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Part 2 and Part 3 and Part 4 and Part 5 have now been posted.

Forum Chat
by Isabella

Story code: b/g, Masturbation, Voyerism, Exhibitionism, Under age

I'm a married mother of three children, my daughters, Amy and Laura were eight and six respectively and my son, William, was four. My daughters were, sorry, I'm Isabella, thirty-two years old, married to James, forty-two for ten years, anyway, Amy and Laura were settled into school, I was looking for a place for William, a school that would take him early, my daughters school, the natural choice, didn't take children until they were five years old but I felt that William needed a little extra help with his pre-school education.

I had found a local on-line forum where I was talking to parents as well as teachers from the local area, the internet being the internet I kept losing my link to the forum and it was taking ever longer to log in each time. I had been chatting to a man who was both a parent and a teacher, eventually he suggested moving to a chat room that was a little more stable, he sent me the link to the chat room at www.pie.ru/ukchat/~ActiveFather. Don't bother trying it now because it has recently been closed down. Now if you know anything about Russian websites you will know that a site has to be pretty bad to actually get closed down on a Russian server.

Anyway, I didn't have a clue what the site was about, all I knew was that it was a chat room and one that was more stable than the one I was trying to chat in. Simon, the father and teacher, that I was chatting with in the forum had the handle 'SimonSays' but in the new chat his handle was 'Active Father'. I was puzzled by the name, I had signed in as 'Isabella-30-uk', that's not because I was trying to knock two years off of my age but because it was the name I chose for myself in my hotmail email account when I first got online at the age of thirty. I've been told many times that I should have used my birth year instead, saves the explanation but I was new to all the internet practices and protocols.

We were chatting, Simon had three kids like me but they were all a little older than my monsters. After several days Simon started to say a few risqué things but by then I was, well, I guess the kids would say I was 'into' him and the fact that he asked me what colour and type of panties I was wearing shocked me a little but it didn't make me want to close down the chat with him, I did try to ignore his blu-er comments but eventually I told him the things that he had been asking.

By the end of a week I was confiding in Simon just how bad my sex life was with my husband, don't get me wrong, I do love my husband but he just isn't wired up to enjoy sex, too religious for one thing, he was into all that 'begat stuff', to him, if the fuck didn't result in a baby then it had been a sin or at the very least, a criticism from god to say that James had failed him. Simon seemed to be an expert at putting someone like me at ease, I have to say that my shyness usually stopped me wanting to chat to men, I usually felt comfortable talking to women but not to men.

At the start of my second week of talking to Simon he sent me a photograph of him and his three children, the photograph was on a beach, his daughters in bikinis and he and his son in very skimpy swimming trunks. I was so taken by surprise at the photograph that I closed down the chat without comment, it had shocked me a little seeing the picture of Simon and his children in such an intimate picture, yes, I know that it isn't unusual for people to have their pictures taken at the beach but then to send that picture to a stranger, we had been chatting for two weeks but we were still strangers.

I didn't open the PIE.com chat room the next day but by the day after I was missing my hour or two chatting to Simon and as soon as I was alone I opened my pc and the chat room and Simon was there, his first message was on my screen before the page had finished opening properly. Simon glossed over the fact that I had closed down as soon as I had received his photograph and we just started chatting as if the conversation had been unbroken, Simon was flirting a lot more than he had been previously, after an hour I was feeling decidedly uncomfortable, not emotionally but physically, my knickers were wet and I was squirming in my seat.

I wasn't the kind of woman who would usually masturbate, sex had never been that big on my agenda, I just didn't feel I needed it, which was a good thing as I didn't get much ever since I told James that I wasn't going to have a fourth child. I knew that my body was telling me what it needed and I was beginning to listen to it, my hand reached down into my lap, I lifted my dress and just as I touched my pussy through my knickers my husband walked through the front door and I had to rush to close down my pc and cover my lower body before James reached me.

I spent a few very frustrated hours before bed, the 'touch paper' had been lit by Simon but I knew that it would have to be me that finished the job, I had just finished my period so I knew that James wouldn't be interested in helping me out of my predicament even though it had been almost five years since the last time we did it.

Fortunately my husband and I didn't share a bed so I was able to look after my needs as soon as I was sure that he was sleeping in his own bed.

