The "dirty old man" is a very familiar figure on the erotic scene. He is a mature male who preys on very young girls for sexual pleasure and is usually found hanging around schools and playgrounds leering at girls no older than three or four to the mid-teens. There isn't a parent alive who has not warned their young daughters against taking candy from strange men or accepting rides in their cars. Sexual assaults upon female children is all too commonplace.
Yet how many parents feel the need to warn their young sons against "dirty old women"? Recent studies into sexual behavior has shown that there are far more sexual assaults upon young boys by older women than anyone has considered possible before. The reason why these seductions have gone unnoticed in the press and unreported in police stations is that the sexually abused boy rarely complains about being introduced into passion by an older woman. Unlike a young girl who is seduced by a man he is not hurt, bled, made pregnant or killed by women.
The non-violent nature of women who molest boys is largely responsible for preventing their crimes to be made public. And, women who do seduce boys are committing the crime of rape. While this rape is of a statutory kind in which not force, but seduction is used, it is still rape. When a mature woman gets a boy as young as ten or eleven to have sexual relations with her, she has committed a felony even though the youngster has enjoyed the act.
Young boys with their probing, curious sexual nature can easily be led into erotic play by mature, skillful women. If a man exposed his body to a young girl her first instinct is to flee in fear but if a woman exposed her body to a young boy his first instinct is to remain and observe. It is this difference in reaction that makes male children so vulnerable to the designs of older women.
What kind of women commit statutory rape upon young boys? In many cases they are like their male counterparts who cannot find satisfaction with adults. A "dirty old man" is usually someone too timid to make sexual overtures to a female his own age. Little girls are easier for him to handle. The "dirty old woman" also finds little boys easier to handle
Tommy, age 12 Lorna, age 27.
For the past two years Lorna, an attractive, shapely young woman of 27 babysat for Tommy, a handsome youngster who lived in the same apartment building. Tommy's parents were professional people connected with the world of show business and had to be out several nights each month. They were hard-pressed to find someone to stay with their only child and so were happy when Lorna moved into their apartment building and offered her services. Lorna was a recent divorcee with a lot of time on her handa so she could always be available when Tommy's parents had to spend an evening in the city. The boy was ten years old when Lorna started babysitting for him and she took an immediate liking to the blonde pink-skinned, fine-featured youngster with a lively personality. Tommy also took an immediate liking to the mature young woman with her good figure and pretty face.
Sexual interest never entered the picture until later after the boy grew taller and lost his baby fat. Tommy was really quite a striking lad and Lorna always teased him about his popularity with girls.
Though many mature women find twelve year old boys attractive few considered actually seducing them. For a woman to sexually molest a young boy she would have to have something in her background pushing her into this erotic area. So it was with Lorna. She came from a strict, puritanical home where sex was never mentioned. Lorna was attracted to boys but she dared not know it. In her home "nice" girls ignored the opposite sex. So, when Lorna did have sexual thoughts she always felt guilty, as if she had "sinned."
As she grew older she listened to her girl friends talk about their encounters with boys and, even though she thought that these incidents were "wrong", she could not help being attracted to them. Her strict upbringing, however, prevented her from accepting dates from boys she knew would get "fresh" with her. Lorna went through four years of college with only a dozen or so dates with male students who were not sexually ambitious. It was only with timid, unpassionate boys did Lorna feel "safe."
She worked in an office for two years after college. Here she met a forty year old bachelor who was much like the boys she dated in college. He was serious-minded and never made a pass at her. Paul was "safe."
Paul asked Lorna for their first date almost a year after they met. They went together for another year before he asked her to marry him. Although Paul was not the most romantic man in the world Lorna was sure that love, passion and sex would at last blossom in her life once they married.
The honeymoon was a disaster. It turned out that Paul was semi-impotent and he had a difficult time thrusting into the virgin bride. When, after a great deal of hard breathing, Paul was able to enter her and thus take away her maidenhood Lorna felt very disappointed by the whole episode. She tried to tell herself that love was a learning process and that they would have improved sexual relationships later on. But it never happened. Paul only forced himself to engage in sex because he thought it was his husbandly duty. Lorna had known many frigid women in her life but never knew that men could be sexually cold, too.
Lorna lay awake in the dark listening to her husband snore. She began to daydream about the boys she had turned down when she was a girl. If only she had one of them "go all the way" with her as other girls had. If only she had a lust-filled, passionate husband. But she was in her twenties now and her girlhood was gone. She was still attractive, still able to find a younger, virile man but she could not consider adultery. It just went against all her upbringing.
She tried to encourage her husband into erotic sex play by manipulating his maleness and rubbing her naked breasts across his face but Paul seemed shocked by her overtures. His background had even been more strictly puritanical than had hers been. They soon started to fight. Lorna called her husband a "fag" and he called her a "whore." Divorce followed shortly after.
Now that Lorna was free she considered having sex with other males. Right after her divorce she sat in a cocktail lounge and. inside of minutes, a man her own age picked her up. He invited her to his apartment where he started kissing and pawing her. Lorna wanted to respond but could not. Sex outside of marriage was still a sin to her. Just as the young man slipped his hand over her sexual area Lorna stood up. "I've got to be leaving," she told him hastily.
"What are you, a teaser?" the man asked in frustration. "First you lead me on and then you tell me no. What the hell kind of crap is that?"
Lorna was caught between the opposite poles of sexual craving and repulsion. She wanted this man and yet she could not give into him.
It was all so ... dirty.
There were several other times Lorna allowed men to pick her up. Each time she ran away when the man pressed himself upon her. Then she dulled her senses with drink one night and let her latest pick-up strip off her clothes and lay on top of her in his apartment. The man was strong and virile despite the drinks he had had with her. For the first time in her life Lorna experienced a full, long, vital male member enter her flesh. He was an aggressive lover, so much different from Paul. The man rammed his maleness into her again and again until he climaxed with gusto. Lorna moaned in delight as she experienced sexual relief for the first time.
The man did not stop at fornication. He had powerful oral needs and he clamped his mouth over Lorna's breasts and sexual area. The man grasped her head and bent it towards his maleness. "Do it to me, honey," he ordered quietly.
Although Lorna had known that fellatio was far from being a rare happening she had never considered doing it herself. But the man was aggressive and she was so aroused sexually now that she complied. After the shock of taking in a male part this way was over she discovered that she enjoyed this form of love-making. For the next few hours she and her pickup performed every sex act imaginable.
When Lorna woke up the next day she could not face herself in the mirror of the man on the bed. Who was this stranger who lay naked and exposed on the bed? He looked rough and ugly and she was afraid of him.
Lorna had good reason to fear the man because he was a sadist who enjoyed humiliating women. Where Paul had not been aggressive this man was in every way. Lorna wanted to break the relationship but he kept forcing himself upon her and making her perform oral acts upon him. It was true that Lorna had wanted sex but she did not want it this way; forced upon her and being humiliated by it.
One day Lorna quietly left the man and moved to another city to escape the sadist. She moved into the apartment building where she met Tommy and his parents. Ever since she made the move Lorna was too terrified to go out and meet other men. She did not want to be hurt by the aggressive males or rejected by the passive ones. Because of her divorce settlement Lorna was able to live in moderate comfort without working. She became something of a recluse and, although she wanted love, she was too confused to seek it out. like many other such women Lorna found some measure of satisfaction in working with children as a volunteer in local institutions and day care centers. Children did not frighten her and she did not fear being rejected by them. They would crawl into her lap and she would fondle them. Day by day, although she was not yet aware of it, her sexual interests were turning from adult males to very young boys.
Tommy became Lorna's favorite in the apartment house and she looked forward to sitting with him when his parents went out. She watched the boy grow and become increasingly attractive. Her interests became less maternal and more erotic. It was only when she had a dream about Tommy did she come to realize how far her interests in the boy had gone. In this dream she was naked with the child and they were performing all those sex acts she had once performed with the sadist.
Gradually Lorna began to look at the boy in a new light. At the age of twelve he had to be capable of sex acts. What would it be like to really take the child? What would it be like to instruct the boy into the erotic delights that had been forbidden to her when she was his age?
At first Lorna tried to ignore this new, nagging need that had come upon her but loneliness forced the issue back on her. She had to have love ... some kind of love. Everyone had to have some kind of love. Why should she go on denying herself? She had had a lifetime of sexual denial and look at where it led her. At twenty-seven she was a fast-aging, neurotic divorcee with diminishing prospects at ever finding sexual happiness. If only she had been brought up in a less puritanical home. If only she had had an older, sympathetic male instruct her in sex.
In this way Lorna began to justify and rationalize her coming seduction of a twelve year old boy. She told herself that she would save him from becoming maladjusted by an early introduction into passion. Actually Lorna dared not admit to herself that she had become sexually interested in the young boy for his slender young body. In effect, she had turned into a "dirty old woman" who craved the flesh of male children.
The next time Tommy's parents asked Lorna to baby sit she agreed. Her face flushed as passion welled up in her. To have Tommy! To have this beautiful twelve year old boy!
When Lorna went into the boy's apartment that evening he was already in his pajamas sitting before a TV set. His parents told him when he was to shut the set off and go to bed and the boy, as usual, complained. Tommy's parents left and Lorna was alone with the boy. She gazed at his shiny blond hair, his slender body under the bulky pajamas his lovely features. How vulnerable he seemed. How utterly available to her caresses.
Lorna sat in front of the TV wondering how to begin her first sexual overture. She was tempted to strip off all her clothes and watch the child gaze at her in wonder. She had not had many males gaze at her in wonder. In fact, only the sadist on the first night they shared leered at her nakedness with desire.
Tommy was sitting on the floor at her feet. She reached out and stroked his blond hair. The twelve year old placed his head against her knee. A thrill swept through her. How quickly he reacted! How wonderful it would be to lead him on until she brought him to that final expression of love.
A bra ad suddenly showed on the television set Lorna used it as an opening move. "Next thing you know they will be showing naked women on TV" she said.
The pretty boy lifted his head and smiled. "I can't wait."
"Have you ever seen a naked woman, Tommy?" Lorna asked controlling the emotion that was raising in her voice.
He blushed. "No," he responded quietly.
"I've seen a lot of naked boys," Lorna lied. "I used to go swimming with them naked back home."
"You mean ... girls and boys ... together...? " the boy stammered with excitement. His hand clutched his crotch briefly.
Lorna could see that the twelve year old had become sexually aroused, his twig of hard flesh moved against his pajama bottom. She wanted to see this young male arousal. She wanted to grasp it and take it ... everywhere.
"Sit next to me, Tommy," she said. "I'll tell you all about it."
The boy squeezed his slender body into the chair besides the twenty seven year old woman. Lorna could feel him trembling with excitement as if he were aware of the sexuality that was rising about the room. "I miss swimming naked with boys," she went on with her lie. "We had such good times together. Oh, the things we did with each other."
By this time the boy had lost all interest in the TV show. His blue eyes were lit with desire. "What ... things?" he wanted to know.
Lorna made her first overt sexual move. She slipped her hand over the boy's crotch and felt his stiff wanting. "We played like we were married. You know, we touched each other ... here."
The young woman spread the fly of the pajama bottom apart and the boy's youthful maleness leapt up nakedly. His part was understandably small, Lorna noticed, but it was very hard and throbbed with passion. He was absolutely devoid of public hair. This made him seem all the more innocent and tasty.
"How nice this is," Lorna whispered pressing her leg against his. "I bet you've done it to lots of girls."
"It?" Tommy wondered.
"You mean a big, handsome boy like you hasn't done it yet? Why, back home we do it when we're nine and ten."
The boy swallowed hard. Lorna moved her legs so that her dress went all the way up her thighs. Knowing that she was going to seduce the boy she had not worn stockings or under pants. She saw the twelve year old gaze at her naked thighs and his manhood had all but reached a bursting point. Lorna took her hand away so that she would not waste the lad's virility through masturbation. She placed her hand on her dress and pushed it up a bit further. "Do you want to see mine?" she asked, feeling like a child herself.
Tommy was too excited to answer and just nodded his head. Lorna lifted her dress up to her waist and exposed her female part. The twelve year old gazed down at her with his blue eyes wide. "Hair?" he managed to say.
Lorna took his hand and placed it over her sexual area. "We all get hair in this place," she informed him, delighted to be the first to bring him this information. "You'll get some, too."
Tommy's small hand shook as he slipped one finger and then two into the mature woman's female opening. He pushed them in all the way to the knuckles and Lorna held them in place, her heart pounding at this first show of male attention in a couple of years. "Let's get naked," she whispered thickly.
The boy took off his pajamas in a matter of seconds. Lorna gazed at his white body, so smooth and hairless. She did not have to fear sadism from this beautiful child or tired boredom. Lorna stood up and removed her dress. She delighted in the way the young boy gazed at her nakedness in awe. Her breasts were large and well-formed and the nipples on them were as rigid as his throbbing maleness. Lorna lay down on the rug and spread her legs. "Come here, darling," she urged. "Come on top of me."
Tommy swallowed hard again. "I ... I don't know how to do it."
She smiled. "I'll show you how."
She took the lad's trembling hand and brought him down upon her. Lorna placed the child on her body so that their genitals met. His young blond head was just under her chin and she felt his moist, warm breath. She could also feel his heart pounding wildly against her breast. How excited he was! He wasn't like dull, cold Paul who performed sex as if it were an unpleasant duty nor was he like the sadist who brutally dominated her. No, he was thrilled by her body and it was she who was doing the dominating. This power over a beautiful young boy increased her passion.
Lorna slipped her hand down to the boy's raging maleness and guided it into her flesh. It felt like hardly more than one of his fingers but his childish organ thrilled her. She then slipped her hands over his firm, smooth rump. "Lift up and down, darling," she told him as she tried to lift his torso.
The twelve year old raised until he was completely out of the mature woman and came down again. Lorna told him not to break the contact and the boy tried again. Soon he was thrusting as an experienced man would. Lorna felt him suddenly react under her hands and he gasped. "Something ... is happening," he announced.
"Let it come," she answered. "That is what is supposed to happen."
She felt the young boy spill his young, hot passion into her and Lorna clasped his buttocks tight. She held him against her body and whispered for him to remain still. The twelve year old did as he was told and gradually emptied himself out in strong, lustful motions. I am making a man out of him, Lorna thought. He will remember this for as long as he lives.
After the boy stopped reacting sexually Lorna turned to one side so that he slipped off her body. They lay on their sides facing one another completely naked. "Did you like it, pet?" she asked.
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"We can do more things," she told him. "Here."
Lorna lifted one of her breasts and placed the hard nipple against his ruby lips. The child's warm mouth came down upon it and she felt his teeth and tongue working on her. Tommy, becoming increasingly aggressive, swept his arms around her body and grasped her buttocks. "That's it, baby," she told him. "Take my body. Take all of it. Kiss anywhere you like."
Tommy kissed and licked at her breasts and nipples while Lorna stroked his slender body. Her hand cupped over his now limp maleness and she broke from the boy's grasp as she lowered her lips to it. Tommy sighed strangely as the mature woman took his maleness once more into her body. Lorna moved his flesh inside her with her tongue and felt desire fill and harden the twelve year old again. Tommy issued another small cry of ecstasy as he spilled out his passion for the second time.
Lorna rolled over on her back and patted the boy on his cheek. "Now you do the same to me," she told him.
The naked boy knelt beside her and placed his hands on both sides of her tapering hips. He stared long and hard at her opening and then leaned forward. Lorna told him exactly what to do and the child obeyed. Her body stiffened at the first touch of his darting, probing tongue. "That's it, little sweetheart," she said. "Don't be afraid to hurt me."
Tommy's blond head pressed hard between her legs. Completely uninhibited now he devoured her with unbridled passion. His teeth did hurt but not too much and Lorna stroked his yellow hair. She looked down at his beautiful, boyish profile against her intimate part and his white teeth and red tongue working wildly. She felt the moist warmth of his heavy breathing and her whole body shook with sexual release.
The strange couple, the twenty seven year old woman and the twelve year old boy, twisted in each other's arms for hours until they exhausted themselves. Tommy, who had been shy and virginal at the beginning of the sexual session, now acted like an experienced adult. Lorna took a great pride in making a man out of such a small boy. She looked at the time and realized that she had to put her charge to bed. The boy went willingly since he was completely drained. He fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
After Tommy's parents came home and Lorna returned to her apartment she lay awake until dawn reliving her seduction of a twelve year old in her mind. Although she had made him agree to keep the affair their secret she was afraid that he might blurt it out the next morning to his parents. Boys liked secrets but they also like to brag about themselves. And this was a great deal for a young boy to brag about. How many twelve year olds lose their virginity to mature women?
When neither of Tommy's parents came around to her apartment with the complaint that she had raped their young son, Lorna breathed easier. She met the boy outside as he was playing ball with his friends. How much the child he looked. Guilt nagged at her but it melted away when Tommy rushed over to her, exchanging a knowing wink. He had not told his parents and was dying for another sexual session. He told her he could not wait until his parents left him in her charge again.
Lorna was pleased that the twelve year old was now in love with her. She took him to her apartment where they stripped themselves naked. As soon as they had, Tommy knelt in front of the young woman and kissed her sexual opening. The boy seemed to enjoy oral eroticism over fornication. Lorna could see why. When he placed his genital inside of hers it was lost but he could have a much closer and satisfying contact with his mouth.
She smiled as she watched the slender, nude boy at her feet. The sadist she had known used to force her in just such a position in front of him. There was a certain pleasure in dominating someone, she could observe.
Lorna had the young boy kiss and lick every part of her body and he willingly complied. He pressed his face between her butt halves and his probing tongue swept over her anus. He buried his face between her breasts and Lorna held him close as he snuggled against her lush nakedness.
The affair between the woman and the much young boy went on for weeks without anyone being the wiser. Tommy's parents knew that their son was spending time at Lorna's place but neither could conceive that the two were having sex relations. No parent would. They would be suspicious if the sexes were reversed and that a twelve year old girl was spending time with a twenty seven year old man but relations between an older woman and a young boy was unheard of.
And then this case became heard of in an abrupt fashion.
Tommy, although he still looked like a little boy, had matured rapidly as far as sex was concerned. like all other twelve year olds he merely had a sketchy knowledge of sex and a vague though disturbing interest in it. But now that had changed. Now he had become an adult in both experience and interest. He wanted to have another object on which he could express his new found ability.
There was a pretty girl of his own age in class that he always liked and he led her down to the basement of his building. There he placed his hands on her body and encouraged her to lift her dress. The girl wanted to get away but Tommy, aroused to a passion he could not control, threw her to the ground and ripped off her panties. He saw her hairless opening and pressed his mouth against it. The boy probed into the struggling girl with his tongue as he held on to her small, rounded buttocks. A janitor, attracted by the struggles and cries of the young girl, came upon this scene of juvenile oral rape. The girl told her parents what had happened and they angrily called the police. No one could understand why such a well mannered young boy would perform such a depraved act. Tommy, terrified by the police and the trouble he had caused, quickly told everyone about his affair with the divorcee, his babysitter.
