Chapter 4: Nudity and Masturbation

My parents raised me to view sex as a natural part of life, that sex is as much a part of our being which was created by God as anything else. Indeed, it is a gift from Him which, like all gifts, is intended to be enjoyed and respected. I would never say we had an “open” household in the way some people like to describe themselves. It wasn’t that we were “open” about sex, it simply wasn’t an issue the way it is with most people.

Another example of how I was raised is the topic of nudity. Again, I would never say we were “open” about nudity. Instead, I was taught that nudity was nothing be ashamed of but we never roamed about nude in our house - what would be the point of that? At the same time, when we were in the hot tub we never wore bathing suits. Again, it had nothing to do with sexuality but instead a simple matter of asking why bother wearing one at home? If someone was nude in the bathroom there were no silly shrieks if someone walked in on them but it wasn’t like we left the door open deliberately to let ourselves be seen.

Masturbation is yet another topic where people go off on wild extremes that drive me crazy when I hear them. It’s nothing more than something most healthy human beings (and even some animals!) enjoy and in fact, is needed in order to be healthy both physically and emotionally. Nobody should be ashamed of it yet at the same time, why make a big deal about it?

My first memories of my father masturbating are from when my mom caught me watching him from the hallway and used the opportunity to explain it to me since I had no idea what he was doing. She even arranged for me to hold his cock later that night when we were all naked together in the hot tub so I could understand what a man’s cock was and how it got hard (although at the time I didn’t realize WHY it got so hard when I held it). she hadn’t intended it to be a sexual experience, at least not for me, and it was the only time I touched him until we finally had sex when I was sixteen.

To my chagrin, I have always seemed to be a slow developer compared to my friends - last to get my period, last to grow boobs, etc. Even though my parents did it regularly, because it wasn’t something that they made an issue of, the curiosity factor created by something being declared “naughty” was never there for me. Knowing that my mom and dad did it regularly saved me from the embarrassment and stigma that most kids carry.

I think it’s a shame is that the same parents who preach to their kids that masturbation is a sin probably do it themselves later that night. If my parents happened to noticed me playing with myself there was no yelling or telling me I was doing something bad. If anything, it was just the opposite in that they simply ignored me! Thus if we are all watching a TV show or movie and I get turned on, it’s no big deal for me to rub myself or whatever without being embarrassed. Heck, sometimes it’s my parents who are doing it! Once again, why make it a big deal?