Would You Take My Son

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This story is about the day to day activities of two adults and two children that form a family. It includes bisexual, cross generational, and young friends sexual exploits. If it were published as a paperback, it would have around 500 pages. If you didn't start at chapter 1, you may want to start at the beginning: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/would-you-take-my-son/would-you-take-my-son-1.html

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Chapter 8, Am I Normal?

Back from swimming but still with wet hair we took our seats in the living room again and I started up another conversation. "There's one more subject I would like to discuss before you go home this afternoon."

"Before you start, I have a question," Donny interrupted.

"OK, go ahead."

"Am I normal?

"Wow, that's an interesting question." My mind was trying to figure out what normal meant.

"Well you're not a freak if that's what you mean. You don't have two heads that certainly wouldn't be normal.

"What do you mean by normal?"

"Well you know, is my penis normal?"

"You saw the diagrams, doesn't your penis look like the pictures?"

"Well it does, but Martha said it was extraordinary, which indicates it's not normal.

"So should your question actually be `am I average'?

"Who's the smallest kid in your class?"

"I am."

"So is that normal? I would say yes. Someone has to be the smallest, why not you?"

"OK, so I'm not normal because I'm small?"

"No, I didn't say that. I said you are normal, but shorter than average. As far as your height and weight, for your age, you're below average. But I'll bet money that your grade point average is way above average."

Karen spoke up, "And for a boy your size to have a 6" penis is way above average."

"Is that what you mean, Donny?"

"I guess so."

"Your level of understanding about sex when you arrived Friday, I would say was not normal. Your mother had shielded you from that part of your education. But after this weekend, I would say your level of understanding is well into the college level and again, not normal for a boy your age.

"And that leads me to the other subject we need to discuss.

"You now possess more knowledge about sex and have experienced more unique sexual experiences than most, if not all, of your classmates. It wouldn't be a good idea to bring up what you've done here this weekend."

"Well I remember you mentioning that sodomy was illegal in many places."

"It's more than just that Donny. Sodomy is legal here in California, between consenting adults, but sex between an adult and someone under the age of consent is not. That age varies across the U.S. from 16, to 18 here in California. For an adult to have sex with someone under-age is called statutory rape. If the authorities were to find out what you and I did together this weekend, I could be arrested and I would spend the rest of my life in jail.

"If they found out what you and Karen did this weekend, and they thought she forced you, she would go to jail for at least a few years.

"George, Martha and Jenifer would also be jailed because you had sex with them, if anyone found out about it and decided to report it to the police."

"But that doesn't seem fair! How can something so much fun be wrong? None of you forced me to do anything! I wanted to do everything we did. I don't want any of you to go to jail! You didn't do anything wrong." Donny was almost crying at this point.

"Not in the eyes of the law. Even you and I sitting here together naked could send me to jail. That is why you can't tell anyone. Not even your mom."

"What can I tell her?" he sobbed.

"Well, for your mom, the reason you are here was to learn about your body and the changes it's going through. So you can tell her about all the body part names you learned and about nocturnal emissions, and masturbation. But I wouldn't start walking around your apartment naked unless your mom gives you the OK first.

"She'd never do that. In fact, I doubt she will ever mention me being here at all. She never asks what I learned in school. If she asks about this weekend, I'll just start listing boy parts then girl parts and babies and pregnancies and she'll go hide in her bedroom. If I really want to overload her, I'll ask to see her vagina," he said with a big smile.

Donny's mom had asked me to teach him about sex. My intent was to bring him up to a 13 year-old's level of understanding. Donny learned so quickly that we far exceeded that level in just this one weekend.

"OK, gather up your stuff, it's time to get you home. They both ran around gathering their clothes then disappeared into the guest bedroom. I wondered what was taking so long so I glanced in the open door.

They were lying on the bed in the standard missionary position. Their lips were firmly pressed together and their tongues were seeking refuge in the other's mouth. Donny's hips were rising and plunging back down in a slow steady rhythm. My own penis became erect and I started rubbing it by hand. Karen noticed my presence and whispered something to Donny. He looked in my direction and exclaimed, "Don't do that!"

He pulled out of Karen came over and kneeled in front of me, taking me into his petit mouth sucking on me strongly. He did to me what I originally did to him Friday evening. With my penis as far into his mouth as he could get it, he swallowed. That feeling of a throat trying to swallow my glans I find very erotic and on his second swallow I let loose with my first rope of cum. It went directly into his throat and he pulled away holding me just inside his lips to receive the rest. He finished me and milked the last out with his thumb.

"I need to get back to Karen. Thank you for this weekend." He dived onto the bed and crawled back between Karen's legs reinserting himself firmly in her vagina.

I went on to my bedroom to dress so I could drive them home. They were ready to go a few minutes later.

They both sat in the back seat with their lips locked all the way to Donny's apartment. Karen and I waited in the driveway till he was safely inside. I dropped Karen at her house, thanking her profusely for her participation and instruction. As I pulled away, I waved to Pastor Jim who was mowing his lawn.

When I arrived home I removed my clothes, grabbed a towel and headed for the back gate to George and Martha's. I was looking forward to seeing the whole Washington family again.

 

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