Chapter 3

Did I jack off?

Of course I did. My libido didn’t care that Amber was my daughter. I’d watched an attractive young woman have an orgasm. It didn’t hurt that she looked like the spitting image of my ex from all those years ago. To be completely frank and honest, there aren’t many sexier things on the planet, or in the universe for that matter, than a woman giving herself an orgasm, my daughter or not.

After I came, I mused about that. Being nudists, we’d had to have “the talk” a lot earlier than most families. Funny thing though, once those talks happened, the kids’ attentions really homed in on what they saw was different between boys and girls. Before, it wasn’t a big deal, and no one brought any attention to it except on rare occasions. In the talks and other times, we’d told the kids that sex was a natural part of life just as nude bodies were. We’d encouraged them to masturbate whenever they had the need. Most of the time, we ignored it. For a while, Joe was doing it so often out in the open that it’d been strange to see him not masturbating. It was normal in our world.

If anything, it was funny as Joe started to figure out what felt good to him, with his complete lack of shame or worry that someone might be watching him. My ex used to snicker every time she saw him doing it, making sure to get my attention subtly so that I knew what was going on. I would just roll my eyes. I remembered being his age, so I could sympathize. When Amber started catching on to what her mom was giggling about, that started Amber’s fascination with dicks and, more interesting and important in her mind, erections.

By that point, the genie was out of the bottle. We couldn’t tell him he had to stop. Those previous talks about masturbation being completely normal and natural would have looked like lies and only served to confuse him. Taking something that everyone did and making it wrong was not what my ex and I were going to do. Joe wasn’t hurting anyone, and that fact alone was enough to keep our mouths shut on the matter.

We would have had to have some talks if he’d started doing it out in public. Thankfully, that wasn’t a bridge we ever had to cross.

Remembering how relaxed and beautiful Amber looked as she explored her own gratification, I wondered if things had changed in the house since the divorce. Gauging by what I had just watched, it was fair to assume they hadn’t, at least not completely anyway.

I did wonder if Amber had seen me. I was pretty sure she hadn’t, but it’s not like it would have mattered if she indeed had. At least I didn’t think so. She had never cared before, but that was before her body really started to change and hormones took a firm hold on her. When it came to teen girls, the one thing I knew for certain was that I didn’t know anything about them.

Before I could get much further in my thoughts, I heard Amber walking down the hall to her room. I figured anything else could wait until morning.

I was a bit surprised when I came into the kitchen early the next morning to find that Amber had beaten me there. She was sitting at the table, hunched over a bowl of cereal, shoveling heaping spoonfuls of Frosted Flakes towards her mouth that I would have sworn wouldn’t fit past her lips. It was then that my nose was suddenly assaulted by the best aroma I had ever experienced: coffee. Freshly brewed, hot coffee. I was floored. Not only was she up before me, but she also even put on a fresh pot of coffee!

“Good morning.” I stopped to give her a kiss on the top of her head and smiled proudly. “You’re up early.”

She just looked up at me and shrugged. “It’s not that early, Daddy.”

I had already taken two steps to get myself a mug out of the cupboard, but that little comment made me stop dead in my tracks. I gave her an inquisitive look. It was early, no matter how much she tried to act like it wasn’t. I could count on one hand the number of times Amber had woken up before the sun on her own accord. Something was up. The coffee should have been an obvious sign now that I thought about it.