Guide to Oral Adultery

Chapter Seven…

Case History:

Name: Janet M.

Age: 37

Janet is a slim, beautiful blonde woman who is married to a sports announcer. She is step-mother to the man's two teenage sons from his previous marriage.

“I don't know where I can turn, doctor. You are my last hope. I've reached a point where I think I'm going out of my mind. My husband doesn't know I'm here and he doesn't know WHY I'm here. Scott and Tracy do, though, they're his two sons. I suppose they are my sons, too, since I've married him but I prefer to look upon them as just another couple of boys. It isn't that I don't love them… quite the opposite. It is because I love them too much.

“This is my second marriage, too, doctor, but I have no children to show from it which is a blessing, really. I married Edward when I was only seventeen. He was fifteen years older and you might call him a sort of father-image for me. My own father died when I was nine and I was brought up by my mother and a couple of old maid aunts. My aunts were old in every sense because they couldn't stand happiness. I suppose that's why they never married. I still can see the two of them now sitting on the front porch and bad-mouthing the whole world. They never allowed boys to come around to the house and forbade me to date. 'There's too much sinning going on today,' they would tell me.

“I wanted to get in on that sinning because the last thing in the world I wanted to do was to turn out like my aunts. As for my mother she just sort of drew into a shell after my father died. He was the only man in her life and she had him for such a short time.

“The boys at school said I was very pretty and I dated them on the sly but I could never know one of them for long with my aunts keeping their evil eyes on me. They found sin everywhere and they looked upon boys as devils out to destroy angel-girls.

“Then Edward came along. He was only thirty-two but he looked pretty old to me at seventeen. He had been a friend of my father's and he dropped by to see his widow. When Edward walked through the door I realized that he was one of the few men ever to enter the house. He had a dry cleaning business in California and was on his way back there. California! It seemed as far away as mars. How I wanted to go there and leave that sad house with my evil aunts behind. When Edward asked me out I quickly went with him. My aunts didn't object for once because they thought the man was only showing me a small kindness.

“Edward took me to a movie and then to an ice cream parlor. I enjoyed the looks I got from my school friends because they were wondering what I was doing with an older man. Edward took me for a long walk and slipped his hand around my waist when we were alone. He told me that he had spent all of his adult life building up a business and now he was ready to find a girl he could share it with. He had known me only a matter of hours and he was proposing!

“Edward meant escape from the awful house and I accepted him on the spot. I knew that my aunts would object to the marriage so I eloped with him to a state that granted marriages to girls of seventeen. We went to a motel for our wedding night. When Edward held me in his arms I realized that I was going to have sex for the first time. It all had happened so fast that I was scared.

“My husband had had many girls before, of course, and was used to making love. He didn't force himself on me but worked up my passions step by step. Edward slipped a finger into my vagina and thrust it back and forth as if to get me used to his penis. He took off all my clothes and licked my breasts. He surprised me when he ran his tongue over my sex and then sucked. There was a lot about love I didn't know.

“Then he was naked. I gazed at him in the gloom of the motel. His penis was standing up long and firm. I wondered if I could take all that meat between my legs. He placed himself on top of me and I felt his male member beginning to enter my body. I gasped and clutched at his back. There was some pain but there was a great deal more pleasure. Edward slipped into me with care and consideration. When his prick was dug all the way into my cleft he rose up and slipped into me again with a bit more speed. Soon he was thrusting with vigor and I became so impassioned t hat I wrapped my legs around his hips. He spewed and the warmth of his manhood filled me.

“Although my husband was fifteen years older than I was we had a wonderful marriage. California was like a new world to me and I was free for the first time in my life. Edward was not a rich man and I had to work in the dry cleaning store for fifty hours a week at no pay. He kept hoping that we would make enough money to pay for hired help but that never happened.

“My husband worked himself to death. He had a heart attack in the shop and died. I was thirty-six at the time and I had to begin another life somehow. I sold the store and treated myself to a world cruise. I felt I had this much coming to me after all the years I had put into the place. When I saw young people on board the ship enjoying themselves I was reminded of how much I had missed. Edward had been a loving man but I still felt I had been denied a youth. All my good years had been spilled down the drain of that dry cleaning shop that had given us a living wage and no more.

