Date: Sun, 22 May 2016 04:52:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com
Subject: My Son's Birthday Present

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My Son's Birthday Present      Pepperpuppy

"Craig, Craig where are you honey. Dad and I need to ask you a question",
had me quickly stashing my ill-gotten bounty well under the space between
the floor and the wardrobe in my room, where I'd find it a far better
hiding place after I'd seen what my parents wanted.

"Son" dad cut short his shout to me as I nonchalantly walked into the
kitchen with a blank and curious expression on my face, as if I had no idea
what they wanted to ask me, although a look to mum's right hand quickly had
me knowing what it was about and that I'd been caught.

In mum's hand was a pair of my 18 year old sister's panties that I'd
secretly swiped a week ago out of Dianne's underwear drawer, and hidden
away in one of the drawers of my study desk in the bedroom to wear each
day, but when they weren't there yesterday morning (Friday) for me to put
on again, I thought I must have hidden them somewhere else, but couldn't
remember where when I looked for them for over ten minutes yesterday
morning and again last night.

Even though I'd looked in all my regular hiding places, I couldn't find
them anywhere where I would have hidden them usually, and had silently
sworn at myself for forgetting whatever new spot I must have thought of
using, which forced me to have to sneak into Dianne's room this morning
after she'd left to go out with her boyfriend for the day, and get a
replacement pair to wear.

I'd usually wear a pair of her panties for about a week or so, before
sneaking into her room and pinching another pair to wear, while tucking the
old ones into her wash basket to be washed and put away again. To make sure
mum didn't ask any dumb questions about the lack of my own undies in my
wash basket, every morning I put on my sister's panties I'd take a pair of
my clean ones and simply put them in the dirty clothes wash basket in my
room. Easy-peasy Jap-pan-easy, really

But in the end the Japanese lost that war, and Dianne's panties in mum's
right hand told me I'd just lost mine as well. "Craig" mum asked me in a
reasonable tone of voice "what's a pair of your sister's panties doing in
your study desk drawer. And please don't try telling your dad and I that
you have no idea, because it's obvious you've been using them from the
dried stains on the front, so don't tell us you don't know and have no idea
how they got there". I was stumped of an idea for at least a half
believably credible explanation to pass off on them and finally hung my
head in defeat and said I was sorry.

The old good cop bad cop routine was usually the best and dad had let mum
play bad cop before he spoke.

"Look Craig, I was sixteen once too and just like you I was busting with
hormones and desperate to find some way to release them and just like you
have, I used to nick my sister's undies to masturbate with too. But how
would you like it if someone was messing with your personal things like
you've been with your sisters?" he asked before continuing on hoping I was
asking that same question in my own mind.

"Or is there something you want to tell your mother and me, Craig?" dad
ominously asked. "If it's that you're gay and you've been worried we'd find
out and throw you out of the house?"

"If that's the case, you haven't learnt a thing about your parents in the
sixteen years we've bought you up.  But if it's just that you needed to use
your sister's undies to get off with, well you've got a computer
upstairs. And god knows why I'm saying this to you but for Pete's sake, use
it to look up porn and jack off that way".

Satisfied he'd once again shown why he was the head of the house, dad
simply said to mum "anything you've got to add Margaret. Already quite
willing to forget about the entire episode, knowing (or hoping) that he`d
never have to speak to me about it again.

Mum didn't say anything after dad's little speech, but a quick look at her
face, showed me that her and I would be having a little private chat very
shortly. I hurried out of the kitchen hoping that on the way back to my
bedroom, I'd fall into a bottomless pit and never be heard from again.

About an hour later she took the chance to speak to me in private, knocking
on my door to ask if she could come in and have a talk. When I told her the
door was unlocked she came in and sat down on my bed next to the desk chair
I was sitting on.

"Craig, about your dad's little speech this morning. I didn't want to ask
you what I wanted to know, so as not to upset your dad and his typical male
notion that all teenage boys only take their sisters underwear to jerk of
with. Those stains I mentioned weren't boy's semen and you and I know it. I
had three brothers I grew up with and was forever discovering my underwear
in the dirty linen basket crusty with dried semen and Dianne's certainly
weren't".

