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:

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 dedicated diary entry.  The main reason I haven't until now is 
that I was only eight at the time so the details are at best fuzzy.  Be real 
- how accurately does anyone remember anything that happened to them at that 
age?  Thus a lot of this is based on what my parents have told me.  I’ve done 
my best to piece everything together and recreate what happened.  When I was 
finished I ran the draft by my mom and she made some corrections.  We both 
agree that it is now as accurate as it can be under the circumstances.  If 
nothing else, it paints a picture allowing future events in my life to be 
better understood

Personally I hate it when people write stories supposedly narrated by a young 
girl - they're  just silly at best and unbelievable.  Thus I chose to write 
this no different than as if I was telling it to someone in person today.

One last thing... although I put a date for this diary entry I have no idea 
precisely when this occurred.  I just know it was sometime around my mom’s 
birthday.   Besides, what difference does it really make exactly what day it 
happened?  It's WHAT happened that matters.

Table of Contents:
   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
===============================

Growing up my bedroom was on the second floor of our home squeezed between my 
parents' bedroom and the guestroom.  It was also directly across the hall 
from the 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 almost all the time.  
One thing I was taught early was that I was always welcome in their bedroom 
at any time when the door was open but when it was shut I had to knock first 
and only come in when they opened the door or said it was OK.

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 don't remember really questioning it 
at the time.  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 pretty much didn't 
pay any attention.

As for MY bedroom door, I was never allowed to shut it unless we had guests 
staying with us or people were visiting.  It didn't make any difference when 
I was younger as there was nothing for me to hide from my parents.  Of course 
things changed when I got older but that was later.

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.  From as early a 
I can remember I dressed and used the bathroom around both of my parents, 
just as they did with me.  If you're brought up seeing your father naked 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.  Big deal.

My parents weren't nudists and there was no gratuitous nudity in our house.  
If you were undressed in my house it was because there was a reason for it 
like when taking a bath or shower, changing clothes, and so forth.  The only 
other time we were nude in front of one another was in the hot tub as over 
time the hot water and chemicals ruined whatever you wore so it was just 
common sense not to wear anything unless other people were with us.

Until this day in my life I didn't know anything about sex.  Really, what 
typical eight year-old does outside of silly erotic stories?  I found out 
later that my parents enjoyed a healthy sex life, but that was something they 
did behind the closed bedroom door.  If they did anything like that anywhere 
else, it was only when I wasn't around.

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.  I think 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 came in contact with it other than the 
occasional accidental brush in our small bathroom or if I was sitting on his 
lap in the hot tub.


Chapter 2 - An Eye-Opener
=========================

It was early in the morning about three months after my eighth birthday and I 
woke up earlier than normal with this tremendous urge to pee.  The sun was 
barely up so my bedroom was only dimly lit but it was enough that I didn't 
bother to turn on the lamp next to my bed.  Walking to the bathroom, I pulled 
down my cotton pajama bottoms and took care of business.  After flushing the 
toilet and washing my hands I shuffled back towards my bedroom rubbing the 
sleep from my eyes, ready to go back to sleep.

As I crossed the hallway I heard what sounding like a moan coming from my 
parents' bedroom.  My eyes opened wider as I wondered if something was wrong.  
The tone was deep and low so the faint sounds coming up the stairway must 
have been my mom doing something in the kitchen.  Was my dad OK?  The bedroom 
door was open which meant I could go in so I started towards the bedroom 
door.

Just as I got to the doorway, the sunlight coming in through the windows was 
enough to give me a good view of the room - a view good enough to freeze me 
in my tracks.  My dad was laying naked on his back on the bed.  My dad's head 
was resting on a pair of pillows piled up and he had his feet flat in the bed 
with his knees bent and spread apart.  

Now that in and of itself wasn't a big deal as my parents always slept naked.  
What drew my attention was what he was doing with his hand.  My dad was 
rubbing his dick (I would have called it his "thing" back then) and moaning 
although more softly than the ones that had drawn my attention. 