It had worried me a little that I had allowed myself to be so turned on by a stranger that I had to masturbate myself, I had half convinced myself that I wouldn't open the PIE chat room again, well, not for a few days at any rate. I opened my email account to check if I had any new emails, not that I got many, about ten in the previous year but I still checked almost every day.

Today was slightly different, there had been an email from the PIE website, I knew that Simon didn't have my personal email account, we had met in an education forum and he had given me the address of the PIE chat room so we had never actually emailed each other. Simon had made a suggestion to the administrator of PIE that he thought that I would like to read a story, there was a link to an external website called ASSTR.

My curiosity had been piqued so I clicked on the link and it opened a story, quite a long story, a sixteen year old girl falling in love with a twenty-six year old man, the story was written in such a way that it could easily have been in a Mills and Boon cover, light on the sex and heavy on the romance.

The story was very believable, I had heard of a lot of girls that age having a crush on much older men, the story was very well written and by the time I finished reading it I had to check the time to see if I had enough time to masturbate before I had to go out to collect the girls from school and William from playgroup, I just had to cross my fingers that James would be home later than he had been the day before.

I couldn't believe myself, if I masturbated three times a year it was an unusually high fingering rate, but here I was, two great sessions in just two days. I was very mellow all evening long, it had crossed my mind that I should have contacted Simon, well, it was a little hit or miss really, Simon was a supply teacher so he didn't know from one day to the next when he would be free to chat in the PIE chat room but it was too late, James was home and he was in the living room with me.

It was the next day before I was alone again, well I say alone, James was at work, the girls were at school but William was home with me. I had plonked him in front of the TV with a cartoon film playing, I had ninety minutes before he would look away from the screen so I turned on my pc and logged into the PIE chat room. Simon wasn't on-line but there was a message that he had emailed me the kink to another story, when I opened the message there was another link to an ASSTR story and a question, "How did you like yesterdays story?"

I agonised for ages over whether I told the truth or not, in the end I just typed, "I thought it was interesting!" Then I, well, I have to say 'rushed' to open the next story. This time the story was a little shorter, I checked William, got him a drink and a cookie and guestimated how long I had until the end of the film. Plenty of time to read the story, the girl in this story was only fifteen and the man she was involved with was twenty eight.

The new story couldn't in any way be mistaken for a Mills and Boon story, the sex was stronger than in the first and the romance was well developed, it was a great story, unbelievably well written for a free story. I hadn't reached the end of the story before my hand was up my dress and I had pulled the leg hole to one side and was using my fingers to match the girl in the story, climax for climax.

I was still frigging myself when William ran into the dining room to tell me that his film had finished. Fortunately I had set up my PC on the far side of the dining table so that William couldn't actually see what I was doing under the tablecloth but he could see from my face that something was different.

I flicked my dress down as quickly as I could; I hadn't bothered to pull the leg hole of my knickers back into place. At the back of my mind I think I was planning on getting back into the groove if I could, there were still about fifteen hundred words left of the story to read. I suggested another film to William but he wanted me to read a book to him.

I had William on my knee, his story book on the table at the side of my pc and I was reading a little to him and then reading a little for myself. I had given myself a dozen orgasms in the previous hour but I was still so turned on from the story that I needed more. I should never have carried on reading the story with William on my knee, I found myself hugging my son more than usual, I was kissing him more, we had a story that involved repeating the words '..and the lady and the gentleman went kiss, kiss, kiss....' In the past, the kisses had been 'air kisses' rather than real kisses, this time I was actually kissing my son and as I did I was squeezing my inner muscles and relaxing them as I read the on-line story. I actually came very close to an orgasm with my son sitting on me knee which worried me quite a bit. I switched the screen off but left the internet running, I took William into the kitchen and cooked him his lunch. It was unusual to feed him at eleven o'clock but William was a creature of habit, I knew that as soon as he finished eating he would go down for a nap, if I was careful and made sure his curtains were closed properly I could get as much as three hours but it was more usual to get ninety minutes.

I returned to the pc and really wanted to give myself a little more pleasure while my son was still sleeping but I had finished the story. I did feel slightly guilty that I had 'enjoyed' myself so much reading about an underage girl having sex with a man and that I had allowed myself to get a little carried away with my son on my lap, I wondered if I would have actually let myself actually cum if I had been reading the story and hadn't had the chance of ten climaxes just a few minutes earlier, oh, and don't forget that I had already masturbated myself on the previous two days. I should have been so mellow that I shouldn't have needed another climax for months.

