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Title: Motherfolly (Chapter 5)
Part: Chapter 5
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, drugs, Fm, mast

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, and I strongly recommend
reading them first.

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2012/62368  [Chapters 1-3]
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2013/62800  [Chapter 4]




MOTHERFOLLY - CHAPTER 5

It had been a miserable night.  Sometime after midnight, I
received a phone call from Amanda's parents asking if I had seen
her.  The little minx hadn't received permission to sleep over
like I was lead to believe.  So I had no choice but to wake
myself up and head back to the basement in order to warn the
young teenager that her angry parents were on their way.

When I arrived downstairs, I found all of my kids still awake. 
The boys were taking pictures.  The girls had returned to using
the magazines as inspiration for practicing their poses.  Somehow
during this activity, Jake and J.R convinced Amanda to take her
panties off.  Amanda decided to break her hymen in front of them,
and when I came down, she had a dildo shoved up her twat.  The
girls were otherwise clothed; except Cindy had pulled the neck of
her wifebeater down enough to sling it under her breasts.  I was
surprised she was showing them off so lewdly!  The girls were
still drunk.

It was obvious the girls weren't expecting me because when I
entered the room, Cindy quickly covered herself and Amanda closed
her legs.  I was a little upset that they didn't trust me enough
to act more openly with me, so before I walked any closer, I made
sure my robe was open, and walked over to Cindy.

"Love the look, honey.  Why not let them breath more often?" I
winked, suddenly yanking down her wifebeater and placing the neck
under her perky tits again.  Cindy blushed initially, but let out
a wry smile once she knew I wasn't trying to punish her.

"Looks like you are all having a LOT of fun!" I lightheartedly
remarked.  "But I have to break it up...  Amanda, sweety..."

I broke the news to Amanda about her parents.  She did not take
it well.  Her sobbing was so uncomfortable, I sent everyone up
for a glass of milk and then off to their respective bedrooms. 
Meanwhile, I helped Amanda get dressed and gave her mouthwash in
the hopes her parents wouldn't recognize what she had been
drinking.  I also gave her a few tips on what to tell her
parents.  Amanda seemed to feel a bit better after she was
prepared with some convincing lies.

I was telling Amanda how much I liked her and how good she was
for my sons when we heard a honk in my driveway.  I admit I was
stunned her parents wouldn't bother to knock quietly at the door
at such a late hour.  Amanda knew she was in trouble.  The best I
could do was give her a hug and wish her luck.

When I finally did get back to sleep, it was short lived. 
Johnathan called bright and early to ask me if I was telling the
truth about the kids the night before.  This was the second time
he asked that question, and I was sick of it.  We got into a big
argument:  He accused me of not watching our children close
enough and threatened to come home early on account of a "family
emergency".  Despite his ugly threats, the conversation gave me
the impression that Johnathan had his daughters on his mind *all*
night.  I really wondered if his one-night-stand had reminded him
of Ella, especially since I had encouraged the woman to act like
a child for him.

I didn't know how to get Johnathan to realize his kids would be
fully sexualized when he got back, but it was stress I didn't
want to deal with anymore.

To make matters worse, I had a pounding headache from the wine,
and my ravaged ass and pussy ached.  All of this added up to a
terrible Monday- my busiest day of the week. I had four training
sessions; and one was with Mandy, the wife of the man responsible
for my aches and pains, a man I now despised: Alex.  It took some
willpower to get out of bed that day, but I did, and immediately
got dressed in my workout clothes.  My first client was expecting
their training session in an hour.
  I made a quick breakfast and woke up the kids.

I'm not sure what came over me; perhaps I was still a little
drunk, but when I got to J.R's room, I let myself in.


"Mom?" J.R blinked, rubbing his eyes.  I knew my boy had morning
wood, and I wanted it.  I've always wanted it, hadn't I?

I normally would know better-- but I was still a little bitter
with Johnathan after our phone call.  Perhaps I did it to spite
him for his prudery, or maybe I just couldn't hold myself back
any longer...

I crawled onto my son's bed and slowly pulled down his blankets
until my reward came into view.  Before he had a chance to awaken
fully, I had his "morning wood" in my mouth and was swirling my
tongue around it.

"Holy ...!  OH!  F' me!  Mommm!"

I put a finger on his lips to suggest he stay silent, and kept
sucking.  It was like an out of body experience; I was dazed, not
sure how things happened so quickly.  The only thing I remember
thinking about was that if I sucked hard enough, I could pull out
the tangy nectar his balls were holding captive.

