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Title: Motherfolly
Part: Chapter 4
Author: j.mischief@zoho.com
Summary: A mother's sudden taste for cum has her raising her teenage children in a new light
Keywords: cum fetish, incest, whole family, teen, rape, drugs, Fm, FM

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I always thought disclaimers on these type of stories were
insulting to the reader.  OF COURSE child abuse (among other acts depicted
here) is disturbing and wrong.  But supposedly, I am legally obligated to
remind the reader.  If you can't separate fantasy from reality, don't read
this.

   This story builds off previous chapters.  Although it is in desperate
need of a revision, the initial draft for the first three chapters can be
read here:

  
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2012/6
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   MOTHERFOLLY - CHAPTER 4

   The next day, I awoke in a panic.  For what would be the last time in my
life, I felt a ping of regret.  Had I really just shown my body to my kids,
and _orgasmed_ in front of them?

   Not able to go back to sleep in my sober state, I stood up and put on a
robe to cover my half naked body.  Then I rushed down the hall to the first
bedroom door.  My eldest daughter's, Cindy's room, was empty.  I stayed
there a moment, observing how she kept it.  It was clean and tidy, and
didn't show any hints of a sexually rebellious teenager.  Instead, it
reflected her innocent, obedient personality.  I wondered then if I could
take back everything I had recently done.  If Cindy grew up as sexual as I
and she didn't like it, would she blame it all on me?

   I walked out of the master bedroom with uncertainty, and peeked into
Ella's room.  I already knew it would be empty.  My daughters were all
sleeping downstairs with their friend, Amanda.  But I was curious as to how
Ella's room contrasted to her sister's and what it could tell me about her
that I might not have known.  Ella would soon be a teenager, except her
room didn't show it.  It was messy and child like; with stuffed animals and
cute wall hangings.  Ella was taking her time growing up.  My recent
involvement in her life was definitely getting her back on track to
adulthood; a thought that caused me to feel a little better about myself.

   It was when I had gone to my son's rooms that my lousy mood had finally
lifted.  Both of their rooms were closed, and I knew why.  My boys wanted
privacy because they were up to naughty things, and I was delighted.  I
tried to peek in on them, but found both of their doors locked.  I suppose
it isn't unheard of for a teenager to lock themselves in their room, but I
still felt offended.  It was as if they were rejecting me after all I had
put out there for them.  Besides, why were they in their rooms?  Why
weren't they downstairs with the girls?  I knew they were attracted to
Ella's friend.  Didn't they have the balls to do something about it?

   Mmm, I knew they had the balls alright.

   And just like that, the day had begun again with my inner-slut finally
coming to the rescue.  I smiled to myself as I unloosened my robe and let
it hang open.  I had nothing to be ashamed of anymore.  Nothing left to
hide.

   * * *

   *Sniff, sniff*

   "Where's breakfast?" Ella asked, entering the kitchen, and trying to
smell out the bacon or pancakes she was used to waking up to.

   "I thought we'd just have coffee this morning," I covertly joked, hiding
my smile behind a cup-of-joe.

   Ella didn't respond.  She was eying my exposed body.  I was leaning
against the counter, and although my robe was closed enough to cover my
nipples (thanks in part to my arms holding up my coffee), my body was
otherwise on display.

   "That was really fun last night," she finally said.  "We couldn't stop
talking about it!  Oh my gosh mom, You are soooo beautiful!" Ella exclaimed
with growing enthusiasm.

   "Thanks baby, but I hope you learned more than that from my lesson..."

   "Morning!" Cindy cut in, popping her head into the kitchen after coming
up from the basement where the girls had spent the night.  She too paused
for a moment, noticing quickly that my long legs weren't hidden behind my
robe as usual.

   "What's for b--"

   "Coffee," Ella answered abruptly with a pout.

   "We're allowed to drink coffee now?  Sweeet!" Cindy replied, unfazed. 
She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a mug then poured herself a cup as
if daring me to stop her.  I wanted to see what she'd do, and didn't move.
It was true, we didn't let our kids drink coffee.  The last thing Johnathan
and I wanted were wired children.

   "Yeeeech!" Cindy cried, taking a sip of her fresh coffee.  "This is
disgusting!"

   "You didn't add cream and sugar, dear.  See if there are some cubes in
the freezer."

   I was recently very motivated to see if my daughters would acquire the
same fetish as me: semen!  It's not really that I believed that the gooey
white liquid-joy should be consumed with food, but I didn't know how else
to get my daughters started on it without them knowing.  That's why I hoped
Cindy would try the ice in the freezer.  I had checked this morning, and
the boys were able to fully fill up 3 squares (and a few partials). 
Unfortunately, Cindy didn't fall for my trick, and decided not to venture
further into the wonderful world of coffee.

   When she poured out her cup and went for the cereal drawer in search for
the Cheerios, I cut her off.

   "Cindy, put that down," I ordered, with a slight chuckle.  "We're going
out for breakfast.  Go wake up Amanda and get ready!"

   The girls squealed their approval and left to get their friend.  I too
went to get ready, stopping at J.R's room to wake him.  I optimistically
tried the door again, hoping to give him a special wake up call.  No luck;
it was still locked.

   "J.R, I have something for you!" I called tauntingly behind the locked
door.  There was no answer.  I stepped out of my panties and hanged them on
his doorknob--an idea I recently took from Cindy.  Then I slipped out of my
robe, because getting naked for this seemed like the right thing to do.

   "Jake, time to get up!  We're going out for breakfast!" I yelled
alluringly and rapping on Jake's door.  I was beginning to get a rush from
standing naked in front of their doors-- something that would have been
unheard of just days prior.

   "Comon' you two!  Hurry!" I thought to myself, hearing the girl's
chatter get louder.  The girls would be coming up to get ready soon, and I
didn't feel like explaining what I was up to.  "Dammit, you two," I
muttered under my breath after I realized they were going to be too late
for a proper "good morning" from their mother.  I picked up my robe and
headed for my room just as the girls were coming up the stairs.

   After showering, I dressed in a tan corduroy mid-thigh skirt and a
plunging sheer blouse.  I based my apparel on a pair of gorgeous matching
stilettos.

   As I was putting my hair up, I heard J.R.  yell out:

   "Hey!  I am NOT your personal laundry service!"

   I went into the hall to see J.R.  take four pair of panties off his
doorknob.  The girls were giggling.

   One of the joys of being a parent is all of the small day-to-day
surprises.  This was one of them.  I hadn't even considered that the girls
would see my panties hanging on J.R's doorknob.  They must have added their
own; even Amanda did (hers stood out the most as they were the most
modest)!

   "Lucky you, J.R," I giggled.  "Don't go through them too quickly!  It'll
be a while before I have another pair, because I'm not wearing any today,"
I teased, putting in an earring.  I could hear Amanda gasp from my
flirtatious remark, but the girls otherwise smirked-- giddy that they were
able to embarrass their brother.

   J.R.  just blushed and went back into his room, closing his door behind
him.

   The boys were either really shy, or had stayed up too late the night
before, because it took some coercing before they were fully ready.  But
eventually, all six of us were loaded up in the LandRover and heading off
to IHOP for breakfast.  Amanda was back in her boring old attire she had
brought with her- we were to drop her off at her house after breakfast. 
Cindy and Ella looked conservative and proper as they both donned dresses.
My sons would just have to use me as their eyecandy today.  Just in case, I
had them take the other libido pill in conjunction with the usual one.  I
knew that the combination of pills was risky, but I didn't want them to
have any distractions: they needed to spend the day focusing on their
sexual health.

   It was Sunday, and recently both Cindy and Ella had been going to church
with Mary.  Neither myself nor Johnathan were religious anymore, but
Cindy's friend was a Mormon.  Mary had been working on getting Cindy to go
to church for a long time, so I wasn't surprised when Cindy eventually
asked us about it.  Johnathan encouraged her to go to church with Mary.  He
thought it might be a good thing to have the girls learn about God in the
hopes that they would at least emulate the christian lifestyle.  Johnathan
tried to get the boys interested in church too, but Cindy threw a fit; she
insisted they weren't invited.  Of course we knew better-- Mary was the
type who wanted to convert everybody to her religion.  Everybody, except
maybe Ella.

   For some reason, Mary picked on Ella.  I think she didn't like how
childish Ella tended to act, and it drove her nuts that Ella was always
around when the two hung out.  There was mutual tolerance when they went to
church together though.  It made Mary proud that she took two guests with
her to church every Sunday, and Ella enjoyed going enough to oblige her.

   During the drive, Ella explained to me how we were breaking the sabbath
by going out to eat on a Sunday.  Now that she was taking religion
seriously, I was beginning to have second thoughts about the girl's new
interest in Mary's church.  I tried to think of ways to convince the girls
to drop the Sunday sessions, but I knew it had the potential of destroying
Cindy's friendship with Mary.

   We finally arrived to IHOP where the gang eagerly hurried inside to fill
their starving tummies.  I had purposely planned on taking the kids out to
breakfast in an attempt to try and break the ice from the previous night's
activity.  It was my way of rewarding the kids for not having doubts about
what we had done.  It worked beautifully.  Everybody was having a great
time, and by the end of it, the kids were unusually happy.  Even Amanda was
much more verbal than what I was used to.  I was also sure Amanda now had a
crush on my sons; I caught her staring at J.R and Jake whenever they
weren't looking.

   Eventually the table-side conversation changed to the prior night's sex
education lesson.  We had been discussing our favorite parts of the lesson
(and favorite parts of human anatomy!) when I noticed someone at the table
next to us trying to listen in.

