("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Our Oh, Why Not by flinders (no address provided) *** A Mother tries to understand, but in the end see's the error of her way. (F/m-teen, inc, 1st) *** I don't normally keep a diary. Yet these recent conversations have made me attempt to write down as much of their content as I could because my world was changing so fast. My writing ability is not stellar but perhaps passable. I am a wife and mother of three kids, one daughter who is seventeen and two sons, one sixteen, and the other thirteen. We are a comfortable family of five with all the things we need and most things we want. We are a non-descript family, happy with our lot and looking forward to the future. Our only present concern is our aging dog that is constantly with the vet over these summer holidays due to some aging problems. The 2014 holiday period is over and everyone is ready to return to work, school and other ongoing activities. Father is back at the office, the elder kids are back at high school and I, a junior-high teacher along with the twelve year-old, are at home until our schools open for the autumn term in just a few days. After breakfast I decided to return to bed before tackling washing, pack up the house and other assorted tasks as time permitted. I started to get back into a novel I had started hoping to finish it before it gets put away. I left the younger son Ben to sort out his day without my assistance. After about an hour there was a soft knock on the door. I said to come in and saw my son standing in the doorway. "Mom I think I'm ready, see?" This intrusion into my space was common behaviour with these interruptions but today's incident was a bit different. Ben was standing inside the doorway stark naked. This too isn't that uncommon and was learned from his siblings walking about the house either bare-assed or semi-dressed. What stood out this time was that Ben had a full erection. Oh my, I think that was a pun. I need to record that. Additionally, he was slowly and very sensually stoking it at the same time. I was aware of sexual awakening having happened to his siblings years back. But now thinking about it I should have expected it at Ben's age yet I had clearly missed it. Trying to stay balanced I asked, "Well what is it?" I still failed to recognised the question. "Look Mom I'm really ready!" was Ben's repeated reply. Yet, I was not clear about his statement's actual intent. I still was intrigued with his erection but had not yet connected it to his statement. "Ready for what?" I asked. "I'm ready to try, you know... to put it inside a girl, see? I think I'll fit?" Bingo, the light went on. My son was expressing himself yet I was not sure from where this expression originated. Ben approached the bed to proudly show me his erection asking me whether I thought it was big enough so he could put it in. "Put it in what?" I asked, still not sure of his full intent. "In you Mom, see, it's big enough to fit inside you? It should fit right?" "Inside me?" I blurted. "Yah," was his quick reply. Clearly it was big enough, being straight and poking upward at least six to six- haft inches long – a not too much smaller example than his father's. What was more concerning, other than the obvious appropriateness of his penis's size was his inappropriate motivation. My son assumed that his erection should be put inside me. Where did this idea come from? "Ben, sons aren't supposed to put their penis ins their mothers. Don't you know that?" Ben looked at me perplexed. Then he asked a more perplexing question. I have experienced many such questions as a junior high teacher who deals with young pre-pubescent children. "Mom, if I can't put it in you, who can I put it inside of? I don't like Mrs. Mitchell, she so mean and ugly." "Ben, just because you can get hard and big enough does not mean that you must put it inside someone right now," I said. His immediate come back was, "Why not?" I was taken back with his logic. Yet, if he was so well informed about his physiology why was he so ignorant about psychological issues? My now awake mind was spinning, where do I start? "Ben, it's not right for a son to put his penis inside his mother however nice and big his penis might be. Besides it is against the law. Lastly, I might not want you to put it inside me. Did you think about that?" I said. Ben was taken back again replying with another profound answer. "Yah, I know Mom, it is called incest. It is when people in the same family have sex together. But it is not rape because I am asking permission. If you give me permission it is called consensual incest and it is a private matter and not an issue for non-family members, no one knows, so it's okay, right?" This repartee was not making sense. Ben continued to masturbate during this whole five-minute discussion. I found myself being both concerned and intrigued at the same time. "Ben, incest consensual or not is considered wrong. I am pleased that you have a very handsome penis and I am sure that when you grow up that some girl will be very happy to have you put it inside her to make her feel good. But it is not going to happen now or between us. Is that clear!" "Yah, but I still think I am ready." Closing the discussion, "Now go back your room and get dressed and pack away all the mess you made yesterday – quick, hop to it!" "Mom, it's not fair, I'm really ready - see." "Ben, get going and close the door as you go." After the