These events took place in the mid-1960's in the Midwest.
Part 1 - At Home with Mommy
Danny Dixon had butterflies in his stomach. His mother had noticed several semen stains on his bedsheets and had taken Danny by the hand and marched him into his bedroom
"Have you been playing with yourself, young man?" his mother asked, pointing at the sheets.
"No, Mommy," he replied.
"Then how do you explain these stains?" He shook his head. "Don't play coy with me, mister," she continued. "I'm a grown woman with three children and I know what sperm smells like!"
She sat down on her son's bed and pulled the 14-year-old over her lap, so that his face was right near the tell-tale stains.
"I've told you what happens to naughty boys who masturbate!" she said, and began spanking him hard on his rear end.
Mrs. Dixon had a powerful arm. She spanked quickly and forcefully.
"Nooo, Mommy," Danny cried. "I didn't do anything wrong."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The spanking continued.
"It happens when I'm asleep, Mommy," he said with tears in his eyes. "When I wake up I'm wet and it's already happened."
"Filthy dreams, is it? Well, we'll see about that! Let me have a look at you. And if I find any abrasions or other signs that you've been playing with yourself you're going to get a paddling with my hairbrush!"
Mrs. Dixon stood Danny up on his feet abruptly.
"W-w-what?" he asked, not believing that his mother wanted to look at his penis.
"Get those pants down, young man." He didn't budge, but just stood there with a puzzled look on his face. "Oh, for heaven's sake!," she said, and started to unbuckle his pants.
His hands went reflexively to the top of his pants, trying to prevent her from undressing him. She slapped his hands away and continued.
"Don't fight me, Danny. Or do you have something to hide? Hmmm? We'll just see won't we, you naughty boy!"
Finally, his pants were down around his knees, soon followed by his underpants.
Mrs. Dixon stared at his boyish cock, craning her neck this way and that to get a good look at it without touching it. She didn't notice any abrasions or rub marks which would indicate chronic masturbation. Then she held the tip of his penis with the index finger and thumb of her left hand and lifted it up, using the tips of the fingers on her right hand to hold his scrotum out of the way. As she inspected the underside of the lad's penis, Danny let out a frightened little groan and started to back away a little bit.
"Now don't fight me, Danny. It looks as if you were telling me the truth. Don't be embarrassed. I'm your Mommy and I've seen your little wee wee plenty of times."
Danny relaxed a little, but then started to get a strange feeling when his mother's fingers went down to the shaft of his penis and pulled the skin taut so she could get a better look all around the tip.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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