mommywanker's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog My mother and my masturbation It's only since I got older that I have begun to understand the extent to which my mother has dominated my sexuality. I now realise that all the women in my life have resembled her and most have had the same small, saggy breasts which I adore. As an adolescent, I wasn't aware of having any sexual desire for her even though I saw her nude occasionally and liked doing so. She liked to remind me sometimes that she had breastfed me but at the time, I was more embarrassed than anything else. I know now also from some remembered childhood incidents, not understood at the time, that my mother masturbated and I am sure that I inherited my own passion for frequent and intensive masturbation (at least three times every day) from her. She never mentioned my masturbation habit to me although she knew about it from the state of my bedsheets. (Those were the days when 'nocturnal emissions' were supposed to be the culprit; years later, she told me mischievously that she used to 'wonder' about the creaking of my bedsprings.) Sometimes, if I was doing it in my bedroom during the day, she would come close to catching me but never did, I think because she knew I would die of shame. It's only in the last couple of years, since I began to form a clearer picture of my adolescent sexuality, that I have begun to think about my mother while masturbating. It's something that had been at the back of my mind but I'd always resisted it as being a breaking of the incest taboo. Then I came across a box of pictures of her as a young woman and after a period of further resistance gave into the temptation to photoshop some of them. The results of the nude images I made of her were irresistibly exciting. I played with myself while making them and then masturbated with them and discovered to my joy that I felt no bad conscience whatsoever. The discovery that I could give free rein to my subconscious desire for her, which must always have been there, has been fantastically liberating. I can now fantasise freely about her sexuality and her body and how things might have been when I was a teenager when she could have taught me so much that I had to find out, sometimes painfully, with other women. Naturally, I have never admitted this openly to anyone but it is comfortable secret.     Posted on : Dec 2, 2011     Add Comment Jimbow53 Comments: 86 Commented on Dec 4, 2011 I know I had some of the same things occur with me   curiousytown Comments: 5,072 Commented on Dec 2, 2011 nice! its amazing how similar our lives and interest are. I'd love to chat on msn or yahoo or exchange emails about our thoughts and feelings as adults for our mothers.