Subject: My Thoughts Masturbation
Story Codes: f-solo m-solo
Updated: November 20, 2013
Author: Kelly <pghp_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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What is the big deal about masturbation anyway? Everyone does it, whether
they admit it or not. If you know anything about me, you know I LOVE
doing it. Here are my thoughts on the matter.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - What's the Big Deal?
Chapter 2 - Masturbation Tells All
Chapter 3 - My First Exposure to Masturbation
Chapter 4 - How I Started Masturbating
Chapter 5 - How My Mom Helped Me Masturbate
Chapter 6 - Some Final Thoughts
Chapter 1 - What's the Big Deal?
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Imagine if someone offered you something that was 100% legal, makes you
feel absolutely wonderful, can be done most anywhere, harms nobody else,
doesn't involve any drugs, and best of all is FREE. Why you would have
to be crazy to turn it down, right?
Hmmmmmm, sounds like a pretty good description of masturbation!
So why is it that masturbation is some sort of dirty secret that everyone
shares but nobody wants to talk about? I mean, practically everyone I
know does it so why all the secrecy and shame? Yet every day some poor
kid is chastised by his parents or other elder when he or she gets caught
doing what simply comes natural. What makes it all the more ironic is
that later those same parents go off and do it themselves!
Kids can't be blamed for wanting to masturbate. Their hormones are
surging, their bodies are changing shape, new feelings and responses seem
to be awakening almost daily. With all that it would be unnatural for
them NOT to want to masturbate! So what if they’re fantasizing about sex
when they do? Stopping them from masturbating certainly isn't going to
make them stop from fantasizing. If anything, the pent up frustrations
will more likely just lead to even more fantasies and who knows what all
else.
Whenever we treat something as taboo, inevitably it only serves to make
it more fascinating to the people you are trying to "protect". If Mom
and Dad won't discuss sex and masturbation, then it must be really good -
right? One of the biggest issues I have regarding withholding sexual
information from kids is that if they haven't told anything about it from
their parents then that leaves them to learn on their own. In far too
many cases, this results in unwed mothers, STDs and sexual perversion.
Before anyone goes nuts and starts writing me more hate mail, I don’t
mean we expose eight year old kids to porn, a little common sense please.
Every parent needs to make that judgment on their own as to when it’s
appropriate. The key is to make that decision!
Fortunately I grew up in a family where sex was not a taboo subject. My
parents believed that an informed child makes more responsible decisions
and behaves in a more accountable manner. Teaching kids about
responsible sex does not encourage them to do it, if anything just the
opposite is true. By removing the shroud of mystery their curiosity is
satisfied. Even if it doesn't stop them from having sex, hopefully they
will at least practice safe sex.
A part of learning to deal with sex is learning to deal with the human
body. Growing up, nudity was present but definitely not flaunted in our
home. My parents and I did not run around naked or go off exposing
ourselves to the neighborhood or anything stupid like that. At the same
time we weren't ashamed of our bodies and nudity was acceptable - in the
proper time and place.
To me the key was that I was taught to differentiate between nudity and
sexuality. For instance we never wore wear swim suits in the hot tub
except when we had guests. The reason we didn't was because it was more
comfortable that way, not because we intended to have sex or felt some
weird desire to flaunt our bodies in front of one another. Although
bedroom and bathroom doors were rarely shut unless for a specific reason,
we still honored each other's privacy by not barging in unannounced even
if the door was open.
When my parents DID shut their bedroom door it was almost always for one
reason. Because they were open with me about sex I knew what they were
doing and so I never disturbed them. It makes me a bit sad knowing that
most parents hide the intimacy and sexuality of their marriage from their
kids. If anything, it made me feel more secure growing up knowing my
parents were in love and had a healthy sexual relationship. I didn't
need to SEE them having sex, just knowing they did it was enough for me.
So in the end, what's the big deal about masturbation?
Chapter 2 - Masturbation Tells All
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Because of the experiences I’ve had sexually, especially with regards to
incest, I get a lot of people asking me for sexual advice. Many of these
revolve around how to have an incestual relationship of one sort or
another with a family member. In almost every case the first question I
ask is whether they masturbate and do they know if the person they want
to be involved with masturbates.
