Subject: Birds and Bees
Story Codes: Mg M-solo voy inc
Diary Date: June 20, 1993
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Put yourself in my mother's shoes for a moment... You've just caught your
precocious eight year-old daughter peeking into your bedroom while her
father was masturbating. By the time you got there he'd already finished
and your daughter was wide-eyed and full of questions. Before you
condemn my mom for her ensuing actions, first ask yourself... how would
YOU have handled it?
A Word to the Reader
====================
I've referred to parts of what happened this day here and there in
numerous diary entries but so many people have asked me for the details
that I decided to write out a diary entry dedicated to this event. The
main reason I haven't until now is that I was only eight years old at the
time so the details are at best fuzzy. Let's be real - like how
accurately does anyone remember things that happened to them at that age?
As a result I've had to rely a lot on what my parents told me when I
asked them for help in writing this. Each of them had a totally
different perspective of course and some of their recollections
conflicted so I did my best to piece everything together and recreate
what happened. When I was finished I ran the draft by my parents who
made quite a few corrections, albeit not agreeing on everything. In the
end though we all agreed that it's as accurate as it can be under the
circumstances. If nothing else I hope that it provides some background
such that future events in my life can be better understood.
It should go without saying that I didn't write this when I was eight
years-old so no snarky comments about tone of voice! Personally I hate
it when people publish stories supposedly narrated by a young girl as
they all end up sounding silly at best and totally unbelievable.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - A Little Background
Chapter 2 - An Eye-Opener
Chapter 3 - Mom Gives Me "The Talk"
Chapter 4 - Learning "Hands-on"
Chapter 5 - Postlude
Chapter 1 - A Little Background
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My bedroom while growing up was on the second floor of our home in the
back corner with my parents' bedroom on one side facing the street and
the guest room on the other back corner. It was also directly across the
hall from our one and only bathroom which meant whenever I returned to my
bedroom from using the bathroom it was almost impossible NOT to see what
was going on in my parents' bedroom when their door was open - which was
pretty much all the time. One thing I was taught early was that I was
always welcome in their bedroom any time the door was open BUT when it
was shut I HAD to knock first and then wait until one of them opened the
door or said it was OK. There were really few things that could make my
parents really mad at me - violating the rule was one of them.
As for what was going on in their bedroom when the door was shut... well
that was a mystery to me early on but then I really don't remember ever
questioning it at the time. At that age I know nothing about sex and
most likely wouldn't have understood it even if I did so it's just the
way things were. The walls in our old house were pretty thin so I could
heard sounds coming through but I also pretty ignored it. It shouldn't
be hard to understand as I wasn't even ten years old yet so the very
concept of sex was foreign to me.
As for MY bedroom door, being just eight years-old I wasn't allowed to
ever shut it unless we had someone staying overnight in the guest room
with us or people were visiting who might need to come to the second
floor to use the bathroom. It didn't make any difference when I was
younger as there was nothing for me to hide from anyone, especially my
parents. Of course things changed when I got older but that was much
later than the events of this day.
People might think that with such an "open door" policy that there wasn't
a lot of privacy but that's only an issue if you NEED privacy. With only
one bathroom there were times waiting in line just wasn't an option.
From as early as I can remember dressing and sharing the bathroom with my
parents, just as they did with me. If you're brought up seeing your
father naked in the shower and him seeing you in the same state from day
one then it's not something that you even think about. There was NEVER a
sexual component, you were just undressed. No big deal, right?
To be clear, my parents were NOT nudists and there was no gratuitous
nudity in our house (unless my Aunt Linda was over which is another
story). If any of us was undressed at home it was because there was a
reason for it like taking a bath or shower, changing clothes, and so
forth. The only other time we were typically nude in front of one
another was in the hot tub. My father claimed that our suits somehow
contaminated the water. Whether or not that was true may be debatable
but even the hot water and chemicals faded and pretty much ruined
whatever you wore so it was just best not to wear anything. Of course
when other people were visit in we would wear suits but that's just
common sense.
At this age I didn't know anything about sex. Yes, daddy had things me
and mommy didn't and mom had things I didn't but other than just telling
me that's the way moms, dads and their kids were I was pretty much kept
clueless. Really, what typical eight year-old knows these things outside
of silly erotic stories? While I found out later that my parents enjoyed
a healthy sex life, that was something they did behind the closed bedroom
door I wasn't allowed to open.
Under the circumstances it was inevitable that there were times I saw my
father with an erection but my mom told me that was just the way a man's
"thing" was sometimes. Back then I pretty much ignored it. If anything,
I thought it was funny that my daddy had this silly thing sticking out
from him. I never deliberately came in contact with it other than the
occasional accidental brush in our cramped bathroom or if I was sitting
on his lap in the hot tub.
Today I think back to those days and wonder what would've happened if I
knew then what I know today. Just imagine if I had reached under the
water and grasped his erection (he was usually hard when with me in the
hot tub although at that age I didn't know why). My small hand would
have barely been able to wrap around his smooth wet dick as I picture him
taking a sharp breath at the touch. My father deserves a lot of credit
for obeying my mother and not giving in to what had to be terrible
temptation. While my dad may have been the head of the household, it
just goes to show who really ruled the roost!
Chapter 2 - An Eye-Opener
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It was early in the morning about three months after my eighth birthday
and I remember waking up earlier than normal with this tremendous urge to
pee. Funny how those type of things stick with you... The sun was barely
up so my bedroom was only dimly lit by a thin ray of sunlight sneaking
past the semi-closed curtains but it was enough that I didn't need bother
turning on the lamp next to my bed. Shuffling quickly to the bathroom,
hurried but I had to go so bad I couldn't help but wet my pajama bottoms
a little. Mom was going to kill me! Oh well, I took them off and sat on
the toilet, quietly took care of business. After flushing the toilet,
cringing at the loud noise it created for fear it would make my parents,
I dutifully washing my hands and shuffled back towards my bedroom while
rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I fully intended to go back to sleep!