   "Hey guys," I said in a slight whisper, causing the kid's to stop their
clamor and pay attention.  "You know how nobody ever talks about sex, even
though it is so amazing?  Part of the reason is because it's so much more
fun kept as a secret!"

   I held my pinkie finger out to the center of the table.  Cindy knew what
I was doing, and locked her pinkie to mine.  Soon all the other kids added
their pinkies too.

   "Today we are all members of club...  cupcake!  We solemnly swear never
to talk in public about club cupcake or our lessons about sex!"

   Ella enthusiastically swore to it right away, and the others followed.

   For the rest of breakfast, we talked about our club, and what it would
mean if we broke our oath.  I admit I didn't know if forming a "club" was
really necessary since there was only one planned sex lesson remaining, but
it made the lessons seem more special.  Plus, it effectively silenced the
kids' newly found knowledge while we were out in public.

   Once breakfast was over, we dropped Amanda off at her home.  Amanda told
us that she was planning on packing an overnight bag and coming right back
over if her parents would let her.  That's when I discovered the kids
falsely believed that the final sex lesson would be that night.  I tried to
tell Amanda to be patient and I would let her know when the next lesson
would be...  but, *I* didn't want to wait either!  I needed a man inside me
in the worst way.  I wasn't completely comfortable with having sex with my
client's husband, but it really turned me on knowing I would be making my
kids witness my first act of infidelity.  Even better than that: the kids
had no idea what they were going to be seeing that night.  Even if my
partner turned out to be awful performer, I was sure I would get off from
my kids reactions to hot, nasty sex.

   * * *

   "Hi Alex?"

   "Yes?  Who is this?"

   I didn't answer.  He is a man, why would it matter?  For now, I was just
a sexy voice on the phone.

   "How'd you like to fuck me tonight?"

   He paused.  He must have realized who I was: the hot blonde who had been
training his wife into shape...  and sucked his dick the other day. 
Unfortunately, that particular session hadn't ended well, and now I wasn't
sure if he would take my offer.

   "My place or yours?" He finally replied.

   "Mine.  We'll have an audience, like we discussed.  It'll just be a
one-time thing, I don't want to-"

   "Be there at 8"

   Alex hung up on me before I could explain the details (and rules!) of
his participation.  Based on his curt attitude, I figured he was still a
little bitter from our last encounter, but perhaps he wasn't strong enough
to turn down my offer.  It wasn't an ideal arrangement, but if my kids
wanted a proper sex lesson in such a short notice, my client's husband was
the best I could come up with.

   I hadn't originally planned to, but because my sons had locked
themselves in their rooms again, and because I was feeling super guilty for
what I ate for breakfast, I decided quality time with my treadmill was in
order.  I had nearly finished an 8-mile jog when I heard the girls come
home.  Always trying to be the best mother I can be, I had driven Mary and
my girls to church right after breakfast.  They had planned on walking, but
by the time we had arrived home from breakfast, we found an annoyed Mary on
our doorstep.  Poor Mary had been waiting 20 minutes for us.

   My children's friends come and go like you might expect they would
during their summer vacation.  Mary didn't often come over, but when she
did, she was usually the least disruptive friend my children had.  That's
why it was unexpected when I heard a commotion from upstairs:

   "I can't believe you are wearing /that/!" Mary shrieked.  "We are so not
friends right now!"

   "Mary, wait!" Cindy yelled, as the front door slammed.

   I immediately knew what was going on, and impulsively ran up the stairs.
Mary had just crossed a line with me.  She was NOT going to undo my
efforts.

   "Stay here," I ordered to the girls (who had changed out of their formal
dresses into something more comfortable-- MUCH more comfortable).  I bolted
out the door after Mary.

   "Mary, where are you going?" I inquired, catching up to her with ease.
Mary was intimidated by me, and I don't think she was expecting me to come
after her.  She tried to think of something to say, looking down at her
dress shoes for inspiration (a poor choice considering they didn't even
have heels!).  I almost felt bad that I had made her uncomfortable by
confronting her.  I suppose in hind sight, it _was_ unusual for me to get
in the middle of my children's affairs like this.

   "Look, my girls have been going through...  some changes.  You're the
most positive influence they have.  You can't give up on them!"

   Actually, I wanted her to never come back to my house again.  Except one
thing I knew for certain: teenagers are driven by their peers moreso than
their parents.  If Mary started avoiding Cindy, Cindy may start to make
changes in order to get back in.  Especially since Cindy hung out with a
tightly knit group of girls, and Mary had the potential of making her an
outcast amongst them.

   It bothered me that Mary had such a moral arrogance about her, and for
some reason, I felt like I needed to humble her.  Mary couldn't be reasoned
with, so I intended to throw her into my way of thinking rather than ease
her in.  To use Mary's line of thinking: she would be baptized by fire, or
be burned badly from it.  All I knew then was that Mary was not going to
leave my daughters feeling like petty whores until she understood what that
really meant.

   "They tried to get me to wear..  those..  those clothes," Mary spat.

   "I know, I know.  Awful little rags aren't they?"

   Mary just looked at me as I stood in front of her in my revealing
workout attire.  I despised the way her eyes accused me of being a
hypocrite.

   "Ella and Cindy are just trying to be comfortable in this heat.  You
understand," I reasoned, trying not to sound too manipulative.  "I know
Jesus didn't shun anyone based on their clothing choices..."

   Mary puffed.

   "They went to church with you, what more do you want, bitch?!" I thought
to myself.  But outwardly, I smiled and extended my hand to the young
teenager.  "Comeon' I'll get the girls to apologize."

   Mary reluctantly followed me back inside, where I promptly pulled my
daughters aside.  I told the girls that Mary was still very immature, and
that although I wanted them to brag and flaunt their new clothes, they were
to be more careful on how they did it.  I asked them to apologize to Mary,
despite the fact that she didn't deserve it.  They did as they were told,
and Mary apologized back; her apology was the only one that sounded
sincere.

   "Thank you Mary.  Why don't you join us for lunch?" I politely asked,
once the girls had made up.

   Mary declined as it was Sunday and she was "praying and fasting" for her
friends.  Normally, I would have left it at that, but I saw Mary as
unfinished business.  So, after some back and forth, Mary agreed to come
for dinner on Tuesday.  That would give me time to prepare her a special
lesson on humility.

   * * *

   I left the girls talking about whatever they had heard about in church
(Mary was thrilled to be talking about the subject again), and I had
intended on taking a shower...  but when I reached the top of the stairs, I
was surprised to see J.R's door wide open.  I peeked in: nobody was there.
I'd normally never disrespect my son's privacy by entering his room
uninvited, but since he wasn't there to protest, I let myself in and got
comfortable.

   "What the heck mom!" J.R.  shouted in a whinier voice than I remember
him having.  He had come back to his room to see me laying on his bed
leafing through a nudie mag.  I had found two magazines both opened to
busty blondes when I came in.  I wondered if he liked the blondes because
they reminded him of me.  Not that I really cared; it just felt good that
he was enjoying the pornography-- he was finally acting like a normal
teenager.  Well, *mostly* like a normal teenager.

   "What's the matter?  Not used to seeing a woman in your bed?" I teased,
laying flat and spreading my legs.  J.R took the taunt a little too
personally and was still a little upset, so I went on the defensive: "You
know I didn't say you could borrow these magazines," I waved the one I had
in my hand and sat up.  "I most certainly do not want you boys hiding in
your rooms.  It's not healthy."

   "Mom!" was all J.R could offer as a rebuttal.  He stomped in and tried
to hide the other magazine still on the bed.

   *riiippp*

   "Hey!  What are you doing?!"

   J.R quickly shuffled over to where I was sitting, worried I was
destroying his fun.  He tripped on his own feet and ended up standing much
closer to me than he intended.  It made me smile that his crotch was so
close to my face, and when I stood up, it seemed completely appropriate to
run my finger over the luring bulge in his pants.  J.R was blushing when
our faces met, but he did a good job of keeping eye contact.  In fact, he
didn't look away until I shoved the magazine back in his hands and walked
to his door.  When I reached his door, I closed it and unfolded the torn
out page.  It was a sexy centerfold!

   "She'd look beautiful on your door, don't you think?  How'd you like to
see *her* perky tits every morning, sweety?"

   "Yes, please!" J.R grinned, once he had recovered from his surprise to
my unusual invitation.  I enjoyed watching him react to my raunchy ideas,
and continued my fun:

   "After tonight, you'll have all sorts of ideas on what you'd like to do
to her, too!  So if you DO decide to hang her up, I want you to promise me
that you will think about all the nasty things you'd do to her.  Now is a
great time to start preparing for how a young man should handle a woman,
don't you think?"

   J.R.  didn't understand completely, so I explained to him that the final
part of our sex education lesson would be that night at around 8:00.  In
the lesson, I hoped his imagination might be broadened.

   "Hmmm, you know what?" I said, looking at the poster one last time, "I'd
love to see your room filled with more pictures like this one, BUT this is
the only one you can have from a magazine.  The rest are photos you have to
take yourself!"

   "Uhhh..." J.R started to ask, obviously confused.

   "I'm talking about real girls, sweety.  With real bodies.  These
magazines aren't meant to replace the real thing.  I can't let you have
your dad's magazines if you don't start seeing girls."

   "Riiight.  Um, problem: How?"

   "Don't worry, I'll show you.  You might not believe it, but this ol' hen
knows how a girl thinks, and I'll teach you how to get as many girls as you
can handle.  Let's talk sometime!"

