Subject: My Life Before Incest (mf)
Author:  Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Although I lost my virginity when I was fourteen, I did not start having sex 
with my parents until I was sixteen and I was nineteen before I went beyond 
mutual masturbation with my seventeen year-old cousin.  Since I was involved 
with incest less than half of my teenage years, a lot of people have asked me 
what went on in my home before then.  I am not sure what the person is expecting 
to hear when I get asked that although I get the impression they anticipate the 
answer to be erotic or even perverted.  The truth may not be quite what they 
hoped for although certainly different than what most girls have experienced.

Let me start by saying that sex has never been hidden or taboo in our house but 
at the same time, it was not something to be dwelled on either.  My parents are 
really pretty ordinary upper middle class folks.  Dad's a corporate lawyer and 
mom's a nurse and I would say they both pretty much fit the associated 
stereotypes.  They're not swingers or exhibitionists nor do they believe in 
child abuse, pedophilia or anything really kinky - no whips or leather suits in 
the closet.  For some reason people assume that since my parents have an 
incestual sexual relationship with their daughter that they are some sort of 
sexual predators or perverts.  Absolutely nothing could be further from the 
truth.  In fact, if anything they have taught me more about respect and safety 
when it comes to sex than I would bet the vast majority of "normal" parents 
teach their children.  When I say respect I mean not only respect for the people 
you are involved with but respect for yourself.

I can remember seeing my parents nude as far back as I can remember.  That 
doesn't mean they are nudists nor have they ever gone out of their way to 
display or "flash" their bodies to me.  In public they are actually quite modest 
although my mom does like to wear a bikini that is probably a bit more risqué 
than most women her age would wear.  Like anyone else, the clothes they wear 
depend on the conditions and their mood.  I can't remember any time that they 
ran around in the house totally naked except when there was a purpose behind it.  
For instance, when my dad takes a shower, he doesn't bother wrapping a towel 
around himself when he returns to their bedroom just to hide himself from me.  
We have never worried about wearing anything in our hot tub except when people 
are visiting.  Frankly, I don't see any big deal in that - why bother?  Overall, 
if there is any "nudity" in my house it is only because we didn't go out of our 
way to hide it, not because we have done anything to deliberately create it.  
Looking back I believe it was a healthy way to raise a child since it took the 
mystery out of the human body and taught me to accept it without making it into 
something erotic every time I saw a nude body.

Given my parent's attitude towards nudity, it should come as no surprise that I 
was not embarrassed if they saw my body even as I a matured.  I don't bother 
shutting the door to my bedroom because it simply didn't matter to me if my mom 
or dad see me dressing, sleeping or even playing with myself.  Actually, to be 
honest I find total nudity to be a bit uncomfortable physically and bit 
disconcerting from a hygiene perspective.  Normally I prefer to wear something 
to protect me and keep me warm if nothing else not to mention keep the furniture 
clean.  My favorite around-the-house wear is a t-shirt or one of my dad's dress 
shirts.  

Growing up I wore pajamas and cute little nighties like most little girls do.  
When I turned twelve I wanted to be "grown up" like my mom so I started sleeping 
nude (as both my parents always have) and have slept that way ever since.  I 
don't sleep nude for any sexual or erotic reasons, it just feels better as I 
enjoy the touch of my bedding against my bare skin at night.  When I sleep at 
someone else's house or had a friend over I wear a night gown or sleep shirt and 
it always feels so restrictive and uncomfortable. All-in-all, I hope you get the 
idea that nudity in and of itself was not an issue one way or the other during 
my childhood. So while people I chat with often tell me they think 
it is erotic if I discuss being naked with my parents, for me it is nothing 
unusual and actually quite normal.