J.R grabbed his bedding and held on tight.

I hadn't wanted something so urgently like I had that morning. 
My mouth needed him- needed his cock- needed his cum!  I was so
fixated on my task that it took me some time to notice my son's
breathing was erratic.  His twitching leg made me worried, and I
let him go.

Standing up abruptly, I looked down at J.R, his eyes were still
clenched tight.  I would have laughed at his inability to handle
my blowjob, but my mood didn't let me.  Instead, I reached for
his hands and pulled him up, forcing him to open his eyes and get
his balance.  J.R tried to read my blank expression, as I pulled
down the band of my yoga pants and took his cock.  I rubbed the
tip of him on my clit while I massaged his penis.  It didn't take
long.  He covered me; each warm jet bathing my pussy with his
warm spend.  It felt surreal.

Once he had finished, I became aware of what I had just done.  I
didn't have time to explain myself and now that I had gotten what
I came for, I simply let my pants return to my waist, and left. 
I hadn't uttered one word.  Not that I needed to; I was positive
J.R already knew I wanted him to have a "good morning".

God, had I wanted to do that for the longest time.

* * *

The training sessions with my clients were just what I needed to
clear the fog from my head.  It always surprises me how physical
exertion can clear up mental exhaustion.  By the time I had
finished my 3rd session, I felt on top of the world again (and
horny as hell; thanks to my son, whose cum I could still feel on
me).  I wasn't planning on going to Mandy's house after what her
husband did, but I was feeling bold, and I thought maybe I could
clear the air with her.  If I didn't face her, I would have to
live with the fact that I was a coward.


"Oh.  My.  GOD!  I can't believe you came back!  You really
expect me to...!" Mandy screeched from her doorway.  It was well
after the noon hour, and she was still in a nightgown.  Clearly
she wasn't expecting me for our training session.  And I wasn't
expecting her to be so mad!  If anything, *I* was the one who had
reason to be angry.

"Shut the fuck up," I cut in, bringing myself down to her level
of immaturity.  "I just wanted to give you one last look at what
your husband thinks about when he fucks you."  I pulled up my top
and flashed her my tits.  I walked away with my fingers having
the last word.  How dare she treat me like that after what her
husband did?

"Bitch!" She yelled, and slammed the door.

That didn't quite go how I planned it.  I never did find out what
part Mandy played in letting Alex come to my house and have his
way with me in front of my children.  I had assumed Mandy was
kinky, but she was probably just in an abusive relationship.  In
a way I felt sorry for her; and in another, I was glad to be rid
of her.

The last person I expected to see again was Alex, but that's who
came running out while I was starting my car.

"Hey slut," he greeted simply with a smugness only grade-"A"
assholes can pull off

I almost drove away right then, but decided on something
better...

"You!  I should thank you!  My children are so traumatized by
sex, it's a struggle for them to even get naked for a bath
anymore!  At least I won't have to worry about them being
promiscuous..."

"I don't give a shi-"

"Shut up!" I cut in.  "I'm not finished!  My youngest was so
upset, she called the police"

Alex demeanor changed immediately.

"That's right asshole, I had a hell of a time trying to explain
to the officer at my door that everything was okay.  But you know
what?  I decided to go in and get a rape test done just in case.
The hospital is begging me to come forward with your name..."

Alex bought every lie I sputtered.  His shaking hands told me all
I needed to know.

"Shit! I-I was drugged up, you know that! It was the drugs..."

"Oh of course! I'm sure the police will sympathize and let you
off with a warning," I sarcastically spat, rolling my eyes.

"Now just a minute... Let me apologize. We can tell your kids we
were just role playing," Alex's voice was soft and soothing, he
was desperate.

"No. Stay away from them.  And me!  Actually, I don't know if
I'll feel safe again while you're on those bullshit drugs.  Hand
them over.  This is going to stop, now." I protested.  "Go on,
get them!  I'll wait." I demanded again, as Alex only stood
there.

Alex attempted to talk me down, making all sorts of excuses, but
I held firm: He was to surrender the drugs, or face the police.

Alex went back to the house to get the drugs, and when he
returned to my car (it took him some time because he had to force
his wife to stay in the house), he handed me a mostly-empty
bottle of label-less pills and a liquid vial.

