Well, I wish I could say it was the first time my mother caught me masturbating. But, it wasn’t.
And, it’s not like I was always walking around the house, pulling my crank out and flashing it around, either. I wasn’t trying to get caught, but, she had this uncanny ability to want to barge into my bedroom, or need to talk to me when I was in the shower, and as a result, she periodically caught me with my hand around my crank, pumping it toward orgasm. On top of that,