Dropping my pajama bottoms in the chute to the basement laundry, I
traversed the hallway, carefully maneuvering to avoid the squeakier
boards in our old wood floors. Just as I was about to enter my room my
attention was drawn to sounds like someone moaning in pain emanating from
my parents' bedroom. My eyes opened wider as I worried that something
might be wrong. The tone was deep and low so obviously male. Was my
daddy OK? I saw that their bedroom door was cracked open which meant I
was allowed to go in so I turned towards their room. In my haste I
stepped on one of those dang old boards and my heart skipped a beat as in
the quiet of the morning the loud squeak sounded as if it was blasted out
from a bullhorn.
For a moment I froze but the sounds continued so evidently nobody had
heard. I inched my way closer, being much more careful now. Just as I
got to their bedroom doorway, the sunlight coming in through the windows
was enough to give me a view of the interior of their room - a view just
good enough to freeze me yet again in my tracks. Oh my goodness! There
was my dad laying naked flat on his back on the bed with his head resting
on a pair of pillows piled up, his feet flat on the bed with his knees
bent and spread wide apart. With no covers there wasn't a thing about
him hidden from view. I was a bit surprised that he was all alone with
my mother nowhere to be seen. While I hadn't heard anything earlier she
must have been downstairs fixing breakfast or something. She was often
an early riser so nothing unusual about it.
Seeing my dad in bed nude in and of itself wasn't a big deal as my
parents always slept naked. Once I'd tried to sleep without my pajamas
to be like my mom but she'd fussed at me and insisted I wear SOMETHING to
bed, even if just a T-shirt that didn't even cover my bare bottom. Funny
how those sort of things shape your life as to this day I love being
bottomless yet unless there's a good reason I almost always wear
something on top. It can be just a bikini top or halter so long as I
don't feel guilty being topless. I know, sounds silly but we all have
our quirks.
OK, back to my dad... So as I explained, what drew my attention wasn't
his nudity. No, it was what he was doing with his hand that my eyes
locked onto. Wow, my dad was rubbing his dick (I would've called it his
"thing" back then), his finger wrapped around it and he was stroking it
slowly up and down. His eyes were closed and he was still moaning
although softer now than before when he'd drawn my attention.
It shouldn't be difficult to understand why I was so curious when you
realize that this was the first time I'd seen my dad masturbate or ANY
man (or boy) for that matter. Well, not to limit it to men as it was the
first time I'd seen ANYONE masturbate. Heck, at the time I didn't even
know that he WAS masturbating. All I knew was that my dad seemed to be
thoroughly enjoying whatever it was he was doing. Oh sure, my dad would
sometimes stroke himself down there a little while watching TV, sometimes
even when I was sitting on his lap but it was always in conjunction with
something else we were doing so I never really noticed and he didn't say
anything to me about it. No... this time it was fully consuming him, he
was totally focused on his crotch. It was an utterly fascinating sight
for an eight year-old girl! Just try and imagine the situation if you
can. At that age I had no idea what the real purpose of my dad's "thing"
was, only that it was something that boys had and girls didn't. It was
no different than my mom having boobs and my dad didn't. WHY men and
women were different wasn't really all that much of a concern to me - at
least up until now.
How long I stood there watching I've no idea. On the one hand I wanted
to keep watching to see what he was doing. On the other hand something
was telling me that he'd forgotten to close the door and I shouldn't be
spying. Even if I HAD listened to that inner voice I was afraid to move
and make another sound that he might hear this time because I was worried
that he would be mad if he know I'd been watching. After all, this was
something he'd never done before in front of me and even now it wasn't
like I was supposed to be a witness. Was this what happened when their
door was closed? Maybe because it was so early in the morning he thought
I was asleep so he didn't have to close the door.
And where was my mom anyways?
It's crazy how something totally new and amazing can quickly become
ordinary as I can distinctly remember actually starting to get a bit
bored. Nothing more was happening so maybe he was just itching it or
something like that. After all, I didn't know what having a thing like
that was like or how it might feel. My dad just kept using his hand on
it, sometimes switching hands. Now and then his back would arch and he'd
groan a little louder, gripping the shaft and pulling on it to where I
thought it just HAD to hurt but it seemed to have just the opposite
effect. His mouth was moving but even in the stillness of the morning I
couldn't make out what he was saying.
My boredom was suddenly broken when my dad gasped so loud that I couldn't
help by cry out a little in surprise, quickly clamping my hand over my
mouth in a belated attempt to stifle myself. Thankfully he must not have
heard me as his head leaned back and then his back arched WAY up.
Suddenly, to my utter amazement something started to shoot out the end of
his dick! Now I'd watched my dad pee plenty of times before when we
shared the bathroom so at first I thought ewwwww, he was peeing on
himself in bed! How gross! Then I squinted my eyes (glasses weren't
that far away in my future at that time) and noticed that whatever it was
didn't look like his usual pee. Instead of being pale and yellow it was
sort of white and gooey. Rather than coming out in a steady stream it
shot out in bursts, shooting the first time all the way to his hairy
chest past his nipples, almost to his unshaven neck and then the rest
landed on his belly. I don't know how many times it did it but it made
quite a mess on his chest and stomach!
Oh my goodness, I was mesmerized! An earthquake could've hit at that
moment and I doubt I would've even noticed it. As I started to lean in a
little closer to try and get a better view, my earlier fears were
forgotten as curiosity overwhelmed any sense of caution. It was just
then that I felt a hand plant itself firmly on my shoulder. I froze with
my heart lodged deep in my throat. Of all the horrible things that
could've happened, the very worst of all did... it was my mom! I was so
scared it was a good thing I'd just peed or I might've done it right then
and there on the hallway floor!
