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Our Conversation
by Flinders (no address provided)
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A morning conversation alerts mother to a son's dilemma.
Later discussion with husband alerts her to much more
enlightenment. Her curiosity wins out with a
satisfactory conclusion totally foreign to the mother's
understanding about her family. (Fb, ped, preteen, inc,
1st, rom)
***
Why Not?
I don’t normally keep a diary. Yet these recent
conversations have made me attempt to write down as much
of its content as I could because my world was changing
so fast. My writing ability is not stellar but perhaps
passable.
I am a wife and mother of three kids, one daughter
seventeen and two sons one sixteen and the other twelve
just going on thirteen. We're a comfortable family of
five with all the things we need and most things we
want. We're just your normal family, happy with our lot
and looking forward to the future. Our only present
concern is our aging dog that is residing with the vet
over these summer holidays due to some aging problems.
The 2014 holiday period is over and everyone is ready to
return to work, school and other ongoing activities.
Father is back at work, elder kids are back at high
school and I, a junior-high teacher along with my twelve
year-old, are home until our schools open for the autumn
term in a few days.
After breakfast I decided to return to bed before
tackling washing, pack up the house and other assorted
tasks as time permitted. I started to get back into a
novel I had started hoping to finish it before it gets
put away. I left the younger son Ben to sort out his day
without my assistance. After about an hour there was a
soft knock on the door. I said to come in and saw my son
standing in the doorway. “Mom I’m ready, see?”
This intrusion into my space was common behaviour with
these interruptions but today was different. Ben was
standing inside the doorway stark naked. This too isn’t
that uncommon and was learned from his siblings walking
about the house bare-assed or semi-dressed. What stood
out this time was that Ben had a full erection. Oh my, I
think that was a pun. Additionally, he was slowly and
sensually stoking it at the same time.
I was aware of sexual awakening having happened with his
siblings years back. But now thinking about it I should
have expected it at Ben’s age yet I was not ready.
Trying to stay balanced I asked, “Well what is it?” Then
I finally recognised the question. “Look Mom I’m ready!”
was Ben’s repeated reply. Yet, I was not clear about his
statement’s actual intent. I still was intrigued with
his erection but had not yet connected it to his
statement. “Ready for what?” I asked.
“I’m ready to try, you know, to put it inside a girl,
see? I am sure it will fit?” The light went on. My son
was expressing himself yet I was not sure from where
this expression originated.
Ben approached the bed to proudly showing me his
erection asking me whether I thought it was big enough
to put it in. “Put it in what?” I asked still not sure
of his full intent.
“Inside you Mom. See, it’s big enough to fit it inside
you, don't you think?”
“Inside me?!” I blurted.
“Yah,” was his quick reply.
Clearly it was big enough, being straight and poking
upward at least six to six-haft inches long – a not too
much smaller than his father. What was more concerning,
other than the obvious appropriateness of his penis’s
size was the inappropriateness of my son assuming that
his erection should be put inside me.
“Ben, sons are not supposed to put their penis inside
their mothers. Don’t you know that?”
Ben looked at me perplexed. Then he asked the more
perplexing question. I have experienced many as a junior
high teacher who deals with young pre-pubescent
children. “Mom, if I can't put it inside you, who can I
put it inside? I don’t like Mrs. Mitchell, she so mean
and ugly.”
“Ben, just because you can get hard and big enough does
not mean that you must put it inside someone right now,”
I said.
His immediate come back was, “Why not?”
I was taken back with his logic. Yet, if he was so well
informed about his physiology why was he so ignorant
with his psychology issues?
My mind now awake was spinning, where do I start?
“Ben, it is not right for a son to put his penis inside
his mother however nice and big it might be. Besides it
is against the law. Lastly, I might not want you to put
it inside me. Did you think about that?” I said.
Ben was taken back again replying with another profound
answer. “Yah, I know Mom, it is called incest. It is
when people in the same family have sex together. But it
is not rape because I am asking permission. If you give
me permission it is called consensual incest and it is a
private thing and not an issue for non-family members,
no one knows, so it’s okay, right?”
This repartee was not making sense. Ben continued to
masturbate during this whole five-minute discussion. I
found myself being both concerned and intrigued at the
same time.
“Ben, incest consensual or not is considered wrong. I
am pleased that you have a very handsome penis and I am
sure that when you grow up that some girl will be very
happy to have you put it inside her to make her feel
good. But it is not going to happen now or between us.
Is that clear!”
“Yah, but I still think I am ready.”
