It had been a time of upheaval, which is never easy for anybody, although I thought as a family we had made a pretty good job of it.
I worked in sales for a large farm machinery group. My area was very rural and prime farming country which made the job far easier for me than for some of my colleagues. We lived in a pleasant little cottage in a small village - myself, my wife Tess and our daughter Sophie. Tess didn't work but tended the cottage well - it was always immaculately clean and tidy - but her pride and joy was the garden, with beautiful flower beds encircling the lawn. Sophie had just turned eighteen and having finished secondary school was now looking for the next stage in her life.
At some point my work ethic had impressed someone high up, because out of the blue came the offer of a promotion - the chance to become area sales manager - reporting only to the Head of Sales at Director level. This was a huge opportunity for me but it meant moving home, relocating to the town of Tenterham nearly two hours drive away. It was a decent sized market town, population around 100,000 folks, but clearly very different to the village we were currently in.
We talked it through as a family. Tess was delighted for me and thought that I should take the opportunity. Sophie was looking to continue her studies at college - she wanted to do Fashion Design and Textiles or something like that. Meant nothing to me, I did figures, balance sheets, cash flow, that kind of stuff. Tess saw that Tenterham had a well respected college and even saw that it did a course that Sophie could have been interested in. It got the nod of approval so everyone seemed happy with the move - all systems go.
We found a house to suit, it wasn't big, two bedrooms plus a box room for my office, but it was pleasantly sited on a quiet road, with a south facing garden for Tess to tend. The town centre was walkable but the bus links were also good so it was easy to get around daytime or evening.
Tess and I fell into a bit of a routine. Monday to Friday was business, Saturday was chores, DIY or shopping, and Sunday was largely a day of leisure. It usuallly started out with the pair of us cuddled up in bed for a while - there was no rush to get up. We weren't directly overlooked so on nice days we opened the curtains and let the sun stream in. Quite often we would end up frisky and getting it on - sometimes plain vanilla sex but occasionally spicing things up with a bit of kink. Unless it was really cold we would fling the covers back and admire each other whilst playing.
That particular Sunday started no differently. The curtains were open, the day had dawned bright and clear with sunlight and warmth. Tess had delved down under the covers to see what she could find and woken somebody up with a bit of gentle prodding. In return I pulled the covers back to reveal her naked body. We always slept naked together - there's nothing nicer than to feel bare flesh pressed close to you through the night. I liked what I saw - modest sized breasts with nipples that were already stood to attention, a trim waist, long slender legs and a shaved pussy. It really was a glorious sight and I often wondered how I had done so well. She was charming, witty, head-over-heels in love with me and so totally and utterly fuckable. I was still admiring her when she leant across me and her tongue darted around my nipples, each one getting similar attention, no favourites here. My cock readily stood to attention and I was thrilled when her tongue moved down my body, leaving a damp trail behind, and started flicking around the very tip of my cock. This was a good start to the day and I was thoroughly lost in the moment.
My reverie was interrupted by a sneezing fit close by, very close.Tess jumped off me and snapped her legs together while I instinctively brought the covers up over us. The bedroom door was open which wasn't unusual but I was sure I saw a fleeting shadow retreating behind it. Unlikely to be an intruder at breakfast-time on a Sunday morning so the only other option was...
"Sophie, is that you?" Tess called out. "Do you need something?"
The shadow slowly re-entered the room, head down, looking decidedly sheepish.
"Err, yeah, hi Mum, Sorry!" Sophie said quickly.
"What's the problem, love? What's wrong?"
Sophie shuffled from foot to foot, clearly uncertain how to proceed.
"No, there's no problem, I'm fine. I was just, well, umm, watching you. Sorry."
Tess would never get cross over something like that, she just said "Why were you doing that?"
Sophie was looking round the room, desperate for help or inspiration, or something. She was clearly distressed and struggling.
"Well I know you guys do, you know, do stuff on Sunday mornings and..."
"You know that?" I interjected.
"Well, yes Dad, the house is fairly small and sound kinda travels"
I suppose it was naive of me to assume we were always too quiet for her to hear.
"Go on..." I said.
Then suddenly it all flooded out.
"Well I was talking to a couple of my friends here and they say to me 'Do you spit or swallow?' and I'm, like, 'What?' and they say 'When you're sucking off your guy' and I don't really understand so I just say 'It depends' and they're, like, 'Yeah, right' and back home the girls don't talk about this stuff, and here they do, and I don't know anything and I feel stupid so I tried to watch you and maybe learn some stuff."
