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Measuring My Cum

Date: 2/18/2016, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Author: griffen1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

38DD), and a good-sized rear end -- not gross, but quite a nice full, curvy bottom. And if you were going to ask me 'Did I ever fantasize about my mom sexually?' my answer would be yes, of course. Many a time. Don't most sons' at one time or another? This story is actually about how those fantasies, quite unexpectedly became a reality. So back to the story. I had just turned 18. Like most guys I had been masturbating for some years. I had what I thought was a reasonable stash of porn -- magazines, videos and DVDs. Then for some inexplicable reason I started to develop a regular ache in my balls which I had never experienced before. It would start gradually in the mornings and then build up to an uncomfortable feeling by the end of the day. The only way to relieve the discomfort would be to bring myself off and get rid of my cum when I got home in the evenings. I'd have to do it at least three times during the course of the evening. By the end of my third wank, I'd be fine and comfortable again. And the funny thing about this was I always seemed to have plenty of semen. I never seemed to dry up or produce a small quantity, even after the third time of the evening. After a few weeks of this I decided I needed to get some medical advice. There was surely something not quite right. I felt embarrassed about going to our f****y doctor. I had never really discussed anything sexual with mom before (as I said before, she was quite a prude and didn't approve of 'modern girls' ... behaviour), but I felt as this was a health issue, I should ask her advice on it. I didn't know who else to turn to, in all honesty -- I didn't really want to discuss it with my friends. One evening after our dinner we were in the living room. I was reading a magazine and Mom was knitting (I was only allowed a TV in my room as mom rarely watched TV, refusing to have 'those awful shameless programmes with semi nudity and v******e mixed with commercials ' in her living room). "Mom, I've got a bit of a problem," I said. "What's that dear?" she said, not looking up at me. "Well," I replied rather awkwardly, "It's a little embarrassing." "Come on Jacob, speak up," she replied rather sternly this time, and giving me a cursory glance. "Well, it's a little personal," I continued again, hesitatingly. She stopped her knitting, straightened up her body a little and looked at me rather seriously. "Tell me young man," she said keenly, "Have you got a girl in trouble?" "Err... no mom," I replied. "It's more of a personal health thing." "Go on then," she said relaxing a little and starting up her knitting again. "Don't be shy." "Err... well it's about my... err," I hesitated, "...private parts," I said squirmingly, and in a low tone. "About what?" she said loudly. "Well, it's about my testicles," I said not looking at her but the carpet in front of the sofa. She stopped knitting again. "Go on" she said, more gently than I had expected. "Well, I seem to have some aches and discomfort there. I was ...