I had finished the story so I closed the ASSTR window; PIE chat room had timed out on me so I logged back in, Simon was there and dived straight in with a chat. He was a little derogatory about my non-committal comment on the first story, he said that he had loved it and it had made him cum as he read it.

I felt myself colour up, I was really blushing hard even though Simon couldn't actually see me, I just wasn't use to having a man tell me that he had masturbated as he read a story. Men and women just didn't talk to each other about sex, most married couples didn't chat about sex, especially not things like masturbation.

"You sent me the message two hours ago, does that mean that you read the second story I sent you?" "I did!" "Did it take you over two hours to read it?" "No, William stopped me reading it about four fifths of the way through so I did him his lunch!" "That's a pity, it must have put you off your stroke a little having your son rush in on you, did he see anything? :)" I was totally bright red in my face now; I wanted to send a message that I wasn't doing anything when he rushed in on me, other than reading the story but...!

I just decided to walk away from the pc, I left the chat room open and went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich and cup of coffee, by the time I returned to my PC I was almost kicking myself, I had wasted a lot of time that I could have been chatting or reading and if I had managed to find another erotic fantasy story as good as the second one Simon had sent me I could have given myself a lot more pleasure with William being in his bedroom, sleeping, rather than just in the next room and wide awake.

I realised that I had fallen foul of my, self imposed, rule that I would say nothing rather than lie, In a chat room or forum. PIE chat had closed down again so I logged back in and received a message that Simon had sent before my half of the conversation closed, "Did you stop or did you just carry on? A four year old probably wouldn't realise what mummy was doing anyway!" I typed in the message field, "I did not!" And pressed send, the screen flashed an auto-generated message, "Active Father has closed the connection, your message will be delivered the next time this account is activated!"

I was deeply disappointed, I hadn't wanted to drop the message that I had, it would leave Simon in no doubt that I was masturbating to the second story and that I probably was still doing it as my son ran in to the room, if Simon had still been connected I could have explained what I had meant by my message, although I had no idea what I could have said that would have explained away my message in an innocent way.

It dawned on me that the disappointment that I was feeling was less to do with not being able to explain myself to Simon, I wanted to get another 'fix' in my newly found addiction to sex or in my case, reading about sex or talking about sex with Simon but mainly, it dawned on me that I was missing the trigger to masturbate.

I listened out carefully to see if William was moving about in his room, all was silent so I slipped my knickers off and started to massage myself again, nothing, it wasn't the same at all. Comfort! It could be because I was sitting up at the table in front of my pc when I didn't really need to be, so I moved into the living room, I listened at the foot of the stairs on my way, just to make sure William was still sleeping, I could hear the sound of his breathing, slow and deep, he was definitely still sleeping.

I got comfortable on the sofa and opened my legs, my fingers started working, still nothing, I tried to recall the story I had been reading earlier and kicked off again but still, there was something missing, the mechanical process was working, rubbing myself was pleasant and if I rubbed for long enough I knew that I would eventually have a climax but it was still nothing like the feeling that I had gotten earlier while reading the story, even with William sitting on my lap it had felt more pleasant than I was feeling while laying out on the sofa.

I decided to give up, I'd check my emails, well, I'd open my email account and see if I had received an email but I wasn't too hopeful. I had received an email from PIE again, another suggestion for a story I might like to read. I almost jumped on the link, this story started out with a fourteen year old girl and a fourteen year old boy. Again the story was very well written, I didn't find it so exciting as the first two stories though, the story catalogued several hit or miss attempts to have sex that the two kids tried with each other, more miss it has to be said, then at three thousand words the boy's Uncle stepped into the picture, the forty year old man caught the two kids naked in his garden shed and took over their 'education'.

My hand hadn't even approached my pussy until the point where the Uncle stepped into the picture but I was climaxing before the second page with him staring. I was so engrossed in the story action that I missed William running into the room again, I had been at the height of my climax, I had closed my eyes and was leaning right back in my seat, the hem of my dress was way up and, of course, I had taken my knickers off earlier. I was panting and gasping from the wonderful orgasm, I had finished rubbing my clitoris hard and was just lazily rubbing my fingers up and down my labia, luxuriating in the feeling of slippery viscous lubricant that I was massaging into my pussy lips, my eyes still closed, I was milking the last moment of pleasure.

