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Author: Sterling
Title: Dead Men, Dumb Boys
Summary: In a worldwide calamity, all the men die and all the
boys become profoundly retarded. There's only one thing they're
interested in any more, an interest that awakens at puberty.
Women struggle to adjust.
Codes: mF mf cons het preg inc mother son SciFi PostApoc
 
NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/24/2011.

I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.
Comments to sterling27@live.com.

I have written many other stories and they can all be found at
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Dead Men, Dumb Boys


All the men died.
 
The first time a man was asleep after a particular instant --
January 29, 2012, 8:37pm GMT -- he stopped breathing and died. A
billion or so men in Asia just never woke up. Sleepless wives
found themselves lying next to corpses in the dark, while better
sleepers made the discovery by daylight.
 
By the time the pattern was clear, another billion men faced a
cruel end -- whenever they couldn't hold their eyes open any
longer, they would die. Along with the anguish came a flurry of
activity. Planning for the continuity of society and in some
cases the very survival of their womenfolk gave a purpose to
men's final hours. Hurried instructions were given. Those on how
to keep the electrical power grid operating and the food
shipments coming into the cities saved lives directly. How to run
a pizza shop and deliver the US mail kept things moving smoothly.
How to run a marketing campaign, audit tax returns, test
software, install insulation... all would be useful some day.
 
Where holes could be dug in backyards, the billions of men were
committed to shallow graves, while mass graves were the only
option in many urban areas.
 
The police and security functions largely ceased functioning, but
disaster was averted because the bad guys were just as dead as
the enforcers.
 
The political vacuum was profound. In many countries the wives of
politicians stepped up to fill their husbands' shoes. But because
of the constitutional rules of succession, Hillary Clinton became
President of the United States, not Michelle Obama. Had the
Calamity struck two years earlier, Nancy Pelosi would have
assumed the office.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
The men died, but not the boys. When boys below the age of about
20 woke up, women discovered that they had become idiots. They
had lost their command of language and abstract thought. Gone
were their social skills, and they came to resemble the autistic
in many ways, showing no sign of affection or attachment to
others in their family. They could often be found staring off
into space or examining the pattern in wood grain. Anything
requiring as much discipline and skill as washing dishes or
opening a can to feed themselves was beyond them. They retained
toilet training, but not much more in the way of personal
hygiene.
 
One thing the boys past the age of puberty retained was their sex
drive. That combined with a total absence of social inhibitions
had predictable results. They didn't have the social skills to
threaten a girl or woman, and if she was strong enough to
forcefully resist they gave up. But they instinctively knew where
a woman's vagina was, and faced with a weak or uncertain
resistance, they would vigorously maneuver their penis to the
place it belongs and shove. Guided by nothing but raw instinct,
they ejaculated within seconds.
 
There was a huge baby boom nine months after the Calamity, for
two quite different reasons.

In men, one common reaction to having only hours to live is to
want sex -- and without a condom. Many girlfriends and wives
didn't have the heart to insist on one.
 
Mothers and sisters were ecstatic when a teenage boy woke up
instead of dying in his sleep. If his desire on waking was to
force his penis into his mother or sister's vagina, that was
emotionally so much preferable to his being dead that she in her
confusion often didn't have the will to resist.
 
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Nell Johnson had a husband Bill and a 16-year-old son Kevin. When
the emergency bulletins had conveyed the unfolding Calamity,
Kevin and Bill knew they couldn't sleep. Both pulled one
all-nighter, but the teenager couldn't manage a second one. He
had dozed off at his desk in the late afternoon. When Nell found
him, she in her panic screamed and shook him awake. His
personality was already transformed, though at that early stage
the nature of the change wasn't well understood. More exhausted
than horny, he had pushed her away with a groan and flopped down
on his bed to fall asleep properly. Relieved that he was at least
young enough to live, she had returned her attention to her
distraught husband.
 
Kevin had emerged groggily from his room around 6pm and joined
his parents in the living room. He sat next to his mother and
matter-of-factly slid his hand up between her legs, feeling the
crotch of her slacks.
 
"Kevin!" she shouted, pushing his hand away forcefully.
 
But he didn't answer. He just kept his eyes riveted to her
crotch, then tentatively reached out for another feel.

Already stressed to the limit, Bill exploded, hauling Kevin to
his feet and crunching his fist into his son's jaw, sending him
staggering away crying.
 
"Bill!" Nell yelled. "No, please!" she groaned, dragging him away
by the hand. Somehow they ended up in the master bedroom, and she
turned to give him a fierce hug.
 
Bill broke the hug, shut and locked the door, and put his own
hand where his son's had been a minute before.
 
Nell yielded easily to his desire. He made some halfhearted
effort at foreplay, but Nell felt the need for nothing beyond a
little lubrication. Within a couple minutes she was spread out
naked on the bed, and he mounted her and thrust his cock inside,
gasping.
 