This was the first time I'd seen my dad masturbate.  For that matter it was 
the first time I'd seen ANYONE masturbate.  At the time I didn't even know 
that he was masturbating, I just knew he seemed to be enjoying whatever it 
was he was doing.

It was fascinating!  Just try and imagine what such a sight would look like 
to a little girl that had no clue as to what was happening.  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, just as my mom had boobs and my dad 
didn't.  Why men and women were different wasn't really all that much of a 
concern to me - until now at least.

How long I stood there watching I have no idea.  I wanted to watch to see 
what he was doing but at the same time I was afraid to make a sound because I 
thought he might be mad for watching.  After all, this was something he'd 
never done before in front of me and even now it wasn’t like I was suppose to 
be seeing this.  Was this what happened when they closed the door?  Maybe 
because it was so early he thought I was asleep so he didn't have to close 
the door. 

I can remember actually starting to get a bit bored.  Nothing more was 
happening so maybe he was just itching it or something like that. I didn’t 
know what having a thing like that was like.  He just kept using his hand on 
it, sometimes switching hands.

Suddenly he gasped and I almost cried out in surprise.  His head leaned back 
and his back arched up.  Then to my utter amazement something started to 
shoot out of his dick.  I'd watched my dad pee before and at first I thought 
ewwwww, he was peeing on himself in bed!

Then I noticed whatever it was didn't look like his pee.  Instead of pale and 
yellow, it was sort of white and gooey.  Rather than coming out in a stream 
it shot out in bursts, shooting the first time all the way to his hairy chest 
and then the rest on his belly.  I don't know how many times it did it but it 
made quite a mess on his chest and stomach.

Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I froze.

"Shhhhhh, come with me you little spy."

My mother put her other hand on my other shoulder and steered me back to my 
bedroom.  I was so scared it was a good thing I'd just peed or I might have 
done it right then and there on the hallway floor.  Tears started to flow as 
I was positive that I was going to be severely punished for spying on my dad.

"Shhhhhh," she said softly, turning me to face her.  My mom was smiling which 
helped me a little.  "It's OK... nothing to cry about dear."

Then she lifted me up onto my bed where I sat with my legs crossed under me.  
I reached for one of my favorite teddy bears and clutched it for security to 
my chest.  My smile just smiled even more and gently took it from my hands 
and set it aside.

"You're a big girl now, you don't need him," she said soothingly, running her 
fingers through my hair. Then she added, more to herself than me, "Apparently 
a bigger girl than I'd realized."

Standing back up straight, she put her hand to her lips and seemed to think 
about something for a moment.  Then she shrugged and told me to sit still for 
a moment as she disappeared to her bedroom.  I heard voices coming from their 
room but couldn't make out what it was they were saying.


Chapter 3 - Mom Gives Me "The Talk"
===================================

“Kelly, we need to have a talk,” my mom started out when she returned to my 
room.  She had something in her hand but kept it hidden from view as she sat 
next to me in the bed.  Her nightshirt was pretty short and so it lifted up 
enough to where I could see her panties but that wasn’t a big deal to either 
of us.

What followed was my first introduction to sex.  My mom confessed to me years 
later that she wasn’t ready for this yet, assuming she still had at least 
another year or two before the subject came up.  I think 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.  

There’s a fine line when dealing with someone at such a young age.  Still, my 
mom managed to handle the subject of sex in much the same way she’d handled 
the issue of nudity to date.  What I mean is she explained it as being 
something natural, something that everyone did.  Even so, she emphasized that 
just as we didn't run around the house naked for no reason, so to it was with 
sex and masturbation.  

So finally I knew why my parents closed the bedroom door.  Important to note 
is that even though I KNEW what was going on, the door remained closed as 
there was no need for me to SEE what was going on.  My mother told me that 
sex was a special way for them to love each other and that it was something 
for THEM to share between themselves, not as a family thing.  Someday I would 
have my own husband.

