Our son had always been shy and quiet. In fact one could call him a bit of a loner. However, he had never been a troublemaker and he had always been good at his studies. Of late, however, he had become quite unsocial and even unstable in his behaviour. The quality of his performances at his studies had begun to decline rapidly. He frequently got into fights with the few friends he had. At this rate we were apprehensive that he would be soon be ruining his life and future irrevocably.
I had a long talk with our son and he promised to pull up his socks, but nothing of the sort really happened. I could understand problem. His hormones were boiling inside him looking for a release. His thoughts, from the moment he woke up in the morning to the minute he fell asleep at night, was occupied with thoughts of girls and sex. Unfortunately, his innately introvert nature made it difficult to make friends with girls, let alone have sex with them. The more he found himself frustrated the worse it became for him. His behaviour with people, and in particular with women and girls, became ride and boorish. They began to avoid him. He was now trapped in a vicious circle and he had no idea as to how he could get out of it.
The best remedy for him, I realised, would be to somehow get him sexually involved with a woman so that he could get what he wanted so badly. The problem was how to get it for him. In the past, boys of his age were usually already married in our society. In aristocratic sections of some societies they were taken by their fathers or uncles to learn about it all from women euphemistically known as being 'women of the world.'
Unfortunately, these options were not available to us anymore. The marriage of underage children was now banned by law. Taking my son along to a prostitute to was not an option either given the prevalence of AIDS and other sexually transmissible diseases among these women.
One night as we were going to bed, my wife told me to have a talk with him.
"He is nowadays taking my dirty bras and panties out of the laundry basket and messing in them. He masturbates in them and then leaves them back in the laundry. It is all so embarrassing. If you don't do something soon I shudder to think where all this will finally lead to."
I was at my wits end. It was not unnatural for a boy to have a sexual crush on their mother. In fact, psychologists considered it the most basic of sexual urges. However, actual sex between mother and son is strictly taboo in almost all societies. It was no different in ours.
However, what my wife had said got me thinking. Though past forty, my wife was still a very attractive woman. Standing 5 feet and 5 inches tall and weighing about 65 kilogrammes she had a lovely creamy skin and a very wholesome 40D-36-42 figure. I could well imagine how attractive she must seem to a lonely and sex starved young man. What was the harm, I thought, in having her satisfy the sexual needs of her son?
The next night I sounded her out on the matter. At first she was shocked and angry at the suggestion, but gradually I was able to bring her around. I told her how it would benefit our son. I explained to her that what I was asking her to do was for the purpose of helping our son get his life back on track. I warned her that if we did not help him he could either turn to drugs to deaden the pain of his frustrations or could end up harming some girl. Besides, he could learn so much about life and about sex from her. Who could help him and teach him about it all better than his own mother?
My wife told me to think about what it would do to our relationship. After a time, she warned me, I would begin to have second thoughts on the matter. If she began to enjoy having sex with our son I might begin to get jealous. If so, even if I never expressed my feelings, it would slowly but surely ruin our marriage. I told her that we were married long enough and were mature enough to avoid having any such feelings. It was with our own son that I was asking her to have sex with, not some stranger. If anything, I told her, I felt that it would bring us all closer still to each other.
Finally my wife agreed, albeit rather reluctantly, to the whole idea. If nothing else, she said, it would spice up our sex life. Besides our son was quite a good looking fellow. Seducing him would be fun. However, she would not be able to proposition him by herself. I would have to help her get started. I readily agreed to do so.
The next night, after dinner, my wife and I knocked at the door of our son's room. It took him almost two minutes to finally open the door. From the way he was trying to hide the tent in his pajamas, I guessed he had been jacking off merrily when we had knocked. I wondered who he had been thinking of while masturbating.
My wife and I sat on his bed while our son sat on the chair of his study table facing us, apprehension writ large on his face.
"Look, my son." I began. "We want to discuss something very important with you."
"I know what you want to talk about, Dad." He said almost tearfully. "I am trying my best to study hard. Just give me some more time. I promise I will not let you down."
"That is a part of what we want to talk to you about." I told him. "What we really want to talk about is the reason for your paying less attention to your studies. We are getting a lot of complaints about your general behaviour. You were not like this before. What is wrong with you?"
Our son hung his head shamefully and did not utter a word.
"Look we understand your problem." I continued. "It is an age old problem faced by all boys. I had the same problem when I was your age, and I am sure my father did too when he was your age. You are want to have sex with a girl but unfortunately, you are unable to do anything about it. Am I right, so far?"