"Shhhhhh," she whispered in my ear, "get away from that door right now
and come with me you sneaky little spy... and be quiet!"
My mother then put her other hand on my other shoulder and steered me
straight to my bedroom. Upon entering my room the tears started to flow
as I was positive I was going to be severely punished for spying on my
dad. Yes, technically the door had been open but I was old enough to
know better. After all, I WAS eight years old now and not a little baby
anymore, old enough to know that spying was NOT OK.
"Shhhhhh," she said softly, twisting me around to face her. My eyes were
firmly planted on the floor boards below me but she used her finger to
lift up. To my surprise my mom was smiling which helped make me feel a
little better - although not much though. OK, so maybe she wasn't going
to kill me, or at least not right away. "It's OK... c'mon now, there's
nothing to cry about Kelly."
With me standing like I was frozen, she put her hands on my waist and
easily lifted me up onto my bed where I sat with my legs crossed under
me, still so stunned I was totally oblivious that without my pajama
bottoms I was flashing my eight year-old bald pussy to my mom.
Thankfully she didn't seem to notice or I would've been totally
embarrassed! Reaching over for my favorite teddy bear, I clutched it for
security firmly to my chest where my heart was still pounding a mile a
minute. Seeing my teddy bear my mother just smiled even more and gently
took it from my hands and set it aside.
"You're a big girl now Kelly, you don't need Mr. Boo," she said
soothingly, running her fingers through my hair. Then she added, more to
herself than me, "Hmmmmmm, apparently a bigger girl than I'd realized."
Standing back up straight, my mom put her hand to her chin and seemed to
be deep in thought about something for a few moments. Then it was as if
a decision had been made as she shrugged and motioned for me to remain
still for a moment as she disappeared to her bedroom. I could hear
voices coming from their room but even with the old thin walls of our
house I couldn't make out what it was they were saying. The only thing I
DID clearly hear was my mother suddenly raising her voice with a firm,
"NO!" and then it was back to the whispering. I just sat there but
coolant help but wonder what in the world they could be discussing for so
long?
Chapter 3 - Mom Gives Me "The Talk"
===================================
"Well Kelly, I think we need to have a little talk," my mom started out
when she finally returned to my room. Uh-oh! Whenever she started out
with that nothing good ever came of it. So much for my hope that she
wasn't going to kill me for spying on my dad! I wanted to run to his
room and jump on his lap and beg for forgiveness. That almost always
worked - I'd learned long before that he could never resist me when I sat
bare-bottom on his lap and wiggled.
My escape plans were thwarted when I saw that my mom had something in her
hand but was hidden from view as she sat down beside me on the bed.
Although I knew she slept nude, my mom almost never was naked outside her
bedroom but even so her nightshirts were often pretty short, this one in
particular was short enough that it lifted up enough to where I could see
her panties. Unlike me, my mom ALWAYS wore something on her bottom
around the house, usually standard "mom" panties but occasionally when
she and my dad were in a good mood she might wear a bikini cut or even a
thong. Frankly, to me they just looked totally uncomfortable!
What followed next was my first lesson in sex education... yes, the
dreaded "birds and bees". It wasn't until many years later when I was in
college that my mom confessed to me that she hadn't been ready for this
yet, assuming she still had at least another year or two before the
subject matter came up. She said she figured it would arise more as a
result of my own feelings and questions rather than having my dad "spill
the beans" so to say - or should I say, "spill the sperm".
As a mom myself now, I know that there's a fine line when it comes to
dealing with sex and a child at such a young age. My mother, being the
incredible person she is, somehow managed to handle the subject of sex in
much the same way she'd handled the issue of nudity to date. What I'm
trying to say is she explained it as being something perfectly natural,
something that everyone did, but for which there were still rules and
being polite. Even as she had always emphasized that we didn't run
around the house naked for no reason, so to it was with sex and
masturbation. There was a time and place for everything and part of
growing up was learning when and where.
Actually I didn't totally understand everything she was saying - all that
stuff about the male penis penetrating a female vagina seemed sort of
crazy to me and it wasn't like my mom and dad provided a live
demonstration. Still, at long last I finally knew why my parents closed
their bedroom door for sex, even if I wasn't 100% sure what "sex" really
was. If there was one thing my mom emphasized though, it was how
important thing it was that even though I now KNEW what was going on,
that their door would remained closed as there was no need for me to SEE
what was going on. My mother went on to tell me that sex was a special
way for parents to show their love for one another and that it was
something for THEM to share between themselves. I asked her if someday I
would have my own husband and she just smiled and nodded. It was like
she was going to cry but for the life of me I didn't know why!
Like I said, as much as my mom tried I can't say it all went over 100%
smoothly. After all it's quite a shock for an eight year-old girl to
learn that something as large as her father's "thing" is supposed to
somehow fit inside of her private place where even the tip of her finger
could barely penetrate. Indeed, if there's anything I DO remember about
our talk it was wondering how in the world such a big thing could fit
into something so small! That's when my mom threw me a curveball and told
me where baby's actually came from and suddenly my dad's dick didn't
worry me near as much anymore - I now had more pressing images to inspire
my nightmares.
As my mom told me about intercourse and babies I reached down and pressed
my index finger to my bald little pussy, feeling the tip just barely able
to push in a fraction. I looked at my mom and shook my head - if my
little finger wasn't going in then no way anything as big as my dad's
penis was going to fit and as for a baby popping out, yeah right!!