"Mummy!" I was blasted out of my pleasure zone, I sat bole upright and struggled to find the hem of my dress to cover myself as quickly as I could, William crouched down to try and look up my dress to try and keep my exposed pussy in view. "Mummy, why is your tiggy all furry like that when Amy and Laura don't have any fur on their tiggies?" "Want a cookie?" "No!" "Want a chocolate?" "No! Why mummy, why!" "Want to go to the park?" "Will you play football with me?" "Yes!" "Can I have a cookie?" "Yes!" "Can I have some chocolate?" "Yes!"

As I walked to the park carrying Williams football under my arm I was having a stern conversation with myself, it was ridiculous, just three weeks earlier sex never crossed my mind from one month to the next, now, even just walking from home to the park my mind was working out ways that I could read the next story, how I could masturbate without getting caught by my kids or my husband. My mind wasn't on the football, William scored twenty or thirty goals before he got bored, I realised that I wasn't trying to work out how to wean myself off of the sex stories, risqué chat or masturbation, I was trying to work out how I could do it more safely.

It comes as a shock to the system when you discover just how exciting you can find erotic fantasy fiction, I'm a woman, I could understand a man getting turned on by erotica, they were supposed to be wired up to want or need sex, I should only be interested in sex to have children and when I had enough children I shouldn't want or need sex anymore.

Before I even got home I was planning things around William's next afternoon at playschool, I would try and keep out of PIE chat and not even open my emails until I was definitely alone in the house. I started out with solid resolve, I began to clean the kitchen, just to keep me out of the dining room, the girls came home from school and my three children all settled down together in front of the TV, I decided to do a little ironing, which I do at the back of the living room. I had worked through the foothills of the European Laundry Mountain of children's clothes.

William was sitting next to Amy and as I was just about to iron the first piece of adult clothing I heard William ask Amy if she ever rubbed her tiggy. I vaulted the basket of un-ironed laundry and got my hand on William just as he was saying, "I saw mummy....." I had him off of the sofa and out of the living room in a flash, before he could tell his sister what he had seen. I took him straight to his bedroom, I sat him on his bed and then it hit me, the dilemma that I was now in, I couldn't say that what I had been doing was naughty, I didn't masturbate in public, not because it was dirty or wrong, it was something that I shouldn't have needed to do if I had a 'normal' marriage but it was definitely not dirty or wrong, it was just a simple and very pleasant biological act, but how could I phrase it so that William would understand that he couldn't tell his sisters what he had seen or worse still, his father!

I tried to impress on William that he mustn't tell his sisters what he had seen as it was just an accident that he wasn't meant to see, for the moment it looked like he understood but he was only four, so it was entirely possible that he would forget my words and remember what he'd seen at any moment, now or in the future.

I was walking on eggshells all evening, especially every time that James walked into the room but large quantities of cookies and chocolate managed to keep all three kids quiet for the rest of the evening. I left William sleeping as long as I could the next day, I got the girls up, washed and ready for school and they were eating their breakfast by the time William woke up, so it took a little management to keep William and his sisters apart but I managed it.

I put a cartoon film on the TV and sat William in front of it with a bowl of sweets and without thinking I sat in front of my PC again, unconsciously I opened the PIE chat room and I was only brought back into the room when I heard the ping that told me that there was an incoming whispered message from Simon.

"How did you get on with the new story?" "It was too embarrassing by far!" "So, who walked in and caught you fingering yourself?" I left the pc and headed out of the room but I had stopped before I even reached the door. "William, my four year old son walked in on me while I was 'busy'. I had put him down for his nap and didn't hear him come in the room!" I pressed the send button even though I didn't really want too, well, there were two conflicting messages running around in my head, the one that said 'Send the message!' Ran faster than the one that said, 'No, don't do it!'

"So, what did he see, just your hand up your skirt? Were you wearing your panties? Did he see your pussy? Are you shaved, trimmed or natural down there?" I really didn't want to answer his questions; I was telling myself that I needed to close down the conversation before I said something I would really regret later.