The response to that question usually tells me 80% about a person's
overall sex life and almost everything when it comes to predicting the
success rate of them having a more intimate family relationship. If the
answer is that they don't masturbate (liars), I know there are serious
issues that need to be addressed before moving forward with any fantasies
they may have. Simply put, how can you expect to have sex with your
daughter or niece if you are too embarrassed to masturbate with them
around?
When a husband tells me his wife never masturbates when he is around, or
that she hates it when he does it, that's a sure-fire signal to me that
they have issues with their marriage. If anyone shouldn’t be worried
about their partner masturbating, it should be their spouse. Isn't it
far better for a husband to masturbate looking at pics of some girl than
to go out and find one to do for real? It’s the old, “window shop but
don’t but anything” concept.
As for husbands complaining to me about their wives not masturbating, it
speaks volumes to their relationship. Of course she masturbates! The
fact she’s not letting him see her is all I have to hear to know their
marriage is in jeopardy.
Maybe I'm making too big a deal about masturbation but I strongly feel
that if you can’t be comfortable doing yourself, how can you expect to be
comfortable trying to please someone else? If you can't accept pleasure
from you own hand, maybe that's why you have issues receiving it from
others.
All this is why I feel masturbation is so important. It's not just DOING
it, it's where and how you do it. It's how you deal with it when you're
with others. It's how you accept others doing it when you are around.
Think about it before jumping to any conclusions. I'm sure you'll agree
with me!
Chapter 3 - My First Exposure to Masturbation
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I can vividly remember my first exposure to masturbation. Knowing what
happened that day should help you to understand better why I have the
attitude that I do about masturbation. I wrote up a diary entry about
this so read it if you want more details (it’s the first one in my
diary).
Back when I had just turned eight years old I was walking past my
parent's bedroom one weekend morning and saw my dad laying on the bed.
He was naked but that wasn't unusual since both of my parents slept in
the nude. In fact, I also did later when I turned twelve. Still, there
was something different going on this time. I peered in and it was then
I saw that he was holding his penis and was doing something with it. Not
only that but his penis looked different than I'd seen it before.
Whenever I saw my dad naked, usually in the hot tub or in the bathroom,
his thing was hanging down and sort of small but somehow it had become
large and much longer and looked to be very stiff from the way he was
able to stroke his hand up and down on it like a fat broom handle. His
eyes were closed but he definitely wasn't sleeping!
At this age I was much too young to feel anything sexual about what I was
seeing so it was curiosity more than anything that made me watch,
wondering what in the world my daddy was doing. It was fascinating so I
stood there in the doorway, watching him intently to see what would
happen. My parent's bed was situated so they faced away from the door in
the bed so he either didn't notice me or didn't mind that I was watching
(probably the latter looking back now).
As I watched silently my dad's hand started to move faster and faster and
then suddenly I was startled as he began to groan rather loudly and make
funny faces. Worried, I thought that maybe something was wrong and I was
about to speak out to ask if he was OK when his hips rose up in the air
and he gasped. Suddenly this thick white fluid start spurting from the
end of his penis! I knew that this was where he peed from but what I saw
this time certainly wasn't pee!
It must have done that six or seven times and by the time he was done his
stomach was covered with it. He rubbed his penis in it, spreading it all
around, jerking every now and then as if he was being shocked. After it
was over he laid there motionless, breathing heavily as if he'd been
working out.
It seemed like whatever he was doing was over so I was about to turn and
leave him alone when I felt a hand on my shoulder - it was my mom! I
almost blurted out something, afraid that I had done something wrong but
she put her finger to her lips and led me back to my bedroom. She lifted
me up onto my bed and then sat down next to me. I was terrified that I'd
done something wrong!
That led to a long talk with my mom about sex, our first. From there we
went on to other things moms and daughters talk about but when she left I
couldn't help but remember the way my dad looked when he was doing it.
