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Birds and Bees (Mf, cons, young teen)
By: Phil Phantom
Emily Drew placed the car in park, then turned to her
fifteen-year-old daughter, Darlene and said, "Don't you just
love the property in the fall. The colors scream out and it's
so peaceful with no one here."
"Yeah, but the pond sure doesn't look inviting with all that
leafy crud on it. I sure don't feel like swimming. So, are you
going to tell me, now, why we drove all the way out here to
talk."
"Yes. This won't be easy for me, Darlene. We have to have that
talk all mothers dread and most avoid."
"We already had that talk last year."
"No, I'm talking about Birds and Bees Part II."
"There's a part two?"
"I'm afraid so, and it's a doozie. Like I said, most mothers
never get started. I was trying to put it off until your
sixteenth birthday. When we bumped into each other in the hall
after you came from the shower, I knew we needed to talk right
away. You have truly blossomed in the past year. You're now a
fully fledged woman, and your breasts are almost as big as mine.
I think you're ready for a C-cup."
Darlene turned seven shades of red and said, "God, that was so
embarrassing. I thought no one was home. I heard your car
leave."
"I forgot something. That's neither here nor there. If we'd
been a more sexually open and less inhibited family, I wouldn't
have stared so openly with my mouth open. I can only imagine
what you were thinking. I guess you thought I was perverted,
one of 'those' women the way I stared at your breasts and
crotch."
Darlene added another three shades of red and said, "I'd never
think that. I was afraid you thought I was showing myself on
purpose, because I just stood there and didn't cover up. I was
afraid you brought me out here to tell me how nasty I was."
"I thought no such thing."
"Well, I sure felt nasty afterwards. So...what are we going to
talk about?"
"Sex, the down and dirty facts of life, the things every woman
needs to know about men, or boys in your case."
"This is going to be embarrassing. Mom, if you don't want to do
this, you don't have to. Debbie Stevens showed me a book her
parents have. It's like a sex encyclopedia. It even has
drawings. I sorta know all that stuff."
"I'm sure you do, but that's not what we're here to discuss."
Emily paused to stare at the large pond, then faced Darlene to
say, "God, this is so hard getting started. The language alone
seems impossible. Sweetheart, you're going to hear me use words
you've never heard me say. I'm sure you've heard them, but I
might use a term you've either never heard or never understood.
It's impossible to discuss this subject without using the gutter
language that goes with it. Promise me you'll stop and ask
questions if you hear something that needs clarification. Will
you promise?"
"Yeah, I guess, but I think I've heard all the words, and I'm
pretty sure I know what everything means. You're talking about
the 'F' word, the 'P' word, the two 'C' words, and the 'D' word
aren't you? You can just use the letters if you want."
"I'm talking about fuck, pussy, cock, cunt, and dick. I'm also
talking about twats, assholes, tits, clits, pricks, cum, jism,
spunk, slimy fuck sauce, cunt licking, cock sucking, and butt
fucking. Good Lord, now my face is burning red! At least I got
that part over with. There's more, but that's just what popped
off the top of my head."
Darlene sat in stunned silence with her mouth open, but slowly
expelled a long breath and said, "Wow! I never thought I'd hear
any of those words from you. Debbie uses them all, too much, if
you ask me."
"Then I don't need to explain any of those terms?"
"No. I know about all those."
"Good, because I'll be using them frequently during this talk.
Those terms fit the subject matter, so I won't try to make this
sound nice and clinical. Sweetheart, last time we talked about
the act of procreation, making love. We talked about sex as
part of romance and a loving relationship. Making love to make
a baby for two loving people is sweet and beautiful. I would
have no qualms about letting you watch a video of me and your
father creating you. It was absolutely beautiful and in no way
nasty. I thought you'd like to know."
"That's great. Thanks for sharing that."
"You were our first, and you were conceived on our honeymoon.
We poured our love for each other into you, and maybe that's why
you came out so perfect. You really are, Darlene. You've never
been a lick of trouble. You get straight A's and you help
around the house. And you are an exceptionally lovely and
beautiful person. Now, we can add sexy. Yes, Darlene, you are
sexy beyond words. You have no idea how sexy you are, and how
you drive the males in our family right up a wall."
"Mom, you're embarrassing me. I'm not trying to be sexy."
"You don't have to try. That's the point. Everything you do is
sexy. You walk sexy, you eat sexy, you lounge around the house
in skimpy clothing having no idea why you're always looking up
or over to find eyes on your intimate skin. You've noticed
that, haven't you?"
