Chapter 4

Rachel knew her daughter Taylor had caught her Richard masturbating on two occasions, once in his home office and once in Taylor's bedroom. She also knew that both times, Taylor had toyed with Richard and insisted he continue jerking off in front of her. While Rachel was briefly upset after hearing about the first incident, she quickly found herself aroused and had hopes that things would go further between her husband and their daughter. After hearing about the second time Taylor had caught Richard in the act, Rachel wanted to better understand what her daughter was up to.

Mother and daughter sat across from one another in a secluded booth at the back of their favorite coffee shop. Rachel had asked Taylor if she wanted to stop off for a dring before they headed to the mall for a few hours of shopping. Taylor readily agreed. After a few minutes of small talk, Rachel turned the subject to father and daughter.

"So, Young Lady," Rachel began, "What exactly are you up to with your father?"

Taylor replied coyly, "Up to? What are you talking about, Mom?"

"Taylor," Rachel continued, "I know what happened, twice. Now what's going on?"

Changing her tactics, Taylor said, "Mom! You know what I caught him doing, right? I was just really pissed off. Not only did I come home and find him looking at porn and doing it in his office, I caught him jerking off in my room!" Taylor feigned indignation.

"Sweetie, we both know those things are true," Rachel replied. "And, we both know there's more to the story than that, don't we? I know you, Little Missy. You're up to something."

"Mother," said Taylor, feigning mild surprise this time, "I have no idea what you mean!"

"Cut the bullshit, Taylor," Rachel said. "I know you caught your dad playing with himself. I also know that not only did you catch him, you made him continue what he was doing, while you watched. That's not exactly what I would expect a shocked and grossed out girl to do. It's not what I would expect from any kid who caught a parent playing with themselves. You're up to something. Now what's going on?"

"I don't know, Mom," Taylor said, dropping her pretenses. "The first time I really was kind of surprised, and kind of pissed. I wasn't really mad. Just a little annoyed. It seemed kind of childish. The second time I really was pissed, because he was doing it in my room and because he had tried to get into my computer."

"Wait a minute," Rachel said. "What do you mean you were 'kind of surprised'? What does that mean?"

Well," Taylor replied, "It's not the first time I saw Daddy jerking himself off." Rachel gave a look that indicated she was waiting for more details. "Do you remember when Daddy used to watch Hannah Montana with me all the time?" Rachel nodded. "Well, that was a couple of years ago. I used to sit on his lap and watch with him. He loved the show, more than I did, I think. Anyway, I started noticing something hard under my lap when we were watching. Once Daddy realized I noticed, he would push me off and make some excuse about me getting too big to be on his lap. I kind of knew he was getting hard, but I didn't really understand it."

"Yes, I sort of knew about that," Rachel said. "Your father told me he was embarrassed about getting erect with you on his lap. But what does that have to do with seeing him masturbate?"

"I came downstairs one night to get a drink from the fridge," Taylor replied. "And I noticed the TV in the family room was on. I saw Daddy through the door and he was watching Hannah. I went in quietly thinking I would scare him. As I got closer, I saw that his pajamas were down and his, cock, was out and he was stroking it." Rachel looked interested, not shocked, and again waited for more. "I couldn't believe it, Mom. It was so weird. I pretty much understood what he was doing, but I couldn't totally get why he was playing with his dick while he watched Hannah Montana. And he was really into it, too. I watched for a while. I couldn't stop. It was really interesting, actually."

"Did you see him, um, finish?" Rachel asked.

"Yes," Taylor said. "He was talking too. Saying things like, 'Yes, Baby. That's it, Hannah. Oh, you're so beautiful. Fuck your Daddy, Honey. Fuck me Hannah." Now Rachel did look a bit surprised. "Then he came. He squirted all over himself. I had never seen anything like it, Mom. I mean, I knew about penises and vaginas and sperm and everything. But I had no idea what it looked like and I sure didn't think I would see my dad doing that."

"How come you never said anything?" Rachel said.

"I don't know, Mom," Taylor replied. "I was kind of embarrassed. I didn't want to get Dad in trouble. But I was also really, really interested. I thought about so much after that. I wished I could see it again, really. But I never caught him. Until a couple of weeks ago, that is."

"So you haven't seen anything like that since then?" Rachel inquired.

"Um," Rachel said, once again acting coy. "Not exactly, Mom. Not again with Daddy until recently, anyway" Rachel looked surprised again. "After that, I wanted to see it so much again, and I didn't see Daddy doing it, so I talked some guys at school into letting me watch them do it."

"Taylor!" Rachel was genuinely surprised. "You're kidding me. You convinced boys to jerk off for you?"

"Yea, Mom." Taylor said. "I had no idea it would be so easy. It seemed like guys were really into it. It wasn't hard to get them to do it at all."

"How many boys did you get to masturbate for you?" Rachel asked, still trying to get her mind around what her daughter had just told her.

"A lot, I guess," Taylor replied. "Maybe forty."

"Forty!" Rachel tried to keep her voice down. "You saw 40 boys jerk off? Taylor! I can't believe you."

"They weren't exactly all boys, Mom," Taylor said. "There were like 5 teachers too. And it's not all guys either." Rachel was now genuinely shocked at what she was hearing from her daughter.

"I thought you were probably getting some experience," Rachel said after a pause. "I didn't really talk to you about sex because I figured if you had questions, you would come to me..." Another pause. "What may I ask were you doing while you watched all these people play with themselves, Young Lady?"

"For a long time I just watched," Taylor said. "I would go home and play with myself after, to see what that was like. Then about a year ago, I decided to do it while one of the guys was doing it. He really liked that. So now I usually do it along with them. And of course, we do some other things, too." Rachel shook her head in disbelief. "Are you upset, Mom?"

"Not at all, Honey," Rachel replied. "I'm just trying to let all this sink in. As long as you were doing all this because you wanted to, then it's totally up to you what you do. And I certainly understand being sexually curious at your age."

"Yes, it was totally what I wanted to do, Mom. No one made me do anything at all. It was kind of the other way around, actually. But what do you mean about understanding being curious at my age, Mom?" Taylor said.

"Well, let's just say that Mommy had an early start too and we'll leave that story for another time," Rachel said with a grin. "So, that means you've been having actual sex, I assume?"

"Duh! Of course!" Taylor said with a smile.

"How many times and how many different guys?" her mother said in reply.

"Oh, let's see," Taylor began, "I've probably actually done it with 6 guys and maybe, 30 times?" Rachel stared, shaking her head again. "Well, Mom! You asked!"

"I know," Rachel said. "I'm just not sure I was ready for that answer."

"It's no big deal, Mom. I can't help it. I love to fuck around," she said sheepishly with a large grin.

"Apparently you do," Rachel replied. "And you've been with girls too?"

"Totally," Taylor said, then thought for a moment. "Have you? Been with girls I mean?"

"Yes I have, Sweetie. More than a few times," Rachel said with a smile. "But we can talk more about that later. Tell me what you have in mind with your father."