Seeing my disbelief, my mom told me to hold that thought and then brought
out what she'd evidently gone to her bedroom to retrieve. This was yet
another one of those sights that will never be forgotten - my first look
at a dildo. In this case it was one of those designed to look like the
real thing except it was even bigger than my dad's penis - even when his
was fully erect (erection was a brand new entry for my vocabulary, one I
was quite proud of myself now for knowing). My first thought was why in
the world would anyone even make such a thing?
A sort of funny smile came over my mom after which she stood up and
quickly slipped off her panties, dropping them to her feet. She stepped
out of them and left them on the throw rug next to my bed. Now
bottomless like me, she then sat back down next to me but motioned for me
to scoot out of her way up towards my pillow while she leaned back on my
bed into her elbow. Wetting the dildo in her mouth, she rubbed herself
with it a little, to saying a word but watching me intently to gauge my
reaction. Seeing my eyes widening, to my amazement she slowly pushed it
deep inside of her pussy, gasping just a bit as it penetrated her until
it was all the way inside of her! My eyes must've been like saucers as I
wondered how it could possibly go that far in! I thought it must have to
hurt but whatever expression she had on her face it wasn't pain.
I mean like WOW! Talk about an eye-opening experience. It was one thing
to talk about something going inside of me down there - and that was
startling enough as it was. To actually SEE this monster go inside my
mom... now THAT was an eye-opener to say the least. It made what I'd
seen my dad doing seem minor in comparison. He was just stroking himself
and while granted he was doing it in a manner beyond anything I'd seen
before it was more a question of magnitude. On the other hand, until a
few minutes ago I'd never even dreamed of putting anything inside of me,
let alone something that huge!
"See Kelly, a grown woman's pussy CAN take a man inside of her," my mom
explained as she slowly drew it almost all the way out as if to prove to
me this wasn't some magician's trick. It glistened in the light as it
came out of her. "But you're not a woman yet so you'll have to wait
until you're a lot older before your pussy is ready."
Mom left her dildo deep inside of her this time for a few moments and
then pulled it back out again. It wasn't like she masturbated with it or
anything, just simply demonstrating that it would fit. I DID notice that
it seemed even wetter than before as I stared at it.
"Yes Kelly, when you get older your pussy gets wet when you have sex to
make it easier for you to take a man inside of you," she explained,
finally withdrawing it from her and setting the dildo off to the side of
her. I couldn't help but stare at her pussy, all wet now and spread open
like I'd never seen it before. Even with all the hair around it (my mom
was never one for shaving, maybe a little trimming in summer but that was
about it), I could clearly see her enlarged pussy lips and her clit
sticking out plainly to see.
With that my first lesson concluded. Although I didn't know it at the
time, there would be many more to come in the years ahead. Even so, by
the time my mom left me semi-dazed on my bed I'd had a pretty thorough
introductory course in sex education. Now I knew what that white stuff
was that came from my dad's dick (my mom told me call it that instead of
a "thing" or penis). Overall she'd given me a pretty good idea of the
mechanics of sex but it all seemed rather clinical to me - which was
undoubtedly exactly what my mom intended.
Of all the emotions and feelings swelling inside of me at that moment, if
there was one thing I did NOT feel was anything that qualified as sexual
urges. Today I get a kick out of all those fantasies men write about
young girls wanting to have sex at the mere sight of the first erect dick
they see. While I'm not saying that a young girl can't be sexually
aroused, I'm just saying it didn't happen to me. If anything I felt even
more curious than before but my mom had made it absolutely clear that sex
was off-limits for me and that which included me watching them doing it -
and putting anything inside of me.
Looking back at the dilemma my mom faced when she caught me watching my
dad masturbate it makes me wonder how I'll handle things when it comes
time to giving my own daughter "The Talk". Sometimes I think about all
those things my mom did NOT tell me and wonder whether or not I'll follow
her lead. For instance, while I was left with an understanding of the
mechanics of sex, nothing was said about the joy of sex. When my mom
brought out her dildo and demonstrated it to me, it was over and done
with so quickly that my thoughts were focused on the mere fact that she
had actually put it in her and it somehow fit. While it certainly didn't
appear to hurt her, neither did she overly react to it. As to WHY she
would want such a thing up inside of her in the first place, well that
wasn't explained. It certainly didn't leave me with any urges to sneak
into their bedroom and steal her dildo to try on myself.
Although she later claimed it hadn't been her intent, another thing left
me with was the impression that masturbation was something MEN did.
After all, everything she told me pretty much revolved around what I'd
seen my dad doing. Although my mom never said that women did NOT
masturbate, at the same time she never said they DID. She explained that
my dad needed to do it to make himself feel better but never once
mentioned the reason she had the dildo. I can't help but feel pretty
dumb now looking back as I didn't even think to ask the purpose of her
"toy". Then again, I was eight years old!
After my mom left, making sure to take her dildo with her, I laid back on
my pillow and raised my knees up so my little bare feet were flat on my
bed. Spreading my knees wide apart I reached down and gingerly pressed
my finger to my pussy, slowly letting it slide up the slit and then back
down again. It tickled more than anything! I just did this for a while
and then I pushed my finger tip against my pussy entrance. Unlike mom
mom's which seemed to welcome the dildo when she pushed it in, mine was
like an impenetrable barrier was in place, Determined, I brought my
finger to my mouth and used my tongue to spread my saliva all over it
like my mom had done with her dildo. It definitely helped as this time I
could just barely press the very tip of it inside of me. My thoughts
went back to my mom's dildo and once again I just couldn't believe it
could ever fit in me no matter how big I grew to be! Still, it felt sort
of nice to rub myself there, even if I couldn't press any more of it
inside. It wasn't like the first time I'd "scratched an itch" between my
legs but yet somehow it was different this time.
