She had a boyfriend of six months, but she felt that the relationship wasn't working. Her boyfriend was abusive to her, and was often mad at her. He would ask her where she is going and where she was. She had lost her virginity to him, but wish she hadn't. She wanted to have children in her life, but she didn't want to have them with him. She drove home, and her parents were out of town on vacation. She sat outside and saw a boy ridin ghis bike down the street. She talked to him. "How old are you?" she asked. He said he was fourteen. She had never seen this boy before, which was perfect for what she wanted to do. She asked him to come inside. She asked whether he was a virgin, and he said yes. This boy was lucky to have been riding boy her home. She asked him to take off his clothes and she took off hers. She had him lie down on her living room floor, and got down and sucked his hard penis, pushing into her mouth and letting it slide out. The boy asked why she was doing this him. "Because you're a boy," she replied.

She lied down and spread her legs and wanted him to see what she had. "Taste me," she told him. He knelt down and tasted this girl, licking her vulva. She was entitled to this since she had just sucked on him, and even if she hadn't, she deserved it because she was a girl. Boys were born to serve their girls, and what a girl told him to do he ought to do. If a little girl wanted to suck daddy's penis, why was it crime just because daddy might enjoy it? His penis is there to serve women and girls of all ages. If a teenage girl wanted to suck on a boy's penis, why wasn't she allowed to? She remembered how the boy she had cut had licked her feet, and she wanted this from him too. She told him to lick them. She hadn't worn shoes on her way to babysit, and so her feet were dusty again from walking down the sidewalks and into the house. He eagerly licked her feet, brushing away the dust with his saliva, leaving her feet again clean. She didn't forget why she asked him in. She had him lie down as she got on top of him. She positioned him to penetrate her and she knew that when she slid down on top of the boy, he would no longer be a virgin. She pushed down on top of him, letting his erection push open her vaginal wall. It wasn't just this boy's penis inside of her, it was the boy's innocence. When he went home his mother would look at him and see her virgin little boy, but he would know that he had lost his innocence. She wished his mother was there to watch this, so she would know that he wasn't a little boy anymore. She wanted his mother to know that she could use his body as an outlet to release her frustration. She was his little boy, and he owed it to her to let her use him as a symbol of all of her anxieties, since she could take him inside of her and control him to give her pleasure. He could be a symbol of all men in her life and she could take advantage of him sexually, and he owed it to her to let this happen. She had carried him insider her for nine months, raised him, clothed him, and fed him his whole life, and if she wanted sex with him she deserved it. It wasn't as though he wouldn't enjoy it. She knew it would improve their relationship, and dad didn't have to find out. Didn't she owe it to other women to show her son how to properly make love to a woman and to show him his place, which was a submissive male? His mother deserved it, she was entitled to it, and she owed it to herself, her family, her son, and other women to do have a sexual relationship with her son. Society would say no to this, but society, being dominated by men and misguided women, would object to anything that makes women feel better about themselves or their bodies. She didn't like how girls at the swimming pool had to wear swimming suits even though they were beautiful beings. Boys could get an erection if they saw that, but that was because they weren't used to seeing their sister sex the way God made them. If they did get erection, they shouldn't have to feel embarrassed about it. She felt that girls should wear clothes if and when they felt comfortable with that. She wanted dads to take baths with their little girls so they would have a male presence in their life that would show them that they have a beautiful body and that it was okay to be nude. She felt that if girls wanted a male to do a certain thing, then he should let it happen, and if he wants her to do something he needs to respect her right to say no and not pressure her. Boys were born to serve women, and she wanted them to want to. The boys would feel lucky to have born a boy, so that they can serve women in any way that they ask. She wanted the teachers at school to ask the girls to take their shoes and shirts off and throw them away, and for the boys to be required not to wear clothes so that the girls weren't intimidated by them. She wanted this boy to go to school on Monday naked, and if girls wanted to stare at his penis, touch it, taste it, then he should let that happen. She wanted women to not feel compelled to wear so much clothing, so that young boys would get used to seeing a female nude, so that they would learn to accept the female body as something beautiful, not some object to be craved. She wanted the aggressive boys to face harsher punishment and the more submissive boys to be rewarded. The best reward for them would be to be able to serve more and younger girls.