"That's all of it?" I asked skeptically looking at the vial.

"Is THAT ALL?!", Alex's jaw clenched and he sighed in
frustration.  "That shit is potent, you only need two drops," he
insisted with surprising defensiveness.  "That's a special
Russian mix, and it cost a small fortune, I--  Wait, wait, wait.
Fuck it.  Didn't you say you wanted to get some of that shit last
night?"

Alex's tone quickly changed back to bastard-mode. He was having
doubts about my story and was asking for details- what hospital?
What did the cop look like?  I knew I couldn't respond adequately
to his attempts at calling my bluff, so I opened the bottle and
threw the pills over the car hood and into the street.  Then I
discarded the vial by throwing it into a driver side trash bag.
That shut him up.

"If I even hear from you or your family again, I swear to God I
will become your biggest regret," I snarled and peeled away
before he could question me further.

Once I passed the block, I exhaled.  I think I might have pulled
it off!  Alex would no longer be a problem.

* * *

At home, I parked in the garage and checked the floor: the vial
of Ecstasy had cracked, but most of the liquid had remained
safely within it.  I picked up the vial and kissed it; it was my
first time scoring narcotics, and all it cost was some rough sex
(sex that, contrary to what I made Alex believe, could not have
been any more perfect for my growing children to watch!).

The house was unexpectedly quiet as I made my way up to my
bedroom.  I suspected that all of my kids had managed to get out
of the house to enjoy the sunny weather.  I was almost right.

"Amanda's grounded, momma!" Ella whined, updating me on the state
of things.  She and her sister were sitting on my bed when I got
out of the shower.  It was nice that I didn't have to worry about
covering up around them anymore.  I didn't feel terribly naked
around them anyway, as the girls were wearing the tiny bikinis I
had purchased for them.

"Oh my god!  Did you two just get back from the pool?" I asked, a
little concerned that they walked home from the pool alone in
such alluring attire.

"We were gonna'.  But-"

"-we were out back working on our tans!"  The girls answered
together.

I looked the girls up and down while I finished drying off.  It
was fashion-smart of them to hide their old tan lines before
heading out in their new suits.

"You know, if you're just working on your tans, why do you wear
anything, sillies?  Just keep an eye out for the neighbor before
going out nude," I giggled.  "By the way, have either of you
girls thought about piercing your nipples?"  I had forgotten I
had told Johnathan that little fib until he brought it up in his
tirade that morning.  Ha! My husband actually believed me when I
said the girls had their nipples pierced!  I wasn't even sure it
was _possible_ for girls so young to get their nipples pierced.

"Ouuch!" Cindy exclaimed, cupping her boobs.  Ella laughingly
agreed.  I knew it would take some convincing to get my girls
pierced if I didn't want Johnathan to catch me in my lies.  Then
again, how would Johnathan know if the girls were really pierced
or not?  It's not like the girls would feel comfortable
sunbathing naked with their "daddy" around, would they?  Hmm. 
God, yes they would, I'd make sure of it!  My mind wandered to
the thought of my dear sweet husband flicking our daughters
nipple rings with his tongue, and it's nastiness made me
instantly wet with excitement.

"They're really fun to have," I continued, hoping I could get
them thinking seriously about it.  "They're a secret you can
whisper to boys and get them thinking dirty thoughts about you...
 Then again, maybe you two need to meet some boys first!" I
teased.  "Think about it, at least.  I'm planning on getting my
clit pierced before your father gets back"

"No way!  you can get THAT pierced?  Dad wouldn't freak?"

"I think he'd love it, actually"  I laughed, happy that Cindy was
up on sex vocabulary enough to know what I was talking about. 
"But I'd take it out when he is home. It'd be just for me!" I
explained to Cindy, tying up my halter top.  "Sometimes a girl
has got to have a secret that is all her own"

If it was possible to get my girls' tits pierced, I knew I would
have to sign a release form.  And if I was going with them, I
might as well be a good example and get a piercing too.  I
figured they'd be more courageous if they saw their mother get a
piercing first... but mainly, I liked the idea of celebrating my
sexual reawakening with something permanent like a piercing.