"That feels so good, honey," she whispered after a minute. "I
want to feel you come!"
 
In seconds she felt his excitement building and saw a faraway
look on his face. And then he came, with his typical big groan.
He collapsed on her for a few seconds before rolling off.
 
"So tired..." he said.
 
"Shhhh!" said Nell and snuggled against him.
 
Within seconds, he was asleep. His breathing slowed and became
regular. A few seconds later, it stopped. Nell fought back her
urge to scream and try to shake him awake. The news reports had
made it plain it would be pointless. In 15 minutes she was sure
he was gone and thought she could feel his body start cooling
noticeably.
 
Fighting back tears, she got up. She was now a widow, single
mother to a retarded son.
 
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The next day, Nell opened the door for Kate, Kevin's girlfriend.
They were both juniors in high school, and the two had been
involved for a little over a year. Nell liked Kate.
 
"Hi, Mrs. Johnson."
 
"Hi, Kate. Oh, it's so terrible, all of this."
 
"Yeah, I'm just in a daze."
 
"You want to see Kevin?"
 
"I guess... Yes! I was so glad to learn he'd survived."
 
"Don't get your hopes up, though. He's not the same as he was
before."
 
"Yeah, I know."
 
Nell led Kate down the hall to Kevin's bedroom.
 
Kevin lay on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
 
"Kevin, Kate's here to see you," she said quietly.
 
He turned when he heard the noise. When he saw Kate in her gray
dress, he sat up and looked at her with interest -- sexual
interest. He had been looking at Nell that way a lot ever since
he woke up. Kate's expression made Nell wince inside -- she was a
teenage girl in love, and she was about to be disappointed. The
two teens came together in a hug, but even as they did Kevin's
right hand went straight to Kate's butt.

It was no secret that the two of them slept together regularly,
and Nell knew Kate was on the pill. She retreated and shut the
bedroom door almost all the way, leaving it open just a crack.
She didn't want to get in the way of sex, if that's what they
wanted, but she also didn't want to abandon Kate.
 
What Nell heard from the hallway was, "Kevin!" and some giggles,
a few grunts and a big "Aahhhh!" in her son's baritone voice, and
then a,"Kevin? Kevin?" from Kate in softer tones.
 
Less than 60 seconds after Nell had pulled the door mostly shut,
Kate opened it and shut it firmly behind her, head down and tears
in her eyes.
 
"Kate?" asked Nell tentatively as the girl came into the living
room. "I'm so sorry ..."
 
Kate stood a moment, never looking up, then said, "I've got to go
now," in a small voice.
 
"Look, I'm happy to talk any time, OK? I'm sorry."

"Yeah, OK," said Kate softly as she shut the front door behind
her.
 
Nell knocked on her son's door and paused a moment, waiting by
habit for a response. Hearing none, she opened it and saw
immediately why Kate had shut it behind her.
 
Her son lay on his back, dressed as before in T-shirt, shorts,
socks and sneakers. But his shorts and briefs were down around
his ankles, his legs were spread wide, and his erect penis was
slick and smeared with clots of semen. It was just beginning to
droop.
 
What startled Nell was the smile of total contentment on his
face. She hadn't seen such a simple look of happiness on that
face since he was a small boy.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
Nell was a high school guidance counselor at a different school
from the one Kevin and Kate attended. Two days after the
Calamity, the school was a completely different place. Half the
teachers and administrators were dead. Some of the women teachers
came in, while others were trying to fill their husband's shoes
in jobs that were more vital to the immediate functioning of
society. Some girls came in and some stayed home for similar
reasons. Many of the retarded boys were delivered to school
because their mothers needed them out of the way and were
desperate for a place to put them.

The boys were suddenly totally incapable of the first grade
curriculum, let alone anything taught in high school. Of more
immediate concern, the male half of the student body was
actively, physically trying to get into the pants of the other
half. The desire was nothing new, but the boys had lost all their
inhibitions. If that thing over there looked female, a boy's
urgent impulse was to get that cloth out of the way to expose her
cunt so he could fuck it.

"John, you're being very naughty!" Nell heard as she came around
a bend in the corridor. John's pants and briefs were down to
mid-thigh, his erect cock standing out boldly. Lisa was standing
against the wall, and John was feeling up under her dress. But
Lisa was smiling and actually holding her dress up out of the
way. John pressed in against her, cock aiming right up to Lisa's
vagina.
 
"John!" said Nell in a sharp voice.
 
John didn't even look at her. Lisa looked flustered for just a
moment, then said, "Oh, it's OK. I don't mind! He can't help it!"
 
And as Nell watched, John's penis tip found the feminine folds it
sought and burrowed in. Seconds later he gasped, and Lisa gave a
delighted laugh as she beheld his orgasming face.
 
Nell realized she had been frozen in place for several seconds
watching. "Come on, John, pull yours pants up, and off to your
room now!" she said. She had to pull his pants up herself and
pushed him along gently.