Chapter 4 - Learning "Hands-On"
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I must've fallen asleep as later I woke up and found myself on my bed
with my hand still planted over my smooth crotch. As I laid in bed my
thoughts about everything that had just happened. Wow, what a morning it
had turned out to be! It was a like a dream - had it really happened?
Getting out of bed I was reminded that I didn't have any bottoms so I
went to my dresser and found another clean pair before heading downstairs
to the kitchen. On the way I noticed my parent's door was closed.
Although I felt this urge to sneak a look, thankfully my courage failed
me. My mom was in the kitchen fixing coffee when she heard me coming
down the squeaky stairs. Smiling, she greeted me good morning no
different than any other day, as if nothing had happened. Hmmmmmm, maybe
it HAD been a dream! Then reality set in as my mom told me not to say
anything about what she'd told me to my cousin Kristen as she was only six
years old. Yeah, what a joke THAT turned out to be. It would be almost
another ten years before I learned that SHE had actually been the first
to be told not to tell something to her cousin and she was keeping a LOT
more secrets than I was. For me it was all talk but in her case she was
getting a much more detailed education, even though she was two years
younger than me. Let's just say her education was more "hands-on" and
leave it at that for now.
If there's one thing I can say about my mother, she was always pretty
perceptive when it came to understanding her daughter (and still is for
that matter). She knew that I'd had a lot thrown at me so she kept a
close eye on me for the rest of the day. That evening after supper my
mom announced that we all needed to relax in the hot tub for a while.
There was nothing unusual in that as we spent many evenings enjoying the
tub, sometimes for an hour or more, sometimes for just a few minutes.
What WAS unusual was for HER to make such an announcement as usually my
dad was king of the hot tub. It was a rare evening he didn't make use of
it, even off he was often alone.
Personally I loved our hot tub as with me being so small it was almost as
good as having a swimming pool. Our deck was surrounded by a security
fence that also kept prying eyes at bay which allowed us to enjoy
ourselves without having to worry about others watching. I suppose if
people across the valley behind out house had a high-power telescope they
might've be able to see us but we never worried about it. If they DID
see anything, they obviously kept it to themselves as over the years I
never heard of any issues.
As usual I led the way in front of my slow-poke parents, dropping my
clothes unceremoniously in a pile so I could be the first in the tub and
claim my favorite seat. My mom and dad followed in a more leisurely
manner, my mom picking up my clothes and clucking something about me
always being so sloppy. Typical mom stuff.
My dad undressed no differently than any other time but tonight my eyes
couldn't help but focus on his dick. It was no longer just a "thing",
now it was a "penis" or preferably a "dick". Now I knew that that it fit
into my mother just like her dildo had. Even though I knew this in my
head, trying to imagine him putting it in her was still a bit of a
stretch for me. Until this night it was something I never paid all that
much attention to but that was before seeing him masturbate and then
learning what it was for. Well, it just goes to show how a little
knowledge can change everything!
Meanwhile, if my dad was embarrassed at having his young daughter express
such deep interest in his genitals for the first time he certainly wasn't
making make any effort to cover himself. If anything he seem to swell up
a bit more as I couldn't turn my eyes away.
"Look Mommy, Daddy's got an erection," I announced loudly as if she
couldn't see for herself. It made me feel so mature to make use of my
newly expanded vocabulary, not to mention demonstrating how well I'd
understood what she'd taught me earlier in the morning.
"Kelly, it's not polite to stare at your father's dick," my mom scolded
me gently. Although she wasn't exactly smiling, there was something
about the way the corners of her mouth were curled up that I could tell
she was holding back. It was like she was about to burst out laughing at
any moment and suddenly I felt totally embarrassed and turned my head
away.
"Oh my!" my mom sighed as if she didn't know what to do about me. Then
she turned to my dad and muttered something about him needing to control
himself.
My dad just shrugged and slowly lowered himself into the hot bubbly
water, sitting beside me with his arm around me as I snuggled up next to
him. It was just like any other time - yet it wasn't. Nope, getting in
the hot tub naked with my dad would never be the same again yet at first
it was no different than any other time. I then claimed my favorite seat
- my dad's lap, and he put his arms around me and hugged me close to him.
I loved being my daddy's little girl, feeling so safe and secure in his
arms. There was something about feeling my bare skin against his that
made me feel closer to him than other times when I would sit on his lap
with my clothes on, like this was our special time to be together. When
my friends would visit I would still sit on my dad's lap but mom always
made sure we wore our swim suits. Even though mine didn't cover very
much it just wasn't the same. It felt like we were being kept apart
unfairly by the interfering fabric.
It wasn't long before my mom was in with us. Wow! My mom was so pretty
when she was naked! I rarely saw my mom totally nude other than maybe in
the shower or when she was dressing/ She always wore at least a bra and
panties around the house, usually with a robe. I noticed that her pubic
hair was lush and bushy, jet black and curly unlike the straight brunette
hair on her head she was always fussing about. It made me think about my
own hairless version and I wondered when mine would be like hers. What
would it be like to have all that hair down there? As she slowly
descended below the water line, adjusting gradually to the hot water
temperature, her large boobs were supported by the water and my thoughts
turned from my hairless pussy to my flat chest, trying to imagine what it
would be like to have such things sticking out from me. My hands
subconsciously went to my chest as I imagined it growing. It was
actually a little scary!
The loud noise of the jets made it hard to carry on a conversation so we
all just relaxed as the hot water swirled and foamed around us. As I
leaned up against my dad I suppose it was only natural that my thoughts
couldn't get off what I'd seen him doing early this morning and then how
his dick had been growing so big again just a few minutes before. He too
had a heavy growth of pubic hair of his own, his erection sprouting from
it like a tree from a dense forest. It had always fascinated me when I
watched him grow. So strange! How did men even walk with that thing
between their legs, especially when it got so big and stuck out like
that?
