Rosie Palms and her five sisters

Tonight I experienced the lowest low I've ever sunk to in my life. I hit a level of humiliation lower than any humiliation I have ever known before. Tonight my mother overheard me masturbating. Most decent mothers would never mention that they heard their child jacking off because it would embarrass their child to hear that. My mother seems to have come from a different school of mothering which believes that if you hear your child doing something embarrassing and private, you should tell them about it in a very disapproving, critical tone.

My mother is very religious and although I hadn't ever wondered about her views on masturbation, I think I can safely say that based on the disgusted look her face held when she told me she heard me 'having sex with myself,' her view is not kind.

I never believed masturbation to be wrong or shameful until my mother heard me doing it. The degree of unbridled disgrace and regret I feel right now is making me feel ill. The situation probably sounds funny to you but I feel sick with shame. The only way I could feel worse is if my father and grandparents had heard me as well.

Looking back, I made several critical errors. I should never have come home for the summer. I should have made sure no one was home before I started jerking off. I should not have masturbated next to an open window. I should have been much quieter when I was touching myself. None of these realizations helps me now but they have been filed away for future reference.

All I need to do is to figure out how to avoid my mother for the next two months, which should be really simple as I'm planning to die of mortification as soon as I'm done writing this post.