The case had been shocking enough but the revelation that the young boy had been seduced into sexual practices, oral and otherwise, really made it unique.
The police picked Lorna up but Tommy's parents refused to press any formal charges. The publicity would only make matters worse. Lorna was sent to a mental ward where the doctors found her sane though disturbed sexually. She was sent to a state mental hospital for a few months and was released. No one knew what happened to Lorna after that although the doctors at the hospital could not promise that the woman would not seduce another young boy. Today Lorna may be living next door to you. She may be the friendly, attractive young woman who baby sits for your young sons. She may be the babysitter boys of ten, eleven and twelve look forward to seeing.
Owen, age ll Harriet, age 18
Girls of eighteen are usually the victims of rape and not the rapists. Eighteen years old is considered to be the 'age of consent' in most states, the age when a girl becomes officially a, woman and is able to pick her own bedmates without getting him into trouble with the law. One year younger and the man she is living with could be charged with a sex crime no matter how willing she had been. Harriet, at the age of eighteen, was therefore considered to be a mature woman when it came to sex. In this study of the sexual behavior between women and young boys she is the youngest "dirty old woman."
Harriet didn't look her age. She was only five foot tall and weighed one hundred pounds. Her small size depressed Harriet, a college freshman, and she especially hated her bust measurement of only 32. Smallness ran in her family and the girl knew that she would never grow much taller. She felt like a child. Some of the children she babysat for were just as big as she was. Owen, a husky, curly-haired boy of eleven was also five foot tall and weighed a hundred pounds. When Harriet sat for him the boy kidded her about the probability that he would outgrow her in another year and that he would require a larger babysitter.
The girl found no humor in the boy's remarks. She was the smallest girl in school and she felt like a midget compared to other girls her age with full figures and long legs. She brooded over what she considered her lack of sexual appeal even though she had a pretty face and nice figure ... for her size.
Harriet found more time to baby sit than had the other girls because she rarely dated. Her self-consciousness about herself made Harriet very shy. She wanted boyfriends but even the shortest male at the college seemed to tower over her. She envied the tall, attractive girls who always managed to find a boyfriend. She even envied the girls who were made pregnant because this asserted their womanhood. Their big bellies told everyone that they had attracted a male and that they were female enough to have a baby. Harriet found herself wondering what it would be like for her to be made pregnant. This would prove to everyone that she was not as childish as she appeared.
Harriet thought about sex a great deal. like others who do not have the reality of love she had a lively fantasy life on the subject. She wondered what a man looked like naked. When she went to the beach she found herself stealing glances at the near naked young males with special attention to the bulges between the legs of their bathing trunks. If a boy wanted to "go all the way" with her she probably would have let him. But no boy ever did. The only kisses she got were at parties where boys and girls kissed just for fun.
She hungered for a personal meeting in the back seat of a car with a boy or a necking session in a darkened living room. At eighteen she was a virgin who had rarely been kissed. She could not bear the thought that she would always remain a virgin. She didn't want to dry up like some of her old maid aunts who, she could not help notice, were also very short.
The nearest thing to a constant male companion Harriet had was an eleven year old boy named Owen she babysat for a least twice a month. The boy was handsome with a good body and sexually developed beyond his age. His male parts were those of a boy of thirteen rather than eleven. Owen also had started masturbating six months ago. He was as conscious of his sexual parts as Harriet was of her lack of sexual development. Although they were seven years apart in age, physically they were much closer. It was this fact that drew Harriet into the seduction scene.
One night, when the girl was especially depressed over her bare love life, she accepted the invitation to baby sit for Owen. That evening every girl she knew had gone to a dance. They had boys to take them but her phone had remained silent. Harriet's young body, small though it was, ached with need.
Owen was in bed taking a nap when Harriet went to his home. After the boy's parents left he got up rubbing his eyes. It was obvious he did not know that his sitter had arrived because he wandered into the living room dressed in nothing but his jockey shorts. Harriet felt her blood rise when she looked at the near nakedness of the husky boy. She could also see the outline of his well endowed maleness through his undergarment.
The boy cried out in surprise when he saw the girl and ran back into his bedroom to put on a robe. "I didn't know you were here, Harriet," he blushed.
"That's all right Owen," she answered warmly. "I don't mind how you're dressed."
Owen grinned and sat down on a couch. He picked up a comic book and started reading it. He soon became so engrossed in it that he didn't notice his robe falling open to reveal his bare legs and his jockey shorts. Harriet didn't tell him a-bout it. She wanted to gaze at the handsome youngster.
Harriet couldn't understand her feelings. Why did she feel so ... excited? Why did her body ache so?
She sat beside the boy and placed her hand on his bare leg very near his crotch area. "You must do a lot of walking," she said. "Your muscles are like iron."
Owen was too young to detect the sexual overtone from his babysitter. "Yeah. I keep in shape. I play football a lot, too."
"I can see how nice and well built you are, Owen," Harriet told him as she swept her hand over his chest and stomach. "Be a football player and you'll have all the girls chasing you."
"Aw, what for?" the eleven year old shrugged.
"What for? You'll have to date girls sometime," Harriet told him as she pressed in closer. "One of these days you'll have to kiss them."
The child began to be sexually aroused. He became aware of his babysitter's groping hand. He realized how exposed he was for the first time and yet he found his position enjoyable. If his babysitter didn't mind, he didn't.
"Has anyone ever taught you how to kiss, Owen?" the girl wanted to know.
The boy shrugged. His sitter had never acted like this before and he didn't know how to react.
Harriet wanted the illusion that she was with a grown boy her own age but the child's baby face and the sight of his comic book nearby prevented this illusion from coming into being. She needed darkness. Acting the part of the aggressor male Harriet reached behind the boy's head and switched the lamp off. The room was plunged into darkness. Only light from an outside streetlamp filtered through the curtains. "I see where I'll have to teach you to kiss," she told the child. "You want to learn, don't you, Owen?"
He cleared his throat. "Y ... yeah ... I guess so."
The eighteen year old college freshman slipped her hand up along the neck of the eleven year old boy. "It is really very easy, honey," she told him. "Just bring your lips against mine ... like this."
Harriet placed her lips on the boy's. Even though she knew he was just eleven in the gloom he felt like a boy her own age. Since he was already her own size it was an easy illusion.
"See, that wasn't bad, was it?" she asked.
Darkness and excitement made the boy bold. "No. Let's do it again," he said.
This time it was he who pressed his lips hard against the girl. Harriet leaned back and closed her eyes. She slipped her hand under the child's robe and along his back. Owen placed his arms around her in a clumsy embrace. They kept kissing until the boy became less clumsy and uneasy about this thrilling new situation.
"Now let's French kiss," Harriet said hotly.
"What's that?"
"Open you mouth and I'll show you."
When the boy opened his mouth wide Harriet placed her open mouth against it. She probed into his oral cavity with her tongue. Owen, an apt pupil, quickly responded in kind and he indulged in French kissing with his babysitter.
Harriet pressed her body full against his and she felt the child's sexual area move with aroused desire. She had not planned to go beyond French kissing with the boy but she could not resist the opportunity to see and feel bared male parts. She ran both of her hands down his smooth sides and pushed his jockey shorts free.
Still locked in the deep, wet kiss the eleven year old reacted to this sudden nudity. His young body jumped but Harriet lay hard upon him. Then she lifted herself off the boy and stared at his sexual flesh. The boy's unusually large organ throbbed nakedly in the dimness of the room. Harriet gasped when she saw just how well endowed the child was. "Owen," she sighed. "Oh, Owen how big you are!"
The boy shook with desire and his breath was labored. His eighteen year old babysitter curled her hand over his raging flesh and both reacted as if they had been touched by a live wire. Harriet, unable to stop herself if she wanted to, took off her clothes. The young boy ran his eyes over her naked body and lay on the couch waiting for the next sensation. Harriet provided it by placing her body on top of his. Nakedness met nakedness. She impaled her female opening upon the child's uplifted maleness and rammed her pelvis down. His entire part filled her at once and Harriet grunted. She had never guessed the boy would be so developed.
Harriet, with swift man-like movements, pumped her lower body up and down upon the naked boy. Owen, who had experienced orgasms before via masturbation, knew what was going to come. He shot out his passion and Harriet thrust even harder as he did. Her stiff nipples dug into the child's bare chest and she plastered her open mouth against his lips. The boy opened his mouth and their tongues met in a wild, wet dance of lust.
It was only after Owen had spent all his passion and had become limp with satisfaction that Harriet realized what she had just done. She had forced herself upon an eleven year old boy!
The ache now gone from her body and her need met the girl peeled herself off the nude boy and hurried into her clothes. "Owen, forgive me," she implored. '"I must have lost my head. I didn't know what I was doing. Oh, please don't tell anyone. Promise me you won't tell."
The young boy lay stretched out on the couch and couldn't understand what his babysitter was so upset about. It had been great fun. It was a lot more fun than playing with himself. When he put his hand on his sexual parts he felt something warm and sticky. "I'm bleeding," he announced in a confused voice.
"Bleeding?" Harriet quickly examined herself. It was she who had bled on the boy. Her maidenhood had been torn. While taking away the child's virginity she had thrown away her own. Feeling both disgusted and happy she ran into the bathroom and showered with hot water. She poured the water into her sexual opening cleaning away the blood and, she hoped, the young boy's sperm. Was it possible for an eleven year old to make a woman pregnant? Harriet didn't know but she could not believe that a child so young could become a father?
After Harriet missed two of her periods she had to face the truth. She was pregnant. And pregnant by a little boy!
Harriet had often wondered what it would be like to have to drop out of school because of her condition and now she knew. She was too frightened to seek out an abortionist after the tales she had heard about girls dying on kitchen tables and bleeding to death in seedy motel rooms. She had to tell her family. It wouldn't be long before she started to show. Harriet wished that she had had relations with another boy closer to her age so that she could blame him and thus get married before the baby arrived. But Owen had been the only boy. An eleven year old child?
She did not want to confess her terrible deed to her parents so she made up an excuse that she had been raped. In this way she would be able to escape any blame for the pregnancy and it might also open the door to a possible legal abortion. Raped girls were able to get abortions in her state.
There was still the problem of explaining why she had waited so long to report that she had been attacked. That was simple. Most rapes went unreported because the victims did not want the limelight thrown upon them. It was only after she had learned that the rapist had made her pregnant that Harriet claimed she dared reveal the tragedy.
While her parents believed her the police reserved judgment. They had seen too many girls blame their condition on "rapists" when, in fact, they had been made pregnant by their boyfriends. After Harriet gave conflicting stories on where she had been "attacked" and what the "rapist" looked like the police told her flatly that they didn't believe her. Harriet's parents began to feel the same way. "Who is he?" Her father demanded coldly. "Tell me and I'll make him marry you if that's what you want."
By this time Harriet was so disturbed she blurted out, "How can I marry an eleven year old boy?"
"What are you talking about?" her father gasped.
"It was Owen!" the girl cried. "It was the boy I baby sit for!"
At first the girl's parents thought she was just being sardonic. This was her way of defending a boy she met at college. Yet, when the girl insisted she was telling the truth, her parents went to see the parents of the child. They found it very difficult to mention that they thought Owen was the father of their daughter's unborn baby but they managed to express themselves. Owen's parents were stunned. They were certain that Harriet was playing some kind of joke. But, when Owen's father questioned him in private, he realized that his son, his eleven year old, actually had had sex relations with an eighteen year old girl!
All four parents were so shocked that they did not know what to do. Since Owen appeared undamaged by the seduction his parents could not arouse themselves to anger. The main problem was the unborn child. Abortion seemed the only solution since marriage was out of the question. Harriet's parents managed to convince a doctor that their girl was a rape victim and he performed the operation.
When Harriet returned to school the rumor spread about her abortion but, luckily, no one knew the entire truth. Everyone thought that quiet, little Harriet had scores of unknown lovers. Since young males like to meet girls who have already been "had" because it implied she could be had again Harriet discovered that the abortion had made her popular. She did not waste the opportunity and made up for lost time. It wasn't long before she was made pregnant again but by a boy somewhat older than she was. Harriet was proud to admit this pregnancy and the boy, who had a sense of honor, married her.
Harriet dropped out of school to devote herself to being a wife and mother. Despite her size she had a talent at giving birth. After five more children she stopped the production line. As a busy mother she required the help of babysitters. When young girls came around to her house to watch over her little sons she could not help but remember her own youth when, as a babysitter, she raped her "baby."
For Harriet the case had a happy ending which is uncommon with women who seduce young boys. However, there was still Owen to consider. Here the case becomes less happy.
Owen, who had always been sexually mature for his age, became much more so after he learned he had impregnated an eighteen year old girl. His parents tried to keep an eye on him after the seduction case but Owen grew rapidly in all directions. By the time he was fifteen he reached a height of six foot and, as Harriet had hoped he would be, became a football star in high school. He could have his pick of lovely girls his own age but his affair with Harriet left him with a desire for older females. He could not forget how Harriet lay upon him and was the sexual aggressor. As big and as masculine as Owen had become he desired to take the female position in love making. He wanted older women to treat him as Harriet had when he was only eleven.
In his after school job as delivery boy Owen had the opportunity to meet older women. When he saw a ripe, mature woman in her twenties, thirties or forties that he liked he always became sexually playful. While some of the women laughed his advances off others did not. After Owen tried to talk a thirty five year old married woman who looked much like Harriet into laying on top of him she called the police. This became Owen's first arrest. Others followed as he grew older and his desire to have mature women upon him grew more intense. He married at the age of twenty to a woman ten years his senior. In this woman he hoped he found another Harriet. On his wedding night he surprised his bride by rolling over on his back and placing her body on top of his. He urged his bride to be the sexual agressor.
The older woman was shocked to realize that her big, brute of a husband wanted to be in the female position. She went along with him at first but, five weeks after their marriage, Owen still could only find satisfaction when the sexual positions were reversed. Although he tried the usual way he missed having a lush, naked female body going down on him rather than he upon the woman. Owen's wife mocked him for his sexual aberration. She had married him believing, despite their age difference, that he was a dominant male. Instead he turned out to be the passive member of the marriage. She hated to mount her husband and do all the sexual movements. She wanted to feel that she was a woman and not a man.
One night, when Owen lay on his back with his huge manhood raging with need, he tried to coax his wife to impale herself upon him once again.
"No," she insisted. "If you want me you'll have to take me. I'm sick of taking you!"
Their argument became more heated. In anger Owen's wife lashed out with her nails and clawed him across his sexual flesh. "If you want to be a girl I'll make you one!" she shouted.
Owen screamed in pain after being savagely attacked in his most sensitive spot. His rock-like fist shot out like a cannon ball and caught his wife on her temple. She collapsed unconscious but still the pain-crazed and angry young husband beat her. When his anger passed he discovered that he had killed his wife. He called the police and turned himself in.
Owen was charged with manslaughter and given a prison term. It was only after the prison psychiatrist examined him did the full story of why he so craved to play the female role in sex with older women came out. The killing that sent Owen to jail did not start when he was twenty but, rather, when he was only eleven years old and his babysitter had seduced him.
Today, Owen is in the last year of his prison term. The doctor who had examined him feels that he will make a good adjustment to society once he goes. He made Owen see that it was his too early introduction to sex by a disturbed girl that had edged him off the path of sexual normalcy.
Owen claims that he will seek out women his own age once he gets out and that he will never again play the female role in bed. While Owen is sincere only time will tell that he has finally shaken off the lingering effects of his seduction. In prison he is not faced with the need for sexual adjustment. But, once he is out in the free world with women again, he will have to adjust to the masculine role in love-making, the role he has denied himself for so long.
When Owen's parents had first discovered that their son had been seduced when he was only eleven they had felt he had been undamaged by the experience. But a prison term and a woman who has been beaten into her grave testify against it.
And Owen will be free shortly.
It is still possible that Harriet's seduction of a young and very impressionable boy will send other women to their graves.
Frank, age 13 Mary, age 22. Caroline, age 25. Rose, age 29.
When Frank was born his parents had thought that they were past the child producing age and they were surprised when their first son came into the world. They had three girls at the time ranging in age from nine to fifteen so they were not displeased that this late baby was a male.
The family lived on a farm in New England and the work was hard. Mary, Caroline and Rose were not attractive girls although they all had a certain animal charm about them. They were stocky and robust and did the kind of work usually reserved for men.
The girls didn't mind the hard work and the long cold winters when they were younger but, as they grew towards womanhood, they wanted something else beside back breaking labor on a farm that only provided a marginal living.
They were not alone in their feelings because the young people of the area left the farms as soon as they were able. The boys usually escaped by joining the army or navy while the girls either married early or ran away to the cities.
The girls who ran away to the cities while still single were looked upon as prostitutes even though they worked in offices and banks. The feeling against such girls was so strong in the tight, New England community that they never dared return. When a single girl left she knew that she could never return home again.
It took a tough-minded and willful girl to escape the New England farm community but Mary, Caroline and Rose were too insecure to make such a definite break. To begin with they did not have the skills to make it in the city. All they knew was the farm.
This left marriage. But, sometimes, getting married worsened conditions. There were some girls who married farm boys and were lost to even greater drudgery. Some lucky girls managed to find boys who did not work the farms. But Mary, Caroline and Rose were not meant to be this lucky. Their thick ankles, their broad faces, their stocky figures worked against them.
The only companionship the girls really had was with one another. They swore that they would stick together. Here was the only security they had. They talked about boys and about the possibility of marriage and love and they kept alive the hope that they would escape the farm. The oldest girl, Rose, once thought she had found a man, a boy who had returned from the service but he seduced her and left her pregnant.
Rose had a miscarriage that solved the problem of having an illegitimate baby about the house. This brush with the outer world and the cruelty that came with love drew the girls closer together. The younger ones now thought of the world as a dreadful place and stopped dreaming about cities and boys. In time their closeness developed into Lesbianism.
This was the background that young Frank grew up in. From the very beginning his seduction by his sisters was a certainty. Frank had the looks his sisters had missed. He was a slender boy with even features and a clear complexion. He also demonstrated a much greater intelligence than his sisters who just about made it through school. It was obvious that Frank was not going to end his life on the farm. He was going to be one of those boys who escaped into the army or navy and then went on to bigger and better things.
Frank was spoiled by his sisters and his parents because of his looks, his youth and the fact that he was going to be the only one in the family to get anywhere. The sisters, locked in their Lesbian love-making, did not look upon the boy as an object of sexual pleasure ... at first. But, as Frank grew taller and handsomer, the stirrings of heterosexual needs throbbed in the veins of each girl. Rose at least had had one heterosexual experience but the younger ones. Mary ant Caroline, had not. Since they all had been indulging in homosexual incest for years it was easy for them to consider adding the fourth member of the family to their get-togethers ... Frank, their thirteen year old brother.
It was a very cold day in winter when the girls; Mary, twenty two, Caroline, twenty-five, and Rose, twenty-nine, huddled together in the room they all shared and discussed the seduction of their only brother. Just talking about it made them excited.
