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Title: Motherfolly: The family games.  Chapter 1-3
Author: j.mischief@zoho.com
Short Description: A mother's obsession with cum takes her down the

rabbit hole, and she takes her children with her.  Note from the author: In
the context of fantasy, this story is safe and fun; but if it was written
to be a true story, it would be a sad, sad tale indeed.  This story entails
sexual activity with minors, drugs, and incest.  In real life, these
activities are illegal, and rightfully so.  This story is only meant to
excite and illicit emotion, using the topics of taboo and perversion. 
Enjoy!  Keywords: Cum fetish, cum play, incest, teens, whole family, 1st

   You must be at least 18 years old to read this story.

   * * * MOTHERFOLLY - CHAPTER 1

   "I can't believe I'm doing this." In my hands, I held a pair of bright
red panties-- MY bright red panties.  I brought the rolled up mess to my
nose and inhaled deeply.  "Oh god!  His cum smells so...  so fucking good!"
I put my finger to a puddle that formed in one of the crevices.  Its warm
slick texture told me that my son's love juice had not long ago emptied
from his balls, drenching the skimpy lingerie.  I imagined the red panties
wrapped around his cock, my boy pumping furiously over his hardness.  The
vision made my heart pound faster.  Sucking my finger, I tasted the spoils
of my son's passion.  Did cum always taste this good?  Or is this forbidden
act fooling my taste buds?  I had to have more.  I licked greedily at the
panties, sucking up a large portion of the spend.  The taste brought out an
excitement that I hadn't felt before.  My pussy demanded attention.  I took
the panties and rubbed myself with them, imitating how my son handled his
own desire.  The cum-soaked material felt naughty so close to my sex.  It
seemed only natural to put the material inside me, connecting my son's
pleasure to my own.  I felt a rush as my cunt fully enveloped the fabric,
the realization that part of my son's cum still clinging to it.  Wildly, I
rubbed my clit, automatically bucking my hips to the pleasure slowly
enveloping me.  I exploded suddenly, squirting my own passion on the floor
below.

   "Woah..." My daughter was standing at the door, her eyes fixated on my
panty-stuffed opening, lewdly on display.  She must have had a good view
from the doorway.  "You *really* love your underwear!" "Cindy!" I groaned,
trying to catch my breath.  "I thought we agreed you would knock before
entering my room?" I reached into my pussy and slowly pulled out the
panties, shivering slightly from the stimulation.  "Umm...  your door was
open, mom." Shit!  In my excitement from seeing the abused panties lying in
my hamper, I must have forgotten to close the door behind me!  "Well, I
take it you didn't mind the show?" I laughed, noticing her stare was still
fixated on my sex.  She snapped out of her hypnosis, and brought her eyes
to mine, her face starting to color with embarrassment.  I stepped into my
soaked panties and pulled them up.  "Me...  and El...  are going...  to the
pool." Cindy spoke slowly.  "Uh-huh?" I tried to encourage her to speak her
mind faster.  "You and El are going to the pool...  and?" "Are those the
ones you bought last week?" Cindy was looking at my body again as I secured
the matching red bra to my naked tits.  "Yes, honey.  Doesn't it look good
on me?" I spun around so she could see the full ensemble.  She was
hypnotically staring again and admittedly, I felt a little guilty letting
her see me in this state of undress.  Cindy had once before caught me in a
private moment.  My husband Jonathan and I were going at it- him fucking me
hard from behind.  I was screaming into my pillow when Cindy opened the
door to our bedroom.  I wouldn't have noticed her standing there if my
husband hadn't stopped his brutal pounding.  I lifted my head to see what
was going on, and saw her standing there, wide-eyed.  I simply told her
that mommy and daddy sometimes like to play in bed and that she had to
promise to always knock before entering our room.

   "Did you ever try on the pair I got for you?" I casually asked my
daughter, referring to our shopping trip last week.  My question was dually
purposed to bring her back down to earth.  She really seemed to be taken
back by my behavior...  not that I blamed her.  Until recently, it was very
unlike me.  "Not yet mom.  I'll go try them on now!" "Woah, wait a minute.
I thought you were going to the pool?" "Oh yeh.  Me and El are going to the
pool," she repeated.  "Uh-huh.  You already told me that..." "Can J.R. 
drive us?" She hurriedly spat out, finally.  Junior hated his name and
always went by J.R.  It somewhat bothered me that he rejected the name his
father gave him.  Junior had just gotten his driver's license, but I had
grounded him after he got a speeding ticket.  Though...  ever since I
learned he was masturbating into my panties, I found it especially
difficult to discipline him.  In fact, I found it very difficult not to act
completely different around him.  With my husband gone on business most of
the year, Junior was starting to fill a conceptual role as my forbidden
lover.  But the state of things was worse than even that.  When I found out
about my son's dirty little hobby, it caused something in me to snap.  I
was now completely obsessed with cum.  The gooey white substance seemed to
take on a new meaning for me.  It represented all the pleasure and sex that
I had been missing out on since I ended my wild ways almost 15 years ago.
"Is Jake going with you?" I asked my daughter, pulling up my skirt and
wiggling them over my hips.  My soaked red panties could be seen peeking
out above them.  "Didn't he go to the skate park or something?" my daughter
replied, still a little dazed.  I remembered now...  I had heard Jake's
voice yelling out about something earlier, after which the front door
slammed.  I had recently started to let my children do their own thing, for
the most part, uninhibited by their mother.  They've been dreadfully
sheltered until now, and I felt the need to liberate them a little.  The
same way that I was feeling liberated myself (though in a different, sexual
way), caused by recent events with my eldest son.  Junior didn't know that
I knew his nasty secret, but I had plans to reveal this knowledge soon
enough.  I was tired of waiting for him to deposit a load of his spunk in
my dirty laundry.  I needed my fix sooner, and more often.  Much more
often. I pulled on my tank top.  These new clothes made me look and feel
much younger.  "Okay sweetheart.  Junior can drive you, but he needs to
come right back.  I need him to help me with some things this afternoon."
"Thanks mom!" Cindy ran over and hugged me.  "When did you get to be so
cool?" She smiled.  "Hey, there's no need for more ass-kissing missy," I
smiled back, realizing that I just said 'ass' for the first time in front
of her.  "Just make sure you take my cellphone with you.  Call the house
when you're ready to be picked up." Cindy left excitedly, almost forgetting
to grab my cell phone on the dresser.  Part of me knew it was dangerous for
a 14 year old girl and her 12 year old sister to be going out to the pool
by themselves.  Especially with how much attention boys (even grown men!)
gave them.  But with how often they liked going to the pool, I decided it
was time to put some trust in them.  I taught them the rules for when they
went out: They were to stay in constant view of the life guard, who also
happened to be the son of one of my clients.  I made him promise me that he
would nark on my daughters if they were misbehaving.  I knew he would have
absolutely no trouble keeping an eye on those two either.  My youngest,
Ella, was still developing; but was already a hottie with brown wavy hair
and huge green eyes.  Cindy took after me, but kept her shiny blonde hair
pin-straight.  She already filled out a C-cup, and if she wasn't so naive
about sex, she certainly could have used her beauty to her advantage. 
Finally being alone in my room again, I stood in the full body mirror and
admired my new attire.  I looked so...  sluty.  My mid-thigh skirt
displayed my toned legs beautifully, and the way they rode down on my hips
let whatever I was wearing underneath come through.  My white tank top was
almost too small for me and did an excellent job of showing off my
bountiful cleavage.  My husband prided in being married to what his friends
referred to as a "blonde bombshell", and now I really looked the part.  I
was gifted genetically yes, but I also had a passion for fitness.  In fact,
I used to teach dance and yoga when I was younger and still do in-home
private training sessions a few times a week.  Of course, I practice what I
teach religiously.  Even with a body like mine, I hadn't really cared to
show it off after I became a mother.  It had seemed natural to dress my
age, especially so that I could fit in with the other mothers in my
neighborhood.  Now with my sudden change in wardrobe, I worried about my
social life and what people would think.  Not to mention how my husband
would take it.  He was due to come home tomorrow after a 2-week long
consulting gig.  I had briefly considered hiding my new vulgar attire until
he was away on his next assignment, but I decided I liked the new me.  A
lot.  No, he would just have to get used to it; sure, the clothes would
take some time for him to adjust to, but I was certain he'd love my new
lingerie.  The "new me" emerged just over a week ago from doing something
as mundane as laundry.  I was putting my dirty linens into piles to be
washed, when I noticed a sticky substance on my hand.  At first, I didn't
think much of it; but then I became concerned that I accidentally spilled
something, and wondered if I needed to spot-treat a stain.  When I finally
found the source of the wetness on my previously worn panties, I was really
confused.  It didn't take long for me to figure things out.  There was
really only one obvious explanation.  The smell of the wetness was one that
my husband made sure I was very familiar with, and it gave it away.  I was
mad at first, except I didn't know how to broach my anger -- especially
since I didn't know who to put the blame on.  I knew Jake and Junior both
masturbated regularly.  Jake was almost 2 years younger than Junior, and he
was really late to discover himself.  It was only a year ago when he came
running in to my room, shaken up from something.  It took some persuasion,
but eventually he confided that something just wasn't right about his
"thingie".  He said he had accidentally wet the bed, except it was
different this time, and he was "positive" he would need medical attention.
Of course I freaked out, and made him show me his discharge.  When I saw
the puddle of sperm on his pillow, I just couldn't stifle my laugh,
embarrassing my poor boy.  Now that I think about it, I never did give him
a lecture on the "birds and the bees" like I promised him I would that
night.  Jake still humps his pillow raw to this day, no doubt clueless as
to what he's really doing.  I've already resolved to teach him how to
masturbate properly.  After all, I would consider it my fault if he got a
friction burn on his delicate nether-regions, simply because he lacked the
education to know any better.  That's how I knew it was Junior's cum in my
panties that day.  Junior knew all about what his hand could do for him;
but what he didn't know was how obvious the slicking sounds are when a
well-oiled penis is stroked properly.  For a while I heard that age old
fapping sound, until I eventually stopped buying baby oil.  Back then, I
reasoned I needed to curb his almost obsessive behavior.  Ironically I'm
now trying to figure out how to encourage the opposite.  He should be
taking advantage of the retentive powers of his youth, not suppressing it!
Sitting in my dirty laundry pile that day, thinking about my sons jacking
themselves off and staring for the first time at my spoiled panties, did
something to me that I didn't expect.  It turned me on.  Oh sure, I freaked
out at first, my anger turning to my husband.  He had insisted on child
proofing everything: from the internet to the TV; everything was locked
down.  My son had nothing else to get off on but his boring old mother's
cotton panties.  I felt a little self-conscious after that.  There was
nothing special about my undergarments.  They were far from sexy.  In fact,
my son's cum looked misplaced plastered to them.  I'm not sure why, but I
resolved then that I would give him something worthy of masturbating into.
I remember that afternoon well: "What are you going to the mall for, mom?"
Cindy asked between bites of her sandwich.  I had gathered my children for
lunch and had told them I was going out.  "Just buying some new
undergarments, dear." Jake pretended not to hear me, but Junior almost
choked on his milk.  I tried desperately not to smile.  I didn't want him
to think he was the reason for my sudden need to go shopping.  "Oh.  Well,
if you're going to the mall, I'm coming too!" "Me too!" Ella chimed in. 
Ella followed Cindy everywhere.  The two were practically inseparable.  I
thought about putting up a fuss.  I didn't want them tagging along to where
I was planning on going.  But I also didn't like the idea of going to the
mall alone.  Shopping was meant to be a social activity.  When we arrived
to the mall, I asked something of my girls that I never would have dreamed
of doing before: I asked them if they wanted to split up and go shopping by
themselves for a little bit.  They were elated at the request, and I was
relieved.  "Dr.  John's Emporium" specialized in risqu�(C) lingerie, and
the last thing I wanted was for my kids to catch me patronizing a store
like that.  Dr.  John's had all that I wanted there, and more.  Perusing
the lingerie, trying to think which ones would excite my son the most, was
incredibly electrifying.  I didn't hold back.  I went to the raunchiest
racks I could find, picking out shelf bras and crotch-less panties.  Then I
got selfish, and realized I needed a little more material in order to
capture his load properly.  I had a few items picked out when I got the
first surprise of the day.  "Mom, can we borrow your credit card?" I almost
jumped out of my skin.  Cindy was standing behind me with her sister, both
of them holding items from the store.  "What are you two doing here?!  I
thought we agreed to split up?" "We did, and are...  after we get your
credit card." Cindy held out her hand.  "Please?" I was dumbfounded.  Dr.
Johns sells lingerie for teenagers?  My daughters were interested in buying
some?  I grabbed the items from Cindy's hand before she could protest my
curiosity.  "What are you getting? ...  Hold on, do these really say 'slut'
on them?" Disturbed, I held out a pair of skimpy white panties with 'slut'
written across the top.  "All the popular girls wear them!" she insisted.
"Do you even know what a...  what this means?" "Mo-om.  It's just a brand!"
Concerned for my youngest now, I snatched Ella's items from her, causing
her to flail her arms wildly in an attempt to seize them back. 
"Sweetheart, I'm not giving you my card without approving the purchase
first." Looking through Ella's selection, I was relieved to see they were
fairly tame, though far sexier than what a 12 year old should be wearing.
"Girls, why don't you leave your items here and let me pick something out
for you instead..." "Something like these?" Cindy had my shelf bra pinned
up to herself, posing.  I ashamedly thought about how amazing she would
actually look in something like that considering the size of her assets. 
"These *can't* be comfortable," she continued.  "Okay, that's enough." My
face flushed at my daughter finding my choice in underwear.  I reclaimed
the lingerie and grabbed my basket from her prying eyes.  "You two realize
I'm about done.  Are you sure you didn't have anywhere else you wanted to
go?" Ella gasped, "No mamma, we're going to Ambercrombie!" She grabbed her
sister's hand.  "Comeon!" Now that I had been distracted by my daughters, I
resigned myself from looking at more sex-wear.  I hadn't intended on
bringing in my innocent daughters to a store inspired by my new vamped
fantasy, and I was still flustered that they had caught me.  So, I headed
off to find the teen section, intent on returning my daughters' selection
of items.  The slut panties were the first to go back.  I couldn't believe
the designer responsible for producing this product.  Some of the text
available on this brand of underwear were quite explicit, ranging from "I
(heart) c**k" to "pu**ylicious" Placing my daughters' selection back on the
rack felt wrong.  I felt guilty, hypocritical.  My daughters were good
girls, always modest and polite.  Maybe it was time for me to let them grow
up a little.  If they bottled up their sexual frustration like I did, they
were sure to do something just as stupid as I was planning.  I had no
choice-- I took back the slut panties and returned them to my basket,
resolving to no longer infringe on my daughters' personal choices again. 
Although, I did find it curious as to why Cindy picked out push up bras
like her sister had.  Her breasts were already too large for her petite
frame.  Pushup bras would make her look comical.  I decided to buy her some
lingerie that would let her natural curves do all the seducing for her.  A
little too transparent than what I wanted, but finding the cut just right,
I picked a rather expensive lacy black combo that I knew my eldest daughter
would look amazing in.  Of course, I knew Ella would be jealous and accuse
me of favoritism, so I bought her something too.  Something I knew would
make her look much older than she was, and in a naughty way.  Secretly, I
got a thrill from picking out things I knew would make my daughters
irresistible.  Then, as if the devil reached in and plucked my soul out
through my cunt, I had a realization: The more visual stimulus I provided
my sons, the more fodder for their nasty pastime.  The panties, I realized,
were just the prize to be won.  I needed to bait my sons with visual
excitement, and for that, I needed a new wardrobe.  My modest daughters
would need new wardrobes too.  * * * MOTHERFOLLY - CHAPTER 2

   I heard Junior come through the door from after dropping off his sisters
at the pool, and I called out to him.  "Junior!  I'm in the basement.  I
need your help!" Our finished basement was basically used for one thing: my
bi-daily workouts.  It was grossly underutilized.  "Hey mo- mom?" Junior
stopped at the door.  His voice told me he was uncomfortable by my attire,
but his eyes told me his discomfort was in a good way.  I was bent over a
coffee table when he came in, pretending to get ready to move it.  "Er...
Rick is coming by later.  Er...  in a few minutes." "Good, then you two can
move all this heavy furniture!" I sat down on the coffee table, and crossed
my legs letting my skirt ride up my toned thighs.  "Did you take the girls
to the pool?" "Yeh, I thought I was grounded--" "You are.  But you need
more practice driving, too." I laughed at the contradiction.  "I'll let you
drive where you want once you show me you are responsible again.  So far so
good," I winked.  "What are you doing in here anyway?" he asked.  "Ah!  I
thought this summer we would enjoy having some movie nights together as a
family.  I'm setting up a theater room!" "Ug," Junior grunted, rolling his
eyes.  I admit I was a little offended.  "What?  You don't want to spend
time with your family?" I asked bitterly, crossing my arms and purposely
pushing up on my breasts.  "You'll be going to college in a few years, the
least you can do is spend some time with your siblings before you fly the
coop." "Fine...  But I get to pick the movies, last time--" "--actually," I
interrupted, "I thought we'd take turns picking them out, starting from the
oldest going down.  Since your dad isn't here, that makes me the oldest.  I
get to pick the one out for tonight." Junior didn't look too sure of this
arrangement, so I decided to give him a preview of what I was planning:
"Tonight I thought we'd watch '40 going on 20'" Junior's mouth dropped. 
R-rated movies were forbidden in our house, and this was very rated "R". 
It was a raunchy comedy about a middle aged man going through a mid-life
crisis.  He tries to reinvent himself by going back to school and starting
a fraternity.  It was just released on DVD, and the commercials for it were
quite titillating.  "Don't worry," I said, pretending to misinterpret his
body language.  "Next time will be your turn to choose." Just then the
doorbell rang.  Junior went upstairs to let in his friend.  Rick was pretty
outgoing, but quite geeky in comparison to my son.  Junior was in a video
game phase, and apparently Rick was an expert about such things.  Normally,
Junior would be out skating with his brother Jake, but he had twisted an
ankle in an accident and was waiting to recover.  After a brief moment, the
two came down the stairs to where I was sitting.  I had uncrossed my arms,
and was sitting upright with my hands grasping the end of the coffee table.
I knew in this pose, my arms would smash my breasts together and make them
strain against my top.  "Oh good, the cavalry has arrived!" Rick and Junior
stood at the entrance and struggled to keep their eyes off of the display I
was putting on.  "What do you think?" I asked of the two bashful boys. 
"Very nice," Rick stammered, now gawking at my breasts.  "So you think
this'll make a good movie room then?" I smiled.  "Uh, yup." Now that I had
clarified my question, Rick was caught off guard, and quickly tried to play
it off by looking around the room like he was surveying it.  Junior looked
on in awe, as if wearing a skirt and tank top was somehow scandalous!  I
was just getting started.  "Comeon' you two.  Stop standing around, and
help me move this!" After about an hour things had started to come together
for my movie room.  The boys brought in an old 60" projection TV from
storage, and I had them get 2 of the love seats that nobody sat on anymore
and bring them in.  The loveseats wouldn't fit all six of us, so I knew I
would need to come up with a better arrangement eventually.