Like nudity, my parents have never hidden their love for each other from me.  
When we are in the hot tub or even in the family room watching TV it is not 
unusual for my parents to hug, kiss and even fondle each other when I am around.  
To be honest, I have always liked it when they did so because it makes me feel 
pleased and secure knowing that my parents are deeply in love and still enjoyed 
one another.  The only restriction while I was growing up was that they never 
had sex in front of me.  In fact, I never saw them making love until I was 
sixteen and even then it was only when they didn't know I was home. Other than 
that, human sexuality was considered a part of normal everyday life.  It didn't 
shock me to see my dad sporting a raging erection, especially if he was watching 
something on TV that turned him on (like seeing Amanda Tapping on StarGate SG!) 
or when mom was playing around with him. It wasn't that he was going out of his 
way to flaunt himself to me, but rather he just wasn't worried if I saw him 
since it wasn’t intended as anything sexual towards me.

Although I said that as I grew up I often saw my dad with an erection,  I want 
to emphasize again that he never flaunted himself did anything deliberately in 
front of me just for the sake of me seeing him in a sexual way.  I will never 
forget the first time I saw my dad masturbating when I was barely eight.  
Needless to say I was quite curious at first and watched him to see what would 
happen.  When his cum erupting from his cock it was a total shock to me!  At 
first I thought he was going to the bathroom but then I could see it was 
something different.  My mom caught me watching and afterwards she explained 
masturbation to me along with the rest of the birds and bees.  

Later that night in the hot tub she had me hold my dad's cock so I could feel it 
for myself and understand what happened when a man became erect.  The only thing 
I didn't realize at the time was the real reason my dad was growing so hard 
while I held him in my hand!  Looking back I realize how easy it would have been 
for them to have taken advantage of the situation.  I am sure that if he had 
asked me to suck his dick that I would have even if I really didn't understand 
what I was doing.  Lie most little girls, I would have done almost anything to 
please my daddy at that age.  Today I admire my dad so much for having such 
respect for me back then to hold back what had to be an incredible desire to cum 
in his young daughter's mouth.  He waited for me to grow up and make my own 
decisions which I think was wonderful of him to do.

My mom always emphasized to me that masturbation was a normal and healthy 
function practiced by almost everyone even if not openly discussed or admitted 
to.  She told me that she also masturbated often but usually when nobody was 
home which is why I only saw her doing it a few times in my early memories.  I 
started masturbating when I was barely twelve and my mom demonstrated some 
techniques in herself for me help me make it better but she didn't touch me.  My 
mom has always head an open invitation to me to use her toys whenever I want to 
but I have never really liked them all that much, preferring to use my fingers 
instead.

Growing up I masturbated a LOT – and I still do.  It was not unusual for me to 
do it two or three times a day.  Usually I did it in my bedroom but there were 
those times when the "need" would strike me and my parents always encouraged me 
to take care of myself rather than put it off for later. For instance, sometimes 
when we were in the car I would do myself in the backseat if I got horny enough.  
If we were watching TV and I was turned on by some hunk on the show I would play 
with myself on the couch.  If we were in a movie theater and I was horny I 
wasn't afraid to take care of myself in the dark.  

It would be naive for me to try and say my parents completely ignored me at 
these times – that would be sort of hard to do after all. At the same time they 
didn't interfere with me or make me feel embarrassed in any way.   After all, 
masturbation is not sex, it's just a healthy means for someone to relieve the 
urges and needs that any normal person experiences.  What difference did it make 
if they watched? It's not like I was doing anything to be ashamed of.

My cousin Kristi is two years younger than me but we have always been more like 
two sisters.  When she was twelve she started masturbating – same age as me when 
I started. Once at my grandparent's farm we played with ourselves together.  
From then on we enjoyed mutual masturbation but never actually touched each 
other until this past summer.  

Actually I use to masturbate with most of my friends when I was younger, 
especially during sleepovers and slumber parties.  Like with my cousin, we never 
really touched each other except maybe an exploratory moment.  It was just 
something girls did then and according to the girls in the youth groups I work 
with, still do even though oral sex has become much more prevalent instead. 

