One of the great things about living in my house with my family (only one, mind you, because there are many) is that you never have to sneak off and hide to masturbate. Another of the great things is that you don't have to masturbate that often anyway, given the circumstances, especially if you are some people. For instance, I don't think my dad ever jacks off, except maybe a bit as a warm-up. After all, sometimes you don't have hours to kill.
Yes, I guess it would seem like no one in my family would ever need to masturbate at all, what with hot and cold running sex in the house. But sometimes no one's around, or everyone's busy. And now, of course, there are fewer people in the house. If I could convince my mother to go bi, it would probably mean I wouldn't have to diddle myself as often, but as it is, I'm lucky to get once a day with the old man. Love ya Daddy.
But no, there's no particular stigma in our house to masturbation, which means we can do it anywhere, at any time. My parents have had a decent collection of porn since I was born, at least, and we keep that in their room, free for the taking. Before I was old enough to fuck, for instance, my parents would sometimes let me sit in their room and watch porn and play with myself, just for release. I think they were a little worried that I might end up doing like Sheri did. It wasn't the same at all; I would have gladly given up masturbation if I could have had a cock inside me. Sex and jacking off are two different forms of pleasure.
My brother masturbated frequently too, before he was old enough. In fact, I think it's possible that one of the ways that my parents knew he was ready was when he started actually ejaculating. It wasn't like they were keeping an eye on it, but once it started, it probably was a check on a list somewhere.
Since we were always naked around the house, any time the fancy struck, we could play with ourselves. I know that Mike and I both would watch movies and play with ourselves at parts. Obviously, after we both were old enough, masturbation lost some of its thrill because we could just get hot and bothered over a movie and fuck. But still, it wasn't uncommon, throughout my childhood and even past it, to walk into a room and find someone plucking the chicken, so to speak.
If it was Mike and I had some time, I'd probably go and join in. The same goes if he walked in on me. After all, sex is better than masturbation. But sometimes you're in a hurry, and you just walk in and there's Mike or Sheri or Mari, sitting at the table, nonchalantly feeling themselves up a bit.
And again, as I've said, it also wasn't uncommon during a certain period for Mike to jack off alone in his room and then come find me to finish him off. It saved on cum rags, for one thing. He wasn't always able to do that, so sometimes Mom would scold him for leaving his cleanup lying somewhere. I mean, you've got to be neat about it, right?
Me, I masturbate a lot. After all, I'm a sexaholic, pretty much, and if I don't get enough, I get needy. I'm stroking myself a little bit right now, waiting for Dad to get up so he can give it to me good and proper. I think I'm going to get a dildo or a vibe and stick it up there to give myself a good cum, wake me up a little, before Dad gets up.
Anyway, since I never had to hide my sexuality around my family, I didn't get some jokes that my friends made, and I might have said things which were a bit odd. As far as I know, no one ever picked up on the fact that I didn't know about having to sneak into the bathroom to jack off (not that girls really have to, but guys seem to find that the way to go). And I let some of my friends, when I was quite young, watch me touching myself. But that was kids stuff; all people go through an age of sexual exploration and being naked with friends and showing off their privates. At least, I think all people do. It's not just me.
And I'll confess, when I was a babysitter in my younger days, I would masturbate in other people's houses quite openly. Once I nearly was caught by the parents coming home. Fortunately I knew better then, and the first one through the door was the father, and he wanted in my skirt anyway so him seeing hints that I might have been jerking off was just fuel to the fire. I was actually caught by a kid I was babysitting, but he was too young to know anything about it, and I told him I was just scratching an itch. He saw my cunt, though. Probably warped him for life. Either that, or he became more liberated. I haven't seen him in years and years, so I don't know.
Anyway, that's why masturbation should just be out in the open. It's natural, it's fun, and it's a great method of birth control. Only kidding on the last one. And I think sex should be out in the open too. Imagine if you could just walk down the street and walk past people making love wherever the mood took them. Imagine if you could ask to join in. Now that's a sexy fantasy. There could be restaurants, coffee houses, and sex parlors, for when you wanted to go out on the town and have a good time in any way. I'm not talking about prostitution, I'm talking about taking your date to the sexeterium, getting a nice cushioned booth, and having the waiter bring you various exciting toys and snacks while you fucked.
Or a singles sex bar, where you could go and instead of being tawdry and bringing a stranger home with you (which is, after all, the aim of most people in a singles bar) you could just find someone nice, get a bed, and have sex right there. And you could somehow signal whether you were looking for additional partners. And if you wanted, you could just sit for a while and watch other people screw, and play with yourself a little. Out in the open.
And not to mention beaches, where instead of having to hide behind towels, you could just bring your date and make love on the beach with hundreds of other people, some of whom would be watching, some of whom would also be fucking. And if you wanted to join, you could ask politely. Or you could swap partners. Or any manner of things.
God, the idea is making me so jealous of the alternate reality where this is all true. Where humans admit that, when it comes to sex, we're still animals just like all the others. Do animals hide their sexuality? Well, probably some of them, but you can definitely go to the zoo and see monkeys mating. So why can't you walk down the street and see people mating next to dogs (who do it in the street too, you know)?
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