   "Hey, stop fidgeting down there," I teased, and wiggled a little. 
Junior was holding my legs while I tried to hang some curtain rods.  I was
going to get some red velvet curtains later to give the room an official
theater-like feel.  I had convinced Junior it would be better for him to
hold on to my legs rather than the chair I was standing on to keep me
steady.  "Screw!" ...  "Rick!  Screw?" Rick was standing next to me with
the hardware for the curtain rod, and a screwdriver.  I guess he wasn't
paying attention, because it took him a minute to register what I was
really asking for.  "Oh, sorry Mrs.  Wilkins!" Rick handed me a screw and
screwdriver.  "Lift me up a little more honey?" I asked Junior, catching
him staring at my ass.  He struggled to lift me from the stool, but
eventually got me higher by standing on his tippy-toes.  His hands were
beginning to slide up my thighs and under my skirt.  "Almost got it!" And
with a final twisting motion, my body became too much for Junior to keep
hold of.  I came crashing down, with Junior doing his best to break my
fall. "Ouch!  Are you okay baby?" I had landed on top of Junior's torso, my
legs splayed on either side of him.  "Oh brother.  Of course this would
happen," I thought.  "I'm okay-- I'm--" Junior's eyes rested on my skirt,
which had ridden up significantly.  Both Junior and Rick could see the lacy
red panties that now just barely hid my womanhood in a "camel-toe" wedgie.
Junior's eyes widened in recognition of what I was wearing underneath my
skirt-- this very pair of undies were something he had earlier in the day
became intimately familiar with.  "Are you sure you're okay?  You look a
little dazed" I laughed, bringing up my hand to meet Rick's.  "Thank you
Rick!  Such a gentleman," I smiled at him, taking his hand and getting to
my feet.  Rick tried to meet my gaze, but blushed away.  I realized I was
now standing directly over Junior, giving him the view of his life.  Taking
advantage of the situation, I adjusted my panties before pulling down my
skirt and moving off to the side of Junior.  Junior did some "adjusting" of
his own, and sat up.  Rick and I came over to help lift him, but he shook
his head.  "I think I need a breather" Junior panted, unwilling to stand. I
couldn't help but to smile wickedly, knowing full well he was trying to
hide an erection.  "I understand sweetheart.  Why don't I get us some
drinks?  I'll be right back." "Woah, dude.  Woooahh!" I heard Rick whisper
as I walked up the stairs.  Rick was clearly enjoying the whole experience,
but I didn't know what to think about that.  As much as I enjoyed his
attention, Rick was an unknown, a risk.  I knew that Junior would not be
able to relax as much as I needed him to with his friend hanging over his
shoulder.  On the other hand, Rick was an opportunity.  I could use him to
indirectly tease Junior.  Seeing the panic in my son's face when he saw
those same spoiled red panties hugging my body, made me think Junior wasn't
ready for any direct teasing just yet.  God, I wish I could read his mind
sometimes!  I took my time to make some lemonade so that the sexual tension
in the room could cool before I made my return.  When I finally did, the
two boys were laughing about something, but became quite once I made an
appearance.  "Okay, now you have to tell me, -� I said between sips of my
lemonade.  "What?" Junior asked, now draped over the loveseat.  Rick was
sitting on the coffee table positioned in the middle of the theater room.
"About what you two thought was so funny before I came back..." The two
looked at each other, not sure what to say.  Junior decided to try and
deflect the question.  "Nothing mom, just some inside joke." "Oooh, I like
jokes," I insisted.  "Aw, mom..." Junior pouted.  I turned to Rick.  I knew
I had some control over him.  "Rick?  Spill it." "Um...  So, J.R.  was just
saying that it wasn't fair that I got to see-- well, that he should get to
see my mom's-- I mean, we thought you could maybe come by and give my mom
some fitness lessons fir-- sometime." "Oh?  How come?  Does your mother
enjoy exercising?" I asked, trying to figure out what the hell Rick just
said.  "No!" They both said together, laughing afterwards.  I already knew
the answer to this too.  I met Rick's mom once, she is...  Well, let's just
say, everyone can benefit from exercise, but Rick's mom needed special
attention.  "Oh, I see..." I said, giving them a silly look.  "It's just
that, you're not like...  like...  You're not how most moms are.  You
know?" "No I don't.  Are you saying I'm abnormal?" I tried to sound like I
was offended, but it came out sounding sarcastic.  "You're hot" he blurted.
"Thanks!" I said, not missing a beat, and turning to the side.  "You don't
think I have too much junk in the trunk?" "No way!" Rick enthusiastically
replied, not realizing I was only poking fun of him.  "Your...  It's
perfect," he continued a little more quietly.  Then his eyes went up my
body to rest on my chest.  "Oh god.  Too much weight up top, then?!" I
asked in the most urgent voice I could muster, and cupped my boobs.  "Heck
no!  ...It's just...  How did you...  I mean, did you get--" "--Seriously
Rick," I interrupted, getting impatient with his muddled sentences.  "These
babies are the real deal.  Haven't you seen Cindy?  She's got 'em too. 
Ella will in another year or so..." "Oh yeh, Cindy has..." I waited for him
to finish his sentence this time.  Hopefully he could do it without
stuttering.  "I heard they get saggy when you get older," he quickly
changed the subject, but blushed at the new path it took him.  I gasped at
the bluntness of it.  "Ug, Riiiick!" Junior finally spoke up, entering the
conversation and sounding outraged, if not embarrassed on his friend's
behalf.  "It's okay honey.  Rick is of the age where he is curious about
these things.  I'm surprised you haven't asked the same type of questions
by now, you know." Not really.  Rick was clueless about how to talk to a
woman and his question wasn't appropriate, but I definitely hoped Junior
would take a page out of Rick's book of confidence.  I reached up and tried
to remove my bra under my shirt, pretending to make a deal of it.  Then I
kneeled in front of Junior, and partly lifted up my shirt.  "Could you
unhook my bra, dear?" Junior didn't say a word.  He was awestruck by what I
was doing.  I could see Rick was too.  He was eyeing my now visible and
brag-worthy fit midsection.  With shaking hands, Junior unclasped the bra,
and then sat up attentively.  "See?" I said, maneuvering out of the thin
bra from under my tank top, and letting it fall to the floor.  "They hold
up fine, don't you think?" I lifted my tits up and let them fall back into
place.  My tank top still covered them, but my shirt was so tight it didn't
take much of an imagination to guess how the two mounds of flesh held up to
gravity.  If the boys knew anything about female anatomy, they would have
been able to detect how excited I was getting.  "Can I...  Can I see them?"
Risk asked quietly.  He looked like he was going to pass out.  "Just what
do you think this is, mister?" I said teasingly, cupping my breasts and
lifting them up again.  "Besides, your mother would not approve of me
flashing you," I chided.  "But-" "Bring me a permission slip, and I'll
think about it," I giggled.  "Anyway, this is enough education for today.
I'm sure you didn't come over to be taught by Junior's dear old mother."
"Also," I continued, not letting Rick protest further, "I have really got
to get going.  I have some errands to run before dinner.  Will you two be
alright with the house to yourselves?" "I don't know mom...  We can get
pretty rowdy playing our video games..." Junior joked sarcastically,
relaxing back into the loveseat.  "Ha-Ha," I mocked, relieved that Junior
was still his usual self after this whole ordeal.  "I know just how hard it
can get when your mother isn't around, so I'll try and hurry back." I
returned my son's sarcasm, and threw in some innuendo.  As usual, it went
right over his head.  "Oh and guys," I turned before heading up.  As I
expected, they were watching me.  "Thanks for your help!" My bra remained
on the floor by my son's feet.  * * * My husband's job required him to
travel 75% of the time.  At first I really hated the arrangement, but it
had its perks.  For one thing, he made good money.  Really good money.  And
for another thing, when he was home, he had a week or two off to catch up
and spend time with his family.  His work was pretty good at leaving him
alone while he was between appointments too, so we had his full attention.
Often times, we would use his frequent flier miles to go on exotic
vacations together; though recently he had a bit of traveler's fatigue. 
Now that my kids were older, I didn't need to be a stay-at-home mom
anymore, and was trying to get more clients for the private fitness classes
I taught.  I didn't need to work, but it kept me busy, and it got me out of
the house.  Plus, any money I made went to my own bank account to do with
as I pleased.  I had saved up quite a nice chunk of money with my in-home
visits.  Every now and again I would splurge and go on a shopping binge. 
Today was one of those days.  Finding a store to rent movies from was
becoming a challenge.  Call me traditional, but I don't care to shop
online. When I want something, I want it right then, not when the mailman
gets around to delivering it.  Fortunately, the movie I wanted to rent was
just released, so I was able to get it from one of those in-n-out quick
rent kiosks.  I was looking forward to starting a new summer tradition of
watching movies together as a family.  In some way, I wanted to use it as
an opportunity to teach my children the ways of the real world.  As I said
before, my kids are terribly sheltered- clueless about the sexual world
that most teenagers were getting use to by now.  My husband demanded it
this way, mostly because he worried that they had inherited his libido,
which has landed him in his fair share of trouble...  including getting me
pregnant before either one of us were old enough to know what that would
really mean.  Jonathan was so concerned about his children taking after him
(or even me!), that I knew I couldn't tell him about the R rated movie I
had just picked up.  It'd be interesting to see if the kids would rat me
out to Jonathan about my movie choice.  If so, I would feign ignorance. 
The casualty of all this would be my children's chance to pick out
something dirty for their own turn at selecting a movie.  I didn't like the
idea of restricting my children anymore, but I knew I wouldn't have much
choice in the matter once Jonathan got involved.  Still, even with my
husband's staunch policies having the potential of ruining my fun; I was
looking forward to his return.  I needed to be fucked in the worst way. 
And not just the usual "wham-bam, thank you ma'am" kind of sex that I was
recently getting.  If Jonathan wasn't going to give me at least three
orgasms tomorrow night, I was going to make sure I got them one way or
another.  At least that's the resolve I had to remind myself of as I sat in
my car in front of the adult novelty store.  I hadn't visited one of these
types of stores in a long, long time.  What if someone recognizes me?  Oh
god, I'm not wearing a bra!  Someone is bound to notice my hard nipples...
Taking a deep breath, I got out of my car and headed inside.  To my relief,
the store had only two patrons- a young couple, who were giggling at the
oversized dildos in the corner.  Feeling more relaxed; I perused the isles,
familiarizing myself with the sexual accessories that I once knew so well.
Jonathan and I once tried out the BSDM scene when we were young and
adventurous.  I remembered having some pretty mind-blowing orgasms from
being tied up while my then-boyfriend used and abused my body however he
pleased.  He even threatened to bring over his friends who so readily
admitted they were jealous of him, and let them finish me off.  Looking
through the plentiful bondage gear on display was giving me new ideas. 
Maybe it was _my_ turn to tie _him_ up?  Then he would have to do my
bidding until *I* was satisfied.  I smiled at the thought of him being
bound up until he had to go on his next business trip.  His poor cock would
be barely able to take a piss when I was done with it.  That would be just
fine by me too, except I knew my husband was already in for a shock once he
saw my new lingerie.  I needed to pace myself.  The men's section wasn't
really something I had bothered looking through before, but now that I had
some naive sons, I decided to take a look at what the sex industry had to
offer them.  I always thought it was absurd that men needed help getting
off, and was surprised there was a market for them in a store like this. 
Yet what I found in that men's isle excited me like nothing else in the
store: Enhancement drugs.  No, not the "grow 3 inches in 3 weeks" type of
drugs; I mean, drugs meant for old men with ED.  One of the drugs was
lauded by a supposedly famous pornstar (Ha!  as if men could be
porn"stars").  The drug touted that not only would it increase the
consumer's sex drive, but also greatly increase their cum volume.  I had to
have it!
I grabbed a few bottles of the drug labeled "Volumaxxx", and picked up a
male masturbation device that was supposed to simulate a real pussy.  Maybe
Jack could try this out instead of his pillow?  He would need some lube, of

course...  Before long, my basket was full of things for my sons.  Or were
they supposed to be for my husband?  I wasn't sure anymore.  What I was
sure of: I was fucking horny!  It was time to get something for me, so I
headed to the section for women.  I started to walk past the dildos; I had
my trusted blue one at home, I couldn't see why I would need another.  "Can
I help you find something?" A dirty blonde girl asked me, giving me a bit
of a jump.  She looked like she was a walking advertisement for a tattoo
parlor.  "What's the best thing you got?" I asked.  "For what, exactly?"
She inquired, no doubt a little annoyed at how vague my question was. 
"Show me the best of everything, -� I replied.  I was like a kid in a candy
store, and I wanted the full tour.  "Well...  The top seller right now is
the hibatchi wand," she said, pulling one off the shelf.  "Trust me, you
want this whether you have a partner or not!  It is the corvette of
vibrators--" "--Sold!" I smiled, and took it from her.  "Over here we have
swings, and hoists, and specialty chairs...  Then over here, we have--"
"--Hold on, what do you recommend from these?" "Unless you have a room
designed for getting freaky, I don't really recommend much...  But...  I've
tried the Sultrachair: it is uh-mazing!" The woman got in the large leather
lounger chair and posed provocatively.  "Trust me, he will hit you in spots
you didn't know you had!  It comes with a video tutorial on every position
in the kamasutra.  This chair makes every position very possible and veeery
pleasurable." She was right, I didn't have room for it in my bedroom, and I
wasn't sure I could get away with putting it in the living room, even
though it looked very well made and was even stylish.  Though the thought
of putting furniture designed for sex out in the open made me grin.  Only
those as perverted as me would know what it was really used for.  "I hear
the swings are nice too.  We had some rich guy buy a dozen for a sex party.
He came back the next week looking for penis pumps!  Ha!  Anyway, he said
the swings were a huuuuuge hit." "No way!  A dozen?" I asked incredulously,
trying to picture 12 women tied up to a ceiling by a swing.  "I know,
right? That's one freaky party.  You shoulda seen this guy: Typical
business-suit type.  Never would have guessed it.  Actually...  he did have
that red Porsche with the stripper vanity plate cover--" "--I'll have to
think about these some more," I butted in, trying to get her back on track.
I was eager to make a purchase.

   Eventually, with the help of my tour guide, I had seen everything that
the store had to offer.  I was ready to checkout, and headed up to the
front desk with my items.  "Did you know about the 'Insta-bone' product
too?" The cashier asked, scanning in my enhancement pills I selected from
the men's section.  "No, I didn't see those on the shelf?" "Must be out. 
One second-o..." The cashier reached into a box left by a delivery earlier
and pulled out a box of pills.  "The reason I mention it is because some of
the customers who bought the Volumaxxx said it worked a little too well,
and they didn't like the extra cleanup that came with it, if you know what
I mean.  The Insta-bone has all different ingredients and only targets sex
drive, so you don't have to deal with the extra fluids." "Oh really?  Can
these products be used together?" "Hmm, I suppose so, though you wouldn't
want to!  Volumaxxx will put you on edge all day regardless of how much sex
you're having.  In fact, the FDA is in the process of reviewing complaints
about it.  It's definitely a good product if your special friend is having
problems down there, if you know what I mean!" "Yes, I know what you mean.
And if my 'special friend' is a-- is as horny as a teenager?" "Well, let's
just say...  be prepared to go at it like bunnies on crack.  I recommend
the hydroglide lube," he winked.  "Interesting.  I'll take both pills,
please." "Of course.  Thank you for your purchase, and please come again!"
"Oh I will.  Thank you" * * * I checked the time as I pulled into to the
driveway of our modest home.  I decided I wouldn't have time to fix dinner,
and called for a pizza.  After the adult novelty shop visit, I went to a
home decor store and picked up more things for the new theater room, then I
went grocery shopping, being sure to pick up popcorn and drinks for the
movie tonight.  "...and I thought you *liked* your underwear!" I had just
opened the front door, and there was Cindy with my bra dangling from her
finger.  She had a huge grin on her face.  "You little brat!  Give me
that!" I playfully chided, putting my bags on the ground.  I chased her
around the house until Ella came running up the stairs.  "Mommy, mommy!  I
loooove the new movie room!" She yelled excitedly.  "Oh thanks,
sweetheart," I smiled, beginning to forget about recovering my bra from my
daughter.  "Can you help me set up a few more things for it before the
pizza arrives?" "PIZZA?!" Today was Ella's day.  She ran in circles in an
attempt to handle her excitement.  "I'm not finished with you missy," I
winked at Cindy and picked up my bags.  "Boys!  Come help with the
groceries!" I yelled up.  Within a few minutes all of my purchases were in
the correct place.  Ella had found a cock ring that had rolled out of the
black plastic bag my adult purchases were in.  She thought it was a hair
band, and tied her hair up with it.  It looked cute, so I didn't stop her.
At any rate, I didn't have time to really explain what it was.  I was
hoping to finish our movie before my nightly call with my husband.  Me and
the girls added finishing touches to the movie room while I had the boys
clean and set the table for dinner.  Eating meals together was something
that I insisted on.  It gave us all a chance to talk to each other without
distractions.  "Guess who I ran into at the grocery store, Junior?" I
asked, putting napkins next to the freshly arrived pizza.  The kids had
already taken a seat and were getting their slices.  "Dr.  Steckstein.  I
told him about your ankle, and he recommended some vitamins to help
recover," I lied.  I didn't really run into anyone we knew.  "Aw mom, my
ankle's fine now.  For reals!" "Maybe so, but I already got the vitamins,
and there is absolutely no harm in taking them.  You know what?  Maybe you
should take it with your meal tonight!  I forgot to bring them down.  Just
a minute..." I stood up and rushed upstairs to the black bag of goodies on
my nightstand.  Inside were bottles of Volumaxxx and a bottle of
Insta-bone. I considered making him take both, but thought it might be
cruel.  Maybe I should test out the Volumaxxx first.  I did not agree with
the patrons of the adult store.  I was looking forward to the "extra
fluids"; in fact, that's why I wanted it.  The problem I had now was the
label on the bottle.  I'm sure the picture of the squirting cock would make
it pretty obvious they weren't vitamins.  I tried to remove the label, but
failed.  Remembering a trick Jonathan taught me, I went looking for some
WD-40 to apply to the now sticky bottle, hoping I could remove the
remaining label cleanly.  "What took you so long, mom?" Junior asked.  The
other kids piped in, explaining how they were on their second and third
slices already.  "I thought I misplaced the bottle, turns out the label
somehow came off," I fibbed, hoping my son wasn't smart enough to question
me.  I sat down to a cold slice of pizza, and ate quickly out of
nervousness.  Junior rolled back a pill and took it without so much of a
hesitation.  He washed it down with a swig of rootbeer.  "That's right
honey.  Be sure to take one every day.  It should help you get nice and
healthy.  You can have some too Jake, if you want." Jake shrugged and took
a pill.  While I was eating, Ella picked up the drugs and looked them over.
"NO!" I screamed, once I noticed Ella had a pill in her hand, intent on
ingesting it.  Ella froze, and then started to shake.  I knew I had upset
her, and I quickly tried to recover from my panic.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't
mean to react like that.  I just...  I think these vitamins were specially
formulated for males.  I don't want to mess up your growing process,
sweetheart." Ella timidly put the pill down on the table.  I felt
absolutely awful for yelling at her.  I wasn't sure if the pills could be
taken by women or if it would have negative effects if Ella took one.  Now
that I had disposed of the label, I wouldn't be able to find out either. 
"How was the pool today?" I asked, forcing a smile and changing the
subject. "I can almost hold my breath for 30 seconds!" Ella beamed,
forgetting all about my prior outburst.  "Meh," Cindy contributed, "It was
okay.  Junior was late picking us up, _as usual_," she directed her
complaint to Junior, who became defensive.  "Hey, not my fault.  Rick
needed a ride somewhere.  Maybe you should have walked home!" "Nuh-uh," I
jumped in, shaking my head as I swallowed a bite.  "I'm sure you noticed by
now, but your sisters are hot little things.  They are not to walk home
alone when they're in their bathing suits.  Is that clear?" I sternly
reprimanded Junior, though it was uncalled for.  Junior was just bickering
for the sake of bickering.  I knew he knew better, but I wanted to make
sure the girls didn't get any bad ideas from him.  "Yeah, mom." Junior said
quietly.  "You think we're _hot_?" Ella squeaked, pleased by my comment. 
She was always picking up on positive things like this.  "Not just hot,
sweetie.  You two are sexy!  I bet you could have any man you wanted
wrapped around your cute little fingers." Ella's mouth dropped open as if
she hadn't even considered it.  "Um, which reminds me mom.  What's the
deal? You're looking really pretty recently," Cindy complimented, and Ella
agreed enthusiastically.  "Thank you.  One of my clients works as a fashion
model, and she suggested I try something new," I lied, for what seemed like
the millionth time since I got home.  "I've really enjoyed the new feel of
these clothes.  I was even thinking about taking you two shopping sometime.
I'm not sure how I survived the heat before this!" The girls were on cloud
nine at the thought of going clothes shopping.  We agreed on a time to go
out tomorrow.  I asked the boys if they wanted some new clothes too, but as
usual, they weren't about to go shopping with us.  "And?  How was the skate
park?" I asked Jake, he was being particularly quiet tonight.  "I haven't
seen you all day!" Jake tried to convince me that all would be much better
with a new skateboard.  I had planned on surprising him for his upcoming
birthday, hoping he could wait it out that long.  "Okay, enough talking. 
Time for movie!" Junior interrupted, rudely.  "What movie are we watching,
mom?" Ella asked.  "It's a surprise." "'40 going on 20'" Junior blurted,
giving it away.  Though, I think he revealed the movie just to test me; see
if I really picked it up.  He looked surprised that I didn't correct him.
Cindy gasped, "We can't watch that!  That's rated R." "That's why I got the
unrated version, dear," I reasoned.  I was waiting for someone to laugh at
the absurdness of my logic, but somehow it made sense to my kids.  I told
my kids to make some popcorn and find a seat, I would be down shortly. 
After taking a much needed shower and changing into some evening wear, I
headed downstairs.  The loveseats were taken, the girls on one, and the
boys on the other.  "No fair!  I don't have anywhere to sit!" I light
heartedly protested.  The kids turned to look at me.  Junior whistled. 
"Woah mom, when did you get _that_?" Jake asked.  "Wow...  What has gotten
into you two?" I blushed, surprised at their forwardness.  I had forgotten
about the pills they took at dinner, and once I realized they were amped up
on lust, I felt obligated to come up with an excuse: "Did I forget to
mention?  You're all supposed to wear pajamas to movie nights" Ella was
eager to go change, but due to how late it was getting, I told her to wait
until next time.  Having been called out on my attire by my sons, I decided
not to bend over at the waist to insert the movie like I had originally
intended.  My nightie was pretty short, and I had to be careful with how I
moved in it.  Plus, I wasn't wearing a bra, and I wasn't sure how the silk
material would handle my heavy breasts.  I originally wanted to put on a
show for Junior, but my sons didn't need the stimulation right now, and I
was worried about how they might react.  I sat on the floor below Ella so
she could braid my hair, my legs tucked behind me.  I glanced over at the
boys and knew they already had erections.  Junior was trying to hide his,
but Jake just let his pants tent!  He must not have realized that his
erection was giving away just how excited he was.  The girls didn't seem
too interested in their brothers, but I really wanted to get a closer look.
When the movie started, it didn't waste any time getting into the
vulgarity. I had forgotten how crude R rated movies could get, especially
comedies.  The kids definitely seemed uncomfortable at first, hearing
4-letter words around their mother.  But they were soon laughing at the
silly story line.  Sometimes it was only me that would laugh, and I
realized the joke was too dirty for the kids to understand.  Then the first
sex scene happened.  I saw it a mile away.c The protagonist had been
pursuing his dream girl, but instead managed to catch the school slut. 
When the girl's top came off, Ella stopped braiding my hair and I could
only guess as to why.  Then the protagonist started sucking on the woman's
tits, and the woman started to moan exaggeratedly to the point where it was
comical.  I looked to see how the kids were taking their first sex scene:
The boys were so fixated on the screen that they were afraid to blink, and
the girls were awe-struck.  I needed to get comfortable, so I untucked my
legs and rested them in front of me.  My long slender legs were basically
completely exposed.  When the scene cut away, I felt obligated to explain
why it was funny.  "Oh yes!  It feels good when a guy sucks on them like
that.  Just not THAT good," I laughed, pretending it was funnier than it
was.  After a while the kids were laughing again, and Ella resumed braiding
my hair.  I decided it was time to put on a show of my own, and bent my
legs up to my body, but let one of them fall to the side.  Not only were my
blue panties in plain sight, they were quite easy for my sons to ogle.  I
was surprised at how quickly my sons noticed my new position.  In fact,
they seemed more interested in me than the movie.  Unfortunately, Cindy
noticed where the boys were looking.  I guess during the movie, we were all
observing each other, trying to read body language.  "Ahem!" I heard her
obvious attempt to get my attention.  I ignored her.  She looked at her
brothers again.  They were still staring at me.  "Ahem!" This time louder.
Ella shushed Cindy this time.  Ella was the only one clueless to the room's
sexual overtones.  "I see London, I see France, I see momma's underpants!"
Cindy taunted, finally letting out why she was trying to get my attention.
Ella stopped braiding.  "Oops.  Thank you sweetheart.  This nightie doesn't
let me get very comfortable does it?" I straightened my legs and tried to
pull down my nightie.  The boys were watching the movie again, and it was
just as well.  The protagonist and friends just entered a strip club.  A
very gorgeous topless blonde was standing over them, asking for their drink
order.  "Wow, lots of tits in this movie," I pretended to be surprised. 
The angle of the camera seemed to accentuate the size of her breasts. 
"Cover your eyes kids." But they didn't.  Junior was trying to rub his
covered cock as inconspicuously as possible, and Jake kept adjusting
himself to the point where it was distracting even the girls.  Cindy had
been watching her brothers now, probably out of curiosity to how they were
taking the nudity on the screen.  Thankfully she didn't say anything.  I
didn't know what Ella was doing.  I knew what she wasn't doing: braiding my
hair.  It told me she was too distracted to bother.  Junior's attempt at
getting himself off was cute, and it was really getting me wet.  I pulled
my legs up again, but only opened them slightly so I could rest my hand on
top of my panty clad pussy.  The boys wouldn't be able to get a clear view
of what I was doing from where they were sitting, but they would see more
than what they were used to.  The movie had their full attention though,
and I used the opportunity to slowly rub myself while I unabashedly watched
Jake try to do the same as he gawked at the movie.  Eventually the scene
was over, the protagonist and friends getting kicked out for breaking the
rules during a lap dance.  I slowly moved my legs back down, and looked up
at Cindy.  She was watching me, and she looked flushed.  "Oops.  Sorry," I
mouthed, before she quickly looked away.  The movie finally was coming to a
close, the protagonist of course finally realizing the girl of his dreams
was really the one he had all along.  A final love scene started, and I
instinctively moved my legs back up.  Before I could move my hand down to
my throbbing clit, Cindy surprised me.  She placed her foot on one of my
legs, and pushed it down to the floor, opening my legs.  My panties were on
full display again.  Surprised, I looked up at her.  She smiled and winked,
then looked over at her brothers and nodded.  They were struggling with
where to look, the movie, or me.  I gasped.  I had been caught.  Cindy knew
her brothers were acting really weird, and for whatever reason, she was
enjoying watching them squirm.  * * * "Junior, could you stop the movie
please?" I asked over the loud music playing as the credits started to
roll. We had gotten the TV and DVD player out of storage, but were never
able to find the remotes for them.  Junior shook his head, but didn't offer
explanation for his refusal.  "Well I can't do it honey, I'm getting my
hair did.  Jake, would you be so kind?" Jake took his eyes off my legs,
which I had straightened up in front of me.  Then, without seemingly
thinking, he stood up.  His excitement was very obvious, and for the first
time I noticed a wet spot right next to the large bulge in his pants.  As
usual, Ella stopped fiddling with my hair.  "Someone must have really liked
the movie!" Cindy giggled.  Jake's boner was so obvious; it couldn't help
but be noticed by all of us.  "Did not!" He snapped back, and turned off
the DVD player, finally silencing the awful soundtrack that had been
playing.  "You didn't like the movie, Jake?" I asked, pretending to believe
him.  "No!  I mean, yes!  I don't know what D is talking about!" he huffed
and tried to hurry back to his seat.  "D" was often how the boys referred
to Cindy; her sister Ella called her "Cin" so it was a play on the missing
syllable.  "That!" Cindy laughed, pointing at Jake's crotch.  "Yeh mom,
what's wrong with Jake?" Ella asked, concerned.  "It just does that,
alright?" Jake retorted, feeling ganged up on.  Jake was brave for not
hiding himself like Junior was doing, and I knew the drugs probably had
something to do with it, as did his naivety about what an erection was. 
But now I was worried the new turn of events would have a negative effect
on his behavior in future movie nights.  Not to mention that Junior was
unusually quiet during this whole episode.  He was probably thinking he was
glad he kept himself hidden.  But that type of attitude just wasn't going
to fly with me.  "You're both right," I broke in before Cindy could
continue her taunting.  "I'm sure the movie helped with that," I said
smiling and making a nod towards Jake's crotch "But!" I quickly continued,
breaking Cindy's giggling.  "It also 'just does that'.  It's perfectly
normal.  There is no reason to hide it like Junior does." "J.R.  has it
too?!" Ella gasped in unison to Junior's horror of being called out.  Cindy
was laughing too hard to hear Junior's mumbled response, so I decided to
even the playing field.  "So, are you going to tell us all just how you
know so much about cocks, honey?" It worked.  Cindy wasn't interested in
taunting her brothers anymore.  I wasn't sure if it was my question that
shut her up, or her shock at how crudely I asked it.  "_That's what a cock
is_?" Ella asked herself while staring at Jake, who was getting even more
uncomfortable.  "Cin, you _gotta_ tell us what is going on!" Ella pleaded
now that she learned a new word for her vocabulary.  "Yeh, Cindy, please
enlighten us." I said giggling a little bit.  Cindy looked like she was
about to make a run for it.  "Just what I've heard from my friends.  That's
all!" She exclaimed.  "I don't really know anything, okay!" "It's such a
funny word.  Cock!  Cooockk!  Cock-cock-cock!  Co-" "Ella!" I laughed,
"That's enough.  Honestly girls, you two surprise me at how little you
know. Haven't you been paying attention at school?" The girls looked at
each other, but I didn't let them respond.  "Well, I suppose your brothers
aren't in the mood for sharing their secret body-transforming abilities
right now, -� I laughed.  "But maybe later we can talk about it.  Right now
I have to call your father." The boys seemed eager to leave, and quickly
got up.  Junior shuffled forward to try and hide his erection, so I decided
to stall them.  "Just a minute boys!" I said as they were leaving.  Their
condition gave them their sister's full attention.  "We do need to talk
about this movie...  No stay there, this will only be a second." The boys
started to head back to their seats, but I preferred them standing.  "I'm
not sure how that movie was unrated, because it was naughty.  It's what I
would have expected from an 'R' rated movie-- I'm not sure your father
would have approved.  But, maybe it's okay.  We need to be comfortable
around each other and become closer as a family.  "So, IF you want to pick
an 'R' rated movie when it is your turn to choose one, then you have to
promise me two things: First, 'R' rated movies were intended for adults. 
If we're going to watch them, you all need to act like one.  That means no
hiding those," I pointed to the two deer-in-the-headlights standing by the
doorway, their erections still going strong.  "And no teasing what is
natural for boys.  You two girls are old enough now that you should know
how a man operates, and not make a deal about it." Ella nodded eagerly
while Cindy agreed less enthusiastically.  "And the second promise is:
until your father agrees that you are all mature enough to watch movies
like these, we won't be picking them while he's here.  You have to show ME
how mature you are first, then we will work on showing Dad just how mature
you've become.  I'm sure we can get him to come around.  "Is this
understood?" After the kids promised to adhere to my rules, I let Jake go.
He looked like he was about to explode for the second time that night. 
"Junior, would you come and get this movie?  When you're done with it,
please return it for me?" I knew Junior would put good use to the movie in
private, so expectantly, he agreed to fetch it from the DVD player.  And
also predictably, he did his silly walk in an attempt to hide what he was
sporting.  "Nu-uh.  Remember?  No hiding!" Junior sighed and straightened
up.  Reluctantly at first, but then quickly, he went to the DVD player. 
His straining pants in full view of his eager mother, and his now curious
sisters.  Junior snatched the DVD and quickly left.  "Is _someone_ going to
explain to me what a 'cock' is already?!" Ella whined once Junior had left
the room.  "Oh honey, a cock is just a happy penis.  It's just a word we'll
use between us girls, okay?" "'k.  Um, mom?  What does a penis look like?"
"Well baby, they look like..." Hmm, what do they look like, anyway?  "Um,
hotdogs?" "GROSS!" Cindy cried.  "Hotdogs with veins..." I explained
further.  "Ew, mama!" Ella joined Cindy's disgust.  "And they have a hairy
sack of balls at the end!" I giggled, seeing their faces.  "Oh you two,
they're not that bad.  I actually like them so much, I have a toy replica!"
"You do?!" They both asked in astonishment.  "Uh-huh.  Wanna see it?" I
played along.  I was feeling like a giddy teenager all over again.  "Ya!"
Ella answered.  Cindy didn't seem as interested, or at least didn't care to
express her interest.  "Hmm, it'll have to wait.  I need to call your
father!" I stood up as Ella pouted.  I could see disappointment in Cindy's
eyes too.  "Let's talk again soon!" I promised, teasingly.  I had hoped the
girls' anticipation would help me steer their interest in male anatomy in
the right direction.  Before today, I wasn't even sure they ever once
thought about cocks.  Tonight was only meant to be a mild introduction. 
Their young impressionable minds were finally beginning to wonder intently
about their male counterparts, and that was good enough for now.  It felt
odd to use their father as an excuse to end family time, though not that it
was really unusual.  On extended trips, Jonathan insisted on talking to his
children before they went to bed; but traditionally, we reserved a few
nights to talk in private.  This allowed Jonathan to have a night out on
the town, and not sound drunk around his kids.  * * * "So glad you decided
to call, finally!  I was too impatient waiting...  " I could tell Jonathan
was drunk.  He was angrier than he needed to be.  "Sorry honey, I didn't
mean to keep you waiting.  I was trying to teach your kids some new things,
and I lost track of the time." "Oh?  How are they?  The kids?" I proceeded
to selectively tell him about what they had been up to.  It was extremely
obvious he wasn't paying attention.  He seemed distracted.  "...You know
they miss you.  Actually, *I* miss you.  I can't wait to show you how much,
tomorrow--" "--Oh about that..." There was a pause on the phone for a
moment, "Sorry.  About tomorrow; the company wants me to stick around
another week and head up a conference in--" "--What?!" "I know, I knoww.. I
uhhhhg," there was a pause again.  "I really miss you too, baby, b-but...
It's just one week, and they'll m-make it up." You have got to be kidding!
First, I find out that he's not coming home tomorrow, and now this?  That
asshole!  "Is someone sucking your dick right now!?" I inquired, trying to
remain calm.  "Oh fuuuuck!" I put the phone down and breathed.  We did
agree to have an open marriage at one time.  It was a long time ago... 
Jonathan and I were still sex-obsessed, and we both felt cheated from being
rushed into marriage after my accidental pregnancy.  Except, having an open
marriage didn't really work out for us: Where I had incredible success
bringing home guys, despite Jonathan's good looks, he couldn't compete. 
Eventually he became jealous, and after a heated argument, I stopped
bringing home men and focused on becoming a mother.  Incidentally, after
all this time, the sexual side and the motherly side of me were about to
collide.  I suppose, with some consideration, I wasn't at all surprised by
this new revelation about Jonathan.  He was gone all the time.  He did have
a stronger than normal sex drive.  We never officially decided to end our
open marriage, either.  What else did I expect him to do while he was gone?
Masturbation only goes so far at satisfying one's needs.  I knew this more
than ever now.  It didn't mean he had to be tactless.  He could have waited
until after he told me he was staying another week; why now?  "Tell me
about her.  Did you pick her up from the street?" "She's not a prostitute--
Ow!-- She was at the hotel bar...  she's really cute" "Does she suck it as
well as I do?" "Nobody sucks dick like you-- Ow!-- I mean, it's different.
She's watching me right now with her big brown eyes.  Oh fuck...  Her
tongue is magical-- that's sooo good..." "She sounds...  exciting for you."
"Uh...  she's --uhnn- ...  Anyway, you know I can't turn something like
this down." "Speaking of which...  I think your kids might have caught the
'Jonathan bug' too." "Bug?  what do you m-mean?" "Well, let's just say J.R.
is getting to be quite the player," I lied.  "Player?  --oh fuck, slow
down-- When did you start calling him 'J.R' anyway?" "Ever since I started
playing with my panties filled with his jizz.  In fact he's probably
cumming all over his room to a nasty video we rented tonight, but I wish it
was me he was cumming all over instead!" At least, that's what I wanted to
tell him.  "Oh, let's just call it mother's intuition.  But really, I think
it's your daughters you should worry about..." "My daughters?  -- oh
yeaaah, suuuck it" Jonathan must have felt embolden now that his secret was
out of the bag, because he wasn't making any effort to hide his pleasure
anymore.  "They're not little kids anymore, Jonathan.  Even Ella, she
looked really slutty today," I lied "--oh fuck!  You should see this! 
She's got all of me...  inside her--" Amazing!  Jonathan didn't even
acknowledge that last one.  Was he even listening anymore?  "Now that I
think about it, I'm almost positive Cindy has her tits pierced.  She was
teasing Jake with the tiniest bikini today..." "SHE WHAT?!  -- wait a
minute, let's talk about this l-later...  o fuck, o fuck!" That's better.
"Oh yes, Cindy was putting on a show and I caught Jake leering at her, so I
looked too.  I couldn't blame him, Jonathan.  Jonathan?" Hearing only
panting now, I continued my lies.  "...at least we did good making 'em.  I
don't know how else to say it, but Cindy has really gorgeous tits.  I don't
think even your brown-eyed bar bimbo could compete.  Oh, and it's not just
Cindy either: Ella's round little ass is so invite--" "f-f-f-fuucck!!!"
Jonathan panted oudly, drowning out my words.  Jonathan continued to orgasm
as I told salacious lies about his kids.  Of all the lies I had made that
night, this was the one to take the cake.  Even as I said them, I worried
about the consequences if they were found out to be untrue.  Jonathan would
wonder what my motivation was.  He would doubt my ability as a parent to
bring up his children.  At least I was safe for another week.  Jonathan
wouldn't know I had lied if I turned my kids into little sex fiends before
he came home.  It would be difficult.  Sure, every teenager has a bridled
slut inside of them, but my kids had such a conservative upbringing, I
wasn't sure I could undo years of parenting barriers so quickly!  Though
after this phone call, my resolve was stronger than ever.  Jonathan wasn't
going to keep us all from having fun if he lacked the control to do so for
himself.  "Holy-shit!  I gotta go babes," Jonathan slurred, after
reprimanding whoever he was with for not swallowing his load.  "Call ya
tomorrow..." I hung up without saying goodnight.  After all, he already had
one.  My goodnight was at least a week off, and it made me angry.  Had
Jonathan plan to throw it in my face like this?  I was at a breaking point:
The trip to the adult novelty store, watching a raunchy movie with my kids,
talking openly about erections with my daughters, teasing my son!  And now
my husband getting off with another woman.  I had to cool off.  The sexual
frustration was unbearable.  That night I tried every goody in my black
bag. I fantasized about my boobs being sucked on like the slut in the movie
we watched.  Jack was attached to my left nipple, and Junior-- no, J.R.--
played with my right.  They kept sucking on them while I talked to Jonathan
on the phone and moaned over him as he droned off about work.  Needless to
say, it ended up being a long, but pleasurable night.  * * * MOTHERFOLLY -
CHAPTER 3