   I placed the centerfold on his messy desk, and reminded him where the
masking tape was so he could hang it up.

   "Don't you dare lock this door again.  If anyone is trying to see what
you're up to, they'll get what they deserve.  Understood?"

   "Yah, sure mom," J.R.  replied simply, his eyes had been fixated on my
ass, an affect my yoga pants always seemed to have on men.  As unsurprising
as that was, it was the fact that J.R also had his hand in his pants that
took me off guard.  I paused, letting him know I had noticed.

   "Sorry, mom.  I'm SO horny!"

   "Mmm, good boy," I winked before leaving.

   I decided it was Jake's turn for a lecture, so I moved a few feet down
to Jake's door and knocked until he opened it.  When he did, he only
cracked the door open enough to poke his head out.

   "Open up, Jake.  We need to talk"

   I forced my way in to his room without waiting for his excuses.  I made
my way to his bed and cleared a spot to sit, then patted the area next to
me.  Jake obediently sat down.

   I was going to tell Jake the same things I told J.R., but something came
to me.  First I had to get him to show me where the magazines were.  He
initially denied having them, but I knew better, and eventually he pulled a
magazine out from beneath his pillow.

   "Just one?"

   "That's all that was left!  J.R stole the other two!  It's all his
fault! I wasn't going to take any, I swear!"

   "Relax, honey.  I want you to have them.  You need to know what a woman
looks like behind her clothes...  If you didn't have these magazines, I
would have to walk around naked.  You wouldn't like that would you?"

   Jake was too modest to answer.  I was just content with putting the
image in his head.

   I could tell he was still uneasy with being caught with porn, so I
opened up the magazine to the first girl and had him tell me what he liked
about her most.  He had a difficult time opening up to me, so I pretended
to be completely ignorant as to what boys found so appealing about women. I
waited until Jake was able to talk about the pornstar on the page, then I
flipped to the next page and asked him how the new girl compared.  We
continued this activity until the 5th pinup girl, when I realized the
answer to my questions could be summarized very simply: Jake was obsessed
with boobs.

   By now, Jake had gotten used to sharing with me, so I turned up the heat
and made him show me which girls he had liked so much, that he had orgasmed
to them.  Talking about what turned Jake on had the same affect on me, and
I openly rubbed my crotch.  Jake followed my lead and rubbed his bulge over
his clothes.

   "Isn't this fun?" I giggled.  "We should do this more often," I
suggested, wishing I had done the same activity with J.R.  "Have you
decided where you're going to cum next?" I asked, hoping he'd share his
next load with me.  I hadn't had my cum fix for far too long.

   "Uh.  About that.  I was going to ask, but...  uh, nothing shoots out
anymore," Jake admitted.  "Did I break it?"

   To be honest, I wasn't sure.  He had emptied his balls to almost half of
the girls in the magazine.  Can a man run out of spunk?  I needed to
consult Johnathan on this one, but I knew that even if I could, I couldn't.
Johnathan would literally kill me if he knew his boys were jacking off to
porn per my encouragement.

   "Does it hurt when you play with yourself?" I asked, with genuine
curiosity.

   "At first"

   "Alright mister, let me see it," I ordered, with concern.

   He was less reluctant than I thought he'd be, and a moment later I was
looking at a slightly red, and very dry penis.  Despite the obvious abuse,
I was still in love with what he had between his legs.  His cock was meaty
and just the right thickness.  I had to get my hands on it.

   "Aw, poor thing!  No lube?" I asked.  "How have you been masturbating?"

   Not surprisingly, Jake still didn't have any single method down.  He was
doing everything from fucking his bed, to dry fisting himself.  Apparently
J.R had been hogging the sex toy I got them both.

   "Oh baby," I said with concern, partly to myself.  I was struggling with
constraining my impulses-- watching Jake demonstrate how he masturbated
made me wild with lust.  "You need to be more gentle, or things are going
to get much worse"

   "Should I stop ...  you know..."

   "Masturbating?  Absolutely not!  I want you to keep milking your cock
until you start making cream again."

   Without warning him, I wrapped my hand around his penis.  He jumped.

   "Relax dude," I said with a silly voice, as if I was one of his
skate-park friends.  My humor helped him do what I suggested, and he
relaxed.

   "This is how I want you to do it from now on." I bent over his cock and
spat on it.  Jake jumped again, and then started to breathe very heavily.

   "I'll get the lube later, but for now this'll work.  Once you are lubed,
I want you to lightly", I moved my hand up his cock, "LIGHTLY," I said with
emphasis, "stroke it."

   I pumped my son a few times using my spit as lubrication, and he
squirmed violently.

   "Is it too sensitive, Jake?" I asked.

   He nodded in response.

   "It's okay.  I've heard it feels almost like torture to go so light and
slow.  Take your time, these beautiful sluts aren't going anywhere and you
need to master self-control!"

   I spat on his throbbing cock again and continued fucking him with my
hand.  Soon the muscles in his legs started to spasm involuntarily.  His
hands grasped the edge of the bed, and he tried to silence his groans.

   Then his cock started to convulse; I could feel it expand to a new level
of hardness in my hand.

   He was orgasming, and nothing came out.

   "Uh!  Uh!  Stop.  Stop!" Jake gasped, pushing my hand away.  I hadn't
stopped jacking him off after his orgasm subsided because I was expecting
something to come out eventually.  It was disturbing that I earned the
prize, but didn't receive the reward.  There was a nagging thought that
perhaps he really had broken something, but I quickly brushed it away.  His
body would just have to adapt to the new demand I was having my son put on
it.  After all, it would be to his benefit for this type of conditioning
once he got older and more experienced.

   "Sorry, honey.  Did that feel good?"

   "Too good!" He grinned.  I grinned back, and for a moment neither of us
spoke.  I couldn't help but to bite my lip knowing I had just given my boy
his first handjob.

   "You're right, you're shooting blanks!  That's no fun at all" I said,
finally.  I shouldn't have given him two pills that morning.  He needed to
recharge his juices, but he was too horny to stop himself.  Too bad I
couldn't give him some of _my_ juices.  I was so wet!

   Since we had already gone through the magazine together, I knew where
the centerfolds were.  The biggest centerfold was of a brunette with a bad
90's perm, but her pose was really sexy, with her legs spread wide around a
backwards chair and her nipples poking through the chair slats.  I
especially liked how it featured the woman's beautiful pussy, rather that
her modest tits.  Jake needed to learn to obsess about other things besides
boobs.

   I ripped the centerfold out of the magazine to the same familiar
protests from Jake as I had gotten from his brother.  He was elated to
learn that I wanted him to tape the poster to his door and use her as his
object for worshiping sex every morning.

   "You and your brother are going to have a competition!" I smiled.

   "We are?"

   "Yuh-huh, he doesn't know it yet, but I think it'll be good for you
both. I'm going to buy each of you a Polaroid camera.  Whenever you get a
girl naked, take her picture and tape it to your door.  Whoever has the
most girls on their door by the end of the summer is the winner!"

   I worked out the details of the game with Jake.  I explained to him that
neither him nor his brother were old enough for a serious relationship, and
that they should try out as many girls as they could handle.  I figured a
competition would be healthy for them because it helped ensure that they
didn't become porn recluses.  I suppose another side of it was that I
really liked the idea of my sons having lots of sex.  I wanted them to
experience true pleasure.

   Like his brother, Jake had doubts that he could get any girls and that
even if he could, he doubted that they would let him take their picture. 
So, I taught him what to tell girls, and explained that he didn't have to
take pictures of their face, so they could have comfort in knowing the
photo didn't reveal their identity.  The only rule was that he was only
allowed one picture per girl on his door.  He had to make sure it was a
good one.

   By the end of our little discussion, Jake was aroused again.

   "Uh-oh.  We better take care of that, huh?" I rhetorically asked Jake
while staring at his erection.  "I'll get the lube.  We'll need some
different girls too!"

   I left Jake on the bed, and told him not to touch himself until I got
back.  Jake laid back with his jeans still down to his ankles; and I
couldn't help but smile as I trotted off with his magazine in hand.  Things
had never been more exciting between us.

   * * *

   "Mom!" J.R groaned, as I walked in on him unannounced and caught him
with cock in hand.  No, it didn't feel wrong anymore-- I was proud of what
he was doing, and I was especially proud he hadn't locked his door like we
agreed he wouldn't.

   "J.R!" I yelled back teasingly, and sat next to him.  "Got anything left
in these?" I asked, lightly grabbing his balls and giving them a slight
tug. He had attempted to cover himself when I barged in on him, but he
hadn't done a good enough job.

   "MOM!" J.R repeated louder than the first time and lurching forward.

   "No, I'm serious honey.  Jake is all out of cum.  I was hoping you
weren't having any troub-- wait, are those already covered?  All FOUR of
them?!"

   I had just noticed that J.R had all of the girl's panties draped over
his bed post, and they looked very soiled with his sperm.  I picked up the
pair of panties that were mine.

   "You must have done mine first!" I said aloud to myself, after feeling
the cold, slick cum.  Maybe J.R's age made a difference on how much sperm
he produced, because it was a hearty load.

   While I was distracted, J.R reached for the magazine on my lap that I
had brought in with me.  The sudden thievery took me back to earth.

   "Oh that's right.  I remember why I came in.  Jake needs new material,
are you ready to trade?  It's not nice that you only left him one magazine,
you know."

   "Dang.  I was hoping this was a new one," J.R whined, ignoring me. 
"Cindy says you have a box full of it!"