"No! No! Yes! Natural!" ":-)" "It's nothing to smile about!" "Do you think you may have let the genie out of the bottle there? If a young boy sees beaver it could make him want to explore it for himself, either with you or with one of his sisters!" "That's ridiculous; he's only four years old, he doesn't even like girls!" "Not even his sister?" "They fight like cats and dogs!" "Girls at school?" "No, none of the boys have anything to do with the girls at school, the teachers have to force boys to even sit next to girls in the classroom!" "What about the playground?" "No, the boys all play ball games or racing games, pretending to be driving cars or motorcycles, the girls all play skipping or tea parties!"

William walked in the dining room and the first thing he did was crouch down to look under the table to see if I had my dress lifted up again. I thought it was fortunate that Simon had decided to chat rather than just wend me another erotic fantasy story or there probably would have been something for William to see under the table. I would have to find a longer table cloth so that it reached right to the floor on both sides.

"You still there?" "Yes!" "I thought that you had gone again, you didn't answer my last two questions!" "William just came in the room!" "Did he catch you fingering yourself again?" "No!" "Did he look to see if you were doing it again?" I didn't respond, I just sat there staring at the message as it disappeared up the screen as other people's messages scrolled past. After about two hundred other messages from men looking for a woman or a mother or a slut or a whore, all colours of sexual fantasy seemed to flash past in the open chat room at that time of day.

Simon sent me another whisper; it was both simple but all telling at the same time. ":-)" I closed the chat room and asked William what he wanted to do, "Paint!" I covered the kitchen table with an oil cloth and William put on his father's old shirt that the kids use for protecting their clothes from the paint. William chose a two foot square of eggshell blue paper, the choice was strange for William, the girls both chose pink whenever that was available but William had always chosen white in the past.

I got the tin of thirty-six solid colour blocks with the enamelled lid that was compartmentalised for mixing colours in. Two jars of water, one clean and one for washing the brushes in, William picked up a large brush, dipped it in the clean water jar and then rubbed the water into the orange paint. William was usually a very good artist, if he painted a car, you don't have to ask what it was, it might have purple wheels but you could see it was a car.

William's topics of choice to paint were usually cars, trains, aeroplanes or boats. I made myself a coffee and sat opposite him to watch him painting. He was being far more abstract than he usually would be. He was loading his brush with orange paint over and over again, the painting was turning out to look like a huge orange triangle but made out of abstract orange swirls but he had clipped the apex of the triangle about an inch short of its point.

The large brush was washed out and placed on the metal lid of the paint tin and a medium sized brush was selected. William loaded the medium brush with water and swirled it in the pink paint, then he painted a pink 'O' below the base of the triangle roughly in the middle of the page, he reloaded the brush with more pink paint, then he painted a pink seven below and in line with the 'O'.

The brush was reloaded with pink again and two pink ovals were painted, side by side, below the seven. William then loaded the brush with pink once more but instead of putting it on the paper he dropped the paint into one of the depression in the lid, then he cleaned the brush, reloaded it with water and dipped it lightly into the red and mixed it into the pink to darken it slightly, then he reloaded the brush and painted a line above the clipped triangle.

The large brush was used again in the orange and a swirly crescent was painted below the pink ovals, the points of the crescent pointing upwards. An orange smudge was painted between each oval and the orange crescent. The medium brush was used again this time dipped into powder blue and that was lightly brushed above the pink ovals almost matching the orange smudges below the ovals, I realise that he kept looking over at me as he was painting the blue on to the paper. Then it dawned on me, I knew that, due to lack of sleep I had a little darkness below my eyes an William was painting that into his picture, realisation dawned on me slowly, I was looking at the picture upside down, then I gasped and my hand covered my mouth.

I turned the picture the other way up in my mind and I realised that the painting was a very good representation of what William had seen the previous day, he was starting to use a little brown in the orange crescent to make it more match the colour that I tended to die my hair, suddenly, anyone seeing the painting would realise that it was an abstract picture of me. Just a massive pussy, no body and my open mouth and eyes closed just how I must have looked during my orgasm.

"OK William, time for dinner, we have to put the painting away now!" I would have to time it carefully when I threw the painting away, it would certainly have to go before the girls got home from school, Amy would be asking some serious questions if she saw that picture. Hell, even James would realise what the picture was meant to be and he never get's the kids pictures. As usual I had to hang the painting on the front of the freezer to dry, if I hadn't William would have gone off like a rocket, I tried to hang the picture upside down as I had first seen it, that would have at least taken anyone seeing it a few seconds to realise what it was but that upset William a lot.