“I met Danny in my travels. He was a widower about my age who had two growing sons, Scott and Tracy. The boys were at school back in America and he was taking a rare vacation alone for once. Danny obviously thought the same about me because he showered me with attentions. By the time we both arrived home we knew we were in love.

“Danny took me to see his two sons who were being looked after by relatives at the same time. They were handsome lads. Scott was seventeen and preparing to enter college and Tracy was sixteen. The boys liked me and this was all Danny had to know. He proposed and we were married.

“My husband's job required him to travel a lot following teams around the country. I stayed home with the boys and it was a strange new experience becoming a mother for the first time. The boys were a delight and I was glad to see that both of them had active social lives which was something I never had as a kid. Tracy, the sixteen year old, was on the shy side but still popular with the girls. Scott was more outgoing and he wanted to be a pro football player someday.

“I let the boys bring their friends into the house and I suppose I was not very strict with them because the neighbors always complained about the noise. I guess, in a way, I was giving these teenage parties for my benefit. I still could not forget how my aunts refused to have any of my friends inside the house.

“When Danny came home he applied a firm hand but he would always be off again to attend some other game so that the boys knew all they had to do was wait until he left to swing. The relatives that used to take care of the boys during my husband's trips were no longer around because I was now the mistress of the house. I was a poor choice since I wanted a teenage crowd around me as much as my stepsons.

“Scott and Tracy told me that some of their friends had crushes on me. You know that Television ad where boys mistake much older women to be young girls? Well, that was the kind of situation I found myself in with these teenage lads. I was flattered. I had always been proud of my youthful figure and I was glad of the attention I was getting from the boys.

“Perhaps I began to feel too much like a teenager because I started to look upon Tracy and Scott, my 'sons,' as boyfriends instead of lads I had to care for and protect. I could also see that it wasn't easy for the boys to look upon me as a 'mother,' either. To them I was a still-young and attractive female who was living with them.

“At sixteen and seventeen boys have powerful sexual urges and my two were no different. They were curious about sex and female nudity and there were times I was aware of them peeking into my bedroom. I enjoyed sleeping in the nude and sometimes my breasts were exposed above the covers. Since I didn't want the lads to feel guilty about sex I pretended to be asleep and would roll over.

“Scott and Tracy were both given to masturbation. I could tell this by the stains I used to find on their bedsheets and towels they often took to bed with them to sop up the semen. They also kept girlie and nudist magazines hidden in their drawers. I didn't find them because I was prying but simply came across them while cleaning up. Tracy, the shy sixteen year old, once found me flipping through pages of a nudist magazine that he had left under his pillow. He blushed redly but I made it clear to him that it was quite natural to be curious about women at his age. And, since the subject of sex had been brought up, I told him that every teenage boy in the world found sexual outlet through masturbation. Tracy seemed very grateful that I wasn't going to shame him. When I was his age I had been much too introverted about sex. My aunts thought it an evil and my mother was so lost in her own dream world that I could not talk to her about this most important subject. I was glad that I was able to talk to Tracy about it freely. For a woman who had never been a mother I thought I had dealt with the sixteen year old boy's sexuality very well.

“Scott, even though he had many girlfriends, was still a virgin just like his brother. He, too, kept pictures of nude girls and indulged in masturbation. I talked to him about sex and I was careful not to lecture the lad. Like his brother he was glad to see that I was no bluenose.

“It wasn't long before the three of us were talking about sex as if I were one of the boys. Tracy wondered what it would be like to be in a nudist camp. 'I can't see how those guys can walk around without a hard-on,' he said.

“The boy pointed to a picture in a nudist magazine showing a group of nude men and women together. All of the males had limp sex organs. Scott took a look at the picture and said, 'I got a stiff prick now just watching them.'

“'Well, I wouldn't have that worry if I ever went to a nudist camp,' I told them.

“The boys looked at me hotly and I could feel them undressing me with their eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that I had aroused them into wanting me and figured it was time for me to leave the room. That night I heard the lads talk about sex, nudity… and me. 'Man, I'd love to see Janet naked!' Scott exclaimed. 'I wonder if her cunt is blonde, too?'

“'Scott,' Tracy chided, 'she's our mother, remember?'

“'No she isn't. She's the woman our father married. Don't make me out to be a motherfucker.'

“'I… I wouldn't mind getting into her,' Tracy admitted.

“'Who wouldn't? I can't see why dad leaves her here all the time. If she were my woman I'd been plowing into her every hour on the hour.'