   I was tempted to show him a different kind of box and let him fill it
now that cum was on my mind.  But I knew J.R wouldn't have understood how
he set himself up for the innuendo.

   Now curious as to how he knew about the box of smut, I made J.R tell me
about the conversation the kids had last night after I had gone to bed. 
Cindy had told them everything she saw in my bedroom, including the details
on what I had brought down from the attic.  I decided to play coy about the
box though.  All that was left was hardcore porn, but I wanted J.R's first
visual experience of sex to be a live performance.

   J.R's retelling of Cindy's story gave me a glimpse on how Cindy liked to
embellish things.  I had considered correcting some of the more obvious
false details, but was too distracted by the fact that J.R was still trying
to hide his cock!  Before J.R had finished his tale, I grabbed the hand he
was using to cover himself, and pumped it up and down for him in
encouragement.

   "J.R, honestly sweetheart.  I know what you're doing in here, and I
*want* you to do it.  I want you to stroke your yummy cock as much as you
can.  I brought this to help!" I dropped one of the containers of lube next
to J.R.  I thought about asking if he wanted a demonstration; but, well...
J.R and I had mutual fantasies for each other now, and I was determined to
see how much tension he could take before he took matters into his own
hands.  I wanted him to stop hiding behind my panties, and actually take
what he wanted for himself.  It wasn't easy for me to control myself around
him, which is why I think I had been acting out with Jake.  Jake seemed
more of a challenge, anyway.  He hadn't had any fantasies for me that I
knew of, and I was eager to change that.

   Now that J.R knew my expectations on his masturbation habits, I taped up
his poster (I knew J.R would be too busy "growing up" to bother with
hanging it on his own).  I then told J.R about the new contest I enrolled
him in.  My sons would now be competing with each other on how many girls
they could convince to pose for them on camera.  J.R is very competitive,
so I wasn't surprised he had many questions, including how the game points
would total up.  We decided a half-naked girl was worth 3 points, and a
fully naked girl was worth 5 points.  If the girl had cum on her, whether
naked or not, it was an additional point.  J.R especially liked that last
one; cumming on a girl was an act he hadn't thought of before.

   "I still don't think I'll get any girls, mom.  Where do you find naked
ones?"

   "Hmm," I thought, "Well, you'll see one tonight.  I'll make sure you
have a camera by then," I winked, thinking about how I'd look on his door.
"Mind if I take these?" I asked, lifting up the remaining panties on his
bedpost.  J.R didn't answer, he was still processing my suggestion of
taking pictures of me at the sex lesson that night.  Time would tell if he
had the courage to act on it.

   * * *

   "I'm baa-ack!" I sung.  Jake hadn't moved an inch from where I had left
him, except he sat back up on his bed when I walked in.  I immediately
closed his door and walked over to him with two new magazines in hand. 
This time, instead of sitting next to him like he was expecting, I got up
on the bed and sat directly behind him, letting my legs wrap around him.

   "Now," I said in a soft voice into Jake's left ear and hugging his waist
so that my body was pressed into his back.  "This is lube, and it's very
easy to use."

   I looked over Jake's broad shoulders so I could aim the bottle of lube
directly onto his cock.  Jake let me know how cold it was when it hit the
head of his penis and ran down, but I wasn't paying attention to his
feelings.  I was thinking about the natural lube I wanted to give him in
place of the synthetic one I was applying.

   While tightly hugging Jake with one arm, my other hand started to slowly
masturbate him.  Jake groaned louder than I had ever heard from him before.

   As I lightly stroked my boy's sore cock, I nonchalantly told him about
the conversation I had with his brother, and about the new point system for
the photo game.  Jake did his best to listen to me explain the new game
rules, which we had aptly named "doorwhores".

   "Now, pick up one of those magazines!  Let's enjoy some new sluts!" I
encouraged, realizing my son's eyes had become hypnotized by my hand
strokes.  Jake had both of his arms available, so he was able to easily
pick up a magazine and flip through the pages unhindered.  As he did, I
hissed naughty things into his ear.

   "Oooh, look at how she is holding her tits out, baby...  She wants you
to feel her up and suck on them.  Would you like that, honey?"

   Jake didn't last the entire magazine.  He came in my hand, and made
quite the moan as he did.

   "Mmmm, God, I love a vocal man.  Keep moaning as loud as you'd like,
sweetheart.  Oh, and look, you shot some of your cum this time!  Cum makes
an excellent lube too," I explained, moving my hand up to the small
discharge and squeezing it in my hands; his cum seeped between my closed
fingers.  Jake was too sensitive to be stroked anymore.

   "Is everything okay up there?!" I heard Cindy yell up the stairs, a hint
of annoyance in her voice.  I guess everyone in the house had heard the fun
we were having.

   "Oops, I forgot.  Mary is here.  I better check on the girls."

   I clumsily got out from behind Jake (not an easy task with one clean
hand!), and told him to try and imitate what I had just shown him.  His
breath was short, but he managed to say: "Sure thing!  Thanks mom!"

   As I made my way downstairs, the girls gave me their full attention.  I
had to think quickly for an explanation, but my mind wasn't working
properly yet.  I did what I do best when this happens, and left out the
details:
"Sorry about that ladies.  The brethren were jealous of you three and
wanted to have some spiritual moments of their own.  How goes it down

here?"

   "Super!" Ella said, having no interest in what I had just said (Cindy,
however, eyed me suspiciously).  "Mary said if we dress more modestly, we
can go with her to church activities!" Ella continued, while Mary nodded.

   "Mod-a-what?"

   "Mod-est-ly, Mom.  Marry says God doesn't approve of our new clothes"

   Ella wasn't very bright.  I knew what modesty was; it just didn't fit
into my plans of turning my daughters into hot little cumsluts.  If they
were to get a proper dose of cum each day, they had to look the part.  I
was so looking forward to sharing a common hobby with them!  But besides
all of that, why should a woman dress a certain way just because a MAN tell
them they should?  Omnipotent or not, if a man can't handle themselves
around a scantily-clothed woman, that's THEIR problem.

   "I'm pretty sure God changes his mind on what he likes a girl to wear,
dear.  You should see what women had to wear 100 years ago!  Why, Mary's
dress doesn't cover her ankles.  She would be shamed by everyone!"

   "I knew it!  This dress is too short!" Mary cried.  "I do have longer
ones.  I do!"

   "Tell me about these activities, Mary," I said, changing the subject. 
Mary was all too willing to become as conservative as she needed to be in
order to stay in good standing with her faith.

   Mary pridefully answered my question, and explained the different
activities her church offered.

   "Are there boys at your activities?"

   "Um, yah.  I guess...  Like, I know there will be, but it's not like-"

   "Great!  I think the girls can handle wearing something more appropriate
for your church.  I can drop them off at the Wednesday activity.  Do you
need a ride too?"

   Moving the conversation on without waiting for objections is a great way
to get what you want with teenagers.  It didn't matter that Mary didn't
need a ride from me, it just mattered that my girls would be going
somewhere where there would be boys.  Mary might object to that being the
motivation for my daughter's being allowed to go, but Mary was to be a
participant in my plans, whether she was a willing one or not.  Besides, I
knew from personal experience that church was often filled with sexually
frustrated men, and it was an excellent place for my daughters to practice
getting attention now that school was out.  My girls would just have to try
harder to get attention in less revealing clothes.

   "Eww, what's on your hand, mom?" Cindy asked, putting me on the spot. 
Ella and Mary looked down and noticed too.

   "I'm a little concerned you don't already know Cindy," I replied flatly.
"Ask me about it later, I really need to go take a shower.  By the way
Ella, why don't you call Amanda and let her know tonight's lesson is
happening at 8-- with or without her!"

   I made my way back upstairs while my girls attempted to drop the subject
about the lesson I had openly mentioned.  Ella had not been very good at
concealing her excitement for the night's lesson just then, which made Mary
even more curious about what it was.  I thought for sure Ella would let
slip our new club, but she and Mary were fighting again (I learned later
that Mary didn't want Ella to go to the church activities), so Ella used
the lesson as a secret to get back at her.  Cindy did her best to stay out
of it.

   * * *

   The day was already half over, and there was lots to do!  Although I had
planned on recycling the lube on my hands for my own personal enjoyment, it
was past lunch time, and my boys needed a healthy meal to support their
marathon.  I took a quick shower and headed for the kitchen to prepare a
late lunch.  Mary finally decided to leave once she started to feel tempted
by the food I was preparing.

   "I'm not buying it," Cindy said out of the blue, sitting down at the
counter where I was cutting a block of cheddar.

   "Oh good.  Save your money.  Always a smart move," I sassed back,
imitating her father's voice.

   "No," Cindy groaned.  "About J.R and Jake having spiritual moments.  J.R
told me he wasn't going to church if dad doesn't have to"

   "Oh?  That's okay.  You can have spiritual moments outside of a church,
honey"

   "Pleeease, mom.  When did you start being all spiritual?  You never talk
about God or anything!"

   "God?" I laughed.  "I sing his praises every day.  You just haven't been
paying attention."

   "Okkayyy," Cindy rolled her eyes.  She always got annoyed when I didn't
give her a straight answer.

   "Anyway Cindy, I was just telling the-"

   "-if you say 'brethren' I'm going to scream," Cindy butt in, to my
laughter.

   "I was just telling the *boys* that they can't lock themselves in their
rooms all day.  Maybe you could help me make sure they aren't locking their
doors?  It's not a good way to spend the summer, don't you think?"