After I had finished dressing, the girls and I sauntered around
the house for a bit, talking about girl stuff: dildos, their new
books, boys, and their brothers.  Cindy told me that she tried
out her dildo after Amanda left, but said her hymen was already
broken.  She said she was sure that she broke it while riding her
bike last year.  Ella was too scared to break hers, so I
threatened her to try again before dinner, or else I'd have to
help her with it. The sooner Ella broke hers, the sooner her
dildo would deliver its maximum pleasure.  Not to mention that it
was my duty as her mother to get her sexually active, and I did
NOT want a boy having the honors of breaking her in.

Eventually my girls went up to take a shower, and I ate a snack
in peace.  I learned that my sons had gone to the skatepark "to
pick up chicks" with Rick.  Apparently Rick had been trying to
hang out with J.R all weekend, but J.R kept brushing him off.  He
finally let Rick come by under the condition that he went to the
skatepark with them.  I was glad they were getting out of the
house.  I like to think that my show last night motivated them--
it's always a good feeling to know something you're doing is
helping your children mature into healthy adults.

* * *

"Comeon' J.R, you gotta drive us!"

The front door to the house opened.  The boys were home.

"Dude, I'm not your chauffeur.  Besides we're competing,
remember?"

"Hi boys," I said a little more seductively than I wanted.  "How
was the skatepark?"

"Mom!  I got a girl's number!  I want to take her out, but J.R
won't drive us!"

J.R froze when he saw me and blushed.  My little fun with him
that morning might have had something to do with his odd
behavior...

"Oh good boy," I smiled to Jake and put my hand up for a high
five, while ignoring J.R.  "Bring her back here then..."

"Yeh right!  Cin and El will never let it go-"

"-who cares?  They're your younger sisters, show them you're the
boss.  Anyway, where's Rick?"

"Home. Cryin' that he didn't get to see you," J.R finally smirked
after a long pause. Jake was looking at the two of us wondering
what the deal was. It was time to let J.R know he could relax
around me before things got too awkward between us.

"Aw, too bad," I pouted. "I was hoping I could show off today," I
smiled, lifting up my skirt.  "No panties, see?"

"Hot damn!" Jake grinned, obviously getting more comfortable
cursing.  I was happy to see he was less reserved in his language
choice, even around his brother.

J.R's simply gawked, his eyes soaking in the view. Did my boy
have a crush on me?

"So... how did you two fare last night?  Did Amanda let you two
touch her pussy?"  I asked luridly, hoping to get J.R's mind off
of me.  I sat down on the couch and patted the seats next to me.
The boys sat down after a sideways grin to each other, clearly
excited by my line of questioning.  When they sat down, I leaned
back to put my arms around them.

"Nah.  She sure likes her dildo though," Jake finally replied.

"If she likes her dildo, then she's going to *love* you two in
its place.  Have you thought about making her your fucktoy?"  My
heart started to pound in taboo excitement from my continued
dirty talk.

"Yeh, sure mom," Jake admitted with a slight stammer.  "After
last night, definitely!" J.R grinned, coming around finally. 
"Sucks that she's grounded..."

"That's why you have more than one fucktoy," I suggested hoping
my body language would clue him in on who else might qualify. 
"I'm uber proud of you two for going out today to meet girls."

"Do you really think Amanda will let us... er, you know...?" 
Jake asked, still thinking about my prior suggestion.

"FUCK her?" I said with emphasis.  "Don't even ask, just put it
inside her.  I know she wants you two.  Have you boys ever
thought about sharing her?  At the same time I mean?"

"Ehhh?" Jake asked, scrunching his face awkwardly.

"No, honey, not what you're thinking," I said, understanding what
Jake was imagining.  "That reminds me, I've got to bring down
your dad's videos-"

"-what videos!"  Ella asked, skipping down the stairs, her wet
hair combed back.

I started to explain to Ella that her father had some old videos
that we could use to learn more about sex.

"Sounds like it's movie night!" Cindy interrupted from the top of
the stairs, rubbing her wet hair with a towel as she made her way
down.

"We can do movie night," I agreed.  "But we'll have to find a
VCR..."


The kids tore the house apart looking for the VCR.  Jake
eventually found it in storage, and him and J.R plugged it into
the TV.  While they did, Cindy kept me company in the kitchen and
watched me wash dishes.  Ella was in the other room talking to
Amanda on the phone, torturing her about what she might miss out
on at our club gathering that night.  I yelled out to her to tell
Amanda we'd miss her.

At one point, J.R had come in and made a bold move:  He asked me
if he could get another look under my skirt.  I gawked shockingly
at his bluntness, then... I showed him.  I knew I probably should
have explained to him the importance of tact, but I also knew he
had been thinking about me all day and I thought it was sweet. 
It gave me butterflies to know that someone as young as him, even
my own SON, wanted me like that.