She knew she could get pregnant without protection, which was why she didn't use any. She rode on top of the boy, letting his penis slide in and out of her until he ejaculated. She asked him how old his mom was, which confused him somewhat. "Thirty seven," he said. "Is she pretty?" "I guess she's ok." Sarah said, "I want you to tell your mom what we did today." She pulled on her pants and shirt and then quickly grabbed the boy's clothes. "I'll drive you home so I can make sure you tell her. Otherwise you can ride your bike home naked." The boy didn't want to tell his mom, and figured he could make up some story about why he was naked. On the other hand, he thought, he didn't want people seeing him ride around in the nude. He agreed to go with her. She loaded his bike up into the trunk and gave him his clothes back as they drove off. He put them on in the car as he gave her directions to his home. They got there and went to the door. He opened it and the mother said, "Hi Tommy, how was your bike ride?" "It was ok." She saw Sarah standing there as well. "Who's your friend?" she asked. "I'm Sarah." "Hi Sarah, have a seat, it's hot out there today. It's cooler in here. So do you know Tommy from school?" "No, I just met him." "So what school do you go to?" she asked. Not answering the question she said, "I saw your son riding down the street, then I rode him." She looked terrified. "What do you mean?" "Your son had sex with me just minutes ago. I might be pregnant." "Get out of here! What are these lies your telling me?" "Your son isn't a virgin anymore," she said, "your little boy is developing into a man." The mother always saw her son as a nonsexual little boy, and this new information disturbed her. She had sexual fantasies that included having sex with the boy, which she disregarded as impossible since he was so young. Sarah undid the boy's zipper and button and pulled down his pants. "What are you doing?" asked the mother. "I'm showing you your son," she said. "I've seen him before as a little boy," she replied. Sarah gripped the boy's penis and moved it around in her hand, and it grew somewhat. What the mother now saw wasn't the genitals of her little boy anymore. They were those of a young man who lived in her house. "You should punish him," Sarah said. "Should the punishment fit the crime?" Sarah held onto the boy's penis and looked at it. The mother said, "Yes, I suppose it should." "He did a bad thing today, after all you've done for him for fourteen years." The mother told the boy to get his clothes off, and he did so reluctantly. He didn't know what was going to happen. The mother led him to her bedroom and said to Sarah, "You might as well come too." She was amused by this comment, and went into the room with them. The mother had Tommy lie down on the bed as she placed her vulva over his face. She hadn't had sex with her husband in over two weeks, and didn't get along well with him. He wouldn't agree to give her oral sex, so here was her chance. She had boy lick her, and then got down and sucked on the boy's penis, taking him deep into her mouth and letting him almost out. This was the boy's punishment, since he didn't want to have sex with mom, and he wouldn't be able to tell anybody about it. His mom then positioned herself above his penis, as it rested erect against her body. She thought about what she was doing. She knew that once this boy was inside of her, it wasn't something she could undo. It wasn't something she could take back. She thought maybe he hadn't actually lost his virginity, but she would make sure that he did. Even if he hadn't had sex, she thought, this is his punishment for lying. This is discipline, she thought, not sex. She owed it to him to give him proper discipline, and she had the right to enjoy it because she wasn't the one being disciplined. She had the boy's penis delve deep inside of her. The boy was conflicted. He felt really guilty because his mom was having sex with him, but at the same time he was realizing the sexual power of his mom whom he had always considered nonsexual. He saw her now not as a mom, but as a woman. If people said it was wrong, he thought, then why did it feel right? All the same, shame played into it since he wouldn't be able to tell anyone what happened. She saw him as a young man she could use for a release of her frustration. There were things in her life she had no control over and that caused her anguish, and here was her chance to take control over something and use it how she wanted. She knew she was doing the right thing, she knew that she almost had to have sex with him to punish him for what he did. She was sure of it. Since they weren't