This is the story of a son who became masochistic under the influence of his own mother.
My mother is a stay-at-home mom. In my childhood in Japan, there were still many full-time housewives. At that time, Japan was in a period of economic growth and men were workaholics. My father was one of them. Housework was considered a job that should be done by the mother.
My mother, an educated woman, wanted to work outside the home herself, but was not allowed to do so. My father and grandmother objected to it. Because someone has to do the housework. My mother had no choice but to become a housewife. This frustrated my mother. And my mother’s anger turned to me.
My mother interfered with me more than necessary. She was strict when it came to discipline and sexual matters. In particular, she wanted to check my sexual development. I was stripped naked when she spanked me. Then she made me strike an embarrassing pose. She took her time inspecting every inch of my body.
My mother grew up among female sisters. The school she attended was also an all-girls high school, and she did not know how to handle boys. So my mother did not interfere in any way with my older sister. My sister, who was good to the point, evaded my mother’s attack, and only I, a slow learner, was left behind. I was the only target of my mother.
As a child, I was not embarrassed when my mother saw me naked. But gradually, as I grew into manhood, I began to have pubic hair. I hated having my mother see my pubic hair more than a spanking. “I can’t see. Show me, show me well,” said my mother. My mother brushes my hand away and pulls hard on my penis.
What are we doing in my mother’s dimly lit bedroom? I thought to myself as a child that this was not a very good thing. Come to think of it, my mother also told me not to tell anyone. My mother’s physical examination of me continues into the evening.
