My name is Burt Carlson and I am now 44.

Sex has always been very important for me and I have decided to write about my sex experiences until today. When reading this story, the reader might be inclined to think that sex was and still is the only interest of my life. That is not the case, however, I have a job, I like music and sports, etc. etc. but here I will be writing mainly about my sex life and subjects related to it.

For those who read this and do not know me, let me first tell a little more about myself and my family. I married when I was 24 to a girl called Bea, then 21. We are both healthy and of the same type, Nordic, blond and blue eyes. I measure a sturdy 6 ft and Bea is a 5 ft 5 beauty with a nice open face, a bit chubby, with beautifully developed, but not really big, firm breasts. We have two children, Danny, born the year after our marriage, and Cori, who arrived 3 years later. Looking at them you could think they are just small reproductions of their parents. We do not want more children, I have had a vasectomy for that, superfluous it would seem, as Bea cannot have more.

- Chapter 1 - Masturbating the children

I am starting my story by recounting my first sex experience that clearly showed that I wanted to free myself of the weight of public opinion and taboos in matters of sex.

Bea and I have always loved each other very much and we have always had a good sex life, but even though making love with Bea was very nice and exciting, it left me wishing for more, for something else. When we married, Bea was the first and only girl with whom I had ever had sex and it would have been better if I had 'known' other girls before marrying her. Anyway, when Cori was a baby, I profited from every occasion that presented itself to inspect her pussy, showing itself so nicely between her pudgy little legs when they were raised high when her diaper was changed, just as they would many years later when she wanted to be fucked. I marveled at how beautiful her small cunt already was, with its smooth little, and nevertheless relatively large and thick, labia which, when pulled apart, showed a nice little hole, fuck hole to be, and a perfect little clit waiting to be licked. And, in fact, when I once cautiously pushed my tongue a little way into her love hole and then licked her slit and finally her clit, after cautiously pushing up its hood, I definitely got the impression that little Cori became somewhat excited. Of course I realized very well that nearly everybody would call what I did DIRTY and BAD and DEPRAVED. It is not for that reason that I never repeated licking Cori baby's cunt, however, I always have had very little esteem for public opinion, although one must always take it into account of course, but I thought it unwise to continue doing something with her that must forcibly stay hidden from the rest of the world. And I certainly did not want to harm her.

So, while I continued to be attracted by Cori's little cunt, I restricted myself while she was growing up to very often take her on my knees, and then hug and kiss her and playfully tap her nice fat little buttocks, just like so many fathers do.

All this changed after one night, Cori was just five years old, when I dropped into her room some time after her mother had tucked her in for going to sleep, leaving on a small light as usual. When I opened the door I found her lying on her back in her bed, her face with an expression of high concentration, and making rapid movements with a hand under the bed sheet. I just stayed looking at Cori masturbating and to my great surprise she after a few minutes began to pant and finally gave a little high pitched cry, stopping her masturbation but continuing to pant: Our five-year-old daughter had had an orgasm! When she then opened her eyes and saw me in the open door she stretched out her arms to me, to be hugged. Obviously she did not think her masturbation to be an activity to be ashamed of or to be done secretly and when I then asked her "Was it nice ?" she simply replied "Hmm yes!". When I then asked her how often and since when she did it, she told me that she did it nearly every night a bit, but often fell asleep before it got really very nice, as this time; she had been doing this as long as she remembered.

I then warned her that she should masturbate - she called it 'diddle my button' - only when alone or eventually in the presence of members of the family. Neither should she ever talk about it with anybody outside. When she then asked if she should in fact not be doing it, I put her mind at rest, telling her that we accepted certain things that many people outside, for no good reasons in fact, did not. I profited from this occasion to tell her that the official name of her 'button' was clitoris and that we called it 'clit' and diddling it to 'masturbate' or 'frig', so she would understand these words when others would use them.

When I told Bea about all this, I was very much surprised when she said she knew about Cori's masturbation but had not thought it sufficiently important to talk about: all children begin to masturbate earlier or later, girls often much earlier then boys, Cori obviously being a very early starter.

And this was not the only surprise Bea had in store for me! She told me also that when Cori was much younger and was crying for some reason she, Bea, had often masturbated Cori herself a bit to calm her down, with very satisfying results. She told me that she gotten the idea from doing the same with Danny, when he was still a baby. Giving him a little hard-on when he was a baby often was a way to rapidly calm him down; Bea thought that in fact very many mothers did this.

When Bea realized that I had found it very exciting to see Cori masturbate, she encouraged me to do it for her now and then, Cori who would certainly like that very much. Bea remembered from her own youth how nice she had always found it when her father did it for her! He had found her masturbating when she was six years old and had since then often done it for her, without asking for any favors in return for that matter........(cont)