Mum then took out of her slack's pocket, two pairs of female underwear and
placed them in my hand before speaking again. One was a bright red cotton
pair while the other was a pale blue polyester pair of panties that I
quickly turned around to my desk drawer and put one of them away in,
keeping the other blue smooth shiny pair in my hands.

Mum smiled at me conspiringly and said she knew I wasn't masturbating into
them, but was wearing them and also told me that I hadn't been as smart as
I thought I was, because my sister had complained a few times to her about
her drawer's contents being touched.

Unbeknownst to me, mum had also watched at which pair I'd put away and the
one I'd chosen to keep in my hands, which my hands were gently caressing
the smooth soft fabric of, although I was entirely unaware I was actually
doing it. Mum put her hands on my hands and said "They are nice and soft
aren't they Craig and I can see how much you like the feel of them too
honey. You like wearing women's underwear don't you darling?" and I sighed
knowing my secret was out, well at least as far as to my mother anyway,
then told her that I did like wearing Dianne's underwear, but I wasn't gay.

Mum then took the blue panties I'd been fondling away from me, but not
without me tugging trying to prevent her from doing so. Eventually her
sharp "Craig let go" had me reluctantly letting go of the blue pair
entirely. "Those are one of my nice pairs of panties for wearing when I go
out somewhere special. And anyway there are a bit too big for you honey,
but once you're ready this morning, you and I are going out for a little
private retail therapy for you and me.

The red ones in your desk you can keep because they're too small for your
mum's butt now", and then told me that I could touch the blue ones for a
while, but I'd have to give them back to her when she left. She then handed
the blue pair back to me and I was grateful to again fondle and caress
their slippery softness.

Mum looked at me with a tinge of regret. "You've got it really bad, haven't
you pet" she gently told me with a trace of a smile. "I blame my side of
the family for your feelings" looking at the look of contentment on my face
now before sighing loudly. "BUT you've got to promise me, on your word of
honour Craig, that you'll stop going into your sister's room and going
through her underwear drawer". I nodded my head both ashamed at what I had
done to my sister and also because I'd told my mum my most guarded secret
of liking to wear women's underwear, while mum watched me gently caress her
panties for another minute.

She then put our her hand as a signal for me to surrender her panties back
to her, and once I had, was then told to be ready to go shopping with her
in ten minutes, but to take care of "Pete" before I left the room, which
had grown inside my pants quite happily since the moment I'd started
caressing mum's panties.

When I finally went out to the car to get in, Pete was now happily resting
although mum glanced quickly down to assure herself he wasn't hanging
around, before getting in and driving me to a shopping centre over an hour
away from where we normally shopped. On the drive, mum told me during our
shopping not to stare blatantly at the other female customers in the store
while they were looking at or holding some garment infront of them.

I was also not to take any of the hangers of the racks, but by discretely
touching an item would allow mum to find my size and put it into the
shopping basket. Mum told me that since she already knew my male clothing
sizes, she didn't need to have me measured to find out my female size,
saying that if she'd had any doubts she would have done so at home before
we left.

Once at the mall, mum said we'd be shopping at two places and that the
first stop was to get me enough reasonably priced underwear so that I
wouldn't need to have to worry about wearing a pair more than once before
putting it in the dirty clothes bag I'd be taping up behind my wardrobe
when we got back home.

The inside of J C Penny's lingerie section was like a wonderfully forbidden
Aladdin's cave to me full of wonderful colours. Yes, there were men in the
department, but always standing beside a person who was probably their
wife, judging by their eyes looking everywhere else other than the racks
their wives were looking at. Mum slowly filled the trolley with packets of
female cotton underwear, although she always whispered to me if I liked a
certain colour or not.

Mum had already spoken to me just before we entered the panty's and bra's
section, saying that she was going to select bikini and high cut styles for
me and I was to choose the colours I wanted. On mum showing me the white,
black and skin tone packs of two, I quietly shook my head instead
preferring pastels and bright colours.

