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(Fm, ped, inc, rom, preg) *** This explanation has been attempted many times in the past. It initially arose from a court directive where my sentence would be reduced if I publically expressed remorse and apologised to the community that suffered from my aberrant behaviour. Sometimes the attempted explanation was only a page or so long. On other occasions it got as large as a decent size book with multiple chapters. As my topical knowledge improved due to lots of reflections, circumspections, rationales and then some basic academic research the richness of the insights and thoughts became more pronounced, especially regarding my motivational details. This was particularly in regards the scope of the community’s perceptions becoming better considered and expressed. Having all these various remnants of thought and text scattered about has allowed me to finally express myself to my satisfaction rather than having my motivations filtered through officialdom, with its content tinted with racial bias, religious belief and political dogma. I know the context of this story is an old one but it is no less genuine or sincere. History shows that this and other social transgressions that society has experienced usually have been successfully adjusted to. This is the next part of this story in the bigger scheme of things. Living in New York City in 1972 I gave birth to a mixed race child. I was a 20-year old white co-ed who signed on to a summer teaching internship with the University of Rhode Island. I was sent to work within the Brooklyn Borough’s education system’s Get Start program. My job entailed teaching basic English to classes filled with failed tenth graders going to summer school in order to catch up and be promoted to the next grade. At the end of the program I was invited by these same students to a get-together to celebrate the end of the summer program. I drank too freely resulting in a sorted outcome. It ended up with me becoming a consensual participant in a very public gangbang with numerous of my summer school students. This was not the first time I had been sexually expressive with several of these exclusively black male students during that summer. To be truthful, I immensely enjoyed the debauchery with these students. I particularly and often sought their individual or paired company for the expressed purpose of enjoying multiple sex partners. This end- of-term gathering was my most expressive example. Its circumstance was different this time however. This is because my sexual favours were administered solely to my students who were still legally minors. I was not sure of the exact number of individuals I had accepted semen from during that evening. The prosecuting attorney suggested I engaged in intercourse with no less than 9 under-aged males, all aged from 12 to 15 years old and all under-aged minors. There was no doubt as I admitted to court of being a willingly partner. I had orderly serviced each boy as they said. I awoke in the local emergency ward early the following morning after having passing out. It was determined that my blackout was due to dehydration and the volume of alcohol I consumed. The physician testified that the effects of all the partners I had intercourse with were not detrimental to my health. Nevertheless, my gentiles were sore and bruised for several weeks afterwards. Although all my orifices were bruised, lacerated and swollen the event was a resounding success for me. I loved it! That afternoon I was arrested for multiple offences of the rape of a minor and prosecuted. I receiving a two-year suspended sentence because of the level of my drunkenness and with the complicity of a large number of students who spoke well of my work to get them promoted to the next grade. I was released with the proviso that I finish my course of study at the University of Rhode Island and I do community service for the next two years. I was also asked to not return to New York so as to protect the youth of the city from my immoral influences. Besides the stigma and embarrassment I found that I was pregnant halfway through the trial process. One of that party’s minors had fathered his child in me. By the time I sought to find out who the father might be their juvenile records were sealed to any further investigations. So unfortunately, my child would never know who is father is unless we can track down these individuals some years later and do a DNA assessment. This was not available in 1972. Life went quietly on until 1995. Some 23 years onwards my sexuality once more got me into deep legal trouble. I regret the pass event but stop short of blaming the students who were simply enjoying my freely given sexual invitation. I enjoyed the sex and was never raped. I also gained a wonderful child in the process. My parents tried to understand the situation to a certain extent but besides monetary support in those early years became less supportive later. The positive outcome for my son is that his grandparents accept him and voice pride when he achieves successes. This is where the request to explain myself arose in earnest. It is also where my story becomes very difficult to explain. As I said, this paper is due to the Rhode Island State Welfare Department’s case study program. It had to due with making a research documentary about incest rape cases. My first experienced with wanton sex was in New York in 1972. I was overwhelmed by the sheer delight I had from using my body so excitingly. I was not a virgin prior. In reality I had had sex before but spiritually I remained a virgin before my stay in Brooklyn. The liberation I received from these black males in Brooklyn spurred on a lifelong enjoyment of sex, which may have remained suppressed otherwise. I cannot underestimate their importance to my life. The genesis of this final explanation is my subsequent second arrest for the rape of a minor. Only this time it was not a group of young males but rather for being delinquent in my duties as a mother. I was arrested for the chronic practise of incest with my son. David was born in 1972 nine months and three days from conception. He was a perfect birth and both my son and I were healthy and well. We survived as a pair for the next three years with help from neighbours and my pay as a substitute English teacher in Cleveland, Ohio. During that time I had numerous lovers and assorted relationships with local men, preferably with black men, but I was taking the opportunity to receive semen wherever it was offered regardless of their racial background. I even attempted engagement to a man to legitimise David’s parentage. That failed because I was not willing to be exclusive to his needs. That promise was restricted to David. To shorten the narrative I was sexually involved with David very early in his life. I found that I