Closing the discussion, I said, “Now go back your room
and get dressed and pack away all the mess you made
yesterday – quick, hop to it!”
“Mom, it’s not fair, I’m really ready - see.”
“Ben, get going and close the door as you go.”
After the immediate shock passed I was able to take a
breath. I tried to understand what the last episode was
about. Two things did not add up. His brother was post
puberty whilst his sister was yet to express having
severe period cramps, at least that was my
understanding.
I knew that at this stage in a kid’s development were
variable and conditioned by a whole host of causes, yet
it was clear from the proficiency of Ben’s masturbation
that this was not the first time he’d produced an
erection.
His masturbation was steady, deliberate and controlled,
in other words he was practiced. I was not clear about
his sister or brother’s input into his motivation. I was
also assured that his sister was not involved because
why other then was he approaching me and not her? I knew
she was practised. He could have propositioned her
first.
I realised that I did not have enough information to
sort out these questions so decided to get up and start
the day and maybe later on these answers would come to
me.
By the time I had made it to the kitchen it was clear
that Ben had moved on. He was dressed and toasting
bread. He had the peanut butter and jam out ready to
make a melted sandwich or two for breakfast. I poured
myself a cup coffee that I had made earlier and joined
him at the table asking about how he expected to use his
last few days.
He said that he told our neighbour that he would mow her
lawn and had got permission from his father to use the
family lawn mower. She paid him ten dollars and it gave
him extra pocket cash at school. It was something that
he had done before so I was assured that he was now
truly on to another topic. Yet I was still a bit
stunned with our earlier encounter.
The day passed with little change in routine. Ben was
gone most of the day and I was starting to get ready for
the coming school opening with some modified lesson
plans. Nevertheless, I was constantly thinking back
about the morning’s episode not knowing what I was
supposed to do.
That night after dinner was finished, dishes washed and
I was busy relaxing in front of the TV with Neal. I
decided to confide in him about the episode I had with
his son and see how I should proceed with Ben. I opened
with a general discussion about the kids, school and how
the children were growing up and changing both
emotionally and physically. Antipodal issues were
discussed about each child.
I was convinced that our dialog was genuine and focused
when I told him about the morning’s episode with the
inclusion that Ben was suggesting that he wanted to have
sexual intercourse with me. I feared a quick response of
indignation and some punitive course of action towards
Ben’s behaviour but was surprised instead with a
pregnant pause.
“Marilyn, I hope he didn’t push the issue, did he?”
“No, he was very polite and accepted my rejection
straight away. I know he was making an honest request to
me like - 'Hey Mom can you make a chocolate cake this
afternoon' – you now the type of request. I know it was
totally innocent.
"Neal, what puzzled me was his knowledge about sexual
intercourse, but his ignorance about the
inappropriateness of his request? He knew about incest
but he did not seem to have any sense of its amoral
nature,” I followed.
Another pause perhaps five minutes this time making me
think that he was not going to comment or was trying to
say something that was too difficult. I was about to ask
when he spoke, “Marilyn I don’t know how to say this but
Beverly had asked me to do the same thing about a year
ago. I was shocked but decided to not tell you because
I thought it might have upset you.”
“Yes, she was going through puberty but I was never
aware of any sexually overt behaviour in her. How did
you handle it? Was that the end of the issue?” “No she
kept pleading to me to let her see my erection and if I
was not going have sex with her could she please
masturbate me to make me ejaculate? She wanted to see my
sperm.”
This was far more shocking than this morning’s episode.
To find that your prim and proper daughter was trying to
seduce her father was unreal. It was difficult for me to
grasp. I never doubted Neal’
s statement’s veracity however. Neal was as straight as
could be. I thought, that maybe we had reared sexual
deviants for children? Neal let the last comment just
hang driving me to ask the inevitable next question,
“Well what happened?” Looking at me in a very
uncomfortable manner he said, “I let her masturbate me.”
The conversation fell off the cliff so to speak.
Shocked, I asked in a tongue and cheek fashion before I
realised it was wrong, “Well was she satisfied?” I
stupidly continued and I asked, “What did she think
about you sperm?”
With some shifting in his seat he nodded in a positive
jester. This lead on to a further question, “Well was
that the end of it or did you offer her more
experiences?”
“Marilyn, after making me ejaculate Beverly immediately
tasted my semen. She then begged me to allow her to suck
me off instead. I admit I let her suck me off. She
seemed to enjoy it so much that later I let her suck me
whenever she wanted afterwards.