using protection, he was able to feel this, which is what she wanted. If this boy wanted to feel what it was like to his penis inside of a vagina, she thought, then she would make sure that he felt hers. She knew that the more pleasure he got from this experience the more shame he would feel for having sex with his mother. She wanted the boy to ejaculate inside of her as part of his punishment, she wanted him to be afraid of making her pregnant, and he didn't release for some time. "You know what you have to do for us to stop," she said, "we won't stop until you do with me what you did with Sarah." The woman thrusted up and down on the boy until he did so. She then had her son's semen inside of her, a fitting punishment for him, she thought. If she did get pregnant she would act like she got pregnant two weeks ago from her husband, and she would look forward to having Tommy watch mom's belly grow as a reminder of what he did with her. He was lucky to have a mom who cared enough about him to do this. He needed to be taught that his penis belonged to women, not to him. She got up and told Sarah she could go. Sarah hoped that the two would be closer together. Just because he was born a boy didn't mean they couldn't have a close physical relationship. She was a woman and he was born a male. She had clothed him, fed him, and taken care of him all his life, so why was it then that strangers should get to use what he has but but not the mother? Mothers could do other women the favor of initiating their sons into manhood by showing them the parts of a woman and how to please them, how to take their time, and then give them practice before they went out and started demanding sex. Sarah got to her car and drove home. The teenage girl lied down on the couch and turned on the television set. In the meantime, the boy's sperm worked their way towards making two women pregnant. She knew that her boyfriend would be over again tomorrow. They had always used condoms, and if she got pregnant she would say that one of them broke and he would have to pay child support. If he fought for custody, he wouldn't get it because the baby was not his. She knew that what was best for the child was for her to be its parent, and for her boyfriend to pay for it. If he was going to be abusive, she thought, she didn't want him to be around her child. If he child was a boy and wanted to be a girl, she would let it happen. Otherwise, she would show him his place. Her day was a good one. She had liberated a little boy from the shackles of boyhood. She saved a young man from his virginity and practically introduced him to his mom. She hoped that she had helped his mom take the first steps in recognizing that as a woman she had the right to use those male bodies around her, whether it was in a sexual way or otherwise.

Tommy's mom, Cyndi, had him go get his bath. Tomorrow she had plans for him. She enjoyed her day job of being a gynecologist, and took charge of circumcizing the babies whenever she could. Most people who perform circumcisions are gynecologists 34 and younger, and only 4% of those use anesthesia. They circumcise 90% of the boys they deliver. She went into go into the nursery room and picked out the one with a blue cap, leaving the ones with pink caps to rest comfortably. She placed him on the restraining board and secured his little hands and feet with the straps, making sure they were tight. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" she asked the boy. She stood there before him holding her surgical knife. "Are you nervous?" She took hold of that one day old penis and cut through it, forcibly separating his foreskin from his glans with a cold, steel blade, and the boy started crying. "You're mom won't come to protect you," she told him. "She wants this to happen." She liked to hear the little boys scream as she clamped their foreskin and cut it away. "That's a good boy," she said. "Cry for me." She could always count on her boys to cry for her when she cut them. She wanted him to feel this. She didn't want to use anethesia because it would take away from the experience for her and for the boy. She knew that he wouldn't remember this experience anyway, but she felt that he deserved it. These were her lucky boys, the ones that got circumcised. They would have advantages in their lives that women wouldn't have and this was a way that society could start making up for that. She had permission to do it, though, because their mothers signed off on it. Some of the boys withdrew into a deep sleep toward the end of it, and that was one of her favorite parts of doing this. She knew that she had caused the boy such distress that he went into