THE COLAIN BOYS

Joe and Peggy had been married about 2 weeks. Joe was remodeling his home office into a bedroom for Michael, but until it was finished, Michael had a bed in JR’s room. Michael had been asleep when he was awakened by the sound of soft voices. He crept from his bed to look out into the hallway. Joe and Peggy were just coming up the stairs. When they reached their bedroom door, Joe pulled Peggy into his arms. She placed both her arms around his neck to pull herself closer to him. They were kissing; not like the good morning kiss or the good-bye kiss, but a long, lingering kiss. Joe had his hands on Peggy’s buttock and was kneading the flesh beneath the satin gown she wore. Their lips still locked, they pushed their way into the bedroom. Joe kicked the door behind them, but it didn’t close. Michael crept in side and sat, in a kneeling position, at the foot of the bed. His eyes just level with the top of the mattress, and partly hidden by the footboard, he had a clear view of Joe and Peggy on the bed. They were nude by now. Their kisses became louder as they caressed each other. Their voices were rushed, their breathing harder. Michael was about to call out to his mother when she spoke. “Oh, Joe. Make me a baby. I want you to make me a baby tonight.”

Joe replied, “We’ll make lots of babies together. Oh, Peggy, I love you. I’ve thought about this all day. You are so wonderful.” Joe’s voice sounded very strange to Michael

Peggy began to cry out. “Oh! Joe! I love you Oh, Joe! I can’t hold on any longer!”

Michael had tears running down his cheeks. Why was Joe doing this to his mother? He watched what he thought was a wrestling match on the bed. Their breathing was harder and faster, now as Peggy’s muffled sobs filled the room. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Michael, their breathing quieted, as their bodies began to relax. Together they rolled to their side, still locked in each other’s arms.

At last Joe spoke. “I am so happy you are my wife.”

“Just let me fall asleep in your arms,” she whispered.

He kissed her again. “You’re cold,” he said, reaching for the blanket that had been kicked to the foot of the bed. It was then that he noticed Michael.

“Michael!” Joe’s voice held surprise, but to Michael who had just witnessed what he thought was Joe being mean to his mother, Joe’s voice sounded angry.

“Michael?” Peggy questioned. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“I heard voices,” Michael replied .

“Want me to handle this?” Joe asked Peggy.

“Go ahead,” she replied, propping herself up on her right elbow .

Joe fumbled with his robe as he sat on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor. “Come here, Partner,” he said to Michael .Michael went to Joe, who picked him up and sat him on his chest. Joe held him up to eye level. “Now, Michael, when did you hear these voices?”

“When you and mom came up the stairs. You were kissing. You kiss a lot, Joe.”

Joe reached out to turn on a small night light by the bed. “You really think we do?” He was trying to hide a smile from Michael.

“You sure do, Joe. You kiss in the morning when you get up. You kiss when you leave for work. You kiss when you get home. That’s a lot, Joe.”

“Michael, why did you follow us into our bedroom and not tell us you were here?” Joe asked.

“You were making funny sounds, Joe. I was scared.”

“Did you think I was hurting your mother?”

“She was crying, Joe.”

“They weren’t bad sounds, Michael. I love your mother very much. I hope I never do or say anything that hurts her. When two people love each other as Peggy and I do, sometimes kissing hello and goodbye isn’t enough. They want to show each other there is more love in them. They want to share that love together. They get as close together as they can. They touch each other’s body and say their love. It makes them feel so good they become excited. They want to hurry and get all that love out, but, at the same time, they want to hold it in so it will last a long time. As the excitement builds, they cry out to each other because it is so wonderful when all that love runs together. It makes them very happy. Do you understand a little, Michael?” Joe asked him.

“Well, maybe, a little.”

“You know, Partner, when we are sharing that heavy love, we need to be alone. We don’t want a third person in our bedroom.”

“It looked pretty weird, Joe.”

“During that loving time we need to feel free to touch each other and say our love. It is our own special time.” Joe thought for a moment, and then continued, “Of course, if you ever have a problem that just can’t wait, we want you to come to us, any time, day or night. From now on, I think it would be a good idea if you knocked first and wait for us to tell you t