Were you allowed to Masturbate growing up?

Not really. The basic rule was don't cum on anything upholstered or carpeted. Anything else was fair game.

Yes, my cousin and I did it together a lot and sometimes there were others too.

 

Dad showed me how to masturbate and we do it several times a week since he first showed me when I was 13

 

NO. Masturbation was never discussed and I only tried it when I was home alone.

 

Was I “allowed” to masturbate?! It was never discussed, I did it at least twice a day in my teens, never got caught. I was introduced to “beating my meat” from classmates in the fifth grade who had been told about this exciting and most pleasurable thing. A year later was introduced to cock sucking. I never pursued that any further than three or four times. I’m in my sixties and still masturbate regularly. It is a known medical fact that regular ejaculation helps keep the prostate healthy. My doctor once after a prostate exam recommended it. I never had kids and would not have had a problem with them doing it because it is a natural thing and EVERY NORMAL PERSON DOES IT. It is one of the best stress relief methods.

 

Masturbating is an amazing reset during a stressful work day. Just a couple of minutes of masturbating to have an erection will calm your nerves and make you feel better…

 

it wasn't really ever discussed , but i am sure my parents knew about it , my dad did talk to me about it when I was 13, but i had started sooner than that..

 

Unfortunately my parents frowned upon my masturbation. Although they never "caught me in the act" they knew I did it and would reprimand me regularly. My father actually found my stroke books, threw them away and called me a little pervert. This had the total opposite effect and only increased my urge and desire to masturbate. Thanks to my parents I fell in love with playing with my cock!!!

 

Bij ons werd er nooit gesproken over seks en zelfs ook nooit bedekt naar verwezen. Seks bestond gewoon niet. Als jonge jongen moest ik natuurlijk van m'n piemeltje afblijven 'vies' was de vermaning. En slapen bij voorkeur met handen boven de dekens!
Ik moet zo ongeveer 10 zijn geweest dat ik van een vriendje hoorde hoe dat baby's gemaakt worden. Hij wist het weer van zijn oudere broer. Dat vriendje vertelde dat hij ook soms met zijn, wat jongere zusje seks had. Op de wc gewoonlijk, vertelde hij soms samen met zijn broer. Ook, dat zijn moeder hun een keer betrapt had en dat zij toen heel erg heeft moeten huilen, en dat ze het daarna niet meer deden. Nouja het klonk uiteraard aanvankelijk heel ongelooflijk in mijn oren, dat ouders sex hadden (een heel nieuw woord voor mij, toen) maar het werd in die tijd bevestigd door andere vriendjes. Ik kreeg een jaar of wat later, kennis aan een wat ouder vriendje, en (ook) die was behoorlijk goed op hoogte. Als we samen waren hadden we het eigenlijk altijd over seks, hij masturbeerde al heel geregeld, en ik ging dat natuurlijk ook uitproberen. Na een jaartje verschenen mijn eerste werkelijke orgasme met een heel kleine zaadlozinkje, waar ik aanvankelijk heel erg van schrok. Maar omdat het zo spannend was een dag of wat later weer natuurlijk opnieuw een orgasme probeerde te krijgen, iets wat steeds gemakkelijker werd.

Ik ben ooit betrapt toen ik ongeveer dertien, veertien was, of zo. Ik zat in bad en mijn moeder liep ineens naar binnen. Ik zat dus te masturberen, en kon het niet verbergen, omdat ze recht op mij aankwam. Ze schrok ook, denk ik, en moest een beetje lachen. Ze zei iets van "ga je lekker" maar gelijk zei ze ook, dat ik voortaan beter de deur op slot moest doen. (stom natuurlijk) Ze ging gelijk de badkamer weer uit en zei terwijl ze wegliep iets van "niks mis mee hoor" en dat maakte me heel blij, als ik er over nadenk. Eigenlijk gaf ze me, voor mijn gevoel een beetje groen licht, een soort aanmoediging, zo voelt het voor mij, toen, en eigenlijk nogsteeds. (terwijl ik er vroeger vanaf moest blijven)
Ik weet nog, dat ik in die tijd heel geregeld masturbeerde en gewoon klaar kwam in mijn onderbroek, of ook wel vaak op het beddengoed. Natuurlijk had dat, vooral op het laken, vlekken tot gevolg. Ik herinner me, dat m'n moeder me een keer op die vlekken wees, en vroeg waar door die vlekken er steeds waren. Ik wist natuurlijk van niets, misschien m'n neus of misschien m'n zweethanden. M'n moeder ging daar verder niet op in, maar vanaf die tijd zette ze een doos met tissues op mijn nachtkastje... Ik begreep dat ze het wel door had... Wel lief van haar, om er zo mee om te gaan.