that state. Cyndi unstrapped the sleeping boy and took him to his mother. "He looks so peaceful," she commented. Cyndi thought it was nice of their moms to let her help welcome them into the world, and she was always glad to help explain the benefits of circumcision to uncertain parents. Tommy took his bath and did his homework for school tomrrow, and she looked forward to his return. The next day Tommy woke up, got ready, and went to school. It was a normal day, except that he had a new appreciation for women and girls. When he got home, Cyndi had a video camera ready along with a chair set up in the living room. His 13 year old cousin was there too. "Hi Tommy," said his cousin Aimee. "Aimee is here to make you feel good," Cyndi explained to him. Aimee took off her clothes as the boy's mom instructed him to do the same. It was the first time he had seen his cousin naked before. The three went into the bedroom. Cyndi turned her video camera on as Aimee did the same for Tommy. She took his penis into her mouth, letting it glide between her lips and across her moist tongue. She sucked on him for awhile, as Cyndi then turned the camera off. Aimee got on top of the bed and lied down. Cyndi had Tommy give her oral sex, feeling the tongue of her cousin on her vulva. Cyndi wanted her niece to be worshipped by him. "Kiss her feet," she said. He went down and kissed the soles of her little feet. He licked them. Tommy was then instructed to penetrate her as the camera switched back on. Cyndi zoomed in as his penis entered her. She tried to capture all angles of her boy pushing his way into her and thrusting in and out of her body. Cyndi said that was enough and asked him to come to the living room. Aimee held the recorder as she told him to sit down. He did so. She tied him in with ropes so he was secure to the chair. "This might hurt," Cyndi told him. "It's okay to yell or cry." Aimee turned on the camera. His mom sat and looked at him. She was going to punish him. Just as she had cut a piece of tape to adhere his penis to his stomach, she decide to tape it to the side of chair instead. She didn't want that thing to sit there while she punished his testicles. She pulled on his penis until it grew. She picked up one of the nails and tried pushing into the small hole in his penis. She could only imagine how badly it hurt, with that nail ripping its way inside of him. She could only get it to part way in, and then pulled it back out. She taped his penis to his stomach. She pulled on his testicles, trying to get them away from his body. She squeezed the space in front of them and kept pulling, trying to them so they were away from him. She picked up a wood block and slided it under him. Aimee recorded the scene as his mom picked up a nail and a hammer. This wasn't really about Tommy. It was about what they were doing to Tommy. His mom and his cousin didn't hate him, but they did like what they were doing. They felt that Tommy should be willing to do this for them. She said to Tommy, "This is your punishment for what you did to that little girl." She positioned the nail firmly at the top of his left testicle and nailed it in. She pounded the nail down into the wood, as Tommy yelled. "It hurts!" he yelled out. She kept pounding the nail until it was driven all the way into the wood, rupturing his testicle in the process. Tommy tried jerking his way out of the ropes but couldn't. She got the other nail and tapped it into his right testicle. She pounded it down all the way into the wood. She left his penis there, but then said, "I guess you won't be needing this. This is what you used to hurt that little girl." How much feeling could a penis have anyway, she thought. She stopped and left. She came back with a scissors. She didn't want to just cut it off, so instead she slowly cut into the head of his penis. She wondered what it felt like to have those two sharp blades slicing into him. Tommy knew. She sat there for a moment, just letting Tommy feel what was happening. If Tommy wanted sensation in his penis, then here it was. She wasn't punishing Tommy, she was punishing his genitals, so she took her time at it. She got yet another nail and pounded it through his penis, part way into the wood, just so that his penis was punctured through the center. She then pulled the nail out. She then cut his penis off at the base. "There," she said. Tommy wasn't mad at his mom for what she did. He was glad to have done something for her, and since it was on video she could share it with other women who could enjoy the experience too. The video came out well. It made it looked like he was molesting Aimee and that his castration was his punishment.