My mom let me keep porn.

True story. Nothing sleazy, but I still get a little stiff thinking about it.

When I was in seventh grade, I had a growth spurt and hit puberty hard. All of a sudden, I had pubic hair and could produce a pretty good spurt of semen.

my parents were divorced and I usually spent my summers bored out of my mind at my father’s house with his second wife. I never really liked her, so we didn’t really didn’t hang out.

Sometimes, she would go shopping and I would go through her stuff. I’d go through her underwear and check her sizes. Then I would look through my fathers stuff. That’s when I discovered porn. He had some really exotic hardcore magazines that looked to be foreign. He also had a bunch of hustler magazines. He kept all this stuff in an attaché case in his closet. After discover his coach of porn, I would run upstairs whenever his wife left the house. I would go through the porn and masturbate my 12 year old penis.

Emboldened by my find, I suspected there might be more. I went through other storage areas throughout the house. Eventually, I came across another attaché case in the basement. It was stuffed full of 5 year old Hustlers and other 7-11 type magazines.

That’s when I started “collecting.” Before going back to my moms house, I picked four of the 50 or so mags I found. I figured my dad wouldn’t notice such a small number missing. I hid them in my belongings and took the home.

Because I was kind of worried about my mom finding the magazines, I decided to cut out my favorite pictures so I didn’t have to keep the whole magazine. I would stay up all night, cutting out pictures of naked women. Then I would try to find a good place to keep them.

One night, I put everything away and was getting ready for bed. My mom came in for something - can’t remember what, but it was trivial. We talked for a couple minutes and suddenly she saw one of the pictures that I had cut out (but had apparently dropped to the floor). It was of a woman holding open her vagina so you could see her pink.

My mom gasped my name and picked it up. She studied it and looked at me. I was beet red and had nothing to say. She collected herself and placed the picture on my dresser and casually said “goodnight” without any anger or attitude. I was stunned - absolutely stunned.

Well, as I turned 13, I found a guy in the neighborhood who could get me old magazines. I would give him $3 a magazine at first. By summer, I had 10 magazines.

One time, I must have fallen asleep after masturbating. I am sure I dropped the magazine to the floor and forgot about it the next morning. At school, I remembered what had happened and was panicked! I was terrified I would be in trouble when I got home.

Instead, when I got home, I found my room had been tidied but I couldn’t find my porn! I went to the stack in my closet and noticed that the magazines had been stacked in date order - something I would never do. I also found the magazine I dropped in the eighth position. My mom has apparently organized my porn for me.

Absolutely true story.