immediate shock passed I was able to take a breath. I tried to understand what the last episode was about. Two things did not add up. His brother was post puberty whilst his sister had yet to express having regular period cramps, at least that was my understanding. I knew that at this stage in a kid's development there were variables and conditions caused by a whole host of causes, yet it was clear from the proficiency of Ben's masturbation that this was not the first time he'd produced an erection. His masturbation was steady, deliberate and controlled, in other words I knew he was practiced. I was not clear about his sister or brother's input into his motivation. I was also unsure whether his sister was involved because why would he approach me and not her? I knew she was practised. I was confused. He could have propositioned her first. I realised that I did not have enough information to sort out these questions so I decided to get up and start the day and maybe later on some answers would come to me. By the time I had made it to the kitchen it was clear that Ben had moved on. He was dressed and toasting bread. He had the peanut butter and jam out ready to make a melted sandwich or two for breakfast. I poured myself a cup coffee that I had made earlier and joined him at the table asking about how he expected to use his last few days. He said that he told our neighbour that he would mow her lawn and had got permission from his father to use the family lawn mower. Clair paid him ten dollars and this gave him extra pocket cash at school. It was something that he did before so I was assured that he was now truly on to another topic. Yet I was still a bit stunned with our earlier encounter. I immediately had an image of Ben soliciting Clair and she accepting. I was certainly stirred. It was amazing how vivid of the image of Ben mounting Clair was. The day passed with little change in routine. Ben was gone most of the day and I was starting to get ready for the coming school opening while completing some modified lesson plans. Nevertheless, I was constantly thinking back about the morning's episode not knowing what I was supposed to do. *** That night after dinner was finished, dishes washed and I was busy relaxing in front of the TV with Neal. I decided to confide in him about the episode I had with his son and see how I should proceed with Ben. I opened with a general discussion about the kids, school and how the children were growing up and changing both emotionally and physically. Casual issues were discussed about each child. After a while I was convinced that our dialog was genuine and focused. Accordantly, I told him about the morning's episode with the inclusion that Ben had suggested that he was ready to have sexual intercourse with me. I was breathing lightly. I feared a quick response of indignation and some punitive course of action from Neil. Instead there was a pregnant pause from Neil after hearing about Ben's behaviour. I was surprised. Finally, "Marilyn, I hope he didn't push the issue, did he?" "No, he was very polite and accepted my rejection straight away. I know he was making an honest innocent request to me like you know - Hey Mom can you make a chocolate cake for me this afternoon – you now the type of request. I know it was totally innocent I repeated. "Neal," I continued, "what puzzled me was his knowledge about sexual intercourse with me, his ignorance about the inappropriateness of his request was clear. Yet he knew about incest. He didn't seem to have any sense of its amoral nature." Then there was another pause. Perhaps five minutes this time. It made me think that he was not going to comment or was trying to say something that was too difficult. I was about to ask when he spoke, "Marilyn I don't know how to say this but Beverly asked me to do the same thing about a year or so ago. I was shocked but unlike you I decided to not tell you because I thought it might upset you." "Yes I knew she was going through puberty at the time. But I was never aware of any overt sexual behaviour in her. How did you handle it? Was that the end of the issue?" "No she kept pleading to me to let her see my erection and if I was not going have sex with her could she please just masturbate me until I cum, you know ejaculate. She said that she wanted to see, smell and even taste my sperm." This was far more shocking than this morning's episode. To find out that your prim and proper daughter had attempted to seduce her father was unreal. It was difficult for me to grasp. I never doubted Neal's statement's veracity however. Neal was as straight as could be. I thought, that maybe we had reared some sexual deviants for children? Neal let the last comment just hang driving me to ask the inevitable next question, "Well, what happened?" Looking at me in a very uncomfortable manner he said, "I eventually let her masturbate me." The conversation fell off the cliff at this point, so to speak. Shocked, I asked in a tongue and cheek fashion before I realised I was wrong, "Well was she satisfied?" I stupidly continued and I asked, "What did she think about you sperm?" With some shifting in his seat he nodded in a positive jester. This lead on to a further question, "Well was that the end of it or did you offer her more fatherly experiences?" "Marilyn, after making me ejaculate Beverly immediately tasted my semen. She then begged me to allow her to suck me off instead of giving me hand jobs. I admit I let