But since that night onwards he never came on to me but expected me to do all the things for him.I used to go on to him every night and squeeze his ma...-b00bs and his rod and scuk on them regularly for almost a month.One day he said that he might get confused about the feelings between us could get him in to trouble when he has to do it with a girl and wanted me to stop it.I never went on to him for at least a week and after a week I couldn’t control and placed my hands on his waist and hugged. I moved my hand back to his cock, and as Larry started to move from side to side again, I could see and feel a big wet spot in his briefs from the oozing precum. With just the thin briefs on, I could see and feel Larry’s foreskin slide back and forth over the head of his cock, and could also feel the protruding veins that ran around his thick cock. Larry was obviously enjoying me gripping and rubbing his cock, and he had his eyes closed and was quietly moaning. After a few more minutes he. It was a sort of symbolism that matters – just as sleeping in the marital bed had far more significance than if it was just another mattress or another bed. It was clear from these shared symbols, as well as how close and comfortable they were together, that their relationship was more than just a casual affair. Certainly, a husband spying on his wife could conclude that their marriage was in real trouble. I had no such concerns. No matter what she did or how deep her feelings for Frank. Also, of course, that masturbation was not a bad thing, it was fine and a healthy outlet for sexual feelings. You probably have covered the same points with your children.Then, right after he'd turned thirteen, I took some clean clothes to his bedroom and there he was, completely naked on his bed masturbating as I came in."Oh, hi, Mom," he said as he pulled the sheet over his middle but doing little else to cover what he'd been doing including the rather prominent tent in his sheet which.