When I first started indulging in Carol fantasies during my masturbation, I relied on my imagination. We had some photographs of her in the house but because her face was plain bordering on ugly, they were off putting rather than helpful.

    The fantasies followed a pattern. They usually involved variations on the theme of her catching me in the middle of a wank and then humiliating me. Sometimes there was a punishment of some kind like a spanking and an abject apology or a threat to report me to my wife.

    Of course I also often masturbated about other women, and occasionally men, but Carol remained a staple to which I often came back.

    Then I bought one of the early digital cameras which recorded onto a floppy and came with a free photo editing program. I bought the camera mainly to take nude photographs of myself to post on the internet and exchange with other wankers but very quickly began to experiment with the editing software.

    It wasn’t long before I invested in Photoshop and moved on from enhancing images to cutting and pasting heads of people I knew on to nude images. Even so, Carol wasn’t among the subjects because of her ugliness.

    That changed eventually because of another experience. Among my other masturbation subjects was my first real girlfriend, Denise. I ran into Denise for the first time for more than 20 years. Like Carol, she’d never been pretty but now she was without doubt fairly ugly.

    My thought after the meeting was that I’d never be able to fantasise about Denise again now that I’d seen what she’d become. But within a week or so, I’d integrated my new impression of her and was masturbating for her as before. That’s what decided me to make some images of Carol.

    I chose a picture of her because of it’s good definition and pasted her face onto the body of an older woman nudist whose body corresponded to Carol’s size and shape. After a bit of working reconciling dimensions and skin tones, I was stunned by the result ; I had in front of me a fabulous picture of Carol in the nude.

    Her ugliness suddenly didn’t matter. For days afterwards, I spent every moment I could masturbating for her with the photograph and quickly made a set.

    My wife has never suspected my masturbation fixation with her mother but she inadvertently contributed to intensifying it. Carol was a schoolteacher before she retired and my wife told me there had been some occasional suspicions of lesbianism on her mother’s part. I didn’t show it of course but I found this very exciting.

     A search through boxes of old photographs yielded images of Carol with other female teachers as well of some of her as a child and as a young woman.

     I then made photoshop images using these and now have a collection that shows her nude at every age and indulging in lesbian sex with another daughter (not my wife) and with her stepdaughter.

     I never tire of Carol masturbation and the odd thing is that I now find her ugliness almost beautiful.

     (To be continued)