I tapped mum's hand firmly when I spotted a pack that had two sparkled
looking coloured panties in it, which mum having confirmed my correct size,
quietly placed a packet into the trolley saying that I was just like her
brother Lucius, who I knew as Uncle Luke. WE also picked up some packets
with patterns on them, including one packet that had fairies on one pair,
and playful kittens on another.

Mum then led me over to the Trendy Miss section, where she chose two
polyester and lace trimmed baby doll pyjama outfits as well as two
colourful short cotton nighties with shoulder straps, then crushed me by
saying they were for Dianne for summer, which was in a few months. After
we'd gone through the registers mum suggested we put everything in the car
boot before going back into the other store.

When we finally walked into the other store, my mind almost shut down on me
in awe at the wide selection of fantastic colour choices of sexy lingerie
inside the store and so much of it seemed to be shiny, slinky with lots of
lace edging on almost every garment.

There were panty and bra sets, sets including suspenders, girdles, sexy
corsets, torselettes, slips, half-slips, camisoles, far too many styles to
name, in colours that you'd never be see in a men's underwear section, and
so provocatively on public display, I thought I'd died and gone to female
heaven.

Mum whispered to me to stay calm and follow her shopping instructions
exactly before smiling and saying "it's a sort of early birthday present
for next Saturday, Craig".

The store while busy wasn't that crowded and all the people in there were
women except for me. Having written that, no one paid any attention to me
either as I slowly walked along the loosely defined store aisles with mum
listening to her as she would take an item off the rack in her size and
quietly whisper to me what I thought of it.

Of course I wanted everything she showed me, but mum only took the
occasional item she showed me, and handed it to me to carry for her. She
gave me two plastic hangers with a bikini panty on them and two with high
cut styles, each in a shiny sort of satin looking fabric and each one a
different colour. I now had a bright yellow, a vivid red, a pale pink and a
deep purple pair of panties to try on when I got home.

Then mum shocked me by handing me two hangers with what she called a G
string panty on each, explaining to me why these panties were cut like that
for, adding that I'd probably find them too uncomfortable but that Dianne
had several pairs and quite liked wearing them. There was no real gusset
like normal panties as they tapered off into a thin string of fabric, which
was entirely unsuitable for male genitalia or even a wider area behind to
cover the derriere. Instead where the extremely thin string of fabric that
tapered away from the wider modest front covering of the panty The thin
fabric would go between each leg and up through the anal crack before
widening out to a small triangle of fabric at the back which allowed the
waist elastic to join up and also hold the panty up and in place.

Mum explained that a lot of young women wore G strings to hide their panty
line, although she quietly pointed to a woman about maybe 25 years old in
the store with her back turned to us, who you could see was wearing one as
the back of her low riding jeans showed the top of the G String pulled well
above the belt line of the jeans.

Mum bought a few things for herself as well, and I had to wait outside the
change rooms while she tried on an emerald green corset torselette, which
she came out of the change room ten minutes later with it on a hanger
handing it to me and saying it was for dad's enjoyment.

We spent about two hours in there with mum slowly walking around the entire
shop's lingerie display, looking at the occasional item before crushing my
hopes that she was possibly buying it for me as almost each time she'd put
it back on the rack. Finally she directed me to the cashier's counter where
the items were placed into several plastic bags with the name "Fredrick's
of Hollywood" printed on them and had cost mum an awful lot of money.

Mum then drove me home and after checking inside to see if my sister was
home, told me take my things to my room and she'd be up in a few minutes to
help try everything on and then put everything away properly.

When she came into my room, she told me that she'd sent dad off to do the
grocery shopping saying he'd be gone for two hours, so we had plenty of
time for me to try everything on and anything that didn't fit we could
exchange the next day.

The first order of business she told me was to strip naked, which I hadn't
done in front of her since I was about five years old. I hesitated for a
moment to have her tell me that I didn't have anything she hadn't seen
before, saying she's seen me naked countless times in the shower when she
had to come in and drop off towels, so she firmly told me to strip, and
eventually strip I did.