"Of course, but I don't show intimate skin on purpose. You
don't think I tease Brad and Scott on purpose, do you?"
"I see you left out the worst offender, your father. You left
me out, too, for that matter. No, it's all right. I'll admit
it. I look. Maybe I'm the worst offender. I won't make
excuses. It's natural for one female to look at another. Can
you tell me that if you see a girl or woman sitting in an
unladylike pose, showing her panties, or possibly a naked pussy,
you don't look?"
"Yeah, I'll look if nobody can see I'm looking."
"I'm the same way, only I don't worry too much about being
caught looking at home. It's only when you catch me that I feel
odd. Perhaps this talk will help clear the air. I'm not queer
for you, Darlene, but I do appreciate and envy your youthful
beauty."
"I never thought you were, Mom. Honest. That thought never
crossed my mind."
"Well, it should have. It is possible. I am, in fact,
bisexual. I have had sex with other women, and enjoyed it."
"Mom! Are you serious?"
"I am dead serious. Sweetheart, you're going to learn things
about me that will blow your mind. You're going to learn things
about your father that will blow you away. You only know part
of us. The other part has been hidden from you. One of the
reasons we have to have this talk now, is that things are
closing in on you from every direction. I know of three men in
your life who are actively trying to seduce you. All three are
getting close."
"Who?"
"Debbie's father, for one; your drama teacher, Mr. Clark; and
the man you babysit for, Luke Stoner. No, don't bother with
denials. I know the signs. I've been right where you are now.
I was too cute and innocent for my own good, just as you are.
My first six sex partners were all adult men, and they all
scored one after the other just before I turned sixteen. It's
like we Peterson women suddenly wake up one day with a sign on
our ass that says, 'Fuck me!'"
"It sure is strange hearing you use the 'F' word. I guess I'll
get used to it, but it is strange."
"Use the words, not the letters, and you'll make this easier on
both of us."
"Okay, I'll try. Well, to tell you the truth, those guys have
been acting pretty strange lately. Is there something I need to
do differently?"
"You need to have your eyes open and be aware. You need to see
what's going on around you. You need knowledge about sex and
men in general, something I didn't have. My mother never even
told me about the birds and bees part one. I was easy pickin's."
"Wow, I thought Dad was your first? I knew you'd been raped,
but I thought he was your first lover."
"He was my first lover. I didn't love those other men. I was
used by them. I felt used. Granted, I look back on some of
those experiences as thrilling events, but it was raw sex, no
love. Some were pretty bad, and I wish I knew then how I could
have delt with them. I want you to have that knowledge. We're
going to start with men."
"Why, I don't want to do anything with men?"
"Yes, but they want you; besides, if you know men, you know
boys. Men are just bigger boys where sex is concerned. They
never outgrow their childhood fascination with female anatomy
and the dirty aspects of sex. Men prefer that sex be dirty.
Sure, they'll make love to win a woman over; but once they have
her, they only want to fuck her."
"Is Daddy that way, too?"
"Oh, yes. I think the last time we made love was to conceive
you. After that, it has been down and dirty fucking. If you
want to attract and keep a good man, give him sex the way he
wants it. Your father is a great provider and a handsome devil
besides. He's a good father, as well. He'd be a hard man to
keep home, keep in a marriage, or to live out one's life with.
I've managed by satisfying his every sexual desire anytime he's
in the mood."
"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of stuff does he want
you to do?"
"We'll talk specifics later. Suffice it to say, he is the
quintessential male in that he wants his cake, and he wants to
eat it too."
"I've heard that expression, but I'm not sure what it means."
"Picture this beautiful birthday cake, richly decorated with
your name on it, candles and all. You'd love to save it, but
you also want to eat it. We women don't think much about that.
We cut the cake and start serving our friends. Boys want to
keep it to themselves, untouched; but they want to eat it just
as badly. They want their cake, and they want to eat it too."
"Okay, I get it. So that's why Daddy always gets two cakes."
"Yes, his mother started doing that when he was very little.
Your father has a bad case of wanting things both ways, and it
extends to his sex life. He wants the perfect wife and mother,
a true lady in every way; but he also wants a raging slut in the
bedroom. Most men are like that to some degree; but again, your
father has it bad. As pure and clean as I appear outside the
bedroom, I am filthy dirty inside. You would be shocked
speechless if you ever saw how we behave, or knew what we talk
about."
"Wow, this is so far out. I just can't imagine."
"I know it's hard for children to see their parents as sexual
beings, but we're no different than any other loving couple that
makes a marriage work. If you want the truth, we are both very
horny people, and we seem to be getting hornier with age."