Feeling my dad's erect dick under my bare butt made me think back to
everything my mom had told me earlier in the morning. Of course it
wasn't like this was the first time I'd felt that familiar lump pressing
against me but now it took on a whole new meaning. Now it made me wonder
if he needed to masturbate again. It was something my mom had emphasized
to me - that it wasn't just something men WANTED to do, it was something
they NEEDED to do. So in true fashion for an eight year-old, I turned
and asked him!
"Daddy... mommy said when you get big like that it means you need to
touch it like you did this morning. Are you going to do that now?"
"Ummmmm... Mary, I think you need to field this one," my dad sighed,
looking over at my mom who was already frowning and shaking her head. My
mom gave her patented eye roll at his feeble attempt to avoid my question
and scooted over to me so I could hear her above the din of the pump.
"Now Kelly, didn't I specifically tell you that this was something we
didn't talk to daddy about?"
OK, so maybe she had but somewhere along that line my curiosity had
overridden any memories of those instructions. My shoulders dropped in
dejection. "I was just asking," I mumbled, not intending her to hear but
she must have read my lips as she gave me that "mom" look which told me
she wasn't happy with what I'd said. Feeling more than a little
embarrassed now, I kept my mouth shut. My dad tickled me, running his
fingers along the inside of my thighs where he knew I loved it. I made
me giggle and suddenly everything was back to normal again, at least so I
thought.
My mother, on the other hand, knew better. She knew my father by which I
mean she knew she needed to nip my growing curiosity in the bud before
things got out of hand. Telling me about my dad's penis was one thing
but if I was going to be around him naked then she knew she had to
address the growing list of questions that had undoubtedly arisen in her
precocious daughter's mind during the afternoon. Reaching over she
pushed the button to turn off the jets so we could hear one another
better.
"John, I think we need to deal with this right now before things go any
further," my mom said rather sternly to my dad. My dad looked at her
with his eyebrows raised but as for me, I had no idea what she was
talking about.
"OK Mary, so what exactly are you proposing?" he responded with a grin on
his face. He grabbed me with both hands around my waist, lifting up and
then setting me back down after he'd adjusted himself under me. I felt
his dick now between my butt cheeks and I wiggled playfully on it. It
was a game I knew he liked to play, no different than any other day but
unlike the past, this time my mother didn't seem amused.
"Not THAT you jerk," she said, smacking him on the shoulder, "Get your
filthy mind out of the gutter."
My dad whispered in my ear, "Stop wiggling Kelly, not now... but you can
do it later if you want when mom isn't here."
"John...," my mom started out in exasperation but then she just huffed
and changed direction. "Alright then, I'll handle this." Turning her
attention to me, she said, "Kelly, get off your dad's lap... NOW!"
Had I done something wrong? Other than asking my dad a question there
was nothing different today than any other day. Feeling a little
unjustly chastised, I slipped off his lap and stood up in the center of
the hot tub with the still water coming up to the middle of my chest.
Without all the foaming bubbles I could see my dad's dick clearly through
the water sticking up now that I wasn't sitting on it to hold it down.
My mom then used her finger to direct my dad, "Alright John, how about
you sit up on the edge."
As my dad put his hands behind him and pushed himself up and out of the
water, my mom reached over and tugged my arm for her to come over closer
to her. Meanwhile my dad adjusted himself to balance on the edge with
his feet now planted on the seat under the water in front of him. He was
dripping wet but I couldn't help but once again stare at his erect dick.
A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing and now something that
normally I never paid any attention to was suddenly the most interesting
thing in the world! This time I knew better than to say anything and I
did my best not to even look at him but my eyes kept going back to his
crotch like they had a mind of their own.
"It's OK Kelly, you can look at him," my mom encouraged me, seeing how I
looking at my dad. Then she turned to my dad and added, "See John, I
told you! This is exactly what I was afraid would happen."
My dad just shrugged while I was puzzled. Exactly WHAT would happen?
My mom's cheeks puffed as she exhaled and continued, "So Kelly, it seems
you have a lot of questions after our little talk today, don't you?"
I shook my head, not wanting her to think I was being bad or anything.
"It's OK dear, you can ask whatever you want now. It's only natural for
you to be curious about something new."
I leaned in towards her, feeling even more shy now. I guess it was a
little like the Adam and Eve story. It was one thing to be naked and not
know any better but once they realized they were nude then it was a whole
new ballgame. So it was with me and my dad. Until this morning his dick
was just his "thing", no big deal. Now I knew it was a penis and even
more, what is was for so like it was a whole new ballgame for me.
"Here, see?" my mom said to me, reaching out and grabbing my dad's erect
dick, "There's nothing to be afraid of. They don't bite!"
Yeah, easy for HER to say. I pulled away so she took her hand off my
dad's dick, grabbed mine and placed it on my dad's hard cock.
"It's OK Kelly, you can touch it. See? There's nothing bad, it's just a
penis. Nothing special... every man and boy has one after all."
"But I thought you told me to call it his dick?" I spoke a little
defiantly.
My dad chuckled and my mom glared at him as she answered, "Yes, you're
right, I did tell you that and you can call it that too if you want. Now
grab his penis... I mean his dick... just like I did."
Seconds later for the first time in my life I was holding a man's penis
in my hand. Oh I'd touched my dad before but it was never intentional
and I'd never actually HELD it, at least not for very long. It felt
sorta funny, like hard yet soft at the same time. Not knowing exactly
what to do I just held it. Then I felt it move and I pulled my hand back
quickly in surprise.
"It moved mommy!" I exclaimed.