her suck me off. "She seemed to enjoy it so much that later I let her suck me whenever she wanted. We eventually tried sucking off each other. She called it doing 69. I thought that she was experimenting. It always seemed to offer her very strong orgasms, which she enjoys them a lot." "My! what a satisfying Dad Beverly has. Have you two engaged in vaginal sex yet?" "No we haven't." Was his instant response. "Is that all?" I prodded. "Yes," he replied. I sat stunned not quite knowing what to say or do. Only 12 hours before I would have described us a normal family. Now I find out that my son wants to have sexual intercourse with me and that my husband and daughter are frequently having oral sex together. "Are any of our children still virgins?" I asked. "Not exactly, I know Beverly has seduced Donald too or maybe it was the other way around. Nevertheless, Beverly told me that Donald tasted a lot like me and because he was much bigger and she decided to mate with him instead. She thinks Donald's penis is what makes her able to have such strong orgasms. She has stopped having oral sex with me now. She also told me that she used your dildo regularly so her hymen was lost long before she and Donald engaged in regular sex. Nevertheless, I still think that Ben is still a virgin unless Beverly has taught him how." That did it. I was unable to absorb any more. "Aren't you afraid of your children's morals? What is the likelihood of your son impregnating your daughter? Are you all crazy?" I scolded at him. "Marilyn, the kids are very practical and logical like you taught them to be. Beverly is using birth control tablets and Donald will only have sex with her using a condom. Since Beverly and Donald started having sex I have not had any further sexual activities with Beverly. That is several months ago now." "Do you miss it?" was my mean retort. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do, but I know it is for the best," he replied. "Are there any more parts to this revelation?" "Nope, that is all I know," he replied. We silently sat in the lounge room for another 30 minutes. It was 10:15 and I was emotionally wrung out and said I was off to bed. Neal asked if he was still welcome. "It is too late for remorse and I was too exhausted anyway yet I am noticeably excited – of cause you are welcome in bed." After showering, brushing my teeth and other abolitions I got into bed whilst Neal got ready. Nothing further was said and surprisingly I slept through until the alarm went off the following morning. The same previous morning's routine was repeated. I must admit that I sent everyone off with a different perspective than the day before. The situation must have had some differences though because Beverly quietly whispered in my ear, "Is something wrong? Mom. Are you sure you're okay?" as she gave me my motherly kiss. Once the three were on their way I sat down with a fresh cup of coffee to assess the changed world. While I was pondering my new world a quiet murmur caught my conscientiousness. "Mom, I am ready again, see." I swung around to see Ben, again naked and stoking his very firm erection. This time it was shinny as he asked if I had changed my mind because he really wanted to put his "cock" inside my pussy. How long had it been call a pussy I thought. "See I have put Vasoline on it to make it slippery so it will move inside you easily. Now I am sure it will feel just as good. Please let me." In just a fraction of a second I felt his genuine desire effect me. It caused an itch to start with an instant release of a dollop of vaginal mucus exuding from vagina. I swung around in my chair, released the tie on my robe and opened it before standing up and dropping it to the breezeway's floor. "Mom, please let me put my cock inside you, please," he pleaded. Now with both mother and son naked I gestured for him to approach. He was focusing on my crotch finally saying, "Mom, can I put it in you." Once he looked up to see how I was responding to his pleading, I said in less than a reserved voice, "Oh, why not. Yes you can put it in me." I grasped his right wrist away and grabbed his penis with my right hand pulling him towards me. Once he was between my thighs I placed the tip of his penis snugly between my vaginal lips. Then with a deep breath I pulled him closer to me. Once I was sure that he was deep enough so he would not pop out of me I let go of his penis and grabbed his hips with both hand and pulled him firmly towards me. I felt my son's penis move smoothly inside his my vagina. It was warm and felt great. Once Ben's stomach as pushing against mine I asked, "Ben, I guess I was really ready too. What do you think? Does it feel as good as you thought it would?" "Yesss!" he moaned, as he lent forward placing his head to my shoulder. Seconds later he moaned again. I sensed that his semen was being pumped inside me. At first it was a warm light seeping sensation but as the seconds passed I distinctly felt spurts splashing inside me. All that went thought my mind was the sensation of enormous pleasure. Once he was done, what followed was near panic with an image of a this child impregnating his thirty-eight year old mother. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed that image. One of pure lust and the other of an extended belly full of a homemade offspring. Instantly I knew that the future was going to be full of "Oh, why not's." 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 83