Cindy looked somehow jealous of J.R's leers.  I could tell she
wanted to protest my willingness to share myself so openly, but
she went another direction instead:

"I shaved today, too" Cindy revealed; something that she would
normally label "too much information" had anyone else said it. 
It was her way of trying to steal some of the attention.

"Beat you then! I don't shave anymore. I had it lasered off years
ago," I playfully teased, all while holding my skirt up for J.R.
"Sometimes I regret not being able to style it like I used to. 
It is sooo smooth though," I continued to tease, running my
fingers over the full length of my pussy and giving myself a
shiver of pleasure.

"Have you put my picture on your door yet, J.R?" I asked, finally
lowering my skirt despite his continued stares.  I had been
dieing to see how I looked in their photos.

"Yup!  I'm beating Jake by three points!" he grinned, looking up
at me

I was VERY curious how he managed to score extra points, but I
didn't get a chance to find out...

"What are you talking about?  What door?" Cindy asked, confused.

"Nothin'" J.R replied before I could.

It was the wrong way to respond to Cindy.  She looked at me
curiously before she jumped down from the stool and bolted out of
the kitchen.  J.R followed, and the two ran up the stairs.  I
wasn't expecting an argument, but soon I heard a scuffle.  I
planned on breaking it up once the dishes were done... but I
didn't need to.  Cindy came running back to the kitchen with a
photo in her hand.

"That's mine!" J.R growled, jumping up to get it.  He was taller
than me, but as soon as I took the photo from Cindy, he stopped
trying to retrieve it.

When I saw the photo, I understood why J.R was ahead of his
brother by 3 points:  The photo was of Cindy and her exposed
breasts.

"I didn't say he could take that!" Cindy protested.

I believed her.  I was surprised she even remembered exposing
herself with how much wine she drank last night.

"Wow honey, you look stunning!" I complimented earnestly, hoping
to calm her.  The photo did a really good job of depicting how
the wifebeater she was wearing last night strained under the
weight of Cindy's full breasts.  In the photo,  Cindy was looking
down toward Amanda and I could see her pearly white teeth smiling
about something.  It was obvious that J.R snuck the photo without
Cindy knowing.

"Are you sure you want your sister on your door with all of the
other sluts?" I asked, a little surprised he wanted Cindy on his
door and at the same time categorizing myself as a slut.  But I
guess I didn't think the two siblings got along well enough for
him to actually want to lust after her.

J.R didn't say anything, he didn't want to admit he was attracted
to his sister's body.

It was too bad for Cindy that I favored J.R more than her; he was
the reason we were all having so much fun after all.  Cindy would
just have to accept the fact that I was going to do whatever
necessary to get her brother cumming for me often.  But I wasn't
sure how I'd resolve the dispute between my children until I saw
the vial of Ecstasy I had placed on top of the fridge with the
alcohol.  It gave me a terrible idea.

"I know what we can do about this," I said happily, shaking the
Polaroid in my hand.  I opened a cupboard and pulled out the
smallest glass I could find.  I was hoping for a shot glass, but
those had been packed away years ago.

I handed the photo back to J.R along with the glass.  "Your
sister is working on acquiring womanly tastes.  Would you be so
kind as to fill this?  Make it extra special for her and think
about her tits when you cum," I whispered to J.R, though Cindy
heard every word.

J.R grinned at Cindy in victory, and walked into the nearby
bathroom with her photo.

Cindy gave me a look of astonishment.

"WHAT!"  Cindy yelled, recovering from the unexpected resolution.
 "Don't you dare!" Cindy screamed through the bathroom door as
she tried to open it.  While she was distracted, I reached on top
of the fridge and pulled down the vial.  Then I got another
glass, and put a few drops of liquid fun into it.  I really hoped
it would work for her.  Cindy needed to be less stubborn if she
was to become the woman she was meant to be.

"Cindy! Honey, don't break the door!  Let me explain, honey!"

I dragged Cindy back to the counter, and calmed her down enough
to talk to her.  I told her how sexy she was and that girls like
her just had to deal with the way boys handled themselves around
her.  It WAS very strange to see Cindy in a photo like that- she
looked way too young to be photographed, and yet her body was
unbelievably sensual and had already developed into the hourglass
shape every woman desires.  From that perspective, it made sense
that J.R photographed it.  But even if I could convince my
daughter that she should expose herself for the camera, the fact
was, her brother won their argument and Cindy didn't like that. 
Her hardheadedness would only allow for one solution: I had to
give in.