   "Good morning sleepy heads!" I laughed, watching my kids saunter into
the kitchen for breakfast.  "Mom!  Why aren't you dressed?" Ella asked with
some concern.  I was still dressed in my nightie and was sitting at the
table with a cup of coffee; the strap of my nightie was hanging dangerously
off my shoulder.  My children had all gotten up this morning expecting to
pick up their father from the airport.  "Your dad has to stay an extra
week. Sorry.  I should have told you all last night, but I didn't know if
everyone was already asleep..." It was a terrible excuse; but the truth
was, the turn of events last night put me in an unstable state of mind. 
Who knows what I would have done to one of my sweet little angels?  I had
thought a lot about the phone conversation last night with my husband.  I
decided it was actually a blessing in disguise.  Even though I hadn't told
him the truth, I still managed to reveal a lot to Jonathan.  If it wasn't
for those lips wrapped around his dick, he would have come home in a fit of
rage right then.  It's amazing just how far booze and sex can cloud one's
sensibilities.  I decided I would encourage a repeat performance just so I
could see how far I could take my lurid stories about our children.  "Are
we still going shopping, momma?" Ella asked, sitting down and pouring some
orange juice.  Ella unsurprisingly hadn't forgotten about my promise to
take her and her sister shopping for new wardrobes.  My drive for getting
my daughters to show more skin was primarily motivated by my desire to
increase me son's masturbation frequency.  I wasn't sure I needed my girls
for this cause anymore; but now that my husband was expecting his daughters
to have gone off the sexual deep end, I felt especially obligated.  At
least that was part of it.  The darker side of me really wanted to see how
far my son could be tormented.  I wanted to see what would happen when he
snapped.  He was already cumming in my panties.  What was the next level?
"Just as soon as you're...  I mean, as soon as I'm ready to go," I
corrected myself, realizing that I was the only one not dressed.  "I was
hoping to bring your brothers along with us, that way you could get a
second opinion, -� I stated, almost questioningly to the two boys now
groggily downing their pancakes.  "Not me, I'm going back to bed," J.R. 
insisted.  He had been eyeing me all morning like I was the missing piece
of bacon to his breakfast.  I thought for sure he would be eager to see
more of me, but I guess he didn't know just how worthwhile I was going to
make it for him.  "I'll go...  I need a new hat," Jake sighed.  "Fine.  By
the way, have you two taken your vitamins yet?  I shouldn't have to remind
you two." I left the labeless bottle on the table and hoped they'd get in
the habit of taking the pills.  I wasn't entirely sure they worked-- there
was no question the two boys were incredibly horny last night, but it was
also the first time they saw exposed breasts, not to mention their mother
in a sexy nightie.  We all ate breakfast together and joked about how
Jonathan's seat at the table was getting dusty.  My kids genuinely missed
their dad, and were disappointed they weren't going to see him that
morning. Otherwise, they seemed more chipper than usual.  Maybe last
night's festivities had lasting effects.  After breakfast, I went up to
shower and get ready.  I felt daring today, so wore my shelf bra and
crotchless panties.  But I chickened out on my attire, and dressed more
formal.  My skirt was longer than yesterday, and my silk blouse was looser,
though the material made every curve stand out perfectly.  My nipples could
be seen even when I wasn't excited.  I looked high-class, with a sexy
twist. Last night seemed like a blur.  I remember staying up well into the
night with my new best friend, the hibatchi wand.  I hadn't meant to
exactly, but I actually brought myself to my first orgasm while still
wearing my nightie and blue panties.  It was probably the quickest orgasm I
brought myself to in...  forever.  My panties were soaked.  After that, I
formed a new masturbation game.  I was to go through as many new pair of
panties as I could and orgasm into them, one right after the other.  Let's
just say, J.R.  had his choice of dirty laundry to pick from this morning.
Maybe it was a good thing he was staying home after all; I was especially
anxious to get my fix of cum today.  My anxiety was also in part to my fear
that J.R.  had forgotten all about my panties now that he had that DVD to
fuel his imagination.  Hopefully I wouldn't be paying too many late fees on
last night's rental, especially if I wasn't going to be benefiting from it
directly.  * * * "Oh honey, you know I love it that you're not hiding that
from me, but you can't go to the mall like that...  Here let me show you
what your father does when he has to hide it." "Sorry mom, I don't know why
it's doing that all of a sudden--" Jake's sentence stopped short when I
reached into his pants and grabbed his erect cock for the first time, and
slid it under his belt.  I briefly felt the tip of his exposed and slightly
wet penis before removing my hand and letting his shirt cover him.  Jake
was completely taken back, but I shrugged it off.  "Just make sure your
shirt doesn't ride up!" I laughed.  "Loosen your belt if it gets too
uncomfortable, dear." My heart pulsed with excitement; not only do those
magnificent pills work, I just managed to grab my son's excited cock!  It
was so warm, and hard!  It was a brief contact, but it was completely
unplanned.  I tried my best not to show him how much I enjoyed touching
him. I figured if he thought I was just helping him out in a motherly way,
he'd let his guard down.  Maybe even enough to let me eventually fondle him
properly.  "Does Jake have a cock again today?" Ella innocently asked,
coming down the stairs and noticing my hand leaving Jake's trousers.  "All
boys have cocks, silly!" Cindy corrected.  She was following just a few
feet behind Ella, but didn't notice Jake and I the way Cindy had.  "That's
right Cindy.  Sometimes cocks are more noticeable than usual.  I was just
showing Jake how to hide his." "But...  I thought they weren't supposed to
hide cocks anymore?" Ella asked, not sure if she should be asking me or
reminding me.  "Yes.  I'm so proud of your memory, sweetheart.  But that's
only because we are all acting like adults now.  Right?  Once we get to the
mall, there will be lots of immature children there," I smirked, knowing
how true that was.  Cindy and Ella both liked how I inferred they were
mature now, and smiled at my comment.  Jake wasn't sure what to think, but
spoke up: "If we're just gonna stand around, I'm staying here" he
threatened.  * * * At the mall, the girls and I went to different stores
until we found one I thought offered the best type of clothing I wanted my
daughter's to wear around their brothers.  I had given Jake $40 to spend on
a new hat, telling him to hurry back so we could get his opinion on the
girl's new attire.  I reasoned I was too old to know for certain what was
fashionable for kids now days, and his advice was needed.  We hadn't even
started to look through the isles when Jake came walking in with a new hat.
"Looks good!  I like!" I complimented as he came closer.  "How'd you find
us, anyway?" Jake ignored me, and eventually asked a question of his own:
"Umm...  Mom, can I ask you something?" "Of course!  What is it?" I
suddenly became concerned, and directed him away from his sisters who were
now busily looking through the racks.  "It's just, my-- it's being weird.
Like, normally I...  Uh," he looked down in an attempt to clue me in
without having to be direct.  I understood immediately what he was fusing
about, and looked down at his crotch area.  A small wet spot had formed on
his shirt from where his precum had soiled it.  "Oh my god, I forgot!  Are
you still hard?" I quietly asked, a little shocked.  "Maybe it's those
vitamins, -� I revealed.  "What do I do?" He asked impatiently, looking a
little pale.  "Oh, no, no, no," I assured him, reading his mind.  "This is
a good thing-- You're finally having a growth spurt.  You're doing great!"
I wasn't lying.  I just didn't say it right.  He was going to spurt from
his growth alright, and it was a VERY good thing.  "But..." Jake didn't
finish his sentence.  "But what, dear?" I rubbed his arm tenderly in
encouragement.  "What if I make a mess...?  Like I did last night?" "You
made a mess last night?" I asked, pretending to be surprised.  "Kinda. 
Twice...  No, thrice...  And a few times this morning..." Now I was really
shocked.  "How much?!  I mean where-- where did you make a mess?" "It kinda
got on my pillow.  I couldn't stop it!" I wanted to snicker, but held
myself back given how exposed he was feeling.  So it was true; he still
hadn't figured out how to take care of himself.  I thought by now he'd at
least know how to use some tissues for easy cleanup...  no matter.  What a
waste of perfectly good cum!  "Oh, I see...  hmm.  That is unusual," I
said, trying to cool my imagination.  "I knew it!" he said, then repeated
it to himself quietly but with more panic in his voice.

   "Mo-om!  Are you going to help us, or not?" Cindy whined from the rack
she was looking through.  "Everything is too small, I don't see anything!"
"Okay, just a minute, please" I commanded with some firmness in my voice. I
wanted to help the girls, but I also wasn't sure what to do about Jake.  He
had a point; what if he did "make a mess" while we were shopping?  It would
be very noticeable if he came while his penis was poking out of his pants.
His shirt would be drenched, assuming his shirt would catch it all before
it oozed down his pants.  Thinking quickly, I searched my purse.  "Ah ha! I
still have one...  These things expire?  Who knew?" "What?" Jake asked
trying to see what I was looking at.  "This.  Here, take it into the
changing room and put it on," I said pointing to a stall and handing him a
condom.  I had kept a lucky one in my purse for a few years.  Sometimes
having a condom was nice when Jonathan and I were out and wanted a quicky
without the mess.  But Jonathan always seemed to have one on him now. 
After last night, I knew why.  Jonathan was packing condoms because he was
putting them to good use without me.  Jake looked at the wrapped condom in
his hand and stood there.  He had this expression on his face as if I had
asked him to reach into a hat and pull out a magical bunny.  "Do you want
me to show you how that works?" I asked.  Jake nodded.  "That IS what moms
are for, huh babe?" I smiled, knowing how wrong that statement was.  I
looked around for someone to help us get a changing room.  I wasn't sure
how I'd explain it exactly: me going in to a changing room with my son. 
But it was better than trying to go into a bathroom with him.  Annoyingly,
the staff at the clothing store were all standing around chatting amongst
themselves, and seemed completely oblivious to the customers.  "We will
just have to crawl under one of them...  I'm sure they won't mind," I
directed to Jake walking over to a stall near the end.  He crawled under
the door with ease.  I was about to do the same, when he opened the door.
We both made fun of my scatter-brain failure at realizing the doors opened
from the inside.  "Now, it's really easy," I began, retrieving the condom
again.  "This is called a condom, and it's something every man needs to
know how to use." I peeled open the wrapper and handed the rolled up condom
to Jake.  "Eww, it's slimy!" "Yes, that helps you cum-- make your mess,
faster.  When we get home, I'll give you something else to help with that
too!" "Faster?  But -- why?" "You'll see.  Put it on sweetie." "Er...  I
just...?  Right here?" I knelt down.  We needed to get this done sooner
than later.  "Of course!  Honestly sweetheart, it's no big deal.  Let me
show you how it works so there's no confusion." I reached out and unzipped
my son's eager cock.  I had expected it to spring out, but instead it
stayed standing straight up, pointed to the ceiling.  Taking my hand, I
pushed down on it; forcing a string of precum to snap from his shirt and
drip down to the floor.  I felt dizzy.  Instinctively, I leaned in,
yearning to suck it.  Oh my god!  Could I?  "What's wrong?  Is it... 
normal?" Jake asked, concerned that I wasn't doing what he expected.  His
body had tensed the moment I touched him.  "Oh honey, if I were you, I'd
have a difficult time not showing this thing off constantly!  It's
beautiful," I gushed, squeezing his hard shaft.  His penis was smooth and
thick, and if I were to estimate, 6 inches long.  "God, I can feel your
pulse through it." Did I mean to say that out loud?  I looked beyond his
throbbing cocks and noticed how tight his fat balls were; they looked like
they couldn't hold back much longer.  What happened to me?  I was only
going to seduce J.R.  because I knew we shared the same fantasy.  But now
that I had seen Jake's sexy love stick, I had to see what it was capable
of. I needed Jake to cum.  I had to taste him.

