Mary Ann 

B told me he had been masturbating and praying all day, that God told him to masturbate. He asked about Bob's masturbation and said I should encourage him. Bob didn't know at this stage that B and I were talking together like this. I told B I hadn't masturbated Bob for years but assumed he did it secretly. It didn't bother me.

B asked if it would be possible for me to watch him while he prayed. I knew what his praying meant I told him I'd think about it but I knew that I would agree after making him wait for a bit. I think he liked being kept on the hook. I received a letter one morning which contained a nude photograph of him. I remonstrated with him about the risk of the girls seeing the photo but I admitted I had kept it. You'll like it when you watch me do it, he promised. He sometimes called himself God's wanker and he talked as if my watching him was a done deal.

I wasn't sure what it would be like the first time. I didn't tell him I was coming, I just went to his house. He didn't show any surprise. He made us coffee and we went into the lounge. He asked for permission to undress and did so when I nodded. I knew what he looked like from the photo but I liked seeing him for real. There was nothing hurried. We sat together on the couch, him nude and me fully dressed which he said was exciting for him.

I thought he would ask me to touch him but he didn't. He just asked if he could masturbate. I said yes and he did it. He lay on the floor on his back with his eyes closed and seemed to concentrate hard on his stroking. He was slightly out of breath when he cummed, taking care that all the cum spattered on his body and not on the carpet. He rubbed it all over his belly and chest while thanking me profusely for being a witness as he called it.

Later the same evening, he called our home. It was Bob who answered. B laughed when the phone was handed over saying if only Bob knew. He thanked me again and said I'd allowed him to have a wonderful experience.