   Cindy agreed and shared her own concerns, which was really just a way
for her to practice sibling rivalry.  "Sibling rivalry" is what I called my
children's need to dwell on negativity that concerned their brothers or
sisters.  I didn't like that they had it in for each other like that, but I
wasn't about to tell Cindy the real reason I asked her help.  Truthfully, I
was hoping Cindy caught one of her brothers in mid-stroke.  She needed to
get used to a man pumping his cock around her; besides, masturbation was to
be accepted and encouraged from everyone.

   Lunch was almost as you would expect it'd be with two very horny
teenagers added in the mix.  The boys were becoming bolder and bolder in
expressing their newly found sexuality, and even ogled their own
(scantily-clad) sisters.  Cindy and Ella were clueless to the new attention
they were getting, but I knew I needed to quickly work on getting the girls
on the same page as their brothers.

   When Jake commented on how Ella looked a little bit like one of the
models in his magazine, I had him go get the magazine so we could see what
he meant.  We passed the saucy (literally too!) magazine around the kitchen
table and had Ella imitate the pose the model was striking.  Ella was
having fun doing it, but when her brothers tried to convince her to strip
down so that a more accurate comparison could be done, she seemed
reluctant. I didn't let the boys press the issue because we all already
decided Jake was imagining things.  There was hardly any resemblance
between Ella and the model, other than their matching dark hair color.

   What we did agree on was that Ella's free spirit made her a natural
model.  She was so good in fact, that nobody noticed that we all finished
lunch over her sexy poses.  Her tight pink shirt and dance shorts weren't
as raunchy as the nude pinup model, but they were very effective at
stealing everyone's attention, especially since the poses were designed to
bring attention to her sexual organs.

   Because Jake had been so wrong about his observation, the girls wondered
which one of the models in the magazines DID look the most similar to
themselves.  I made the boys surrender their source of fun, which they did
grudgingly.  When the girls finally got the magazines, they were that much
more satisfied that it came at the expense of their brother's pleasure. 
Cindy even offered her new playgirl calendar to J.R as a trade, knowing
full well it wouldn't console him.  Needless to say, I hesitated leaving
the house to run my errands like I had planned.  I should have known that
the added hormones would cause heightened bickering with my kids, but it
was high time to let them work things out on their own...

   * * *

   It had been a long shopping excursion, and as usual, I pulled up to the
house later than I wanted.  I had gone overboard and bought everything on
my list in excess.  I promised I would start to spend in moderation again,
but I convinced myself that I was just catching up on needed emergency
supplies.  I even used Johnathan's shared bank account to make some of the
purchases.  Among items I now deemed as new necessities were: a big box of
alcohol (mostly red wine, a personal favorite), lube, erotic stories and
other female goodies, cameras (including a video camera), and a computer
with an extra large monitor.  The last item, I kept in my car.  I didn't
want it to steal the night's thunder.

   "Looking hot Amanda!" I greeted, coming in the house.  She was already
wearing one of Ella's white, pleaded mini-skirts and a midriff underneath a
black netted mesh.

   "Mom!  Jake pinched my butt," Ella complained, running up to me to
tattle on her brother.

   "Oh honey, he's just fond of it.  Those dance shorts are really
effective, baby.  Where is Jake and J.R anyway?"

   "Upstairs having 'spiritual' moments," Cindy said sarcastically, now
understanding what I meant.  "Don't ask me how I know."

   "What's in the bag?" Ella asked as I tried to make my way past her.  She
had already seen the bottles of alcohol sticking out of the box in my other
hand.  Alcohol was not very common in our household, but she knew what it
was because I had previously scolded her for having an interest in it many
years prior.

   "I'll tell you later.  I need to get dinner on before we start our next
sex lesson!"

   I put the alcohol on the table, and headed up stairs.  Cindy followed
with her arms crossed.

   "Mom," Cindy whispered, "I caught them.  They're going to be so grounded
this summer!"

   "What did they do?!" I asked, pretending to be alarmed.  I didn't wait
for her to respond.  We were at the top of the stairs, and I had already
pushed the door open to J.R's room-- just as Jake was leaving his.

   "Eww, gross!" Cindy shrieked.  Jake's lubed-up hand had brushed Cindy's
when he stepped out.  He didn't know we were upstairs, and had accidentally
bumped into her.  "Mom!" Cindy exclaimed, pointing at Jake's hand before
she abruptly looked up.  She remembered seeing something similar on my
hands earlier that day, and her face now told me she did not like the
implications.

   I just smiled wickedly at her from inside the door of J.R's room, where
a familiar schlicking sound could be heard.

   Cindy's eyes narrowed.  "Hmmm!"

   I would have invited her to join us in J.R's room, but she decided to go
to her own.  I hollered for Jake to wash up and join us.

   "What a good boy," I said softly to J.R who hadn't bothered ending his
fun when I walked in.  "Like the lube, I see?"

   "Love it.  I can go lots longer now.  I've been workin' it for 20
minutes...  ever since Amanda flashed me her boobies!"

   "Her-, she what?!" I stuttered.

   "Yah, mom.  She told me she wasn't wearing any underwear.  I asked her
to prove it and she did!"

   That little slut.  I knew I liked her.

   I could hear Jake finishing up in the bathroom, so I decided to get the
details later.

   "Save it for later, honey.  Jake's coming in.  I have your cameras!"

   * * *

   "I want in," Cindy said, strutting into the kitchen wearing hardly
anything.  She had changed into what I had assumed were her pajamas, which
consisted of a semi-transparent wifebeater and a pair of panties.  She was
not wearing a bra, and it was a little shocking to see her in the kitchen
in something so revealing.  Was she trying to prove something to me?

   "Hmm?" I asked, looking over my shoulder as I put the garlic bread in
the oven.  I decided not to say anything about Cindy's attire.  The more I
ignored her, the bolder she seemed to become.

   "Don't be obnoxious, mom!  You know what I'm talking about," Cindy
crossed her arms.

   I wasn't sure what she was getting at.  There were a lot of little
secrets I kept from her.  I wiped my hands on a towel and walked towards
Cindy with a questioning look.  "Obnoxious?" That was her go-to word
whenever she was in one of her sassy moods.

   Cindy sighed exaggeratively and stomped to the freezer.

   "Um, what's this?" She demanded, throwing the ice tray almost full of
spunk on the counter.  "Don't say it's ice"

   "It's cum," I said simply, trying to hide my surprise that she knew
about it.  "Boy cum.  Do you need some more?"

   "Ew, what?!  MORE?!"

   "Of course, dear.  You weren't supposed to know so soon, but you have
been on a steady diet of cum for over a year now," I lied.  My face wore an
apologetic look.  "Your father didn't think you needed it earlier, but now
we both regret waiting.  You're 14, and you don't have a boyfriend, do
you?"

   "Huh?  What?  A boyfriend!  No-"

   "-so you've never been with a boy?"

   "No!  I-"

   "You're a virgin?!" I feigned.  Neither of my girls had ever shown
interests in boys before last night.  Of course they were virgins!  "Oh god
sweetheart, you're not getting any younger!  Aren't you worried about
turning into an old prude?"

   "I- I just barely turned 14" Cindy was beginning to blush

   "Yes, and by now you should be practically bathing in cum!  That's why
your father and I agreed to have your brothers help out.  It's just until
you have a boyfriend, of course..."

   Cindy didn't know what to say, so I went back to getting dinner ready.

   "Dad's been...?"

   "Sharing his semen with his daughters?  Every good father does.  Could I
ask you to set the table, dear?"

   "But...  Are you sure?" Cindy scratched her forehead.  "How come...  I
mean, I woulda heard about it, at least!"

   "Why do you think you've grown so much recently?  Cum helps your sexy
parts mature.  Some parents don't give their kids cum because they
undervalue sexuality.  Mary is a perfect example; did you see the way she
looked at you in your new clothes!  It's because she wouldn't look as good
in them, and she knows it.  By the way, you do like your new clothes don't
you?  We can return them if.."

   "No!" Cindy wailed.  "I like 'em"

   "I thought so.  You just have the wrong friends, dear.  Maybe when Mary
comes over again, you can help me change her view."

   Cindy finished setting the table, then put the cum tray back in the
freezer.

   "I don't know, mom.  It still seems kind of weird," she said taking one
last look before closing the freezer door.  "And are you sure Dad is okay
with me having a boyfriend?"

   "Well...  no, I guess not.  What he wants is for you to have a boytoy...
or two.  Boyfriends are for when you decide to go steady.  Don't bother
with a boyfriend until you move out and go to college.  They're nothing but
heartaches!"

   Cindy seemed content with my answer, though I could tell it was a pretty
big deal for her.  To ease her anxiety, I explained that I'd show her how
much beautiful women loved cum after we had tonight's sex lesson. 
Johnathan had a thing for facials, and his porno collection was a great
reflection of that.  I'm sure Cindy's doubts would melt away once I showed
her some videos of women begging to be covered in man juice.

   I didn't mean to bring Johnathan into my lies.  He wouldn't corroborate
them, and I knew Cindy would be confused when Johnathan laid down the law
upon his return in a few days.  J.R's inability to keep the ice tray a
secret until at least after Johnathan's next business trip was a
disappointment.

   "So...  Are there any secret ingredients in this?" Cindy asked, stirring
the pesto as I prepared asparagus.

   "Not tonight," I sighed, knowing that at least Jake was all out of his
special sauce.

   "Good."

   "Good?  Cindy!" I was a little annoyed by her response after my
reassurances.

   "I'm sorry mom, but gross!  Jake's...  er, and J.R's...  stuff...  does
NOT belong in my food"

   "It's not gross, you just need to acquire the taste.  Trust me baby"

   "Did last night's?  ...desert have?"