There was definitely something different about him but I didn't quite
understand what it was. Had my mother left things as they were, I would
have been unsatisfied and curious which might have led to more snooping
around. Fortunately, my mother had other plans for me.
After supper when the sun was about down my mom called me to come out
with her and my dad. I quickly stripped off my clothes and ran
downstairs, grabbing a bath towel on my way. Walking out into the deck,
I saw my parents were already in so I joined them as fast I was able to
adjust to the hot water.
After a while I noticed that my dad was looking at my mom in a funny way.
She nodded her head to him and long story short (read my diary entry if
you want to know what all happened), my mom had me give my dad a hand job
until he came on me. I didn’t touch his dick again for almost eight
years so it wasn't like it was a “sexual” introduction or anything weird
like that.
As a result I understood why he did it and I was never embarrassed to see
him masturbating. Also, he felt more freedom to do it when I was around.
Best of all, years later when I finally started masturbating myself I
wasn't shy about doing it when he was around.
Chapter 4 - How I Started Masturbating
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My first real masturbation opportunity came later than for many girls.
That shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who knows me because I was a bit
of a late bloomer in about everything else. I was even one of the last
of the girls in my group of friends to start my period. For that matter
I was late about everything compared to most of my friends - always the
one with the smallest boobs, that last to get a decent figure, and so
forth.
After I had turned eleven I started to notice that when I rubbed myself
against something or with my hand that it created these wonderful
feelings between my legs I'd not felt before. At first I wasn't sure
what to do but some things just sort of work their way out naturally.
I'd seen my mom do it to herself a few times but normally she did it when
she was alone. It wasn't that she was trying to hide or anything, she
just seemed to enjoy doing it when it was quiet and nobody was around to
interrupt her.
At eleven my breasts were barely bumps but they were definitely growing.
As a result there were times when they would hurt and I found that by
gently massaging them and playing with my nipples that it helped to make
them feel better, or least made me forget about the pain. My nipples
especially became more and more sensitive. Indeed, there were times when
they would swell and harden to where they poked out further than my
boobs! My dad loved to play with my mom's boobs and I envied her for
having such large breasts.
If there is one problem with being taught that masturbation is natural is
that as a kid you don't understand that not everyone in the world was
raised the same way. As I got more into touching myself I would rub
myself against table legs and poles... anything to press against my
increasingly sensitive pussy. Sometimes when we were out my mom would
often catch me and stop me. She tried to explain that doing such things
at home was OK but not in public. Frankly, it was hard to understand at
that age but I did the best I could to follow her directions.
Chapter 5 - How My Mom Helped Me Masturbate
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By the time I’d been masturbating a few months I knew something was
wrong. Sure I was enjoying the feel of touching myself but somehow I
felt that I wasn't getting the full effect. Seeing my mom masturbate,
she was doing something different, that was for sure! Feeling frustrated,
one day I decided to ask my mom about her promise she had made long ago
to me with regards to helping me to masturbate. She just smiled and told
me she'd be upstairs in a few minutes to help me.
I was laying on my bed when my mom entered my bedroom and I immediately
saw that she was totally nude, not even a pair of socks on her sexy body.
The fact she was nude wasn't a shock in and of itself but she never
deliberately paraded herself in front of me so I wondered what was going
on.
"Don't look so surprised Kelly," she said with a smile, "Now go ahead and
get undressed. It's time for us to have a nice mother-daughter time
together."
Following her lead, I quickly stripped off my clothes and the two of us
sat on my bed next to one another. Being nude with my mom was not
something new by any means. Sometimes we even shared a warm bath or
shower, rubbing each other's back and washing each other down.
Personally, I think it's great for a mother and daughter to do such
things together. Women seem to be able to be able to be together in an
intimate setting without having to have sex whereas I've found that the
minute a guy is next to a nude girl he instantly gets an erection and
wants to fuck her. Not that it's always so bad!
My mom took one of my pillows and put it against the foot of my bed.
Then she put her hands on my shoulders to turn me saying, "OK, now you
lay back against your pillow while I do the same at the other end."