Her shoulders slumped with the effort of getting all that out.
Tess reached out for her. "It's OK honey, come here and have a cuddle." Sophie trudged across to the bed and settled in against her. Tess continued, "Finding out things about boys, and sex, and everything else is all part of the journey. You're never supposed to know everything!"
Sophie looked up at her. "I know, Mum, but I don't know anything! That's maybe OK for fourteen year olds and stuff, but I'm eighteen and I should know things, and I don't, and I'm embarrassed. And there's this boy I'm kinda friends with, and he's cute, and maybe we might, well, you know, but I don't want him to think I'm a total loser."
To be honest it all made perfect sense. Our former village was a really small community and things were different. Here it was all 'big town' vibe and it did seem totally plausible that the kids, the attitudes, the knowledge, everything, was rather more in-your-face.
I didn't want to just fob her off and throw her to the wolves, so to speak. I wanted to help. I suppose the most sensible thing would have been to go and find some internet porn and say 'Buzz off and watch that', but Sophie appeared genuinely upset and fragile so I thought the personal touch would go down better.
I said "You already saw us naked on the bed, didn't you?" and Sophie silently nodded.
I looked across at Tess and I was sure she was thinking the same as me. I raised an eyebrow as a question and after a brief pause got a small nod back.
"OK," I said to Sophie "you've already seen us anyway so you may as well watch and learn. Scoot round this side of the bed."
Her eyes went from downbeat to delighted in milliseconds. "Oh, thanks Dad, thanks for understanding." She hopped down to the floor, whizzed round the bottom of the bed then knelt on the floor on my side, elbows perched on the bed, eager to learn.
I threw the covers all the way down and lay there, stark naked in front of my wife and daughter. I turned to Tess and said "Well, we're all-in now, would you like to demonstrate?"
Tess, of course, was also naked but she kept herself modestly tucked in. She leaned across and stroked my cock.
"This is your father's penis. It's about average size - it's small now but when you play with it, it gets bigger."
Funnily enough it was getting bigger rather quickly.
Tess continued. "The main length is called the shaft and the bulbous bit at the top is called the glans or the head. Right now the head is covered by skin, called foreskin, but watch!" She gently held the tip by thumb and finger and started to slide the skin back, slowly uncovering the head. The cool morning air felt wonderful over my exposed glans and my cock stiffened to its full length - not huge, but plenty to play with. "There you go, it's now fully erect."
"And that's so I can put it inside!" piped up Sophie.
"No!" I exclaimed, a little too loudly. "I mean, not you, as such, I mean generally yes, well, your Mother specifically."
"What your father is trying to say, is that yes, when the penis is erect it can be inserted into a woman's vagina and that could lead to pregnancy, and that's what we want you to avoid, at least for now. Anyway, look. You can see the glans, or head of his cock is exposed - that can be really sensitive - some guys like it played with but not all. See, the foreskin is bunched up at the bottom of the head but amazingly it can stretch further."
And with that Tess continued to pull the foreskin down my shaft until it was taut. The feeling was amazing and looking into my daughter's wide-open and fascinated eyes was almost too much.
"Some guys have their foreskin removed, called circumcision, and this would be how their cock looks all the time"
"Why would they do that?" asked Sophie.
"It normally done when they're a baby," responded Tess "for health reasons, but I think it's better if it's all left intact - it's easier to play with - watch!" She gripped more firmly and slid my foreskin up and down, up and down, keeping a gentle pressure on. The feelings were intensified knowing just how closely we were being watched - Sophie was only inches away from my cock while my wife masturbated me. "Can I have a go?" she said, very quietly.
"Depends on what your Dad thinks." Tess replied.
I was somewhat taken aback. I was surprised that Tess was so casual about it, maybe it was a girl thing. The pair of them were looking at me, Tess with a neutral expression, yet seemingly encouraging with her eyes, Sophie staring at me, imploring, pleading.
"Well, learning by theory is fairly tedious. The best way to learn is with a hands-on approach, so that's good by me!" I said.
Tess pulled away. "I'll leave you two to it then, I'll go and start breakfast." And with that she climbed out of bed, pulled on a dressing gown and indeed, left us to it.
I looked into my daughter's eyes - she was nervous but excited, keen to learn, keen to try.
"Well," I started, "you saw what your Mother was doing - now it's your turn."