The teachers, all women of course, decided that segregation was
called for. The boys were herded into classrooms guarded by
teachers and a few brave girls.

Nell reflected on Lisa's reaction to her hallway quickie. She had
left giggling. She was a chubby and unattractive girl. John was a
popular athlete, and getting him to make love to her -- or even
just fuck her -- in the old days wouldn't have been a
possibility. Nell knew Lisa had some psychological difficulties,
so she wasn't too surprised she had yielded to John's outrageous
advances.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
After finishing the dinner clean-up that night, Nell looked at
Kevin sitting in the living room, staring off blankly into space.
Her wonderful, intelligent, exasperating teenage son was gone.
Who was this boy who was left? How could she make him happy?
 
She smiled as she thought of his dreamy expression after getting
his rocks off in his girlfriend's pussy the other day. That was
how to make him happy! Yeah, "Come on, Kevin, fuck mama like a
good boy!"
 
It was unthinkable. Unthinkable because...
 
She was married. No wait, actually, she was widowed. Hopping into
bed with someone else a week after her husband's death might seem
a little hasty, but it wasn't actually breaking any vow.
 
He was her son, so it would be incest. She was still on the pill.
She could have quit the day after Bill died, but amid the chaos
around her, keeping her hormonal balance steady had seemed
prudent. So there was no danger of incest-related birth defects,
or even an unwanted pregnancy.
 
She could go to jail. Hardly likely. He wasn't going to tell!
 
It would mess him up psychologically. Ha! He didn't have enough
mental subtlety to get messed up. He didn't give any sign he knew
who she was. Just some person -- well, he definitely understood
she was female. Before, at his most rebellious, he had shot her
looks that could kill, he had given her the silent treatment, and
he had yelled at her. But he had never looked at her with the
emotional indifference he showed now.
 
What about her? It was scandalous to go to bed with a boy so much
younger than her. But there were no men anywhere near her age any
more. Anywhere. If she ever slept with a man again, it would have
to be a boy. So she would just never have sex again. That thought
raced through her like panic. Never to feel a man possess her
again? She could masturbate all she wanted, but never to feel the
male body on, around and in her?
 
Looking at his freshness and youth made her pussy surge with
warmth. She had loved Bill, and of course she had learned to love
his modest paunch that grew up over time. But here in front of
her was a male specimen without an ounce of fat anywhere.
 
But how could she sleep with her son? What would that do to him?
She'd been over that already -- it would do nothing bad to him.
He didn't know she was his mother. And if he didn't view her as
his mother, why did she have to view him differently just because
he was her son?
 
The girl Lisa's reaction came back to her. John had wanted to
mate and she had let him -- it wasn't much more complicated than
that. If John had still been a full human being, the social
context would have been entirely different. He would have been
taking advantage of a girl, offering her no conversation, no
kiss, no affection -- and certainly no noticeable sexual
pleasure. He would have been risking both of their reputations
doing it in such a public place. He would probably have boasted
of his conquest, getting as much joy from the conquest as the act
itself.
 
But none of those things were true. John had been like an animal,
trying to reproduce with a female of his own species. Lisa had
answered, taking delight in playing the role of the female: a
simple sperm receptacle.

She just stared at her spaced-out son and her mind went blank.
 
After Nell got ready for bed that night, she lay in bed and
masturbated. Her nipples stood up alertly and her pussy got wet
and stretchy as she thought of her son.
 
She put a nightgown on, but nothing else, and went to her son's
bed -- a queen-sized bed, big enough for their purposes.
 
"Wake up, Kevin," she said, and he woke easily enough. She helped
him out of his T-shirt and briefs as she tossed aside her own
nightgown.
 
Kevin's cock pulsed to life strongly as he saw what was being
offered.
 
Nell looked carefully at his bright face as he mounted her. She
guided his cock to her pussy opening and he pushed in.

"Aaahhhhh!" he moaned with ecstasy.

She had a brief flashback to the time over 16 years earlier when
that cock had come sliding out of her as a very incidental
appendage to the rest of him. Now it was sliding back in, not at
all incidental.

"Unnh, unnnh, unnnh," he grunted, then "Ooooohhhh!"

After five quick strokes he began coming; after 20 he pulled out
and lay beside her, total satisfaction and delight covering his
face. She felt a flash of anger that he had done nothing to give
her pleasure. It was irrational, of course -- he couldn't.
 
It couldn't have been two minutes later that she saw him looking
her up and down intently, cock hard once more.
 
She lay back to receive him once more, this time focusing on the
deliciousness of the male body that was mating with hers. He
pounded her for two minutes, and she began to feel definite
sexual pleasure. A muscular man's body was lying on her,
insinuating its special mating prong into the special canal she
had for no other reason than to receive it. She gave him a
vaginal squeeze and was delighted to see his face scrunch up in
pleasure and pump her even faster and deeper. Seconds later he
came.
 
