Chapter 1

"Mom! Stevie poked me with his penis!"

Stevie's life changed on the day of his fourteenth birthday. His mother had taken him to Aunt Amy's for a pool party with her kids. They invited Aunt Cassie as well and planned to have a small party for Stevie with his cousins afterward. As usual, Stevie was the only boy at the event.

Amy had three daughters the closest in age being Allison, at 15. Aunt Cassie also had three teenage daughters. The lone boy in the group was his mother's only child, and also the youngest of the what he grew up to think of as his family family. Stevie and his mom only used the words "aunt" and "cousin" to indicate how close they all were as friends, since they weren't really related to Stevie or his mom. There was another woman who was part of the little "coven" as they liked to call it, Aunt Penelope. She had two daughters as well, but they were visiting family in Puerto Rico this weekend, and couldn't attend the party.

So it was just Stevie, and nine attractive, very feminine women between 14 and 38, in bathing suits, splashing in the pool and lounging in the sun.

He should have expected it, had he any male friends to talk with about what was going on in his developing body ... or if his mom had ever discussed it ... or if he had a father in the house. Or if he wasn't homeschooled, just him and his mom, spending most of his day's in the house doing lessons.

But his world didn't include other men. His world was all here at the pool for his birthday. His world was all women.

And the women in his world were all single, and had been for as long as Stevie could remember. He knew better than to raise that sensitive subject. None of them ever talked about men, ex-husbands, or their past lives. Even his cousins didn't talk about dating, and he had never seen one in the company of a man who wasn't performing some sort of paid service, like mowing the lawn or installing air conditioning.

So when it started happening, he couldn't talk about it with anyone he knew. The pubic hair starting to grow, his testicles getting bigger, his penis getting longer and thicker. The sexual urges. And of course, the erections.

He was playing in the pool with Allison, the way they always did, splashing and playing "catch me if you can" when the fateful hard-on happened.

Stevie had caught a glimpse of Gretchen's dark blonde pubic hair as she rolled over and readjusted her bikini bottoms, her legs facing the pool with her toes just inches from his face. Instantly his cock was stiff as steel. He turned to find Allison, and she backed him into the corner in the deep end as she swam up under him.

First he felt her fingers reach out and grasp him quickly, it could have been an accident, but a charge went through him as though someone had thrown a toaster in the pool. Then he felt her moving slowly up, gliding purposefully against his needful erection. First her smooth shoulder, the her soft, plump breast, then her taut stomach, then her round hip, then finally her muscular young thigh all gliding gently against his stiffness. She came up smiling, a wicked, naughty smile. Her face was almost touching his as she brought her thigh up gently between his legs, pressing against his tender young balls, hefting them in his loose bathing suit.

Her eyes darted around, surveying her surroundings. His eyes were fixed on hers, in a sexual fugue.

No one was watching as far as Allison could tell. She whispered "What's this, cousin?" her lips nearly grazing his. Her hand went down his belly, and this time it was no accident. She knew exactly what she was reaching for, and when her fingers found his stiffness, she weighed it, squeezed it, pinched the head between her fingers. "Is this for me?" she teased, pressing him against her mons.

All he could manage was an unintelligible gurgle. He was on the edge of release, but before he tripped over that edge, his cousin yelled the fateful words that would change everything for Stevie.

"Mom! Stevie poked me with his penis!"

The teenagers all dissolved in laughter. Between the adults, though, there was an exchange of meaningful, silent glances. Amy shot a serious look, over the top of her sunglasses to Grace, Stevie's mother. Grace met Amy's cold stare with a guilty, sheepish look. Her eyes darted to Cassie, for some compassion, some mercy, but the eldest of the three merely cocked an eyebrow in expectation.

There seemed to be tears forming in Grace's eyes. "But he's too young, Amy. My baby."

"Not your baby anymore, it appears." Amy said flatly. "We've been planning this moment for a long time, sister. Since before he was born. You were the one having the boy, you always knew what that meant, and you said you could do what was needed."

Grace was clearly choking back powerful emotions. "He's too innocent. He doesn't know what's going on yet..." she trailed off.

"If you won't do it ... can't do it ... let me do it. Let Cassie do it. You know it has to be done. He's fourteen and it needs to start today." Amy smiled. She seemed to be hoping that Grace would give up control of the boy. Neither of them saw Cassie licking her lips like a lioness contemplating a gazelle.

Amy curled a finger toward Allison and the 15 year old swam to the ladder and climbed out of the pool, her nipples stiffening under the thin material of her two piece suit. She sat on the end of her mother's chaise and toweled off.

Grace knew that if she didn't take charge, Amy would, or even worse, Cassie. They both seemed that they would enjoy it too much, and she wouldn't be able to stand that. She stiffened and swallowed her sadness and aching sense of loss over the innocence of her little boy.

"Come up out of the pool, son." A stern tone, not angry, but strong.

"Mommy, can I just stay in for a couple more minutes." He was embarrassed by what Allison had said, though he wasn't really too sure about what was going on. She gotten him hard, teased him, and then she yelled to his Aunt Amy like he had done something wrong. He felt like he was being punished and didn't know why.