I walked into the dining room to collect two plates and I suddenly realised why William had chosen the paper he did, the dining room had one wall that was duck egg blue, the wall that I had been sitting in front of when William had caught me mid orgasm.

I fed William early and let him run wild on the park for an hour, Mary, one of the girls from his playschool was on the park with her mother, the only difference between William and Mary were, she was on the swing being pushed by her mother and William was running wild pretending to be in a war with a 'branch' machinegun, he was taking hills from the enemy, he was creeping silently as a herd of elephants through the undergrowth, poking the barrel of his branch out of a bush and killing the flock of seagulls nearby.

The other difference was William had eaten his lunch and Mary still had a while to go before she would get hers. I sat on the bench just outside the fenced off swing area and the Mary's mother joined me as her arms were tired from pushing her daughter for almost an hour. We chatted benignly; I was watching her daughter as she slowed down on the swing by friction alone.

I got a big surprise when William ran over to the girl from behind, dropped to his knees behind the fence that stopped the kids running into the swings, he rested his branch on the fence and just as the girl looked over her shoulder he shot her dead. I had expected the usual reaction of a girl under those circumstances, 'Turn up her nose and look away, haughtily!' Instead, Mary slipped from the swing and onto the floor slowly groaning all the way down, I noticed that as she hit the floor she turned so that her feet were pointing towards William. I heard Sue, Mary's mother say under her breath as the girl slipped to the floor, "I do hope she has her knickers on!"

I have to say that I did have a shocked look on my face when I heard the whispered comment. "I'm sorry Isabella, Mary has a nasty habit of coming out without her knickers on, I usually check her at the front door but she ran off today before I got the chance, still, I'm sure that since she started playschool she has been a little better at remembering to dress properly!" William fell onto his belly and lined up the branch again and there were four bangs in quick succession, Mary jerked on the floor to each of the bangs, suddenly William's eyes opened wide and I guessed that Mary's mother could have been wrong about the whole knickers thing on this occasion.

William and Mary both went over to the climbing frame together, it was the first time that I had ever seen William walk anywhere when he was playing on the park, they stood on the first bar of the climbing frame, then they climbed up two rungs before dropping down to the floor again and headed to the place under the slide that the boys called the fort and the girls called the Wendy house.

Mary's mother was on the edge of her seat as Mary and William clambered through the small opening and into the boarded off area under the slide, "God, better get over there!" And with that exclamation Sue was off the bench like a rocket with me in hot pursuit, I reached the window just before Sue reached the doorway. William had undone the button at the waistband of his jeans and was just starting to unzip, Sue shouted at Mary to put her dress down, I looked to the side of the window, Mary was standing with her back to the wall on the window side so she was opposite the door opening, the hem of her dress was up by her chin and her lower body was totally on display to William and now her mother too as Sue was just reaching through the doorway to grab hold of her daughter.

Both children back in the open air and Sue was full of apologies, "Don't worry about it, remember William has two older sisters, he has seen it all before!" "That's as maybe but my little madam was encouraging William to show her his....." Sue's indignation and anger ran out at the point that she was about to say cock, dick, willy or whatever, Sue had only the one child and at a guess she had never had to consider safe naming conventions for children's genitalia!

Sue looked like she was flustering to find the right word to use so as not to make things worse or should I say to save her a little embarrassment. I knew a lot about embarrassment, I had found out over the last twenty or so hours. "We call it Winkie, and we call a girl's, her Tiggie!" Sue blushed a deep crimson and at a guess my face was only a few shades lighter than hers.

"I should have warned you though, since she started at playschool she has been trying to look at boys...... well, winkies, she's been driving her father mad trying to catch him in the shower or bath all the time!" "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, when William was born I couldn't take his nappy off without an audience watching everything I was doing with him!" "But I'll bet they have grown out of it by now though?" They had in reality but I wanted to ease Sue's feelings of guilt on her daughter's behalf, "No, bath time is very much a spectators sport in our house, he looks at the girls and they look at him, I try and make as little fuss over it as I can in the hopes that they won't attach too much importance to each other's nudity in later life!"