He fell asleep beside her as she drowsed herself. She woke
feeling him nudge her onto her back once more, and glancing at
the clock saw they had slept for the better part of an hour. This
time he fucked her for twenty minutes. When he rose to his
orgasm, she rose with him, and found herself grunting, getting in
touch with her own animal self. They both gasped in sexual
release, celebrating the deposit of a third load of sperm inside
her pussy.

---------------------------------------------------------

None of the boys could care for themselves, and they couldn't
keep themselves safe. In the old days, they would have been put
in institutions. The teenage boys had an additional problem: they
were actively antisocial, liable to sexually harass every female
of reproductive age they came into contact with.

The teachers turned half of Nell's school into an institution for
boys. Mattresses were hurriedly brought in and arrangements made
for the delivery of three meals a day. More permanent
arrangements for a real institution would be made later, but
mothers with teen sons had an urgent need. This was where they
were used to leaving their sons, and they transformed the
existing social network to meet the need.

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Heather Collins used to dream of a world without men. Had she
ever wished for it? Yeah, she had on occasion, after all the shit
she got from them. She was a fat bull dyke, not the kind of girl
the men were very kind to. But she wasn't going to feel guilty
about exasperated wishes in passing that men would just all drop
dead. It wasn't her fault.
 
But she never in a million years would have dreamed of the role
she had now. She had been a German teacher, but now she was
headmistress for a reform school for retarded teen boys.
Headmistress wasn't the right word. She was more like head of
security.

She hadn't had any brothers and had only known men and boys at
social distances. Now she was living with a hundred and fifty
boys who didn't have any social inhibitions, and she was becoming
intimately familiar with the male body. They got erections a lot,
and they didn't see any need to hide them.

The math teacher Mary Hernandez had raised three sons herself,
and she said she was surprised that the guys never masturbated.
She thought it was because of a lack of imagination. Like
animals, the boys were attracted to actual females they could
mate with, but they didn't fantasize about them. Heather could
see their penises pulse to erection as they looked at her or one
of the other women sometimes. Sometimes their fingers played over
their bulging cocks, but it never led to systematic rubbing
motions.

Yeah, she noted, their penises pulsed to life looking at *her*.
She found it amusing that half of them would presumably fuck her
if she let them -- she never had so much male attention in her
life. She guessed it was a little flattering, at some level. But
she had no interest whatsoever herself.

Even in their horniness the boys didn't use their full strength
to try to mate. She and the other women fended off advances with
a sharp tone of voice and firm motions -- it also helped that
none of them was exactly a nubile bombshell. But Heather was the
one they turned to if a boy got out of line. She brought more
size and strength to the physical side of the equation.

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There was a moment of silence as Shelley cut the car motor. Nancy
was in the passenger seat, Rachel and Tara in the back. It was
1:30 in the morning. They were at the service entrance to the
school, and Nancy knew how to sneak in.

"We're horny!"

"We want to get laid!"

"They've locked up all the cocks! Let's liberate some!"

It was a mild February evening, and each of the girls had a loose
dress on.

"Bras?"

"Missing!" chorused the other three voices.

"Panties?"

"Missing!" they shouted together.

"Female condoms?"

"In place!" "Got it." "It's not going anywhere."

"Lubrication?"

"Natural!" "Copious!" "You bet!" they all hollered, giggling, one
hand up under each dress to check and fondle a few strokes more.

They followed Nancy through the service entrance and back
storeroom into the hall of the arts wing.

Exchanging excited glances just outside the music room door, they
let themselves in and shut the door quietly behind them.

There they were. Nineteen teenage boys, on mattresses on the
floor. Some had sheets over them. Some had T-shirts or briefs on,
but some did not. Three cocks were in plain view, two of them
limp but one erect. Tara pointed at it and made a panting face.

The four of them pulled off their dresses and tossed them by the
door. Tara sat on the mattress next to the prize cock that was
ready and waiting. She paused a moment before gently shaking its
owner's shoulder.

The boy woke up, saw her, and grinned at her pussy. Tara lay back
and spread her legs. The boy rolled over onto her and slid his
ready organ in. He made a dozen quick thrusts, then gave a big
"Ooohhhhh!" before rolling off.

"Yes!" said Tara quietly with a big smile. She had been blocking
on his name, and now it came to her: Colin. "What are you guys
waiting for?" she asked her friends, who were just standing there
naked.

"Oh!" they heard from across the room. A red-haired boy they
didn't recognize rose and came towards them hurriedly. Tara was
the one whose twat looked easiest to get at, and he started
orienting to that.

"No, me!" said Nancy, and lay back on the bottom of the first
boy's mattress.

The red-haired boy was happily redirected. He sank his cock into
Nancy's open vagina and made a loud, "Unnnhhhhh!" as he came.

The noise woke some of the other boys, and their excited noises
woke the rest.

In no time all of the boys were scrambling for position in a
vagina.

