Jason was a problem child, a troubled teen, and now that he was legally a man at 18-years-old, he was confronted with the decision of joining the Marine Corp or going to jail. Fed up with the revolving door juvenile system that Jason knew all to well, the judge gave him that ultimatum as the last straw. Jason's divorced, single mom, older sister, and same aged female cousin as him applauded the decision. He did not have a man in his life to set him straight. He was surrounded by women who lived with him and, for one reason or another, Jason was the only man in their lives and took advantage of that with them.
They knew that Jason would never choose jail. He had avoided jail all of his life by being his own defense attorney. He was smart, very smart, and easily could have become a lawyer had he not chosen the opposite side of the law. Now, his streak of legalities and technicalities ran their course and he found himself out of luck and out of legal loopholes.
"The defendant will rise," said the bailiff.
Jason stood to face the court. With a practiced face full of sorrow and remorse, he turned to look at his mother, Sue, his sister, Chris, and his cousin, Ellen.
"I'm sorry," he mouthed the words to his family then turned his attention back to the court proceedings against him and to the judge and rolled his eyes.
"Give the court your answer, son," said the judge to Jason.
Everyone in Jason's family was well above average in physical appearance and Jason was no exception, matter of fact, he was the best looking of a beautiful bunch, which is one of the reasons why he was able to make it this far in the legal system without being incarcerated. Someone always took pity on him figuring that anyone that good looking could not commit that crime. And it was just as true that Jason could have been a lawyer if he applied himself, as he could have been a male model.
His mother a tall, striking blonde would have stolen the spotlight in the courtroom today had it not been for her daughter and her niece equally as blonde as they were tall and voluptuous.
"I will join the Marines, your Honor."
The judge pounded his gavel and addressed the bailiff. Mark the record that upon proof that this young man has joined the Marine Corp all charges against him are dropped.
"All rise."
It was done. Tomorrow morning, Jason had an appointment with the Marine recruiting office.
Still, he was angry that his mother, sister, and cousin were the ones who turned him in and who delivered evidence against him forcing him to lose his case. The judge, tired of Jason's legal wrangling to tie the hands of the court and forced the court to drop charges and dismiss cases, was pleased to finally end the waste of court time by sending Jason away, if only to Iraq instead of to jail.
"You know, son, if you were not such a criminal, you would make a great defense attorney," said the judge. "Maybe, when you return as a Marine, you will return as a man."
Leave it to Jason to devise a plan to get back at the women in his life. After signing the paperwork to officially join the Marine Corp, he went to the bookstore and purchased four journals, a red one, a blue one, a green one, and a black one. That night, he went to work writing out his plan. The first to suffer his wrath was his mother, Sue. He sat alone in his room writing his journal entry in the red journal.
Today I joined the Marine Corp. Officially, I am property of the United States government. I told them that I wanted to go to Iraq to fight on the front lines.
(He did no such thing. After scoring top of the charts in the verbal and written tests that the Marine Corp gave him, he was recommended to train at their intelligence office at the Pentagon.)
My life without a Dad sucks. I hope I never return. I hope I die on the battlefield.
(Fat chance, the Marine Corp knew a good thing when they saw it and wanted to train Jason to break codes sent over the Internet by terror organizations. Basically, once he completed his basic training, he was to skip and jump his rank to sergeant and once given a security clearance, he was highly recommended to work for the CIA as a Marine liaison.)
The only person I will miss is Mom. She is everything to me. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. If I were to marry, I would want someone as good looking and as nice as her. I love her but not as a son loves a mother. I love her as a man loves a woman. She is my ideal woman. I wish she were mine to love in the physical and sexual sense of the word.
Ever since I knew what sex was, I lusted over her. More than a few times, I stole glances at her through the keyhole. She has a wonderful body. I only wish I could have sex with a woman as lovely as my Mom. I wish I had a dollar for all the times I jerked off over Mom.
The first time I jerked off over her was when I saw her in her panty and bra. Then, all those times when she stood in the direct light and her nightgown became virtually transparent, I relived that image of her naked form whenever I played with my cock. And the time when she lost her bikini top at the beach and I saw her tits and her erect nipples before she covered herself with her hands and then a towel, I jerked off over that for months. Then, there are all those times that she was careless about not closing her legs when she sat across from me and I saw her panty. Sometimes she sat across from me in her nightgown and I saw her pubic hair. Man, she made me so hot and horny and she did not even know that she was driving me crazy with lust for her. I always jerked off over the images of seeing her panty or her pubic hair later that evening.
Now, I'll never have a chance to know what it is like to be intimate with a woman. No one wants to have sex with a virgin. (Jason was no virgin, anyone as good looking as he was had his pick of girls and he had taken plenty of picks.)
If only I had a Dad, I could go to him and ask him to help me and give me advice in how to seduce a woman, but I am surrounded by woman with no one to ask.
It doesn't matter. Chances are that I will be a casualty of war. Chances are that I will return home in a body bag. I will probably be the first virgin Marine. Only, still, I wonder what it is like to feel the body of a naked woman. I wonder what it is like to have intercourse with a woman. I wonder what it is like for a woman to touch my penis, hold my penis, and stroke my penis.
(Chances are that, as a non-com, he is on the fast track to officer's training school with a bright future ahead of him, that is, so long as he stays out of trouble and in the military where his special talents are not only appreciated but encouraged.)
I cannot even bare the thoughts of having sex with any other woman other than my Mom. I wish I could have sex with her. I wish there was a way that Mom and I could do it without anyone else knowing so that when death comes for me, at least, I will know what it is like to have had sex with a woman and who better to teach me about the birds, the bees, and women, then Mom.
He was laying it on especially thick here by his comments above knowing that when she read it, she would clutch it to her heart and feel sorrow for her son. He knew that by planting the seed of him wanting to have sex with her, knowing that it had been some time since she has had sex, she would fantasize about having sex with her son whenever she was alone with her thoughts and feeling horny.
Oh, Mom, I love you and want to be with you, if only for one night. I wish I could see you naked, feel and suck your tits, caress your ass, and know what it is like to bury my cock deep inside of you and cum in your pussy.
Oh, well, it is not to be.
Jason knew what to write to get to his mother. He was so very smart. He hid the journal where he knew she would find it, beneath the mattress. That was the place where she found his stash of cash, his drugs, and the gun. It was befitting that she find his journal there, too.
