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Author: Kelly (pghpa_girl)
Diary Date: June 20, 1993
Story codes: Mg M-solo voy inc father daughter
Me (8)
John - my dad (30)
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.
1. A Little Background
2. An Eye-Opener
3. Mom Gives Me "The Talk"
4. Learning "Hands-On"
5. Postlude
1. A Little Background
My childhood 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 our 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 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 ever 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 also pretty ignored it.
As for MY bedroom door, I was never allowed to shut it unless we had someone staying overnight in the guest room with us or people were visiting and might need to use the bathroom. It didn't make any difference when I was younger as there was nothing for me to hide from my Anyone, especially 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 as 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 our home it was because there was a reason for it like when taking a bath or shower, changing clothes, and so forth. The only time we were typically 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.
At this age I didn't know anything about sex. Really, what typical eight year-old does outside of those 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.
I think back to those days and wonder what would have happened if I knew what I know today. Imagine if I had reached under the water and grasped his erection (he was usually hard when with me in the hot tub although I didn't know why back then). 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. I give my father a lot of credit for obeying my mother and not giving in to what had to be terrible temptation. Just goes to show who really ruled our household!
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 by a thin ray of sunlight sneaking past my bedroom curtains but it was enough that I have to bother turning on the lamp next to my bed. Shuffling quickly to the bathroom, I dropped down my cotton pajama bottoms to my feet and quietly took care of business. After flushing the toilet, cringing at the loud noise it created, I washing my hands and shuffled back towards my bedroom while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I fully intended to go back to sleep!
As I traversed the hallway, carefully maneuvering to avoid the squeaky boards in our old wood floors, my attention was drawn to sounds like someone moaning 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. Were my mom and dad OK? Their bedroom door was open which meant I was allowed to go in so I turned towards the bedroom door. In my haste I stepped on one of those dang boards and my heart raced as the loud squeak sounded like it was coming out of a bullhorn.
I froze but the sounds continued so I made my way closer, being more careful now. Just as I got to their bedroom 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 yet again in my tracks. Oh my god! My dad was laying naked 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 apart. He was all alone, my mother nowhere to be seen.
Now that in and of itself wasn't a big deal as my parents always slept naked. I'd tried to sleep without my pajamas to b like my mom but she always 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... What drew my attention wasn't his nudity – big deal even at that age. No, it was what he was doing with his hand that my eyes fixated on. My dad was rubbing his dick (I would have called it his "thing" back then) and moaning although these had become more soft than the ones that had drawn my attention.
You can understand why I was so curious when you realize that 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. Oh sure, my dad was always stroking himself while watching TV or looking at porn, sometimes even when I was sitting on his lap but it was always in conjunction with something else he was doing. This time it was fully consuming him, everything seemed 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, 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 – at least until up until now.
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 something told me that he had forgotten to close the door and I shouldn't be watching. Yet I was afraid to move make another sound that this time he might hear because I worried that he might 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 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. 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. I didn't know what having a thing like that was like. He 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.
I was quickly pulled out from my boredom when suddenly he gasped loudly after which I couldn't help by cry out in surprise, quickly clamping my hand over my mouth in a belated attempt to stifle my cry. My daddy's head leaned back and his back arched WAY up. Then to my utter amazement something started to shoot out of his dick! Now I'd watched my dad pee plenty of times before when we would share the bathroom so at first I thought ewwwww, he was peeing on himself in bed! How gross!
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 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!
I was mesmerized! An earthquake could have hit then I doubt I would have noticed it. It was just then that I felt a hand land firmly on my shoulder. I froze, my heart lodged firmly in my throat. OMG, my mom!
"Shhhhhh, now come with me you little spy. And be quiet!"
My mother then put her other hand on my other shoulder and steered me quietly 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. Entering my room, the tears started to flow as I was positive that I was going to be severely punished for spying on my dad. Yes the door had been open but still, I was old enough to know better.
"Shhhhhh," she said softly, turning me to face her. My mom was smiling which helped make me feel a little better. "It's OK... nothing to cry about my dear."