Mary was elected to go into Frank's room and get him into their quarters on the promise of "having a party." Thirteen year old Frank was surprised when his sister knocked at his door and had him come up to their room in the cold, dark night. As soon as Frank entered the room he saw his two older sisters wrapped up in blankets and sitting around a. portable oil stove that threw patterns of light and shadow against the ceiling. Rose got up and walked over to him. "You must be chilly," she said. "Let me warm you up."
This statement caused Mary and Caroline to giggle like children. Actually, in a way, they were children. Because of the narrow life they all led they had the emotions of girls nine and ten years of age. Though all three were not mentally retarded their lack of outside contacts made them appear stupid.
Rose stood behind the tall, slim boy and wrapped her blanket around him. The boy wearing only a heavy robe and jockey shorts could feel his oldest sister's nakedness against him. He gasped and tried to pull away. When he turned Rose opened the blanket entirely to expose her naked body.
Frank felt he shouldn't be looking but he could not glance away. While Rose was far from being attractive she was still the first naked woman the boy had even seen. Her breasts were large and round with nipples the size of sweet rolls. Her waist was thick and her legs were stumpy yet Frank gazed down at that patch of hair that defined her womanhood. "Gee..., " was his only comment.
"It is time you became a man, Frank," Rose said. "Every boy gets some sex when he is thirteen. That is why we are all here. We're gonna help you."
"I ... I didn't know about that," Frank stammered. "About boys.. . . and girls ... and..."
Rose opened his robe. "Just do like we tell you to do, Frank," she said. "This is like goin' to school. You have to learn about sex sometimes, right?"
The boy gulped and blushed furiously. "Right."
Rose removed his robe. The other girls gazed in silence at this their first glimpse at male nudity. Rose told the boy to take off his jockey shorts and he hesitated. "What if ma and pa...? "
"Forget about them," Rose said. "Don't you want to be a man?"
The boy slipped off his shorts. He was in a fully aroused state. There was a bit of pubic hair over his maleness. His sexual development was normal for a boy his age but the experiences he was about to have were not.
Rose grasped his up-thrusted flesh and led him over to her bed. Mary and Caroline sat on the bed and riveted their eyes on their naked brother. How very pretty he was nude! His body wasn't stocky and thick like theirs. He was slender and smooth. Wanting contact with this beautiful creature the other girls stripped, too.
Frank was now surrounded by three naked women with huge breasts crowding in on him. Mary and Caroline petted his sexual area lovingly. Rose, since she once had an experience with a male, declared herself to be the teacher of Frank and the others. She lay down on the bed and bade the boy to come on top of her.
As Mary and Caroline sat naked on the edge of the bed the thirteen year old boy crawled on top of his twenty nine year old sister. He lay upon her pillowy breasts not knowing what to do next.
"This is easy, Frank," she said. "Just stick yourself ... here!"
Rose guided his raging organ into her opening with her hand. The boy slipped inside her and the warmth encompassing his flesh thrilled him. Rose placed her hands on the child's narrow hips and bade him to move up and down in a sexual manner. Frank, a bright boy, quickly found the correct tempo and soon he was pumping away like a pro.
His passions rose to a climax and, when he reached it, Rose grasped his rump hard and held him tightly against her as he spilled out his lust.
"There!" Rose exclaimed. "It wasn't bad, was it?"
The boy had to agree with her. The sexual action had taken only a few minutes. He had gone from an innocent boy to an experienced man in that short period of time.
Mary and Caroline vied with one another to be next. They pushed at one another trying to take Rose's place in bed. The oldest sister told them to be quiet. They didn't want to wake their parents and ruin everything.
Caroline, age twenty-five and second oldest, was next. Her chunky body trembled in anticipation as she lay under the slender boy. Frank pumped into her and the young woman sighed with pleasure as this first male part sliced through her virginal opening.
The boy's climax didn't come as quickly as it had the first time but, when it did come, Caroline grunted with pig-like satisfaction. "Ohhhh! That feels so good!" she cried.
Mary, the youngest of the sisters, age twenty-two, all but pushed Caroline out of the way to be under her thirteen year old brother. But two grown women within minutes had drained the boy. He rolled back on the bed in exhaustion.
"Give him time," Rose told the disappointed girl. "Them things that boys got can't keep working without rest."
The three naked young women ran their hands over their young brother's body. Rose suddenly bent forward and took his limp flesh orally. As she performed the act, his part began to swell with wanting once again. Just as Rose brought him to a peak for the third time she told Mary to get ready. She lay next to the boy and Rose told Frank to mount her.
The boy crawled on top of her heavy body and thrust into it with his newly aroused desire. The pleasant sensation of having a woman fellate him had taken him out of his sexual exhaustion. He rammed into the hefty body of the twenty-two year old woman until that familiar boiling took place again inside his flesh. He allowed his desire to boil over into his sister and let out a long sigh as he lay upon her still.
Rose had taken his virginity and he, in turn, had taken the virginities of his mature sisters. Yet the fun and games had hardly started. Both Mary and Caroline now wanted to have him orally as Rose had. Caroline licked at the child's flesh which did not react this time. Three grown women at one time would weary the best of men. However, the twenty-five year old went on, thrilled by this new sensation.
Mary and Rose, still throbbing with desire, lay on the next bed and engaged in an act of mutual cunnilingus. Frank, who had thought he had seen everything connected with sex, gazed at them with surprise. Caroline then twisted her body around so that her female part was at the lad's face. As she engaged in oral contact with him she pressed her bulky body down in order that he may make the same erotic move.
Thirteen year old Frank felt suffocated by all this female flesh yet he pressed his young mouth against his sister. His hands swept up over her great, round buttocks and sexual arousal, for the forth time, stiffened his flesh. He released himself and he heard Caroline gag and sigh.
This was the beginning of an amazingly full sexual career for such a young boy. At least three times a week he was the center of an incest orgy with his mature sisters. Once Rose was certain that she had missed her period and that she had become pregnant again but it turned out to be a false alarm. She was late and still safe. Yet this was enough to scare her and the other girls into avoiding the kind of intercourse that would produce babies. They had risked pregnancy so far and they didn't want to push their luck.
The sexual session all four had together was diminished only slightly. There was oral intercourse and there was anal intercourse. Instead of rolling over on their backs for the boy the girls rolled over on their stomachs. This was still another erotic area they could all explore together. Frank lay upon the huge, naked mounds of Mary's buttocks and inched his rigid flesh into her opening. Since he was small the entry of his flesh did not bother the girl. He slid all the way into her as far as he could go and pumped sexually. To his delight he found that he enjoyed this way best of all. There was something about lying on a woman's massive rump that thrilled him more than their mouths or their sexual parts did.
The erotic demands on the thirteen year old boy all that winter wore him down. He lost weight and became so jaded that he began to lock the door on his anxious sisters. He wanted rest and to spend evenings reading for a change.
Since he was the only available male they could trust the three young women all but grabbed him when they caught him alone. Once Mary, hungry for his flesh, threw herself against him in the barn and tore open his trousers. The boy gave in to her demands just to escape the girl's desperation. In a very real way he was being raped by his older sisters constantly.
There wasn't a single form of sexual activity that the boy could not have by simply asking for it. If, one night, he was in the urge to have anal intercourse, he would only have to open the door to his sisters' room. Any one or all of them gladly rolled over showing their bare rears.
Young impressionable Frank had developed a taste for anal sex. His sisters had also developed tastes for young boys. This is how their incest had corrupted them all. When the warmer weather came to the New England landscape and children began to linger in the fields more often twenty-five year old Caroline, not wanting to compete with her sisters for the affections of their brother all the time, looked around for another young and impressionable male. like her sisters Caroline was too shy to meet men her age. Young boys were much more easy to handle.
Caroline met a neighborhood boy near the farm who was on of Frank's classmates. She took him to a secluded area and invited him to play with her body. like a child she asked, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
The young boy, aroused by the sexual overtures of this mature woman, quickly exposed himself. Caroline, still fearing pregnancy, seduced him orally. The boy bragged about the affair to his older brothers. Naturally, at first, they dismissed the young boy's talk as just talk. The child told them to follow him next time because Caroline had set up an appointment in the same secluded spot for the next day.
When the older boys actually saw this grown woman make oral love to their young brother they rushed at her and demanded sexual satisfaction, too. Caroline, terrified, gave in to all their demands. Afterwards the older boys beat her up and warned her to stay away from their kid brother. Caroline ran back to her farm and told her parents that she had just been raped. Once the entire truth came out the matter was quietly dropped. Caroline had sinned more than she had been sinned against.
"Imagine, doing such things to a little boy!" her father screamed at her. "You're a grown woman!"
"Frank never seemed to mind!" she screamed back.
And then the full story of Frank's seduction by his three adult sisters came out. The shocked parents could only beat all three daughters with broom handles as punishment. In thier anger they even turned on the boy, too. Thirteen years of age wasn't all that young. He still could have resisted their advances. He still could have informed them about what the girls were doing to him.
The girls retreated back into their Lesbian shell again. This was one type of sexual activity their parents didn't learn about, at least. Frank spent the next few years in sexual frustration and longed for the days when his sisters grabbed him into their arms. He longed to have a nice, well-rounded rump under him.
When he became seventeen Frank, like so many other boys in the area, joined the service. He picked the navy and went away from the farm for the first time.
The sexual initiation of his sisters began to tell. When he went to his first house of prostitution he was not able to make the usual erotic contact and he asked the girl to roll over on her stomach.
"That'll be another fiver," she said dully.
The boy agreed to pay and thrust himself into the prostitute in the fashion he craved. By now his maleness had grown to its full size so that the entry was difficult. This extra tightness thrilled the boy even more. The prostitute had a lubricant for just such forms on intercourse and she told the boy to use it. Once he greased up his rigid flesh he plowed into the girl with less difficulty.
All men had a form of erotic play that they like especially but Frank's urge to have anal intercourse eventually led to tragedy. He was assigned to a ship and, after six months at sea, was unable to control his urges any longer. Although he was not a homosexual he tried to get a husky sailor to roll over for him in order that he may enjoy anal intercourse. The sailor he asked happened to be one who was not adverse to homosexual advances. In fact, on his shore leaves, he often picked up homosexuals in bars just so he could sell his body.
Frank and the sailor found a private part of the ship and they engaged in anal intercourse. When Frank was finished the sailor asked him to satisfy him orally, too.
"I'm no queer," Frank insisted. "I was just hard-up."
Frank, who had been initiated into all the sexual experiences a woman could give him, did not feel that it was too unusual to now enjoy all the sexual forms another male could offer. He slipped to his knees and took the sailor's raging manhood into him. When the sailor released Frank knew he had discovered another way to satisfy his longings.
At first the husky sailor only wanted to be the "passive" member of their homosexual get-togethers since he had never been "active" before. But, in time, both young teenaged sailors were making love to each other on a regular basis.
A ship, being a very narrow world, was no place to have homosexual intercourse. The boys were found out and discharged. Frank didn't go back to the farm and, with the boy he had been discharged with, roamed the country, living off homosexuals. For awhile Frank tried women a-gain but he discovered that he was now more interested in his own sex. In the homosexual world anal intercourse was accepted erotic practice while it was not so in the "straight" society.
Frank's desire for large-bottomed males got him into trouble again. He made the mistake of attempting to pick up a vice cop. A judge, unable to see why a good-looking manly boy like Frank would seek out homosexual adventures, sent him to a mental ward. It was here that Frank told the full story of his early seduction by his sisters. The doctor pointed out that he was not really homosexual and that his problems began with incest. If the three mature females had not made anal intercourse so attractive to him he would not have sought it out in other males once he was denied female company.
Today Frank is a young man living somewhere in America. The doctors who had examined him can only hope that he is not in some homosexual area seeking out another male.
As for Frank's sisters; Rose, Caroline and Mary, they are still on the farm. Their parents died a few years ago and they are now three, middle-aged women whose only memory of heterosexual love was with their thirteen year old brother many winters past. There is little hope that they will even leave the farm.
Ken, age 15 Wanda,, age 47
When Wanda remarried she was well into middle-age and she had a daughter named Kathy, age 17, by her previous marriage. Her new husband was as old as she and he had a son by a previous marriage of his, Ken, just turned 15.
The teenagers were good looking and both step-parents admired the other's offspring. But Wanda began to see that her new husband looked upon the shapely blonde girl with something other than step-fatherly eyes. Kathy was not one to decline male attention, either, and Wanda expected the worst.
The worst happened when Wanda and her step-son were out shopping for the weekend. They came home earlier than they had expected and Wanda saw a flash of nakedness in the next room. She told the boy to stay behind while she investigated. She looked into the bedroom and saw her husband and her daughter, completely naked, locked in an erotic embrace.
She started to scream at the two and young Ken, attracted by the noise, looked in and saw his father and step-sister standing against the wall in the nude.
"See! See!" Wanda cried to the boy. "Look at your father! He is a rapist! My girl is only seventeen!"
Wanda knew that her sensual daughter needed very little encouragement to fall into bed yet she could not bear the thought that her new husband desired the young girl over her. After she calmed down her husband pointed out the fact that publicity would hurt them all so why call the police?
"Just keep your dirty hands off my daughter!" Wanda snapped and stomped out of the room.
The woman did not share her husband's bed for the next month but she had the suspicion that this was no punishment for him. As much as she kept her eye on the man he always managed to slip away when Kathy was outside, too.
Once the girl turned eighteen and was within the age of consent Wanda knew she had lost this one weapon she could always hold over her husband. She returned to his bed but his love-making was lackluster. Wanda knew that he could turn out better performances so she could only conclude that he had lost interest in her. And he had lost interest because he had found someone younger and prettier ... her daughter.
Wanda never caught the two together again but she was sure that they were meeting. Her frustration grew and she considered getting a divorce. Yet, could she dare bring into court the information about who the "other woman" was?
She had loved her new husband when she had married him but now it had turned to hate. She wondered just how she could get back at him. How could you exact revenge against a, man who turned you down for your own daughter?
And then fifteen year old Ken walked into the room. Her face flushed. That would be a way! She could seduce the boy just as her husband had taken her daughter!
Wanda could not bring herself to make any advances on the boy. The idea that a woman of forty-seven would have relations with a boy of fifteen was just too revolting especially when that boy was her step-son. Why, that was incest, too!
And yet, the more Wanda realized that she had lost her husband to her daughter, the more she learned to live with incest under her own roof. She began to look at the boy in a way a mother, even a step-mother, should not look.
Ken was well-built with a square, clean-cut face and blue eyes. When she stood next to him the boy was taller by an inch. Even though he was only fifteen he was almost an adult as far as size went. This made Wanda less nervous about starting her first sexual advance. He was more like a young man than a young boy, she told herself.
One night Wanda's husband claimed he had to go to a business meeting. After he left she checked Kathy's room. As she expected the girl was not there. Her husband always had "business b3 meetings" when the shapely blonde girl was out.
Wanda smiled to herself. She was not going to be stepped on anymore. She walked to her stepson's room wearing only a terry cloth robe and knocked at the door. The youngster opened it and Wanda entered with some excuse about planning next summer's vacation. The boy was wearing a robe, too, and had been reading while lying on his bed. Wanda sat next to him and placed her hand on his bare chest. "Do you always sleep naked, Ken?" she asked.
The boy blushed. "Well, only when it gets hot."
"I bet you play with yourself under the covers," Wanda teased.
"No. No," he insisted, taken aback by the woman's frank discussion.
"Oh, come on, Ken," she continued to tease. "All boys your age masturbate. Nothing to be ashamed of. I've never raised you as a boy but I know that parents shouldn't scold their children just because they find pleasure in self-relief. That's what is, is, Ken, self-relief. It used to be called self-abuse but that went out of style. It made too many kids feel guilty."
"Is that what you came in to talk about?" Ken asked.
Wanda pressed her hand against his chest harder. "That and a lot of other things. We should get to know one another better, Ken. We should get to know one another like your father and my daughter."
The boy started to know just why his stepmother had come to him in the first place. "You mean ... exactly the way they know one another?" he asked in a high-pitched voice.
"I guess your father hasn't been fooling you, huh, Ken?" she answered. "Just like my daughter hasn't been fooling me. But I'll bet we could fool both of them."
Wanda let her hand run down the boy's broad chest and looked directly into his wide blue eyes. The fifteen year old was now convinced that his step-mother wanted to seduce him. He knew that he shouldn't permit her to go further yet his powerful sexual needs had been awakened. At the age of fifteen he was more than ready for his first sexual experience. So far, as Wanda had suggested, he had been limited to masturbation. But ... to have a woman!
She let her hand slip down to the boy's manly flesh. She was surprised to see that he was so well-endowed. He was almost a man. She could provide the completion.
Wanda stood up and took off her terry cloth-robe. She stood in front of her step-son naked. For a woman of forty-seven she was shapely. There was not an extra pound on her and her body seemed that of a much younger woman.
Ken blushed and smiled. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "You're a doll!"
The mature woman enjoyed his boyish outburst. Although she knew she was not all that attractive to a boy who had never had sexual relations with a. female she must appear like a goddess.
Wanda lay next to him in the narrow bed and kissed him on the lips. The boy responded by opening his mouth. They played their tongues against one another's in the "French" style. Wanda, who had started this affair out of sheer revenge, found herself becoming as excited as the boy was. She had not been "French-kissed" in years. Her new husband had not even started to kiss her in this delightful manner.
The fifteen year old boy grasped and groped at her body with searching hands. He grabbed her sexual area and ran his fingers into her flesh. Wanda felt his young heart pound against her breast. How much he wanted her!
And, how much she wanted him...
With urging hands Wanda led the boy to a position on top of her. "You're doing just fine," she complimented him. "There is nothing to it, really. Just do what comes naturally."
Her muscular step-son pushed his engorged male flesh down into her body. Wanda felt her whole being thrill to this intrusion of youthful manhood. He was not as largely built as either of her husbands but his hard, thrusting power more than made up for it.
After his first few sexual stabbings the fifteen year old boy found his pace and began to move in and out of his step-mother with strength and skill. Wanda clutched at his bare back and brought her knees upward. She moved with him, bringing her long years of sexual experience into being. She wanted the boy to really enjoy this, his first venture into love.
Desire welled up in the woman's body as it had when she had been on her first honeymoon. The boy was reaching her, touching her in areas that she thought had been dried up through years of neglect. But now this raging bull of a boy was making her feel like a woman again.
Wanda's lust came to a climax in shaking spasms. At that same moment the fifteen year old poured out his molten desire in a flood. They clung to one another as tightly as possible until passion slowly waned.
The handsome boy unlimbered his desire-filled body and lay next to her. "That was wonderful," he told her quietly. "I never knew it could be so good."
"Neither did I," the woman answered.
The middle-aged woman then looked across the pillow and saw the baby-faced young boy. With her strong emotions out of her system she realized just how very young the lad was ... and just what her relationship to him was. Incest!