   "Filled with hot, creamy cum"

   "I knew it!"

   We didn't discuss the matter much further because Ella and Amanda came
to join us in the kitchen.  The two girls immediately noticed Cindy's
choice of PJ's.  That's when I learned Cindy got her wifebeater from Jake's
closet.  She didn't explain what she was doing in Jake's room, but Ella and
Amanda knew that they would not be able to imitate Cindy's attire that
night.  I think Cindy liked it that way; she was beginning to appreciate
having all of the attention.

   The girls were about to go change into their pajamas, when I told them
to sit down instead.  Dinner was ready.

   * * *

   "So glad all members of club cupcake could join us for dinner tonight,"
I smiled to Amanda, with a new appreciation for her after I learned she had
flashed my horny teenage son.

   "Ug, there's gotta be a better name for it than *that*!" Cindy grumbled,
as I poured myself a glass of wine.  "More like club CUMcakes!"

   I almost spat out my wine.  I was hoping she wouldn't reveal the special
cupcakes to her sister and friend.  But I was impressed with the clever
name.

   "I don't get it," Ella said.

   "It's just a play on words, honey.  Cindy's adding in some sex
vocabulary."

   "Oh!  'club cumcakes'" Ella repeated.  "Okay."

   She still didn't get it.  I expected Cindy would explain to Ella what
her brothers had done to last night's treat, but she didn't seem to care. I
looked at my boys to see how they were taking the sudden revelation that
Cindy knew their secret, but I couldn't read their expressions.  They were
too occupied with Cindy's assets...

   "Hey!  That's my ...!" Jake's outrage turned into doubt as he pointed to
Cindy: "That's mine...  Isn't it?" I could see the wheels in his head
trying to piece together why his sister would possibly have his shirt.  I
was impressed he even noticed she had on a shirt; it took him long enough.
"It's mine until you tell me why you had my tanning lotion!" Cindy

argued.

   "Fine!  Have it then," Jake immediately conceded.  A wise choice; Cindy
didn't need to know that her brother's special ingredients were making it
into other things besides last night's desert.

   "Do you have another one, Jake?  A wifebeater, I mean?  You should wear
it sometime," Amanda flirted.  Jake mumbled a reply that he didn't.  My boy
needed to work on his social skills if he ever wanted to have any success
with girls.

   "Why don't you boys just come down in your underwear, tonight?" I
suggested.  "We might as well get comfortable around each other"

   "Are you going to be naked again, momma?" Ella asked.

   "Yes, is that okay?"

   "Heck yah!" J.R answered for her, then corrected his voice to hide his
enthusiasm.  "I mean, you could be nakey all day if you wanted..."

   Cindy gave him a nasty stare in protest of his bold suggestion.  It was
an unfair response, considering she was practically naked herself.

   "Thanks sweetheart, I might take you up on that sooner than later.  This
wine is making me feel hot..."

   "What's with the wine anyway," Cindy asked with accusing eyes, "You
hardly ever drink"

   "Wine helps me relax.  Tonight a guest will be helping me teach our
lesson, so I want to make sure I am good and comfortable..."

   My answer immediately got all of the kids attention, as it confirmed
their suspicions that someone really was coming over that night.  They were
all excited and nervous at the same time.  And once they learned our guest
would be a man, and that yes, he too would be naked, the boys were _really_
nervous.  The man, I explained, was to give the girls an up-close visual on
male anatomy.  The girls were just getting used to the way that odd
protruding organ looked like, and it was up to me to ensure that they
didn't focus so much on the look, but rather what the fun organ could do
FOR them.

   Beyond that, I didn't go into detail on the lesson's curriculum.  None
of them knew they were going to see what it was like to fuck and to be
fucked.

   Eventually the conversation returned to the usual family interaction. 
Except at one point, Jake tried the old "accidental dropping of the fork"
routine again.  I almost scolded him, but then from the corner of my eyes,
I saw Amanda open up her legs and slowly raise her skirt.  I don't know if
she knew what Jake was up to, but she wanted to give him something to look
at nonetheless.  I wouldn't have been so impressed if J.R hadn't already
told me that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

   "By the way girls, Cindy is working on acquiring new tastes," I began,
giving Cindy a stern nod, and pouring another glass of wine.  "Would you
two also like to acquire grown-up tastes?"

   The other girls enthusiastically said they did, so I poured them each a
glass of wine.  Once a glass of wine was in front of them, they became more
hesitant; especially Amanda, who knew she wasn't allowed to have any.  I
used the excuse that they were privileged to it only as members of our new
club.  It worked, and the girls each tasted their wine.  Of course, the
boys wanted to taste it too; I let them drink from my glass, but they were
told wine was more of a woman's drink.

   Cindy, with her classic stubborn mannerisms, intently drank the wine in
a few big gulps, showing me she was willing to acquire new tastes.

   "That's not how you drink wine!" I laughed, filling her glass back up.
Cindy downed that one too.  I smiled approvingly.  "I love your attitude
though!"

   The girls unanimously decided they didn't like wine, but by Cindy's 3rd
glass, she was beginning to understand why people bothered to acquire the
taste.

   "It's too warm, Mom.  It feels funny in my tummy." Cindy slightly
slurred after taking a rather large gulp of wine.  She got up and pulled
out the cum from the freezer.  I decided not to explain to her that wine
was not meant to be consumed with ice.

   J.R was wide-eyed when Cindy placed the tray in front of him.  "Thanks
J.R" Cindy giggled while holding herself up awkwardly on the back of his
chair.  She then held out her glass of wine in suggestion, as if her
gratitude was actually a preemptive one for him serving the ice rather than
for him literally MAKING it.

   J.R cautiously cracked the messy tray and dropped a cube into her glass.
Cindy immediately took a sip, then stuck her tongue out at me.  It wasn't
just her eagerness to shock me that got me going; it was the fact that her
erect nipples were practically cutting through her wifebeater, and J.R was
very much aware of it now that she was so close to him.  I had never been
in such a sexually charged atmosphere before!  It might have been a little
odd that it was coming from my kids, but I _love_ being in a room that is
overflowing with sexual tension and raging hormones.  It was a moment I
wanted to experience much more often.

   Thanks to Cindy's enthusiasm, by the end of dinner, all the girls had a
cube of cum in their wine...  plus a bendy straw.  They were starting to
relax too: if being relaxed meant teasing their brothers by flashing them
when they least expected it.  It was a dangerous game.  The boys were ready
to pounce, but were still a little too shy.  The pills made them horny as
fuck, but they still had inhibitions.  I regretted not getting them on the
wine like the girls.

   * * *

   "Why do they get cameras!?" Ella whined immediately after I came down
the stairs.  It was a quarter to eight, and everyone was in their seats
around the coffee table.  The pajama-clad girls were on one side, and the
boys, still overly dressed, were on the other.  I was disappointed they
didn't take my suggestion and come down in their underwear.

   "They're only Polaroid cameras.  You can borrow the family camera, if
you'd like." I didn't let Ella protest further, and pulled out four dildos
from the bag I brought with me.  "Besides, I got you each one of these," I
said handing each of the girls a different colored dildo.  I put mine on my
chair.  "I also got you some reading material that you can trade amongst
yourselves after the lesson tonight".  The books were extra-raunchy stories
that I thought might help improve their vocabulary and expand their
imaginations.

   For the presentation, I would need the coffee table, so I removed the
girl's drinks from it and returned them to the girls to finish off.  Then I
moved the table back and put my chair on top of it.  While I did this, Ella
ranted about her new toy and asked questions about it; when I had finished
answering Ella's questions, J.R eagerly said:

   "I thought you were going to be naked tonight"

   "The lesson hasn't started yet," I smiled, but in a near contradiction
to my excuse, I undid the robe I was wearing.  When the robe fell, I posed
in my lingerie, which came complete with garter belt and stockings.

   "Like the panties?" I asked, lifting a leg up and resting it on the love
seat so J.R could get a close inspection.  I think he was choking on his
saliva too much to respond.  They were the panties he had "busted his nut"
in earlier that day.

   I went back to my bag and pulled out the other girl's panties, and
returned them to the girls.  I asked them to switch into them.

   No doubt thanks to the wine blocking Cindy's good judgment, she simply
stood up and changed right in front of everyone.  It was brief, but there
was no way to ignore what she was doing, and everyone watched in awe.

   "Why not?  The boys have already seen everything," Amanda said, standing
up.  "'Course I'm not wearing any," she said flicking up her oversized
shirt and giggling.  Amanda pulled up her soiled panties until they were
tightly up in her crack- she watched the boys intently as she did so.  The
wine was really allowing her to enjoy herself.

   Ella was a little more hesitant, and changed while being sure her large
shirt covered her dignity.  "How come we're wearing these?" Ella asked.

   "Oh, let's just call it our last ritual.  It's about time J.R moved on
to greener pastures," I looked back at him to see him blushing.  "In fact,
I'm not wearing any more panties until he stops.  Tonight should be our
last panty night, don't you think girls?"

   The girls drunkly giggled.  Admittedly, I was a little drunk too.

   "Then again...  I love feeling a man's cum against my pussy," I
continued, facing J.R.  "It's almost as good as when I feel it inside of
me." J.R's blushes couldn't have been more obvious.  I rubbed in the cum on
my panties against my sex just to see him squirm even more.  I was hoping
he'd say something, but he was speechless.