We positioned ourselves so we were sitting at opposite ends of the
daybed, facing each other with our knees together but I could still see
her hairy pussy between her firm thighs. My mom was a very pretty woman
and even though she had turned 31 she still had pretty much the same
figure as when she married my dad. In fact, when I got a little older
many people thought she was my older sister when we are in our bikinis at
the pool. I think such "mistaken identities" made her proud and she was
always working on her figure.
"That's good Kelly, now I want you to watch me and just do whatever I do.
Don't be embarrassed, it's perfectly natural to do this. It's no
different than for your dad to do what he does."
I just nodded and kept my eyes fixed on her. She started by lightly
running her fingers on her skin, all over from her hips to her shoulders.
At first she would barely touch her breasts but with each pass she would
brush against them a bit more until finally she would take her finger and
circle around her nipples. Then she pinched her nipples softly, tugging
on them as they hardened.
Like a little mirror I mimicked her every move. My budding breasts were
nowhere close to being anything like hers but they were becoming more
sensitive with every passing day. Goose bumps raised on my arms and legs
as my fingers passed over my breasts and I played with my hardening
nipples. It was interesting in that I was watching her while at the same
time she was watching me. It was almost like we were mirrors for one
another.
My mom slowly worked on hand down her flat stomach until she reached her
pubic hairline. Her pubic hair was black and thick which she trimmed
slightly and kept the edges shaved for her bikini but otherwise it was a
thick matt of coarse hair. She ran her fingers though it, pulling on it
gently as she straightened it out with her fingers. I was doing the same
but my pubic hair was more fuzz and was just starting to fill in. As I
watched she spread her legs further apart and then reached down and
started to rub her pussy. She reached into her pussy and wet her finger
which she then used to lubricated her clit. This was the first time I'd
seen my mom's pussy from this angle and definitely the first time I'd
seen her touching it or putting her fingers inside. She looked so pretty
and sexy, I was wishing that I could be like her. I had explored myself
before so it wasn't the first time my finger had been in me. However, it
WAS the first time anyone had watched me do it.
"That's it Kelly, now doesn't that feel good?"
It certainly did! Talk about an understatement. I was rubbing my clit in
small circles just like she was and it was like little jolts of
electricity were shooting out from it. Now and then I would put my
finger back in me to rewet myself and I noted each time I did how much
wetter I was than the time before. We each still had one hand on one of
our boobs while the other was working our pussy.
This was crazy. Even though I was almost twelve I'd never thought I
would do anything like this with anyone, let alone my mom! In thinking
about it later I realized that who was better to teach a girl about
herself than her own mother? Besides, it wasn't like she wasn't enjoying
it herself! Soon the second hand followed the first so both hands were
now working our pussies - one handling the inside while the other worked
the outside. We started with one finger inside and eventually went to
two.
"Oh god, I'm cumming," my mom whispered.
Not really understanding what she meant, I watched her as her hands moved
feverishly on herself and suddenly her back arched and she rammed her
fingers into herself. Her head went back and she moaned loudly as I saw
her face and upper body become flush from the lust that was emerging from
her. It was fascinating to see my mother like this since I'd never seen
her erotic side exposed like this before. Wow, my mom was really hot!
She was still working her pussy as she opened her eyes to look at me and
said, "You can do it Kelly, you can cum too, keep at it baby!"
After watching her experience her orgasm her words were enough to get me
started on my first orgasm. I felt my clit swelling like it never had
before and then my pussy suddenly felt like it was on fire as a
tremendous surge of pleasure erupted from it which quickly consumed my
entire body. My god! This was incredible! It didn't seem to want stop -
not that I wanted it to. My pussy was suddenly so wet that my fingers
slid in and out like they were greased. I could feel my cum gushing out,
dripping down to my ass and onto the sheets. Gradually the sensation
died down although for quite a while I felt this wonderful afterglow.
I focused back on mom as my attention had wandered during my orgasm. I
saw her looking at me intently with a big smile on her face.
"Now that's my sexy girl. So tell me, how did you like it?"
