The Macy’s catalog.

I knew right where to turn.

Bali.

Hanes.

Maidenform.

They were white, cream, or beige.

Boring (now).

But back then? Adult women in bras?? Wow.

Study every inch.

Trace the curves.

Pull out my hardening dick.

Stroke.

Faster.

Look at their smiling faces.

Faster.

So naughty they were, with no shirts on.

Faster.

Eyes closed.

Explosion.

Groan.

Eyes open.

Images bathed in a thick creamy layer.

Soaking into the page.

Knock on the door. PANIC!!

“Son, can I come in?”

PANIC!! Whisk pants up, stuff erection inside.

“Uhhhhh … just a sec, mom!”

Toss catalog into trash can.

It missed. Shit.

Pick it up.

Cum seeping out.

“One second, mom!”

“Oh, it’s okay, hunny – I just wanted to ask if you’ve seen my Macy’s catalog.”

SHIT!!

“Umm … nope, sorry!”

“Okay, no problem. If you find it, just let me know.”

+++

The following day was trash day.

I emptied my trash can into the kitchen garbage and covered it with other trash.

+++

Shortly after I got home from school that day, a knock on my door.

“Yes, mom?”

I was an only child. She was a single mom. The knock was always only her.

“Can I come in, son?”

Nothing to clean up today. “Sure.”

The door opened.

SHOCK. “Mom!!!”

She just smiled.

SHOCK. “Mom, you don’t have a shirt on!”

She smiled again.

“Son, if you wanted to masturbate on a woman’s bra, you could’ve just asked.”

I was horrified.

And helplessly aroused.

Mom noticed the tent growing in my shorts. “I’m right next door, you know.”

“But …”

She shushed me. “Do you want to jack off on a real woman, or not?”

+++

For the next several months, I didn’t need the Macy’s catalog.

My mom had to buy several more bras, though.

I stained too many of hers.

Eventually, she got a new boyfriend.

The walls were thin.

I could hear her getting something better than a load on her chest.

My socks absorbed the evidence of my responses.

Then one day the Victoria’s Secret catalog came in the mail.

Let’s just say … one page at a time.