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Our Oh, Why Not
by flinders (no address provided)
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A Mother tries to understand, but in the end see's the
error of her way. (F/m-teen, inc, 1st)
***
I don't normally keep a diary. Yet these recent
conversations have made me attempt to write down as much
of their 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 who
is seventeen and two sons, one sixteen, and the other
thirteen. We are a comfortable family of five with all
the things we need and most things we want. We are a
non-descript family, happy with our lot and looking
forward to the future. Our only present concern is our
aging dog that is constantly 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 the office, the elder kids are back at
high school and I, a junior-high teacher along with the
twelve year-old, are at home until our schools open for
the autumn term in just 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 think I'm ready, see?"
This intrusion into my space was common behaviour with
these interruptions but today's incident was a bit
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 either 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. I need to record that.
Additionally, he was slowly and very sensually stoking
it at the same time.
I was aware of sexual awakening having happened to his
siblings years back. But now thinking about it I should
have expected it at Ben's age yet I had clearly missed
it. Trying to stay balanced I asked, "Well what is it?"
I still failed to recognised the question.
"Look Mom I'm really 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 think I'll fit?"
Bingo, 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 show me
his erection asking me whether I thought it was big
enough so he could put it in. "Put it in what?" I asked,
still not sure of his full intent.
"In you Mom, see, it's big enough to fit inside you? It
should fit right?"
"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 example than
his father's. What was more concerning, other than the
obvious appropriateness of his penis's size was his
inappropriate motivation. My son assumed that his
erection should be put inside me. Where did this idea
come from?
"Ben, sons aren't supposed to put their penis ins their
mothers. Don't you know that?"
Ben looked at me perplexed. Then he asked a more
perplexing question. I have experienced many such
questions as a junior high teacher who deals with young
pre-pubescent children. "Mom, if I can't put it in you,
who can I put it inside of? 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 about
psychological issues?
My now awake mind was spinning, where do I start? "Ben,
it's not right for a son to put his penis inside his
mother however nice and big his penis 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 matter 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, "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 had yet to express having
regular period cramps, at least that was my
understanding. I knew that at this stage in a kid's
development there were variables and conditions caused
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 I knew he was practiced. I was not clear
about his sister or brother's input into his motivation.
I was also unsure whether his sister was involved
because why would he approach me and not her? I knew she
was practised. I was confused. He could have
propositioned her first. I realised that I did not have
enough information to sort out these questions so I
decided to get up and start the day and maybe later on
some 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.
Clair paid him ten dollars and this gave him extra
pocket cash at school. It was something that he did
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. I immediately had an image of Ben
soliciting Clair and she accepting. I was certainly
stirred. It was amazing how vivid of the image of Ben
mounting Clair was.
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 while completing 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. Casual issues were discussed
about each child.
After a while I was convinced that our dialog was
genuine and focused. Accordantly, I told him about the
morning's episode with the inclusion that Ben had
suggested that he was ready to have sexual intercourse
with me. I was breathing lightly. I feared a quick
response of indignation and some punitive course of
action from Neil. Instead there was a pregnant pause
from Neil after hearing about Ben's behaviour. I was
surprised.
Finally, "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 innocent
request to me like you know - Hey Mom can you make a
chocolate cake for me this afternoon – you now the type
of request. I know it was totally innocent I repeated.
"Neal," I continued, "what puzzled me was his knowledge
about sexual intercourse with me, his ignorance about
the inappropriateness of his request was clear. Yet he
knew about incest. He didn't seem to have any sense of
its amoral nature."
Then there was another pause. Perhaps five minutes this
time. It made 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 asked me to do the same
thing about a year or so ago. I was shocked but unlike
you I decided to not tell you because I thought it might
upset you."
"Yes I knew she was going through puberty at the time.
But I was never aware of any overt sexual 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 just masturbate me until I cum, you know
ejaculate. She said that she wanted to see, smell and
even taste my sperm."
This was far more shocking than this morning's episode.
To find out that your prim and proper daughter had
attempted 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 some 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 eventually let her masturbate me."
The conversation fell off the cliff at this point, so to
speak. Shocked, I asked in a tongue and cheek fashion
before I realised I 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 fatherly
experiences?"
"Marilyn, after making me ejaculate Beverly immediately
tasted my semen. She then begged me to allow her to suck
me off instead of giving me hand jobs. 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. We eventually tried sucking
off each other. She called it doing 69. I thought that
she was experimenting. It always seemed to offer her
very strong orgasms, which 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 replied.
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 any of our
children still virgins?" I asked.
"Not exactly, I know Beverly has seduced Donald too or
maybe it was the other way around. Nevertheless, Beverly
told me that Donald tasted a lot like me and because he
was much bigger and she decided to mate with him
instead. She thinks Donald's penis is what makes her
able to have such strong orgasms. She has stopped having
oral sex with me now. She also told me that she used
your dildo regularly so her hymen was lost long before
she and Donald engaged in regular sex. Nevertheless, I
still think that Ben is still a virgin unless Beverly
has taught him how."
That did it. I was unable to absorb any more. "Aren't
you afraid of your children's morals? What is the
likelihood of your son impregnating your daughter? Are
you all 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 ago now."
"Do you miss it?" was my mean retort.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do, but I know it is for
the best," he replied.
"Are there any more parts to this revelation?"
"Nope, that is all I know," he replied.
We silently 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 I am 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 following morning. 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 quietly whispered in my ear, "Is
something wrong? Mom. Are you sure you're okay?" 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 my pussy.
How long had it been call a pussy I thought.
"See I have put Vasoline on it to make it slippery so it
will move inside you easily. Now I am sure it will feel
just as good. Please let me."
In just a fraction of a second I felt his genuine desire
effect me. It caused an itch to start with 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 you." Once he looked up to see how
I was responding to his pleading, I said in less than a
reserved voice, "Oh, 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. It
was warm and felt great.
Once Ben's stomach as pushing against mine I asked,
"Ben, I guess I was really ready too. What do you think?
Does it feel as good as you thought it would?"
"Yesss!" he moaned, as he lent forward placing his head
to my shoulder. Seconds later he moaned again. I sensed
that his semen was being pumped inside me. At first it
was a warm light seeping sensation but as the seconds
passed I distinctly felt spurts splashing inside me. All
that went thought my mind was the sensation of enormous
pleasure.
Once he was done, what followed was near panic with an
image of a this child impregnating his thirty-eight year
old mother. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed that
image. One of pure lust and the other of an extended
belly full of a homemade offspring.
Instantly I knew that the future was going to be full of
"Oh, why not's."
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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