"Oh, this is so great!" said Shelley as she felt a cock stuff her
pussy. It shoved ten times before its owner gasped and she felt
the meat twitch inside. He collapsed on her as a dead weight. She
nudged him off so she could breathe, but realized she was being
assisted by another boy who was eager for his turn. As she
watched, a jet of white shot out the end of this new cock, then
another and another. Gobs of the stuff, spent in premature
ejaculation. His failure to connect didn't seem to bother him.
His limp and happy form was easily nudged aside by a third boy,
tense and excited. His penis looked big on the way in, and the
stretching in her pussy confirmed that this was a huge one! It
sprouted from between the legs of Bob, a quiet gangly kid.

The dimly lit room was alive with erotic sounds: rustling, the
slapping of flesh on flesh, grunts and moans from the boys and
higher-pitched sighs and giggles from the girls.

"That clock on the wall says 1:48," said Rachel. "I was a virgin
at 1:41 when we came in, and now four guys have done it to me!"

"I've had five."

"Four, plus one who didn't last long enough to get it into me."

"Six."

"Well aren't you cool!"

"Wait, that's four and five makes nine, and five makes fourteen,
and then six makes twenty." Rachel sat up and counted. "There's
only nineteen guys here. Does that mean one of them's already
done it twice?"

"No, when I said five, I meant five lifetime, including when I
used to do it with Adam."

"OK, that's nineteen. Did everyone else count right?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"So is that it? They've all shot their wads?" said Nancy with a
trace of disappointment.

"I see Alan's cock is hard again," said Shelley.

"You think he's gonna want to?"

Shelley got up and sat on his mattress, reaching out to gently
stroke the firm organ.

"Unnhh!" grunted Alan, pressing Shelley onto her back.

"Looks like it!" said Shelley, spreading her legs cooperatively.

Other cocks were rising. "Can you do me from the rear, Dave?"
Tara asked. "Oh yeah, I guess he can't talk..."

But Dave had no trouble figuring out the geometry presented by
Tara's upturned ass. She laughed. "That's cool! I feel really
stuffed."

"Hey, they don't come as quick the second time, I guess? Does
that make sense?"

"Yeah, I'd heard that."

"Whoa! Say, who had Bob before? He's huge!"

"Me -- isn't it great?"

"I guess... maybe I'm not quite as big down there as you. It sure
is... intense."

"You don't even know who I am, Jim, do you? We were friends back
in third grade. I'd always kind of hoped... Oh, it feels so
good..." Nancy's voice trailed off.

"Aaahhhh!" said Tara. "I had an orgasm. Keith's been going in me
for a couple minutes. How many times has he done it before?"

"He did me the first time."

"And he did me."

"So it's his third, I guess. Do you see how happy they look? It's
amazing."

"Yeah, like little kids."

"Don't you love the smell in here?"

"It smells like sex, that's for sure... Take a sniff of what's in
your pussy..."

"Oh, that's so cool."
 
More time passed, cocks were inserted into different pussies and
humped in and out with youthful enthusiasm.
Dave grunted his orgasm, giving more spurts to the female condom
nestled inside Rachel's vagina. She said, "That's ten... I think
I've had enough. I'm kind of sore."

"Not me! I want more... I was so close to coming when Stu shot
his wad..."

"Maybe Dave?"

"Maybe. We've tuckered a bunch of them out, you see."

Five of the boys were sleeping on their mattresses.

"No!" said Rachel firmly, pushing Bob away. "I don't want to do
it."

Nancy said, "Is Bob hard again? I'd love to get him in me again.
Just a minute, Bob." A boy named Hal was mounted on her, humping
away.

"They don't know their names."

"Come on, Hal," said Nancy quietly. "Give me another squirt, OK?
Let it all out..." In a louder voice, she said, "He's been rowing
away here for ten minutes now, and... I really want Bob again...
God, what a slut I am!"

They all laughed. "We're in touch with our female sexuality and
satisfying our natural urges."

"We're sluts."

"Well, if it's Hal," said Rachel. "You think we could get his
cock out of you and into me?"

"I thought you said you were done."

"Well, I don't know, Hal's kind of small and he does it gently."

"OK, it's a deal."

"Look, Hal, see Rachel? Her pussy's open. Right there." Nancy
pushed Hal off of her.

"Nnnnhhhh!" protested the boy whose biology demanded he not
depart a vagina before he had splooshed it.

"No, look, there's another pussy, right there! See how wet and
wonderful it is."

Hal's face lit up as he saw his new prize and buried his little
cock to the hilt in Rachel's vaginal space.

"Kind of like a child, right? You distract him from one thing
with another..."

"I always had a crush on Hal," said Rachel, looking up tenderly
at the sex-drenched face of the boy above him, rutting away in
her.

"Have you had an orgasm yet?" asked Tara.

"No..."

"Try using your fingers down there."

"Oh, wow, you're right! Oh, Hal... I'm going to come with you
making love to me... Ahhh, yes, YES! Mmmmm."