Sue and I stood there like a couple of lemons, no idea what to say next, I got a feeling that Sue was about to cry or something and I felt decidedly uncomfortable, then she sniffed and said, "Well, I keep jumping in to stop her and the more I do the more she seems determined to succeed, I am very worried that some boy's mother will call the police one day and there will be all kinds of shit hit the fan!"

Sue had a look of desperation on her face that I didn't believe was possible from a woman with only one child, the luxury she must have of time on her hands not looking after three of the little buggers. Sue sniffed again; I could see that she was right on the edge, "Want to come over for a coffee or something?" I asked, hoping deep down inside that she would say that she had to get home to cook lunch.

William's picture had momentarily left my head as we all walked in the kitchen, if I had thought about it hanging there on the front of the freezer I would have invited Sue to come in through the front door, instead of the back.

Sue's eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the picture and realised that it was an abstract nude picture of me, "Did your husband paint this?" I almost weed myself laughing, "No, I don't think James would be able to do such a good painting, William painted it about two hours ago, it's still wet, that's why it's hanging on the front of the freezer!"

"And, did you pose for him to paint?" Sue was using her tongue to moisten her lips; I could see that her discomfort this time wasn't embarrassment but more something like excitement. "No, he accidentally walked in on me while I was naked yesterday!" "And you let him do this painting today?" "I just didn't want to make a big thing of it, hopefully I can get rid of it before anyone else sees it but it has to stop there until it's dry though or he will go crazy!"

I could see from Mary's body language that she wanted to make a hit on William, she kept going to the door and trying to attract him to follow her out into the garden, I realised that I had seen her doing the same thing when they went to the fort / Wendy house, it was definitely Mary who was trying to 'manage' the situation.

William was beginning to edge closer to the back door; I passed Sue her coffee and suggested that we take the coffee into the living room. Sue insisted that Mary came with us into the living room as well, the girl looked totally miserable, especially when she discovered that I didn't allow toys in the living room, only books. William eventually got bored and went to the play room which was across the passage way from the living room.

Mary sidled to the door and Sue stopped her, Mary was starting to get very bored and very frustrated. "Why don't you let her go and play in the toy room with William?" "If I let her out of my sight I know exactly what she will do!" "Would it be so terrible, William has seen his sisters naked thousands of times and he has no problem with them seeing him naked, she's hardly going to traumatise him and it may just prove to her that there isn't anything special or unusual about boys. It may even save a boy at playschool who doesn't have sisters being traumatised by Mary if she gets it out of her system!"

There was a look of triumph on Mary's face as she looked at me while I was talking; she changed her expression though before she looked at her mother in a pleading kind of way. Sue took a sip of her coffee, then she gave a deep sigh before saying, "Go on then, go and find William!" Mary's body language was just short of punching the air in triumph but she knew her mother better than that and she ran from the room, closing the door behind her very carefully so that she would hear if we left the room.

"Thanks for being so understanding Isabella!" "Mary seems to be quite a planner and schemer from what I've seen, it was only a matter of time before she got hold of some poor innocent three year old boy and attacked him!" I smiled at Sue as I drank a little of my coffee. "You have no idea, one day she emptied the laundry basket, took the content down to the laundry room mind you so that no one knew the basket was empty. Then she climbed in and closed the lid, I have no idea how long she had been in there but fortunately her father took his shirt off and dropped it in the basket before he took his trousers off, so he found her and kicked her out of the bathroom!"

Before Mary went looking for William he had been making the usual amount of noise for a boy in a room full of toys, within seconds of Mary joining him the noise didn't increase, it went down instead, within ten minutes there was total silence. Sue was back on edge so I suggested another cup of coffee, Sue started to say, "But we will have to pass..." I walked to the French windows at the side of the living room and opened them so that we could step directly into the back garden.

I guided Sue around the side of the house and back into the kitchen through the back door, I filled the kettle and washed the cups out, I invited Sue to sit at the kitchen table with her back to the serving hatch that had once linked the kitchen with the old dining room, before we had an extension put on the house to create a sunroom and new, larger dining room. I knew though that if I stood in one certain place I could see through the gap between the doors into the playroom.

William and Mary were totally naked and William was touching her between her legs, I could just hear him say, "And then my mummy was rubbing this bit here!" I turned the radio on and sat by Sue's side. I wondered if Sue would have lost her cool but creaky facade if she had seen and heard what I had just seen and heard.

