My name is Sam. This is the story of how I earned my room and board for the four years I was at college, and in doing so became the head of a truly "dysfucntional" family! It is a story of love, lust, incest, sexual desires, and intergenerational sex. I felt it was necessary to write down everything that happened, with comments from some of those involved. In this day and age, our society is just beginning to reach a point where SOME believe that children desire and want sex. It is my hope that this account of my life will inspire others to tell their story, so that all may see that it is not wrong for children to desire sex, or for adults to desire them.
As I write this, I am 23 years old. My wife, Anna is 36, but doesn't look it (ye gods is she hot! Last week she got carded at the bar!). Terri is 17, Tim is 16, and little Toni is 14. Well, right at this moment Toni is not so little, she is huge! She is expecting her first child, my new son. She's 8 months pregnant. So is Anna and Terri, the women are just a few weeks apart in their pregnancies. I worked hard for those few days 8 months ago. Anna gave birth 3 years ago to our daughter, Samantha, and Terri gave us all little Charlie just a few months before that. But before I tell you any more about us now, you have to know how I got here.
There were many events in my life that lead me to where I am today. I shall take you through them step by step.
My very first vague memories are of the church's basement. I remember being with a beautiful woman with red hair that I trusted very much. I remember being in the dark, and sucking on her nipples, while her fingers rubbed my butthole and my tiny cock and balls all at the same time. I remember how gentle and loving her voice was, I don't remember the words, or the little song she sang to me, but I can remember being more loved and in love at those moments than ever before or since.
Then the first clear memory I have is the loud smash of the door and the blinding light. The screams of the people outside and the feeling of being torn from the only woman that I had ever loved. That was the very last memory I ever had of the red-haired lady.
Ten years later (when I was 13) when I finally confronted my parents about what had happened, all the details came out. The Ministers 14 year old daughter had been "molesting" children left in her care. I had been not quite three years old, and that's why the memories of her were so vague. She was taken to a "hospital" where she stayed for nearly 3 years. When I was 16 I spent the better part of 6 months tracing her movements and I finally tracked her down. She was living in another state, married and had a job as a teacher. When I confronted her, she was quite panicked like I was there to accuse her of something. She couldn't believe that I was there to thank her. Thank her for all the gentle kindness she had shown me. We held each other and cried, for we both knew what had been lost between us all those years ago, by the Neanderthal "Christians" who had split us apart. She confided in me that she and her husband had found each other at college, and that they loved their children in both a parental and physical way. I felt proud at being let in on that secret, knowing that she still trusted me after all this time.
"Monica" wanted to tell her side of the story for you:
"From as early on as I can remember, my father had touched me and my sisters in sexual ways. He had never had intercourse with us, but he had fingered us and had taught us suck his cock whenever we were alone. I grew up to think that this was the way everyone was, but everyone kept it secret from each other. I don't know exactly when I developed my attraction to young (and baby) boys, but I was very young myself. I was no more than 9 years old when I was first left alone to baby-sit one of the babies at the church, and I couldn't have been more than 10 when I started to 'molest' the baby boys that I took care of. I want to make it clear that I never hurt them, never penetrated them to the point that they were in pain, and always was gentle and kind. Sam is the only one of the boys I was in sexual contact with who has ever contacted me, so I don't know if they all have good memories of those events or not; but certainly Sam does and so do my 2 boys, as well as my daughter. Anyway, when we were caught, it was my fault for not being more careful, and that's basically what my dad told me. I was 14 and sent to an institution where they spent the next 3 years telling me how evil I was and how much I had messed up those boys lives. I actually believed all that, and in therapy ended up telling about my father's 'abuse' of his daughters and he eventually went to prison, even though not one of my sisters nor I would press charges or testify against him. He's out now, and has pretty much forgiven me for what happened. I believed all the lies I was told until I met my future husband in college and we confessed our backgrounds to each other and found that we had so much in common that we came to the realization that what had been done to us and what we had done to others is normal, healthy fun. That's why we have never let one day go by in our children's lives where we haven't 'molested' them in some way. By the way, my kids are just fine!"