Wanda got up suddenly and put on her robe. The boy seemed disappointed. "Don't leave," he begged.
"I'm sorry, Ken," she told him. "I've been wicked."
"No, you've been wonderful," he answered. "Look, it wasn't as if you were my real mother."
"What difference does it make? I should have known better. I'm sorry. It is just that this affair between those other two has upset me so."
Ken got out of bed naked and put his arms around her. "I understand why you did it. I don't mind. I want to do it again with you."
Wanda felt the closeness of the healthy, youthful male. He had already been more of a husband to her than his father. And her daughter was being more of a wife to him than she was. A weird, sick, unhappy situation.
The woman broke away from the nude boy and ran into her room where she cried for two hours. She had actually seduced a fifteen year old boy! Her own step-son!
Downstairs the door opened and closed. She heard giggles and whispers. Then she heard her daughter walk up the stairs followed by heavy footsteps. Her husband. Now they weren't even going to disguise the fact that they have been seeing one another outside.
Her husband came in and Wanda could see that he was a bit drunk. He claimed that he had just met Kathy coming in the door. Wanda said nothing. If he wanted her daughter then take her. She had had his son.
The strained relationships among the four people in the house was near the breaking point. Wanda and her husband slept together and had sex now and then but in was really a house of incest. Wanda tried to avoid the boy but she, in her loneliness and her hate for her husband, was drawn to him. While the man and the girl were making love someplace on the outside she and the boy made love inside the house.
Wanda could see that her husband and daughter did not know that she, too, was involved in incest. Both were so wrapped up in one another they couldn't see much of anything beyond their own passions. But Wanda wanted them to see and understand. Having sex with Ken on the sly did not satisfy her need for revenge. She wanted to show her husband that she could attract someone very young and pretty herself.
One evening Wanda took the fifteen year old boy to bed with her knowing that her husband would be in any minute. As she engaged in sex relations with the man's son she heard him coming up the stairs. She kept the boy close to her and then he heard the footsteps, too. "Dad!" he gasped in panic.
Wanda kept holding the boy as he struggled to get off of her. The door opened and the man gazed at the scene of incest in shock. His face went chalk-white. "Wanda ... Ken..." he managed to say.
"Dad, I..., " the boy said but could go no further. There was nothing to say.
Wanda, however, wanted to have this moment and cherish it. "Well, turn about is fair play, as the saying goes. You have my girl and I have your boy. That makes us even, doesn't it?"
"He's only a child!" her husband roared.
"He's only fifteen years old!"
"And is Kathy much older?" Wanda cried. "How does it feel to have your child seduced?"
The man leaped on Wanda and clutched her throat. Ken fought desperately to break his grip but he watched in horror as the woman's face turned red and then purple. Her eyes bulged out and then rolled back with the whites showing. Only then did the man realize that he had just killed his wife.
Stunned by what he had just done he called the police and told them the whole story. The sordid affair of incest was unfolded in a closed court to protect the minor boy involved. The man was sentenced to prison for a term of twenty years.
Kathy left town immediately after that and was never heard from again. In one day she had lost her mother and her lover. Ken stayed with relatives for awhile but he never really got over the tragedy. He wandered about the country getting into petty trouble until he discovered the solace drugs could bring. Only with drugs was he able to blot out the terrible memory of what had happened to him when he was only fifteen.
Once hooked on drugs Ken turned pusher to support his habit. He was arrested for it and then sent to the same prison where his father was still serving time for murder. Having a father and son in the same prison is very unusual but, what makes this case even more unusual is that the two never speak to one another when they meet behind the walls. They have become strangers.
A CASE OF KIDNAPPING
It is difficult enough for an adult to bear life behind the walls of an institution but it is hell on a child. At this writing there are literally hundreds of thousands of children in hundreds of institutions of one type or another all over the country. Some of these places are juvenile homes, others are mental hospitals, others are prisons, others are hospitals and others are orphanages. Children ranging in age from birth to their late teens are spending their childhoods in drab wards waiting only to grow older in order that they will be sent free to fend for themselves. These are the children who never know childhood.
There are adults taking care of these young ones in institutions but, with so many children and so few grown-ups, the best they can manage is care on a strictly custodial basis. Affection, personal attention arc luxuries institutionalized children rarely have.
Yet, sometimes a child especially appeals to an adult and receives this extra attention. And too many times this special appeal is sexually based. Adults with sexual problems have always been drawn to working with children and the people who run the institutions must be careful to weed them out before they can do any harm. Men with erotic interests in little girls and boys are always being fired by institutions after they have been caught molesting their charges, the very ones they have been hired to protect.
But men aren't the only ones who have erotic interests in children. In" the past several years there have been a sudden rise in the number of females who have been fired for sexual misconduct with their charges. Sadists, too, are drawn into child welfare. In an institution they have so many little ones to beat and torture. Now and then a child is found dead in mental ward, home or prison under doubtful circumstances. Murder is another thing an institutionalized child must face.
And kidnapping is another as this unusual case will show:
Andy, age 10. Diana, age 33.
After her husband was killed in an automobile crash Diana was at loose ends. With no children to support she was free to travel but she did not know where to go. Her husband had been the center of her life and now that center was gone. She felt hollow and empty.
Diana was not one to give her love lightly and she could not bring herself to indulge in passing affairs with men she just met. She found no trouble in meeting men because she was good looking with a full, sexual figure and a warm disposition. Men told her that it was a waste not to share her body with someone who would appreciate it. That someone was always themselves.
Diana considered marrying again but she just could not find the man she liked. Actually she was really looking for a man exactly like her dead husband who had been handsome, kind, thoughtful, generous and everything that rarely comes wrapped up in a single package. Her husband had been an exception and he had spoiled her for all other men.
The young widow had to support herself if she could not or would not find a man to do it. She had gone into marriage right from high school graduation and so she had no special skill. She worked at menial jobs that required no special skill like waitress, counter girl, store clerk and others. One day she was serving behind a counter and a woman who worked at a local orphanage came in and told her that she seemed to good for this kind of job. Diana readily agreed. "But there is nothing else do," she added.
"Do you like children?" the woman asked suddenly.
Diana had always wanted children but she could not have them. The woman told her that the orphanage was always looking for responsible adults to look over the children. The pay wasn't much but she would have a place to stay and meals. And then there was the satisfaction of helping the little ones which certainly had to be more satisfying than filling cups of coffee and ordering sandwiches.
The young widow agreed and filed her application the next day. Since there was nothing in her past to call for her rejection she was accepted.
The first look at the institution stunned the young widow. It was so terribly drab! Silent, sad-faced boys and girls between the ages of six and fourteen moved up and down the dark halls like wooden creatures.
The orphanage had to be run with a strict, firm hand because there simply were not enough adults to watch over everyone at every minute. The only thing the adults there could do was to herd the children from one place to another as if they were cattle. To take time to talk to a single child was out of the question. The adults in charge had to spread themselves too thinly as it was.
Diana's heart went out to the orphans but she could not seem to get close to anyone special. They were all greedy for her time and attention. They sensed that she was affectionate and they all tried to grab as much of it as they could. Other adults simply turned cold in order to be left alone. Diana knew that she would turn as cold as the rest and just herd the small ones around as if they were something less than human.
One of Diana's biggest jobs was to break up fights that always occurred. She once saw a little boy being beaten by an older one and she rushed in to save him. The beaten boy was a cute ten year old whose parents had deserted him. His name was Andy.
The little boy flung his arms around Diana for protection and would not let her go. Diana was touched by his pathetic need for affection and protection and she brought him into her office instead of the room he shared with twenty eight other boys. She placed him on her h. and soothed away his tears. Diana knew she had to be watching over the ward instead of tending to one small charge but she gave into her maternal need for once. Andy seemed so small and defenseless. He had sad, brown button eyes and dark, curly hair. His skin was very pale and he reminded Diana of those paintings that featured sad, big-eyed children. She had seen many unhappy, beautiful children in the place but none had touched her so quickly and so deeply as this ten year old. She just could not keep her hands off of him. The young widow pressed the child against her body and felt his warmth. And she hoped that he was feeling hers. She did not want to turn cold. She wanted to cling on to her humanity as she clung on to the child.
A fight broke out in the ward and Diana had to leave the boy to break it up. When she stepped into the ward split open pillows were everywhere. She had taken too much time away from her duties to attend one small boy.
No matter how pressed for time was she Diana always made an effort to contact Andy. The other orphans quickly sensed that he was her pet. They made him an object of their cruelty as they had with all children who seemed to be placed above the rest. When Andy ran into her arms with his face bloody because of another beating she didn't care if she did shirk her duties, she took the ten year old into her office and showered her complete attention on him. Andy snugged into her arms. "Can't you adopt me?" he asked timidly.
"I can't because I have no husband." she answer. "Every boy needs both a mother and father."
"I don't care. You're all I want," he said.
Andy's frail voice touched her so much that Diana burst out in tears. She knew the kind of life the boy had to look forward to. If he survived the orphanage he would be sent to a trade school. If he was lucky enough to show any mechanical skill. If not he would stay in the institution until he was eighteen and then, if his mind had not been affected by the time he spent there, would be sent out into the world to make his own way.
In her short time at the institution Diana had seen children broken down by the lack of affection that only a home could provide. Some withdrew and others became violent. Andy was the type of withdraw into a shell. He would not ever see the free world again. Once the orphanage broke him he would be sent to a mental institution where he would live out his days in a twilight existence.
The only hope the boy had of survival was adoption but he was already much too old for that. Adoptive parents wanted children no older than there. Diana knew that little Andy was due for a life behind institutions walls for the crime of being left an orphan. She decided to save him. The only way he could survive was for her to take him away. It was kidnapping, a serious charge, but she felt that his sanity and happiness were even more serious matters.
It was no great trick for Diana to kidnap Andy. Often the adults who worked at the institution took their favorites outside for a walk, a soda or a movie. When Diana asked permission to take Andy she was readily granted the wish.
As the young widow walked down the long pathway leading from the institution she held little Andy's hand tightly. She was aware that she was technically guilty of a crime once she refused to return with the child but she didn't care. She would not permit her Andy to return to that half-dead existence of institutional life.
In order not to arouse any suspicions Diana left her luggage at the institution. All she had with her was some money and the orphan boy. The young widow wanted to get away as far as possible from the city she had worked in and spent some of her money on a bus leaving town. The boy was totally off guard and didn't realize that he was being the victim of a kidnapping.
Diana and the boy got off the bus six hours later in another state. Now that she had crossed state lines the young widow was guilty of a federal crime and this would bring the FBI, in on the case.
Andy began to realize that this was no ordinary outing. Diana took him on still another bus and they traveled for the rest of the night. The next morning they were almost a thousand miles away from the institution. By now Diana was sure that the people in charge of the orphanage had called the police.
The young woman found an out-of-the-way motel and signed herself in under a phony name that included Andy as her "son." She and the boy curled up together on the room's only bed and fell fast asleep. Diana hardly left the room for the best part of the next day and ventured out only because Andy became restless. She smiled as she watched the boy romp by himself in the area around the motel. For once he did not have the pressure of many other children about him. And he had Diana all to himself. The young woman informed the lad that she had "adopted" him. Andy accepted this right away and he smiled for the first time in months.
There was the problem of making a living facing the kidnapper and Diana sounded out the owner of the motel about a possible job. There was a very low-paying job as chamber maid but, if she accepted it, she would have the room she lived in with the boy rent-free.
Diana accepted the employment. The motel was a perfect hide-away. Since it was summer she did not have to concern herself over the fact that Andy was not at school, something that would surely cause people to ask questions. During her working day peeling off bedcovers, sweeping out rooms and such she kept the boy at her side helping her. Andy did not mind. He was overjoyed at being so close to the woman he loved so much of the time.
This closeness formed the fertile soil of the sexual behavior that was to come. Once Andy followed her into the bathroom where she wanted to take a shower. She told him to leave but the boy wondered why he couldn't take a shower with her. Diana, at first, reasoned that the child was too young to have any erotic drives and removed her clothes. When she stepped into the shower little Andy looked at her lush nakedness with those great, soft dark eyes of his. He took off his clothes and stepped into the shower stall with the woman. Diana turned on the water and ran a bar of soap all over his shoulders and down his back. She knelt to touch his lower parts. Then she discovered that the child was sexually aroused. His tiny, stiff organ pointed right up at her like a finger. Diana was amused by this show of desire in one so young. She rubbed her hands over his young body and the boy reached out and touched her breasts. Together they ran their hands over one another's damp, soapy bodies. Diana kept telling herself that this was an innocent session in the shower. Mothers of ten year old boys often bathed them ... didn't they?
Yet, despite herself, Diana felt a genuine sexual need fill her. The ten year old was so sweet and beautiful that she had to bring him closer to body. Andy snuggled up to her as he had done so many times before and she felt his stiffened little maleness against her. Instead of pushing him a-way the thirty-three year old woman clasped the ten year old boy against her even more. Ever since her husband had died she had never felt this closeness.
After the two stepped out of the shower and dried themselves Diana could not bring herself to put her clothes back on. She enjoyed this nakedness with the child. Again she reasoned that it was all innocent. In nudist camps grown women and young boys are together.
She picked Andy up and he curled his legs a-round her waist and his arms around her neck. Diana held him by cupping her hands under his taut buttocks. In this fashion she walked into the bedroom with him. Still unable to break this warm, close, nakedness Diana went under the covers with Andy.
The boy rubbed his head between her breasts and Diana's nipples stiffened. She had always wanted to have a baby suck her nipples and she found herself offering ten year old Andy her flesh. She placed one of her round, hard nipples against his small mouth and the boy took it as if responding to an age-old instinct.
The mature woman groaned as the young boy pressed against her in oral contact. She had not meant to go this far with the lad but, inch by inch, she neared the experience which would not be innocent no matter how she would try to justify it.
Young Andy had stirred the woman's inner needs and she was becoming less maternal and more sexual. Her naked flesh began to cry for satisfaction. She rolled over on her back and took the boy with her. As his mouth still worked on her breast his stiff finger of flesh brushed against her sexual area. The touch was electric. Andy brought his head up and gazed down at where the contact had been made. Diana knew that this was as far as she could possibly go but her emotions were now excited to such an extent she had to complete the act.
The young widow pressed her hands against the child's buttocks and pushed him down. His maleness poked into her immediately. She held the boy with both her hands and then moved down and up to start the erotic motion. Andy took over the basic movement and like a little man, he engaged in intercourse with the grown woman.
The pressure of his young body upon her thrilled Diana. She was too aroused at this point to cope with the guilt involved. She embraced his small back and pressed him against her thrusting nipples as he pushed into her.
And then his climax came. The young boy stopped suddenly, confused by this sexual reaction. Diana clamped her fingers over his small rump and held him tight against her until he completed his erotic moment.
When the moment had passed she stroked the boy's fine hair and urged her nipples at him. He took one and continued the oral caressing. His little body trembled at this sexual experience and Diana kissed and fondled him until he calmed down.
After awhile the child fell asleep and Diana stared at the darkened ceiling above her. What had she done? What had made her seduce a ten year old boy? She looked at him sleeping next to her. His maleness hung limp and child-like. She had taken his virginity. And yet, as guilty as she was, Diana could not help but hold the boy against her again. In this cold world everyone needed something warm to cling to.
Diana finally fell asleep but was awakened about dawn by an erotic dream. She felt that her husband was having intercourse with her. When she awoke she discovered the naked ten year old boy on top of her thrusting into her flesh. In the daylight this scene appeared to look a lot worse than it had last night. "Andy! Stop that!" she snapped.
The child was at the peak of his love-making and could not stop. Diana pushed him off of her. As the contact was broken he spewed out his passion against her thighs. Diana ran her hand over this virile evidence in an effort to brush it away. But the smell of it burst through her feeling of shame and guilt and reached her inner needs again. She licked at her hand and now tasted as well as smelled maleness. She thought of her husband. Oh, the nights they had spent together in bed! The things that they had done!
She looked at the naked little boy who seemed stricken by the abrupt rejection of his attempt at love. His finger of lust was hard with wanting. Diana bent towards him and encompassed this throbbing finger orally. Andy was restirred by this new contact and he clamped his little legs over her face. He let loose his desire once more.
Diana knew that she had to end this sexual relationship between the ten year old orphan boy and herself. When she worked during the day she told the child to play around the motel. Once the beautiful boy was out of sight it was easy for her to resolve that she would not have sexual relations with him again. But, when night came, and the boy reached out for her in the dark, this resolve disappeared. Diana gave up any hope of ending the unnatural affair between herself and the ten year old. She gave herself completely to sexual excess. She wanted this child, wanted him in every way. She led the boy into a variety of erotic expressions and she soon had him performing every sexual act possible between a male and a female.
The boy changed. He became much surer of himself and the sadness had left his face. There was power in human love, Diana thought. She had done more for the child than any institution could ever do. This was the justification that made her compromise her guilt. She had cured the child of mental illness by the shock treatment of sexual love.
Andy could have become just as sure of himself and just as happy without the sex but Diana had to excuse her actions somehow. She had to find some reason why she took the child in her arms every night and engaged in sexual activity. She wondered where it would all lead to. She wondered if the boy would grow up with her as her lover.
This was not to be. A month after the kidnapping the FBI, found Diana and Andy in the motel. The little boy was suddenly made insecure and unhappy again and he clung to the woman as she was taken away.
The technical charge of kidnapping was dropped because it was clear that Diana had acted out of misguided affection in taking the child away from the orphanage. Still, the authorities could not just let her go free so they sent her to a mental hospital. Once behind the institution's walls Diana recognized the full impact of her guilt and confessed her affair with a doctor for the first time. "I want to be punished," she told him. "Get the FBI, again. I have withheld important information. I should be sent to the gas chamber for what I did to Andy."
The doctor took down all the information she gave him but did not call the police or FBI. Why make a bad condition worse? But, while the doctor refused to punish her, Diana punished herself. She brooded over her guilt in seducing a boy into all kinds of sexual behavior even after she was freed. If someone wanted to be punished it was easy enough to find. Diana found hers by destroying herself with drink. It took another seven years but she finally past the death sentence upon herself when she died of alcoholic poisoning in a charity ward.
About the time Diana was drawing her last breath Andy, now eighteen, was released from the orphanage. His years behind the walls had broken him and he was really not prepared to meet the world. But, because the institution needed space, they released him knowing that he was a borderline case of mental illness. The shy, withdrawn boy worked as a dishwasher and slept in a furnished room. Although he was handsome and girls liked him he could not assert himself. An institution was not a place to learn social skills. The only warm, human relationship he had enjoyed had been with the woman who had kidnapped him eight years ago. He longed to repeat it. Andy looked for Diana all over the country. It was the one thing that kept him sane. When he finally discovered that she had died he went all to pieces. With this only string that held his mind in balance cut he withdrew from the world completely. Today Andy is living out the rest of his life in a state mental hospital. And, as Diana had once predicted, he will probably die there.
