When I told mom that my new boyfriend Al was trying to get me to masturbate him. She laughed. « They all want that, » she said. « I masturbated your dad this morning. »

I was like totally stunned. I was helping with her with the breakfast dishes when she came out with it and I could see dad through the window going into the garage. In the first place, it had never crossed my mind that my parents indulged in masturbation. In the second, the fact that it had just happened maybe an hour ago or less while I was in the house was shocking. It's a stupid thing to say but I was shocked. My own mom and dad behaving like kids right in the next room.

I tried not to show it and mom who was bent over the sink didn't notice. « Do you do it for him a lot ? » I asked. « Whenever he asks me and sometimes when I want to, » she shrugged. « Sometimes he likes to masturbate in front of me and have me watch. »

I was still taking this in when dad came into the kitchen for some paper roll to wipe his hands. « I was telling Gina about our little cuddle this morning, » she told him. Dad laughed and kissed the back of her neck. To say that I saw my big, handsome dad in a new light would be an understatement. I had been told he was a masturbator and they were talking as if it were completely normal. At school, calling someone a wanker was regarded as a deadly insult.

I'm not a complete innocent. I play with myself in bed and sometimes after school while I'm doing my homework and I've wanked several boys. But I've always thought of masturbation as being a sort of secret thing that you don't talk about, especially with your parents.

Mom looked at me and told dad : « I think Gina is a little surprised at us. » Well, I was more than surprised when next thing she reached out and squeezed dad very demonstratively between the legs. He brushed her hand away and said « later sweetheart » but he was laughing while he said it.

Dad went off, still grinning and mum pulled me to her for a hug and patted my bottom. I felt her breasts pressed pleasantly against my own. « Let me give you a bit of advice, sweetie, » she whispered. « Masturbate Al when he wants it. In fact, masturbate him whether he wants it or not. There's no better way to keep a man under control. »

She looked into my eyes like a conspirator. « And don't forget to tell me all about it so that I'll know everything when I meet him, » she added.