Rebellion

From as far back as I can remember, my dad would grumble about how people were sheep and they should think for themselves, and he'd repeatedly tell me, 'Ho what's really right, not what you are told is right.' My mom would agree. Then, sometimes she'd grumble about people 'being stupid sheep' and he'd agree. On many occasions, my parents would do things which would be considered rebellious. They went way beyond Harper Valley PTA. Oddly, people in our little town, not too different from Stars Hallow, seemed to respect my rebellious parents, considered them good friends and advisors. Bottom line, I was brought up to think for myself. About the time I became old enough to masturbate, my parents told me on several occasions that despite what I might hear about masturbation, it was a very good thing, and that I should indulge as often as I wished. Weird, eh? The very day I turned 18, they took me to a nude beach. It wasn't the first time they had taken me to a nude beach, but it was a different beach this time, some sort of private club. Because of the wey I was brought up, including the common nudity at home, I was not particularly turned on by naked people. After all, I had seen my brothers and sister, and my parents without clothes on numerous occasions. I had even seen erections in the family, and they had all seen me erect upon occasion. The one thing that surprises me about my parents is that I had never seen them masturbate. Come to think of it, I had never seen my two brothers or my sister masturbate. I guess rebellion can only go so far. Maybe my parents were afraid of 'secrets' getting out or something, so they didn't encourage masturbating in front of each other. But there on the new beach, on my 18th birthday, things took a huge turn. I was immediately shocked to see several people in various states of sexual congress. I was seeing blowjobs, handjobs, and out and out intercourse right there on blankets in the sand, and especially under some shade trees at the edge. My parents didn't have to explain anything. I got it. Boy, did I get it, when, after surveying the beach to the north, I turned back around when I heard a strange little grunt from my dad. There was my mom on her knees, giving him a blowjob! Perhaps I shouldn't have been, but I was a bit freaked out. I started walking north and passed some couples and the odd threesome doing things. Oh, and there were several people doing nothing, too, or drinking a beer while looking out at the water, or looking for agates, that sort of thing. "Are you Jerome?" I practically jumped out of my skin, then turned around to see the girl standing right next to me. "Well, yes, I am," I answered hesitantly. "Ah, your parents said you might be here today. Happy birthday!" Woah, what was going on? Let me know if you want to hear the rest...