"You're right, honey," I sighed.  "YOU should decide when a boy
gets to see you, and when.  I'll make him give you the photo," I
relented and stood up.  Cindy smiled and uncrossed her arms to
give me a hug.

"Thanks, mom"

I didn't have to tell J.R to come out of the bathroom, because he
had already done the deed in record time.

"Do I get the extra point if the cum is on the photo after it's
taken?" J.R smiled smugly, referring to the doorwhore scoring
rules, where he got an extra point if the girl had cum on her.

"No," I giggled.  "But you do have to give that photo back to
Cindy.  I promised her she could have it."

"Meh, it's ruined now anyway," J.R shrugged and slid the messy
photo to Cindy.  "I used it like a backboard for my jizz.  Went
right in, see?"  J.R proudly lifted up a glass full of cum that
he had been hiding behind his back.

"Wow, that's a LOT of cum!" I smiled, taking the glass from him.
Cindy was visibly grossed out.

"If that's boy milk, it's sour!" she pouted, crossing her arms.

I laughed before dipping in a finger and tasting it.  "Mmm, NOT
sour.  It's still a little warm.  You don't mind if we share?"

I poured half of the contents into the Ecstasy-laced glass and
swirled the cum around.  It'd be easier to get my daughter
addicted to semen if there was an actual addictive chemical in
it.  It's not what I initially intended to use the drug for, but
I really needed Cindy to cooperate, and this seemed the less
risky route.  With Johnathan coming home soon, I wanted to make
sure my daughter's were hooked enough on sex that they wouldn't
need my influence anymore.

I slid the drugged glass to Cindy and held up mine.  "Cheers?" I
offered, hoping she'd play along.

In typical fashion, we were interrupted. Jake yelled up from the
basement to "come down already!" for the movie.  It was too early
to start movie night, but I was now eager to use the movies as a
way to show Cindy that drinking cum was perfectly normal (just
not from a glass!).  "Just a minute, Jake!" I yelled back, and
returned my focus to my daughter.  I brought my tongue to the
side of the glass and licked some of the semen off it.

Cindy looked at her brother, his smug look was working against
me.  She rolled her eyes, then threw her head back and downed the
cum cocktail.  I followed right behind her, enjoying the texture
and flavor of my son.

"Bleh, bitter!" She groaned, wiping her mouth.

"Just wait, honey.  It gets better once your tummy has some time
with it," I said, smiling from ear to ear.

* * *

"Woah! Cooool!"  Jake howled.  He picked up a handful of
XXX-rated magazines from the box I had taken out of hiding.  Jake
had been waiting downstairs for us for quite a while; primarily
because Ella took so long to get off the phone with her friend
Amanda.

"Put those back, Jake.  We're going to watch a movie first."

Jake obediently complied.  I was impressed that he did it without
complaining, then I remembered what we were watching.  It was a
win-win situation for Jake.

"What movie should we watch?" J.R asked, looking over the dozens
of tapes.

"Just pick one already!" Ella said with annoyance.  Ella was
sitting Indian-style on the love seat next to her sister.  With
Amanda gone, there was now enough room for her to be comfortable.

"Doesn't matter, honey.  Take the first one.  I don't know what's
on them," I admitted.  None of the VHS's were labeled very
clearly.  I think Johnathan had boot-legged them.

Since the boys were so eager to look in the box of goodies, they
had made the costly mistake of leaving the loveseat up for grabs.
 I took it, and planted myself right in the middle.

"Hey! where am I supposed to sit?" Jake moaned, crawling back
from the box of porn.  I gave him two options: get extra cozy
next to his mother, or sit on the floor.  He decided to wedge
himself next to me.  An excellent choice.

J.R put the video in, and sat on the other side of me.  The boys
and I had to sit hip-to-hip to squeeze in.

The VHS auto-played, and once the tracking kicked in, we all got
a close up of a woman's cunt riding a large cock.  She was
squatting on it, and moaning like only a porn star does.  I guess
none of us thought to rewind the tape first.

"Oooh, do you see that boys?  See how her pussy hugs his cock as
she lets it slide out of her?"	

