I answered a question in the discussion forum earlier about who was the first person to feel me. I had to think back, and I figured the person who asked the question probably meant other than your mom. When I was young and my mom washed me in the tub, she always used a facecloth, and it was always kind of rough and over quickly. But I remembered the first time I ever felt something special happened.

I think I was seven or eight. I didn't even know why yet, but I knew I liked to touch myself. One night when my parents were going out, they had a young neighbor who was probably twelve or thirteen come and babysit us. After they left and my sister had her bath, I went in for mine. The babysitter, Lynn, came in to check on me just before I was done in the tub. I'm pretty sure she saw me fondling my weiner which was sticking up, and I felt ashamed. I went to bed when I got out of the bathroom. My bedroom didn't have a door so she was able to come to the doorway and look in at me. I was enjoying playing with my weiner and I think she could tell what I was doing under the covers. A bit later, she tiptoed in and gently laid beside me. She put her arm around my shoulders and cuddled me up against her. I still remember the soft bulky green sweater she was wearing, and how I could feel her breasts against my face. Nothing was said, but i could feel her other hand sliding under the covers. My pajamas had an opening for me to pee through and I'd been fondling my weiner that was hard and sticking through the opening. I felt her push my hand away. It felt wonderful - It was the first time anyone except my mom had touched me there. She kept doing it for a long time, and I realized the next day that I'd fallen asleep. I thought about it every time I touched myself and couldn't wait till she babysat again. I wanted her to do that more and feel my face rubbing her breasts through that sweater.