Then she lifted me up onto my bed where I sat with my legs crossed under Me, totally oblivious that I was flashing my eight year old bald pussy to my mom. I reached over for one of my favorite teddy bears and clutched it for security firmly to my chest where my heart was still beating 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 him," 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, she put her hand to her lips and seemed to be deep in thought about something for a few moments. Then it was 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 couldn't make out what it was they were saying. The only thing I DID hear was my mother suddenly raising her voice with a firm, "NO!" and then it was back to the whispering. What in the world could they discussing for so long?
3. Mom Gives Me "The Talk"
"Kelly, we need to have a little talk," my mom started out when she returned to my room. Uh-oh! Whenever she started out with that nothing good ever came of it. Oh no, she was going to yell at 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 – 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. 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. Unlike me my mom ALWAYS wore something on her bottom, 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.
What followed next was my first introduction to sex, the dreaded "birds and bees". My mom confessed to me years later that she hadn't been 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, or should I say, "spill the sperm".
There's a fine line when it comes to dealing with sex and 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 at long last I finally knew why my parents closed their 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 went on to tell me that sex was a special way for parents to show their love for each other and that it was something for THEM to share between themselves, not as a family thing. 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!
As much as my mom tried, I can't say it all went over smoothly. 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 her finger barely could. 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's when my mom threw me a curveball and told me where baby's actually came from and suddenly my dad's dock didn't worry me near as much anymore – I had much better things to have nightmares about.
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 – no way!
Seeing my disbelief, my mom told me to hold that thought and then brought out what she had evidently gone to her bedroom to get. Again, this was a sight 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 (erection being a brand new entry for my vocabulary).
Smiling, my mom stood up and quickly slipped off her panties, dropping them to her feet and stepping out of them, leaving them on the throw rug next to my bed. She then sat back down next to me but motioned for me to scoot up towards my pillow while she leaned back on my bed into her elbow. Wetting the dido in her mouth, she rubbed herself with it a little and then to my amazement she slowly pushed it deep inside of her pussy! She gasped as it penetrated her. OMG, how deep was it going to go?
I mean like 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 inside my mom was an eye-opener. It made what I'd seen my dad doing seem minor in comparison. He was just stroking himself and granted, in a manner beyond anything I'd seen but it was just 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 woman's pussy CAN take a man inside of her like this," she Explained as she slowly drew it almost all the way out as if to prove to me this wasn't some magician's trick. "But you'll have to wait until you're a lot older before your pussy is ready."
She left it 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 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.
"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 for all to see.
That pretty much concluded my first lesson (there would be many to come in the years ahead). By the time my mom left me semi-dazed on my bed 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 aroused, 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 watching them having sex.
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". 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. As to WHY she would such a thing in the first place, well that never even crossed my mind. While it certainly didn't appear to hurt her, neither did she overly react to it. It certainly didn't leave me with any urges to sneak into their bedroom and steal her dildo to try on myself.
Another thing was that I was left with the impression 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. She explained about how my dad needed to do it to make himself feel better but never once mentioned the real reason she had her dildo. I feel pretty dumb now looking back as I didn't think to ask the purpose of her toy.
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. True, my mom had proved beyond doubt that a man's dick could fit in her but she wasn't about to demonstrate child birth to me. It wasn't I didn't believe her, I think it was more a matter I didn't WANT to believe her!
After my mom left, making sure to take her dildo with her, I laid back on my pillow and raise my knees up so my feet were flat on my bed, spreading my knees apart. Reaching down gingerly I pressed my finger to my pussy, slowly letting it slide up the slit and then back down again. It tickled more than anything! I pushed my finger tip against my pussy entrance but it was like an impenetrable barrier was in place, Determined, I brought my finger to my mouth and put in in, spreading my saliva over it. This time I could just barely press the very tip of it in me. My mind thought of my mom's dildo and once again I just couldn't believe it would ever fit in me! Still, it felt sort of nice to rub myself there, even if I couldn't press inside. It wasn't like the first time I'd "scratched an itch" between my legs but it was different this time.