   *knock, knock, knock* "Anyone in there?" I heard a woman call out,
startling the shit out of me.  "Yes, one moment please!" I called back, and
brought a finger to my mouth to communicate for Jake to remain silent.  He
looked down at me while I held him, his cock inches from my face.  He
grinned.  All morning I played it off like what we were doing was normal,
but now it was obvious we had to be covert about it.  Frazzled now, I
quickly helped Jake roll the condom on to his penis, and then I silently
showed him how to pull up on the tip of the condom so that he had ample
room for his spunk.  I let go of my son's cock, letting it flip back up to
his tummy, and zipped him up.  "I'm going to leave first," I whispered. 
"Then when I call your name, you can come out too, okay?" Jake nodded.  I
exited the door feeling very self-conscious.  My excitement not only showed
in my flushed face, but it was dripping down my leg.  My blouse seemed to
accentuate my very hard nipples.  Why did I have to pick this lingerie
today?

   "Oh theeeere you are!" Ella exclaimed, running over to me.  "We didn't
know where you were, so Cindy decided to get a room and try on some shorts
she found...  You have to promise you won't be mad!" "Mad?  Why would I be,
sweetheart?" I aready was.  She and her sister interrupted my fun with Jake
when they asked for a changing room.  "Jake!o" I yelled.  Jake immediately
exited the changing room.  Ella didn't even notice it was the same room I
was in, and thankfully no staff was around anymore.  "--because the shorts
are kind of...  short," Ella answered over my yelling for Jake to make an
exit.  "Oh?" I called out to the stalls in front of me: "Cindy?  How do
they fit?  Let's see them!" "Are you sure, mom?" I heard her muffled voice
from one of the stalls.  "Cindy!  Come on.  Out with you!" She clicked open
the door and meagerly stepped out.  Ella was right; Cindy's faded shorts
were _very_ short.  The pouch of the pockets could be seen sticking out
below the torn hem.  "Oooh, now that's hot!  What do you think Jake?" I
asked, turning to my son.  Jake didn't speak.  He didn't need to.  His
mouth was open, and I knew we were going home with these shorts, and many
others like it.  Ella spoke in Jake's place: "It's hot.  Definitely hot."
Cindy twirled quickly like I always do when I show off.  "Just a minute. 
Turn around please," I ordered.  Cindy turned and looked back.  I could see
the start of her ass cheeks curving out from below the shorts.  She would
give guys heart attacks wearing this.  "Yup.  Those are shorts all right,"
I laughed.  "Are they too short mom?" Cindy asked.  "Hmm.  I'm not sure. 
Can you bend over in them?" Cindy bent over slightly, and the shorts rode
up higher.  "Is that as far as you can bend, honey?" I asked, but already
knew Cindy was just being shy.  Cindy didn't respond, instead she showed me
by bending over so far that her hair almost touched the floor.  Seeing my
daughter in this compromising position was doing strange things to my
already lust-filled heart.  It was so wrong to see her like this.  It was
even more wrong to let her siblings see her like this.  And I loved it. 
The way Cindy's shorts hugged her body left little to the imagination.  The
space between her legs had strained under the pressure, and we could all
see how her legs came together to form her honey pot.  She was in the
perfect position to be taken by a man.  Jake swallowed loudly.  "Oh!  I
know what's missing," I feigned.  "Wait right there.  Don't change out of
them!" I playfully slapped Cindy's ass when I left, causing the girls to
giggle.  Jake stayed where he was; unquestionably in a stupor of dirty
thoughts.  Ella went excitedly to help Cindy pose in the mirror.  When I
came back, Ella asked me quietly what Jake's "deal" was today.  Apparently
he was making funny noises.  "He's just feeling a little off today," I
assured her looking over at him, but when I saw him I knew I needed to
check in on him.  He seemed aloof, pacing back and forth near the changing
rooms.  "Here, Cindy.  Try these on with your new shorts," I passed her a
very small bikini and a sheer loose t-shirt.  "Is this for when we go
swimming?" she asked, confused.  "It can be, but it also works as a
standalone outfit.  Just wear the shirt over the bikini top." Soon Cindy
was standing in front of us again, this time her look was complete.  The
t-shirt she was wearing was so sheer; you could easily see she was wearing
the tiniest bikini top over her ample boobs.  The bikini top didn't have
any work to do, because her playful breasts had an unusual firmness about
them; as if her young skin wasn't ready for how large they were yet.  Her
long legs that were on display with the shorts she wore helped to balance
out the distraction.  She was the epitome of sexual appeal.  Unfortunately,
the one-piece swimsuit she had been wearing all summer left her with the
worst tan lines.  "Hmm, we need to work on your tan before you can wear
that.  What do you think, Jake?" "Umm, mom," he whispered.  "I need another
condom!" * * *

   The shopping trip was an amazing success.  After Jake revealed he was
still hard, and I felt assured that the condom wouldn't slip off, I had him
adjust it so that he had more room to make "messes" in.  I told him to let
his cock do its thing as much as it wanted, and to "just try and ignore
it". After that, he seemed quite happy.  In fact, he was really getting
into what the girls were picking out, and was unusually enthusiastic about
the girl's selected apparel.  We ended up spending a full three hours
trying on various things for both Ella and Cindy.  Unsurprisingly, Ella
wanted the same things as her big sister; so by the end of the shopping
spree, she too looked like an undisciplined young woman with a bad case of
the puberty.  I couldn't decide who was sexier between them.  They were
strikingly different and beautiful in their own way.  Ella always had a
deeply innocent look about her with her big eyes and her dark wavy hair. 
Despite her wider than normal hips (for her age) and round butt, Ella's
body didn't scream sex the way her sister's did.  It was confusing watching
Ella dress in the slutware I encouraged her to try on.  She still looked
like a child wanting to play make-believe; only, instead of the usual roles
of "house", she wanted to play the exotic mistress.  The girls' dark tans
added an extra "pop" to their appearance, and it seemed like their bodies
were designed especially for revealing clothing.  My sons didn't have a
chance against the visuals I was about to throw at them.

   "How full is it, can I see?" Jake lifted his shirt.  I could see the tip
of his wrapped penis sticking through the top of his pants.  The condom was
almost pulled all the way off; the bulk of it drooped down the side of him
back into his pants.  He lifted the spent condom out from his waistband and
held it.  It was full.  "Wow!" I couldn't help myself from exclaiming, and
touched the full roll.  "And you're still hard after all this?" "Should I
keep it on?" "Oh no honey, the rule is when you're home, you don't wear a
condom.  They're only for when you go out.  You can just tuck that bad boy
back in your pants again and make your messes where you please." I
carefully pulled off the condom from my son's prick and tied the end into a
knot while Jake readjusted himself, causing his pants to tent slightly
again.  "I have lots of spare condoms in my nightstand by the bed, help
yourself when you go out to the skate park." Jake watched me play with the
condom while we stood in the parking lot of the mall.  I was still in
disbelief with how much sperm he produced in just 3 hours, he should be
drained for a week- how did he still have a hard on?  Placing the full
condom in my purse, I looked around.  One of the parked cars had a man in
it who probably elected to sit and wait in the car for whoever was out
shopping.  From the look on his face, I knew he had witnessed the whole
thing.  I waved to him and smiled politely, but he didn't even acknowledge
me.  I didn't know what he was thinking, and I decided it wasn't worth
finding out.  We needed to leave.  Jake and I hurried over to our car where
the girls were waiting.  "Hey you!  What do you think you're doing missy?"
Cindy was sitting in the driver's seat.  "Didn't you know?  I'm driving
home today, mom.  You know, since we're all 'adults' now and stuff?" Ella
was sitting in the passenger seat and was laughing.  Before I could
respond, Cindy snatched my purse in search for the keys.  "Why you little
brat!" "What's this?  A stress reliever?" Cindy found the balloon-like
condom and started squeezing it in her hands.  "In more ways than one.  And
I'm going to need it to relieve some stress soon if you don't get out of my
seat!" "Aw mom, you're no fun," Cindy whined, crawling over the panel to
the back seat where Jake was sitting.  "Hey!  That's mine!" Jake said,
startled to see Cindy holding the full condom in her hands.  Jake tried to
wrestle it from her.  "_Yours?!_" Cindy cried obliviously, trying to push
Jake off her.  "I stole it from mom fair and square.  It's mine!" For a
moment I was worried the condom would break or that Cindy would realize
what it really was, but decided I didn't care.  I looked at Ella and
goofily shrugged my eyebrows.  She smiled.  "Buckle up you two!" I backed
out of the stall and headed out for home.  Eventually Cindy gave up trying
to withhold the condom from Jake and threw it to Ella, sticking her tongue
out at Jake as she did.  Jake started to complain loudly, so I decided to
end the drama and make Ella put the condom back in my purse.  The
conversation soon switched to the new clothes the girls bought, and we
talked about going out again for different accessories.  Jake volunteered
to come with us again, and the girls teased him about it.  I joined in.  "I
bet if J.R.  knew what you two looked like in those skimpy outfits, he'd be
volunteering to come too!" I joked, putting an emphasis on "come".  Judging
by how full the condom was, there had been plenty of that going on too. 
"Yah right momma, J.R.  spends all his time in his room.  He'd never come
shopping with us!" Ella doubted "Boys!  So boring," Cindy lamented "What do
you think he's doing right now with the whole house to himself?" I played
along, knowing full well what he was up to.  "Xbox!" all three chimed in
unison, and laughed.  How cute their cluelessness was.  "Hey, we should go
sneak up on him!" I suggested.  The kids thought it was a great idea.  It
wasn't.  It was a bad idea, except I was having a lot of fun with bad ideas
recently.  At the house, I purposely left the car parked outside of the
garage.  I told the kids we should go around back and sneak in through the
walkout basement's sliding doors.  The TV that had the Xbox hookup was
located off of the living room, and you could hear the front door open
easily from there.  Of course, that's assumed he really was playing Xbox.
Jake was especially keen on scaring his brother, and raced around back. 
Before the three of us arrived with our bags in tow, Jake came back to stop
us.  "Uh, guys.  'Might not be a good idea to sneak up on J.R.  right
now..." "Why not?  How do you know?" I asked, trying to look around him to
the window.  Cindy and Ella didn't stop and kept going, peering inside. 
"Ew, what's he doing?" Ella asked, "Is that your underwear, mom?" Cindy
chimed in.  Okay, now I had to see.  I gave Jake a reassuring look, and
went to the window.  The angle from the window didn't give us the best
view, but it was obvious what J.R.  was doing: he was watching the DVD in
the new movie room and had forwarded the movie to the strip club scene.  He
was aggressively pumping his cock.  A pair of my panties was wrapped around
his prick, while he held another to his nose.  I was ecstatic!  "Oh.  My.
Gosh," Cindy gushed.  "What's he doing, momma?" "Oooh.  Not playing Xbox.
Maybe Jake is right, now is not a good time to sneak in on him" Jake was
watching too.  I felt a little disappointed that he was learning how to
masturbate properly from his brother.  I was looking forward to teaching
him myself.  Maybe I still could.  "Um, mom.  Why does he have your
underwear anyway?" Cindy asked, not looking away.  "He's mast-- He's
milking his cock, dear" I answered.  "Milking?  Like a cow?!" Ella asked.
"Yes, just like a cow, baby.  He has to pull on it until some boy milk
comes out.  Usually a woman helps with this because boys need the sight and
smell of a woman to help them," I lied.  "Wiiierd," Ella correctly decided.
"It's actually quite nice once you get used to it, dear," I assured her. 
"Guys do it just for us.  It's the best compliment a girl can get when a
guy produces milk for them" "How come I never heard 'bout it?" Cindy asked.
"I know Parker has a crush on me, and I haven't seen his milk!" "How do you
know?" I teased, assuming Parker was one of Cindy's classmates.  "I bet he
has a gallon of milk with your name on it!  Anyway, guys need to do this by
themselves when a girl isn't available to help them.  It's very important
guys milk themselves regularly or it can be really bad for them.

   "In fact, after today, I'm a little worried about you," I nudged Jake
who was now looking at the ground uncomfortably.  "That sounds horrible! 
But, um.  I feel kinda funny, momma.  Maybe we should help him?" Ella
asked. She was full of good ideas, except I wasn't about to share J.R with
her.  It'd be too difficult to explain my actions to her.  "I think I just
saw it!" Cindy gasped a little too loudly for my comfort.  Fortunately, J.R
was way too far gone to notice us now.  Cindy had seen it.  J.R.'s cock
shot a large load of "milk" straight up in the air before J.R covered it
with my panties.  His jerking movement went sporadic, and even over the
movie's sound we could hear him moaning.  "That's right, milk it into your
mommy's panties baby," I couldn't help but comment to myself in a sultry
voice.  For a moment, we could see the cum splatter out against the
panties. Then J.R.  leaned forward and curled up both of his hands.  With
the panties in them, he stuffed his cock into his fists so that he could
contain the sticky goo better.  "Let's go back to the car before he sees
us!" I said, breaking out of my trance.  I ushered everyone back to the
car. "Where are we going now?" Cindy asked, as we pulled out.  "Just around
the block a few times.  J.R.  will need some time to clean up." "I didn't
get to see all of his milk, momma.  How much does he make?" Ella whined. 
"I thought boys made sperm or something?" Cindy's confusion equaled Ella's.
"Show us, Jake!" Ella demanded, reaching back and trying to pull down
Jake's pants.  Jake looked at me through the rear view mirror, not knowing
what he should do.  "Just a minute you two." I pulled over so I could look
at my daughters better.  Things were getting out of hand again.  "What we
saw was very unfair to your brother.  Would you like it if J.R.  or Jake
watched you two with your pants around your ankles?" I asked seriously. 
The two girls understood what I was saying and became more subdued, but not
quite convinced.  "In fact, I think we've cheated him.  Until he sees you
BOTH naked, he better not know we've seen him.  It's only fair" "But mom,
we didn't see him naked!" "It's true momma, we didn't really see anything"
The girls were mostly right.  J.R.'s pants were around his ankles, but he
was sitting on the loveseat and was otherwise clothed.  From our angle, we
only saw the top of his penis sticking out from the armrest, and even that
was mostly wrapped in my panties.  "Hmm, what do you think Jake?  Should we
tell J.R?" Jake shrugged, and I realized then that Jake was going to tell
him about today no matter what we decided.  I sighed.  "You know what?  You
guys are so right.  We should _never_ keep secrets from each other.  Let's
go home." In less than a minute, we were in the garage of the house.  J.R.
came walking down the stairs as we entered.  He was slightly out of breath,
and we all knew why.  He must have scrambled to clean up when he heard the
garage door open.  "'bout time!  I was getting hungry!" he said in his most
innocent voice.  "Oh J.R!" Ella ran to hug her brother.  "I didn't realize
what you guys have to go through for us girls!" Somehow Ella overly
romanticized my special version of sex education, and I knew I had to put
her on the right path eventually.  "Okay, what did I miss at the mall?"
J.R. laughed, awkwardly hugging Ella back.  "We saw you jerkin' it," Cindy
revealed, flatly.  Her term for it made me question if she knew more about
masturbation than I thought.  "What are you talking about?" he asked
defensively, though his face turned bright red.  He knew exactly what she
was talking about.  "Cindy!" I reprimanded.  "It's true J.R.!  we were
gonna sneak up on you to scare you!  But--" Ella started to explain.  J.R's
mouth dropped open, and he looked at me in horror.  "--but we saw you were
taking care of business like every male does." I interjected.  "Honestly
sweetheart, we didn't see anything, it's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"The couch was in the way, but I could almost see the milk--" "Ella,
there's no point in beating a dead horse." It was one thing to admit we
caught him masturbating, but it was another to admit we watched him
complete the deed.  "Like I said, every guy has to do this.  Your dad does
it at least daily." Oops, I didn't mean for that factoid to come out, did
I? "Dad does it?!" Ella gasped.  "T.M.I, mom.  T.M.I," Cindy said.  I had
recently learned that the commonly used teenage lingo "T.M.I" stood for
"Too Much Information".  "Poor daddy!  You can't help him when he's away
working, huh?" "Oh, he manages just fie, sweetheart.  When he's home I help
as much as--" "Okkkayy," Jake spoke up.  "I'm going to my room." "Um, me
too," J.R agreed.  He looked relieved that he wasn't the topic of
conversation anymore.  "What!" Ella whined, "Why can't I know?!  Nobody
ever tells me anything!" She yelled, and stomped off to her room too. 
Cindy rolled her eyes and went to the laundry room to wash her new clothes.
"I guess the bedroom is the place to be right now," I laughed to Cindy, and
headed for the stairs.

   J.R.  had hidden the two cum drenched panties at the bottom of my
hamper. I pulled them out excitedly, and smelt them.  Some of the spend got
on my nose, and I licked it off.  "Holy fuck," I thought to myself.  "I
love it.  I love his fucking cum!" I placed my finger in the gooey
substance and tasted it again.  "Does Jonathan's taste this good too?  God
I could drink this from a bottle!" I pulled up my skirt and looked at my
legs.  They were wet.  My panties did nothing to conceal my excitement, so
I stepped out of them.  There was no point in wearing these again until I
had an audience to show them off to.  I ran my hand over my exposed mound
and shivered.  I needed to cum in the worst way.  I carefully removed
J.R.'s spunk from my panties, squeegeeing out every drop into my hand. 
There was a lot of it.  Holding my hand up, I spread my fingers so I could
watch the goo string from tip to tip and then droop down to my palm.  "Was
this just one load?" I wondered aloud.  By now I was used to playing with
J.R's cum, but I couldn't remember there being so much of it.  I licked my
finger.  Then the other.  And another.  "Ahem!" Quickly I turned.  Cindy
was inside my room, just beyond the door.  She caught me red handed again!
Well, white handed.  One of my fingers was still in my mouth.  "I'm on to
you," she smirked, folding her arms.  "Whatever do you mean?" I asked
innocently.  "I know why--" She started I raised my skirt again and
massaged the remaining cum in my palm over and in my exposed, bald pussy.
Cindy saw all of it from only a few feet away.  "--why you like your
panties so much" She finally completed, though much more quietly.  She
probably wasn't expecting me to do that.  "Speaking of panties: I'm in need
of some.  I can't decide which one I should wear." I held out the two damp
panties we both saw J.R.  abusing earlier.  "The blue pair, or the black?"
Cindy's mouth opened in disbelief.  "Well?" "The- the black pair." She
stated, gaining some of her snarky confidence again.  "Didn't you wear the
blue ones last night?" "Oh you're right!  Thank you, they probably really
smell like mom's pussy, huh?" I winked, trying to remind Cindy with a
visual image of when J.R's nose was nestled in them earlier.  I stepped
into the black pair and pulled them up until they covered my sloppy pussy.
I patted my mound a few times so Cindy could hear the cum trapped inside my
panties splat against my hand.  "By the way, did you ever try on the ones I
got for you?" I asked inquisitively for the second time, and adjusting my
skirt back down.  Cindy smiled.  She lifted her pink loose fitting t-shirt
and pulled down the tips of her capris just enough for me to see the frilly
black pair peeking out.  "Good girl," I smiled.  "We match!" Cindy didn't
say anything, but stepped in to my room further and took the blue panties
from my hand.  Then she did something _I_ didn't expect.  She smelled them.
"Huh." She simply said.  "Should I throw these in the wash?  I haven't
started them yet." Wow, Cindy had perfected her bratiness.  She hadn't even
started the laundry!  Instead, she had decided to follow me up to my room
so she could watch what I was up to.  She had seen the whole show. 
"...because I'm not sure if they should be washed yet..." she continued
when I didn't reply right away.  "Hmmm...  No, I think those ones are ready
for the wash.  Thank you darling." As Cindy left with my panties, I
regretted not letting her smell the black pair.  It stunk of cum.  She
would have liked that.  Wouldn't have she?  * * * Cindy's interruption left
me frustrated.  I badly needed sexual release, but before I could get down
to it, Ella came in to tell me her tummy was rumbling.  I tried to shoo her
away, but then Jake called out he was hungry too.  So, grudgingly, I made
my way back downstairs into the kitchen.  My kids were old enough to make
their own food; but when they did, we didn't eat together and I found
myself cleaning peanut butter off the living room floor.  My purse was
lying on the table where I last left it.  Habitually, I picked it up and
carried it to the coat rack.  As I hung it, I saw the full condom, and my
heart skipped.  How could I have forgotten!  I greedily grabbed it, and
tried to untie it.  I was anxious to taste Jake.  The knot was too tight. I
would need to cut it.  "What are we having for lunch?" Cindy asked,
startling me.  "Why are you stressed, anyway?" Cindy noticed the condom in
my hand, which she had mistaken as a squeeze toy for relieving stress. 
"Cindy!  You have got to stop sneaking up on me!" I laughed, "Anyway, this
isn't a stress reliever," I said jiggling the condom, "It's...  milk.  And
I was going to make tuna sandwiches for lunch." Cindy's eyes widened when I
told her it was milk; things were starting to come together.  She was about
to speak, but Ella jumped up the stairs: "Tuna!  Oh mom.  Yuck!  Mac 'n
cheese!" "Even easier.  Macaroni and cheese it is," I agreed.  "Yay!" Ella
exclaimed "Tuna fish tomorrow," I let on.  Ella pouted but seemed satisfied
of her small victory for the day.  Cindy never stopped looking at me
funnily during the conversation; but didn't protest when her sister called
out for her.  The two of them went back downstairs.  The movie room was
becoming the new hangout spot.  Not wanting to be caught again, I headed
for the kitchen and got to working on the macaroni.  But, as I started to
prepare lunch, I couldn't get the cum-filled condom out of my head; so,
while the pot of water was heating, I cut it open.  I could immediately
smell the wonderful mixture of my son's seed and became dizzy with lust
again.  This was going to happen.  Finally!  I brought the condom up to my
lips, and let some of its content fill my mouth.  The salty mix and slimy
texture was too good to simply swallow, so I took my time savoring it with
my tongue.  I was working out how different it tasted compared to J.R's
jizz, when I heard someone coming.  "Is lunch ready yet?" J.R.  sat on the
stool across from the burner; he was staring at my hardened nipples that my
blouse did nothing to suppress.  I finished tying up the still mostly-full
condom, and casually placed it back on the counter.  Then I swallowed the
delicious cream in my mouth.  "Oh hi, J.R.  'Be about 15 minutes." Jake
looked at me for a while.  I knew he wanted to talk to me, but I didn't
want to pressure anything out of him.  He should be comfortable coming to
me for whatever reason, and on his own time.  "What's that, anyway?" he
asked, pointing to the condom.  "Your brother's honey spunk" I said,
picking up the condom and tossing it to him.  It was a huge risk, but I was
on a cum-high now that I had tasted both of my sons.  I felt reckless. 
J.R. didn't seem to register what I said, and with a perplexed expression,
he examined the condom.  All at once, he understood.  "How?  What??  I
don't even!" J.R.  flustered words came out at record speed.  I suppressed
a smile, and continued cutting a tomato without obliging him with answers.
J.R.  dropped the condom on the counter and sat there a moment.  Something
else was on his mind.  "Mom..." he spoke up, absently staring at the
condom. "Yes, dear?" I asked in a relaxed voice.  "Did...  did you guys
really see me today?  You know...  doing it?" "Oh that," I acted as if I
had forgotten.  "Yup.  We did.  Like I said, 'no biggie'," I imitated his
language hoping it'd relax him.  "Did you notice...  did you see I had...?"
I stopped cutting, and turned to face him.  Placing my hands on my thighs,
I smiled.  Seductively, I pulled up my skirt until the black panties came
into view.  I grabbed the sides of the panties and pulled them up and out
slightly.  "These?" I wish I had a camera on me.  I think his heart
stopped. "Dannngg!" He breathed.  "I thought you already knew.  I'm
flattered you keep doing it." I let my skirt fall as I walked over to him.
I picked up the condom, and returned to the water that was boiling.  As I
poured the pasta, something simply evil came to me.  "Actually, about
that...  and this" I began, holding the condom up.  "I was wondering if you
and your brother would help me with something very important?" "Anything,
mom!" J.R.  spat.  Whether he knew where I was going with my question, or
whether he was elated he wasn't in trouble for his actions, I didn't know.
Whatever he was feeling, I had his complete cooperation.  Quietly I took
the cheese mixture and divided it evenly into two bowls.  "I need you and
Jake to be completely comfortable around each other.  And you have to keep
this between us..." "Of course, mom." J.R.  seemed especially eager to find
out what I was going to ask.  I picked up the scissors and cut open the
condom again.  Looking directly at J.R.  to capture his reaction, I poured
the cum into one of the cheese bowls.  His eyes widened, but never left the
sight of the white and translucent goo now covering the bright orange
cheese.  I looked at him for a moment with an open mouth smile.  I loved
that he was watching me do this.  Taking a fork I mixed the cum in with the
cheese.  "Your sisters need to get use to the taste of cum, don't you
think?" I asked, whisking the cheese.  My tongue ran across the top of my
open smile.  "I- I hadn't thought about it-- Yes!  Yes they do," he said
playfully, finally looking at me.  "I still want you to enjoy my panties
whenever you like.  But for God's sake, don't you dare throw away another
drop of this stuff, ok?" "But, how?" "Just a minute, let me check on your
sisters and get your brother.  Watch the pasta, honey?" Cindy and Ella were
strewn across the loveseats in the basement, listening to the radio and
talking about their new clothes.  They didn't see me, so I didn't interrupt
them and hastily headed upstairs.  I made a trip to my bedroom before
knocking on Jake's door.  "Just a sec!" he yelled.  I gave him a few
seconds, then opened the door.  Jake was lying under the covers.  "Aw, mom.
I'm trying to sleep!" "No you weren't.  You're hungry, remember?  Come on'"
I grabbed his hand and pulled him up.  Jake desperately tried to keep his
blanket covering him, but his surprise at my sudden insistence prevented
him from getting a good grip.  "Perfect!" I said, looking at his partly
exposed cock, and trying to sound like I was surprised to see it out, "Just
what I need right now!" "Come on down to the kitchen.  J.R.'s already
there-- We're going to try something.  No honey, don't bother pulling them
all the way up" I instructed, stopping Jake from trying to fasten his belt
and zip up.

