Chapter 1: A Little Background...

When I visit my friends and observe their parents I can’t help but thank God for mine. It’s no wonder most families never enjoy the benefits of incest when you see how parents let themselves go to pot. Like just because you’re married doesn’t mean you have to wear frumpy clothes, neglect your hair, or gain fifty pounds. As for my parents, they keep themselves in pretty good shape and my mom still looks fantastic in a bikini while my dad still wears about the same pant size that he did when he graduated from college. Mom loves it when people mistake her for my older sister! It probably helps that she only had one child to recover from as well. It wasn’t that they only wanted one child, but after the difficult birth she had with me she was told she shouldn’t have any more children. While having a sister or brother would’ve certainly made my life a LOT different, as it was she and I have always been very close and I share everything with her (well, almost everything).

Besides the usual things mom teach their daughters - how to dress, apply makeup, hygiene, etc., my mom also helped me with the things most mothers are either too up-tight or even embarrassed to discuss with their daughters. For instance, based on what I’ve heard and seen with my friends, I’d say the need to masturbate develops quite naturally for most girls. Still, it never hurts to get a few pointers and who better than your mom? My mother even introduced me to her toy collection although I never grew as fond of them as she was.

My mom also made sure I was well informed about other topics related to sex. It seems most mother prefer to avoid potentially embarrassing topics, as if by not saying anything somehow everything will just magically work out. Yeah right ... and people wonder why so many high school girls get pregnant. Once I just mentioned something about being sexually active, she wasted no time getting me started on birth control. When my gynecologists was reluctant to put a fourteen year-old on birth control my mom insisted, telling her that she preferring that I be safe rather than trying to defy a girl’s natural instincts and preach abstinence. I still smile when I remember her saying something about she’d rather accept the inevitable than be a grandmother in her 30’s. Our discussions also go both ways. For example, when I surrendered my virginity I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Mom all about it. After a date, she insists on a full report - with ALL the details. Sometimes I think my mom is living vicariously through me!

Being an only child has its pros and cons. One of the advantages I think is not having to worry about younger brothers and sisters so my parents could focus on MY maturity and treat me accordingly. Having two professionals as parents (mom is an RN, dad a lawyer) also seemed to lead them to treating me less as a child. This applied not to just our discussions but to our physical relationships. Of course I don’t mean anything sexual - my parents aren’t pedophiles although hugging and such was always encouraged as in most families. However there’s a BIG difference between being comfortable about sexual topics and HAVING sex. For instance, I never saw them making love. Of course I knew they did it thanks to the wall between our bedroom being pretty thin, but it was something they considered as being special between the two of them. Sex was an integral part of their marriage, something special and intimate, NOT something their kid should be watching, let alone be involved with. Still, I used to think how silly it was when one of my friends would say, “ewwwwwww” when their parents even kissed in front of them. Imagine what they would say if they heard them the way I heard mine!

Because of the way I was raised regarding sex with regards to privacy, respect, and responsibility, the thought of me having sex with my parents never even crossed my mind as I grew up. Sure I noticed that my dad was looking at me a little differently as I matured but I considered that to be a compliment. Even my mom would point out that while he may be my father he was also a man. Other men were beginning to look at me differently so why shouldn’t he do the same? Like just because I was his daughter did that he was supposed to ignore me? After all, it’s what someone DOES that counts, not how they look at you. Well, at least until I turned sixteen and everything changed...

A few months after my sixteenth birthday I came home early from a party one night and secretly watched through my bedroom window as my parents made love in the hot tub. It was the first time I’d ever seen them having sex and it’s almost impossible for me to explain the feelings that arose within me as I watched. While my mother was doing some of the same things to my dad as I was with my boyfriends, it was drastically different watching HER doing it. While I loved sucking a boy’s dick and even more, being fucked by it, up until then it was all about the physical feelings it gave me and the emotional high that came from getting him off as well. OK, so maybe I was a little self-centered and selfish, but I was the one with the pussy so why not?

Watching my parents changed all that. Suddenly sex became so much more - I was witnessing an act of love, not selfish enjoyment. It was like the Book of Ephesians coming to life - seeing my mother submitting herself biblically to my father while my father loved her unconditionally in response.