As much as my mom tried, I can't say it all went over smoothly.  It’s quite a 
shock for a girl to learn that something like her father’s “thing” is suppose 
to go inside of her private place.  That is one of the things I DO remember 
about our talk, wondering how in the world such a big thing could fit into 
something so small! 

That was when my mom brought out what she had gone to her bedroom to get.  
Again, this was something 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 bigger than my dad’s - even when his was fully erect (a new 
term for me now).  

My mom slipped off her panties and leaned back on my bed.  Wetting the dido 
in her mouth, she rubbed herself with it a little and then slowly pushed it 
inside of herself.

Wow!  Talk about an eye-opening experience!  It was one thing to talk about 
something going inside of me there but to actually SEE it go in my mom was a 
shock.  It made what I’d seen my dad doing seem minor in comparison.

“See Kelly, a woman’s pussy CAN take a man inside of her like this,” she 
explained. “But you’ll have to wait until you’re a lot older before yours is 
ready.”

She only left it in her for a moment and then pulled it back out again.  It 
wasn't like she masturbated with it or anything, just simply demonstrated 
that it would fit.  I DID notice that it seemed even wetter than before which 
she seemed to see in my eyes as I stared at it.

“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, setting the dildo off to 
the side of her.

So by the time my mom left I’d had a pretty good 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 penis).  Overall I had a pretty 
good idea of the mechanics of sex but it all seemed rather clinical to me 
which I suppose was exactly what my mom intended.

If there was one thing I did NOT feel was anything that qualified as sexual 
urges myself.  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 dick they see.  
I’m not saying that a young girl can't be sexually excited, I’m just saying 
it didn’t happen to me.  If anything, I just felt more curiosity than 
anything.  My mom made it absolutely clear that sex was off-limits for me 
which included me seeing them having sex.

Looking back at the dilemma my mom faced when she caught me watching my dad 
masturbate, I wonder how I will handle it when it comes time to giving my own 
daughter “The Talk”.  I think about some of the things my mom did NOT tell me 
and wonder whether or not I’ll follow her lead.

For instance, while I we left that day 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.  As to WHY she would such a thing in the first place, 
well that never even crossed my mind.  

Another thing was that I was left with the knowledge that masturbation was 
something MEN did.  It wasn't that my mom ever said that women didn't, it was 
that she never said they DID.

So now I knew where babies came from but I think at the time I still was 
having a hard time believing anything as big as a baby could possible come 
out of me that way.  My mom had proved that a man’s dick could fit in her but 
she wasn't about to demonstrate child birth to me.


Chapter 4 - Learning "Hands-On"
===============================

After my mom left, making sure to take her dildo with her, I laid in bed and 
thought about everything that had just happened.  Wow, what a morning it had 
turned out to be!  

My mom had told me not to say anything to my cousin Kristi as she was only 
six.  What a joke THAT turned out to be.  It would be almost ten years until 
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 more detailed 
education, even though she was two years younger than me.

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 should 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.  

Personally I loved the hot tub as me being so small it was almost as good as 
having a swimming pool.  Our deck was surrounded by a security/privacy fence 
that kept prying eyes at bay, allowing 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 have seen us but we never 
worried about it.

As usual I led the way, dropping my clothes in a pile so I could be the first 
in the tub and claim my favorite spot.  My mom and dad followed, my mom 
picking up my clothes and clucking something about me being so sloppy.

As my dad undressed, my eyes couldn't help but focus on his dick.  It was no 
longer just his “thing”, now it was a “penis” or a “dick”.  Now I knew that 
that it could fit into my mother 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.  Before it was something I never paid any attention to but 
after seeing him masturbate and then learning what it was for it changed 
everything.

“Kelly, it’s not polite to stare,” my mom gently scolded me as she caught me 
staring.

My dad seemed to be a bit sheepish at having his daughter express such 
interest in him like this for the first time.  Still, he didn't make any 
effort to cover himself and if anything, he started to swell a bit.