Mum then took out of the packets from Penny's a pair of panties of each cut
handing me the first one to try on. As I did mum regaled me with how Uncle
Jeff and Uncle Ian use to obviously steal her panties to masturbate into,
and even soaking couldn't get rid of the semen stains entirely. By then I
tried on the high cut and bikini pairs and saw that they both fit although
I tended to prefer the high cut.

I wanted to try on the rest of the cellophane packet panties, but mum told
me with a broad smile it wasn't necessary, before showing me carefully step
by step, how to fold a pair of each style and where to put them in my "new"
underwear drawer, which she had now located to the bottom drawer of a four
drawer chest.

She then made me take out every single pair and fold them up exactly the
same way, before I was made to place them at the back of the drawer, then
mum placed some jumpers infront of and over them, so that anyone opening
the drawer would only see jumpers.

Next came the two nighties and even there, I had to learn the rules about
wearing them only in my bedroom and always with the door locked. I was also
to fold the nightie I'd worn and place it under the pillow of my bed, which
mum told me would now have to be made by me properly first thing every
morning. I just wanted to keep seeing how pretty I looked in the mirror!

Mum could see how excited I was to try on everything quickly, but made me
do everything slowly and methodically. When I tried a pair of the satin
look baby doll pyjamas on, I swear I almost jizzed in its bottoms several
times over. First it was the feeling of the satin snuggling my balls inside
of them and again when I had carefully put the top half on.

I was standing infront of the mirror with a dreamy grin on my face turning
from side to side. Mum then told me I was just like her twin brother Uncle
Luke who was married to another guy and surprisingly was the favourite of
everyone, possibly because of his outrageous humour and outlook on life.

She told me how she'd caught him one afternoon wearing her underwear and he
broke down crying and told mum (his twin sister) he was gay and liked to
wear hers and his mum's clothes whenever he had the chance. She said she
was the "matron of honour" for him at his wedding to Jim, who they had
agreed would be the groom and Uncle Luke the bride, with each wearing a
tuxedo in either white or black. No need to guess who wore the white one
mum told me and laughed.

Mum then showed ma again how to fold up the baby-doll set and it (dark
pink) and the other lavender one were put in the drawer above, along with
the four satin panties and the G strings, which when I tried them on were
totally impractical until I moved the string to one side of my
testicles. Mum said I should just give them to her to give to Dianne, but I
told her "no way mum, I'll grow into them" to which mum said I'd already
grown out of them!

Once everything was put away and I`d put on her red panties from this
morning to wear, she sat me down and explained to me, that unlike my dad
she was almost certain I'd inherited Uncle Luke's genes and she told me
that whatever happened, her and dad would always be available to talk to
about anything.

Mum then asked me if I had a girl's name I'd liked to be known as and I
told her "Andie" and then she said that from now on she call me "Andie"
except for when we were with other people, which she then told me in a fake
bass voice I'd be "Craig" and we both laughed. I hugged her and said I was
so grateful that she had done all of this for me, and she told me that this
was my birthday present for next Saturday and then warned me that if I wore
any of the nice satin things before then, she take the lot and give them to
my sister and that I'd be expected to show her the tops of my underwear
each morning before I left for school.

And mum did too, every morning she'd get me tug my school trousers down
just enough to see the panties I was wearing and most of the evenings she
tap on the door and whisper out bed check so that I could open it and show
her I only had on a cotton nightie.

The following Saturday saw me out of bed early ready to celebrate my
sixteenth year. Dianne gave me a CD as she did every year and Xmas while
she was told I'd been given $100 to spend by my parents on whatever I chose
to. Mum also bought me a pair of jeans saying that they could be worn by
either Dianne or me on occasions. Dianne told her on seeing the brand, that
she had good taste while saying to me that she'd make sure she didn't
stretch them to much when she wore them.

Mum and Dianne planned to go out for lunch and a movie that day, and I'd
already been told several weeks previously that I had to help dad weed the
garden out the back on my birthday. But for some dumb reason I wore my new
jeans to weed in and had been dying to wear a G string with them, as soon
as my sister told me and mum that she was going to wear her G's with them
when she wore them, so I had to also I felt.