Would Diana and Andy still be alive and happy today if they had not been found? Or would the relationship have eventually led to even greater tragedy? Certainly an affair between a thirty-three year old woman and a ten year old boy was an abnormal one but couldn't it have been better than the life both finally were thrust into? While the mature woman had seduced the child at least she had given the warmth, the closeness, the love the boy was in desperate need for. There is a healing power in human love ... even in misguided love.
HAPPY ENDINGS
Not all relationships between older women and young boys end in tragedies. Many such relationships do both parties a great deal of good. The only reason we do not hear about the happy endings is that the sad ones wind up on police records and in the files of mental hospitals: The only way happy affairs between older women and younger boys are discovered is when the involved parties volunteer the information.
This chapter will explore two such relationships. The now adult men who volunteered the information about their pasts are successful and happily married and they owe their present condition to their affairs with much older women when they were very young. Both men wish to protect their identities so that even the first names given are not their own. This is the only fiction in these cases. The rest is all true.
Morgan, age 14 June, age 35
Morgan was an exceptionally handsome boy, beautiful, in fact, and he was well aware of it. Everyone spoiled him, especially woman. As he grew older he assumed that he had a right to be catered to simply because he was so attractive. Because of his looks he became a professional child model and he soon made more money than did his father. He went into acting and, although he was not very good at it, his looks seemed to carry him through the productions he was involved in.
The theatre world has always had more than its share of homosexuals and the tall, blond, beautiful boy was eyed by some of these men when he worked on stage. While the majority of homosexuals drew the line at children not all were that honorable. When he was only twelve an actor in the company he worked with invited him to his apartment. There, without much encouragement, young Morgan allowed himself to be seduced by the older man. It was easy for the boy to fall into the homosexual pattern because he was brought up to assume the feminine role. Boys usually don't depend on their looks to attract attention but Morgan did. Boys usually didn't assume that girls would chase him but Morgan did. At the age of twelve, when his male identity had not been formed, the pretty boy model-actor moved casually into his first homosexual experience.
Morgan found that he enjoyed having other males perform sex acts upon him and encouraged every homosexual he met to partake of his boyish flesh. It wasn't long before he experimented with the more active role in the love-making. By the time he reached the age of fourteen Morgan had become a homosexual.
Since the boy was not obviously effeminate he could hide his inclinations. Yet he picked up some of the "gay" mannerisms from the chorus boys he worked with sometimes. His youth and beauty made him the darling of every cast he was in and the knowledge that he was actively homosexual made him the center of male attention.
Show people have always been more tolerant of homosexuals than those in other professions. They were so common in productions that they were barely noticed. Everyone in the business knew that at least two of the top male movie stars in the country were "queens" and there was some doubt about two or three others. In this tolerant atmosphere Morgan stretched his feminine wings. He took it for granted that he had "been born" to be homosexual.
When the fourteen year old boy was signed for a role in a musical comedy the other cast members thought it amusing that one so young would be so gay. That is, all but the leading lady, June, a strikingly good looking woman of thirty-five. Un-like most people in show business she was not amused by homosexuality especially in such a young boy. June had been married to a man who later abandoned her ... for another man. She could never get over this assault on her femininity. Although she was a star and an idol of millions of men she could not hold the man she had. It would have been bad enough to lose him to a young girl but not to a boy! This made her feel that she wasn't the woman she had thought of herself as being. After the break-up of her marriage she took on a series of lovers but she never wanted to commit herself to one certain man a-gain. She wanted shallow affairs that would gratify her sexual needs and no more. The stage provided for all the rest of her needs.
In the musical she was to play Morgan's kooky aunt. The boy did not have that much to say or do but he was with June all the time he was onstage. The leading actress found that she liked the boy which was unusual for her. All the other times she could not bear children on the stage with her. They were natural scene stealers. As a matter-of-fact, June did not care much for children off stage, either. Yet Morgan was an exception. Her affection for the boy was not at all maternal but rather sisterly. She felt protective towards the fourteen year old boy and couldn't stand the gay types in the musical fluttering a-round him. She thought it a dirty shame that he would one day be like those twittering twerps of chorus boys. Even they had to have been young children at one time.
The musical was taken on a pre-Broadway tour. June did not want to see the boy wind up with some homosexual when hotel accommodations were made so she offered to share her rooms with him?"
Morgan felt flattered that the lead of the show had taken such an interest in him. The leading man knew that June was being protective and informed her, "Sweety, forget it. The kid is already gay. Why try to protect him when he's messed with half the chorus boys by now."
"Why, do you want to share your place with him?"
The actor winked. "Doll, you know I go for the rough trade types. Morgan is just too young and tender for me. I'll be interested when he gets bigger and hairier. That is, if he gets bigger and hairier. He looks more like a girl to me."
"He looks like a very young, very lost little boy to me," June answered.
When the fourteen year old boy moved in with June the cast understood that she was trying to protect the youngster against homosexuals. Not a single one realized that, eventually, she would make the boy into her lover. June had just too many grown men after her to have any desire to turn to young boys.
As the star of the show June had the best quarters. It was a simple thing for the hotel to move in an extra bed for Morgan since she occupied a suite. The boy was good company, the thirty-five year old actress found. He chatted and gossiped just like ... a girl. His effeminate nature made their sharing of the same suite less unusual. June felt as if he were a young actress rather than a young actor.
June never gauged the extent of just how far the boy had gone on the road to a lifetime of weird behavior until she came into the apartment one day to see him wearing one of her dresses. His face was made-up just like a girl and he smiled when he saw June. "Did I fool you?" he asked.
The actress knew that protecting Morgan against turning homosexual was like closing the barn door after the horse had left. At the very tender age of fourteen his sexual nature seemed to be fixed.
Or, was it?
Is it possible to change a boy before he made homosexuality his life?
Would it have been possible to have changed her husband if she had known in time?
The thirty-five year old actress looked unhappily upon the fourteen year old boy prancing about in her dress and in make-up. The idea of what she had to do to save the boy from himself first entered her head. It did not seem so terrible. It was a lot less terrible than having him swish through life in women's clothes and women's feelings.
"Take off the dress, Morgan," she said quietly.
"Oh, I thought you'd be amused," he told her. "I'm sorry."
The boy was about to go into the next room, the one where his bed stood. June held him back. "Take it off here, Morgan. Don't be shy. I've seen boys without clothes before."
Morgan, in his self-love, did not turn down the opportunity to exhibit himself. He took off her dress and stood in front of her completely naked. The boy had a good body and his sexual parts were of normal size and unaroused. June looked upon this as a bad omen. What other fourteen year old boy would not be stiff with want in the same situation? It was if another female had uncovered herself before her.
"You are nicely built, Morgan," she said. "Thank you," the boy answered fielding the compliment as if he were used to it.
"A boy with your looks and build can get any girl he wants," she went on. "Do you have many girl friends?"
"I have lots of friends," he smiled. "I know. Those chorus kids. They're not for you, Morgan. Don't turn out like them. They lead miserable lives. Oh, it may seem like fun while you're still a boy, Morgan, but have you seen these middle-aged gays ... these old fags?"
"But everybody is doing it, June, like the song goes!" he answered shrilly. "Why pick on me?"
"I think someone should. Someone should stop you before it is too late. And I'm electing myself to at least give it a try."
June removed her clothes in front of the boy. While Morgan had had quite a few males he had never seen a naked female. He watched with almost objective pleasure as the thirty-five year old actress exposed her full nakedness to him. June, because of the demands of her profession, kept herself in excellent shape. Her breasts were high and firm, capped by bright rose-bud nipples. Her sexual area had a light coating of pubic hair so that her slitted opening could be seen easily. She had the body of a girl in her late teens. When she stood next to the fourteen year old naked boy their age difference seemed to disappear.
Morgan lost his objective interest and his feelings became more personal. Desire entered his male flesh and filled it out with the hardness of lust. June smiled and stroked his show of virility. "You're quite a man, Morgan," she said. "At this rate, by the time you're fully grown, you'll be able to make the most jaded woman happy."
She stood closer against him and rubbed his throbbing flesh along her opening. "Here is the place, Morgan. Men are supposed to have women. Men are not supposed to have men. That's sickness. Come to bed with me."
June took his hand and led the young naked boy over to her bed. She lay on top of the covers and spread her legs. Morgan stared at her female part harder.
"It won't bite," the mature woman told him. "I don't care what those miserable gay types have told you it isn't a bad place at all for a virile young male like yourself to visit. Kiss me, dear."
The fourteen year old could not bring himself to place his body directly atop hers so he lay next to her and kissed her mouth. June responded and placed his hands over her breasts to encourage him to play with these globes of flesh. As the boy did he felt her nipples become stiff and thrust up into hard points.
"Women have the same reaction here as you men do down there," she explained and grabbed his rigid flesh. "Isn't it a lot better for people of different sexes, different kinds of bodies to make love? Two men together make a boring session."
June pulled at the boy's flesh, urging him to fall upon her. In an explosion of desire the four-ten year old pressed upon the thirty-five year old actress. His past homosexual experiences were of some use because he was familiar with the erotic use of his body. Morgan thrust his raging manhood into the actress and moved all the way. June was surprised by his manliness. She hadn't thought that he would be quite this virile.
Morgan pumped his desire into the flesh of the actress. Up until now June had thought she was only being helpful but now she was caught up in the sensual display. She swept her arms around the handsome child and rammed her torso up against his thrusting body. Desire mounted in both of them. Morgan's passionate climax came first. His heart beat wildly and his breath was labored as he unburdened his lust.
It was true that June had had many lovers but few had ever brought her to these heights of passion. Her flesh tightened and then relaxed as she reached her peak and then retreated from it. Together the two un-likely lovers; the effeminate young boy and the older and much more experienced woman, moved slowly against each other until their bodies slowly cooled. June kissed the boy on the lips, his cheeks and his neck. "You are so wonderful, darling," she sighed. "You must have been doing this for years."
"No," the boy responded. "This is the first time ... this way."
'Tell me about your other ways."
"I better not," he said. "That's ... queer stuff."
"Darling, there can be nothing queer between a man and a woman, there can only be queer love between men. When a woman does this to a man it isn't queer.. . "
The actress lowered her head until she met his manhood. She wanted to show him that a woman can do anything else another male could ... and better. June took in his flesh again and, being well experienced in all forms of erotic play, artfully brought the young boy into his full power once again. She heard him swallow hard with mounting excitement as she led him towards another passionate peak. And then it came. It came swift, hard and full of the sap of youth. The thirty-five year old actress clutched at his smooth hips and absorbed all of the child's passion.
She then lay next to him and nibbled his ear. "Was that so queer, darling?"
"No ... no," he agreed with a tremble in his voice. "It was beautiful. The best I..."
The boy stopped himself but the actress finished his statement. "The best you've ever had. And all you've had up until now were boys and men. Time for a change. You'll have to begin with women sometimes. Now, do the same to me."
Morgan sat up and fondled her female area. He then bent low to kiss it. The first movements of his mouth were unsure and searching but he quickly mastered the oral act. June parted her legs a bit more and watched his blond head bob against her flesh. His tongue swept into her and the woman thrilled to his youth and beauty. He was meant to love women.
Morgan, with all the passion of a fourteen year old, fell madly in love with the thirty-five year old actress. The older woman encouraged his affections. Now that he had been introduced into heterosexual behavior she wasn't ready to turn him loose again amongst the homos.
To the rest of the cast the boy was going through some kind of puppy-love stage but only he and the object of his attentions knew just how deep their relationship went. She did not have to advise him to keep quiet about their affair. He was old enough and bright enough to realize that it would be frowned upon. June knew that she was running the risk of a scandal that could ruin her career. It was bad enough for a fully grown man to have sex relations with a young girl but it was all but unheard of for a woman her age to seduce a boy of only fourteen.
The musical they both were in reached Broadway. By that time young Morgan had changed completely. Gone were his "faggy" mannerisms, gone were his homosexual adventures. The chorus boys told one another that the leading actress had probably given him a '"good talking to" but none even remotely suspected just how far June had gone in pulling the child back from the ledge of homosexuality.
June still shared her apartment and her bed with the young boy through the run of the play. When it folded they had to part. The boy wanted to be with his love always but June told him that he could easily find another female, one much closer to his own age.
June went to Hollywood to appear in a film and young Morgan went back to live with his parents. They were pleasantly surprised at how manly their son appeared. They had all but acknowledged the fact that he was destined to be
"gay."
Morgan went on to other plays and eventually went to Hollywood as a leading male player. Today Morgan is one of the top ten male stars in Hollywood. He would have been just another flightly chorus boy if it hadn't been for an actress who met his problem squarely when he was only fourteen. Morgan is married to an actress and is the father of several children. No one suspects that he once had had a homosexual past that had been ended when an older woman seduced him.
As for June. She is still active in films but usually as a featured player. Her starring days are over and she leads a quiet life in a cottage she owns in Malibu. She does not need money but can have her pick of film roles. None of her films were memorable but she can truly say that she, at least, made a male star what he is today.
Kyle, age 15 Loretta, age 26
Loretta worked as a nurse in the backwoods of a Southern state. She was a pretty, out-going young woman with a genuine need to help impoverished people. She could have made much more money working in a big city hospital but she choose an area of the country where medical treatment was in short supply and in great demand.
The backwoods people liked Loretta and accepted her even though she was considered to be an "outsider." In the area the young nurse worked the natives were very closed-mouthed and seemed to live far away from the midstream of American society. Scattered all through the deep woods and smoky hills thrived many strange cults and weird beliefs. In some sections women claiming to be witches cast spells for the right price.
Loretta knew enough not to question any of her patients on their beliefs. All she was concerned about was their health. It was difficult enough for the small hospital she worked in to attract the ill because many trusted folk medicine rather than modern technology.
But a case showed up in the hospital that made Loretta rise up in anger against the warped beliefs of some of the hill people. A fifteen year old boy named Kyle was admitted to the hospital because of a scalding injury. The boy had poured boiling water over his sexual parts in order to burn away "evil thoughts and desires."
Young Kyle was a strapping six-footer despite the fact he was only fifteen. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way and full of healthy hungers. But it was misfortune to belong to a weird sect that despised just about every natural feeling. Kyle himself did not join on his own. When he was only seven years old his parents enlisted him into the sect where he was made to swear an oath that he would avoid all "sin" and keep his body "pure."
As a child the boy was undisturbed by the sect's strict rules since he was too young to crave whiskey, cards, tobacco, autos, movies, coffee, tea, books, newspapers and sex. But, as he grew older, he found himself craving the thing that the group forbade most of all. That, of course, was girls.
Kyle felt his erotic stirrings early and began to masturbate when he was eleven. When his mother discovered tell tale stains on his bed clothes she whipped him and told him that he would burn in a lake of fire for all eternity if he did not repent. The terrified boy was brought to a meeting of the sect and, before a couple of hundred people, had to confess his terrible sin. The sect's leader punished him by having him cut firewood for the meeting hall to last all winter.
The only sex allowed in the fanatic group was between married people and only for the purpose of bringing new converts into the world. Even this limited sex was controlled. The husband and wife had to lay with a sheet between them. In this sheet was a hole that allowed the sexual union to take place. Once the husband climaxed he had to leave the room. The wife then had to wait until she found if she missed her period or not. If she was pregnant then the couple had to avoid sex, and all other signs of affection, until after the baby was born. The next time the couple had relations it was, again, to bring another sect member into the fold.
This is how Kyle was born. He came of the only union between his mother and father. In the cabin the couple slept in different beds and they never even exchanged an affectionate word or glance. Young Kyle was being brought up to be a leader of the sect and so it was most important that his "evil" leanings be burnt out of him as soon as they showed. The boy was sure that he was an evil person because he could not keep his mind off sex. The older he got the more he wanted to experience it. Once, while walking with a girl his age through the woods, he had the greatest urge to place his hands over her budding breasts. When he did the girl told her parents that the evil was in young Kyle again. The boy was brought before the membership and had to confess that he had willfully gave in to his lust and touched the sacred form of one of the virginal sisters of the group.
The boy was warned that he was headed for an eternity of agony in the fires if he did not destroy the devil within him. Lust was an invention of Satan to get people to misuse those instruments of reproduction. Kyle had to control his base desires or else be sent into the exterior darkness where there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. Life was meant to be a vale of tears to prepare souls for the kingdom to come in the other world. Life was but a flashing second while eternity endured. Was it worth it to give up an eternity of bliss for a miserable moment of lust? Kyle had to beat the devil within his flesh or else be forever damned.
The young mountain boy trembled when he heard the sect leader warn him about the risk he was running. Why did he desire sex so? Surely there had to be a devil inside his body urging him to commit vile acts such as playing with himself and putting his hands upon a young girl's breasts. He knew that these were evil things and yet he wanted them. Satan seemed to be working to drive him out of the holy sect and into the fires. Kyle decided to fight this fire with fire. He would burn his lust away and the devil with it.
Kyle rushed out of the meeting hall and into his cabin. He put a bucket of water on the stove and waited until it was boiling furiously. He then removed his trousers and poured the boiling water all over his sexual parts. He screamed in agony yet he kept pouring the hot liquid until the bucket was empty. And then he fainted.
When his parents found him they were sure he had been in an accident and called the hospital. Here the twenty-six year old nurse saw the fifteen year old boy for the first time. The boy's parents thought it "evil" for the unmarried nurse to look at their son's injuries but, since she was an outsider and a medical technician, they yielded the point.
The doctor in charge recommended skin grafts and, since he specialized in this area, decided to keep the boy at the small hospital instead of sending him into the city. Loretta thought that Kyle had had an accident until the lad woke up. When he saw her applying salve to his sexual organs he screamed at her, "Go away! I can do that myself!"
"But I'm a nurse," Loretta told him.
"I know that. But you are not suppose to touch me there. No one is. It is sinful. I have burnt the devil out and I want him to stay out."
Loretta wondered about the sanity of the boy at first but she remembered that he was part of a strange group that held all sex as evil save for reproduction purposes. She let the boy alone for awhile. He was in no state to be argued with.
Because skin-grafting was a long process Kyle was going to be in the hospital for months. Loretta knew she had plenty of time to convince the boy that sex was meant to be enjoyed and not damned. She had always avoided crossing the beliefs of her patients but this self-inflicted scalding case made her change her mind about Kyle. She knew, in time, he would reach a point where he would finally kill his sexual desires and be like those hallow-eyed fanatics that abounded in the area. Simply grafting on new skin would not be enough. His total cure lay in his acceptance of sex as a natural and exciting force of life.
Loretta let the boy get used to seeing her a-round. She could see that the big lad was attracted to her. She was so different from the people he had been brought up with. And yet he fought against his attraction. When she wore a tight-fitting dress Kyle said, "Why do you go around offering yourself in temptation? A woman's body should be covered at all times so that her curves are not seen."
The nurse pressed her dress down to accent her figure even more. "I happen to like my shape and so do a lot of boys around here. If they didn't look I'd worry-"
Kyle turned his head away. "You are leading them into the lake of fire," he told her.