“Mommy, daddy’s getting an erection,” I announced, proud to make use of my 
expanded vocabulary and show that I had understood what she had taught me 
earllier.

“Oh Kelly!” my mom sighed as if she didn't know what to do about me.  Then 
she looked at my dad and muttered something about controlling himself.  He 
just shrugged and got in beside me, putting his arm around me as I snuggled 
up next to him.

It wasn't long before my mom was in with us.  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, my thoughts couldn’t get off what I’d seen him 
doing early this morning and then how his dick had been growing big again 
just a few minutes before.  I wondered if that meant he wanted to masturbate 
again so in true fashion for an eight year-old, I asked.

“Ummmmm... Mary, I think you need to handle this one,” my dad sighed. 

My mom rolled her eyes at his reluctance and made her way over to me so I 
could hear her above the din of the pump.  

“Now Kelly, I told you that this was something we didn't talk about, didn't 
I?”

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 look 
that told me she wasn’t happy with what I’d said.

After that I kept my mouth shut.  My dad tickled me and I giggled and things 
went back to normal again, at least so I thought. 

My mother, on the other hand, knew better.  She knew she had to nip my 
growing curiosity in the bud before it 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 questions that had undoubtedly arisen in my mind 
during the afternoon.

“John, I think we need to deal with this now before it goes any further,” my 
mom said to my dad.  My dad looked at her but I didn't understand what she 
was talking about.

“What exactly are you proposing?” he responded with a smile on his face.

“Not THAT you jerk,” she said, hitting him in the shoulder, “Get your filthy 
mind out of the gutter.”

All this banter was going right over my head.  I was more interested in one 
of my toys that was floating around than whatever things they were 
discussing.

“Let me handle this,” she directed my dad, “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 by her.  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 notice his dick was starting to grow.  This time I knew better than 
to say anything and I did my best not to even look at him.

“It’s OK Kelly, you can look at him,” my mom encouraged me, seeing how I was 
shying away from my dad.  Then she turned to my dad and added, “See, this is 
just what I was afraid of.”

“So Kelly, I guess 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, it’s only natural for you to be curious about something new.”

I leaned in towards her, feeling 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 like Eve it was a whole new 
ballgame for me and so I tried to hide from it.

“Here, see?” my mom said to me, reaching out and grabbing my dad’s half-erect 
dick, “There’s nothing to be afraid of.  It doesn’t bite.”

Easy for her to say.  I still pulled away so she took her hand off my dad’s 
dick, grabbed mine and put it on my dad’s cock.

“It’s OK Kelly, you can touch it.  See?  There’s nothing bad, it’s just a 
penis.”

“I thought you said it was his dick?” I finally spoke, not sure what to do 
next.

My dad chuckled and my mom glared at him.

“Yes I did and you can call it that too if you want.  Now grab his penis... I 
mean his dick... like I did before.”

For the first time in my life I was holding a man’s penis in my hand.  It 
felt funny and I didn’t know what to do so I just held it.  Then I felt it 
move and I pulled back quickly.

“It moved mommy!” I exclaimed.

My mom just smiled reassuringly and put my hand back on him.  “Yes, they can 
move.  It just means it liked you touching it.”

Now I was REALLY confused.  “It liked it?  Is it alive?”  Suddenly I felt a 
little scared of it.

“Oh no honey, not like that.  It’s no different than when you move a finger 
when someone touches it.”

With that she put my hand back on my dad’s dick.

“Mom!  It’s growing!” I exclaimed yet again but this time I kept my hand on 
it.  Indeed, I could feel it getting larger in my hand like a balloon that 
was slowly filling up. 

“Remember what I told you about men getting erections?  It means it likes 
your hand on it.  Men like their dick’s to be touched.”

“So that’s why daddy was touching it like that?” I asked, still a bit 
confused by it all. 

“That’s right Kelly, now you’re getting it,” my mom complimented me.  It made 
me feel good, like I was being more grown up.  “You can do that too, remember 
how he moved his hand on it?  You can do the same.”

