Chapter 8: Mom’s Protects Me As I Grow Up

My mom was always VERY protective of me as I was growing up. Regarding sex, I think she wanted to make sure that I never had to go through what she did with her father. Sure it all worked out for them in the end, but it still wasn’t her choice to have sex with her dad and she was determined my first time with my dad, IF it happened, would be different with me. She encouraged me to enjoy myself sexually with my friends - boys and girls, but when it came to anything related to my dad, she was like a momma bear protecting her cub!

The first time I really remember her interfering with a potential situation between me and my dad was when I was just over eight years old. She caught me in the hall, peeking into their bedroom to watch my dad masturbate. Under the circumstances, she figured the best way to answer my questions was to let me touch his penis and watch it cum up close for myself. She waited until we were in the hot tub that evening where she used my dad to teach me about male masturbation. I can remember like it was just yesterday how he reacted to my initial clumsy touch. I can also vaguely recall how several times he asked my mom to make me do something but I didn’t know what he was talking about. What I DO remember is her terse response, telling him NO in no uncertain terms.

It’s not that my mom wasn’t being turned on watching her little girl stroke her daddy’s cock, looking so innocent and cute. She once told me that the look on my face when he came all over me was just priceless and she always wished she had a camera handy! My mom knew my dad well and she recognized that her WAS a man as well as a husband and father. Really, how many men do you think can honestly say they if they had a cute little naive eight year-old girl stroking their cock that they would NOT want more?

Personally, today I think it was really a little unfair of my mother to put him in that situation. No doubt if my mom hadn’t been there he probably would have had me suck him, and who knows what else. My mother, however, kept a tight rein on the situation to make sure nothing of the kind happened. Once I understand the mechanics of the male penis, she made sure my dad never did anything like that with me again. It would be another eight years before I touched my dad’s dick again, all thanks to her.

Frankly, I have to wonder if maybe she was a little TOO protective. Would it have really harmed me to suck him a little that night? As I grew up and matured, there were plenty of times my father must have been sorely tempted to cross the line with me, especially when I started masturbating literally day and night. My mom use to laugh when she told me how she could recall how horny he would get when I started doing myself in front of him without a care in the world. She didn’t mind because it would make him horny as hell meaning she got fucked pretty good later on!