"Oh mom! I loved it! Thank you SO much!!"
"Well, remember you can do it just about any time or place if you're
discreet. Girls are so lucky, we can do it about anywhere. As I'm sure
you know from watching your father, guys are a bit more obvious when they
do it!"
Chapter 6 - Some Final Thoughts
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Masturbation is an essential part of my daily routine. In fact, I can
hardly remember a day in recent years that I haven't done it at least
once and even those days are few and far between. For me it's not just
the release of sexual tension as I will masturbate even after getting
plenty of sex. The simple fact is that I LOVE doing it. The afterglow
sometimes lasts for hours which is great when you have to spend two hours
in a lecture hall!
My favorite time for sex in general, either masturbation or live sex, is
when I first wake up. For some reason I seem to wake up naturally
hornier than I tend to be at any other time of the day. I love to hit
the alarm shutoff and then just reach down and cup my warm pussy in my
hand. One thing I sort of miss is that I don't have any hair there to
play with as I shave myself clean. It’s easy to get started as usually
I’m at least a little bit wet when I wake up. I don't usually remember
dreaming about sex but it seems my mind must have been doing something
naughty to get me this worked up.
My morning sessions are usually rather low-key as I'm satisfied with a
nice little orgasm at that time of day. Whether I do it again during the
day is sort of dependent on how things go and what my mood is. If I'm
looking forward to something, such as going home for the holidays and
it's only a few days away, I may be thinking about it a lot and find
myself pretty tense by noon. Sometimes I'll go back to my room for a
quick relief if time allows. Other times I've resorted to using the
girl's restroom.
When I'm extremely horny I like to masturbate in more risky places since
the element of danger seems to elevate the strength of my orgasm. I've
done it in class and even in church. It's all about seat location,
apparel and having something to help hide. Winter coats are great
blockers for instance. Another time I enjoy doing it is when I'm
driving. There is just something exhilarating about driving down the
road with one hand on my pussy. There have been a few times when
truckers and guys in high pickup trucks have seen me but they don't mind
and I certainly don't care if they watch.
That brings up the other element that makes masturbation special for me.
I love being watched when I do it. I've teased many a boy on dates by
masturbating in front of them, almost always in a car or movie theater
but sometimes in bed or any other location they like. It makes me so hot
to see them getting hard and horny, watching me and getting horny but
unable to do anything about it; seeing me cum but forced to just watch.
Sometimes I would reward them afterwards but if I was feeling nasty I
would make them drive home with their balls ready to explode!
At home masturbation is like sex and nudity, something that's done but
not flaunted. It can be a bit more public when the situation calls for
it. My parents don't mind if we're watching a sexy movie on cable or a
rental and I get hot to the point where I spread my legs and start
playing with myself as I lay on the couch. Heck, even my dad will
sometimes jerk off if he gets horny enough. The last Victoria Secret
special had him playing with himself for the entire show and he has a
real thing for Amanda Tapping on StarGate SG1, sometimes cumming twice a
show if she is starring!
My mom is the most private in the family when it comes to masturbation.
She keeps a drawer of dildos and vibrators next to her bed and it's quite
a collection! I'll often hear them in the morning after my dad's left for
work. I've joined her a few times as I love watching her doing herself.
Other than that I rarely see her other than in the hot tub where she
likes to make use of the jets. Can't blame her - I love them too!
My Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi are more like me in that they do it when
they feel like it and it doesn't really bother them if any of us are
around. Between them, my dad and me you can imagine that our family
room can get quite interesting when we have the right movie on! We never
touch each other when we're masturbating. It not intended to be a sex
act between us but instead a response to the internal feeling we have
without having sex.
In conclusion I just want to encourage everyone to stop making
masturbation such a taboo subject. Enjoy it! Please - encourage your
children to explore their sexuality, to learn what makes their bodies
respond. If they masturbate more maybe they won't be so horny that they
have to have sex without the right precautions and attitudes, ending up
with kids out of wedlock!
Whatever your reasons, be yourself... and do yourself.
THE END