The next thing that happened that is interesting enough to remember was when I was nine years old. I was "raped" by Jane, my 15 year old baby-sitter. During the second time she baby-sat for me, she fondled me and kissed me. When the time came for her to sit for me again, and she found out I hadn't told anyone about what had taken place the last time, she waited for five minutes after my parents had left, and then picked me up and half-carried, half-dragged me to my bedroom. Right there, on my "superman" bed, she yanked off my clothes, and hers as well. She climbed on top of me and without saying anything, she began to hump me. My little 4 incher was instantly hard, and she worked it into her cunt. She rode me in different positions for hours. Since I was too young to cum, I stayed hard as she enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. She taught me to French kiss, sucked hard on my nipples and made me do the same to her. Finally when it was all over, we got dressed and she simply said, "If you ever tell anyone what we did here today, I'll go to jail and we'll never be able to do it again."
Jane became my favorite baby-sitter from that day on. I don't remember another time that she sat for me that we didn't have some kind of sex. The saddest day of my life was three and a half years later, just after I turned 13, when my parents got ready to go out for the night, and I waited for them to call Jane, but they never did. I was now old enough to stay "home alone". I sat in my room that night, jacking off to memories of Jane, and crying like a little baby, because I knew that my fun with her was at an end.
A neat little side note is that almost two years later I got a chance to thank Jane (oh, I had said thanks a thousand-billion time before, but now I got a chance to repay her) when she came to me in tears and said that she had baby-sat the night before for Timmy Nichols, who lived down the block, and that she was sure he was going to tell. I knew Timmy, he was 8 years old and a good kid. I found him in his tree house and I asked him why he was going to tell on Jane. He said that in school they had said that if anyone ever touches you "down there" that it was a bad touch and that you had to tell someone. He said he didn't really want to tell on Jane, that he liked her, and liked what the two of them had done together, but that he didn't want to get in trouble for disobeying school rules either.
I talked with him for over an hour, and finally he realized that Jane had not given him a "bad touch" but a private "good touch" and that he wasn't going to tell. I confided in him about all the years Jane had "touched" me, and that I would always love her for that, and that we had never gotten into trouble. Jane told me weeks later that my talk to him had made all the difference in the world, and that they could now "play safe" together. I caught up with Jane a couple of years ago, and she was no longer baby-sitting. She had three kids of her own.
"I went through a time in my life, for some reason, that I was terribly attracted to young boys. I have 5 friends in my life, like Sam and Timothy, who have come back to me years later, as adults, and thanked me for all the fun I had given them over the years. Not one of the five ever accused me of molesting or raping them. I have never been attracted to my own sons, until just recently. My oldest boy just turned 11, and I accidentally walked in on him masturbating the other day. Our family has always been casual about nudity, but he was terribly embarrassed, and I understood why. We had a talk and I told him it was fine, and his father had another chat with him later, and we gave him a new lock for his bedroom door. But when all was said and done, I can't help but think back to that moment I watched my own son stroking his little cock like that. My husband doesn't know about my past, and I'm honestly not sure how he'd react if I told him I had the hots for our son!"
When I was 12 I met two men who lived together in our neighborhood. I forget their real names, so I will call them Brad and Carl. I was a substitute paperboy, and one day, when I was collecting money, I was invited into their home. I looked around, and they had all kinds of cool pornographic homosexual paintings on the wall. Brad asked if I liked the paintings, and I said I thought they were "cool". Then he asked if he could suck my dick, and I agreed. He was really good at it, and Carl stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders and my bare ass while his partner sucked me off. I went over to their house every day after school for a few weeks. They never asked me to perform on them (I probably would have been scared off), but one or the other (and sometimes both) always sucked me to an orgasm. One day after school I went to their house and there were cops everywhere. One of the men was already in the back of a police car, and when no one was looking I sneaked over to it and stuck my head in the open front window and smiled at Brad. He looked sad, but laughed just a little when I said, "Well, I don't suppose you can suck my cock from back there, can you?" One of the cops saw me and wanted to know what I was doing there. I got just a little bit brave for the first time in my life and I said nice and loud, "Since you're arresting the guy who usually blows me, how about you getting on your knees and sucking my cock?" The cop got pissed and chased me away, but I did hear Brad laughing as I ran away. Brad and Carl got arraigned the next day, posted bail, and split. To this day I have no idea where either of them are. I'd just like to say, "Thanks Guys!".