"Let's see if I can get Bob to fuck me from the rear... Oh yeah!
That's not a skill he needs to be taught. Shit is he big! And
he's getting me so deep!"

Hal let out a whimper and rolled off of Rachel.

"He came! Oh, goody, Hal! See, Nancy, you just needed a little
more patience."

"Whatever... Oh, shit, Bob, oh Christ, wow..."

"No!" said Rachel to another boy who was trying to mount her.
"Look, I'm going to wait out in the hall."

"OK, we'll be done soon -- I think," said Tara. "I'm going to see
if Zach will let me mount him... That's right, Zach. There you
go... Oh, wow, you should have seen his face when I impaled
myself..."

Rachel put her dress back on and opened the door. As she shut it
behind her, she froze in terror as she felt a hand cover her
mouth.

"Keep quiet and I'll let you go, OK?"

Rachel nodded quickly. It was Mrs. Collins.

"I just didn't want to disturb the others. Looks like you've been
having fun," she said good-naturedly.

"Oh, um, are we in trouble?"

"I don't see any reason to say anything if you won't. I bet those
guys will be the happiest boys in school for days. There's so
little they seem to want otherwise..."

Mrs. Collins had resumed her position, leaning against the door,
peering in through its small window.

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"Let the Mating Begin"

As I write it is five weeks since the Calamity began. People ask
me how I can possibly be talking about sex at a time like this.
Children in isolated pockets are still starving and dying for
want of medical care. Womankind is going crazy just trying to put
the world back together.

I can talk about sex because among the survivors are boys --
horny boys. I have a 16-year-old son named Kevin. He fell asleep
and woke up again before his father went to sleep for the last
time, so one of the last things my husband experienced was seeing
his son trying to get his hand into his wife's pants. Fortunately
the very last thing he experienced was the fruits of getting his
own hand into those same pants. I chose that outcome, but it was
psychologically painful for me. At the same time it was the very
best I could do in the impossible situation I was in. I gather
many other men fell into their last sleep straight from
post-orgasmic bliss.

Three days later I invited my son to have sex with me because as
far as I could tell, that was all he wanted to do in life. He
barely got it into me the first time before he came. Five minutes
later he lasted maybe a minute, and then the third time was a
respectable-length act of intercourse. Then he seemed satisfied
and didn't try to get at my pussy until the following evening.

Remember the situation: All the men of the world are dead. The
boys live, but some night around the age of 18 or 20, they too
will go to sleep and never wake up. The boys all have enormous
cognitive and social impairments. They don't understand language
and don't know their own names. They don't recognize their own
family members -- not even their own mothers, God damn it! A boy
who has reached puberty does recognize the female of his species
and has a strong desire to mate with her, including his own
mother. The semen seems normal and is probably capable of
impregnation.

We have a world that can survive, ladies. Big boys are eager to
perform the one service that we cannot perform for ourselves.

My son has a one-track mind. He munches impassively on food he
used to love. He watches TV in much the same way a cat watches
TV. Show him a female, though, and his eyes light up, his cock
swells, and he finds ecstasy in unloading his sperm in a vagina.
This I know from experience, and I know my boy is typical.

Horny boys without social skills or inhibitions will try to mate
with any females they can find. To keep the peace, post-pubertal
boys are corralled in institutions and guarded. I have an
eyewitness report to an incident that happened at one such
institution. Four enterprising horny girls broke into their
former school in the middle of the night. Outfitted with female
condoms (good thinking!) they invaded a room housing 19 high
school boys. They then let the boys mate with them. The girls
lasted an hour and a half before deciding they had had enough. A
couple boys were still up for doing it a 6th or 7th or 8th time
-- the girls lost track -- but by then most were asleep with
smiles on their faces. And everyone remarked how happy those boys
seemed throughout the entire next day.

In the old world, the one that is no more, sex was part of a vast
dance. For us women, sex was leverage. In the very old days: No
sex before marriage, and no marriage before a man showed he could
be a stable provider. In more modern times: No sex outside of a
relationship, and no relationship until a man could convince us
over the course of several dates that he wanted more and would
want to keep getting together. Within a marriage: No sex until
the garbage was out, beer cans cleaned up, and a promise made to
take us to the opera. Whatever; you remember.

In that world, men had a great deal of power, and one of our
weapons was the ability to withhold sex. In this world men --
which means boys -- have no power whatsoever, and sex has no
leverage. I could either spread my legs for my son and watch
ecstasy play across his face, or I could watch him stare vacantly
out the window. I could not get him to do the dishes by offering
nookie as a reward. I let my son have sex with me because it's
what he wants. It's what he needs.

I actually found an improvement on my plan, a way to satisfy my
son without incest. I have a friend Sally (not her real name) who
has a 15-year-old daughter Margaret and sons Eliot and Jason who
are 13 and 11. Eliot with his groping and humping motions was
annoying Sally and driving Margaret crazy. I never expected to
find out what a 13-year-old boy was like in bed, but now I know.
Eliot's biology works perfectly, and his face is just as ecstatic
as Kevin's when he satisfies his desires. Now Kevin finds his
satisfaction between Sally's legs and looks just as happy as
before.