could cause him to have an orally induced erection when he was about four. I had sucked his penis since he was born swallowing much urine in the process but he seemed to enjoy my sucking. He even began to offer his penis for me to suck by the time he was three. By four I was able to get his small penis to stiffen. It made sucking on him much more fun but I was still being sprayed with urine just the often. By the age of five we had organised a nightly oral sex routine that both of us anticipated each evening. Then it happened. After just turning six David began to ejaculate fluids that tasted wonderful. I was sucking him as often as possible by then to both our satisfaction. I also taught him to masturbate by putting his erect penis inside my vagina. We were not having intercourse perse because he was not able to offer fertile semen but he would wet me initially with only seminal fluids. We had a happy life with school going well for both of us. I was advancing in my teaching career and David was an active and able student. Our sexual behaviour was well understood and socially protected. I kept outside lovers and David was aware of my habits, which never seemed to conflict with our daily enjoyment. Then the day arrived when I tasted my first sperm in David’s ejaculate. He was eight years two months old. It was June 6th 1980. My mind went crazy as I thought about my son now being able to impregnate me. The mental strain was overwhelming and all I could do was think about it. I had worked through the issue of inbreeding probabilities earlier and found that my son’s sperm would only increase the chances of having the same recessive gene by less than 0.0045 in a thousand ejaculate. This was another advantage of having a mixed race child. Once I was satisfied that David was capable and more importantly, he was not averse to being the father to my second child, there was no stopping my actions. David was producing full ejaculates by the winter of 1980 with spermatozoa counts consistent with healthy late teenage males. The problem was that I was forty- three and I was not as fertile as I needed to be and in despair consequentially. My keenest to be impregnated by David allowed me to lapse in my judgement by seeking out medical assistance. I was given a drug to increase my ovaries capacity to release ova as a participant in a University of Cleveland’s fertility research project. The research aim was to increase the fertility of older women that were seeking to be mothers. I subsequently made up a fake case history to get admitted to the program. It meant having injections each month and allowing the program to monitor ova production. The program ended when the women either fell pregnant or decided on advice that the benefits to continue were not reasonable. The long and short of it is that I was having sex with David on a regular basis and after four months on the program I was declared pregnant. David was my sole supplier of sperm so I was elated with the fact that my first son had given me a second child. The pregnancy was normal and on the 17th of July I delivered a healthy 6lbs 3oz baby daughter. All tests were performed on the child and mother and there came the rub. The DNA examination established that the mother and father of my daughter were carrying the same gene sequences and that could only happen if the mother conceived with her own sibling or child’s gametes. I was retested, unbeknown to me, to confirm the results. Obviously, it was confirmed that I had engaged in incest with my son. After this my records were re- examined and my fraud discovered. I was again arrested for multiple statutory rape offenses and prosecuted. I was on bail to care for my children so I took a train to Ontario and went into hiding. It is the summer of 2006 now. David, now 34, a geologist working in the oil industry presently located in Ghana for the next three months. He is married to a Ghanaian wife named Marquette who has a beautiful son named Samuel who is now 12. My daughter is 25. She is yet to be married or have children, yet appears to be as promiscuous as was her mother. Cynthia has a fascination with Norwegian males who enjoy her darker complexion. She presently works for a fashion label based in Oslo, at least for the foreseeable future. I am now about to retire after teaching English somewhere in Canada since 1996. My sexuality prevails and the community seems to have been tolerant enough to accept me nevertheless. It says good things about my adopted country. My concluding comments are these: my life has been filled with both magic and despair. I guess these are in equal measure as is the case for most individuals I have known. My sexuality was and more or less remains my motivating force in life. I relate as often as possible. I am surprised that with all the sex I have participated in I have only two offspring and one is the consequence of the other. I regret none of it except the harm it has caused my children, one without knowledge of his father, something he would have liked to know and one who is fully aware that her brother is also her father but she has never looked back. As a family we are close. My son services me as often as possible, which deeply gratifies me. Cynthia has made it clear that her brother’s sperm is also sought after in her vagina. Their relationship is their own. Hence we have to share favours carefully whenever we are all together so as to not generate any ill feelings. I have asked both Marquette and David together if they would allow me to seduce my grandchild. I have since been told that Samuel and Marquette are mating regularly using no birth control, much in the same fashion as David and I did. David said that they wanting to wait for a while yet. I think Marquette may be jealous of losing her private supply of fertile sperm to another women, me. I fully understand her attitude. I never shared David’s sperm when he was young. In the end their approach was that because I was no longer fertile, a waste of sperm in Marquette’s view no doubt, that if Samuel wished to mount me, they had no objections. This has yet to happen but I have hopes even if Marquette can offer her son more appealing experiences. Meanwhile David offers me as much sperm as I can hope for. How has this spirit of incestuous behaviour prevailed? Marquette is a full participant with Samuel, not surprisingly after she tasted her son’s sperm filled ejaculate two years ago and recognising its implications, she was committed. Cynthia incest is restricted to her father/brother. Being the same individual makes the pool of incest partners extremely limited. She is interested in the mythology of incest between Norse mothers and their sons, which her background would support. I am at 54, in excellent health and enjoy life. What more is there? END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 82