The woman's leg muscles had to have been burning.  She bounced
over her prey in a squatting position for nearly a minute.  The
camera panned out enough to tell us why: the man was shackled to
the table and wasn't able to move.

The woman in the film had quickened her pace, obviously intent on
cumming; but it was not before the man had.  He gasped out is
orgasm, and yet the woman ignored him.  She continued to bounce
into his spurting cock as his cum gushed out of her pussy and
coated his shaft.  The man groan out more, this time in agony as
the woman continued to ride him, faster than ever now.  Finally
she reached her high and screamed out in pleasure before
collapsing on her partner's chest.  Cum from both of them had
gotten everywhere.

As hot as the scene was, I don't think the kids were prepared for
something so graphic.  It was such a close up, that Jake
complained he couldn't see the woman's "boobies".  Thankfully,
the next scene gave him what he was after.  It faded in with a
woman in a ponytail sitting behind a desk. Apparently she was the
secretary, and the two dressed men who entered shortly after were
her superiors.

After some cheesy dialogue, the men started to undress her, and
Jake got to see some breasts finally getting fondled.

"Oh good, looks like a threesome boys.  Pay attention.  This is
what I had in mind for Amanda..."

After the two men in the video had finished tandem sucking the
woman's tits, they moved on to oral sex. The woman was now
sucking a cock while the other man ate her out.  I was pleased my
girls finally were able to see cunnilingus being performed on a
woman-- Alex robbed them of that from our live show last night. 
Ella was fascinated by the act, but her sister was really into
it.  Her dry open mouth and dilated eyes would have been enough,
but the way she tried to covertly gyrate on the couch revealed
everything. She was starting to feel the effects of the drugs.

By the time the threesome were fucking, my boys had loosened
their pants, but they still looked awfully uncomfortable in their
constraining clothes.

"See Cindy?" I said, unnecessarily nodding to the T.V. she was
already fixated on.  "Cum never goes to waste!"

The two men were on either side of the woman whose mouth was wide
open.  When the men had finished unloading, the woman rubbed the
cum that didn't make it into her mouth onto her skin and sucked
her finger.  "God, I love that! Just like a good slut always
does," I explained.

With some exception to Ella, my kids were horny.  Dangerously
horny.  Cindy was so flushed, I worried that the drug was causing
her little heart to work beyond capacity.  As for my boys; well,
I knew I could get away with _anything_ I wanted...

"How does everyone like the movie?" I asked with an open-mouth
smile, knowing full well what the answer was.  Making sure that I
had my girl's attention, I unzipped my boys and took out their
cocks in each hand.  I loved showing off their brothers like
this!

"Why don't we all relax and get comfortable?" I suggested,
smiling wider to my girls reaction as I pumped their brother's
cocks.  They took the opportunity to take a good long look at
their brother's anatomy for the first time.

Nobody watched the movie after that, and in less than a few
second, the girls and I witnessed two geysers fire off from
between my hands.  My boys groaned loudly and jerked their hips
as cum started to lubricate my handjob. It was the messiest
handjob I had ever given.

"Ohhh yessss!" I hissed.  "You two were beyond ready to blow!"

The boys hadn't stayed still enough during their orgasms because
they ended up cumming all over themselves.  What did puddle into
my hand, I carefully kept and brought to my mouth.  As I licked
my hand, I noticed Cindy was particularly interested in what I
was doing.  Being the selfless mother that I am, I uncrossed my
legs and walked the few feet over to Cindy.

"Care to taste Jake this time?" I asked, offering her my other
hand.  Cindy took my slimey hand and greedily lapped it like a
dehydrated fish.  Her tongue felt electrifying on my skin.

"Unnn" Cindy groaned when it was all gone.  "You're right mom.  I
feel sooo good right now,"

"I promise I'll let you have the next load, dear," I smiled down
to Ella comfortingly. She was watching her sister's enthusiasm
with complete confusion.

After Cindy had cleaned my hand, I walked to the movie and paused
it.  The movie clip now playing showed two girls trying to suck
on a single cock at the same time.  I knew my sons would really
enjoy it, but they needed to recharge.

"Time for a quick break!"

