Dad Knew I Masturbated in Church

I have posted before about how I enjoy masturbating in church and started when I was about 13 years old. I also found out at about that time that dad knew I was doing it. I suppose that is no surprise since I was sitting right next to him. As I described previously, I masturbated in church by rubbing through my dress pants or reaching my hand into my pants pocket. I would usually end up ejaculating into my underwear by the end of the church service. It felt so good, and something about doing it in a public place with people around, which was risky, particularly in a place like church where I was not supposed to do that, got me so excited. One day after church, my dad talked to me in the car (it was just the two of us that day). He told me he knew I had been masturbating in church. I was really scared, as I thought I was now in big trouble. I had been really careful, but I guess it was obvious to my dad sitting right next to me that I was playing with myself in church. Instead of yelling at me, though, he asked me why I had been doing it. I told him it felt good and something about it got me excited. He asked why I didn't masturbate in my bedroom. I told him I did, but that doing it in church was more exciting and made me cum more. He asked if I was cumming in my pants in church, and I told him I was. Surprisingly, rather than getting mad at me, dad had a talk with me about sex and masturbation. I won't go through the whole talk here, but basically it turned out that his dad, my grandfather, had been really strict with him. He wanted to be more open with me than his dad had been with him. He told me he was not mad at me for masturbating at church, but was concerned and did not want me to get caught or get in trouble. We talked about it, and I think he realized I was not going to stop doing it, so we came to a sort of agreement. He told me to be careful and not be obvious, and never take my penis out of my pants in church. He said I could only do it if I would not get caught, and it if it was too risky and he told me to stop, I would. I couldn't believe that instead of getting in trouble, my dad was essentially giving me permission to do it! After that talk I masturbated most Sundays in church, always sitting next to dad. He would actually sit so he could help block me from the view of others. In addition to being excited by masturbating in church, I felt good knowing dad knew I was doing it. After that I felt I could be more open about masturbation with my dad.