My mom had me read "The Boob" (?) as a child. It was a book about a guy who turned into a giant mammary gland and laid on a table all the time. I've forgotten about a lot of books over time, but not that one.
Have I ever mentioned how odd my mother was?
She sounds pretty cool to me. Besides, you ended up a bassist. That sez a lot...
I'd relate how I came to grips with my mammary fascination but it'd be TMI. All I can say is that Blaze Starr's were as hard as concrete...
“The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words." --Philip K. Dick