   "Okay boys!" I exclaimed once we were all in the kitchen.  Jake still
seemed slightly embarrassed, and was holding up his pants.  I presented the
masturbation device I had fetched in my room before grabbing Jake.  "I was
just telling your brother," I spoke to Jake, "that your sisters needed to
get use to the taste of cum." Jake looked puzzlingly at J.R.  who was
smiling.  "What I mean is...  you know how I talked about boys making
milk?" I picked up the empty condom to help Jake understand.  Jake's
expression changed to what J.R's was a moment ago.  "Well it's called
'cum', dear.  And it's very good for women," I lied.  "Now your sisters
don't need it yet, but I want to get them use to the taste before they get
boyfriends." "Ohhhh," Jake pretended to understand.  "Now, it's not normal
that their brothers would give them their cum, so this is only between us.
It'll be like a game.  A fun one too, don't you think?" I asked, smiling
wickedly.  The pasta was done, so I drained it, and divided it up into four
bowls.  Taking the cum-mixed cheese, I poured it over two of the dishes. 
"These two will be your sisters," I said.  "They already have some special
milk in them," I waved the empty condom, and then threw it in the trash. 
"But we need some more on top," I turned to my sons with a bowl in each
hand.  "Whoever cums first into their bowl gets to decide which one of
their sisters eats it!" The glazed look in my sons' eyes told me
everything. They understood what I was asking, and they had never
experienced this much excitement mixed with trepidation.  I wasn't sure I
had either.  I put the bowls on the counter next to me.  "Oh, also, I'll be
calling on you both to help me with this again.  Possibly tonight.  In the
between time..." I thought for a moment.  Brilliant.  I went to the freezer
and grabbed an ice try.  I broke the ice and discarded it in the drain. 
"...if either of you have the urge, grab this ice tray and cum in it.  Be
sure to replace it in the freezer when you're done." My voice had turned
sultry while I explained it, though I didn't mean it to.  Not that I was
sure it made sense, but in my mind, it was important to keep their cum
fresh or preserved in the freezer.  "Ok, you two," I placed the empty ice
tray in the freezer and picked up the bowls again.  Kneeling, I bit my
lower lip and held out the bowls.  "Come here," I giggled like a
schoolgirl. "And I mean, CUM here." * * *

   The two boys walked towards me and stopped in front of the bowls,
unquestionably feeling a little awkward.  I remembered that Jake still
might not have the masturbation technique down, and had him fetch the toy I
brought with me from the counter.  "Hold on.  It's not easy kneeling in
this," I stood up with the bowls still in hand.  "Could you pull up my
skirt, dear?" J.R.'s shaking hands grabbed the side of my skirt and lifted.
"Keep going," I encouraged, until the skirt was around my waist.  Even
though this was his second showing, he seemed stunned as ever to see the
black panties clinging to my body.  There wasn't much time to let him gawk
though, so I knelt back down just as Jake was returning with the sex toy.
With the skirt out of the way, my knees were able to kneel comfortably on
the floor below.  "Hurry, before the girls catch us!" The two boys looked
at each other, and then as if they had counted down in unison, they both
dropped their pants at the same time.  A wave of lust flushed through me.
Could it really be so easy?  "Goooood boys!  Okay Jake, stick your cock
into that toy." Jake did so, shivering slightly as he did.  "That should
feel really good for you," I explained with as steady of a voice as I could
muster.  "Normally you would use lotion or lube to make it slide in
easier...  Now pull your cock slowly out.  Wait...  not all the way, silly!
Good.  Now, push it back in.  Very good honey.  Think of it like pumping
your toy rifle.  Just up and down.  Up...  and...  down." Jake grunted. 
"You two can share this when you feel like it.  It'll be in my nightstand.
Just remember, save your cum!  And for god's sake, if it's meant to be
eaten, DON'T get any lotion mixed in with it!" They would need lotion for
how much jacking off I wanted them to do.  I had them both circumcised when
they were born, only because I didn't know better at the time.  I've only
ever experienced circumcised cocks, so it seemed like the American thing to
do.  Unfortunately for my boys, they would never experience sex the way
nature intended it.  "Okay Jake, I think you have an unfair advantage with
that.  You'll have to imitate the motion with your hand like J.R.  is
doing." Jake briefly glanced at J.R.'s hand which was already slowly
jerking his hard cock.  Jake nodded and put the toy back on the counter. 
It was going to be interesting to see who would come first.  J.R.  had
already cum not long before, whereas Jake was just about to cum when I
interrupted him.  The offsetting factor: Jake was still learning how to do
it, where J.R.  was a master.  "Okay, ready?  Set?  Go!" I croaked, upon
Jake getting back into position.  The two started to pump their cocks,
while I did my best to control my emotions.  It was wild.  At first my
mouth was extremely dry, but then it started to salivate out of control.  I
had to keep swallowing to keep myself from drooling.  Worried I would upset
one of them; I did my best not to stare at their cocks, and alternated my
gaze to each of their eyes.  Jake kept his eyes mostly closed, while J.R.
stared down my blouse or looked at my exposed panties.  My cunt was
dripping.  Literally.  I brought my heel to it and started to rock on it as
best as I could without being obvious.  It was difficult to balance two
warm bowls in my hands when my pussy was enraged with passion.  "Just
remember you two, your cum is very precious," I started to preach in
encouragement.  Despite my initial concerns, I now couldn't help myself but
to watch the hypnotic bounce of my son's cum-filled balls as they jerked
themselves off.  "Be sure to give it to a girl.  And I mean really let them
have it!  I can help you--" I tried my best to speak, but even with the
awkward rocking movement on my heel, I didn't have a chance.  My orgasm
exploded out of me, puddling on to the floor below.  I tried my best to
steady my arms that were diligently holding up the bowls of pasta.  If you
ever want to know what it's like to be sexually tortured, try balancing two
warm bowls of food above your head while rocking through an intense orgasm!
I thought my arms were going to fall off!  J.R.  was the first to blow his
load; his first jet firing at intense speed.  I tilted the bowl as much as
I could to catch it.  "Point it down into to it!" I urged him, as a second
shot fired away.  His penis pulsed with a heartbeat faster than even my
own, only each of his pulses came with a shot of warm, creamy cum.  Cum
that was collecting into the pasta inches away from his cock.  To this day
I can still clearly picture the white sploodge pulsing from his penis.  The
beautiful sight would be a memory I would masturbate to, for a long, long
time.  Suddenly I felt something warm on my cheek.  Jake was cumming too,
his first load flew over the dish!  "Woah, hold on baby, you got to get it
in the bowl, or it doesn't count!" I giggled.  Jake was having a difficult
time controlling his body movements as cum spurted from him, so I did my
best to bring the bowl up to his prick without the hot food touching him. I
managed to successfully catch the rest of it, and sighed when his cock
finally slowed down to a drizzle.  J.R took a finger to the dribble of cum
hanging from his cock, and obediently scraped the last bit in the bowl. 
"D's eating mine." he said simply, and pulled up his pants.  I wasn't
surprised Cindy would be the first pick; she was ripe with sex appeal. 
"She'll love it.  Put a slice of tomato in it so we know it's hers." Ella
hated tomatoes, so it was a perfect indicator that it was Cindy's bowl. 
"You almost beat your brother!  You just need more practice," I winked at
Jake.  Jake didn't say anything, but was breathing heavy.  He quickly
stuffed his cock back into his underwear, despite the fact it was still
oozing a little cum.  Jake's bowl was a complete mess, his cum was all over
the top of the pasta, and on the sides of the bowl.  In contrast, J.R's
bowl had a lot on top too, but he managed to get a couple of his initial
bullet-like shots injected deep inside the dish.  The two of them seemed
especially unsure of what they just did now that their orgasms had
subsided. Before their orgasms, I had their intense horniness on my side
and could manipulate them easily.  In the long run, I knew it didn't
matter; their sexual soberness wouldn't last long.  "Thank you.  Both of
you.  I know it might seem a like a chore, but your sisters will be so much
better off for it.  I wish I had brothers like you when I was growing up!"
A chore?  Not likely.  If they could figure out how to get their sisters to
eat pasta all day, they'd happily add their secret ingredient to the dish
every time.  Still, it was my duty to add positive reinforcement to our
little game.  Jake shuffled his feet, trying to figure out what just
happened.  It was only moments ago that he learned this strange bodily
function produced "boy milk" and not some form of human waste.  I would
need to tell him the truth sooner than later, because I was pretty sure I
opened up the flood gates of sexual experimentation by my participation and
approval of this activity.  I walked over to Jake after I finished setting
the table, and hugged him into my breasts.  "I'm proud of you baby.  Don't
worry about it being weird, my job is to help you get through this new
phase in your development.  Trust me, you're just a little shy right now,
but once you're over that, we're going to have a lot of fun!" "Cool," he
said in earnest.  He did trust me, and he believed me too.  I felt a little
guilty about that.  Just a tiny bit.  "Yeh, it's no prob, mom.  I can do
this," J.R piped in.  I was glad he said something, because it would help
make Jake feel like he was taking the matter too seriously.  "I'll be
floored if they actually eat that tho'," he said grinning and looking at
his work.  "Let's find out!" I smiled back.  "Lunch is ready!" I yelled,
taking the sex toy from the counter and hiding in the cabinet below.  A few
seconds later I heard feet running up the stairs.  Ella ran straight to her
chair and sat down.  She looked up at her brothers "How'd you get here so
fast?" She blinked "Your brothers helped me make lunch today, isn't that
nice?" I answered for them, and sat next to Ella with a ready to drink
protein shake from the fridge.  Ella looked at me and cocked her head. 
"What's that?" The cum on my cheek!  Really?  I forgot about it?!  "Oops,"
I scraped the jizz off, and put it in my mouth.  Out of the corner of my
eyes, I saw Jake gawking in awe.  "Thank you, sweetheart.  I guess lunch
was trying to get away from me," I smiled Cindy was the last to sit down
because she had decided to switch the laundry first.  Changing into her new
clothes was a top priority for her.  "What's with the tomato?" She asked,
pulling some hair behind her ear.  She had noticed nobody else had any. 
"Oh, I was going to put more in, but I wasn't sure if anyone wanted them. I
knew you liked tomatoes, so if you want more, there's some on the table."
Ella took a bite, and was soon eating greedily.  The boys gasped out a
moan, but then cleared their throats when Cindy looked at them
suspiciously. The way the two boys began to quickly eat their boring
version of the dish just made them look more suspicious.  "Why you shakin',
mom," Cindy asked, bringing her attention to me, then briefly looking down
to my nipples that were trying to cut their way out of my blouse. 
Apparently she wasn't too acute to our reactions over Ella eating the food,
because she brought a mouthful of her pasta up to her mouth.  I could see
some of J.R.'s cum drip off the fork and splatter back into the bowl before
she took a bite.  "Adre-" I rasped, and cleared my throat.  Watching her
eat the pasta was making my mouth dry again.  "Just a LOT of adrenaline,
baby.  I have an appointment in 30 minutes, so I guess I could use it!" I
was proud of my excuse, especially since no one questioned it.  I was
outrageously turned on, but otherwise I knew I didn't look too much out of
place.  The kids already knew I didn't like to eat before a training
session with one of my clients because I often would train right alongside
with them.  "Mmm, this is really creamy," Ella complimented, scooping up a
fork-full.  I looked at my sons and couldn't help but to bite my lower lip
over a wide smile.  They smiled back.  Watching the girls eat their lunch
knowing they were eating their brother's spunk was sending a bolt of
renewed excitement down my spine and into my quivering pussy.  My sons were
feeling it too.  I especially knew it because J.R.  reached down to adjust
himself.  "Yeh, something is definitely different.  Is this the gourmet
version, or what?" Cindy asked.  She didn't seem quite as into her food
like Ella was.  "You could say that.  I thought we'd try something
healthier this time." "Yah-yah, you and your health kick," Cindy teased
sarcastically.  "I suppose if it is healthier..." All but Ella watched
Cindy take another large bite.  The boys were holding their breath, and I
knew I needed to do something to change their behavior before Cindy really
started to ask some tough questions.  "What do you boys think?" I asked,
using my eyes to tell them to keep eating.  "Meh, tastes like mac 'n cheese
to me" Jake said, taking the hint and going for a bite.  J.R.  knew better,
and responded properly: "Let's not get the regular kind again!" "Hmm.  Let
me taste?" I asked Cindy.  Cindy loaded up her fork and placed her cupped
hand under it so she could catch the especially runny pasta, should any of
it fall.  Taking a bite, I could taste the cum.  God could I taste it too;
it was more saturated with it than I had expected.  Slightly salty in a
cum-sort-of way.  With it came the memory of my sons spurting cocks. 
Delicious.  Jake reached down and adjusted himself; apparently he was happy
that I willing ate it, even though I knew what was in it.  "Mmm.  Okay, one
more bite!" I laughed.  "You should have made some for yourself," J.R. 
suggested wickedly.  I agreed wholeheartedly.  Knowing Jake liked my
participation, I decided to dedicate my next move to him.  Looking directly
at Jake, I asked: "Let me try yours this time Ella, I've been dying to try
the one without tomatoes too!" Ella brought the bowl up to my mouth while I
asked her to scoop up some of the extra "cream" from the side.  Jake's bowl
tasted about the same to me, and that was fine by me!  I could already feel
a second buzz coming on from the cum.  This was my drug; I needed it more
than my sons knew.  I don't know why, but for some reason it really got me
off that I was forcing my addiction on my daughters.  Maybe I wanted to see
if they'd catch the cum-craze like I had, and I needed some sort of sick
validation.  It didn't matter- there was no saving me now.  This whole
experience was exhilarating.  I was already scheming new ways to try and
turn my daughters into cumsluts!  I wish I had started sooner...  J.R.  was
having a difficult time watching us, and excused himself to use the
bathroom.  He grabbed the empty ice tray from the freezer on his way out.
Luckily, his sisters weren't paying attention to the odd pit stop, but I
was.  J.R.  could tell I loved the gesture, and we gave each other a
"thumbs up" upon his return.  Other than the intense sexual energy in the
room, lunch went as normal...  well, for the most part.  There was oddly
less bickering.  We were definitely becoming closer as a family.  * * * In
hindsight, I don't know what I was thinking...  Days before I had taken my
daughters shopping for new clothes, I too had spent thousands on a new
wardrobe for myself.  Among the new attire, I had purchased new workout
gear.  Nothing that you can't find at a sporting store of course, but the
shorts I had on were spandex-tight, and were really short.  The top I wore
held my boobs into place, but didn't bother covering anything else up. 
Needless to say, I was showing a lot of skin; perfect for sweating in the
privacy of my home.  Never had I intended to wear this type of gear to a
session with a client!  My thoughts were crippled by the recent events with
my sons.  I actually saw their erect penises.  I saw those beautiful cocks
getting played with, no more than a foot away.  I saw them spurt fresh cum,
some of it landing on my cheek!  Then I torturously watched my two
daughters unknowingly eat it all.  The feeling I had was indescribably
intense.  It consumed my thoughts so much, that I didn't even remember the
drive over to my client's house.  The look on my client's face when she saw
me at the door brought reality crashing down on me.  I was underdressed as
the instructor for a training session, and I was completely out of
character.  Had I overestimated her?  Of all my clients, Mandy seemed the
most liberal.  She even told me once that she was struggling to adapt to
her young husband's nudist attitude.  She wrangled her husband during an
internship in Spain.  Apparently, Spain doesn't have as big of an issue
with nudity as America does.  "Hi Mandy!" I said, with extra enthusiasm to
hide my sudden embarrassment.  "Today I have lots of energy, so I hope
you're ready for a strenuous workout!" Fortunately, my enthusiastic
attitude helped distract her from my attire, and she invited me inside.  My
time as a fitness professional is expensive, so we didn't linger long
before jumping into a full-fledged training session.  As I predicted, my
horniness came out as physical energy, and our workout was supercharged. 
Still, even with fitness to distract me, I couldn't stop thinking about my
sons' cocks!  Was J.R.  bigger than Jake?  His was definitely girthier.  I
had never considered the penis to be particularly attractive before, but
now...  I was convinced Mandy's husband was the reason she made such an
effort to get herself fit.  He was almost 8 years younger than she was, and
I suspected he married her in part to get himself to America.  Mandy was
twice divorced with two children from her previous marriage, so she wasn't
exactly prime picking for a man such as her husband.  There was no question
that the two of them had chemistry, but did she know that every time he
came to check in on her, he copped a look at my ass?  Today was especially
obvious, and he leered at me as if I was wearing my new workout clothes for
his pleasure.  Normally, I wouldn't dream of doing this, but I stared back.
No, not at his face-- his crotch.  I couldn't help it.  What was he
packing? What did he taste like?  Even nastier: did his cock contract so
beautifully when he shot his cum like my sons did?  Mandy shooed her
husband away, perhaps because she had caught us gawking at each other. 
"I've got to be careful," I thought to myself over my dirty thoughts.  It
was not a good idea to go out with this much sex on my mind.  With her
husband leaving us to it, we focused on our session.  It went by quickly,
and by the end of it, Mandy was exhausted.  After our workout, we discussed
diet goals and next week's exercise routine per usual.  But before heading
out, I decided to address the concern that I had about crossing a boundary
with her husband.  I voluntarily suggested a new time where she might have
the house to herself.  It was important that my client wouldn't feel
threatened by me; if she became worried I was stealing her thunder, I would
lose her business.  It was the right thing to ask, because Mandy admitted
she knew her husband was attracted to me and hoped I hadn't noticed his
behavior.  When I cautiously told her I was flattered, she unexpectedly
became excited and bluntly admitted she shared her husband's attraction
towards me.  Unfortunately for her, it wasn't one of her secrets that I
cared to know.  I've never been sexually attracted to women.  Don't get me
wrong, I understand how beautiful women are from an aesthetic perspective.
I even know why guys go crazy over those curves: women can be sensuous in
ways that a man never could be.  Nature meant women to be alluring.  Still,
I like the strong hard bodies and aggressive confidence men have.  Being
physical with a woman has never excited me.  "You're bi?" I asked, feeling
bold now that Mandy had opened up to me.  "Every woman has some lesbianism
in her.  Comeon, admit it!" She insisted, with a wink.  "Oh I don't know
about that..." How was I going to let her down gently?  "You mean to tell
me that if my husband and I threw ourselves at you, you'd run away?" she
balked.  "No, but you'd just end up watching me fuck your husband," I
laughed.  She did too, thank god.  "That'd be okay by me," she blushed. 
"As long as I got to clean you up afterwards!" Holy fuck, this was a
strange conversation.  I thought carefully before answering.  "I'm not sure
about that either.  Recently, cleaning up has been my favorite part..."
Easy.  Don't reveal too much!  She probably just offered to clean up so she
could get her tongue on you.  "Really?  You like man juice?" She looked a
little astonished to hear I had a dirty side.  Why did she have to call it
"man juice" though?  "Mmmm, I love it!" Sure, why the hell not?  I've
already gone this far.  Might as well tell her everything.  My client
laughed at my enthusiasm.  "You'd love my husband then, he sure does keep
me busy cleaning up after him" What.  The.  Fuck.  Is she _really_ telling
me this?  "Oh I know all about that.  I have two healthy boys who keep me
busy with laundry," I uttered back.  I guess my sons were still on my mind.
She didn't seem to detect my nervousness from sharing that, because she
quipped back: "Be thankful.  My boy was spraying the walls before I told
him to cap it with a dirty sock!" "A sock?  Ooo, that's good.  Why didn't I
think of that?" I asked rhetorically, avoiding the fact that it was really
quite odd for a boy to be cumming on a wall.  "I just wished they'd dispose
of it so I didn't have to be reminded I wasn't getting any.  My husband is
never around to satisfy my needs" Dimmit, even when I lie, I reveal too
much.  No bites that time.  Mandy only smiled.  "How'd you bring that up
with your son anyway?  I've been meaning to teach my kids a few things now
that they're older..." This question made her hesitate.  My mind raced to
try and figure out why.  Had I said too much?  "You may not agree with me,
but I'm going to tell you truthfully.  If you want your kids to learn
something, you have to show them." My mouth opened out of reflex from the
revelation.  Immediately, Mandy went on the defensive: "I know you and
_everyone else_ finds that wrong.  What you don't know is that my son is
rebellious.  Okay?  He's rebellious.  We tried everything.  I couldn't have
him masturbating everywhere, so what was I supposed to do?  Yes, we showed
him how to do it.  And guess what?  Ever since then he's fallen in line."
"No- no, I didn't mean to pass judgment," I stammered for a way to express
myself.  I was completely astonished to hear this from her.  What were the
chances I'd run into someone like this after all I've been doing with my
own kids!  "Does your husband know you...  did a demonstration like that?"
I asked incredulously, being careful at how I phrased it.  "It was HIS
idea. We talked about it first, but I didn't think he'd actually do it. 
Then one day my son stepped WAY over the line.  He had taken my daughter's
childhood stuffed animal and was...  you know, actually fucking it in front
of her.  My daughter started screaming at him, so naturally I went to go
see what was happening.  The nerve of that boy.  He wouldn't stop even with
me yelling at him.  Eventually my husband came in to see what the drama was
all about...  but by then, my girl's stuffed animal had a permanent
facial," she laughed.  "We didn't find it funny at the time.  My husband
was pissed!  He grabbed my son's arm and sat him forcibly on my daughter's
bed, and unzipped.  This was like...  my god, five years ago now.  Karen
was only 13.  She had seen my husband naked before, but hadn't seen him
pleasuring himself like he was doing in front of my son.  Don't get me
wrong, Karen was sexually active.  We couldn't stop her from sleeping
around, so we decided we'd let her bring boys over.  Which by the way is
really smart: You can keep an eye on things and make sure they're being
safe.  Anyway, Karen was no stranger to penises, but she was still
mortified!  As for my son...  well, he told us later he still has
nightmares about it." "So anyway, my husband beats his stick for a few
minutes, then reaches down, takes off his sock and completely unloads ALL
of his sperm up inside of it.  He wasn't quiet about it either.  When he's
done, he takes off the sock and drops it on the floor, and says: 'Any
questions?'" Mandy starts laughing at the memory, and I politely giggle
along with her.  I wasn't sure if "humorous" was the best way to describe
her story.  It sounded to me like his son's behavior was no better than his
fathers.  "Then what happened?" I asked, amazed this would actually be
effective.  "My son lashed out a few times, but every time he did, we'd
match his actions.  I don't think he liked seeing his parents try to
imitate him sexually like that.  Eventually he understood why we had a
problem with his attitude.  That or he got use to it, and doesn't think
it's so shocking anymore!" She laughed.  "He's a complete saint now.  The
only thing we deal with is all the noise.  I swear to god when the two have
friends over, they compete to see who can gross the other out the most! 
I'm surprised the neighbors haven't called the cops with all the moaning
going on around here!  "I didn't imagine myself ever admitting it, but my
husband was right.  Being an open family is the only way to do it," She
concluded.  Then Mandy asked me about my kids.  When I told her I had four,
she took pity on me for having such a large family.  "They are at the
perfect age to be taught.  Do it NOW.  Don't expect the schools to do it
properly, either.  My daughter turned 18 a few months ago, and my son is
16. They are both sexually responsible and relatively well behaved for
teenagers.  Quite the contrast from when they were uneducated little
bastards 5 years ago." Mandy opened a drawer in the coffee table and pulled
out some condoms.  "Just make sure you keep these around, EVERYWHERE" she
laughed.  "Oh I know that now.  I had to show my son what a condom was just
_yesterday_.  Really Mandy, this is such a coincidence.  Now if I could
just sit all of my kids down together and give them a lesson they won't
forget...  The problem is my husband has never been to Spain before," I
joked.  Jonathan had the complete opposite opinion on how to properly raise
children, and I'm sure upbringing and culture had something to do with it.
"You can borrow my husband whenever you need him," she offered.  "I'm sure
we could convince your kids not to tell your husband about your little
lesson" I accidentally gasped.  That was a bit forward.  "Just think about
it," she replied, "I'm sure my hubby would be happy to help you out however
he can.  Maybe we can help each other out," she said slyly.  "My.  How did
we get on this topic anyway?" "Laundry," I said, checking the time as
obviously as possible.  I thought the conversation had gone far enough
"Ohhh, right.  Laundry," she smiled.  "Wait here.  I want to send you home
with something," she said, not giving me a choice to turn her down.  While
Mandy was away, a door opened from down a hallway.  Out stepped a teenage
woman wearing loose and slightly revealing clothing.  It didn't look like
she had gotten ready for the day, and she had piercings everywhere,
including one in her nose.  She didn't utter a word as she walked past me
and into the kitchen to grab...  a beer!  Then she went back to her room
and closed the door.  I guess "liberal" was an understatement for Mandy's
family.  Mandy came back shortly with her husband in tow.  Judging by the
bulge in his pants, she had already clued him in on what our prior
conversation was about.  While Mandy introduced me to Alex, she openly
rubbed his crotch.  "...  Hubby," Mandy cooed in her husband's ear, "I was
hoping to send her home with something special..." My eyes widened as I
watched Mandy's hand slowly move up to her husband's zipper and lower it.
This is what she had in mind?  "Mandy!" I exclaimed.  "I'm a married woman,
I'm not sure I should!" "So?  Don't do anything," Alex responded for his
wife.  "I saw you looking at me earlier.  At the least, let my wife show
you what your options are" Mandy managed to wrestle her husband's rather
large cock out of his open zipper.  This was the third cock I had seen
today.  A personal record.  I bit my lip.  Mandy whispered something to her
husband, and he grinned.  "Tell me about how much you like man cum," Alex
requested.  His wife must have clued him in on what I had revealed to her
earlier.  "Oh, let's just say I have a little problem," I sighed, as I
watched Mandy reached in and pulled out Alex's balls from his pants.  "See
how full he is?" Mandy asked wickedly, cupping her husband's balls as if to
weigh them.  "Is this really happening?" I thought to myself.  "I dress
provocatively for one day, and...?  -� I take my eyes off of the now lewdly
assaulted cock and take another look around.  We were standing just off the
living room on the main floor.  Large windows let the afternoon light in.
There was no privacy here.  Even their daughter was only a few doors down.
And their son's whereabouts?  Who knew.  "Relax," Alex said when my eyes
returned to him.  "Anybody who catches us will want to watch.  If not,
nobody's forcing them to," he reasoned.  "I really like that you enjoy man
cum," he got back on track, "My wife is a little cum shy.  Maybe you could
help fix her." He said this while looking down to his wife, who was behind
him stroking his cock.  "Won't happen.  But I would love to see her try,"
She winked.  Alex groaned, and lifted his hands up to his head to rest them
there.  He was really enjoying Mandy's hand job skills.  She had used
Alex's precum as a lubricant, and the sounds of her pumping filled the gaps
of silence.  " Not that I didn't appreciate the gesture, but I didn't know
how much longer I could take the crude show.  My relationship with my
client had already gone too far.  Could I leave without being rude?  Would
I want to come back as her personal trainer?  Or would I come back as
something else entirely?  With a cock as nice as Alex's though...  it was
worth the risk.  "So?" Mandy spoke this time.  "Would my husband's tool be
good enough to teach your children with?  Hypothetically speaking, of
course," she asked, pulling and tugging on the cock to give me different
views "It's too big, it might scare them off," I laughed.  "Are you sure a
live show is really necessary?" "You can take a picture of it then," Alex
joked arrogantly.  "I say, scare your kids a little.  Fear is a good
teacher." As Alex talked, Mandy grabbed a hand from behind her husband's
head, and brought it down to his cock so he could pleasure himself.  "What
would we teach them?" I asked playing along.  "My sons have cocks, they
don't need to see yours." "And your daughters?" Asked Mandy, who knew now
that I had two little girls as well.  "Do they know how a penis fits inside
a woman?" I didn't answer; I was too busy wondering where Mandy was going.
Soon she was standing behind me, her chin almost resting on my shoulder. 
"Do your sons know how to make love properly," she whispered in my ear and
running her hands over my sides.  I shivered.  "Or are you okay with them
abusing women and getting whores pregnant?" Mandy asked, as if I was
worried about her extreme scenario.  My sons were nothing like her son was.
My sons were very well behaved, and I didn't know how far I wanted to
corrupt them yet.  Mandy's hands started to travel up and down my body even
more, much to Alex's delight.  Suddenly, Mandy cupped my breasts.  "I think
you should do as you promised, and let me watch you fuck my husband," she
whispered into my ear again.  "We do need to make sure you two fit together
properly before the show-n-tell lesson, don't we?" She asked, without
whispering this time.  Taking control, she reached under my workout bra and
lifted it up, freeing my breasts.  "Oooh, you were right, hon.  They ARE
real," she teased, squeezing my tits lewdly.  They had talked about my
breasts before?  I admit I was turned on by the thought.  What other things
did they said about me when I left?  Also, despite my initial rejection,
Mandy's hands were electrifying.  "I don't think your husband is going to
last long enough for a proper fuck," I moaned as Mandy tweaked my nipple.
Alex did look like he was about to bust his nuts, but I was mostly using
him as a scape goat.  I needed a shower, and still had my son's cum all
over my pussy.  Not wanting to debate the matter, I stepped away from
Mandy, and kneeled before they had a chance to talk.  "But I think I'll
have some of what your husband is whipping up after all," I smiled back at
Mandy.  I looked her in the eyes as I took her husband's cock in my mouth.
I couldn't keep my eyes locked on hers for long though, and closed them as
I shivered visibly.  My senses were overwhelmed by the soft, yet hard cock
my mouth struggled to hold inside.  It tasted sweet, with a hint of a manly
musk.  I hadn't had a cock in my mouth in weeks, and I hadn't had anyone's
but Jonathan's cock in my mouth in well over a decade.  With another man's
junk in my mouth, I guess it was official: I had become a slut.  Or was I
always a slut, just a dormant one?  My eyes opened again when I felt hands
on me.  Mandy was kneeling behind me and had resumed playing with my tits.
I could feel her breasts on the back of my head.  She had removed her top.
"Oooh baby, suck his juices out!" Mandy encouraged with my tits in her
hands.  "You've got to feel these, hon," she said to her husband, lifting
up my boobs as high as she could.  Alex bent over slightly so he could cup
and squeeze one of them.  He only grunted in response.  My mouth had not
let up from making a continuous suction on his throbbing cock.  My intimate
attention to Mandy's husband must have automatically given her permission,
because while her husband held my tit, she reached down and slid her hand
under my shorts.  "Oooh hubby," she gushed.  "She shaves!" "Fuckin'
gorgeous.  So-fuck-ing-gorgeous!" he moaned under clasped teeth.  Taking
his compliment in stride, I let my mouth relax from his cock, and looked up
into his eyes.  Jonathan said guys liked it when a woman looked up at them
while they sucked; it was time I put his advice to good use.  Alex DID seem
to appreciate it too and lustily stared back.  With his attention, I
teasingly flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock.  It bounced in my
hands in response to the sensation.  That's when I realized Mandy had
brought her hand up to her mouth.  "Um, why does your pussy taste like
cum?" She asked with some seriousness.  "I thought you said you weren't
getting any?" Oh shit.  No more teasing for Alex.  I brought his cock into
my mouth and sucked hard.  It was time to get my reward- the sooner the
better.  "You little slut!" Mandy's voice changed.  "You've been playing
me!" She didn't like that I was ignoring her, especially now that I was
working so diligently on her husband's cock.  If I didn't know better,
Mandy was jealous.  Unexcitingly, Mandy grabbed her husband's ass and
shoved him into my mouth, causing me to choke.  Mandy held my impaled head
into her husband for a second, then forcibly started to move my head back
and forth on the cock.  "Fuck her mouth.  Fuck the slut!" "Mmfpmf!!" I
tried to speak.  It was pointless.  The best I could do was hold open my
throat as wide as I could to let Alex slide his cock into it.  Mandy shoved
her hands back into my shorts, and found my clit.  She was not gentle.  I'm
not the type of woman who likes to be treated roughly.  But I was in a
compromising position with the two, and if things were going to end the way
I wanted them to, I had to do something.  I grabbed Alex's balls and
tugged. "Ugggh!" Alex moaned out, stopping his thrusts.  I took my
unstuffed throat as an opportunity to take control, and started sucking him
again; this time with some tongue tricks Jonathan had taught me.  "Fuck
me!" he yelled.  I yelled too; at least tried to with my mouth full of
cock! Mandy had started to finger fuck me, and brought me to an orgasm. 
"Oh God!  She's a squirter!" Mandy croaked to her husband while she kept
fingering me.  Mandy was too aggressive, and I needed her to stop. 
Thankfully I didn't have to wait long.  "I'm going to-- I'm-- I'm--
Uhnnnn!" Alex started to release jet after jet of jism down my throat.  I
pulled him back a little so I could let his cum fill my mouth while my
tongue tickled the slit of his cock that was pulsing out spunk.  I even
teasingly tried to use my tongue to block off the torrent flowing out of
him, but to no avail.  When his cock started to drip those last few spurts,
I opened my mouth so he could see what his balls had produced.  His cock
just stayed nestled on my chin while it drizzled in a few extra drops into
the pool of cum I had collected.  Mandy had stopped rubbing me in awe of
the lurid display, but I was not going to let her off easy.  Even with her
hands still all over me, I quickly turned and tried to plant a sloppy kiss
on Mandy's lips.  She squirmed and pushed me aside when she felt the cum
start to poor into her mouth.  Catching myself, I swallowed what was left
in my mouth.  "What's the matter Mandy, I thought you'd want a kiss from
me?" Oddly, she didn't reply.  Hopefully she was learning that I wasn't
going to put up with her little fits anymore.  I scooped up some of the cum
running down Mandy's breasts that she had spat out, and consumed it
hungrily.  Not only was Mandy speechless, so was Alex.  "I am hoping to
give my kids their sex lesson sometime this week, so we'll be in touch," I
said to Alex's deflating cock, kissing it before standing up.  "Don't
forget Mandy," I began, pulling my workout bra back into place, "No refined
carbs.  No soda.  LOTS of water.  Five-mile ellipticals.  Daily." And with
that, I showed myself out.  * * * As I left my client's house, I ran into
who I assumed was her son walking up to the front door with a friend.  They
leered, and I did my best to ignore them until they made a cat call.  "If
you hurry," I smiled, wiggling my ass at them when I got to my car, "you
can catch your mom's titties!" I didn't bother to see their reactions, and
decidedly drove off.  The day was shaping up to be the weirdest one I had
ever had.  I was still in a stupor over what I had just let Mandy do to me,
and what I had let myself do to her husband.  But more than that, it was
what we had discussed doing with my kids that left me dazed, and I wondered
which part of me had control over my body.  My mind was doing somersaults,
so I knew _it_ wasn't the organ in control.  I knew my fantasies about J.R
and Jake were incestial, but I didn't get that type of vibe from Mandy and
her family.  They just seemed sexually open in their own twisted way. 
Mandy had caught Alex's exhibitionism like it was the flu, and her kids
followed suit.  That, coupled with the fact that they were a bunch of
assholes, made it somehow add up.  As for me, there is no way I would be
able to hold myself back if I saw my sons holding "fuck competitions"
openly in the living room.  Whatever mechanism that is supposed to exist
for causing revulsion at your own offspring's sexuality was broken in me.
One thing was for certain: Mandy's family wasn't close.  Mine was.  It was
important to me it stayed that way.  That's why I couldn't take Mandy's
advice seriously, and I certainly wasn't going to let her in on my secret
fantasies either.  I was only going to use her husband once, and then be
done with her.  My jitters hadn't really let up, and I wondered if it was
because of the intense sexual situations I had been involved in all day, or
if it was because I hadn't eaten very much.  I joked with myself that most
of my caloric intake was from jizz.  I could still taste Alex on my tongue!
It was an interesting diet, but it wasn't in line with maintaining my
physique.  I decided to make a quick stop to the grocery store before
heading home.

