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Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating.
Mary found out about Michael's habit in the usual way. She went into his bedroom to pick up the laundry and there he was, jamming on himself like a deranged animal. It was horrible, and she told him to stop immediately. Mary was angry at her son, of course, but most of all she was scared. She knew what Michael was doing was a terrible sin.
Mary started off being kind. She patiently explained that it was natural for a boy Michael's age to have urges, but that God wanted him to remain pure. Then Mary threatened her son, telling him that every ejaculation would lead him one step closer to eternal damnation. She even tried punishments, ordering him off to bed without dinner as soon as she saw what he was up to. But everything she tried only seemed to make him do it more.
They met in his private office. Everything smelled slightly of old books and fresh potpourri. Sitting on the far side of Father Donovan's oversized wooden desk, Mary told him everything.
https://thedailychain.com/beware-of-melius-brothers-moyn-and-monir-now-promoting-onecoin-like-scheme/"But he'll go to Hell," Mary said and sobbed.
"That's why he needs your help."
*
The long drive home gave Mary plenty of time to think about her problem. Could she wrap Michael's penis in something that kept him from touching it? What if she made sure someone was watching him all the time? It all sounded so stupid and ridiculous. Mary was failing her son and she knew it.
*
Mary asked the entire family to join her around the kitchen table. The first to come down the stairs was her oldest daughter. Hope was 21, tall and thin with dark brown hair that she always kept tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of sensible slacks with a sweater over a button-down shirt.
Finally Tabitha, the youngest at 18, entered the room. With light brown hair down to the middle of her back, she was a bit shorter than Chastity and a bit curvier than Hope. Especially in the hips. She was wearing a t-shirt with some cartoon character on it and a pair of ripped up jeans.
Once everyone was seated, Mary called Michael into the room. At 19, he was tall and muscular, though often clumsy - like a boy trapped in an adult's body. It didn't help that it seemed like he'd outgrown his clothes overnight. Everything was just a tad too tight on her son's body.
"As all of you know, I've been struggling with how to deal with your brother and his little problem."
"If you could control yourself we wouldn't have to talk about it," Mary said.
"It's OK, Michael," Hope said, kindly. She had stepped in as a surrogate second parent for her younger siblings after their father had died. "It's perfectly natural to want to do things like that. Especially as a young man." As always, Hope had a serious look on her face. The archetypal first child - driven and deliberate.
"Yeah," Chastity said, "Everybody knows boys have to pet the one-eyed snake once a day or they, like, die." That was Chastity - always teasing. She wasn't mean, but Chastity wasn't exactly kind to her kin, either.
"Oh my God. Does everyone have to know?" Michael asked.
Chastity giggled.
"In fact, Father Donovan has given me an idea for how we can handle Michael's problem, so it doesn't shoot us all in the face."
Chastity burst out laughing. Her face bright red.
Well, it had been Mary's solution, really. But she felt like the family was more likely to listen if she put a bit of priestly guidance behind her thinking. And Father Donovan had given her the seed of the idea. The room went silent. She had their attention.
"Father Donovan reminded me that the problem isn't Michael's horrible addiction to self-pleasure..."
"Mooooom," Michael groaned.
"...it's what he's doing with the results."
"Because you're the ones that have to help him," Mary said.
"Wait," Chastity said, "You want us to like, jerk him..."
"Oh my Lord no! You can't do that to your brother. That would be terrible!" Mary said, shocked. She felt the whole room seem to sigh in relief, "Michael needs to ejaculate in your vaginas, not your hands."
"Isn't it the perfect solution?" Mary said, "God wants Michael's sperm to go inside a woman. So long as he does that, it's OK."
"You want us to fu... I mean, have intercourse with Michael?" Hope asked. Her voice slipped out like a whisper.
"Oh no, honey. Not at all. Michael will do his thing as usual. When he's ready to go, he'll just finish where he's supposed to. That's all."
"Oh, well if that's all," Chastity said.
"See," Mary said, "Your sister gets it."
"But Momma," Tabitha said, "None of us are on the pill."
"I'm so confused," Hope said.
"It's easy," Mary said, disappointed that her eldest daughter, of all people, didn't get it, "But if it makes you feel better, I'll supervise the first few times to make sure we get it right."
"Mom," Hope said, "I get that you're trying to help. But I don't know..."
The three girls all looked at each other with scared, tiny eyes. They tried asking more questions, but Mary made it clear that this was the only way forward. Finally, she extracted a promise from each of them that they would help their brother, no matter what. God, what was so hard about assisting a sibling, honestly?
As everyone left the room, Mary realized that her son hadn't said anything at all about her plan. He'd just nodded when she asked him to promise to use his sisters from then on. She supposed that Michael was so ashamed that it had come to this he couldn't say a word. Or perhaps he was overcome with happiness.
After all, Mary had just saved his soul.
*
Mary knew better than to ask Michael to be regular about his activities. They would all have to play by ear and figure things out as they went. Fortunately, all three girls lived at home and they all had different schedules with school, extracurricular activities and, of course, church. That meant at least one sister would be available at all times.
Mary had heard boys liked to look at pictures when they did it, but her son just had his eyes squeezed shut. His body twisted in rising pleasure. He was whispering a word that sounded a bit like 'Tabitha,' but Mary couldn't be sure.
Michael's eyes popped open when his mother walked in the room. "Holy... Mom! I told you not to bother me when I'm... When my door is shut."
"Well, come on then," Mary said, "Let's get this over with. Unless you need more time."
"No! I mean. No - it's pretty close."
"Good," Mary said, "Let's go find your sister."
"Maybe I'll wait," Michael said, "I'm pretty sure Chastity hates me."