4. Learning "Hands-On"
I must have fallen asleep as I woke up and found myself laying in bed with my hand still lodged in my 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 headed down to the kitchen. On the way I noticed my parent's door was closed this time. For the first time I felt this urge to sneak a look but 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. 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 Kristi as she was only six. Yeah, 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 much more detailed education, even though she was two years younger than me. Let's just say her education was more "hands-on"...
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. What WAS unusual was for her to make the announcement as usually my dad was king of the hot tub.
Personally I loved the hot tub as me being I was 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 and if they DID see anything, they obviously kept it to themselves.
As usual I led the way, dropping my clothes unceremoniously in a pile so I could be the first in the tub and claim my favorite spot. 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.
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 preferably 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. She wasn't smiling but I could tell she was holding something back, like she was about to burst out laughing at any moment. I suddenly felt embarrassed and turned my eyes away.
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 as I couldn't turn my eyes away for long as curious as I was.
"Mommy, daddy's getting an erection," I announced loudly, proud to make use of my expanded vocabulary and demonstrate to them both how well I'd understood what she had taught me earlier.
"Oh my 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 him needing to control himself.
My dad just shrugged and got in beside me, putting his arm around me as I snuggled up next to him. It was just like any other time yet it wasn't. 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 quickly took my usual seat – on 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 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 sit on my dad's lap but mom made us wear our swim suits and even though mine didn't cover very much, it just wasn't the same as if we were being kept apart 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! Other than maybe in the shower or when she was dressing, I rarely saw my mom totally nude as she always wore at least a bra and panties around the house. 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 hand subconsciously went to my chest as I imagined it growing.
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 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 shaking her head.
My mom rolled her eyes 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 tell you that this was something we didn't talk to daddy about?"
I suppose she had but somewhere along the line my curiosity had overridden any memories of those directions. 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 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 meaning she had 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 now before it goes 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 smile 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 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."
"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, "Get off your dad's lap Kelly... 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 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.
My mom then directed my dad, "Alright John, 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 stare at his dick. A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing and now something that normally I never paid any attention to was 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 was shying away from looking at my dad. Then she turned to my dad and added, "See John, this is exactly what I was afraid would happen."
My dad just shrugged while I was puzzled. Exactly WHAT would happen?
My mom 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 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 erect dick, "There's nothing to be afraid of. They don't bite!"
Yeah, easy for HER to say. I still pulled away so she took her hand off my dad's dick, grabbed mine and placed it on my dad's cock.
"It's OK Kelly, you can touch it. See? There's nothing bad, it's just a penis. Every man has one."
"I thought you told me to call it his dick?" I finally spoke a little defiantly.
My dad chuckled and my mom glared at him as she answered, "Yes, you're right, I did and you can call it that too if you want. Now grab his penis... I mean his dick... like I did."
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. It felt funny and I didn't know what to do so I just held it. Then I felt it move and I pulled my hand 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."
"Mom! It's moving again!" I exclaimed yet again but this time I kept my hand on 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.
"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. 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 and so 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! 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. "You can do that too. He likes it, don't you John?"
"Oh god yes," my dad answered softly, his voice a little hoarse for some reason.
"Can you show me mom how to do it better mom?" I asked.
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 instructed me.
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.
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. Then 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.
"Dammit John!" my mom hissed, "I told you NO!"
"Oh god Mary, c'mon," he pleaded, "Please!"
"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 of my head while I continued to rub his dick with my hand. Parents, you never know what they're talking about sometimes.
"That's it, 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 but he didn't try pushing on my head again, "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 just as he told me. His dick felt so big and hard in my hand, 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.
"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? Well, I quickly found out. Suddenly I felt his dick swell in my hand 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 little even on my lips. Then another burst of sperm emerged, almost as much as the first, hitting me this time on the 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 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 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!" she said, laughing just a bit. "Let's clean you off."
My tongue reached out and I could taste the sperm. I grimaced a little, it tasted funny, like nothing I'd ever tried before. It wasn't horrible but certainly not delicious. My mom laughed softly.
"It's OK to eat it," she informed me, "But it's sort of like broccoli, some people love it, others hate it."
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. 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 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 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. Just this once, OK?"
"Maybe she needs more lessons," I heard my dad mumble. My mom glared at him 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.
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 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. 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 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 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 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 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