   Leaving the two bags of groceries on the table, I went straight for a
bath without checking in with my kids.  "Mom?  Are you in there?" I heard
Ella ask from the doorway.  I had just gotten in the jetted tub off our
master bedroom and didn't want to be sidetracked.  I almost told Ella to
wait for me to finish my bath, but I didn't.  "In here, honey," I called
out.  Ella blushed when she saw me in the tub.  She probably couldn't see
much with all the soap bubbles, but I don't think she was expecting me to
be in the bath either.  "Hi Amanda!" I said, noticing Ella's friend
standing behind Ella with the biggest eyes I had ever seen.  I didn't know
Ella had company.  "Um momma, can Amanda sleep over?" Ella sheepishly
asked. "We already asked her parents, and they said she could!" "Of course,
baby," I replied.  "By the way, I really like your outfit!" "Thanks, it's
my fave.  Me and Amanda tried on all our new stuff!" I looked at Amanda
again; like Ella, she was in a very short skirt.  It didn't quite fit her
properly because she wasn't as developed as Ella yet.  I could see her bra
straps under the tank top, and she was wearing heavy makeup.  "Oh, I see.
You look cute Amanda!" I called out to the cowering girl, though secretly I
thought she looked like a cheap hooker who was far too young to dress like
that.  Amanda didn't say anything.  "You were right, momma.  J.R said he'd
go shoppin' with us next time!" she explained, feeling pleased with
herself. "J.R?  You two showed him your outfits?" "Yup.  Cindy, 'manda, and
me.  We all did a fashion show!  Jake and J.R didn't mind." "That's very
nice of you girls.  I am so happy that your brothers are taking an
interest. Thank you for doing that!" "You're welcome," She said simply and
with an air of arrogance.  I didn't get a chance to ask more about the
fashion show, because Ella left.  She was like that; always leaving on a
high note.  She seemed to almost strut as she walked away.  "Told you she
was home," I could barely hear Ella gibe when she got to the hallway. 
"Shut it dorkface," Jake replied, annoyed by her sister's "told you so"
attitude.  "Jake?" I called out.  "Come here!" I demanded.  A moment later,
Jake peaked though the bathroom door and froze.  My soapy tits were on
display.  "Come here," I repeated sternly.  Jake sauntered in, unsure of
where he was allowed to look.  "Are you being nice to your sister?" I
scolded.  "She deserved it," he insisted, staring at his feet.  "That may
be, but there is no excuse for name calling.  Is that clear?" "Yes, mom. 
Sorry," he muttered.  "That's better," I said more cheerfully, and trying
to look into his eyes which were still pointed to the floor.  "Jake?  It's
okay.  They're just nipples.  Everybody has them.  You can look if you'd
like." He did as I suggested, and I rubbed my nipples briefly to get them
excited for him.  "They're like the ones the chick had in the movie," he
stammered "The movie?  Oh, last night." I recalled the scene where the
woman's breasts were exaggeratedly sucked on.  It was obvious the model in
that movie was selected specifically for her assets, so I took his
observation as a compliment.  "Thanks honey!" I smiled.  "That was a fun
movie, huh?" Letting my son see my exposed breasts was making me hot, and I
let my hand wander to my clit.  The soap bubbles gave me enough cover to
enjoy myself privately.  Jake was too distracted to reply.  The problem
with teenagers is that they lack the important skill of flirting,
especially when an opportunity presents itself.  Hoping to still get some
sort of excitement in our conversation, I trudged on.  "Have you ever seen
a naked woman before, Jake?" He shook his head.  "Do you have a girlfriend?
Maybe she would show you hers if you showed that to her first," I
suggested, pointing to the bulge at his crotch.  He had a hard on since he
had entered.  "Um, I don't have a girlfriend." "Really?  Jake!  Girls can
be a lot of fun.  Go get one!" Jake just stared at my breasts, and I
realized then that I wasn't going to derive any sort of excitement out of
our conversation.  I sighed with disappointment.  "Well, maybe you need to
be warmed up to how a woman looks first, because she's not going to like it
if you stare at her tits all day," I laughed.  Jake blushed and looked
away. Apparently he wasn't in a playful mood.  "Were you looking for me
earlier?" I asked Jake, changing the subject.  I already knew he had a
conversation about my whereabouts with Ella.  "Oh yah!" Jake said, gaining
some clarity.  "Um, you know how we were supposed to use the ice thingie?"
"Uh-huh," I said, realizing he was asking about the ice tray for collecting
his cum.  "What if we can't get it?  Like, what if El is in the kitchen, or
something?  What do we do?" "Honey, the ice tray is just one way of getting
your sisters hooked on cum," I explained, already getting my story mixed
up. As far as Jake knew, he was supposed to be doing it for their health.
"If the ice tray isn't available, put your honey somewhere else.  Be
creative!" Wait; was the term I was using for cum, "honey" or "milk"? 
Didn't matter, Jake understood.  "Have you been holding out while I was
gone?" I asked, looking at his bulge.  Jake nodded.  "No more holding out,
I want you rubbing yourself often," I requested.  "So where are you
thinking about shooting it?" "Um, I dunno," Jake shrugged.  "Here, let me
give you some ideas.  First of all, your sisters can't know what you did,
otherwise the game is over," I reiterated.  "Hmm, I know how you like to
hump your pillow," I revealed, to Jake's embarrassment.  "Have you thought
about sliding your dick into one of your sister's pillows?  Just don't cum
on it, it might be too obvious.  Instead, right before you're about to
blow, cum into their dirty panties like J.R does to mine.  "Cum can have a
pretty strong flavor, so putting it in food is tricky.  Especially since it
needs to be fresh.  When in doubt, let me try it first and I'll let you
know if it's good enough for your sisters.  "You can always spray your
honey into lotions.  In fact, why don't you go get your sister's
conditioner?  I can show you what I mean." Jake liked some of my ideas and
eagerly left to get the conditioner.  "Don't forget to bring the toy I got
you," I yelled after him as he ran out.  Feeling excited again, and much
cleaner thanks to the quick soak in the tub, I got out and dried off.  I
was just wrapping a towel around my body when Jake came back.  "Good boy,"
I said, and couldn't help but to lick my lips when he brought back the
lotion and masturbation toy I got him.  "Now let's get that cock out of
those pants!" I sat down on the edge of the tub, briefly exposing my pussy
to Jake.  He didn't notice though, because he was watching my hands untie
his belt.  Letting his pants drop to the floor, his penis was once again in
front of me.  I could smell his excitement.  "Ooh, that looks fun," I
gushed, extremely tempted to touch his twitching member.  I was very
disappointed when Jake didn't wait for instruction, and stuffed his cock
into the toy.  "Wait baby, this will help," I took the half empty bottle of
conditioner from him, and pulled off the toy.  His penis came free with a
lurch.  My mouth went dry.  Slowly I poured some conditioner on his
beautiful cock, "You don't need to worry about using lotion when the girls
aren't going to eat it," I reminded him.  "And this will make it feel a lot
better," I concluded, blowing on the tip of his cock teasingly.  It jerked
up in response, and I giggled.  "Try that," I said, sheathing the toy over
his penis, then twisting it to help slather on the conditioner.  Jake took
the toy and pumped it over himself once.  His knees buckled, and he let out
a cute moan.  He wasn't going to last long.  "Feels good, I take it?" I
grinned.  My heart felt like it was trying to escape through my throat.  "I
told you this would be a fun game." I was right, Jake didn't last long.  He
pumped the toy over his cock four times, each thrust came with it a sharp
breath from my boy.  He could barely take a single stroke, and he didn't
masturbate in a steady rhythm like I was used to seeing from my husband. 
"Oh, oh!  OH!" Jake gasped.  He was about to cum, and it took me by
surprise.  "Hurry, fire it in here!" I exclaimed a little too late as the
first spurt flew out of the toy and landed in my hair.  Fuck!  I love cum,
just keep it out of my hair!  We almost got his second jet of jizz in the
bottle, but splattered at the edge of the opened lid and got everywhere. 
After that, part of the tip of his cock was corking the bottle, and I
watched as it pulsed jet after jet of cum into the conditioner.  So sexy!
It just wasn't possible for me to keep my hands off him anymore, so I took
my available hand and held on to his contracted balls as they emptied their
load.  Jake yelped in surprise and almost uncorked the bottle that I was
holding up to him with my other hand.  "God, sorry baby.  Just curious," I
apologized, but didn't stop squeezing his balls.  I could feel the kegel
muscles above them working to expel the boy cream.  By the end of it, we
found ourselves smiling at each other.  "Feel better baby?" He nodded.  I
let go of him and twisted the conditioner lid back on the bottle.  "Good! I
don't know how much this will help your sisters, but every bit counts," I
said handing him the bottle.  Jake took it, and I helped him waddle over to
the sink with his pants still around his ankles.  "Make sure you clean this
up good, so your brother can use it too," I said, letting the faucet drain
the lotion from the center of the masturbation toy.  Then I finally got
what I wanted ever since I had seen it: I cupped some water in my hands and
rinsed Jake's penis off, fondling it aggressively in the process.  It
didn't have a chance, and was soon hard as steel again.  "Ooh, looks like
it's ready for another round," I giggled.  "I'll let you decide how you
want to do it this time.  Don't forget your mother needs some of that honey
too," I said, feeling selfish and at the same time, holding back my
temptation to give him his first hand job.  Jake pulled his pants up, and
had that horny teenage look in his eyes.  It was a look I wanted to see
more of.  "This is an important time for your body's development, so don't
worry if you can't come up with something your sisters can enjoy your honey
with.  As long as it's washable or cleanable, you can cum on it!" I handed
Jake the bottle of conditioner again, and he proudly took it with him. 
Once he left, I quickly removed my towel and rubbed myself to my third
intense orgasm of the day.  With these types of orgasms, I was going to
dehydrate quickly!  * * * The irony hit me as I tried to remove my boy's
cum from my hair.  The reason I didn't like cum in my hair is because cum
acts exactly like mousse, except once it's in your hair, it doesn't come
out.  I hadn't planned on washing my hair, but that first spurt of cum was
so heavy, I ended up having to wash my hair twice.  As I straightened and
dried my hair, I reasoned with myself that maybe cum wouldn't be so bad if
it was diluted with conditioner.  Honestly, I didn't know; but I wasn't
worried.  If my son's activities started to have too many negative
consequences, I could always come up with some other game, or scale back
the current one.  In the meantime, I was having fun.  Lots of fun.  I
actually got to feel Jake up, and I'm pretty sure he liked it, considering
he was already leaving another present for his sisters somewhere.  It was
odd that something as wrong as this felt so much better than playing with
someone's husband.  Not that that wasn't wrong too, but the two wrongs were
not the same.  My house was feeling a little neglected, so I spent the rest
of the time before dinner dusting and vacuuming various rooms, cleaning
them as needed.  I caught J.R heading for the ice tray once, and took a
peak at the progress.  I knew it'd be at least a week before it was
completely full, but I was impressed with the progress so far.  I thought
about convincing J.R to drop trousers and show me how he loaded up the tray
with his spunk, but couldn't figure out how to suggest it in a natural way.
J.R was spending the majority of his time in his room, probably watching
the sex scenes from last night's DVD on his hand-me-down laptop.  He
probably thought it was the DVD that was making him so incredibly horny all
the time; and maybe that was part of it, but I knew those pills were doing
wonders...  as were Cindy's braless tits.  Cindy had come to me complaining
about how Jake was staring at her ever since she changed into her new
clothes.  I explained to her just how incredibly enticing she looked in her
tiny shorts and tight "got milk?" t-shirt.  Then I explained to her that if
she _really_ wanted to get her brother going, she should take her bra off,
like that t-shirt intended for it to be done.  Needless to say, she wasn't
really bothered about the attention Jake was giving her, because she didn't
need any convincing.  Soon her bra was off, and her brothers definitely
took notice.  I was jealous.  My daughters looked good in their new attire.
So good in fact, that I felt like I needed to somehow reassert myself as
the main sex object of my son's lust.  Unfortunately, Ella's friend was
staying over, and I was certain I would need to wait.  "When's our next
movie night?" Ella asked at dinner.  We were eating a chicken and rice
dish; and no, I didn't let my sons cum into it this time.  I had other
plans.  "I don't know, dear.  I was thinking once a week?" My kids all
whined out in disapproval.  They clearly wanted movie night more often. 
"Okay, Okay!" I laughed, "We'll play movie night by ear.  In the meantime,
it's J.R's turn to pick the next movie..." "I can't mom...  I tried going
to Netflix, but it said 'access denied'," J.R complained.  I had forgotten
about the internet.  I too had run into whatever Jonathan did to censor the
internet on occasion.  "Maybe I can call the computer repair man to fix
it," I offered, not wanting to wait for Jonathan to get home.  Even if my
husband was home, it'd take some convincing before he'd agree to remove the
child lock.  "Maybe I can help you pick a movie from a local kiosk," I
suggested.  "Or you can borrow my credit card." J.R tried to say something,
but Ella butted in.  "But what are we going to do tonight?" Ella droned. 
"I told Amanda we were watching a mooovie!" Ella didn't seem to let it go.
"Maybe we could watch the one again from last night!  I already told her
all about it!" My kids all looked at me as if the suggestion was a good
idea.  "Oh no.  No repeat movies on movie night!  Sorry Amanda.  I don't
think your parents would approve of last night's movie anyway," I said,
pretending to feel bad for her.  "Aw, mom!" Jake protested "But it was
supposed to be a slummmber party," Ella kept whining.  "What's a slumber
party without P.J's and a movie?" "A movie with boobies!" Jake cut in,
laughing at himself.  This isn't a joke he would have felt comfortable
giving a week ago.  Ella nodded to Jake.  "Movies with boobies?" I laughed.
"I don't remember _that_ being part of slumber parties" "But it has such a
nice ring to it," J.R jumped in.  Soon all of the kids were having fun
repeating the tongue twister "movies with boobies" as fast as possible. 
"Who needs movies?  We already have _plenty_ of boobies," I teased, quickly
putting a hand under Cindy's left tit, and pushing it up causing it to
jiggle under her shirt.  Cindy's mouth opened and she gasped protestingly.
"Whatever!  You're the boobie queen!  Hey!  --" Cindy tried to retaliate by
flicking my tit, but I had on my shelf bra and she didn't realize it.  I
moved my blouse aside so she could see the strap.  "Fooled ya!" I teased.
My daughters and I laughed at our silliness.  My sons were still trying to
adapt to our new behavior, so remained quiet, but were definitely amused.
As for our guest...  "Sorry Amanda, we don't usually talk about these sorts
of things around the dinner table," I apologized to her for the second time
that night.  "It's okay, I kinda wish we had fun like you guys," she said.
So, the girl actually speaks!  We didn't often have company, at least that
was the excuse I used to explain my poor manners, and proceeded to get
acquainted with the young girl.  She was the middle child of three kids. 
Unfortunately for her, her two siblings were both brothers.  Her parents
worked, and I got the impression that they didn't get along with each
other. I was used to seeing Amanda over from time to time, but it was
usually during the school year.  Cindy and Ella were best friends, but when
school started, the two were separated by being in different grades. 
That's where Amanda came in.  She was Ella's playmate when Cindy wasn't
available.  I got the impression Amanda was over at our house that night
because she needed Ella more than Ella needed her.  As much as I wanted to
welcome Amanda into our home, it was just bad timing.  My sons were being
less shy about their erections, and to make matters worse, they were taking
some interest in Amanda, who hadn't quite figured out that crossing her
legs was important when sitting down in skirts that short.  Amanda trying
on Ella's new slutware was not a side effect that I had anticipated. 
"Jake, if you drop your fork one more time, I'm going to feed you myself,"
I threatened, annoyed that he was trying to make excuses to look under the
table.  "I can't help it mom," he talked back under gritted teeth.  Then he
grabbed his crotch to show me he had a hard on.  The girls all noticed. 
"Not at the table, dear" I said, not wanting to scold him in front of our
guest, but still having to respond to his reaction now that everyone saw
him.  When Jake realized everyone had noticed him, and I had even called
him out on it, he turned bright red.  "Mom!  You PROMISED," Ella's loud
voice suddenly turned to a whisper.  "You promised you'd show us what a
cock was!" Ella was sitting at the other end of the table, next to her
friend who was sitting in Jonathan's usual spot.  I wasn't sure why she
thought whispering made sense.  I guess Jake's obscene gesture reminded her
of last night, when I revealed to her and Cindy that I owned a dildo.  She
didn't know it was a dildo, or why I had it, but she was interested in it
enough that she couldn't wait to ask me in private about it.  "I promised?"
I asked, not remembering the specifics.  "Well, I did want to teach all of
you about the 'birds and the bees', especially due to recent events," I
admitted.  "In fact, I was just talking to my client about lesson plans,
and she gave me some interesting ideas," I continued.  "I don't get what's
so important about birds and bees," J.R said.  "I heard you saying
something about it before.  Who cares?" "Sex, dummy" Cindy mocked.  "Mom's
talking about sex.  Honestly?" "Cindy!" I glared, "Please.  I should have
clarified." She was right though.  Even if it wasn't obvious, he was old
enough to pick up on that by now.  Maybe he was just playing dumb to verify
his suspicions.  "We could learn about the bees tonight!" Ella decided.  "I
thought about it," I agreed, "but this is a very sensitive topic.  We
definitely need to talk about it in private." I didn't want to make Amanda
uncomfortable by using her as an excuse, but somehow it was obvious she was
the reason for the change of plans.  "Amanda doesn't mind, do you Amanda?"
Ella turned to her "Dear," I broke in shaking my head, "We can do this
another night.  Sex is a topic that can be quite graphic, and most parents
have different ideas on how it should be approached.  I really don't want
Amanda's dad coming after me for my style of teaching." "She can cover her
ears," Ella suggested.  Amanda started to shake, and I knew she was feeling
unwanted.  I was frustrated with Ella's persistence.  "It's okay.  I can go
home," Amanda started to sob.  Ella gave me a crusty.  She blamed me for
the turn of events.  I sighed.  "No, Amanda I want you to stay.  We all
do," I said, looking over at Jake who I knew had taken some interest in
her, even if it was below the belt.  "Maybe you could just watch a movie
upstairs for a few minutes..." "I won't tell!" She broke out, "My dad
doesn't care anyway.  Honest!" "Amanda..." I started to argue as delicately
as possible.  "Amanda is going to get the lesson, anyway," Cindy
interrupted, looking at Ella.  "Huh, El?" "Yup!" Ella beamed.  "Me and
Amanda are BFFs now, see?" Ella pointed to a bracelet she was wearing that
matched Amanda's.  "I told her all about cocks, and milk...  oh and how
Jake and J.R has cocks, and daddy too, and that you help him make milk, and
that cocks get happy, and..." Cindy looked at me, as if to say "See?" Wow.
Now it was my turn to blush.  I needed to clarify things with Ella, and
quick.  "Ella," I broke in, "Slow down.  I like how you are so eager to
learn, but we need to keep these discussions in the family-" "NO!" she
yelled, getting upset.  "Okay, okay," I conceded, with a sigh.  Ella could
not be reasoned with.  "Amanda, apparently you're part of the family now,"
I smiled weakly.  "You HAVE to promise me some things," Ella's mood changed
quickly into excitement.  "She promises, momma!" "Ella," I said sternly, "I
haven't even said what she has to promise!" I looked back at Amanda and
continued.  "Ella's clothes might not fit you so well yet right now. 
That's why your parent's might not like them.  If they tell you not to wear
them, please respect that.  You must promise me that you won't tell your
parents I approved you to wear them either." I knew if Ella let Amanda
borrow her clothes, people would wonder where she got them from.  I needed
to hide my tracks.  "You also have to promise that IF you decide to sit in
on our sex lesson, that you will never, ever tell anyone what you saw and
heard.  Not to your parents.  Not to your brothers.  Not to anyone. 
Promise?" If Ella did let Amanda wear her clothes, she was going to get a
lot of attention that she might not understand.  It might be a good idea to
teach her about sex after all, that way she could be prepared when all that
attention started turning into something more.  Amanda promised to
everything, and Ella tried to double those promises with her own.  It was
convincing, but I didn't know if I could expect Amanda to keep them.  For
now, it was the best I could hope for.  "Great," I smiled.  "I guess this
is the first lesson about sex then: People are very sensitive about it. 
Don't EVER bring it up to someone unless you know them!  You'll soon learn
that sex is such a big thing, such a fun thing, that you'll always wonder
why people don't talk about it all the time.  Well, this is why.  Please
keep it within the family," I said, looking at Ella, "...and VERY close
friends." Ella nodded her understanding.  The other kids seemed really
hesitant about the planned lessons though.  "That said, we'll have lots of
fun.  We'll just cover the basics tonight.  Your dad has some learning
material in the attic I'll bring down.  And I bought treats too!" I assured
them, hoping they'll look forward to it.  "J.R and Jake can help me get
them ready," I winked.  That did the trick.  They were all excited now.  *
* * After dinner, I took my time to consider how I would go about teaching
my kids.  There was something exciting about following my client's advice
from earlier.  I did want to show them.  I wanted my kids to really
understand what sex was, and if they had a demonstration, there would be no
confusion.  At the same time I had to consider our new guest.  Amanda
really threw a curve ball into my plans.  Jonathan had amassed quite a
collection of pornography before his children were born.  We use to watch
dirty movies together after having sex, just to see if we could get
ourselves more aroused than when we started.  It often led to second and
even third rounds of sexual bliss.  After the kids though, Jonathan tossed
most of it out, or boxed it up and put it in the attic.  It took me a while
to find the box, but I did, and brought it down to my bedroom.  I was
relieved to find there was still a sizable amount of smut inside it.  Even
after all that effort to find the porn, I didn't know if I wanted to use
any of it for the lesson.  It was all so...  explicit.  Not that I was too
scared to show my kids the full details of copulation, but maybe it was too
much for a first lesson, especially with Amanda to worry about.  Besides,
these pictures only told part of the story.  My kids would want to hear,
smell, and see sex up close.  My client's husband offered to do this for
me, and such a learning opportunity would be perfect for their first
exposure.  That's why when I found a few issues of some softcore magazines,
I was elated.  It showed just enough.  I even found one of my old calendars
featuring naked men.  I got it when I was a sophomore in college as a white
elephant gift.  My husband must have kept it as a keepsake.  It was dated,
but I forgot how hot the men inside it were!  "Mom, I need better P.J's,"
Cindy said, entering the master bedroom.  "You're going to give me a heart
attack if you keep doing that!" I laughed, surprised as usual from Cindy's
unannounced visit.  "And I don't know what you mean.  I know you have
pajamas." "Not like yours," she said.  "Mine are too hot." "It's cool in
the basement," I countered.  "Besides, what can we do about it now?  It's
almost 8:00.  Stores are closing.  I'd give you one of mine, but it
wouldn't fit." "Yeh, I know," she said.  "Just letting you know we need to
go shopping again." I nodded to her, but then realized something: "Hey, I
have an idea!  Why don't you wear one of your father's oversized t-shirts?"
Cindy looked at me skeptically.  "'K," she finally decided.  I went into
the closet and came back with a large black t-shirt with some stupid text
on the back advertising tree and garden repair.  I handed it to Cindy, and
to my surprise, she stripped off her clothes in front of me.  Her breasts
were just perfect, with light pink nipples crowning them.  She was sexy,
and even I knew it.  "You changed your underwear!" I gasped.  She was
wearing the "slut" panties.  Did she plan to show me this on purpose?  "I
thought you liked the black pair I got you?" "I left them for J.R," she
grinned, "I left them on his doorknob" "Besides," she continued, pulling
the t-shirt over her head, "these panties matched my clothes better" I
laughed for a second, mostly to give me time to take in all that she told
me.  "You're really diabolic, did you know that?" I smiled.  "I'm sure
after seeing you all day in this," I said, picking up the "got milk?"
t-shirt Cindy threw on the bed, "J.R will really appreciate your
suggestion. Are you sure you're ready for that?" "He did it again, you
know," Cindy said in response.  "I caught him leaving your room while you
were gone." "What?!" I stammered, walking to my hamper.  "I have them.  It
was the red ones" "You have them?!" I asked with surprise "I'm holding them
hostage," she laughed.  "It's weird because his milk tastes really
familiar, I was trying to figure it out..." "You TASTED it?" I gasped. 
"Uh-huh.  I tried it out like you did," she said plainly, lifting her
oversized shirt, and patting her mound.  I didn't hear anything.  "Er, I
think it dried.  I can still smell it tho'!" Wow.  Cindy was full of
surprises.  She was playing a game with me, and winning too.  I bent over a
little, and Cindy kept her father's shirt held up so I could smell her. 
"That's him alright," I chuckled.  "Actually, that's what most men smell
like," I admitted.  I didn't know what else to say, she had really taken me
off guard.  "What's with all the dirty magazines?" She asked next, looking
at the large box.  "Is that for tonight?" "You must have gotten your smarts
from your dad," I said, looking at her with yet another expression of
astonishment.  "How do you know about 'dirty magazines' anyway?" I asked,
starting to hide the box and its contents.  "From school.  One of the kids
brought one.  The boys were looking at it under the bleachers" "Did you get
to look through it?" "Hell no," Cindy said, making my ears perk up from her
swearing; yet another surprise for the evening.  "Those boys are grody"
Cindy looked at herself in the full-size mirror while I put the box away.
Her long legs were very exposed in her father's t-shirt.  "This will work,"
she said.  Then she left.  * * * Before long Ella and her friend Amanda
were wearing one of my husband's oversized shirts as well.  It wasn't a
surprise that they would follow after Cindy.  Cindy was the role model. 
She was quickly becoming a bad one too.  "Is everybody ready?" I asked,
standing in front of the TV in the movie room.  I had brought down an extra
chair from the kitchen, but Amanda decided to smash in with the girls on
the love seat.  I decided to use the chair for myself and placed it next to
me.  "They're not ready," Ella pointed to her brothers.  "They haven't
changed into PJs!" "Why would we do that?" Jake retorted, "This isn't movie
night." "Yeh.  Besides, I don't wear pajamas to bed anymore," J.R joined
in. "Yah!  Um, me neither!" Jake lied.  "Suit yourselves boys.  Ella just
wants you to be comfortable," I said looking down at her and winking. 
Making the kid's snarky comments seem like they were well intended helps
prevent drawn out bickering sessions.  "Now.  As you all know," I started.
"Boys and girls are different.  What do boys have?  Ella?" "Cocks!" she
answered.  "Cocks.  That's right, sweetheart.  And what do girls have? 
Jake?" "Boobies!" Jake replied, matched Ella's enthusiasm.  "Just boobies?"
I asked, not satisfied with the answer.  "Tits!" Ella threw out when no one
answered.  Cindy rolled her eyes.  "Tits and boobies are the same thing,"
Cindy said.  "Women have vags," she said simply, and opening her legs a
little.  "Vaginas," I clarified.  "And that's right.  They are the
opposites of penises, and for a wonderful reason.  That reason is...  sex!
But before we get into sex, I want to get everyone comfortable with each
other's sexual organs." I pulled out my dildo and put it on display.  "This
is what a cock looks like." Ella leaned forward to try and get a better
look.  "I'll pass it around so you can see the details," I said, passing it
to Cindy who was sitting closest to me.  Cindy looked at it closely, and
then wiggled it in her hands.  "That replica is made of rubber, so
obviously a real cock wouldn't do that.  Real cocks feel kind of like... 
velvet.  And they don't bend or wiggle easily." "Not always," J.R said as
if he was grading my teaching skills.  "Oh!  Excuse me, this is what a
penis looks like when it is happy, or excited," I corrected myself, almost
forgetting that penises weren't always erect.  "When they aren't excited,
then they aren't hard at all, and they're small and sad." "What makes a
cock happy?" Ella asked, as she was handed the dildo.  She was studying it
carefully, and Amanda looked on in awe.  "Girls do.  You three do," I
smiled.  "Look at what you're doing to your brother's cocks," I said,
pretending they weren't listening to me.  "Hey!" J.R said, now trying to
hide his bulge in his pants while Ella looked on and smiled.  Amanda
noticed the two boy's bulges for seemingly the first time, and covered her
open mouth.  "Remember how I said cocks make milk?  A boy will get excited
when a girl is around and she looks like she might help milk him." Ella
raised her hand now that Amanda had the dildo.  "How do you milk a cock?"
She asked, not waiting for me to call on her.  "I'm going to show you in a
minute, honey.  It's a skill every girl has to learn.  It's a really good
idea to get use to and learn to love boy milk because it's so good for a
woman," I lied Amanda handed the dildo back to Ella, not knowing where else
to put it.  Ella got up and handed the dildo to J.R.  "Is that really what
a cock looks like J.R?" J.R looked at it, but didn't take it.  "Nope.  Mine
isn't blue." "Ella, give it to me sweetheart.  The boys are very familiar
with cocks already." Ella handed me the dildo and sat back down.  "J.R is
right, cocks aren't blue.  They're not all this size either.  Some are
bigger, some smaller.  But this was taken from a mold of a man's cock so
the shape is accurate." "As for the other details...  well, since I haven't
been able to get in touch with my male model yet, you'll just have to look
through these for now," I said, placing the magazines and calendar on the
coffee table.  "But wait until after the lesson first, please," I quickly
stated, catching Ella standing up to fetch them.  "Right now I'm going to
show you how to milk a cock." I held the cock up, and moved closer to my
kids.  "Sometimes I like to run a finger along the underside of the shaft
first," I said, demonstrating, "just to get them use to my touch." "If you
look at the tip, there's a slit," I said pointing the cock down and showing
each girl.  "This is where the milk comes out.  It will start producing
some right away.  It's kind of a clear color, and it's really slick, so
I'll take my finger, and rub the tip to collect some of it." "The head of
the penis is really sensitive, and boys really like to be touched there. 
You should pay attention to it, but not too much because it can be so
pleasurable that it is painful.  It will take you some practice before
you'll know just the right amount of pressure to use.  When in doubt, have
the boy show you!  Boys love showing off like this!" I took the dildo, and
started to pump it, twisting the head when my hand got to the top.  I
showed the girls the twisting motion, and then continued to repeat the
motion several times.  "Just keep pumping it up and down like this," I
said, looking over my shoulder at the boys, and making sure they could see
my hand movements on the dildo.  They squirmed in their seats, and made
light grunting sounds.  "See?  The boys can barely even stand a
demonstration," I giggled.  "If you keep doing this, you'll get their milk
eventually.  But there's something that boys like even more.  I brought the
dildo up to my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.  "Your mouth!" I said
smiling.  I got up and sat on the coffee table in front of the girls. 
"Boys, since you haven't experienced this before, you might want to come
and watch this next demonstration so you have an idea on what to expect!"
The boys stood up without a word, and walked to the side of the loveseat
next to Amanda.  She blushed.  "The tongue is a perfect tool for a boy's
tool," I started.  "It's soft and wet and feels nice, here" I said licking
the underside of the shaft, and moving my way up, "and especially here," I
said licking all over the top of the head of the dildo.  "But what boy
really like is suction!" I put the dildo in my mouth and sucked in hard. 
"This is called a blowjob.  Boys LOVE blowjobs," I began to perform
fellatio on the dildo while the kids watched intently.  "The trick is to
watch the teeth!" I directed, "You're jaw might get sore from keeping your
teeth from touching his cock; that's why you need lots of practice.  Here
Cindy, why don't you try," I directed holding the cock out for Cindy.  I
expected Cindy to take the dildo, but she leaned over while I held it.  I
got into better position, holding it up like it was a real cock.  "Good
job, baby," I said, watching Cindy take the dildo into her mouth.  "Okay,
let's hold it right here for a moment.  While he's in your mouth, snake
your tongue out and pleasure the tip.  Can you feel it?" Cindy nodded her
head, "yes".  God it was a gorgeous site to see her attached to a dildo at
the lips like that.  It was easy to picture her doing it to the real thing.
"Mom?" Jake timidly spoke out.  "Just a minute, Jake.  Ella's turn," I
said, pulling the cock out of Cindy's mouth with a pop.  Ella wrapped her
little mouth around the dildo and her head started to bob back and forth.
"That'a girl!  A natural," I smiled.  "You'll be getting lots of milk like
that." "Sometimes though, guys will throw you off and start thrusting," I
said, thrusting the dildo back and forth into Ella.  Ella was too surprised
and backed away so she could let off a cough from choking.  Then she
eagerly latched back on.  "Hold open your throat Ella, let the cock slide
in," I said thrusting up again.  She did her best but couldn't deal with
the forced entrance into her throat.  "It's okay, baby, guys only do that
when they get carried away or are assholes," I said.  "But you should get
some practice in, preferably on a real cock," I winked "MOM!" Jake said,
with urgency.  "What?!" I replied a little too angrily.  "I...  I really
have to pee," he said.  I looked over at J.R, and he seemed highly
uncomfortable too, and had his hands in his pocket.  "Can't you hold it?" I
asked, knowing full well he needed to rub one out.  I was actually hoping
he would blow it right there so the girls could see his cum.  Better yet,
if the boys wanted to just rub one out in front of the girls...  "It's
Amanda's turn!  What do you say?  Want to suck it?" I asked the meek little
girl, ignoring Jake's protests.  "Do it Amanda!" Ella encouraged.  "It's
fun!" Amanda reached out to the dildo and ran her finger along the
underside and stroked the cock first before licking the tip.  We were all
surprised to see her so masterfully following my instructions and taking
her time with the dildo.  By the time she was sucking on the cock, we were
all hooting.  "Go Amanda!" Cindy laughed.  "No kidding.  Have you done this
before?" I asked surprised at how seriously she was taking the sucking
lesson.  She shook her head "no", and kept going.  "See how Amanda is
pumping the cock at the same time she sucks, that's really a good technique
I didn't mention.  Also if you fondle their balls-" "Um, Mom.  Um.  Did you
say you bought some treats or something?" J.R interrupted, hopping on one
foot.  I knew what he was thinking.  "Oh my god!  Yes.  I forgot!" "Why
don't you girls practice some more on the dildo.  And to help you get some
inspiration, flip through this calendar," I instructed, taking the calendar
from the coffee table and handing it to Cindy.  She opened it up.  January
was a mostly nude fireman.  His cock was sticking straight out, and he was
leaning against a roll of hose.  "Hot, huh?" I grinned.  "That's what a
real cock looks like," I said pointing at it.  "Comeon' boys, let's get the
treats!" * * * "We have to be quick!" I whispered as we climbed the stairs.
"I think Cindy might be on to us!" When we got to the kitchen I almost
ripped off my son's pants.  "First things first.  Get those beautiful
monsters out!" I ordered.  Soon I had two dripping cocks in front of me. 
God did I want to suck the cum straight out of their balls!  "Oooh, I love
those!" I gushed after I saw them.  I can't believe I admitted that in
front of them, but after that night, I just couldn't pretend with them
anymore.  The boys were grinning ear to ear.  I pulled out some cream
filled cupcakes I bought at the grocery store.  "Fresh from the bakery," I
smiled.  "Except, I didn't like the cream that came with it." I showed the
boys a turkey baster that I used to suck out the cream from the pastries
earlier.  The baster now had some real cream in it.  Yuck.  Too much sugar.
"The only question is...  Should we make a special version for our guest?"
"Most definitely," J.R didn't hesitate.  "I concur!" Jake said in a silly
voice.  "Then that means you two need to fill two cupcakes up each.  Do you
think you can handle that?" "And then some!  My balls are achin'" J.R
revealed.  "It'll be tricky, but we don't have time to plan it," I said I
took a step towards J.R and grabbed his cock.  "Oh, fuu- freak!" J.R
exclaimed at my touch.  "Fuck, sweetheart.  Say it: 'fuck'" "Fuuuck!" he
winced in pleasure, still getting over my grasp.  "That's better
sweetheart. I want you to use those words around me when your cock is
hard." "Jake, remember how you filled up that bottle of conditioner?  Same
thing here." I turned the cupcake sideways so that the hole that was used
to hollow out the cupcake was aligned with J.R's penis.  "Cork the
cupcake," I said, plugging the hole with J.R's cock.  "Then fire away!" I
said lustily.  "Here's the hard part: once the cupcake is full, you need to
put it down and fill up the next one without spraying that delicious love
cream all over the place.  Do you two think you can manage?" "Yes," Jake
nodded.  "Hell, yes." J.R agreed.  "No.  FUCK yes," he said smiling.  I
returned his smile while I walked to the freezer.  "As much as I wish I
could watch your cocks spurt their juices, I better start scooping the ice
cream," I sighed.  I was terrified Cindy would pop around the corner at any
moment like she was becoming known for.  The ice cream was soft from it
being newly purchased that afternoon, and I was able to scoop out some ice
cream fairly quickly while I watched the boys from the corner of my eye. 
"Uhnn," Jake grunted.  "UhNNNN!" he followed up, it had only been a few
seconds.  He was coming already.  "Yesssss!  Make that fucking cock cum for
your sisters," I said watching him now.  I grabbed another cupcake for him.
He needed it after his first spurt, as cum fired back at him from the
stuffed hole.  "Quick!" I helped him swap the cupcake while his cock
recoiled for a second shot.  That's when J.R started grunting too.  "Fuck.
Fuck.  Fuck!" he snarled, abusing his new word.  Thankfully, J.R had no
problem swapping the cupcake on his own, and managed to cream the bottom of
the second cupcake only a little before plugging the hole.  Jake was
already done with the second cupcake, and now his cock was squirting the
floor.  Thinking quickly, I grabbed the bowl of the ice cream.  "Don't'
waste it!" I insisted, putting the bowl under him.  "I need one too!" Jake
urged, and pointed his cock up.  Cum was beginning to spill over the top of
him and puddle into his grip.  "Ug!  I can't stop it!" I wasn't prepared,
but managed to scoop one large chunk of ice cream into a bowl before he had
finished cumming.  "I want Amanda to try one of mine," Jake said, pleased
he was the first to cum.  "I didn't know we were playing that game," I
laughed.  "But okay." * * * "What took so long?" Cindy asked, peering over
the top of one of the magazines.  I looked at the girls for a moment.  They
were horny.  Really horny.  I could even smell it in the air.  "The ice
cream was being difficult," I explained, looking at one of the bowls I was
carrying.  I had divided up some of the ice cream that the boys came on
into four equal pieces.  The cum had hardened nicely.  The boys put their
bowls down on the coffee table, then handed the girls their bowls.  I admit
the chivalry was unlike them, and Cindy noticed.  "Man!  I got real
hungry," J.R said, picking up his bowl.  I wasn't surprised he was low on
energy with how much his wonder muscle was convulsing minutes ago.  "Looks
yummy, momma!" Ella exclaimed, finally paying attention to her dish.  She
had been enjoying the calendar.  "Thanks," Amanda said, putting the dildo
down and grabbing her bowl.  "Yeh, thanks!" Ella said.  Cindy had picked up
her cupcake, and was about to take a bite when I saw her trying to smell
something.  Investigating the cupcake, Cindy found the oozing cream and
tasted it.  She gave me a sideways glance, and then looked at her brothers.

