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Subject: Title story: "A Child is Born" Author: INCESTOR 64262200
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Date: Sun, 08 Jan 2006 22:58:55 +0000
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A Child is Born by Starlight It began at a Christmas party. Rosemary was
seventeen and approaching her eighteenth year. She was in her first year at
university and, being a highly intelligent girl, was doing extremely well. The
biblical words "For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have
more in abundance," were clearly true for Rosemary. Not only did she have a good
brain, but good looks and personality to go with it. She was the sort of person
who drives you mad with envy at the many good personal gifts that have been
bestowed on them. In addition, her looks were not the pretty passing looks of
youth, but the sort that will wear long and well over the coming years. As I
said, it started at a Christmas party. This girl, who had it all before her, got
drunk. Normally she did not drink alcohol, but someone had spiked the fruit cup,
and this had a devastating effect on Rosemary. The upshot was, Rosemary got
pregnant to one of her university lecturers who took her virginity in a back
bedroom. When a few weeks later the fact of pregnancy was definite, her parents
were horrified. "You've ruined your life," "We'll be the talk of the
neighbourhood, " "He'll have to marry you," "You'll have to have an abortion,"
"We'll have it adopted out." So went the litany of parental rebuke. As it
happened the father of the child did offer to marry Rosemary. Not that he was a
particularly honourable man, or that he cared much about Rosemary beyond a
casual fuck, but too many people had seen him disappear into that back bedroom
with her. Rosemary refused this offer of marital bliss. If she had been sober,
he was about the last man she would desire to have sex with, or marry. This was
just as well, because some three years after the offer he "Found himself," and
set up house with a male student called Walter and, so the story went, "lived
happily ever after." Rosemary was equally adamant about abortion and adoption.
She told her despairing parents that she intended to have the child and bring it
up herself. This produced further parental wails, the content of which I shall
leave to your imagination. You see, from the moment Rosemary was aware that she
carried within her new life, she had an overwhelming feeling of joy. Where other
girls in her condition, even some married ones, might mourn their lot, for her,
it was a blessing and not a curse. It might be useful to point out here that
among her many other qualities, Rosemary was a very spiritual person, and often
had more insights than the preachers she heard Sunday by Sunday, and certainly
more than some of the church people who muttered, "The wages of sin." Thus, from
the first moment of realisation, Rosemary felt there was something very special
about the child she bore. There was a deep bonding even before the child saw the
light of day. The pregnancy went without a hitch in fact she had never felt
better or looked more beautiful than she did during that period. She positively
glowed with health and happiness. The lecturer father kept at a distance, except
that he made a very nice allowance to Rosemary that was to be kept up until the
child reached its eighteenth year. In the following years he maintained the
distance, showing no interest in the girl who's virginity he had taken or the
offspring. Rosemary even rejoiced at the pain of childbirth, seeing it as the
sort of pain that always goes with the privilege of bringing forth a new
creation. It was a boy child, and when holding him in her arms for the first
time, where others saw a red wrinkled creature, she saw the universe
encapsulated in this tiny fragment of life. The bonding already begun in the
womb, now continued, and over the coming years was to take on unusual depths and
meaning. She returned to the parental home with the child, whom she had named
John because, as Rosemary said, "God has been gracious." At the end of the first
year after John's birth, Rosemary found an apartment she could afford, and they
moved in. For the first five years of John's life, Rosemary devoted her time and
energy to caring for him. She held the view that there would be no artificial
accelerated learning. "When he is ready he will learn if the materials are ready
to hand for him." They played together and bathed together. After bathing they
would wrestle around the floor naked or hide from each other waiting to be
found. There was to be no false modesty between them, for, as Rosemary said,
"The human body is too beautiful to be hidden all the time." I hasten to add
that this may be true of Rosemary and John, but it may not be a universal truth
unfortunately. John was not to be a child forever stuck before a television set.
He was taken out in the pram across woods and fields, and his bare feet allowed
to touch the earth. Like his mother, John had a quick intelligence, and speedily
came to appreciate the beauty of his world and the creatures that inhabited it.
When the time came for him to go to school, and once she was sure he had settled
in well, Rosemary returned to her studies. She was careful to see that this did
not interfere with the time she and John spent together. With a more enlightened
view of education holding sway, she could pace herself out appropriately.
Sometimes, in the evening and while she read to him, John would reach up and
touch her face and say, "Mummy, you are beautiful. I love you." There is no more
sincere compliment than that, coming from a child, and Rosemary would have to
wipe her eyes and blow her nose, as she replied, "I love you too, my darling."