"We eventually tried sucking each other, she called it
69. I thought that she was experimenting. It seemed gave
her very strong orgasms. She enjoys them a lot.”
“My! what a satisfying Dad Beverly has. Have you two
engaged in vaginal sex yet?”
“No we haven’t.” was his instant response.
“Is that all?” I prodded.
“Yes,” he assured me.
I sat stunned not quite knowing what to say or do. Only
12 hours before I would have described us a normal
family. Now I find out that my son wants to have sexual
intercourse with me and that my husband and daughter are
frequently having oral sex together. “Are our children
still virgins?” I asked.
“Not exactly. Beverly has seduced Donald or maybe it was
the other way around. Nevertheless, Beverly told me that
Donald tasted a lot like me and because he was bigger
and she liked to mate with him. She thinks Donald’s
penis is what makes her able to have stronger orgasms
than masturbation with me. She also told me that she
used your dildo regularly so her hymen was lost before
she and Donald had sex. But I expect that Ben is still
a virgin.”
That did it. I was unable to absorb any more. “Aren’t
you afraid about your children’s morals? What is the
likelihood of your son impregnating your daughter? Are
you crazy?” I scolded at him.
“Marilyn, the kids are very practical and logical like
you taught them to be. Beverly is using birth control
tablets and Donald will only have sex with her using a
condom. Since Beverly and Donald started having sex I
have not had any further sexual activities with Beverly.
That is several months now.”
“Do you miss it?” was my questions.
“Yes, but I know it is for the best,” he replied.
“Are there anymore parts to this revelation?”
“Nope that is all I know,” he replied.
We sat in the lounge room for another 30 minutes. It was
10:15 and I was emotionally wrung out and said I was off
to bed. Neal asked if he was still welcome. “It is too
late for remorse and I was too exhausted anyway yet
noticeably excited – of cause you are welcome in bed.”
After showering, brushing my teeth and other abolitions
I got into bed whilst Neal got ready. Nothing further
was said and surprisingly I slept through until the
alarm went off. The same previous morning’s routine was
repeated.
I must admit that I sent everyone off with a different
perspective than the day before. The situation must have
had some differences though because Beverly whispered in
my ear, “Is something wrong? Are you okay, Mom?” as she
gave me my motherly kiss.
Once the three were on their way I sat down with a fresh
cup of coffee to assess the changed world. While I was
pondering my new world a quiet murmur caught my
conscientiousness. “Mom, I am ready again, see."
I swung around to see Ben again naked and stoking his
very firm erection. This time it was shinny as he asked
if I had changed my mind because he really wanted to put
his “cock” inside me. “See I have put Vasoline on it to
make it more slippery so it will move inside you more
easily. Now I am sure it will feel just as good for you
as it will be for me. Please let me.”
In just a fraction of a second I felt his desire
effecting me. It caused an itch and an instant release
of a dollop of vaginal mucus exuding from vagina. I
swung around in my chair, released the tie on my robe
and opened it before standing up and dropping it to the
breezeway’s floor.
“Mom, please let me put my cock inside you, please," he
pleaded. Now with both mother and son naked I gestured
for him to approach. He was focusing on my crotch
finally saying, “Mom, can I put it in."
Once he looked up to see how I was responding to his
pleading, I said in less than a reserved voice, “Well,
why not. Yes you can put it in me.” I grasped his right
wrist away and grabbed his penis with my right hand
pulling him towards me.
Once he was between my thighs I placed the tip of his
penis snugly between my vaginal lips then with a deep
breath I pulled him closer to me. Once I was sure that
he was deep enough so he would not pop out of me I let
go of his penis and grabbed his hips with both hand and
pulled him firmly towards me. I felt my son’s penis move
smoothly inside his my vagina.
Once Ben’s stomach as pushing against mine I asked,
“Ben, I guess I was really ready too. What do you
think? Is it feeling as good as you thought?” “Yes,
better," as he lent forward placing his head to my
shoulder and moaned.
Seconds later he moaned.
I sensed that he was pumping his semen into me as his
body stiffened. At first it was a warm light seepage
but as the seconds passed I distinctly felt spurts
inside me. All that went thought my mind was the
sensation of enormous sense of pleasure that I was
receiving my son’s sperm. That followed by the near
panic with idea of a twelve-year old son impregnating
his thirty-eight year old mother.
I cannot believe how much I enjoyed those thoughts. One
of pure lust and emotion and the other of images of an
extended belly full of a family made offspring. The
future was going to be full of “why nots."
END