"Chastity doesn't hate you," Mary said, "She just has a unique way of expressing her feelings." Michael looked ready to protest more, so she grabbed her son by the arm, dragged him out of his room, and marched him down the hall.
"Chastity is going to be so mad," Michael said.
"Of course she won't. If anything, she'd be angrier if you didn't let her help you. You'll see." Mary knocked on Chastity's door (a courtesy she hadn't given her son) and then opened the door.
Chastity was lying back on her bed, reading a book. She was wearing a conservative set of pajamas - red black plaid with long sleeves that almost looked like a little bedroom business suit. Chastity's golden curls splayed out on the pillow behind her.
Chastity looked up at her brother in shock. Her mouth moved, like she was trying to spin up a sassy retort, but no sound came out.
"Well, get on with it," Mary said. The siblings stared back at their mother. "Must I do everything? Fine. Michael, you said you were close, so get moving. Chastity, take your clothes off. You need to be ready when your brother is, or this will all be for nothing. Don't just stare at me like idiots. This is what we agreed to - get going!"
Michael began rubbing his hand up and down his member lightly. It didn't look to Mary like he was doing much, but she was willing to concede that everyone worked differently. Chastity lifted her pajama shirt over her head. Her large breasts spilled out.
"Holy fuck, sis!" Michael said, "Nice!"
Chastity gave her brother a look - it was supposed to be nasty, but it came out as kind of pleased. Mary had to admit, her daughter's breasts were quite big. Yet they still had the perkiness of youth. Her little pink nipples poked outward.
It occurred to Mary that her daughter didn't actually need to take her top off for this, but it was too late by that point. Plus it seemed to be working for Michael. He was rubbing himself much faster.
Chastity slid off her pants, then she lay back on the bed.
"Spread your legs a little, honey," Mary said. She stepped forward and pulled Chastity's knees apart. Her daughter's sex was as purple as her son's - her labia hung open and wanting. The strong scent of female arousal filled the room.
"You getting turned on by your sister, Perv?" Chastity asked.
"Oh yes," Michael said, like he couldn't hear the insult. His whole body turned red. He was breathing like he'd just run a race. Michael started to rub even faster - completely focused on his sister's naked body.
"OK, Michael. When you're..."
"Oh FUCK, I'm going to..." Michael tried to jump forward but it was too late. His semen spurted onto his sister's stomach and chest. He groaned as his body jerked, every ejaculation slowly covering his sister's ample chest.
"Ewww, gross!" Chastity said as she was splashed with her brother's sperm.
"You need to cum in your sister, dear, not on her," Mary said, not unkindly, "Don't worry. We'll keep practicing and you'll get it right eventually." She rubbed his head lovingly. Michael looked down at what he'd done.
"Sorry," Michael said, "I'm so sorry." He ran out of the room.
Mary glared down at Chastity. "That wasn't exactly what I meant by being supportive."
"It's not my fault he shot his spooge all over me," Chastity said.
"You didn't have to make him feel bad about it, though, did you?"
Chastity got up and started to wipe herself off with a tissue. She sighed. "Stupid, useless brother."
"We're all learning here," Mary said, "I expect you to be more encouraging next time, OK?"
"You mean, like, beg him to stuff my aching pussy with his huge, hard cock until he blasts me full of his hot, sticky cum?"
"Well, maybe not that encouraging," Mary said.
*
After a little time had passed, Mary went to her son's room and talked to him. She told him that no one was upset. He just needed to learn to time things better.
"With Chastity there naked and watching me. I'm sorry, Mom. I lost control," Michael said.
"I understand honey. And now we know how to fix things for next time," Mary said.
Michael nodded. She thought, for a moment, she saw him smile.
"Chastity is very beautiful, isn't she?" Mary said.
"She's OK."
"And Hope," Mary said, "Don't you think she's pretty?"
"Sure, I guess. They're my sisters. Chastity's so mean and Hope's always being bossy. It's hard for me to think of them that way."
"And Tabitha?"
"Oh, Tabby's gorgeous. Everyone knows that," Michael said.
"Mmhmm," Mary said, "You're a very lucky boy."
"I suppose I am."
*
After the previous day's debacle, Mary knew she needed to adjust her idea of how things would go. Just randomly selecting a sister in the moment was too complicated. They needed to make the process as easy as possible to start with. Later, once they had a system, they could be less organized about things.
She also decided that Michael may have been right. Mary had no doubt that Chastity would be fine in the long run, but she probably wasn't the best choice for a first try. And if the 20-year old blonde had struggled with doing things right, then starting things off with baby, brunette Tabitha was out of the question. Plus Michael's own reactions to his little sister were a bit troubling. This was supposed to be functional, not fantasy.
So, Mary made Michael promise the next day to masturbate at a certain time. He grumbled and complained but he agreed. Then she made sure Hope would be around at the right moment and ready. Mary told her oldest daughter to wait in her room, already naked. Then she went to Michael and told him he could begin.
Mary waited in the hallway while her son went to work. She thought it would be a few minutes, but a good amount of time passed before she heard her son's door open. He was naked again and cradling his penis the same way he had before. It looked a little larger this time, somehow.
Mary led him back to Hope's bedroom. The tall brunette knew to expect them, so Mary didn't bother to knock. She opened the door and shoved Michael inside.
Much like her sister the day before, Hope lay back naked on top of the covers. She was long enough that her feet hung off the end of the bed. Hope was very thin with tiny, barely-there breasts. Her brown hair was still neatly tied back in a ponytail. Hope was very beautiful - all my girls are, Mary thought proudly - and she could see by Michael's reaction to his naked sister that he found her attractive as well. Despite his earlier denial.
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