   "Trade ya!" she said.  It was too late.  The boys had already started to
eat.  "Okay," J.R played, and started making motions like he was going to
regurgitate his cupcake.  "Ha-ha," she mocked.  "Fine, I'll trade with
you!" Cindy grabbed my bowl right out of my hands before I could react. 
"Honestly Cindy!  What's wrong with yours?" I asked, playing dumb.  I took
a big bite out of the cupcake.  Oooh, it was juicy.  Cindy gave me another
"look", and then inspected her new cupcake.  Her look changed to
bewilderment mixed with doubt.  "Huh," she said, puckering her lips to the
side.  Then she took a bite.  She either knew the taste of cum now that she
had some alone time with a freshly soiled panty of mine, or she was
beginning to suspect something was up.  Either way, the boys and I enjoyed
watching her eat the desert.  "Mmm," she said, looking at me.  "I'm glad we
traded.  Yours was good," she mocked.  Why she thought I wasn't going to
enjoy my son's jizz was beyond me.  Of course my cupcake was full of spunk.
"Oh good!  I was going to say you made a mistake!  Yours was divine!" "You
know what else is good?" Ella said.  "Cocks!" Ella opened the model for
March, and showed us.  "Ew!  Put that thing away!" Jake teased.  "Hey,
yeah! This hasn't been fair.  Way too many dicks.  Where are our replica
boobies?" J.R pouted, finishing his bowl.  "Who said we were done?" I said
wickedly.  "This is just intermission." "Good.  I'm still waiting to see a
real cock," Cindy said looking over the magazine she had picked back up and
at her brothers.  Jake and J.R already had an erection again, and Cindy had
watched when the two boys adjusted them.  "That's for lesson two," I told
Cindy.  "You'll see a real cock, and we will talk about other types of sex
besides oral." Everyone seemed especially surprised to hear this.  Ella put
her bowl down and cleared her throat.  "Lesson two?  I'm not sleepy.  Let's
do it now!" She asked excitedly.  She definitely didn't look sleepy either.
"We haven't even finished lesson one!" I laughed.  "Besides, your father
isn't here to help, and I need to arrange things with another man." Cindy's
eyes went wide, but she didn't say anything.  Worried she might take issue
with my lesson plan, I asked her what she thought.  "Since dad isn't
showing us...  Do you think we'll be able to practice sucking him?" she
asked.  I was relieved she had her head in the right place.  "Oh, yah!"
Ella said excitedly as she hadn't thought about it until now, "I want to
see some milk, too!" I shook my head.  "Sorry girls.  You'll have to get
your practice somewhere else, because this gentleman only agreed that I
could touch him," I explained, though the real reason was I knew how
illegal it'd be for my girls to touch him like that.  Come to think of it,
letting him be an exhibitionist in front of my children might have been
illegal too.  I wasn't sure, but the less he had on me, the better.  "But,
I'll be sure to make it so you can see his milk," I compromised, making
Ella feel a little better.  "Is there going to be a female model too?" J.R
asked.  "No baby.  I could probably get one, but I'm not sure if you'd want
to see HER naked," I said truthfully.  "If you prefer, I thought I could
fill in the role of the woman."