Shortly afterwards I was kneeling down on the padded step weeding away,
with dad looking at me in a funny way. He often had to get up and go get
something or other and when he came back he'd stand behind me for a moment
before kneeling down on his padded step to start weeding again.  I simply
shrugged it off, intent to get the weeding done as quickly as possible so I
could have the rest of the day off.

I was a lather of sweat by the time dad called it quits for both of us,
suggesting he and I have showers, before he'd ring for a pizza. In my room
I literally pealed my sweat soaked clothes of me, before going into the
bathroom to shower. The feel of the water cascading over me was so
exquisite I could have stayed under it forever.

I was startled when dad came in saying the hot water tap in their ensuite
had seized up after a small turn and would I mind him showering with me as
he stripped off and opened the shower door to invite himself in.

"Okay" I said moving slightly to allow him more room. He proceeded to
lather up his front before soaping up my back. He moved closer to me as I
then felt his hands encircling my chest to soap my nipples and chest areas
while I also felt his hard cock pushing against my buttocks as well.

I didn't think much about it till I felt his hands move down over my
stomach and then lower down till he was soaping my pubes and cock which had
been flaccid until he started soaping down there, squeezing my hardening
dick and massaging it up and down. He then told me to soap myself while his
own hands left me and then I felt the soap he was holding now washing my
butt cheeks and arse.

I subconsciously leaned slightly forward while also slightly widening my
legs to allow him to wash my groin thoroughly and dad spent almost a minute
soaping me around there and the tops of my thighs before I felt a finger
brushing across my anal opening, then slip in and out of it.

The felling from the soapy intruder didn't bother me nor did it bother me
when I felt dad's hands on my shoulders and could now feel his hard cock
rubbing against me down there with dad telling me it was easy to wash me
that way.

I don't know if it was easier or not, but feeling the length of his rock
hard cock sliding around down there wasn't the worst feeling in the world
and he now pressed the front of his body against my back as he continued to
rock his hips against me and so allow his hard cock to slide across my
anus.

The more he did it, the more I leant forward. Dad was now telling me how
naughty I'd been to tease him in the garden, showing off my sexy underwear
under my jeans to him the entire time and making him walk around with a
hard bar and not being able to do anything about it.

"Oohhh Andie honey" he told me still rubbing his cock between my butt
cheeks "looking at you kneeling down and showing me your pretty panties,
made me want to pick you up and carry you across my shoulders into the
house and screw you" he told me, before he moved his body slightly and I
felt the tip of his cock press against my rosebud and slip just inside of
it and lodge itself there.

Dad mightn't have been built like John Holmes was between his legs, but he
was no slouch there either and his initial intrusion into me was a tad
painful, but since he didn't go any further inside of me I was able to cope
with it. My mind quickly did and suddenly being wedged on his cock actually
felt quite nice, as I ignorantly but instinctively pushed my anal muscles
outwards, allowing his cock to move slightly further inside of me.

I felt dad's hips start to thrust which also allowed him to work his cock
further inside of me, while I was instinctively moving my own body further
back against his. Breathing louder now, I heard him say "That's the girl
Andie honey, let daddy get all the way inside of you and seal that tight
tiny hole up for you" as he started thrusting even more vigorously the
further he worked inside of me.

"Oohh daddy you feel so good in there," I whimpered enjoying his thick
intruder even more every time he thrust into me and tried to squeeze tight
to keep him inside me as deeply as possible, before he'd then ease back
again then trying to again thrust deeper into me.

I liked it. I liked his thickness stretching me, his groin quickly and
constantly bumping into me, the strength of his hands gripping my shoulders
and especially his thrusts, all of which were making me start to pant now
as I tried rocking my body back against him in a counter motion and saying
"faster please daddy, faster for me, I like you fucking me so much".

"oohh Andie you're much tighter than your mother is down there, but don't
worry pet, we'll have plenty of time from now on to fix that with you" and
then he released his grip on my shoulders, to now grab the sides of my
waist as the urgently thrust himself into me even faster than ever.