 

Sex, in my younger years, has never discussed in our house, and even never referred to in a veiled manner. Sex simply did not exist. As a young boy I was meant, of course, to keep my hands off my little penis, 'dirty' was the admonition. And preferably sleep with hands above the covers!

I must have been about 10 when I heard from a friend how babies are made. He knew it from his older brother. That friend told me that he also sometimes had sex with his, somewhat younger sister. Usually in the toilet, he sometimes as he told me, together with his brother. Also, that his mother had caught them once, and that she had to cry a lot, because of that, and that they didn't do it anymore after that. Well, of course it sounded very unbelievable to me at first, that parents had sex (a completely new word to me, at that time) but it was confirmed by other friends at the time.
A year or so later, I met a somewhat older boyfriend, and (also) he was quite well informed. When we were together we actually always talked about sex, he already masturbated quite regularly, and of course I tried that too. After a year, or so, my first real orgasm appeared with a very small ejaculation, which initially scared me a lot. But because it was so exciting I tried to have another orgasm a day or so later, something that became easier and easier.

I was once caught when I was about thirteen, fourteen, or something. I was in the bath and my mother suddenly walked in. So I was masturbating, and I couldn't hide it, because she came right up to me. She was also shocked, I think, and had to laugh a little. She said something like: "do you like it?" but she also immediately said that I should lock the door better from now on. (I didn't, stupid of course) She immediately left the bathroom again and said something like "ah, well, nothing wrong with that" while she was walking away and that made me very happy, when I think about it. In fact, she gave me, in my opinion, a bit of a green light, a kind of encouragement, that's how it feels to me, then, and actually still does. (while, as little boy, I been told to stay away from even touching myself)

I remember that I masturbated very regularly at that time, that I really didn't bother about my fluids, I simply came in my underwear, or often I sprayed my cum at the bedding. Of course, that resulted in stains, especially on the sheets.
I remember that my mother once pointed out those stains to me and asked why they were there all the time. Of course I didn't know anything about it, maybe my nose or maybe my sweaty hands. My mother didn't elaborate, but from that time on she put a box of tissues on my bedside table... I understood that she noticed... It was sweet of her to deal with it that way.

 

Masturbation was not a taboo growing up. nor was nudity. My parents were not 'nudists' but there was a fair bit of nudity around the house, and they were basically sex- and masturbation-positive. Though wanking was understood to be a private matter, I did get found out on the regular. For instance, I once got home to find the house to myself and decided to masturbate on the sofa. I laid down a precautionary towel and jacked off to great orgasm, then drifted off to sleep. My mother got home a little later to find her son dozing nude on the couch, streaks of semen still visible on his body. Her reaction was to wake me and ask me to bring in the groceries from the car. I actually went out to the carport, still naked and cum-spattered, to retrieve the shopping bags and bring them in. Similar scenes occurred fairly regularly: I would think I was alone, masturbate, and find that I was not in fact by myself. My mother, father and sister all found me either stroking away or covered in the evidence of my orgasm at one time or another. As long as my grades didn't suffer, how often I masturbated was left up to me.

 

Allowed? I never thought to ask my parents. I just did it. Never got caught. At least they never told me that they saw me.

Now my wife has caught me jerking off in the shower. Even attempted to make the face she saw that I had. Too funny.

Later I just told her, "babe, I am going to jerk off now". She's like, "ok, go for it". So I do.

 

Growing up I just did it secretly. And I don’t remember getting caught. My parents didn’t talk to me much at all about it. Now as a parent I see the benefit in telling them about it and let them know its ok to do. Much better to do that than to be frustrated and then experiment with a random boy. I haven’t caught them but they do take long showers somewhat frequently. Though I guess most girls take showers often.