Loretta could see that the boy was headed for more trouble. He was only fifteen now. In another few years he would be at the very height of his sexual powers. If he went on feeling guilty about them he might one day slice off the offending organs entirely. There was more than one case of self-castration in the area.
The strapping six-footer was healthy and healed rapidly. His skin grafts took and he was near the end of his hospital stay. While he smiled a little more the boy still clung on to the belief that what he had done was right and proper.
"And what will you do if you have desire a-gain?" Loretta asked him.
"You should not ask such questions," he told her.
"I'm asking this one as a nurse. I want to know in case I can expect you back here with another burn."
"There will be no other burn. I have destroyed the devil in my flesh."
Loretta hated to see such a fine specimen of young manhood deny himself life's greatest joy. She had tried to get him to loosen up while he was at the hospital but he seemed as determined as ever to live without love. Once he left the hospital Kyle was on a desperate road that was torn asunder by his basic needs and his basic beliefs. She had to show him that his needs were normal while his beliefs were not.
And there was only one way she could show him that.
Loretta waited until she was on night duty. When everything was quiet she slipped into Kyle's room. The boy was awake, gazing out of the window at the half moon. She sat on the edge of his bed. "Kyle," she told him quietly, "I can't let you leave the hospital thinking that sex is so evil. If you do you'll be back here with even more serious wounds."
The nurse placed her hand under his blanket and touched his broad chest. She felt his heart pound wildly. She was exciting him already. "Kyle, what I am about to do is not evil. It is the very life force that makes the universe sing. Without it there would be nothing, only ashes and pain."
She pulled down his blanket. The boy was dressed only in pajama bottoms. She undid this single garment. "Let me see how well you've healed. Let me see the grafts."
The fifteen year old allowed her to pull down his pajama bottom telling himself that she only wanted to examine him medically. Loretta saw his large sexual parts with the new crop of pubic hair that had grown since his scalding. He was well-endowed, as much as a fully grown man. She curled her fingers over his maleness. "Can you still grow hard, Kyle?" she asked.
While the boy felt keen sexual stimulation from the young woman's touch but he fought it down. The devil had to be out of his flesh! That's why he had gone through so much pain in the first place. He wanted to push her hand away but he could not. His desire began to fill his body and take possession of him.
Loretta pulled on his flesh and it grew until it became rigid with lust. She smiled at him. "You are in excellent working order, Kyle."
"Please ... go," the boy begged.
Loretta swept her hand over his body. "You don't want me to go, Kyle. That is the normal, healthy thing to do. I want to stay with you, too.
She stood up and undid her dress. As soon as it fell away Kyle turned his head. The nurse kept undressing until she was naked. She stood there in a beam of yellow moonlight until the boy turned his head towards her slowly. His eyes twinkled in the gloom as he saw her nakedness. Her breasts were perfect cones and the dark triangle of her womanhood was bared. The boy gasped. "So ... so beautiful...! "
Loretta walked over to him and took one of his hands. "Is this such an evil thing?" she asked as she placed the tips of his fingers against her female opening.
Kyle's hand jerked for a moment but Loretta held on. She brought his hand up along her naked body until it reached her breasts. This time she let go of his hand and he started to feel her flesh himself. The nurse glanced at his a-roused manhood. It throbbed hugely with passion. She felt that the boy was not quite ready to perform the act aggressively so she decided to assume that role.
The twenty-six year old nurse knelt on the bed astride the naked fifteen year old boy. She took his stiff flesh in her hand and impaled her body upon it. The big boy let out a tiny cry as this contact was made. Loretta lowered herself down slowly until she could go no further. She lay upon the boy with the tips of her breasts digging into his hard body. The nurse rose up and, just as the sexual contact Was about to be broken, plunged down again. She repeated this action several more times with quickening tempo. Under her the youngster kept groaning in a strange mixture of joy and pain. His needs and beliefs were clashing.
"Put your arms around me, Kyle," Loretta ordered. "Embrace me!"
The fifteen year old placed his long arms over her moving back limply but then he suddenly held her fast. His fingers dug into her flesh as she pumped against him.
The boy let out another strange cry. A second later his inner passions burst forth in a flood. Loretta whispered into his ear, "More, darling, more! Give me all you've got!"
Kyle turned quickly. With his large, athletic body he easily had Loretta over on her back. For a moment the nurse thought he wanted to be rid of her but, instead, he assumed the aggressor position and plunged into her even as he spewed out his love.
The fifteen year old was very virile and Loretta could understand what he had to do to keep his powerful passion in check. She held on to him and moved her fingers along his very muscular back. It would be a shame to waste so much manhood on a twisted belief that sex was evil.
Kyle pushed against the naked young woman until he was emptied of desire. His large body shook and he started to weep. "Wrong ... wrong..., " he sobbed.
Loretta held him close in her arms. "No, Kyle," she soothed. "It is right, very right. See, the world is still with us. We have not been damned. The moon still rides the sky. Come, let's look at it."
Together, naked, they walked hand-in-hand to the window. The night was full of stars and a cool breeze wafted over their bodies. Loretta let her hand move over the boy's rump and she kept it there. Kyle reached out and held her in the same manner. Together they gazed silently at the beautiful night until Kyle spoke. "Why was I lied to?" he asked in a deep, masculine tone. "There is nothing wrong with what we did. I don't feel evil at all. I feel ... free.'"
"And you are free, darling," Loretta told him. "You're free of those terrible beliefs that turn good into evil and evil into good."
The tall, nude boy faced her. His cheeks were marked with dried tears. He smiled and pressed against the naked young woman. "I want to marry you," he said.
"I'm too old for you, Kyle. I'm twenty-six and you're only a boy of fifteen. Someday you'll find a girl ... the right girl. Don't look for her in that sect you belong to."
"I once belonged to," he corrected. "My folks made me join when I was just a kid. I'm not a kid anymore. I've finally grown up."
Loretta lay against him and felt his power renewing for still another healing moment of love. "Yes, you've finally grown up," she agreed.
For the rest of Kyle's stay in the hospital he and the young nurse came together sexually almost every night. By the time the boy left he was completely cured of both his scalds and his beliefs. He returned to his parents cabin but he refused to go to another meeting of the sect. His parents were certain that he had been turned against his own kind at the hospital and they arranged for a witch to cast a spell on the place. Kyle watched in amusement as an old crone burnt dead frogs and howled in the direction of the hospital.
The hospital withstood the witch's blast and
Kyle withstood the demands of his parents to rejoin the sect. When they damned him to the "lake of fire" the boy grinned, "Fine. Now that that's settled leave me be."
Kyle ran away from home a year later. He wandered the country seeing how the mainstream of Americans lived. It convinced him that his parents lived in a sick, twisted little world of their own and he was glad that he had escaped it ... with the help of a beautiful young nurse.
As soon as he was old enough Kyle joined the U.S. Marines. He saw action in Korea and was decorated. With his GI Bill benefits he completed college. While at the school he met a girl who later became his wife.
Kyle developed into a tall, handsome, sophisticated man and he was encouraged by a political party to run for a local office. His looks, charm and service record were assets along with his beautiful wife and children. Once he was elected to office by a landslide the party decided that he was due for bigger and better things.
Because Kyle does not want to be identified through the important office he holds now his wish will be granted in this book. It is enough to say that Kyle is one of the freshest faces on the political scene. He has revealed his past with Loretta to express, in some way, his appreciation for what she had done. He also hopes that his revelation may help some other boy who is as deeply troubled by sex as he had been.
Kyle had made an effort to look up the nurse who had given him new life after his discharge from the marines but she had disappeared. The doctor at the hospital told him that she had gone to the west coast but that was all the information he had. Today Loretta should be a woman in her middle-age. Kyle hopes that she will read this chapter and, even though their names have been disguised, will know what she had done for him.
Anna, age 47. Billy, age 13.
Anna had been married three times before she turned to boy seduction. She was always a domineering woman who henpecked her husbands to distraction. Two of them deserted her and one committed suicide. This indicates the type of person Anna was even before she made youngsters objects of her always difficult emotional state. For purposes of this book only one of her young victims will be shown in detail. He represents just one of dozens of boys that this perverted woman had seduced and tortured.
Anna did not have to work because her three husbands had left her with enough money and a completely furnished house so that she had all the time in the world to enjoy her abnormality. The forty-seven year old woman lived alone in a large, frame house in a quiet, sparsely populated section of a large city. She had nothing to do with her neighbors and she was considered to be something of an eccentric. Rumors were that she drank and took dope but neither was true. Her vices were something much stronger than that.
To know Anna you would have to study her past. She was one of a large brood of children and had to fight for her identity very early. Both of her parents were drunks and they ignored their brood while they engaged in long, drunken, pointless arguments. Being one of the oldest girls Anna found that she had to carry the burden of rearing the younger children. She hated being cast as the mother and, in fact, hated everything about life as a result. She looked upon her parents with loathing and upon her younger brothers and sisters with contempt because they demanded so much of her time and attention. She soon found herself the oldest child in the house once her older brothers and sisters abandoned the overcrowded, drunken house. , Anna took out all her hostility on the children, beating them as a matter of course. She felt that life had dealt her a dirty deal and now she was getting back at it. Her only pleasure was indulging in this revenge against the world she never made. The howls of tormented little children caused neighbors to call the police. Anna, by now a fifteen year old sadist, was packed off to distant relations just to keep peace. It was thought that the girl, once free of so much responsibility, would soften and bloom into a sweet feminine girl. Instead she longed for the good old days when she had all those little ones to pick on. This had been her one and only pleasure and she missed it. The more gentle pleasures of going to dances and parties had no effect on her. Once introduced to the heady wine of sadism she could not settle for ice cream soda.
Her relations could not stand the morose girl who would rather torment a cat than go out with a boy. She was sent to work as soon as she reached the age of eighteen. Anna disliked work. She felt that she had had enough of it in her short life. The only way she could escape it was by marrying. Being strong-willed and determined she latched on to the first available male.
Weak men have always been drawn to strong women and Anna's husband was no different. He was a mouse who seemed to relish being ordered around. Yet one could take so much brow-beating and Anna soon went beyond the man's endurance. He simply deserted her leaving her with enough money to keep her from chasing him.
In a short period of time Anna ran through two more weak husbands. She saw in them objects of her boiling emotions that never seemed to cool even though she was well into adulthood. She especially liked to control the sexual side of her marriage. She made her husbands perform at her bidding and forbade them to perform when it was their desire to do so. Anna's sexual nature became so wrapped up in her sadistic drives that the two could not be separated.
When she was younger there was a certain animal attraction charm about Anna but, as she grew older, she lost this single attraction. After her third husband killed himself by diving off a bridge the middle-aged woman found she could no longer attract even the weakest male. She withdrew to her large house and mulled over her past. At the age of forty-seven she was still possessed of devil drives. She wanted to inflict pain and she wanted sex. Anna strode about the house muttering to herself. She was not through with life yet. She was still going to fight it, grind it down, cut it up, make it pay, make it cry out in pain.
She never left the house but had food and other items sent to her. These packages were usually delivered by young boys between the ages of twelve and eighteen. Anna hadn't really noticed them at first but every store in the area seemed to have a young boy that she could call at her bidding. Her old fires were restirred.
At the age of forty-seven Anna, while not a good looking woman, retained a fairly good figure. She was on the heavy side with wide hips and swollen breasts but she had enough shape to entice the inexperienced ... the very young.
Billy was a handsome boy who worked for the local grocer. He was only thirteen yet he appealed to Anna's twisted emotions. Somehow he reminded her of the brothers she used to beat.
Anna began to torture the child in very subtle ways. She brought her sexuality to bear upon his budding needs. When Billy brought in a box of groceries one afternoon Anna met him dressed in a sheer nightgown. She was nude underneath and her body could be seen through the thin material. "I was sleeping, Billy," she explained and just threw this on. Now, let's see what you've brought."
As she slowly went over the groceries Billy stared at her. Anna waited until the lad's attention was completely captured by her naked display and then turned on him. "What are you looking at?" she demanded.
"Nothing ... nothing," Billy said nervously.
Anna looked down at herself. "Nothing? You were looking through my gown, weren't you ? You were having filthy thoughts about me!"
The terrified boy grew pale. Anna warned him that she would tell his parents about him the next time she caught him staring at her that way and let him go without a tip.
The little episode intrigued Anna and she played it out countless other times with other delivery boys. Once she enticed a fifteen year old to a point where he was about to lay hands on her. Then she screamed that she was going to call the police.
Every delivery boy in the area began to remember the strange woman. In each case she made it appear that he alone was being treated to views of her body. By her sudden rages they also felt it was best they not mention it to anyone. This was the way Anna began to hold a great number of young boys in check.
Billy was one of Anna's favorite toys. She could immediately see that he had strong, sexual urges and that he was willing to risk her anger by glancing at her body. Now and then Anna rewarded him with a fleeting glimpse of her sexual part. The more the boy came to the house the more of her body she allowed him to see. Carefully she built up the child's expectations.
After Billy's seventh visit to her house Anna decided to try another tact. She pretended to be ill and lay under her bed covers ... naked. As soon as she heard the boy come into the kitchen she called to him weakly, "Leave the box on the table and bring me the aspirins, Billy."
When the boy stepped nervously into her bedroom she lay in bed with the blanket up to her neck. As she spoke to the lad she allowed the blanket to slip down until her breasts were completely exposed. The boy, knowing how she hated to have him look at her, tried to stare at the floor but his curiosity was aroused and he had to chance a look. This time Anna acted too weak to fight him. She lifted the blanket and replaced it over her breasts. "You are just a boy and you'll get all sorts of ideas about taking off your clothes and coming to bed with me."
Anna, of course, deliberately planted this idea in his young mind. She played on the youngster's sexual drives like a musical instrument.
"Come back tomorrow," she told the boy. "I'll give you a list of the things I'll need. I'm just too sick to go to the phone."
When Billy went home that night his mind was filled with what he saw of the mature woman's nakedness. She was older than his mother and yet he could not help feeling this disturbing need for her. To take off his clothes ... To be in bed with her ... Both naked...
His sexual thoughts were such that he had to step into the bathroom and masturbate them away.
Billy couldn't wait to see Anna, the "sick" woman, next day. He told his employer that she wanted him to drop over and get a grocery list from her. When thirteen year old Billy walked into the house it seemed quiet and empty. He called out the woman's name a few times. Then, feeling that she may be asleep, looked into the bedroom. There was Anna. She was stretched on the bed completely naked and seemingly asleep. Actually she was wide awake and she knew that the boy was staring at her. Young Billy gazed hard at her exposed breasts and sexual area and she could hear him swallow loudly with desire rising in this throat.
She opened her eyes suddenly and the boy let out a cry as he knew he had been caught looking at her naked body. "I. . . I'm sorry!" he said. "I didn't know..."
He was about to leave but Anna stopped him "You'll have to be punished, Billy. I'm going to spank you. Since you saw me naked I'm going to make you take off your clothes."
The boy shivered. "Take. . .my clothes off?"
"Unless you want me to tell your parents."
"Would you rather they punish you or I? "
Thirteen year old Billy dreaded the thought that his mother and father would find out he had looked at a nude woman. Sex, at his age, seemed a deeply mysterious thing. He removed his clothes and cupped his handover his stiffened manhood. Even with the thought of punishment he could not avoid his sexual feelings. This was like living out his erotic dreams. He was naked with a naked woman.
Anna pulled his hand away. "So!" she snapped. "You have dirty thoughts about me! I can tell by the way that filthy thing of yours is up like that! Bend over my knee, Billy."
As the woman sat on the edge of the bed Billy bent over her knees prepared to be spanked. His fear of punishment rose with his desire for sex as his hard flesh pressed against her meaty body. He could feel her dry pubic hair scratch against his tender part. Then the forty-seven year old woman slapped her open palm against his thirteen year old buttocks. She did not hold back her strength. The sharp meeting of her hand against his rump thrilled her. Her utter dominance over this young male made the blood roar in her veins. She brought her palm down again and again and saw his taut young rump redden.
As Billy was being spanked he was being pushed deeper and deeper against the woman's sexual area. Then he felt his aroused flesh enter her! The woman appeared so engrossed in the punishment that she didn't seem to realize what was happening. Actually, Anna very well knew that the boy was making genital contact with her. She had positioned the young lad just so that the contact would be made when she spanked him. She kept parting her legs a bit more with each application of her palm so that the young boy had sunk all the way into her as far as his childish flesh could take him.
Just as the boy climaxed Anna stopped spanking. Then she pretended to realize, for the first time, that genital contact had been made. "What is this! What are you doing to me?"
She rolled the boy off her lap and on to the floor. He was still spewing out his passion as he sat there on his well spanked rear. Billy tried to cover his orgasm with his hand but Anna pulled his hand away again. "You're going to have to lick that all up!" she snapped. "If you don't lick it out of me I'll have a baby. You know that this is the way babies are born, don't you?"
The boy was shocked. Yes, he knew that babies were born this way and he was sure that now he had become a father at the age of thirteen. What he didn't know is that Anna had undergone an operation to make herself barren years ago. She had had enough of bringing up children.
Anna scooped up some of the boy's male evidence off his stomach and forced it against his lips. She made him lick it off. In this manner she cleaned off his body and then she spread her legs wide to have him continue the licking process.
Young Billy pressed his face against her exposed opening. Anna held his head in her hands and told him just what to do. As the thirteen year old boy swept inside her with his tongue her passions mounted. The sight of a male on his knees before her always excited her emotions. She imprisoned the young lad's face between her heavy thighs while he continued the oral act.
Anna, not wanting to frighten the lad off completely, turned kind. She was really incapable of kindness but knew how to us it to her advantage. She patted his hair. "Now that you've made up for what you've done how would you like some soda?"
The boy agreed. He was about to put his clothes on but Anna, still naked, took him by the hand and led him into the kitchen. All she really wanted to do was to expose her body completely to the child. Even with her back turned Anna could feel the boy staring at her full, wide buttocks. Despite himself Billy became sexually a-roused once more. When Anna poured him a glass of soda she noticed his excited condition. "My but you have adult ideas," she sighed. "How would you like another spanking?"
Billy, recalling the sexual pleasure he had gotten before, nodded. "I don't mind."
"No, you'll give me a baby."
Then the boy answered in exactly the way she had wanted him to. "I'll ... clean it up like I done before."
Now Anna had him. She had the boy willing to submit to her spanking to perform oral acts upon her. She also knew that he would never tell anyone what kind of relationship he was having with her. She had ingrained in him enough guilt to keep him in check. The boy was hers now to do as she pleased.
Anna told the boy to dress and, when he came back with the groceries, they would discuss sex and punishment. Billy worked the rest of the day in a fog. His mind was on the adult woman's naked body. She had made him lick at her flesh as a form of punishment yet he had enjoyed it. He had even enjoyed the spanking in a way.
When he went back with the groceries he was trembling with expectation. Anna wore her see-through gown again. His eyes just naturally bore into her. He hoped that she would punish him a-gain for his boldness.
