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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�
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.  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 loudly, 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!" 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 fine, 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 nightly talk, while I held
the phone.  Completely naked.

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