I probably shouldn’t have read my son’s diary, but he probably shouldn’t have written what he wrote.
It was very descriptive, and very specific.
For one thing, there was a long list of girls. He mentioned me first, but also on the list were his two sisters, my sister (his aunt), my friend Janine, his school teacher, his babysitter, his Sunday school teacher, and two of his older sister’s friends.
And then there were the outfits he wanted us to wear. He described clothing I recognized, certainly mine and his sisters’. All skirts or dresses. He even described what panties he wanted each of us to wear. Those were real too, and I found some of them with the diary.
The most detailed parts were the ways he wanted us to “punish” him. He didn’t say what he had done to deserve such a punishment. He wanted us to make him strip off his clothes in front of all of us. He wanted each of us to stand over him, so that he could see up our skirts or dresses, and scold him for being such a pervert, while he stroked his cock hard. He wanted us to make him masturbate in front of us. He wanted us to stand in a line and kick him in his balls while he jerked and tried to stay erect. Then he wanted each of us to stroke him with our hands to make up for kicking him. And finally, perhaps predictably, he wanted each of us to take turns sucking his cock.
He wrote quite a bit speculating about whose mouth he would cum in. He described how he would feel cumming in each of our mouths, and I must admit I was most aroused by the description involving me. He ultimately decided it would be best to experience this same scenario several times, and each time a different girl would swallow his load.
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The hardest part was talking to everyone and getting them to agree. Many of those conversations were really scary, especially the one with his teacher. You’d think his Sunday school teacher would be worse, but she’s such a sweet and caring person. In the end, they all agreed for different reasons. My sister thought it was hilarious, but she’s wicked. Janine was actually turned on by it. Several of the girls were genuinely upset, and they mainly agreed for the opportunity to punish my son. My oldest daughter didn’t agree so much as I made her understand that it would be better for her if she didn’t refuse. My youngest daughter thought it would be fun, but I’m not sure she fully understands.
The reason for the punishment … well, that was easy. When I called my son into the living room where we were all waiting, in the outfits he had described (and the panties I had recovered), all I had to do was hold his diary up in my hand. It was almost worth it just to see how red his face turned.