Chapter 1: A Little Background

At the ripe old age of fourteen I was still a virgin in every sense of the word - no anal, oral, or vaginal penetration. Heck, I hadn’t even kissed a boy other than my dad and that doesn’t count! Without today’s Internet to consult, I knew almost nothing about sex other than the naughty whispers between girls during a sleepover - not exactly the most reliable source of information. Even then it wasn’t like we discussed watching our dads masturbating! Perhaps the worst was when one of my best friends proudly claimed her older brother had stolen her panties to masturbate with but while we all feigned horror, none of us really believed her.

My bedroom while growing up was in the back corner of the second floor of our eighty year-old two-story brick home. My parents’ bedroom was on the same side of the house only facing the street. Just a thin wall of old plaster separated the two rooms which may as well of been tissue paper for all the soundproofing it afforded. My bedroom door also happened to open directly across the hall from our one and only bathroom. This meant whenever I returned to my bedroom after using the bathroom it was for all intents and purposes impossible NOT to see what was going on in my parents’ bedroom when their door was open - which was pretty much all the time. My parents taught me at an early age I was always welcome in their bedroom any time ... IF the door was already open. BUT, and this was a HUGE “but”, when their door was shut then I was to stay OUT. If it was really THAT important then I HAD to knock first and wait until one of them opened the door or said it was OK. Being an only child I may have been a bit spoiled and as such there were very few things which could make my parents really mad at me. Violating the bedroom door rule was at the top of that short list. As for what was going on in their bedroom when the door was shut ... well that was a mystery to me but then again I really don’t remember ever questioning it at the time. It was simply the way it was and always had been.

While the rules for my parents’ bedroom door were one thing, their policy for MY bedroom door was quite the opposite. Basically I wasn’t allowed to shut my bedroom door. They may as well have removed it except for it had to be shut when we had someone staying overnight in the guest bedroom or people were visiting who might need to come to the second floor to use the bathroom - as I said, it was the only one in the house. It didn’t make much difference really at my age as there was nothing much for me to hide from anyone, especially my parents.

People might think that with such an “open door” policy that there wasn’t a lot of privacy for me but that’s only an issue if you NEEDED privacy. I was an only child so it wasn’t like I had a brother like some of my friends who spied on them. Also unlike most of my friends, I never had to worry about my parents “catching” me masturbating. Heck, if anything they encouraged me. Neither of them were exactly shy about it either, especially my dad. While my dad might get a bit turned on watching Amanda Tapping on Stargate SG-1 and start stroking himself with me in the living room, THAT was totally different from furiously masturbating while vocally declaring his sexual needs for me!

With only one bathroom there were times waiting in line just wasn’t an option. From as early as I can remember I shared the bathroom with my parents even though it was pretty cramped. Anyone brought up seeing their mother or father in the shower and them seeing you in the same state would agree it’s not something you even think twice about. My dad would even shave standing behind me looking over me in the mirror, pressing me in tight against the sink as he squeezed behind me. True, I could feel his manhood pushing into my back and butt but even so there was never a sexual component as people might accuse. There simply wasn’t room for him to leave any space between us.