And besides, he was still stiff as ever. If he was already in trouble for the way Allison reacted to being poked by his hard-on, how much trouble would he get into when they all saw that he was throbbing? Another couple minutes and maybe it would go away.

"Steven, now, right here," she said, pointing at a spot in front of her chair. She never called him that. He was afraid of what was going on. The moms and their daughters were all staring at him. The younger girls were still giggling and whispering to each other, except for Allison, whose smile looked more sinful than a 14 year old girl should be able to muster.

He lifted himself out of the pool, trying unsuccessfully to reposition his erection downward by rubbing it against the concrete edge. Not only did his awkward effort fail, it failed terribly. His stiff cock slipped out of the netting of the inner lining and lifted the leg of his trunks. He covered himself with his hands, but by the time he stood in front of his mother, blushing deep red, he could feel the head of his dick peeking out of his swimsuit. He hoped no one could see, but he was wrong.

"Gather round, girls," Cassie instructed and the young women formed a close circle, seated and kneeling, around Steven as he shuffled awkwardly under their gaze. Shoulder to shoulder, pressed tight against each other, they were all within arm's length of the boy, or nearly so.

"Steven," his mother's voice was clear and serious, without any trace of the emotion she had shown before, "put your hands at your side."

"But..."

"Steven!" His mother's sharp tone left no option. He followed her instruction, and to his horror, his still pulsing erection started to lift the edge of his suit, almost completely exposing the shiny red head.

"Steven, you have a hard-on, don't you? Your penis is hard. I can see the tip." She looked into his eyes. He nodded silently.

"I was hoping you'd have more time as a boy, but today is the day we have to start your training as a man. I want you to do it right and make me proud, son. I know you can." Stevie had no idea what she was talking about.

"This is your first lesson. It's important for you to be completely open about what is going on with your body, now that you are becoming a man. I'm going to ask you if you have a hard-on, and you're going to say, 'yes, mother, I have a hard-on.'" He nodded quietly.

"Steven, do you have a hard-on?"

"Yes, mommy, I have a hard-on." He saw her frown and he started to tear up, he had done something wrong already.

"Not mommy, Steven, call me mother, or mom, but you're a man now, and you need to start acting like a man."

He said it again. "Yes, mom, I have a hard-on." She smiled.

"Good. Very good. Now your second lesson. You have to be completely open about your body with your family. Take off your swim trunks and show me your erection, and show your aunts and your cousins your naked body and hard penis."

Her face gave no hint of compassion for any discomfort or embarrassment he might have suffered. Still feeling like he was being punished for some offense against his family, tears started streaming down his face as he hooked his waistband with hands visibly shaking.

He pushed his trunks down, first showing the tuft of curly hair, then the top of the shaft, then finally the tip cleared the waistband and his dick slapped up hard against his belly.

His cousins giggled and chattered as his throbbing dick came into view. His member was big for his age, but still not as long and thick as it would be if he were fully grown. But his balls were already nearly full size, and they looked huge on his small thin frame and compared to his more modestly sized dick.

The girls all laughed as their young cousin's dick bobbed in front of their eyes.

His mother viewed his private parts carefully. "Don't be scared, son. This is just like what we have been doing every couple of months at home, letting me examine your body, especially your male parts, only this time your whole family is here to help. I'm proud of how much you've continued to develop over our examinations. Your penis is bigger, and your testicles are much, much bigger. I'm proud of how much you've grown."

She took the tip very gently between two fingers, not wanting to stimulate him too much and cause a premature orgasm. "You are healthy and well formed, son. Your penis is nice and straight, and you have a very strong erection. That's good." She looked up at him again and smiled faintly.

"Ever since you were born I knew this day was coming." She let go of his penis and gently cupped his balls. "We are going to teach you how to be a good man, one who knows that his place and purpose in the world is to serve and please women, as the goddess requires. I want you to grow up to be an exemplary man, an expert at awakening the goddess inside every women. You want that too, don't you Steven?"

"Yes, mom." He enjoyed the feeling of her warm, soft hand on his balls.

"There are a series of lessons, and rituals, all mapped out for you, Steven. You start today and are going to learn a lot over the next four years. If you listen and do what you are told, you'll be a good man, the best kind of man." She smiled sadly, nostalgic that her little boy was gone, never to return.

"And it all starts here," she gave a gentle tug on his testicles. "This is what it's all about, your balls, son. They produce semen, full of sperm, the only substance, really, that makes men valuable at all to women. Have you masturbated yet today, made yourself ejaculate? " She saw he was confused. "Ejaculation is when the creamy white liquid comes shooting out. I know you've been doing it."

He blushed, "yes, mom."

"When was the last time?"

"This morning, in the shower"

"Did you wash it down the drain, Steven?" She sounded a little concerned, but he could never really lie to his mom.

"Yes, I didn't know what else to do with it." His mother had wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft.

"It's okay, I hadn't told you yet. How did you feel afterward?"