My mother and father divorced when I was 2 years old. She had quite a privileged upbringing and went to an all girl public school. My father was a boatyard manager on the Solent. My mother is very well spoken, very assertive with basically a very superior attitude. Very used to getting her own way, very used to getting male attention and has a very low opinion of males that have their brains in their cock. The only way to describe her if you were anyone but her son is that she can be a fucking bitch in under a seconds notice. It’s a wonder that my parents weren't divorced before! Now to the relevant parts. She is a 36F bust, always wears heels (ever since I can remember) and I always knew a certain amount of nudity in the house as and when I wanted to see.
My Upbringing:
Only child, brought up mostly surrounded by other women (mothers friends and relations) with no male involvement with my mother at all (until surprised by an uncle). My mother was the inspiration for my masturbation sessions from long before I could actually ejaculate and she obviously shaped my various interests and fetishes from that point onwards. The nearest I ever heard her mention sex was when talking to other women about how a guy was looking at her very obviously and if she had the chance the cutting put-down remark that she gave him. My mother has always worn ‘deep-plunge’ deep cleavage bras and she spent a lot of the summer very obviously braless. Her tits very soon triggered my erections from a very early age. I was very used to seeing her walk around the house spilling out of a bra, topless and completely nude and I would enjoy looking up her skirts too at every opportunity.
My Early Masturbation:
I would watch my mother at every chance as she dressed, undressed or get changed. The laundry basket, her underwear drawers, her panties, bras and pantyhose and ever her toothbrush were put to use very early on with me for masturbation sessions. Apart from a few rare chances where I got to look, touch, feel and/or masturbate over her (during sleep etc) unfortunately that’s as far as it went but I did fantasize about a LOT more. I would also get hard watching men looking at her when we were out. The fact that she was a bitch who attracted attention just excited me. I often wondered what would happen if she caught the attention of a real pervert like myself who would want a lot more than just look or a situation where no didn’t mean no.
Was I aware of other men with my mother? No, not until my uncle ‘educated’ me. Was I aware that my mother masturbated? Yes, I spied on her a few times over the years (the first time I had no idea what she was doing). Did my mother ever see me with an erection? Yes she did but only ever mentioned anything afterwards. If only phone cameras were about back then!