Eliot lives with me now. Sally comes over to visit him and
satisfy Kevin. Margaret claims to be as horrified by the thought
of sex with Kevin as with her own brothers, but I can tell from
her face that other forces are at work too. We'll see. I'll admit
that without old feelings about incest clouding my head, I enjoy
sex with Eliot more than I did with Kevin.

Our new boys have a purity to their animal nature. They find hand
jobs and blow jobs irritating and will struggle against those
forms of stimulation. They have eyes for only one thing: vagina.
They have no concept of trying to hold back, and unless they've
just come recently, they'll ejaculate within seconds of
penetration.

That was another form of leverage we had, of course: If a man
couldn't satisfy us or at least convince us he was doing his
best, we'd dump him or grant him the most minimal conjugal
rights. There is no such leverage with the boys.

In the old days, we taught our boys that they could expect to
satisfy their sexual urges as one small part of being a man.
Today, satisfying their sexual urges is the near sum total of
their destiny. It is who they are: copulating machines. In the
old days, I would be guilty of a crime for spreading my legs for
young Eliot. I suppose I still am, technically, but I feel
confident no one's going to come after me for it.

Mothers: I think you should look hard into your son's eyes and
see who he truly is. You should then invite females of whatever
age to offer themselves for sex with him. Your son's consent lies
in his actions, but every boy I know of will copulate with
anything that has breasts, and it will bring him ecstasy.

I've been speaking so far as a mother, thinking about my son.
What about the woman's point of view, especially women who have
no bonds to particular teenage boys?

Those of us who were in marriages or long-term relationships have
to mourn the individual men we knew. We as womankind must mourn
the loss of the very institution of marriage or even the concept
of long-term heterosexual partnership. Those of us with any
bisexual tendencies have the strongest possible incentive to
explore them. Friendship with other women is the only form of
friendship there is any more.

But for a lot of us, sex without a male just isn't sex. Those of
us who were sexually active can expect to start feeling sexually
frustrated.

Now I've warned you that a teenage boy isn't going to be a great
lover. He will do nothing clever with his fingers, nothing
exquisite with his tongue. He won't even kiss you, and he'll come
in seconds. But if you let him do it over and over again, he's
likely to last a while during the later bouts. For some women
that will be enough to achieve satisfaction (I'm fortunate to be
one of them). Others may need some sort of hybrid approach
involving their own fingers or a vibrator or what have you.

I think back to when I lost my virginity. It didn't hurt -- I
guess my hymen had disappeared earlier or else I just never had
much of one. I didn't feel much pleasure, maybe because I was so
nervous. I think my dear, earnest Jon lasted a mere minute. But
I'll never forget how it felt to have his weight on me, covering
me, his mysterious and magical penis probing, filling, then
stuffing my vagina, his male smell, his grunts, his urgency, the
pleasure on his face. That was something I needed to be complete
as a woman. Later I could experience the exact same things and
feel resentful that a man wasn't attuned to my pleasure. But I
rediscovered the magic of the original with Kevin and then Eliot.
Knowing my partner is incapable of caring about my pleasure, I
can fully appreciate that more primitive form of sex once more.

Two older women I've discussed these ideas with have been
surprised to find themselves interested in exploring sex once
more. One in particular said that layers of ego, worry about
whether anyone appropriate would find her attractive, concern
about how she ought to feel, contempt for any man who would want
to just have sex -- all combined to make her tuck sex away as one
of life's vanished possibilities. Now she's not so sure. If a
teen boy just didn't find her attractive, that would sting a
little, but at least there would be no humiliation in it, since
seeking or even perceiving her distress is beyond his cognitive
capacity. On the other hand, if he did have sex with her, she
wouldn't worry that he was just doing it out of pity, perhaps
suppressing disgust.

I'm not saying any woman should have sex with my son unless she
wants to. It's a personal thing. One thing we won't miss is male
coercion in any aspect of our lives, and no woman needs me
stepping in to coerce on my son's behalf.

But I think it would be healthy to consider it. The other half of
the species -- the ones with the outies that fit in our innies --
like to fuck us. No complications and no strings attached. It's
fun to be fucked sometimes -- it feels good and it feels right.
Let's be cougars -- we're either cougars or nuns.

It is also the only way I'm going to have any grandchildren. You
won't get a dime of child support out of me, but you're welcome
to my son's genetic material.

It will be interesting to see how the numbers play out. It looks
like boys will be sexually active for about 7 years, from age 13
until they die around age 20. We women could be active from 13
through -- let's say 73, for a total of 60. That's eight years of
female sexuality for every year of male. Of course we women have
the world to run, and the boys have nothing on their agendas
except fucking us.