“This was the way the boys talked about me for awhile. The conversation even became more sexual. As I lay in bed I rubbed my aroused nipples in excitement. Every woman wants to be wanted and just because there was a legal arrangement that made these boys my sons it didn't mean their feelings… and mine… were incestuous. If they had not been so legally bound to me I would've given in to them. What was the harm in having a pair of healthy young males have sexual pleasure for the first time? Eventually some other woman would have them. They might, in their young passions, impregnate girls. I felt that every teenage boy should be introduced to sex by an older woman. Sex, like everything else, was a learning process.

“The following morning I felt eyes on me. My breasts were above the blanket and I opened my eyelids just enough to see Tracy standing near the door. He was wearing a robe but I could see that he was naked under it because he had his penis in his hand. He was playing with himself as he stared.

“'Come in, Tracy,' I said softly…

“It was just after dawn and the house was very quiet. Scott was still asleep in the other room. My husband, as usual, was across the country getting ready to announce a ballgame.

“The sixteen year old boy covered his sex with the robe and walked into my room. I sat up in bed and didn't bother to cover my breasts. Tracy gazed at them and swallowed. 'Isn't this better than looking at magazines?' I smiled.

“He nodded and seemed to be in a daze.

“'Let's play nudist camp,' I said and threw back the covers.

“Tracy stared hard at my blonde pubic patch. I stretched out over the bed and spread my legs. There is nothing shameful about the naked body,' I told him. 'Let me see yours.'

“'I… I have a hard-on,' he apologized.

“'That only proves you're healthy,' I said.

“The boy took off his robe. He had a slim yet athletic body. His upright tool was as large as his father's. 'Janet… I want to… I want to…,' the lad said tightly not being able to get all the words out.

“'You want to have intercourse with me?' I injected. “That's only natural but, Tracy, I'm married to your father and that would mean I would be committing adultery with his own son.'

“The boy grabbed his stiff cock and began to pull on it. 'I know,' he said. 'I just have to do something…'

“I sat up with my feet on the floor. Tracy's upright sex organ was only inches from my face. I had enjoyed a complete sex life with Edward, my first husband, and was enjoying one with Danny, my second. I accepted oral sex as foreplay and afterplay to fornication. It was just a pleasant way for couples to pass time in bed. When I kissed my stepson's penis, then, it was more out of this play than anything else. Although I could not bring myself to engage in fornication with him I saw nothing too wrong about fellatio. 'Don't throw all that good stuff away, Tracy,' I said.

“I licked his stiff penis and taut testicles. His flesh was warm and good. I opened my mouth and took his rod orally. The boy was so near the peak of his desires that he spewed semen into me the moment I ran my mouth down the length of his male member. I sucked out his come and swallowed. I continued to fellate the lad until his rod became soft and limp again.

“'There!' I said. 'Do you feel better now, Tracy?'

“'Janet… oh, Janet…' the lad sighed and went to his knees. Now that I had shown him that oral sex wasn't really adultery he wanted to perform cunnilingus on me.

“Tracy licked my blonde pubic area and chewed on my sex. I brought his young head closer to me with my hands. He was so terribly sex-hungry that I could not deny him. The sixteen year old lapped inside my vagina and his mouth worked rapidly. I was so engrossed in the oral sex act that I did not hear Scott enter the room.

“'Hey-' the seventeen year old exclaimed in a quiet tone and walked over to the bed. All he was wearing were his undershorts. He stripped them off and sat next to me. His penis was slightly larger than his brother's and he had a heavier, more muscular body with hair on his legs and chest. He took it for granted that I was willing to fornicate and he pushed me against the bed ignoring his brother's mouthings. I had to explain to him that I drew the line at genital intercourse while allowing oral sex acts.

“'I need a fuck!' the seventeen year old begged desperately.

“'You just need to get your rocks off,' I told him.

“I started to French Scott and Tracy returned to performing cunnilingus upon me at the same time. I mouthed the big, handsome lad as he lay against the mattress. His penis felt massive and powerful and when he shot his juice I almost drowned in the warm semen. Once I had drained the lad he was less anxious to screw me. Males are quick to be aroused they can be calmed down just as quickly.