I knew that I would have to keep her focus off of the toy room and my son with her daughter for quite a while looking from how detailed the kids were 'playing' with each other. Not that I was particularly interested in 'pimping' for my son but I got the idea that if he got certain things out of his system, he might just forget all about seeing me in the nude the day before and more importantly that I was having a rather wonderful climax at the same time.

It was my turn to feel uncomfortable, seeing the kids playing together and thinking about the previous days climax had got me very excited and very wet, things weren't helped one little bit by Sue's eyes standing out on stalks as she looked at the painting of me on the freezer door and her tongue kept flicking out of her mouth to keep her lips moist while she was waiting for her coffee to cool down.

"Do I take it that auburn isn't your natural colour?" William had done a great job on his painting by using orange as a base and then dredging brown through the orange while it was still wet, he had very closely matched my hair colour but the orange triangle screamed out off of the page. I shook my head, I saw Sue's eyes flick over to me and she scanned my face before looking at my lap, I shifted in my seat, hoping that my short dress hadn't hiked up because I suddenly remembered that I had intended on asking Simon for another story while William was sleeping off his lunch and I had been planning on replaying yesterdays entertainment up to the point when William walked in on me and to that end I had left off my knickers all day so far. I only took William out for his play on the park in the hope that he would sleep for a little longer.

"Did I hear someone say once that you were an old Aggie?" I gave her a strange look, "I mean an old girl from Saint Augustine's school for girls?" I laughed, "I went to the school for two terms, I doubt that would qualify me as an old girl though!" "OH! That's a pity, I had a lot of fun at that school, I made a lot of very close girlfriends there, we boarders had loads of fun!" "OH! I didn't board, I was a day girl!" "You missed out on so much, you really did!"

I started to feel a little uncomfortable, Sue was, in a roundabout kind of way, telling me that she had 'special' friends at school, that I took to mean that she has lesbian sex in the dorm after lights out and she was looking from the picture of my vagina that my son had painted on the freezer to my lap and back again.

The dress I had on was a very thin, very white, summer dress. I couldn't tell for sure, because whenever I looked down at my lap my head cast a shadow but it could be that she could see a little of the ginger coming through the white Indian cotton.

I decided to start preparing the vegetables for dinner, just so that I had an excuse to turn my back on Sue and hope that it would stop her 'letching' after me. Sue started to get a little bored now that I wasn't so exposed to her gaze, I had worried that she would head for the toy room but instead she wandered off to the dining room, just to have a little nose around. I snatched Williams painting off of the freezer and hid it at the back of one of the cupboards. I would throw it away but not until bin day so that there was no way anyone would find it in the bin.

"Hey, you have a PC out here, I'm thinking of getting one for when Mary starts school full time to give myself something to do in the day. Can I have a look please?" It took me a few seconds to process the question, it would seem very churlish of me to say no for no good reason but then it struck me, what had I left on the screen?

I rushed into the dining room just as the screen flickered into life, "There is a message from www.PIE.ru. OH! You're here, the message says that ActiveFather has sent you a link to a story, would you like me to open it for you!" I almost choked as I tried to stop her. "No, that's all right, I'm going to have to get William down for his nap before I can relax and read!" Sue was studying the address that would take the browser to the story.

"I wonder what ASSTR stands for Isabella, you're so clever to be able to work all of this!" I gave her a warm smile as I closed the screen down and hoped to Christ that the story link would still be available from PIE when I switched back on.

Sue was walking towards the kitchen and toy room beyond in a purposeful way; I called out as loudly as I could, "William, I think it's time for Mary to go home now!" I made it to the serving hatch just in time to see Sue open the toy room door. Mary was sitting on the floor fastening her shoes but at least her dress was on, William had just his underpants on and a huge smile on his face.

Sue thanked me for the coffee and the chat, she looked towards William, "And it was very nice to meet you too young man!" William beamed his smile out even harder. I took William up to his bedroom, his skate board was on the landing, something that his father often complained about but on this occasion i didn't kick it into his room, I put him to bed and close his curtains before closing his bedroom door. I picked up the skateboard and propped it up against his door so that when William opened his bedroom door the skateboard would fall and alert me to the fact that he was awake.

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