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It was in a military town. V/h was removed from settlements, and children were forced to play only with those who lived in a small military town (16 families). In particular, boys and girls were forced to play together. But girls were interested in all kinds of daughters-mothers, and boys were interested in warriors. Therefore, a contract was concluded - at first, half of the time we all play together in the daughters-mothers, after half of the time we all play together in the warriors. All this idyll continued until a tiny 5-year-old ego (let it be Mashenka) secretly penetrated the bedroom of her parents at night. He looked at them all (and heard) what they were doing. Why did they not notice her? Fuck he knows! Maybe they were drunk, or maybe they were just engaged. The case is young!
The next day, Mashenka decided to complicate the usual game of "daughter-mother" with new, watched in the bedroom of parents, social practices. As a conditional "husband" was chosen, of course, I. Further - from the words of my father.
They had a meeting that day. They came out of which all the officers together, but my father was slightly ahead of the other military. And, coming out the first of the officers to the center of the military town, he saw the painting with oil - his seven-year-old son in the sandbox "decomposed" the five-year-old daughter of the comedian and smashed her in full. At the same time, Mashenka releases characteristic stones and swallows. At first, my father thought he dreamed of it. Because of the unrealisticity of the painting presented before him. But then he noticed that the boys are engaged in sex "childly," i.e. fully dressed in shorts and shorts. He had already relaxed, but then Mashenka remembered something from the watched at night, and, wrapping me with my hands and legs, grabbed me with a long sweetly passionate kiss. My father suddenly suddenly remembered that a camel was following him, and in conjunction the father of this girl, and the bullet rushed to us. He instantly separated us, scratched Mashenko from the sand, swallowed me and ran to our home.
At home, my parents held a scientific council. At first they asked me carefully about “what was it?” Having learned that this was not a manifestation of the sexual impulses of their seven-year-old son, but only Mashenka's unremitting curiosity in mastering new aspects of family roles, they seemed to calm down. But the question arose, how to be with me next? This time they were lucky, and my dad rushed to children imitating sexual intercourse at the playground, the first of their parents. What if he was the first to see this shit?
My parents closed away from me in the room for half an hour and discussed something. They had to explain to me the new norms of behavior. But how? They didn’t tell me anything about sex at the time. But even if they decided to tell, it would not solve the problem. Because it had to be loaded with all those taboos that are associated with this sex. This is not one day work. He could “repeat” his game tomorrow.
Then they came out to me again and again asked in detail how it was. They realized they were “lucky.” My parents loved kissing. That’s why Mashenka started all of her simulating sex games with kisses. So they decided to adjust my behavior based on the concept of “kissing” I already had.
Then the whole show was played. My parents sat around me and talked a lot. They told me that kissing is only possible between the closest people. If you kiss someone you hit, you can get very ill (Hello, prevention of STDs! ) is I just got bronchitis, and I was afraid of any injections there. They scared me so much that I let go. They began to reassure me that they said now they will give me a pill (in fact a vitamin), and I will not get sick. But that I would never kiss anyone again. Except for my wife. I promised that I would do that because I didn’t like to get sick.
When I was eighteen, my father told me all the details of this story. He even apologized before me. The psychologist in the steppe was not found at the time, and the decision had to be taken quickly. Of course, this story influenced me. I haven’t kissed girls for a long time. Even after sex.
What do you think my parents should have done in this situation? I still cannot find the right answer.
The next day, Mashenka decided to complicate the usual game of "daughter-mother" with new, watched in the bedroom of parents, social practices. As a conditional "husband" was chosen, of course, I. Further - from the words of my father.
They had a meeting that day. They came out of which all the officers together, but my father was slightly ahead of the other military. And, coming out the first of the officers to the center of the military town, he saw the painting with oil - his seven-year-old son in the sandbox "decomposed" the five-year-old daughter of the comedian and smashed her in full. At the same time, Mashenka releases characteristic stones and swallows. At first, my father thought he dreamed of it. Because of the unrealisticity of the painting presented before him. But then he noticed that the boys are engaged in sex "childly," i.e. fully dressed in shorts and shorts. He had already relaxed, but then Mashenka remembered something from the watched at night, and, wrapping me with my hands and legs, grabbed me with a long sweetly passionate kiss. My father suddenly suddenly remembered that a camel was following him, and in conjunction the father of this girl, and the bullet rushed to us. He instantly separated us, scratched Mashenko from the sand, swallowed me and ran to our home.
At home, my parents held a scientific council. At first they asked me carefully about “what was it?” Having learned that this was not a manifestation of the sexual impulses of their seven-year-old son, but only Mashenka's unremitting curiosity in mastering new aspects of family roles, they seemed to calm down. But the question arose, how to be with me next? This time they were lucky, and my dad rushed to children imitating sexual intercourse at the playground, the first of their parents. What if he was the first to see this shit?
My parents closed away from me in the room for half an hour and discussed something. They had to explain to me the new norms of behavior. But how? They didn’t tell me anything about sex at the time. But even if they decided to tell, it would not solve the problem. Because it had to be loaded with all those taboos that are associated with this sex. This is not one day work. He could “repeat” his game tomorrow.
Then they came out to me again and again asked in detail how it was. They realized they were “lucky.” My parents loved kissing. That’s why Mashenka started all of her simulating sex games with kisses. So they decided to adjust my behavior based on the concept of “kissing” I already had.
Then the whole show was played. My parents sat around me and talked a lot. They told me that kissing is only possible between the closest people. If you kiss someone you hit, you can get very ill (Hello, prevention of STDs! ) is I just got bronchitis, and I was afraid of any injections there. They scared me so much that I let go. They began to reassure me that they said now they will give me a pill (in fact a vitamin), and I will not get sick. But that I would never kiss anyone again. Except for my wife. I promised that I would do that because I didn’t like to get sick.
When I was eighteen, my father told me all the details of this story. He even apologized before me. The psychologist in the steppe was not found at the time, and the decision had to be taken quickly. Of course, this story influenced me. I haven’t kissed girls for a long time. Even after sex.
What do you think my parents should have done in this situation? I still cannot find the right answer.