“Now that the boys realized I was willing to have all but straight sex they were all over me with their mouths and hands. They sucked on my nipples, licked my breasts and ran their tongues all over my thighs and buttocks. Yes, it was sexy but it still wasn't adultery… in the real sense of the word.

“After the oral orgy the boys seemed very happy. They had had sex relations with a woman. They had seen me in the complete nude. For once they didn't have to look at pictures of nude girls and masturbate.

“I implored the boys not to brag about their experiences with me because I knew how the male ego demanded an audience. I especially didn't want them to tell their father.

“'Don't worry about that, Janet,' Scott assured me. 'Hell, we're not children. We knew what we were doing.'

“I took comfort in the fact that they, after all, did press the situation. If it hadn't been for their Peeping-Tom antics and their aggressive interest in sex I would not have had any kind of eroticism with them.

“When Danny came home I all but smothered him with my attentions. In a way I was trying to make up for the fact that I had orally seduced his sons… our sons. As long as he was in the house the boys didn't try to make any advances on me but, once he left, they made a habit of coming into my room. The boys wanted to sleep with me but I didn't let them. Somehow sleeping with a person seemed even more intimate to me than having oral sex. This didn't stop the lads from coming into my room in the morning. Oral sex soon became as much a part of our lives as breakfast. They were both so very virile that they had orgasms every day.

“You don't have to tell me that my affairs with my stepsons is wrong. I had only wanted to give them some lessons in sex at first but now it is getting out of hand. I can't wait until Scott goes off to college so I will only have one boy to deal with.

“I doubt if I'll ever have the respect of these boys. How can they respect a woman who has oral orgies with them? But, in a few years, Scott and Tracy will be out in the world with girls of their own so it doesn't really matter what they think about me. I can't stand the guilt that mounts each time I have the boys. I've tried to make t hem stop coming into my room but I just don't have the strength. I've come here to you, doctor, seeking this strength, the will to end the sexual affairs I'm having with my stepsons.

“I've even reached a point where I've allowed girls with bad reputations into the house after Danny is gone to get the lads to switch their attentions to them. I'd rather see the boys screw these girls on the living room floor than to have them come into my room every morning. But they both have such giant-sized crushes on me they can't get interested in girls their age. How can I end their passion for me? How can I make them stop chasing me?”

DIAGNOSIS:

The reason that Tracy and Scott keep coming into Janet's room every morning is that she doesn't lock the door. When I asked her why she didn't take this very obvious precaution she became evasive. This indicated to me that she wants to have sex with the teenaged lads despite her claims that she is trying to end the oral affairs. The woman started the incestuous relations by exposing her body in the morning when she knew the boys would be watching. Under the guise of teaching them about sex, she tempted the virile males into erotic wanting. Once she got the boys active, she pretended to take the passive role in order to claim that the boys chased her instead of the other way around.

The reason Janet desired teenaged boys so was because she always felt she had been cheated out of a youth. In her thirties the woman decided to create this lost youth by throwing the kind of parties she had always wanted. By indulging the boys, she indulged herself. In her girlhood, boys were never allowed to enter her house and now she could have all the boys she wanted.

Judd Marmor, in his book, “Sexual Inversion,” claims that adults who look upon children and teenagers as sex objects are trying to recapture their pasts where they had not received love. By loving the very young they are able to love themselves. Pedophilia, or the adult's unnatural desire for sex with children, is usually a male ailment but there are women like Janet who are sexually driven toward minor boys.

Janet also likes to kid herself into thinking that oral sex acts do not constitute adultery. When I explained that oralism was just as serious as fornication she argued with me in a vain attempt to convince herself she had only “played” with her stepsons. Once she realized that she had actually been committing adultery all along with her husband's boys, she agreed to lock the bedroom door at night.

The woman had come to my office seeking some kind of justification for her acts, but instead I made her face the truth about herself. I advised her to tell Scott and Tracy that the oral orgies were over and that they would have to find sexual outlets somewhere else. I doubted that the boys were the kind to force her into performing sex acts since they had not tried to fornicate her even when she was mouthing them. If they had this much control they were able to restrain themselves further and turn to girls their own age.

Since Scott and Tracy were mature enough to take care of themselves I suggested that Janet ask her husband to go along with him on trips now and then. Danny's absences made the woman center her needs on the only other available males in the house… her stepsons. Today Janet is a much happier woman and the last time I saw her was at a football game. She was up in the announcer's booth with her husband.