   J.R looked at his brother, not sure what to say.  "After tonight," I
said, unstrapping my nightie.  "You'll have seen me naked anyway." I let
the nightie fall to expose my breasts.  J.R actually groaned, and Cindy
flushed red.  Ella and Amanda just looked on in shock.  "I don't have any
replicas of women parts," I laughed looking at my kids.  "So I figured
these could help teach you," I said in a bedroom voice and cupping my
breasts.  Cindy watched her brothers for a second and then stood up,
alarming me.  "I think we all know what boobs look like, mom.  What do they
feel like?" She reached out and pinched my tits, then stood behind me and
smashed them together.  She was watching her brothers.  "Cindy!" I gasped.
She new what breasts felt like.  She just wanted to watch her brothers
squirm some more.  "Please.  You owe me from earlier anyway," she said,
flicking my breast like I had done to her at the dinner table.  Cindy ran
her hands slow down each tit until each nipple slid between the cracks of
her fingers.  I moaned, and she stopped in reaction.  "Sorry," I excused
myself.  "The nipples are really sensitive, and that feels really good." "I
bet they liked to be sucked on too," Cindy smirked, remembering last
night's movie.  "Anybody need practice?" She said, looking specifically at
her brothers, while she played with a nipple in her fingers.  I grabbed
Cindy hands.  "NO!  No oral practice tonight.  Not with me!  Things will
get way out of control.  Sit down Jake," I breathed.  Thank god Jake didn't
put up a fight.  There is no way I would have stopped him if he kept
walking towards me.  "Can...  Can you shake them?" J.R timidly asked. 
Cindy lifted her hands off my tits, and smiled when I raised my arms over
my head and shook my torso.  By breasts wobbled back and forth lewdly. 
"Wooowww!" Jake drooled.  J.R was too busy swallowing to speak.  "Tits can
really get a man's milk boiling," I explained to Ella who looked a little
confused.  "If Jake and J.R didn't already have an excited penis, they
would have one by now!" "ALL breasts are sensual," I continued, feeling
Ella's self-doubt.  "Men like them big or small." I would have told her she
was going to have some very nice tits once she filled out some more, but I
didn't want to make Amanda any more uncomfortable than she was.  Besides,
it was true for the most part.  "Some men even prefer them small!" Cindy
decided to sit back down.  When she did, she lifted her legs up on to the
loveseat, causing her shirt so slide up.  Her panties were visible to the
boys, but they didn't notice, thanks to my little titty show.  "Yeh, Yeh.
Boobs are boobs.  What else do you have to show us, mom?" Cindy grinned. 
"True, Cindy," I said standing up, and looking at her with a "watch it
missy" type of a look.  "Boobs are the more boring part of a woman." With a
sudden tug, I let my nightie fall to the floor.  I now stood before my kids
in nothing but panties.

   "Oh, holy fuck," J.R exclaimed quietly.  Ella found J.R's language more
disturbing than her mostly naked mother and pointed at him: "J.R swore!" I
laughed.  "No baby.  Fuck is actually the right word.  When a man sees a
woman like this, that's what they want to do...  but that's an advanced
topic for lesson two.  For now, just know sex and fucking go together, and
it's appropriate to say that word when you're talking about it." "Oh." Ella
said defensively, as if nobody told her that before.  "Why are your panties
so wet, mom?" Cindy teased, continuing her bratty theme for the evening. 
"I was going to ask you the same thing, dear" I quipped back, looking down
at her exposed panties.  Cindy blushed and put her legs down.  "Since Cindy
brought it up, I suppose it's worth mentioning: Like when a man's cock
changes to be big and hard when he's excited, a woman's body does things
too.  She'll get wet down there," I said cupping my panty clad pussy and
running my hand over it.  "Her nipples also will standout further," I
continued, bringing my hands to my nipples, and pulling on them, then
letting go.  I walked around to Cindy.  "Sometimes, you can even see a
girl's exctement poking through a her shirt," I smiled, running my hands
across Cindy's shirt where her nipples were plainly visible.  Cindy was
learning not to mess with me and took her punishment quietly.  "Look boys!
All of the girls are soooo excited.  I bet it has something to do with all
those cocks they saw tonight." The boys grinned at the girls after looking
at the nipples pushing through their tees.  They didn't have any reason to
complain, they knew the boys were excited all evening.  "Which reminds me:
Have either of you two seen a pussy?" I asked in a sultry voice, and
placing one leg up on the coffee table.  The two boys, as dazed as they
were, only shook their heads.  "Wanna see one?" I asked, my voice turning
even sultrier.  My kids were quiet as I stood on top of the coffee table,
and twirled so my back was facing the boys.  I placed my fingers under the
band of my panties and looked over my shoulder.  The boy's attention was
impossibly tense.  Slowly, I wiggled my panties down, bending deeply at the
waist.  When I had bent all the way over, I looked back at my sons with an
open smile.  They looked like they were going to explode!  Stepping out of
my panties, I widened my stance on the table and then cupped my exposed
pussy.  Using my fingers, I lewdly opened my world to them.  "This is a
pussy," I smiled to them while holding my left hanging breast with my other
hand.  Once I felt they had seen enough, I leaned back up to face the
girls. "And that's how you show a boy one." The kids collectively exhaled.
"Hmm...  This next part is important.  Maybe you two will let me take your
spot?" I asked the boys.  "You can just sit on the coffee table.  "As my
two boys stood up and walked past me, my whole body shivered from being
naked so close to them.  I felt absolutely evil, and incredibly horny.  I
took the two pillows on the loveseat and placed them behind me so I could
lean back.  Then I opened my legs.  Wide.  My boys' eyes roamed over my
legs before focusing on my open pussy.  Their facial expressions were true
kodak moments; I hadn't seen them this completely succumbed by lust before.
"You girls should gather around too, in case you miss something," I said
softly.  Once the girls moved next to the boys on the coffee table, I used
my fingers to display each part of my vagina, explaining in detail what
each part was.  "...and this is the clit.  It is very sensitive.  Think of
it like the female version of a penis.  It feels realllly good when it's
touched," I began rubbing my clit.  "...and licked," I continued rubbing my
sweet spot in circles.  "...and sucked-" Just then my phone rang.  Cindy
picked it up, as she was closest to it.  "It's dad," she said, looking at
the caller ID and handing me the phone.  "He's early," I replied, checking
the time.  "We're almost done, he can wait." I had silenced the phone and
was leaning over to place the phone back on the coffee table when I felt a
hand cup my breast.  "J.R!" I blushed, sitting back up quickly.  "Cindy got
to!  I wanted to know how they felt," he reasoned, hoping I would let him
play some more.  "I want to too!" Ella said, reaching out a finger to poke
my boob.  "Wait!" I giggled, sensing Jake wanted to get a feel in too. 
"You each get 15 seconds, and that's it.  Go J.R" J.R spent his 15 seconds
squeezing and massaging both of my tits like they were the most interesting
things he'd ever seen.  They were inexperienced touches, but it was
undescribeably thrilling, and my breath soon became labored.  The girls
loved to see the way they moved when a boy handled them.  Cindy even sat on
the corner of the coffee table to put her hand between her thighs.  By the
time Jake was done squeezing my boobs, my eyes were closed and I had my
head pushed back.  I probably shouldn't have let them, but it felt so good.
I didn't realize how much my body wanted their touch.  Ella was pinching my
nipple for her turn when the phone rang again.  It was their father.  "You
better get it," Cindy said, not bothering to move her hand from her legs.
"'Whenever someone calls twice, it's an emergency'," she quoted.  I didn't
have a choice anyway, because she answered the call before handing me the
phone.  "Hello?  Oh H-hi!" I said with a stutter.  Without me instructing
the children whose turn it was next, they decided they would all start
feeling me up at once.  "What's going on, are you okay?" Jonathan asked. 
"Fine, the kids are just juggling-- I'm just trying to juggle the kids
right now.  You called a little earl-ly".  Amanda had found my clit.  She
was rubbing it.  "I know.  I was just anxious to call and apologize--"
"OH!" I gasped, interrupting Jonathan.  Shit!  I hung up the phone as
quickly as I could and droped it.  "Oh god!  Oh gawwwwdddddd!  OH GOD!!" I
screamed.  I buckled as the orgasm exploded from me.  My legs traped
Amanda's hand as my juices poured from me, and I started to shake
violently. Shortly my legs quivered and Amanda quickly withdrew as I
squirmed on the couch.  "Fuck me!  OH FUCK!  Fuuuuuck!" I yelled.  The
excitement from the night, coupled with the kids' hands running over me
gave me the most intense orgasm of my life.  But it was Amanda who had
found my self-destruct button, and pushed it.  The other kids wanted to
play with my tits; but Amanda: she decided to try out what I had taught
her. "I am so glad these are leather," I finally said, catching my breath.
I had squirted everywhere, and I was becoming concerned about clean up. 
The kids didn't know what happened, and poor Amanda looked especially
worried that she had hurt me.  "You just gave your first woman an orgasm!"
I told Amanda, breathing deeply for more air.  "I don't think I've EVER
cummed so hard!" Cindy's eyes ran up and down my body.  Her expression
changed from concern to amusement.  "You better call dad back!" she smiled,
handing me the phone.  * * * "I'm so sorry, honey.  I lost control of
myself for a minute.  Ella's friend is staying the night and she caught me
off guard.  Nothing to worry about," I explained to my husband.  Before
calling him back I told the kids not to mention our sex lessons to him
because I didn't want him to feel like he was being left out.  "It's me
that should be apologizing, Kate," my husband started.  "About last
night..." "Oh, you mean the brunette vixen isn't back again tonight?"
"What? No--" "Go get her!  That was fun!" I lied.  Perhaps if he had
apologized sooner, I would have behaved like a good girl that day.  "She
uh...  She felt guilty.  Her husband-" "She was married?" I "tsk"ed at him
teasingly, interrupting whatever sob story he wanted to tell me.  "Then go
get another girl.  I bet she wasn't the first one you've taken to your
hotel room," I said, trying to keep my voice pleasant.  "Kate..." Jonathan
started to whine.  "Aren't the kids there?" "Yes.  Right next to me, do you
want to talk to them?" "Wait!  Last night.  Did you...  did you mean what
you said about them?  Are they really..." So he remembered the little lies
I spoke about his kids.  I had no doubt now.  The kids were well on their
way to being little sluts.  "Oh yes, Jonathan.  And more.  I have to tell
you some things.  But let's not go there right now.  Our kids are really
sweet, aren't you kids?" I asked loudly, putting the phone on speaker. 
"The Best!" Ella yelled.  "Hi dad!" Cindy joined in.  The kids and my
husband talked their usual talk, while I held the phone.  Completely naked.


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