   "Today might be our last sex lesson, but if you kids are interested, we
can get together and I can show you things to practice.  For instance... 
did you know I've taken stripping lessons?" I returned my attention back to
the gang, and demonstrated.

   If either one of my boys hadn't been slouching on the love seat, they
would have gotten a nice lap dance from their mother.  Instead I did a
seductive dance in front of them.  The girls were impressed with my moves
almost as much as I could tell the boys did.

   "Let's test out your cameras," I nearly whispered to the boys, looking
over my shoulder during a low ass-shaking move.

   The girls were still a little shocked as I stood up on the coffee table,
then bent at the waist while keeping my legs straight.  I could feel my
hamstrings strain thanks to my extra high heels.  The boys got behind me
and took a picture.

   "Hold on," I smiled, and hooked my panties with my thumb.  I pulled them
up tight into a super wedgie, nearly exposing my labia (after all, the art
of stripping is in the tease).  The boys "wow"d their way closer and took
another picture.  A wiggle here, a movement here, and soon the abused
panties were bunched up just below my ass cheeks.  "Well?  Don't you want a
picture of my pussy and ass?" I commanded to the lack of clicking sounds
form their cameras.

   I kicked my head back and arched my back so my hair would fall onto it.
My sons took more pictures.  I have to admit, I loved the attention.  A
lot. I really wished I had done more with my boys earlier.

   "Woah, hot momma!" Ella exclaimed

   "Really hot," Amanda breathed, watching J.R spend a little more time
than necessary to adjust the rigid problem he was having in his pants.

   Cindy was fingering her pussy under her panties.  I was just beginning
to find out how my daughter handled alcohol.  It turned out she was very
much a "fun drunk".

   I picked up my dildo from the chair below me and sucked it into my
mouth. When it was good and sucked, I held it up, and looked back.

   "Tonight," I brought the dildo up to my slit, still on display.  "We'll
all learn the joy of fucking!"

   I slowly pushed the dildo into my cunt until it was in as far as it
could go.

   * * *

   The doorbell rang just after I finished telling the girls about hymens,
and how they were to break them tonight if they had one.  I hated how men
thought they were conquering something when they got to do it.  My girls
would not be virgins like that, they would be ready.

   "You're late!" I answered in my robe.  Alex stepped into my house
without waiting for an invitation, and immediately started to grope and
kiss me in the doorway.  I pushed him away before his hands could get fully
under my robe.

   "Easy.  I'm teaching the kids about sex--" Alex attempted to latch on to
my lips again, interrupting me.  I pushed him away a second time.  "--so
you're going to have to be patient," I said with more seriousness, and
leaving my finger on his lip.

   I felt like I was scolding a small child while I attempted to hold him
back long enough to go over the rules.  Alex was to ignore the children, do
as I instruct, and leave promptly after he orgasmed.

   "Yes ma'am," he agreed in a voice that told me he hadn't heard a word. I
looked at him with a scowl.

   "Care to enhance the experience?" Alex opened his hand to show a small
pink pill.

   "What type of girl do you take me for?" I scorned, angry he would bring
illegal drugs into my home.  "I don't need THAT to have a little fun"

   On the other hand, drugs had made quite a difference recently...  Maybe
I could...

   "I mean..." I started back up as he started to put the pill back in his
pocket.  "I-- You know, actually...  do they make that in a liquid form?" I
blurted timidly, embarrassed I scolded him now that my mind had thought
things through more carefully.

   "Liquid Ecstasy is how a lot of people prefer it.  Planning on drugging
someone?" He laughed.  "Come by my house tomorrow," he said, getting
closer. Rather than pushing him away, I reached for his belt buckle and
unhooked it.  I never really cared for Alex, but I was already acquainted
with his cock, and it was better for me if I ignored the person it was
attached to.  Alex helped remove his clothes, and when he was completely
naked, I took him by his erect cock and walked him down the stairs to my
waiting children.

   The kids became immediately quiet, no doubt uncomfortable now that a
stranger entered the room.  They all sat at attention.

   "Howdy," Alex saluted them, breaking the ice.  He was not in the least
bit concerned that he was not only naked, but aroused in front of
teenagers. When Alex brought his hand down from his salute, he brought it
to my ass and rubbed it as I spoke.

   "Before we begin with the lesson, I thought I would show the girls what
a cock looks like.  They haven't seen one up close before.  You don't mind
do you?"

   Alex stopped fondling my ass long enough to stretch his hands back
behind his neck and jutting out his hips in answer.  I then directed him,
cock in hand, to my girls.  Because Ella was sitting in the center of the
loveseat, she had the best view as Alex stood right in front of her. 
Ella's eyes grew big.

   "So..  here it is," I started, trying to figure out how to act more
academically now that Alex was around to supervise.  I kept him standing
with his cock pointing directly at my youngest while I knelt down.  I
lightly let my long fingernails scratch the underside of his cock and down
to his balls.  His cock twitched to the sensation.

   "See how it pulses to a woman's touch?"

   Alex was already showing precum, so I lightly dragged my hand back up to
the top of his penis, where I fingered off the precum from its tip.

   "This is precum.  Think of it like an appetizer to a delicious meal," I
stated, holding my finger out to Cindy.  "Wanna taste it?"

   When Cindy sucked on my finger.  It felt like all of my finger's nerve
endings were directly attached to deep inside my pussy.  I exhaled quietly
to hide the intense pleasure my daughter's mouth was producing.  I had
never felt something like that before, and I certainly didn't expect my own
daughter could make me feel that way.

   Once Cindy was done with my finger, it was covered in her saliva.  I
brought my whetted finger back to Alex's cock, and started to rub circles
around his cockhead.  Alex groaned and pushed his hips back instinctively.

   "The tip is the most sensitive part.  See how it hardens even more when
I rub it lightly?" I ran my finger up and off the slit of his cock.  It
expanded each time I rubbed it, then deflated slightly when my finger left
it.  The girls were mesmerized.

   After a moment I forgot about the girls and looked up at Alex.  As if
looking for approval, I snaked my tongue out and licked him.  When he
groaned, I took it as permission to swallow his cock.  Within seconds I was
sucking and slurping relentlessly, while my daughter's and their friend
watched.

   Something came over Alex then, because he decided lesson time was over.
He pulled me up from the floor, and ripped off my bra in a single tug. 
Then he started sucking and squeezing my tits like they were the only
nectar for his starving soul.  He was so forceful, that as I tried to get
into better position for my kids, we ended up stumbling backwards until he
had me pinned against the wall.

   I wasn't going to let him have all the fun, so I reached down and
started stroking him.  The action only seemed to enrage him.  He let my tit
fall from his mouth, and grabbed my legs; when I was in the air, I had no
choice but to wrap my legs around his waist.  Alex pulled my panties aside,
and threw his cock into me.

   "Wait.." I rasped as he pounded his tool into me with vengeance.  "Let..
the..  kids..  see!"

   I was sure Alex hadn't heard me, because he only continued thrusting
into me and started nibbling on my earlobe.  After a minute though, he
walked me back to the coffee table, all while keeping his cook planted
inside of me.

   "Sit down on the table!" I ordered.

   Alex sat, and I stayed with him, squatting now on the table.  It was
time to resume the lesson.

   "This is the cowgirl position," I turned back to the boys, who were
furiously masturbating under their clothes.  "Now it's MY turn to fuck HIM"

   I rode Alex slowly for a while; hoping to retrain him into going at a
slower pace.  When I had decided Alex had enough relaxation, I grabbed my
tit and leaned forward, placing my nipple into his mouth.  He sucked it and
then took over, thrusting wildly as I sat on him.

   "Oooh, yes.  Suck my tits like that!" I exclaimed between his thrusting.
"You'll love this, babies," I cooed to the girls who were watching closely

   "Oh, and boys," I said standing up, my pussy slurping rudely as it
released Alex's cock.  "You can fuck titties too!"

   I knelt back down and wrapped my tits around Alex's cock, who was not
pleased I kept interrupting the fucking he was giving me.  Alex let me
start on the new position and started to fuck my cleavage; while he did, I
locked my eyes onto J.R's and smiled.  I was proud of my kids.  They were
really paying attention.  I could tell they wouldn't forget the lesson.

   It was when I opened my mouth to catch Alex's penis on the up thrust,
that I lost complete control of Alex again.  Alex grabbed my hair and held
it tightly.

   "It's time you really showed them how a man fucks a bitch like you!" he
snarled, and forced his cock in my throat.  I gagged, and grabbed tightly
onto Alex's leg.  I could feel the impulse to throw up every time he rocked
into me, and did my best to open wide and relax my throat.  Thankfully he
was too eager to explore my body to keep his position.  Alex yanked me back
up to my feet and ripped off my panties, destroying them.  He turned me
around to face my kids and bent me over with my hair still firmly held in
his fist.  Alex's other hand cruelly started rubbing my clit.

   "Oh yes son, your momma is a hot little fuck." Alex suddenly slammed his
cock into me, causing my tits to bounce under me.  He was raping me in
front of my sons!  I looked pleadingly at my boys, but they were far too
aroused to care, and eagerly continued to masturbate their cocks behind
their pants.

   "Your dadda' is a lucky man to fuck this piece of ass," Alex wheezed
under gritted teeth.  "I've wanted to FUCK your tight-ass momma since I
laid eyes on her!" He groaned, emphasizing the "f" in fuck.  The boys said
nothing and watched Alex's fingers rub my clit while his cock jackhammered
into me.  "Shit, she's a better fuck than I thought.  God damn!"

