Growing up my mom lived with her common law husband, he was divorced and lot older than her, but he supported us and that was our home. I slept with them almost every night and they had sex with me in bed. Sometimes he would take mom's panties off and get on her and other times he wanted her completely naked and he would have oral sex with her she would have oral sex with him before they consummated sex.

When I slept I cuddled into his arms and I knew an erection from the time I was very young.

We all dressed or undressed and showered together. Mostly he dressed me and combed my hair and got me ready for school. Mom would fix breakfast and help me get my school work together, fix my lunch and he would drive me to school. I always got a kiss when he dropped me off and I called him Papa.

I was eleven, and that afternoon we were out by the pool and I got cold so I got out and stripped off my two piece bathing suit, wrapped myself in my towel and went and sat in Papa's lap. He rubbed me down and had me sit on his legs as he dried my hair and combed me. I got back in my towel and snuggled back down into his arms while mom went inside to prepare dinner. Papa got this erection which he poked up between my legs and I closed my legs tight around it. I could feel all sorts of feelings down there, and he kept his erection tight up against my lips. I was rocking back and forth when my mom came out and she asked me what I was doing.

I had to get off his erection, and I stood there naked and she threw the towel over his erection. She went in and got my clothes and told me to get dressed. He helped me get dressed, I noticed his erection had gone down, but his hands were warm and strong as he held me. He told me that I was getting old enough that my mom needed to take me to get a bra. He kissed me extra long on the mouth and he told me he loved me.

That night my mom had the talk with me. She told me that maybe it wasn't a good idea for me to sleep with them anymore and that I needed to pay attention, because we didn't want anything to happen. I was a young woman now and Papa was a man and I wasn't his daughter and accidents happened. I think the conversation for my mom was a hundred times more difficult than it was for me. Recognizing that I got Papa aroused for me was a milestone event in my life. Mom gave Papa lots of sex after that. She wanted him worn out. If she caught him looking at me, she would go sit on his lap and tell him that he had a woman.

It took several years for Papa to sort of get over me, but for mom it was forever. Although I stopped sleeping with them at night, I never quit getting in Papa's arms to watch television, or just to take a nap. I also didn't stop sunbathing naked in front of him, anymore than mom did. If she saw him getting an erection she would either slap him down, by hitting his erection with her hand, or she would give herself to him.

When I came into my own and I had my first boyfriend, I got the talk again and I was put on birth control. Papa never liked any guy that came over or I went out with. He doesn't much care for my husband who he says is a good for nothing, even though he is a manager for a large company. He just doesn't want anyone to touch me, he says he spent all his love and money and energy raising me. He didn't do it so some good for nothing could fuck me.