And it was true. This love between mother and son deepened over the years. If
Sigmund Freud was right, and the son perceives the father as a rival for the
mother's affection, then John did not have this problem. Rosemary was not
without lovers, but they were never flaunted before John. She took great care in
her choice of men. She wanted no long-term relationships, and if she suspected a
lover was getting too close, the affair was ended. She also guarded against
further pregnancies and disease. Having put herself on the pill, she made doubly
sure by always insisting on a condom being used. One of Rosemary's concerns for
John was the masculine aspect of his development. Having no role model
immediately available, she made shameless use of her father and two married
brothers. Between them John was introduced to those mostly male activities like
fishing, fiddling with car engines, doing things "down in the shed," and abusing
referees at football matches. Not that these men objected to being used, as John
had such a sunny, open and loving disposition, being with him was always a
pleasure. As to herself, Rosemary could never quite understand her reticence to
accept an ongoing relationship with a man. Clearly, the problem was not sexual
because she had lovers for her gratification. Nor did she lack offers of
marriage. Staff and students at the university went after her like a prize which
none of them won. Single men in the church she attended tried for her hand,
including one Reverent Gentlemen, but all failed. She told herself and those who
enquired, "I'm waiting for the right man to come along," but this did not
convince her. Her real reason was partially hidden from her, but it was allowed
to surface as, "I don't want anyone coming between John and I." For the time
being, she left it at that. As the years went on Rosemary gained her degree and
this in turn led to her becoming a Pharmacist working for a local Chemist on a
part time basis. This gave her the extra income that enabled them to move from
the apartment to a house. John did well at school, and apart from the odd
moments of woe, enjoyed his life. He and Rosemary continued to be naked in each
other's presence, taking showers together and still wrestling around. The house
they had acquired included a swimming pool, and one day when John was about
thirteen, and he and Rosemary were swimming naked, she noticed the first signs
of pubic hair in his groin and an apparent enlargement of his penis. She smiled
as she recalled the times she had washed his little sexual organ when he was a
baby, and felt a sense of exultation at the thought that he was now moving
towards manhood. She drew no attention to this development, but waited for him
to comment if he wished. He did so one evening when they were having their after
shower wrestle. "Look, mum, see what's happening to me?" She showed interest,
but because she made no big thing about it, John did not go into that shy stage
that seems to afflict many young people. As with most of his life up to that
point, and thanks to Rosemary's careful nurturing, this most dramatic of
physical changes was taken in his stride. He later mentioned that he was
producing sperm. Thanks to the enlightened school John attended and Rosemary's
own instruction, John learned about matters sexual, the potential dangers and
pleasures. When he started serious dating, Rosemary always made sure there was a
supply of condoms placed in the draw of his dressing table. She knew he made use
of them because she was the re-supplier, but again, she never made any comment.
If he wanted to talk about it, he would. It was when he was about fifteen that
she noticed for the first time, that he was looking at her intently during their
after swim laze by he pool. She also noted an erection. She said nothing, but
looking at him, she felt the faint throbbing in her clitoris. Her mind went back
to the often asked question, "Why no ongoing relationship?" She thought she knew
now. Their after shower wrestling had now ceased, as his six feet one inch to
her five feet six inches, proved a bit overbearing. Instead they would do a few
push ups and other exercises, and then lay around on the rug for a while. At
least once a week they went out together, perhaps to a restaurant or theatre. At
weekends, they would often hike for a few hours over the nearby hills, and
always they were happy in each other's company. Even Rosemary's mother noticed
the close bond between them, and commented, "I wish I'd had some of that from
your father or your brothers." Interesting comment from one whom had wanted to
terminate John's life before it had even begun. As to their sex lives, neither
flaunted their activities before the other. Both knew that there were sexual
activities going on, and these were not really kept secret, especially as
Rosemary was the condom re-supplier, and one day John had come across his
mother's contraceptive pills. One unavoidable matter now constantly presented
itself to Rosemary. She sexually aroused John, and in turn, he aroused her. She
also knew that John was aware of their mutual desire. Even if she did not see
John's erections in her presence, their close bonding would have communicated
his feelings to her and hers to him. In short, both knew the truth, but at that
time, the truth could not set them free. When John was seventeen and a half,
Rosemary dismissed her latest lover and threw away her contraceptive pills.
Within a couple of weeks as she went to replenish John's condoms, she saw that
none had been used since her last visit to the draw. Two weeks later she looked
again and still none had been used. The signal was clear and she knew the time
was drawing close. Now came a period of frustration for both of them. John had
to masturbate frequently and Rosemary bought herself a vibrator. They would lie
in their beds at night with only a wall between them, trying to relieve
themselves of the tensions they felt. It was not very satisfactory. John's
eighteenth birthday arrived and a party was held. It went on until the early
hours of the morning with all the usual noise and clatter of these occasions.
Rosemary and John slept late, then got up to a mountainous mess. It took them a
few hours to get things straight, and when finished they stripped off and
plunged into the swimming pool. Finishing the swim, they sat down on air
mattresses beside the pool. After a few minutes, they looked into each other's
eyes. Rosemary parted her legs, reached out her hand to John and said, "Yes,
darling." He moved over to her and entered. That poolside entry was the earnest
of things to come. That night John went to his mother's bed. Holding her close
to him he kissed her, pouring into her all his longing and desire. She, set on
fire by him, stroked and kissed his penis, sucking in his precum like a starving
woman. His hands and lips found her breasts, the source of his first
nourishment, and poured his love over them. Moving to her vagina his tongue
entered the sweet place he had entered this world from. Rosemary had thrown away
her contraceptive pills, and as he tried to put on a condom, she stopped him.
"No, my love, I shall always take you as you are, and rejoice in what we are
given." He poured himself into her. It is now seven years since that first time
of their coming together as lovers. I see them and their three beautiful
children frequently. So far, they have one boy and twin girls. Rosemary and John
have braved the sneers and accusations of some, and the envy of those who long
for a love like theirs. Rosemary looks forward to more children. May God bless
them richly.
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