The rest of my Jr. High and Sr. High school life was pretty normal. I dated, and fooled around, and for a few months when I was 14 "dated" a guy (yes, a guy) who was a year younger than I. Steve Hutchinson was his name, and he invited me over to his house after school and then very timidly came on to me. I was flattered, but told him that I had never messed around with a boy before. He seemed quite embarrassed, but then I told him that I had never ruled it out, either. I'm a pretty opened minded guy when it comes to sex and life in general. I told him up front I didn't think I was gay, but that he was really cute and if he wanted to "mess around" without any guarantee of a serious relationship, that it was fine with me. We spent the rest of the school year and the summer "messing around", and I discovered that sex with a boy is in some ways as nice as sex with a girl. He loved to get fucked, so I did that quite often, and he even did me once, but I really wasn't into it, so he never asked to fuck me again - probably for fear of me refusing him altogether. He spent an entire night in my arms just crying the night he told me that his dad had been promoted and that they were moving to Washington, DC. Steve's a lobbyist for a gay rights group now, and I saw him not to long ago. He has a "husband" and a child from his lovers first marriage. They seem happy. I asked him to comment for the story, but he just smiled and said, "Those are really great memories that I keep locked up in my mind until I'm bored, all alone, and need something to jack off too."
The rest of my sex life was pretty damn vanilla until I was a senior in High school. That was the year that changed everything. The year started off innocently enough. Sally Rogers and I had dated hot and heavy that summer, but she broke it off just before school started because she wanted to "concentrate on her studies". I was looking for a new girl when one fell in my lap. Literally.
We had new neighbors next door to us. I had seen the woman, Eve, and she was kind of hot. Early 30's and a nice tight body. She had a daughter, Staci, about 8 years old, that had kind of "flirted" with me when we first met. I was flattered by the attention of a child like that, but not at all turned on. Then one night there was a frantic knock at the door. Eve said that her grandmother had taken a fall down a flight of stairs and that her mother needed her. She had no one to look after Staci for the night, but that she had arranged for Staci to stay at a friends house after school the next day, and for a few days. She asked if I could baby-sit Staci that night. I agreed.
I got together a change of clothes and went next door. Staci was talking on the phone to her great-grandmother, who seemed to be okay. Eve left and I asked Staci if her great- grandmother was okay.
"Yes," Staci said, "Nana says she's really okay, and that she would feel better if everyone just calmed down a little and didn't worry so much. She said that she didn't even break any bones, and that she was just bruised up pretty bad. She told me that her bones didn't break 'cause she always drinks her milk in the morning. That made me laugh."
I was sitting on their couch and Staci came over and climbed right up on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me. "I'm glad your Nana's okay" I said. Staci whispered in my ear, "I like you".
I laughed and whispered back to her, "I like you too." Then she giggled and whispered even quieter, "I love you". I got serious and then I whispered in her ear, "I love you too." She got kind of quiet in my arms for a moment and I noticed for the first time that I had a stiffy in my pants. This little girl was turning me on. She leaned in very close and said, "I want to kiss you." I took her head in my hands and looked right in her eyes. "Oh, yeah?" I said, "Well, I want to kiss you too." She giggled just a bit and said, "I want to kiss you on your tongue". I said, "Well, I want to lick your nipples. So there." She giggled loudly and then put her hands on the side of my head just like I was holding hers. "Oh yeah? Well, I want to rub your penis" she said. I faked shock and then said, "Oh yeah? Well, I want to stick my tongue in your cunny." Staci smiled and stuck her tongue out of her mouth and wriggled it around. "Yeah well I want to lick your penis" "Yeah well I want to lick your butt" "Yeah well I want to suck on your balls" "Yeah well I want to fuck you" "Yeah, well I want you to fuck me too".
We locked eyes at this moment, and I said, "Staci, you're only 8 years old. Are you terribly sure you know what you are asking for, or is this just a game?" She looked deep into my eyes and said, "I know all about sex, but I've never been alone with a boy before. I want to know if your penis feels like mommys dildo when its inside of me." I began to stroke the girls back as I asked, "You play with your mommy's dildo?" "Yup, whenever she's not around. Kind of all the time."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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