the bath tub.

And Mommy Claire did check the next day, because mommy liked to see if her instructions were followed, and mommy liked to masturbate too.

And because Tim loved his Mommy and tried not to stain the mattress anymore, there was usually always fresh sperm in the pillow’s vagina, whether Timmy imagined that the pussy was Ashley’s, the Asian meteorologist, Ms. Pgystom, his plump English teacher bending over and pulling up one of her tight dresses for him, or even his slim, raven-haired mother’s pussy he was filling with his load.

When Claire checked the pillow, sometimes she would lay her head right down upon it with her face pressed right into her child’s ejaculate and let her hormones take over while the musky semen, sometimes still sticky wet from the night before, turned her pussy into a hairy little swamp. She might put it between her thighs and hump it for a thrill when Tim wasn’t home. A couple times, she imagined that she was the pillow while Timmy filled her with his seed. Once she imagined having a threesome with her co-worker Ronda and Ronda’s husband while she fingered herself off with the sex-fragrant pillow lying on her face.

Tim got over that afternoon with his mother. He considered it his sex-talk and filed it away. Once in awhile, when he was really pent-up, he could always get a secret thrill when he imagined inserting his penis back up into the slick vaginal canal of the pretty woman who had brought him into the world.

Both mother and son would sweat and shake as they used the pillow. Because Claire was a good Mommy, no-one ever knew that she did. Claire washed the pillow in the machine once in awhile and ended up buying a new one several times a year which was tidy, and way better than buying a new mattress.

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