He cried out "I'm coming Andie girl" and his thrusting became even more
frantic. I was in my own type of heavenly nirvana helpless to stop his
thrusting, not wanting to either, before he groaned loudly and started
breathing heavily and quickly as his thrusting slowed down and I could then
feel him start to slowly soften inside of me.


His breathing started to slow down and he eased his grip on my waist while
he slumped onto me his head resting on my back near my shoulders as he
gasped out "that was fantastic Andie sweetie, thank you" before kissing my
shoulder blade still trying to catch his breath. He then eased his now soft
cock out of me and I realised the shower water had turned quite cool as he
then washed my anus clean, before soaping and washing his cock off.

"Daddy's pumped a lot of sperm into you Andie" he told me then a few
moments later, "better use one of your mother's panty pads so you don't get
your fresh panties soggy" before disappearing, to return quickly holding a
familiar long thin white rectangular shaped pad and giving it to me, "that
should help you honey", before leaving to go get dressed.

I went to my own room and got dressed, making sure to place the napkin
inside my panty gusset before pulling them up onto my hips. I put on shorts
and shirt and went out into the lounge room to wait for the Pizza hopefully
dad had already ordered for us, all the while felling the cotton pad lodged
between my thighs.

Dad came in telling me he'd rung for the pizza before sitting down across
from me on one of the lounge chairs. "Look Craig, about what just
happened," than as an aside he, "your mum tells me you like to be called
Andie too. I'm sorry if I hurt you in the shower, it's just that you got me
so worked up and horny outside showing off that thong, that once I heard
you in the shower, I just wanted to get near you, but believe me I had no
intention of doing what we just did, I swear to god about that."

"Dad, I've been trying to kid myself into thinking that I wasn't secretly
gay every time I put on a pair of my sister's underwear. Even out in the
backyard, I never would have planned for any of this that happened. So
please don't be pissed off with me when I tell you this. I actually liked
it when you were washing me in the shower, and especially when you fucked
me".

"Look son, you're not to blame for just what happened. I'm twenty years
older than you and until this morning out in the garden, wouldn't have
dreamed of hurting you or touching you inappropriately in any way. For
whatever reason and rest assured it's certainly not because of your mother
being frigid or anything like that, my dick I suppose told me to try and
screw you, and in the shower you didn't seem to be resisting in
anyway... If you had have I would have stopped straight away I promise you
that."

"Dad" I looked at him and smiled to try and ease his conscious. "I think I
know you well enough by now to know that. But believe me when I tell you
that I actually liked it...infact probably far too much. I'd like for us to
hopefully do this again if that's OK with you, but we both have to tell mum
about what happened first".

Dad firmly agreed and said he'd tell her privately first and then he'd
arrange for both of us to talk to her, so we could apologise together and
hope that she'd forgive the both of us, especially him. Dad then took the
time to give me "The Father Son Talk" (but with a twist now) which he
continued to do so, after the pizza delivery boy's interruption as we sat
in the lounge room eating lunch.

When mum and Dianne came home, dad told me to make myself scarce in my room
and do some study while he'd talk to mum privately first, saying humorously
that if it didn't go well, he'd be the one being loaded into the ambulance
later on before telling me to scram.

About two hours later mum and dad knocked and came into my bedroom with mum
saying that the three of us had to talk. I looked at dad's face for some
hint of how badly it had gone, but he was showing nothing. Mum's tone of
voice wasn't angry either and in some ways that made me more nervous than
ever, since she was often calmest before unleashing her anger.

When she sat on the bed with dad beside her, suggesting we all sit down and
talk while I was already thinking category 8.5 or 9 as I sat down at my
desk chair to take the full brunt of the storm. Oddly enough mum didn't
start thundering out, instead giving an exasperated sigh.

"Your sisters gone out so none of us have to worry about anyone listening
in" mum informed me. "You know you and your sister have so much in common
with your Uncle Luke it's just not funny. You're both emotionally honest
and don't want to hurt anybody, which is good, but the three of you are as
randy as rabbits and are always looking for a nearby buck".