"So, I haven't cured you yet of your filthy thoughts, Billy," she said. "Very well. Take off your clothes and come into the bedroom."
Billy slipped out of his clothes quickly. The forty-seven year old woman grabbed his sexual flesh hard. "If you do to me like you've done before I'll make you lick my entire body!"
The punishment made the thirteen year old jump. To lick her entire body ... To run his tongue over those huge breasts...
When the mature woman spanked the naked lad she could feel him trying to push into her deliberately. She aided him by spreading her legs. When he started to climax she lay back on the bed and brought the boy with her. "All right," she told him. "Get it all over with but remember what you'll have to do later."
Billy responded by moving upon her in a sexual fashion. Nature told him how to pump out his passion and he did. This was worth all the spankings the woman could give.
After his desire had peaked out Anna stood up on the floor. She commanded the young boy to start licking her entire body from the toes up. Billy knelt on the floor and Anna looked at the naked child hunched below her. This position of humiliation was a pleasant sight to her.
The young boy ran his tongue up along her thick legs. When he reached her sexual opening he worked on her orally until she achieved a peak of passion. Billy went on up her large buttocks, her stomach and her breasts. When he reached each nipple he lingered until Anna urged him on to her neck. He paused at the woman's plain face but she commanded him to lick her there, too. When the boy finished Anna reminded him that he was probably late for work. Billy left the house in a complete daze. His young emotions were all stirred up by the sexual activity he had gone through.
Anna submitted the child to even grosser indecencies as time went on. Once she claimed that she could urinate his semen out of her but he would have to bear the brunt of it. She had the naked, thirteen year old boy stretch out on the cellar floor while she stood over him and let the stream of her urine splash all over his young body. Billy found this act revolting and yet he was so caught up in his sexual activity with the woman he dared not complain for fear of losing it.
The boy's employer began to wonder why he spent so much time with Anna. He also noticed how edgy he was before he had to go to her house and how oddly he acted once he came back. He tried to get the boy to talk about Anna but he said nothing. He was the mature woman's sexual slave, a complete captive.
Anna worked out greater tortures. She told Billy that, if he wanted to have sex with her, he would have to withstand a beating with a leather strap. Billy agreed. By this time he thought that he had to suffer pain and humiliation if he wanted to enjoy sex. Anna set up a regular torture chamber in the basement of her house. Here she tied the naked boy to a pipe and then lashed him with a leather strap. Sometimes she would beat him before sex and sometimes afterwards. When it came to oral eroticism it was always the boy who had to perform upon her and not the other way around. To Anna oral acts were acts of humbling one's self before the other. And she never humbled herself before anyone.
As the woman's taste for more and more sadism grew some of the boys balked and refused to deliver packages to her house. Billy, and several other boys, stayed with her, taking everything she gave. It was only a matter of time before the parents and employers of these boys became very suspicious of Anna. The case broke when young Billy came back from an exceptionally brutal session with the sadist with his body full of cuts and bruises. His parents f orcsd the story of his strange sexual adventures with the forty-seven year old woman out of him.
Anna was arrested on a variety of charges concerning her maltreatment of minors. She was tough-willed enough to deny everything with an air of outraged innocence. The case could get no where without definite proof and it had to be dropped. Anna, however, knew that she had better clear out of the neighborhood because of the resentment against her. She sold her house and disappeared.
Yet the case did not end there. She had twisted young Billy's sexual nature so that he could never really function in a healthy way again. He found that sex without humiliation and pain was dull. He had to be "punished" for his erotic acts.
He was also driven to seek out much older women. At the age of nineteen he showed up at an older woman's apartment with a leather strap in his hand begging her to beat him with it. The woman slammed the door and called the police. Billy was still there begging the woman through the locked door to beat him.
After spending a few months in a mental hospital following this Billy trailed an older woman to her apartment and raped her. He then performed an act of cunnilingus upon her in order that she "would not have a baby." Billy gave the woman his belt and told her to beat his buttocks with it until he bled. The woman was so shocked by the rape and now this strange request that she just lay there in fear.
"Beat me!" Billy screamed. "You must beat me! I must be punished!"
The woman became even more terrified and started to scream. Billy grabbed her throat in order to keep her quiet but he squeezed too hard. The police checked out the murder victim's apartment and found a man's belt nearby. They figured that this had something to do with a weird sex drive and they looked over their records. They discovered Billy's first arrest in which he had tried to get an older woman to beat him. Since he had just been released from a mental hospital the police were sure they found their man.
Billy surrendered without a struggle. "I'm going to get the chair, right?" he asked with a big smile.
The electric chair was the greatest form of punishment. To be killed for his sexual activity was what Billy hoped for. He confessed to the crime without probing by the police and even added a string of rapes he was not guilty of. There are always people like Billy who, in their need to be punished, willingly confess to crimes they have not committed.
At first the police believed Billy and he was headlined as a mass rapist-killer. But, one by one, the crimes he had confessed to were checked off. The only crime he had any complete knowledge of was the one he had actually done. But it was enough to earn him a first degree murder charge.
The psychiatrists disagreed on Billy's sanity but he was found stable enough to stand trial. When he was sentenced to the electric chair he thanked the judge for being so kind. In Death Row he was the easiest prisoner to guard and the only one he refused to make any appeals. When it was time for him to walk to the chair he almost ran ahead of his guards. He sat in the chair with a happy smile and even tried to help a guard tighten his straps. The switch was pulled and Billy found his punishment at last.
Billy was only one of the boys Anna, the sadist, had been involved with. What of the others? How many of them now are contributing to the nation's rising sex crimes?
Chapter Seven.
THE BOY LOLITAS
Boys are not always the victims of older women who seduced them. Sometimes the seducers, themselves, become the victims. In the famous novel called "Lolita" the title character is a twelve year old girl who becomes the center of attention to a middle-aged man. The young girl wraps the mature man around her little fingers because of the crush he has on her. The story of this relationship between a mature man and a very young girl has become so popular that the name "Lolita" has been applied to any young girl who manipulates older men.
While there are quite a number of "Lolita" relationships today between very young females and older males there are also the same kind of relationships between very young males and older females. Boy "Lolitas" are not unknown in our society. But, as a nation, we tend to ignore it. Despite this head-in-the-sand attitude cases of male "Lolitas" keep popping up.
Danny, age 12. Marion, age 36.
Marion and Danny met in an exclusive boy's boarding school. She was a teacher and he was a new pupil. At the age of thirty-six Marion was still a virgin and she almost never dated. She wasn't pretty although her plain face didn't rank her as ugly, either. She had a good figure even if it was on the thin side and the boys at the school she taught at often found themselves gazing at the bulges of her breasts when she spoke.
Danny was the son of wealthy parents and this was his first year at the boarding school. He was spoiled and used to getting his own way. The twelve year old was handsome, poised, sure of himself and bright. He could easily pass every test the school gave him if he only applied himself to his studies but he was lazy. Often he would sneak out to a local movie house when he should have been in his room with the books. At the prices his parents paid to keep him in school the people in charge of the institution were not inclined to expel him. However, Danny did try their patience. When some boys became too difficult the school sent them home no matter how much money it would lose in doing so.
A large part of the blame for Danny's eventual seduction could be placed upon his own shoulders. Marion was not one to press herself sexually on any of the boys she taught but, if a boy constantly seemed to make himself available, she was tempted. This was true in Danny's case.
The young boy was sharp enough to sense when someone was interested in him. Being spoiled he did not hesitate to try to exploit this interest for his own benefit. Every teacher in the school, male and female, had a pupil they were especially fond of. Being teacher's pet had advantages and Danny wanted to grab some. He looked over the teachers at the school and found that Marion seemed most interested in him. He started to ingratiate himself with the thirty-six year old spinster and he put his first step on the road that would lead to his introduction into sex.
Marion was charmed by young Danny. At the tender age of twelve he seemed so poised and sophisticated. Marion felt that the child, in many ways, was older than she was. She had never had any self-assurance and had drifted into teaching because schools were like ivory towers away from the demands of the real world. She noticed that most people she knew who went into teaching were not the kind to welcome risk and struggle. Schools spelt security. In schools they did not have to deal with adults but children.
When she was much younger the closest Marion ever came to sex was when a boy got her drunk at a party .and parked in a lover's lane. He shoved his hand up her dress and dug his fingers into her sexual opening. She was so shocked bv this impropriety that she swore that she would never drink again. Marion was afraid of men. Part of her fear came from the fact that her father used to beat her mother and, finally, he just ran away and abandoned both of them. She did not want to be hurt as her mother had and found it difficult to show any interest in males even though she was attracted to them.
As she grew older Marion kept telling herself that she would marry someday when the right man came along. But, in her circles, there were not many men to begin with. She went from teaching post to teaching post and wound up at the exclusive boy's school where she had spent the last seven years. Suddenly she discovered that she was no longer young. She had become a middle-aged, spinster school teacher with no prospects of marrying. Oh, there was a math teacher about her age who worked at the school but he loved his mother and seemed very devoted to her. There was a rumor that this man liked to pick up muscular young men and bring them home when mother wasn't there but Marion would not listen to that talk. She just assumed he was a perfect gentleman and would not think of being improper with women. When they had dated a few times he always parted company with no more than a quick, good night kiss. Marion told herself that the math teacher would be more serious if only he didn't have an aging mother to take care of.
At thirty-six spinster Marion was ready for any kind of male attention. She encouraged some of it from the boys she taught by wearing tight blouses, dresses and sweaters that brought out her small, yet well-proportioned breasts. When she instructed she often caught boys staring right at her bosom but she always pretended not to notice. These secret glances from boys of twelve and thirteen were about her only erotic pleasure in life.
There was one other ... masturbation. Marion started manipulating her sexual part with her fingers as a girl and had not been able to break the habit. In her twenties she graduated to using phallic instruments such as soda bottles and brush handles. Her favorite instrument of love, however, was an electrical vibrator. It was supposed to be used to give massages but Marion used it to massage just one place. When she went to bed at night she often turned on the vibrator and ran it over her opening while daydreaming of all sorts of fantastic orgies with all sorts of fantastic men. By attaching a seven-inch long tube of plastic to the vibrator Marion often brought herself to a climax. She had already lost her physical, technical virginity to this vibrating phallus although she was still a virgin as far as any real sexual contact was concerned. In her mind she was still untouched.
The teacher wondered if she would have any real sex and envied the young boys she taught for she knew that they were still young and fresh enough to have a lifetime of love before them. She found herself drawn to certain members of her classes. The new boy, Danny, seemed the most attractive of all. He always was willing to help her and she enjoyed talking to him away from the pressures of the class. Lately she even began to feel something more than just an attraction between a teacher and a favorite pupil ... she began to feel an urge, a sexual wanting.
Danny knew that he had gotten the teacher interested in him but he had not known to what an extent. He had little enough knowledge of sex let alone realizing that this thirty-six year old spinster sometimes had erotic thoughts about him while using the vibrator. In the past few years Marion had gone from daydreams about fantasy men to daydreams about the young males in the school. Somehow she felt safer just thinking a-bout the very young ones like Danny. Twelve year olds did not frighten her. What would it be like to really have sex relations with the child, she wondered?
All this time Danny thought he had simply ingratiated himself with the teacher. His plan in doing so was to assure himself passing marks. A teacher would think twice before failing a pet pupil. It was easier to be pleasant to a teacher than to study.
Gradually these two widely diverse people were coming together for erotic interchange. Marion only vaguely considered sexual contact with the boy and Danny did not think about it at all. Yet, in their separate ways they kept coming closer to this inevitable meeting.
It finally came when Danny offered to carry the teacher's papers to her rooms located on the campus grounds. There was no set rule that teachers were not allowed to invite pupils into their living quarters but the boys often carried packages there for the occupants.
Once Marion had the handsome twelve year old in her place she found it difficult to tell him to leave. She wanted him there. She wanted to feel his young male presence. And, she had to admit to herself, she also wanted him for something more...
The teacher put her hand on his shoulder and found herself talking about possible girl friends he might have. The boy told her that he didn't have any but this was the first introduction of sex into the conversation. Marion went on as if to see just how close to the boy she could get.
"You are very nice looking, Danny," she said touching his hair. "Some lucky girl will grab you off before you'll know it. I suppose you'll make her very happy, too."
Danny started to be aware that the teacher was getting personal, far more than a teacher had ever been personal with him. That was all right with him. It meant that she considered him different from the other boys. For this reason he encouraged the lonely spinster not knowing just what he was allowing to be stirred within her.
Marion ran her hand down to the boy's trim waist as she spoke. "You are well put together, Danny. I bet you have strong muscles.'"
"I guess so. Want to feel?" he said flexing his arm.
The words just seemed to tumble out of Marion's mouth. "I'd rather see. Take off your shirt, Danny."
Before she knew it the young boy was actually taking off his shirt. She glanced quickly at the door and assured herself that it was locked. All she needed was to have another teacher catch her in the room with a half nude pupil.
Danny, still feeling that the teacher was being a bit over friendly and no more, removed his shirt entirely and exposed his chest. Marion placed her hand on it. His body seemed so smooth and firm, the skin so clean and flawless. Her hand drifted to his waist. She had never seen male sexual parts in her life outside of medical books. Now this prize was but a flick of the hand away. Surely there could be nothing wrong in just looking.
"I bet you are well built. . .all over, Danny," she said quietly.
The twelve year old could hardly believe his ears. Why she wanted him to take off all his clothes in front of her!
At this point Danny still could have left the spinster's rooms untouched by simply refusing to remove his trousers in front of her. Marion was not the type to press herself on to anyone. But here Danny's "Lolita" streak rose to the surface. Combining with a need for erotic experience was another need to use people who showed interest in him. With this excessive show of interest in him by a female teacher he had a handy tool to use for his purposes later on. Danny was by instinct and background an "operator."
He undid his trousers and lowered them. Marion's hands cupped over the top of his jockey shorts and brought the garment down. And there, in naked glory, was a male organ all a rage. The teacher ran her fingers over the stiff flesh; virginal hand was touching virginal manhood. "Oh ... Danny!" she sighed. How much the man you are!"
The twelve year old boy stood there with his trousers and shorts about his feet with his nakedness completely exposed before this mature woman. Was this the way all teachers handled their pets?
Marion could not take here eyes off the child's sexual parts. She forgot about the danger of a-busing pupils in this way and slipped her hand over his waist and grasped his small buttocks. Marion pulled him closer. The boy's engorged male member brushed against her lips. The teacher had not intended to go this far yet that touch of sex organ against lips broke down her reserve. Her lips parted and she brought the boy in just a bit more. Danny's manhood filled her and her tongue seemed to move as if by itself.
The twelve year old was absolutely overcome by the teacher's sexual advance. He could only think that all teacher's acted this way with all their pet pupils. And yet he knew that it was wrong. As far back as he could remember his parents had warned him about strange men who liked young boys; he had never thought that women were strange, too.
The boy felt his desire boil inside his throbbing flesh. He didn't know if he should say anything but suddenly the boiling over took place. Marion stopped moving her mouth and tongue, grunted, and then moved with greater gusto. She clutched the boy's bare rump with both her hands and devoured his flesh. It was only when Danny's flesh softened and became limp did she finally bring her face away from his body.
As it happens with so many women who seduce boys for the first time Marion was shocked by what she had just done. She pulled up the boy's jockey shorts and told him to dress quickly. "Danny," she pleaded, "don't tell. I just lost my head. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me," the young boy smiled: "I liked it."
Marion patted his waist. "Thank you for that. But, Danny, keep this a secret between us. Don't tell your friends, your parents, teachers or anyone else. Promise?"
With his sexual feeling beginning to recede the boy started to wonder just what he could make of this, how could he bring some advantages out of this very special interest the teacher had in him. He agreed to keep the affair a secret and left Marion's rooms.
The thirty-six year old teacher couldn't a-void the boy after the first sexual experience since he was one of her pupils. But, in class, she did her best to ignore him. Danny could see that the teacher had seemingly turned cool and waited until after the class to go up a talk to her. Once again he turned on his twelve year old charm. "Don't you like me anymore?" he asked. "We used to be friends."
"Danny, I do like you. I want to be friends with you but ... I don't want to touch you as I had again."
The boy instantly knew that the woman had been fighting off her interest in him all this time. He smiled slightly to himself and moved his slender, boyish hips over towards her seductively. "I don't mind you touching me," he said.
The woman looked up into the child's smiling stare. She could have him again! She could take him in another way, a way that she had been dreaming of for so many years. The boy seemed unhurt by her brief sexual contact and this encouraged her. "I have some books to carry to my rooms," she said looking away from him. "I'll need help."
"I'll help you," the twelve year old answered.
As soon as the teacher locked the door in her living quarters she reached out and brought the child hard against her love-starved body. She had forgotten how long it had been since she had embraced a male like this. "Danny," she said, "I didn't hurt you before and I'm not going to hurt you again. It will be easy. I'll show you."
She told the boy to strip off his clothes and she watched as the handsome young child became naked. He was in a state of sexual arousal again. It seemed like such a manly feature on such a pale, innocent, boyish body.
Marion stepped out of her shoes and undid her garters. She rolled down her stockings and then removed her blouse. Never in her life had she exposed herself to any man. Even her doctor was female. The idea that she was about to stand completely naked in front of this boy excited her.
She took off her skirt and slip. All she had on now were her panties and bra. Danny rubbed his aroused flesh with his hand as he stared at the woman. He watched as she took off her bra. Her breasts were her most attractive feature. They were firm and perfectly conical. On the tip of each was a bright red nipple, hard with wanting. Marion took down her panties. The twelve year old boy gazed at her female sexual part. Up until now he had only a sketchy idea what it would look like and he was surprised to see so much hair. He thought that only men had hair in that area.
The thirty-six year old woman came over to the twelve year old boy and embraced him. Danny slipped his hands around her and thrilled at the touch of so much naked female flesh. His body screamed for sexual release and yet he did not know quite how to go about it. Marion showed him how. She brought him into the bed and pulled his nude young body on top of hers. When she felt his erect flesh against her opening she arched her torso upwards to capture his raging need with her body.
"Move, Danny," she urged. "Move up and down."
At first the boy moved his entire body and then he found all he had to move was his lower part. The soft, moist, warmth of the woman's flesh set his veins throbbing. He lay against those firm, conical globes of flesh that were her breasts and gloried in this sexual intercourse. His movements quickly became surer and more powerful as he allowed his thrusting young lust full reign.
Marion, who had experienced much larger objects ramming into her body, was thrilled by the boy's small manhood. It was, at least, heaving, masculine flesh. She would exchange it for her vibrator with its seven-inch long tube of plastic any day.
The sex hungry spinster embraced the thrusting child and pressed her hard nipples against his smooth skin. The boy's bare rump moved swiftly and in passion and she tried not to think about how very young he was. Just let her have this wonderful moment.
Danny reached his climax and he poured out his child passions. Marion felt her body constrict and then release again and again as a series of climaxes shook her being. A virgin no more, she thought. A virgin no more. Now she could feel like a real woman at last. She had had a male inside her flesh.
