I went camping with my dad. We shared a tent and saw each other naked every day. In fact we swam and sunbathed in the nude quite naturally although daddy was a little shy about me seeing him completely naked at first. I already knew that he masturbated and when I saw him sneaking off sometimes in the evening, saying he wanted to smoke, I knew he was really going for a wank. One evening, I just said to him : « You don't have to go and hide to masturbate, you know. I don't mind you doing it here. » He face went so red, I thought I'd gone too far . « I'm sorry, daddy, » I said, « I didn't mean to embarrass you. But I really don't mind. » We were both wearing shorts and t-shirts at the time, I should add. « Darling, what am I supposed to say to that, » he stuttered. « Well, » I said, « since you're not denying anything, you could just drop your pants. » I undid his trousers at the waist and pulled them down and he was so surprised he didn't even try to stop me. He wasn't wearing underpants. He wanted to cover his little cock with his hand but I wouldn't let him. « T-shirt too, » I commanded. Now, I had my dad naked in front of me. I took him in my hand and kissed him lightly on the lips. « Your masturbation is nothing to be ashamed about it, » I said. « You should be proud of it and flaunt it. And in any case, I always knew you did it. » I beckoned and he followed me obediently into the tent and we lay on our air mattresses. While he played with himself in front of me, nervously at first but with growing confidence, I told him that I had seen him the first time when I was still quite little. I'd got up for a drink of water at night and saw him through his half open bedroom door. « Even at that age, I knew instinctively that what you were doing were masturbating, » I said. « I saw you other times as well because I deliberately spied on you. I thought wanking was beautiful. In fact, it was one of the reasons I wanted to come on this trip. I hoped something like this would happen. » Dad was masturbating hard now and cummed with a shameless grunt into the tissue I was holding under his cock. I kissed him again, harder and longer this time. « My naughty, masturbating, wanker daddy, » I whispered and began to pull my own shorts off.