"Andie, dad told me what happened, and while I wasn't thrilled about it,
after a fair amount of discussion, we may or may not have worked out a
possible solution that should certainly please all of us, some more than
others. What I'm about to tell you must NEVER go outside of this room, and
I want your word of honour right now that it won't" mum said looking at me
earnestly.

I gave mum my promise and waited for the possible punishment, which
probably included transferring to a military school, hoping that I'd
somehow be able to accept it without bursting into tears as my eyes were
starting to tear up.

"Your dad and I like to think that we've got a pretty strong marriage and
it's always been based on love, respect, honesty and mutual trust for one
another. We've been able to raise two kids who apart from driving the both
of us nuts occasionally, have on the whole, turned out to be alright even
if your sister's tastes in boyfriends and her sex life, don't always
exactly agree with your dad's and mine".

"As for you Andie, I can appreciate your taste in men, or at least one in
particular where we both coincide, and it's here that you and I might be
able to reach some sort of agreement to help one another out from time to
time, or more specifically at "one" time every month".

"Your dad's a virile man and has certain needs that usually, I can and am
always happy to look after for him. But when I'm menstruating, for reasons
I can't work out, he gets particularly frisky. And as you hopefully learnt
in biology 101, Menstruation is usually the messiest and worst times for a
woman to have to cope with, especially so when their husband turns extra
horny and wants sex all the time during it, like your father seems to
always do".

"I can't help it honey" dad piped in with a grin, "my hormones go nuts
every time your period starts, and with it my dick go crazy too.

"Yes well be that as it may dear" mum countered while turning to look at
him. "I find that having to give you head several times a day or take it up
my arse more often than I already do during my periods, can literally and
figuratively be a pain in the arse", before turning back to face me.

"And now I've got your little problem to solve as well Andie, but it's not
a dark cloud that doesn't have a silver lining in it sometimes". Or perhaps
I should say, it's not a dark storm cloud that can't also bring about
rainbows for some".

"Andie, your dad tells me that you liked the sex he and you had in the
shower earlier on" and I nodded my head. "And you told him you'd like to do
it again, as long as I was told about the sex you and he had earlier on, is
that correct" and again I nodded my head.

"Let's just suppose for a moment, that I'm not angry with you and let's
also suppose that I might actually agree to letting you have sex again with
your father one more time or perhaps more than once more, would you abide
by any conditions that I'd place on you?" mum asked.

I nodded my head and started to apologise to mum only to have her tell me
that she knew how sorry I was for what happened in the shower with dad but
asked me "Don't you want to know about the conditions. I would if I were
you?" I nodded my head and decided not to say anything until mum had told
me more about the conditions.

In a nut shell they turned out to be, that once I wanted to become sexually
active with another male, I had to swear to tell her the name of each
boy/man first and to get her approval for my choice until I was
eighteen. She said that unless I made terrible choices she usually would
happily allow me to have safe sex until then. After I was eighteen she
couldn't and wouldn't interfere just praying I'd be wise enough to know
better.

BUT part of the condition was that I could only have safe sex with my
boyfriend(s) and then sarcastically added "and Lord forbid with no more
than one guy at a time either, unlike your Uncle Luke use to as a
teenager".

Then mum told me that dad and I were officially allowed from then on to
have sex during her periods each month, provided that we were careful about
my sister not finding out and that we both agreed to have consensual sex
each time and that my dad never forced himself on me, otherwise I was to
tell mum about it immediately.

She the repeated her warning about what would happen to me if I ever told
anyone else about this arrangement, on the threat of her castrating me with
a blunt dinner knife dipped in garlic! Before smiling at me and saying she
would be starting on her next period Wednesday week and I'd just have to
wait off until then.

She then got up came over and hugged me saying "Happy Birthday Hon, BUT
remember if I ever catch you breaking your promise to me with dad, I'll be
quickly and permanently turning you and him into eunuchs, quicker than
either of you can say "it wasn't my fault".