My aunt is also two years younger than my mom but after a couple years of minor 
weight issues she now has the figure of a girl in her twenties.  Prior to having 
sex with my parents I was not involved sexually with her in any way, nor was I 
even aware of what went on between her and my parents.  I was especially unaware 
of what she and her daughter did! So during those years I saw her a lot – she 
and my cousin practically live at our house since her divorce many years ago, 
but all I knew was she was sexy and hot.

When I was fourteen I had sex for the first time with a sixteen year-old boy and 
I couldn't wait to get home to tell my mom all about it.  That is also a key to 
my relationship with my parents – we never hide anything from one another.  I 
have told my mom about every date I have ever been on including every blowjob 
and fucking. She loves hearing me tell her about it and I know that she often 
masturbates afterwards, sometimes even rubbing herself unconsciously while I am 
telling her about what happened to me.  She readily admits to living vicariously 
through me and I think it is cool!

Once I started having sex with the boys I found my dad was just as interested as 
my mom was when it came to hearing about my exploits.  He would often masturbate 
after I told him about one of my dates but at the time I just assumed it was 
because he was a guy and I knew guys loved to hear sexy stories.  Honestly, the 
thought that he might be wishing he was one of my boyfriends never even crossed 
my mind.  

Sometimes I would bring boys home for sex.  My parents told me it was OK and 
that they would rather I do it in my bedroom than in the back seat on some guy's 
car.  I was not so naive though not to realize that they also enjoyed sneaking a 
peek while we were doing it.  Many a time I would look over a guy's shoulder as 
he fucked me only to see my dad through the crack I would leave in the door for 
him.  For whatever reason I found that I liked it when I knew he was watching.  
It made me feel safe plus I knew from the bulge in his pants that he enjoyed it 
as well.   I think the boys would have freaked if they had known they were being 
watched but that made it all the more hot for me as well. 

Not surprisingly, once I started having sex with my parents a number of things 
changed.  The biggest difference was that my parents opened up to me about the 
personal areas of their lives that they had kept from me until then.  For 
instance, they finally felt free to have sex in front of me. The family room 
became a favorite place for all of us and more often than not at some point 
during the night my dad will fuck either me or my mom, usually while he is in 
his lounge chair but sometimes on the couch or floor.  My mom and I both enjoy 
watching dad fucking the other so it is not a problem for either of us.  In 
fact, usually whoever is not getting him will masturbate herself instead.  So 
you could indeed say that my everyday life changed once I was involved in incest 
but I’m not complaining!


POSTLUDE
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I wrote this before my parent’s divorced and before I learned WHY they divorced, 
including many things about them during my youth that I wasn’t aware of when 
writing this article.  I now know I was a little naïve about many things.  

For instance, my dad wasn't nearly the saint I considered him to be for 
supposedly holding back his desires for me as I grew up.  The reality was he was 
ready to do just about everything with me that first time I jerked him off in 
the hot tub and had my mom not been there to stop him, who knows what may have 
happened.

Growing up, he “waited” for me to make the first move because my mother 
threatened to divorce him and call the police if he laid a hand on me.  Even if 
his motives weren’t as pure as I had thought, I still admire him for having the 
willpower not to try and do anything behind my mother’s back.

I also realize how much harder it was for him to hold back once I started having 
sex at fourteen than I even imagined.  I know now that my father is a sex addict 
and a pedophile and to lose out on the opportunity to fuck his fourteen year-old 
daughter had to be nothing short of torture for him.  

Watching me having sex with my boyfriends was obviously more about seeing young 
teenagers having sex than my security, but still he WAS there if I needed him so 
did it really matter that his motives were less pure than I had given him credit 
for?

Needless to say, this also takes away some of the innocence of his erections and 
masturbation around me.  I realize now it WAS for me and he WAS trying to lure 
me into wanting his dick.  He may have been prohibited by my mom from actually 
DOING anything, but that didn't mean he couldn't try to catch my attention.

Bottom line, even if my dad’s motives and intentions were not quite what I had 
thought, his ACTIONS remain the same and I think I respect and love him even 
more now knowing the demons he had to deal with.

THE END

  

My Life Before Incest