"Wow, Mom, this really is a frank talk. It's kinda neat once
you get used to it, though. By the way, I'm not one of those
who can't picture her parents being sexual beings. We know you
guys are horny. We think it's neat having horny parents. Brad
and Scott do, I know. I act embarrassed when you guys suddenly
dash off to the bedroom, but I think it's neat, too."
"I'm happy to hear that. I think we have a healthy and vigorous
sex life. We fuck every day, sometimes four or five times in a
single day. Your father fucked me right before we left. His
cum is leaking out of my cunt as we speak. I see you're
shocked."
"Well, yeah, but it was mostly from the words you used."
"I know. I used them on purpose. I'm trying to get us both
used to using them and hearing them. I want you to use them,
too, just for the talk. If you use these words in my presense
at home, I'll wash your filthy fucking mouth out with soap, take
a strap to your naked ass in front of your father and the boys,
then make you stand in a corner with your naked ass on display."
"God, Mom, would you really do that to me? You've never hit me
in your life."
"I know, but things will be different after we have this talk.
Your father and I decided that we can't go on playing this game
of being super-straight parents any longer. You're the reason
we've held back. We had planned all along to open up and be
more ourselves at home once you turned sixteen, received this
talk, and became sexually active yourself. We are forced by
outside circumstances to speed the schedule along."
"Okay, but why take it out on me? That would be awful if you
did that."
"I would love to do that to you, but not because I seriously
want to hurt or punish you. I just want the excuse to do it for
the sexual thrill. I would love forcing you to expose your
hidden treasures in that way, and I'd get a big charge out of
the reactions of the boys and your father, especially your
father. The spanking would just be icing on the cake."
"You're blowing my mind, Mom."
"I knew I would, but after the talk, I think you'll understand
perfectly. You never slip with language, so if I hear a 'fuck'
or 'cock-sucker' come from your lips, I'll know you want your
cute ass spanked and your pussy placed on display."
"What you're saying is, you wouldn't really be angry if I said
something dirty?"
"Not at all. You'll be punished every time you do, but if you
can take the heat, talk all the trash you want. We keep getting
side-tracked. We were discussing fucking, and I left off
telling you I got fucked right before we left. By the way, I'm
not wearing panties, so you can just imagine what the back of my
skirt is going to look like when we get home. When we get home,
you'll have to walk behind me to cover me, so you won't have to
imagine for long."
"God, this is so weird. Can I tell Debbie about this talk?"
"No. No one can ever know. This is a very private and special
mother/daughter talk. When you have a daughter, you are free to
pass along this vital information. I hope you find it easier to
do. I still can't believe I'm talking to you this way. It's
getting a bit easier, but it still feels awkward. You could
help by loosening up. Say something filthy, will you?"
"Okay...how about, 'This talk is making me horny.'"
"You call that filthy? Come on. I know you can do better."
Darlene impishly bit her lower lip, then smiled and said, "My
pussy feels slimy and itchy."
"Good. That's much better, and honest, besides. We must be
honest with each other, Darlene. We must feel free to speak our
minds. My pussy feels slimy, too. Most of that slime is your
father's sperm, but some of that slime is the result of thinking
about turning your adorable naked ass over my lap for a spanking
while my three guys stare at your cute little pouting pussy
winking back at them from between your kicking bare legs. Damn,
this is getting easier, and more fun."
"Wow! That really turns you on, huh? Does the hitting part
turn you on?"
"Yes, but it's not a big thing with me. My hits wouldn't hurt.
Spanking or strokes with a belt would mostly be show. Again,
we're getting off track. Before we begin, I need to make one
thing clear. After we have this talk, you may return to life as
usual. Nothing need change. Your eyes will be wide open.
You'll know the score. You'll know what we're thinking, what
we're doing, and why we think and do what we do. I'm speaking
of your father and I. I'm sure you already know what a fourteen
and thirteen-year-old boy thinks about, and how they feel about
having a sexy sister sharing the house with them."
"I'll say. They aren't subtle at all."
"That may be due to the way they were both conceived. They were
both fucked into my womb. If we had a video of their
conception, I wouldn't want it shown at a sailor's poker game
halfway around the world. What I'm saying to you is, you will
control how we treat you from here on out. If you stay the
same, we'll treat you the same. If we see a change in you, such
as yelling out, 'Fuck' when you stub your toe, instead of 'Ouch,
ouch, ouch,' we'll respond accordingly. If you don't intend
sending that sign