My mom just smiled reassuringly and put my hand back on him. "Yes, they
can move. It's ok... it just means it liked you touching it."
Now I was REALLY confused. "IT liked it? Is IT alive?" Suddenly I felt
more than a little scared of this thing I'd never paid much attention to
before.
"Oh no honey, not like that. It's no different than when you move a
finger when someone touches it."
"Mom! It's moving again!" I exclaimed yet again but this time I kept my
hand on it, determined to show I wasn't afraid of it.
"John...," my mom said in a stern tone to my dad. I wasn't sure what
else she meant to say but whatever it was his dick suddenly was still.
"Thank you," she murmured to my dad and continued saying, "OK Kelly, do
you remember what I told you about men getting erections? Like I said,
when it moves like that it likes your hand on it. Trust me, ALL men like
their dick's to be touched."
"So that's why daddy likes to touch it?" I asked, still a bit confused by
it all, "Does it move when he touches it too?"
This time my mom was the one to chuckle. She looked up at my dad and
smiled saying, "Oh yes, sometimes it moves a lot!"
I thought back to what I'd seen my dad doing when he was touching himself
in the morning. I recalled how his hand moved up and down. Figuring
that he must like that I tried to mimic him as best I could. The shaft
was all wet from the hot tub, making it slippery so my hand easily moved
along it. He was so big that my fingers barely wrapped around him. A
groan escaped from my dad's lips, similar to what I'd heard when he did
it to himself.
"That's right Kelly, now you're getting it," my mom said approvingly.
Her compliment made me feel good, like I was being more grown up. "He
likes it when you do that, don't you John?"
"Oh god Mary... yes," my dad answered softly, his voice a little hoarse
for some reason, "Don't make her stop!"
"Can you show me how to do it better mommy?" I asked her.
Without saying anything she put her hand in place of mine and started to
stroke my dad's cock, her larger hand better able to grasp his thick
shaft. After a few times she reached down to wet her hand in the water
and resumed stroking him.
"It's much easier if you keep it wet," she explained, "Here, now you try
some more."
I tried to stroke him but this time I grabbed him too tight and just
yanked on his dick. My dad grunted.
"Slide it through your hand like you did before Kelly, don't grab it so
tight," my dad gently instructed me.
Smiling, I did as he said and soon I had my hand moving up and down the
shaft almost as easily as my mom's. "You mean like this daddy?"
My dad groaned again and then in a more husky voice he answered, "Oh
yeah, just like that baby girl... just like that."
I looked up at my dad and saw that he was looking down to watch what I
was doing. The expression on his face was different than anything I'd
ever seen before when he looked at me.
"Jesus Mary," he moaned to my mom, "This is unbelievable! Look at her!"
I was feeling better now, even a little proud of myself. This was so
much more fun than just sitting on him and wiggling my butt against him.
Sometimes he would slide it up and down my butt crack and now I wondered
if that was because it felt like my hand was on him. I looked at my mom
and smiled... I was so proud of myself! She smiled back at me but there
was something in her expression that didn't seem quite right.
"Use two hands Kelly," my dad moaned, arching his back to thrust his hips
towards me. Looking at mom for approval, she didn't say anything but
just barely nodded, her lips a little pursed this time.
With two hands it seemed daddy liked it even better! My hands were so
small I could've fit a third easily. Looking up I saw he was watching
me, smiling when our eyes met.
"You're such a good girl," he said softly, his voice suddenly husky and
even deeper than usual, "Daddy's good little girl".
I loved whenever my dad told me I was his good little girl and this was
no different. Then I felt my dad's hand on top of my head and he started
to push me down towards his crotch. I looked over to my mom, confused.
He wasn't saying anything so what did he want me to do?
"Dammit John!" my mom hissed, "I told you before... NO!"
"Oh god Mary, c'mon," he pleaded, "Please! I need it bad... I need HER
so bad. You if anyone should understand."
"John! We talked about this. I said no and don't you even dare try,"
she growled at him. Then she reached out and took his hand off my head
while I continued to rub his dick with my hands. Parents, you never know
what they're talking about sometimes. What did he need?
"That's it, keep going Kelly, you're doing great," she said in a more
gentle voice to me as she glared at my dad, like she was almost daring
him to say anything.
"That's right Kelly, you ARE doing great," my dad added but he didn't try
pushing on my head again, "Faster... that's it baby girl, do it faster."
My arms were started to get tired now but I didn't want my dad to think I
wasn't grown up enough to do this so I did just as he told me. His dick
felt so big and hard in my hands, like nothing I'd ever felt before. It
was a little weird. It looked so hard yet when I squeezed him it felt a
little soft as well, sort of like a large sausage I guess you could say.
The head totally fascinated me, like he had this helmet. My dad wasn't
circumcised which was probably fortunate as I was already mystified by it
as things were.
"Fuck Mary, I'm ready," he groaned even louder this time. Wow, my dad
normally never swore, at least not if he knew I was listening. I had no
idea what he meant - ready for what?
"Whatever... just do it and get it over with," my mom muttered.
Well, I quickly found out what he meant! Suddenly I felt his dick swell
in my hands and before I knew what was happening a big burst of white
sperm (I now knew what it was that came out) shot out and hit my cheek
and chin, a big blob falling on my lips. Then another burst of sperm
emerged, almost as much as the first, hitting me this time on my flat
chest as I had pulled back instinctively after the first one hit my face.
It was followed by another and yet another, not as large as these landed
on my hand and arm. Was he ever going to stop?
Well, he DID finish and afterwards my dad just sat there breathing heavy.
It was the only sound as my mom just watched silently with her arms
crossed and I certainly didn't know what to say! I wasn't sure what to
do either so I just held onto his dick which was already starting to get
smaller. Amazing!