The teacher did not chase the boy out this time. She held on to him and offered one of her nipples to his rose-bud lips. The boy kissed the hard nipple and then opened his mouth upon it. and Marion warned him softly to ease up. The boy then licked her entire breast. His hungry mouth covered her other one. How many times in class had he wondered what her breasts looked like naked. And now they were both under his lips, teeth and tongue.
The young boy and the mature woman lay entwined in each other's arms for long minutes. Both had come into the sexual experience virginal and with scant knowledge of the erotic arts but now both had reached the final peak of physical love. The thirty-six year old woman was, in a very real way, just as overcome by this new deluge of sensations as was the twelve year old boy. They were like two children who had explored life's most thrilling area together.
Danny visited the teacher on a regular basis after that. The other teachers who lived in her building began to wonder why Marion needed the young boy so often but not one of them could possibly conceive that her quarters was the scene for child abuse.
The twelve year old thoroughly enjoyed his abuse, however. He knew that he had the grown woman completely under his youthful power. He was, to her, the last and only hope for love in this world. But Danny wasn't satisfied with mere erotic sensation. He wanted to use his power over the grown woman in other ways.
It was clear that the boy was neglecting his studies and would fail. Marion, becoming a teacher rather than lover, informed him that he had better study. The young boy slipped his small hand over her sex. "Aw, Marion," he said using her first name casually, "you know I've been busy someplace else."
The teacher blushed. "We don't spend all that time together," she insisted. "If you don't study and cram now you'll fail for sure."
Young Danny squeezed her breast. "You wouldn't want to see me expelled, would you, Marion? Where would you find another boy like me who can do it to you ... and be quiet about it?"
Marion gasped. The child was actually attempting to exhort passing grades out of her! He was willing to exchange silence for good marks. The teacher didn't know if her twelve year old lover would really tell on her but she couldn't take the chance. She passed Danny in every subject even though he had failed every test. For the school authorities she had Danny write up new test papers only this time she gave him all the answers. The boy wanted to get a perfect score in every test but Marion warned him that that would surely indicate he had cheated. No, he had to get marks high enough to pass but not high enough to arouse suspicions.
In the relationships between mature woman and young boys it is almost always the female who manipulates the male. But it was not so in this case. Twelve year old, Danny had the thirty-six year old teacher eating out of his hand. She was locked to him by both love for him and fear that he might reveal their relationship. Marion was besides herself. How much longer could she keep this affair secret? Once it was discovered she would not only be out of the school but out of teaching besides.
Luck favored this relationship, however. Danny's parents were moving clear across country and they were going to enroll him in another school. Marion sighed with relief. She had been saved. She promised herself that she would never run the risk again no matter how handsome and sexual a young boy was. Danny had matured her as she had matured him.
Yet, as it always happens the effects of the unnatural sexual affair between a mature woman and a young boy went on long after the affair had ended. Young Danny, with an erotic notch on his belt at the age of twelve, thought that sex was going to be the answer to all his problems. It later proved to be his most pressing problem. The next school he was sent to happened to be staffed with only male teachers. This did not stop Danny. At his tender age homosexuality came easy. He found a male teacher who demonstrated a liking for him and he went on to use this affection. The teacher happened to be a homosexual but one who had always kept his interests restricted to adult, consenting males. Yet the very young and very good looking boy made himself so available that he could no longer resist the temptation and "seduced" him. Actually, in a subtle way, it had been young Danny who had done the seduction.
As before Danny drew passing grades out of the teacher but this time luck did not intervene. The affair was discovered and the teacher was fired. Later he committed suicide. Because of the scandal Danny was taken out of the school and moved to a distant state.
His early sexual adventures had marred the youngster for life. He expected that people should pay him in some way for his attentions. When he could not find a woman to pay for him he found a man. Danny was too self-centered to be able to love anyone but he knew when to turn on the charm as he had with the teachers.
But his charm was destined to last only as long as his youth and looks. Once both ran out before he was forty Danny found himself a lonely and embittered man. Unable to find anyone to love and support him and unable to give love and support himself he turned to drugs for escape. At the age of forty-two Danny took an overdose of a drug and died.
Marion went on teaching at the exclusive school and never made love to another child again. Un-like Danny she had learned her lesson because of their affair. She outlived her young lover by ten years and was buried with great honors from the school she had served for so long. She had but one mark against her. Her affair with a boy
Walter, age 13. Susan, age 40.
Forty year old Susan was a divorcee, two times over, who had her eye peeled for husband Number Three. She was a pretty, trim, redhead who managed to take ten years off her age by keeping in shape. Yet she felt her age. With two husbands and at least a dozen lovers behind her she was jaded and bored. What she wanted was something new, another excitement to make her feel even younger than she had made herself look.
Susan worked only when she had to. Her latest divorce settlement wasn't very much because her ex-husband never did make much money and she was childless. Still, it was enough to keep her going. If she wanted extra money she could always find a job as a cashier or something a few days a week.
The well-experienced redhead lived in a hotel run by a man her age whose wife had deserted him. Susan sized him up as a possible Number Three as she had with all men she met. The man was hard-working, perhaps, too much so. He made the hotel his entire life and never went out on the town. Susan, with a careful eye for finances, judged that the man must be worth a-bout sixty thousand dollars at least even though he gave no evidence of riches. He was the kind to salt away every dollar he earned.
Susan decided to put some fun in the man's life and it was no problem for her to encourage the hotel owner to date her. He wasn't attractive in any way, she found. He was dumpy, homely and dull. Susan found that she had to carry the conversation all the time. She also had to select places to go to because the hotel man wanted to take her to the cheapest restaurants and clubs. Yet, through it all, Susan kept reminding herself that, the less the man spent, the more he saved. By the way the hotel owner was acting towards her Susan knew that he wanted to have a relationship with her, legal or illegal. The divorcee wasn't about to give in to him on either count. To begin with she found him impossible to love. He was not her type at all. He was so dull, so settled, so old. Even though the man was her own age she felt that she was with her father when he took her out. What she craved was youth and excitement. She wanted a young man who would make her feel young, too. The idea of sex with the dull hotel owner depressed her. He had all the passion of a wet noodle.
The man's thirteen year old son came home from boarding school at the beginning of his summer vacation. Walter was everything his father wasn't. He was good looking, lively and easy to lib talk to. And, what was more, the boy exhibited a. healthy interest in her despite their difference in age.
When young boys exhibit interest in mature women they never expect to have the women respond. So, when young Walter whistled at the attractive redhead as she walked through the hotel lobby, he didn't expect anything but a smile or even a frown from her. But there was something about the boy that made the forty year old divorcee respond to him. He was so very young! So very alive! After her lackluster relationship with his father Susan craved someone with a sense of fun. If there had been a man closer to her age that could have supplied what Susan desired she would have attached herself to him. But Walter, as it turned out, was the only lively young male in the hotel. The rest of the men were either married or too old if not in age then in attitude.
Walter's father put his son to work in the hotel. Being a tight man with the dollar he welcomed his son's homecoming because he meant unpaid help. The boy resented the work he had to do. He wanted to enjoy this, his thirteenth summer. He complained to Susan about it and gave her the information that his mother had run off with one of the hotel's guests because his father made her work seventy hours a week.
The hotel owner seemed less and less attractive to Susan. She gave up any idea of marrying him. She would have to work for every cent. Instead she switched her attention to the man's young son. She both pitied and adored the slender, pretty child. Walter, a sharp boy, divined her interest in him and encouraged it. He always made a point of dropping around to her room on one pretext or other. One day he came into her room just after she had showered and was wearing only a terry cloth robe. The divorcee, in one of her depressed moods, had been drinking and feeling sorry for herself. When her favorite male came knocking at her door she welcomed him in.
The boy knew that Susan was naked underneath her robe and this excited him. He hoped that, in her drunken mood, she would allow the robe to open so that he would see the wonderful secrets of a woman's body.
Susan was so hungry for attractive company that she offered the lad a drink. "It won't hurt you," she said. "A little liquor is good for you. In France and Italy boys your age drink wine all the time. And look at what great lovers they are."
Sex had reared its head. Walter was aware of it and he hoped that the attractive redhead would go on talking. He pressed the point a little by complimenting her on her figure. Susan smiled. "Wally, baby," she answered with a voice slurred by alcohol, "You are more of a man than your father. He never tells me I'm good looking."
"Are you thinking of marrying him?" Walter asked as he sipped his first highball.
"Would you want me to?"
The boy grinned. "No. I'd like to marry you myself."
The remark so touched Susan that she threw her arms around the boy and kissed him hard on the mouth. It had been just a gesture but the thirteen year old boy reacted strongly. He put his arms around the woman and held her. Susan, who always did have a low sexual boiling point, responded to this male affection by embracing him. In this clinch the top part of her robe opened and one of her breasts was exposed. It was well formed, pale, bright-nippled and firm due to her exercises. When the thirteen year old boy saw this naked part of her he boldly put his hand on it. Her stiff nipple probed into his moist palm.
Susan didn't notice this contact for a few seconds and then closed her robe. "Well, looks like we both got carried away," she said, flushed and excited. "Maybe you better get going, Wally, baby."
If the boy left there would have been no seduction. But Walter was a typical male "Lolita." Highly sexed for his age he ached for experience. "I want to stay," he said simply.
Again Susan could have urged the boy out of her room but her own sexuality had been a-roused. The thirteen year old had thrilled her with his touch as no man had thrilled her in years. He was the vital and vibrant young male she had been hoping to find. Only, he seemed so damned young. And maybe his extreme age was the thing that was making her so stirred up. All the men she had met so far were so jaded and tired. She needed the thirteen year old's youth and interest to make her young and interested in life and love again.
Susan opened her robe and exposed herself to the young boy. He gazed at her display of nakedness. She was a natural redhead and her pubic area glowed bright against her very pale skin. She dropped the robe and stood in front of the boy, glorying in the child's obvious enthrallment. "like me, baby?" she asked.
The thirteen year old opened his trousers and his rigid maleness rose up and out. The highly sexed "Lolita" boy was also excessively endowed. Forty year old Susan anxiously helped the boy to undress completely. Despite his baby-face Walter had a capable and virile looking body. He had a great deal of pubic hair for a. thirteen year old and Susan thought that the boy was sexually developed much beyond his years both physically and mentally. If anything, the boy's father was thirteen as far as erotic maturity went. This reasoning plus her drunken state made the hard-boiled forty year old divorcee take the young boy to bed with her.
Walter fell on top of her hard. Although he had never had any sexual experience with a female before his manhood sought out and plunged into the woman's opening. Susan lifted her body to receive all of him and rolled under tha boy as he found the right sexual tempo and movement. When Susan closed her eyes she thought of the boy as being about twenty years old instead of thirteen. Walter was big enough in every area to make this illusion possible.
The excited young boy rammed himself into the divorcee's well-used body. Susan, with all her experience, responded to this youngster. Her passions rose quickly and were released at the same time the boy released his. Together they rolled over the bed until Susan found herself on top of him. She thrust her torso against him hard until all desire was spent.
The forty year old divorcee was a woman who was used to all forms of sexual activity. She thought of fellatio as a natural and normal way to cap a session of intercourse and did not hesitate to take the boy's manhood orally.
Young Walter, however, was as stunned by this action as he had been with her actions so far. He watched in amazement as the grown woman's red hair brushed over his thighs as she moved her mouth upon his flesh. His aroused passion made him reach a sexual peak quickly and the forty year old divorcee sighed with ecstasy as she took his leaping, boyish lust once again.
The boy was not backward in accepting various types of erotic experience. When Susan told him to perform an oral act upon her the thirteen year old pressed his young mouth against her flesh. With his introduction into sex the youngster wanted to learn everything and the divorcee was willing to teach him. She rolled over on her back and had the child enter her again. Young Walter lay upon her milk-white buttocks and thrust his throbbing maleness into her body. Susan, who had always found this form of eroticism rather painful, discovered that Walter's thirteen year old manhood was just right in this area. The boy moved rapidly upon her until she felt him spewing out his boiling passions.
Walter left the room a much wiser youngster. He had had sex relations not every man and few boys his age ever enjoyed. After Susan sobered up she realized what she had done and yet she felt no pressing guilt. She was too old a hand at sex to be especially guilty about it. True, Walter was only thirteen, but he had given her a session in bed that she had missed. Besides, hadn't Walter all but thrown his young body at her?
Walter's father seemed annoyed that the red-haired divorcee had stopped accepting his invitations to date. In his own dull way he had hoped that their relationship would take a sensual turn. Now the woman seemed more interested in playing with his thirteen year old son.
No man was ready to accept the fact that his young son was having sexual relations with a woman old enough to be his mother and the hotel owner was no exception. When Walter spent some time in Susan's room he took it for granted that the two were only talking. The divorcee, he told himself, had taken a maternal interest in the motherless boy.
Any other thirteen year old boy would have been satisfied being the lover of an attractive woman but Walter was not any other boy. He was a "Lolita" to the core. After a few more erotic sessions with the divorcee young Walter knew he had the forty year old woman utterly absorbed with his vital and youthful flesh. Now to make use of this interest.
Walter wanted to get away from the hotel where he worked as an unpaid slave and have a real vacation. He talked Susan into taking him away for a couple of weeks. He managed this by simply not going to her room until she complied. The sophisticated divorcee found herself under the power of a young boy of thirteen. She couldn't help herself. Walter was pumping youth and life into her with his virile passions.
The boy got Susan to convince his father that he should have a regular vacation and that she would "look after him." The hotel owner was not one to give up free help but he made an exception in this case. In the back of his mind he thought that the redhead's interest in the boy would restart an interest in him.
Susan and Walter packed and took a jet for a vacation spot in the West Indies. She signed them into a resort as mother and son. As a secret game the two called each other "mom" and "son" even in private. This false feeling of incest made their relationship seem even more forbidden ... and more exciting.
At the resort a man Susan's age made advances towards her and she accepted them. Although the man was a good lover the divorcee found herself longing for thirteen year old Walter. She missed his boyish excitement and his smooth, vital young body.
Susan still wanted to meet husband Number Three and the man she was having an affair with at the resort seemed to fit the bill. He was more exciting than Walter's father but not nearly as exciting as Walter. The man took sex so casually and his eyes did not brighten when she exposed her body to him. The thirteen year old boy she was living with, on the other hand, couldn't seem to get enough of her flesh. After wearing himself out sexually he would bring his young mouth into play.
Two weeks passed rapidly in an erotic dream. With the youthful Walter Susan felt young and alive once more. She was as addicted to his flesh as a drug user to his drug. Walter, with ail his zestful passions, never lost himself completely to sex drives. He always operated, manipulated, used the forty year old woman who was madly in love with him. He got her to take him to still another resort. Susan could not refuse him anything. Her money rapidly ran out and Walter got her to ask his father for cash.
The hotel owner hated to part with a dollar yet he still believed that the divorcee would start going around with him once she returned so he wired the cash.
Susan and Walter traveled until the money ran out. They asked the boy's father for some more money. This time the man sent only half what they had asked for. Still, it was enough to have one more glorious sexual binge.
By the time Walter was finished using his forty year old lover it was time for school. The two-week vacation had been extended by his artfulness into almost two months. The night before the boy went back to school he had one more sex session with the divorcee.
It was only after the thirteen year old was at his boarding school for a few weeks did the forty year old Susan come to her senses. She had turned down a perfectly good man her age at that resort just to mess around with a child! Now all she had left was the boy's father who kept pestering her about the money he had sent her and the fact that he had to hire someone to take the missing boy's place at the hotel. Susan briefly thought about marrying the man and making the best of it but she had to remember that this would make her former lover her son!
Susan stayed at the hotel just long enough to build up her bank account again. The thirteen year old boy "Lolita" had cost her. close to two thousand dollars! Still, when she looked back at the times they had shared, it seemed worth it.
The divorcee wanted to get away from the hotel owner who talked about nothing but the money he had sent and she planned to leave. She wondered where she should head for and knew once Walter mailed her a letter from his school. If she posed as his mother again, he wrote, they could share a room off-campus when she came for a visit.
Susan knew she shouldn't start up again with the boy but she missed him. It was true that he was an expensive lover but, when one wanted the best, one had to pay for it.
The divorcee, posing as the boy's mother, took a room at a hotel near the school. Here she shared her bed with her child lover until Walter's real mother showed up at the school. The woman hadn't seen the boy since she had deserted him but, in a sudden attack of maternal desire, she dropped by for a visit. She was shocked when she heard that Walter was already living in town with a woman claiming: to be his mother. At first she thought that her husband had remarried and that this was the man's new wife. She went to the hotel, found out where Walter and his "mother" were staying and listened outside the door.
The sounds in the room were muted but very familiar. Walter's mother heard the bed squeal and erotic grunts and groans. She assumed that she was listening outside the wrong room until she heard her son talk to Susan. She pushed the door open and found her son and a woman her own age locked in a passionate and naked embrace.
"Walter!" she screamed.
"M ... mom!" the boy stammered.
Susan got out of bed rapidly and pulled on a robe. She had been caught in a sex act with a minor boy by the lad's own mother! This could mean years in prison for her. In some states men caught in the same act with very young girls were sometimes executed.
"How dare you hustle such a young boy!" Walter's mother cried. "Do you need money that badly?"
Susan could see that the woman was assuming that she was a prostitute and that she had been selling her body to the young boy. She allowed the woman to believe this for it was an easier story to take than to find out she had been her son's mistress for months.
Walter's mother was too upset to think clearly. Susan used this opportunity to pack up and leave town as fast as possible. Walter's mother blamed her son's sexual misadventure on her husband and telephoned him long distance. When the man heard how his wife described the woman she had caught Walter with he almost fainted.
Susan! Now everything was clear. The divorcee and his young son had been lovers all along! And. the irony of it all was, he helped support their strange love affair.
The close call at the hotel cured Susan of Walter but she could not get over her new craving for very young boys. She went on seducing boys between the ages of twelve and fifteen and she was delighted to find that not all were "Lolita." They did not try to get anything more out of her than her body.
Susan tried to break her habit by marrying a man of her own age group but she fell in love with a fourteen year old newspaper boy. She seduced him and had the handsome youth visit her when her husband was away at work. This went on until her husband had a short day and discovered them both in bed. Angered over the knowledge that he was being two-timed by his wife for a child he beat them both up. Susan's third divorce quickly followed. She dropped out of sight after that.
Walter could not get over his interest for older women and his career as a boy "Lolita" had just begun after his mother had broken into that hotel room. At the age of seventeen he left his family for the last time and put his erotic skills to work as a "beach boy" in Florida where he sold his young flesh to much older women.
At this writing Walter is a very good looking man in his twenties and he is still working the resorts as a beach boy. He is too old to be called a "Lolita" yet he is making every woman he meets pay for his introduction into sex when he was only a child of thirteen. The seduced has now become the seducer. The victim now victimizes.
And that is the final tragedy of what happens when mature women make love to very young boys.