   "You bitches gettin' this?!" Alex suddenly yelled over his shoulder,
"Heh, get use to it.  This is how whores are fucked!" Alex taunted,
whipping me around a little so they could see better.  I couldn't bring
myself to see the girls reaction though, because J.R started cumming: his
hips had lifted off the couch and I could see some of his spunk spill out
over his jeans.  Jake followed shortly thrashing in his seat, his cum
rolled over his slightly exposed tummy and onto the couch below.

   I felt a mix of emotions.  Their inaction to help their mother hurt, yet
I was so turned on by how aroused they were from watching me.  And when I
finally saw that pearly cum splatter everywhere, I couldn't help myself. 
My eyes rolled back, and I did my best to hold it in.  But I couldn't.

   "F-f-f-fuck.  Oh shit, oh shiiiiit!  No no no!  Gnnnn-"

   My orgasm ripped out of me and I squirted off his cock like a cork
bursting off a shaken bottle of wine.  I collapsed to the floor.

   "Heh!" Alex smirked with surprise.  "What a fucking slut.  Can't even
handle a cock," Alex grinned, dragging me off the floor by my hair and
throwing me on the coffee table.  It hurt how roughly he threw me and I
instinctively curled up into a fetus position.  Alex could see how much my
body was convulsing from my orgasm, but he didn't care to let me recover.

   "Wooh, boy.  Ever wonder what a quivering pussy feels like?" Alex
taunted, having now impaled me while I shook involuntarily around his cock.
"Look at that!  Goddamn.  You got a vibrator up in there, bitch?  Huh? 
What you got in your pussy to make it shake like that?  Maybe I'll fish it
out for ya!"

   Alex pushed his cock into me as far as he could, grabbing my legs for
leverage.  He managed to hit my cervix.  "Did I break something in you?"
Alex leered.  He abruptly pulled his cock all the way out, then jammed it
back in as quickly and as far as possible, causing sharp pains when he
bottomed out.  Then he did it again.  And again.

   "God dammit, woman.  You feel like a fucking hose with the water turned
on," Alex pulled out and wiped my cum from his legs.  I desperately tried
to cover my quivering pussy.

   "I didn't say you could touch that!" Alex grabbed my arm and forced it
behind my back, making me turn on my stomach.  He pulled my hips up until
my ass was in the air.  "Why don't you cool off a little while I take me
some of this?"

   Thankfully his cock was dripping with my juices when he entered my ass,
because he made no attempt at breaking me in slowly.

   "Shit.  On second thought, I prefer your pussy!" He leered after fucking
my ass for only a few seconds.

   Alex continued his cruel sneers as he switched between my holes.  He
couldn't decide which one he liked the most.

   "You asshole!" I thought, hoping I wouldn't get an infection from his
carelessness.  I wanted to yell at him, but this was not what I wanted my
kids to see for their first time.  So I decided to let him take me, and
started to talk dirty.  The hope was that I could get him off quickly and
then get him the hell out of my house.

   "Cum in my ass!" I encouraged.  "Pump me full!  I want to shit your cum
tonight."

   But he didn't listen to me.  When he was ready, he grabbed me by my hair
and forced me on my knees so he could cum on my face.

   "Fuuuuuccck!" He groaned as the first rope ricochet off my forehead and
into my hair.  Alex rubbed his dick against my face until well after the
last of his generous cum poured out on to my face.  Finally, he was done.

   At least I didn't have to tell him to leave.  Alex left me on the coffee
table with my speechless kids.

   * * *

   I was thankful for Alex, really.  He had inadvertently taken our little
club into a whole new direction.  Plus he taught me one very important
lesson: men are ravenous dogs.  I didn't have a choice but to hide my
humiliation because my own sons got up to take a picture of my cum-covered
face and abused body.  I posed as seductively as I could for them while
they cheered about their first 6 points for their doorwhore game.  And
while I held up my tits and licked my lips, I started to realize something:
My lust-fulled sons were beginning to see women as nothing more than sexual
objects.  Alex's twist on my lesson only seemed to confirm their views.
I didn't help the boys' perception either.  That's because the girls
were practically mortified by the whole ordeal!  If the girls hadn't had
finished off their alcoholic drinks, they might have actually realized
their mother was being raped and done something about it.  If they had, the
whole night would have been a disaster.  That's why I had no choice but to
pretend the whole thing went down exactly how I had hoped it would.  I
explained Alex's uncontrollable lust was a huge compliment to my ability as
a woman to seduce him.  I told the girls if they were good enough, they too
could seduce a man enough to trance him into a sex-crazed frenzy; a frenzy
where the man will stop at nothing to paint their woman with their precious

cum.

   By the end of the presentation, the girls thought I was a sex goddess
with prowesses they hadn't known existed.  And the boys: well, they seemed
convinced a woman's body was designed for their pleasure; all they had to
do was claim it.

   * * *

   "Hey babe," Johnathan answered, guessing rightly the person on the other
end was me.  This time, I had to call HIM.  I was sick of the men being
late that day.

   "You have company, don't you?" I didn't need to ask; I could hear her.
Part of me was surprised my husband still had what it took to get women so
easily.

   "Like you wanted, eh?" Johnathan asked with a little nervousness.

   "Your husband tastes amazing," I heard a distant, sultry voice breathe.
"So she's a talker!" I thought

   "Hand the phone to her," I asked my husband.

   Johnathan did as he was told.

   "Do you like him?  Do you like sucking my hubby's cock?"

   I heard a pop from the mouth-hold the woman had on my husband. 
"Mmm-hmm!" She answered in the positive.

   "Oh fuck yeh, lick it" I heard Johnathan's distant voice groan through
the phone.

   Being sure I was still talking to the woman, I continued:

   "If you're going to have my husband, I think I deserve a picture.  Let
him take a picture while you're sucking.  Oh, and if you really want to get
him going, pretend to be his little girl.  He loooves that," I lied.  "Call
him daddy, and he's all yours."

   Johnathan took the phone back, and tried to get me to tell him what I
had said.  I simply explained to him I wanted a picture of his date so I
could join the fun more intimately.  So, per my instructions, Johnathan
took a picture from his phone and sent it.  A minute later I received a
text showing a woman clearly enjoying my husband.

   "Another brunette?  Are you trying to tell me something?" I teased
Johnathan, wondering if I should dye my hair.  She was at least very
attractive from what I could tell.  She was partly dressed in business
attire; Johnathan hadn't been able to get her fully naked yet.

   We continued our banter for a little bit, but it wasn't long before the
dirty talk started.  I won't go into the boring details, but needless to
say, I gave Johnathan phone sex while his catch was busy working him over.
He slowly started to become more incoherent with me, and that's when I knew
he was ready for what I had to tell him.

   "Oohhh, speaking of blowjobs: You'll never believe who I caught the
other day- do you remember Amanda?  Ella's friend?  Well I caught her on
her knees with J.R.  I walked in on them while I was putting away--"

   "Whaaaat?" Johnathan gasped, interrupting my lie.

   "It's not Amanda's fault.  Apparently our girls have a reputation... 
they put her up to it as a dare."

   "Reputation?  OUR girls?"

   "As in: the town mattresses, Johnathan.  You know how they go to the
pool all the time?  Well they aint swimming honey.  I only heard about it
when the lifeguard was caught with Ella behind the changing sheds and was
fired!"

   "Oh god!  Fuck!" Johnathan groaned, louder than I thought he would.  Was
he angry?  or was his date hitting the right spot?

   "I try to keep an eye on them, but they are growing up so fast.  The
best I can do is give them condoms."

   I could only hear slapping sounds.  They were passionately fucking, but
I imagined it was the woman who continued the thrusting while my husband
took in the news.

   "I had a sex talk with them tonight...  They're obsessed with sex,
Johnathan.  They looove it...  Especially the boys.  Like father like sons,
huh?" I giggled

   I heard nothing but more and more moans, and then: "Yeh, fuck me daddy!
Fuck my tight little hole!" the woman's voice moaned through the phone. 
She was acting out the fantasy just like I had instructed her!  It made me
feel better that my husband was fucking someone I was starting to like.

   "...I *had* to talk to them, Johnathan.  The girls have it bad too-
after the lifeguard was out of the picture, they have been taking attention
from whoever will give it.  For example...  and don't freak out, but they
keep asking me about how big you are..." I waited for a response; I was
sure I would get one, but when all I heard was more grunting, I continued.
"They're convinced you have a monster in your pants, Johnathan.  God, if
they only knew!" I laughed.  "So now they're trying to get their brothers
to show them what they're packing.  And get this: Jake actually showed
them-"

   "Hold on..  Hold on baby..  Wait what?  What about Jake?" Johnathan was
getting more coherent.  I was pushing it too far.

   "Oh, nothing to worry about.  The kids are just experimenting.  I'm
keeping a veeerry close eye on them when they're in the house.  At least
the girls aren't playing around with more strangers..."

   I managed to get him fucking again despite Johnathan's interest in
hearing more about his kids.  Shortly after, it was impossible to talk over
the loud moaning and encouragement from Johnathan's lay.  Her screams of
"Fuck me daddy!" were getting closer together.  She would be cumming soon.
It was time to let Johnathan go.

   "--mmm!  I can hear you two.  She's being such a good girl!  How are you
taking her?"

   "Ass up, face down!" Johnathan grunted, no doubt on the edge himself.

   That position sounded familiar.  I was having flashbacks from only
moments ago and my ass ached from the memory.

   "Hot!  I'll let you go.  You'll need both of your hands to hold on to
her hips.  Give it to her _extra hard_ for me, sweety.  And for fuck's
sake, _cum_ in her ass!" 

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