I foresee a big shift. In these first few weeks, our teen boys
have caused a lot of distress trying to get into the panties of
every female they see. We're herding them together to keep their
unwanted advances at bay. But in truth, the world is awash in
panties whose owners could use some groping, prodding and
fucking. Instead of boys getting their hands slapped, I see a
world where we females will not get to see real live penises all
that often. When we do, we'll look mournfully at their limp
condition, then celebrate when one pulses to life and drills us.
Our enterprising quartet of horny girls who got 19 guys to fuck
them over and over again will have a tale to tell their
granddaughters. To them it will seem like a dream of unimaginable
riches.

I see my son sleeping in a different bed each night. Is one of
them yours?

Nell Johnson

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Nell opened the door to find a woman and adolescent boy.

"Oh, he's grown so much!"

The sandy-haired youth was 13 years old, and his eyes went
straight to the hem of Nell's dress, his hands quickly following.

"And he's already mating, I see?"

"Yep! Thought you might be surprised," said the boy's mother
Alice.

"Let's see what you've got, Lewis." Then to the woman, she said,
"You'll excuse us a moment?"

"Of course, take your time!"

Nell led the boy to her bedroom and shut the door.

She held him at bay long enough to get him out of his T-shirt,
shorts and briefs. She didn't bother with the sneakers.

"OK, little man, let's see what you've got."

She stepped out of her panties, then lay back, hitching up her
dress.

He launched himself onto her, and she guided his smallish but
stiff penis to her pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh, OOHHH!" said her grandson as he penetrated and
thrust, ejaculating five seconds after entering her.

She wasn't even lubricated, so his quick fuck stung and hurt. But
she liked it, feeling it as part of stark, primitive mating.

She beamed at his face, awash in ecstasy as he lay panting beside
her.

She had 30 grandchildren, all between the ages of 11 and 13,
among them two sets of twins. She hadn't realized how influential
her posting would be, so many years before. Using scheduling
software, her son was indeed in a different bed every night, and
she gave priority to women who said they wanted his baby. Kevin
had died right after fathering the second set of twins. The women
joked that sleeping with 19-year-olds was a bit like musical
chairs. You never knew when the music would stop and you'd be
stuck with a corpse. But it was worth it.

Lewis was her third grandson who had gotten old enough to be
sexually active. Tom's mother had offered to let her take his
virginity when he was 12, but Nell thought a boy's first time
should be with a hot young girl, not an old lady like her. But
she had enjoyed being fucked once more by her own kin when he got
around to her.

She had visited with her granddaughters frequently during their
childhoods. From those first sociable smiles, the girls had
personalities and you could build a relationship with them --
just like she had with Kevin, before the Calamity. Tears welled
up in her eyes briefly. Boys today weren't very rewarding. They
didn't give social smiles as infants, and they pretty much just
sat around until puberty. Now began those precious few years when
Lewis would be passionate about something -- sex.

"OK, Lewis, let's go back out and see your mom," she said, taking
him by the hand and leading him back to the living room. She
didn't bother to get him dressed again.

Nell and Alice chatted for several minutes before Lewis started
staring at Nell's crotch and getting an erection.

"Good recovery, too!" said Nell.

"Yes."

"Would you mind letting him do it to you? I'd enjoy seeing that."

"Oh, sure, no problem."

"A few people still insist on modesty, that's why I asked," she
said.
 
"Of course," said Alice. "Me, Lewis. Me, this time." To Nell she
said, "From the rear?"
"Yeah, that would be nice!"

Alice pulled down her jeans and panties and knelt on the floor
right in front of Nell. The older woman would get a nice side-on
view from three feet away.

"Come on, honey, do it to momma," said Alice playfully.

Lewis needed no encouragement. He grabbed his mother's hips and
plunged in, fucking with a vengeance.

Nell found herself getting hot and wet watching the scene of raw
sex in front of her.

Lewis shouted as he held himself deep within his mother, spurting
her with his essence.

Twenty minutes later he got hard again, and this time Nell lay
back on the sofa and let Lewis have at her. She delighted in the
feel of his flesh above her and the expression of youthful lust
and delight on his face.

The two women kept chatting while Lewis fucked away.

After half an hour, Nell said, "Excuse me a moment, I'm going to
concentrate..."

"Oh, sure, no problem!" said Alice.

Lewis's thrusting had Nell very aroused, and now she looked at
her grandson's lust-driven, sweaty face and squeezed with her
vagina.

Lewis squeaked and groaned and started ramming his grandmother in
a frenzy.

"Yes, Lewis, yes, that's it," said Nell, following the boy's
excitement.

"Aaarrrgggghhh!" he screeched, and as she felt his cock swell and
spurt, her own orgasm shook her. Such a sweet grandson!

Soon he and his cousins would be doing that in fertile vaginas
and she would be a great-grandmother many times over!
 
 
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What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether
positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. In
this case especially interested if there is a gender difference
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