This story takes place in the Perfect Beginning Universe. It makes brief mention of Michele's work.
For me, first time is always the most exciting. Compounding the excitement is the anxiety when at least one character realizes that they are not the person they thought they were.
This story takes place in a very male-dominated society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Pete comes to realize that as he falls under Allison's spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.
Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this story.
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The following is an outline of how this society operates. The Perfect Beginning provides a slightly more comprehensive description of the universe.
* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.
* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.
* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.
* Some young people will begin to "date" around 160 years of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.
* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.
All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.
It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18-year-old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signalling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.
Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.
"Hmmmm, let me think... I suppose what I find most interesting...or one of the many things I find interesting," she smiled with everything she had, "is the idea that I can use a man's sexual desire for me to break him."
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Carol agreed.
"I think it is because we have been taught, since we were little girls that the engine of his desire, his cock, is a big part of why men are superior to women. Or at least that is the physical symbol of their superiority. I like how Lanza views their desire of us as not just an advantage, but a strength... or the leverage that can be used to invert the entire world view of male superiority and hegemony."
"Yes!"
"I don't see myself as a revolutionary, Mother, but like you, I'm a little different."
"I agree that it's fair to say we are a little different." She smiled at her daughter.
Mother and daughter were well practiced in the use of euphemisms as each preferred to feel and project to the world as one whose sensibilities were refined and properly conservative. For these ladies, there would be composure in all things.
"In truth, I'm rather pleased with the world at it is."
Allison more than welcome'd Mother's insights and shared her earnest interest by giving her mother her full attention and a subtly inquisitive facial expression.
The Spencer women looked out at the world as though from a poker table. Many would, if prompted, say each projected with a resting bitch face. A more nuanced description would reveal that each projected a mildly pleased or self-satisfied, resting bitch face. Each was so pretty and there was so often just the barest hint of a smile playing on the corners of their mouths. Certainly they laughed and scowled and everything in between, but they were not often seen by many while doing so as this more effusive expression was more often done in private. In time, one might come to read their more subtle emotional tells but this required keen attention to the matter. Yet they had no problem reading one another.
"It serves us, darling daughter. Everything we might want from the world of men is right there for us to enjoy as we see fit. If it were up to me, I would not change a thing."
From Allison's point of view, Mother's life looked more than satisfying. "Yet how about all the other women, Mother? What of them?"
"What of them, darling? A great deal of them get what they want. They prefer a world in which they look up to men. As for the rest, it is up to them to make of the world what they want.
"It has been said time and again, we are responsible for our own happiness and nothing is stopping us from attaining it. Look at us." Carol's lips creased into a smile and the pleasure she took from the world was self evident. Just then, Allison viewed her mother as a cat who sat contentedly licking the blood off her claws.
Allison viewed her mother as a sexual goddess and carried nothing for her but respect, admiration and love. Her mother was the perfect role model.
"Would it not be better though, Mother, if there was a bit more equality. I mean, men run everything and I'm not sure we women could not do it better."
"You might be right but as I look out, things don't look quite so bad. War seems to be a thing of the past, reasonable measures to maintain population are in place, the environment is balanced enough, according to the scientists, and most people have enough to get by. As I see it, most of the trains are running on time.
"My focus is on my world and I am most pleased with what I have."
Allison agreed with Mother as usual. "Yet it is the principal, Mother. Men are so..."
"Darling, I take your point, I do. Nonetheless, it serves us. It does," she said with a warm smile. I'd like you to consider how you made your brother cry this very morning."
This was an unexpected turn in the conversation that caught Allison off guard. Her cheeks rose to red and the smile blossomed on her lovely face. She did not expect this to become a "naughty" conversation, one that might cause her arousal.
"You made your brother cry over some little thing. You made your considerably older brother cry like your little boy. How did that make you feel?"
Making her brother cry did to Allison exactly what it did to Carol any time either made the boy cry which seemed to happen at least weekly if not more often. She felt titillated and fully aroused, self satisfied and spiritually uplifted. She felt all these things on a profound level. Thinking on it, she bit her lower lip in the most adorable way while failing to hide her smile. Unleashing her smile, "I appreciated it, Mother."
"Certainly you did. As well you should. It's beautiful and I appreciate it just as you do. Aside from the spanking...and in part because of it, why do you think your brother is such a prolific, little cry baby?"
Beaming at her mother, "Shame."
"Precisely." Carol matched her daughter's smile.
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Continuing to squeeze her son's cock right at the base, "Elliot, I've never been more disappointed in you." Mortification showed in his whole being and it took a mindful effort to keep her pleasure at bay. She chose to commission it to fuel her "disappointment." "Mother is most vexed."
In seconds, Elliot had traveled the great distance from very pleasurable joy, to shock, to mortification and now to wanting to die.
"How long have you been getting these?" She used her long, pretty index finger to tap the head of his raging hard cock.
"I just...I don't...never! Never before! I swear!"
"You want me to believe this is the first time?" said with doubt and some contempt. Carol knew it was very likely true this was the first time as she'd just very recently taken him off his blockers and replaced them with sugar pills.
"I swear to you, Mother! Never before!"
Appearing to weigh the veracity of his profession, she continued to pulse squeeze his errection. Certainly she did not consciously know she was doing this, he was sure. Likely she did it to help her concentrate her thoughts and maybe as a coping mechanism to deal with her disgust for her son's behavior.
"Goodness, gracious, what has gotten into you!"
"I don't...I don't know, Mommy!"
Mommy! Oh god yes! He will call me Mommy!