"Come over here honey," my mom finally said, pulling me towards her
causing me to lose my grip on my dad's spent dick. She looked at me and
smiled encouragingly. "My, you're quite a mess, aren't you!" she said,
laughing just a bit. "Here, let's get you cleaned up a bit."
My tongue reached out and I could taste the sperm coating my lips. I
grimaced a little, it tasted sort of nasty, like nothing I'd ever tried
before. It wasn't THAT horrible but certainly not delicious. My mom
laughed softly when she saw me grimace.
"It's OK to eat it," she informed me, "But it's sort of like broccoli,
some people love it, others hate it."
After the first taste I wasn't ready for seconds so with that she washed
my dad's cum off of me. Turns out I had it all over me, even more than
I'd thought. My mom's fingers gently wiped it off my face and neck. She
kissed me then, using her tongue to remove the remaining sperm from my
lips. It felt a little funny feeling her tongue on my lips, she'd never
done that before when we kissed.
"Now I just happen to love broccoli," she said, licking her lips after we
kissed. OK, I might have been just eight years old but old enough to
know she wasn't talking about broccoli! Then she reached for a towel and
wiped my face and chest dry.
"So do you feel better now?" she asked me. I wasn't sure what she meant
so when I didn't answer she rephrased herself to say, "I mean, did that
help you understand your dad's dick better?"
This time I nodded and grinned. Actually I was quite proud of myself.
I'd learned something new and couldn't wait to do it again.
"Well, it's good not to be afraid of it but I only had you do that so you
would understand it better, OK?"
From the expression on my face she must have understood that I was
confused yet again. "I mean it was like me showing you my dildo, that
was just to show you, not something for you to do again, understand?"
"You did what?" my dad suddenly cut in. We'd been sort of ignoring him
and I didn't realize he was listening.
"None of your business John," she retorted, "Just a mother-daughter
thing."
For whatever reason I felt closer to my mom even more then - we'd shared
something not even my dad was supposed to know!
"Now as I was trying to say Kelly," she continued with her instructions
to me, "I understand you had questions and so I thought this was the best
way to answer them. However, it was just this once, OK? No more until
you have a husband of your own."
"I don't know Mary, maybe she needs a few more lessons," I heard my dad
mumble. My mom REALLY glared at him this time and he went silent.
"It's all a part of growing up and becoming a big girl," she explained,
"There are just some things good girls don't do until they are older,
just like sex."
Well, if that was what my mom wanted, then that was good enough for me.
It HAD been interesting but the taste of his sperm was still in my mouth
- not something I was all that enthused about trying again any time soon.
With that my dad slipped back into the hot tub but it wasn't long before
we all got out and dried off before putting on our clothes and heading
back into the house.
Chapter 5 - Postlude
====================
Not to belabor the point but I think it's important that people
understand that I was really not any different at the start of this day
than any other eight year-old girl. I didn't live in an "open" household
or a nudist camp. I hate that word "open" anyways as it seems to be a
euphemism when people are trying to make it seem that sex and nudity are
a "normal" part of their life. I wasn't running around naked, playing
with myself, taking baths with my dad, watching my parents have sex,
playing doctor with my cousins, or any of the other crap that people try
to claim that girls do at this age.
That said, not much changed afterwards either. I took my mom's
directions to heart and it would be the last time I stroked my dad's dick
for a long time. Indeed, it was another six years before I touched ANY
other dick and another two more years after that before I felt my dad's
hard dick in my hand again.
One thing DID change... Now that I'd seen my father masturbate he no
longer seemed worried about hiding it from me. Not that he deliberately
did it just so that I would see him, just that if he wanted to do it he
just did it and it wasn't considered a big deal by any of us. If
anything it helped me in that a few years later when I started to
masturbate myself I didn't worry about trying to hide it either. I'm
sure my dad saw me at times but if he did there was no mention of it so
long as I wasn't being a distraction by being too loud or something like
that. As mom always preached... time and place for everything.
Maybe just as important, while not much changed when this day was done
and over, a lot COULD have changed. However the way it was handled by my
mom was such that I now knew some things that I didn't but it was just
that - knowledge, a normal part of growing up and maturing. Most girls
get "The Talk" sooner or later in life and while mine may have come at a
little earlier age than the average and the methods used a bit unusual, I
think it actually was handled quite well by my parents.
That said, knowing what I know today I feel my mother was TOO
conservative. For your typical family, what she did was probably
appropriate in my opinion. However, I'll be the first to admit my family
situation today is anything but typical and had she not been so reserved
perhaps things would have worked out better in years to follow. I have
to wonder if my parents still would have divorced almost twenty years
later if she had not stopped my father on this day. It was obvious what
he wanted, at least obvious to me today. Maybe if he had been allowed to
satisfy his need for young girls with me he wouldn't have sought out
others.
Again, for your typical family that would not be appropriate but when
your mother comes from an incestual family and your father was fucking
your aunt and getting oral from his niece (all of which was not known by
me until I was sixteen and already having sex with my father), what was
the point in delaying the inevitable? Why stop me from helping him deal
with his instincts and needs when it was probably going to happen sooner
or later anyway? Who knows what the results would have been but I
personally think it might have improved their odds of being better than
they turned out.
People ask me if there is anything in my life that I regret doing, at
least sexually. The answer is a definite NO. Oh sure there are a lot of
things that maybe I wouldn't do if I was able to go back in time but none
that I regret. Even when I was raped, bringing an abrupt end to my brief
escorting career, I didn't regret what I'd been doing as it taught me a
valuable life lesson.
On the other hand there ARE things I regret NOT doing and not pleasing my
father when the opportunity was first presented is at the top of that
list. The big question for me is, how will I handle it when MY daughter
gets old enough for "The Talk"?
THE END