Until now I had just been holding it with my hand, my fingers wrapped around 
the center of his shaft. I knew what she was talking about but I wasn’t sure 
what to do.

“Can you show me mom?”

Without saying anything she put her hand in place of mine and started to 
stroke my dad’s cock.  By now he was pretty much erect.  She reached down to 
wet her hand in the water and resumed stroking him.

“It’s easier if you keep it wet,” she explained, “Here, you try it now.”

My hand was much smaller than hers and with his dick now fully erect my 
fingers barely made it around him.  I tried to stroke him but at first I 
grabbed him too tight and just yanked on his dick.  My dad grunted.

“Slide it through your hand Kelly, don’t grab it so tight,” my dad instructed 
me.

I did as he said and soon I had my hand moving up and down the shaft. “Like 
this daddy?”

My dad groaned and then in a more husky voice he answered, “Oh yeah, just 
like that baby... just like that.”

I looked up at my dad and asw that he was looking down to watch what I was 
doing.  The expression on his face was different than anything I’d seen 
before.

“Jesus Mary,” he moaned to my mom.  I was feeling better now, even a little 
proud of myself.

I felt my dad’s hand on top of my head and he started to push me down towards 
his lap.  I looked over to my mom, confused as to what he wanted.

“John!” my mom hissed, “NO!”

“Oh god Mary, c’mon,” he pleaded.

“I said no and don’t you even dare,” she practically growled at him.  She 
reached out and took his hand off of my head while I continued to rub his 
dick with my hand.  Parents, you never know what they’re talking about 
sometimes. 

“Keep going Kelly, you’re doing great,” she said in a more gentle voice to 
me.

“That’s right Kelly, you ARE doing great,” my dad added, “Faster... do it 
faster.”

My arm was 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 as he said.  His dick felt so big 
and hard in my hand, like nothing I’d ever felt before.

“Fuck Mary, I’m ready,” he groaned even louder this time. 

I had no idea what that meant but I quickly found out.  Suddenly I felt his 
dick swell in my hand and then a big burst of white sperm (I now knew what it 
was that came out) shot out and landed right on my bare chest.  I even felt a 
little hit my neck and chin.  Then another burst of sperm emerged, almost as 
much as the first, hitting me this time on the chest and belly as I had 
pulled back instinctively after the first one.  Another and then another shot 
out, covering my hand and arm.

When he finished my dad just sat there breathing heavy.  I wasn't sure what 
to do so I just held onto his dick which was already starting to get smaller.

“Come over here honey,” my mom said, pulling me towards her.  She looked at 
me and smiled encouragingly.  “My, you’re a mess!” she said, laughing just a 
bit. “Let’s clean you off.”

My mom washed my dad’s cum off of me.  I had it all over me, even more than I 
thought.  My mom’s fingers gently wiped it off my face and neck.  Then she 
reached for a towel and wiped me 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, does that help 
you understand your dad’s dick better?”

This time I nodded and smiled.

“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 
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 mean not touch him again?”  I heard my dad mumble something behind me 
but I couldn't understand him.  Whatever it was my mom glared at him and he 
stopped immediately.

“It’s just part of growing up and becoming a big girl,” she explained.  There 
are things girls don’t do until they are older, just like sex.

If that was what my mom wanted, then that was good enough for me.  If only it 
was that easy to convince me about things later in life!  

My dad slipped back into the hot tub and 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 different at the start of this day than any other eight 
year-old girl.  I didn't live in an "open" household.  I hate that word 
anyway 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.

Not much changed afterwards.  I took my mom’s words to heart but little did I 
know it would be the last time for another six years before I touched another 
dick and two more years after that before I felt my dad’s dick in my hand 
again.

One thing DID change.  Now that I’d seen my father masturbate he no longer 
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 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.

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 a little earlier 
than 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.  

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 her daughter (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 no.  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