* * *

I forced the kids to go upstairs and drink water to cool off. 
The boys wanted to change into clean clothes, but I told them not
to bother, unless they thought they were done for the night. 
Needless to say, they both wore their soiled shirts and pants as
if the new stains were badges of honor.  Cindy did decide to
change though; it was too early for pajamas, but she insisted
that she was was "burnin' up" in her form-hugging tee.  When she
finally rejoined us, she was wearing her _previously_ favorite
shirt: a loose-fitting and very modest Aeropostale t-shirt... 
Except it wasn't so modest anymore!  Cindy had crudely taken
scissors to the bottom of it so that it was cut up to well above
her navel.  The shorter material now draped over her unrestrained
breasts and casted a nice shadow on her tight tummy.

"Where's J.R?" she asked when she came back.  Ella covered her
mouth when she saw Cindy's t-shirt in ruins.  I almost did the
same.  Where on earth did she get the idea to cut up her favorite
shirt?  Did she think it was an improvement?  It wasn't like
Cindy to do something so irrational.  Then again, Cindy wasn't
quite herself at that moment.

I explained to Cindy that we all agreed on take-out for dinner. 
The caveat was that J.R had to go get it; I was too afraid to
leave the kids.  After all, I promised Johnathan I'd keep a close
eye on them, and I wouldn't be able to do so if I had gone by
myself.  I made a game of it, and dared both of my sons to go
pick up the food while wearing their spoiled clothes (it was a
"double dog dare" after Ella piped in!).

The boys did miss something while they were away:  Ella still
hadn't broken her hymen, so in punishment, I bent her over a
chair in front of her sister.  Ella wasn't happy with me,
ESPECIALLY when I kept pushing her dildo in further and further
and only stopped when it had popped all the way in.  Even though
she was in pain, I made my daughter keep the dildo plugged inside
of her so that blood wouldn't get anywhere.  Though, I'm not sure
it was going to come out so easily.  Ella was way too small for
her dildo.

When the boys returned, they were eager to go back downstairs.  I
was hoping they would have a story for me, but they insisted the
waitress working the carry-out desk hadn't noticed anything
aloof.  The boys said they felt "dirty" (when I clarified, they
meant "dirty in a good way") knowing that the waitress could have
suspected something...  Based on the growing bulge in their
pants, I could tell my sons had fun and were ready for a second
round!

We all headed back downstairs and ate our dinner on the coffee
table while the TV was freeze-framed to a picture of a cock
getting ample attention, thanks to two hungry sluts.  I decided
rather than resuming the film, that it was time to have a
discussion about what we had already watched.  Putting an
educational spin on our activity, I discussed with the kids how
the movie's actors were skilled in the art of sex and had lots of
practice.  To explain further, I talked about kegel muscles and
explained to the kids what activities they could do to strengthen
it and be better prepared.

"Okay girls, I want you to practice this-- oh, actually Ella,
you'll just have to watch for now."

I had brought down my toys during the break, and now had my dildo
on the coffee table pointing straight up.  Using the first movie
clip as inspiration, I stood up on the table and squatted slowly
on to it.  As I stood back up, the dildo was gone.

"Ta da!" I laughed, throwing my hands in the air and feeling like
I had performed a magic trick.  I hobbled over to the boys and
lifted my skirt, revealing where the dildo had disappeared to.  I
turned around to give them a better view, and wiggled my butt as
I pulled the dildo out with a lurch.  I was hoping that the girls
in the porno weren't the only thing my boys were going to be
dreaming about that night.

"Wanna try Cindy?"

I put my dildo on the coffee table to egg her on.  Cindy stood up
without hesitation and got into position.  She had daisy dukes
on, which were so tight, she had some difficulty moving the
material between her legs to the side.  She ended up unbuttoning
the shorts to loosen them before she squatted.  It took her a few
times to align herself with the dildo, but soon her pussy had
latched on to it like a vice.  As she stood up, it fired out.

"Ug, no fair!  You got it all wet, mom!"

Me?  She was just as wet as I was.  Her leg had been running with
excitement since she came downstairs from changing!

Cindy tried it again until she managed to stand without the dildo
popping out.  But she didn't attempt to walk with it unassisted,
and held on to it as she wobbled over, intent on proving to the
boys and me that she had succeeded.  Once she was in front of
J.R, she bent over in imitation of her mother.  Then, trying to
out do me, she made her brother pull the dildo out.  J.R happily
did, and handed it back to Cindy, who proceeded to lick it like a
lollipop.

"Woah," Jake swallowed, briefly catching Cindy's attention. 
Cindy wasn't paying much interest to Jake, and had been focusing
on J.R as if she were competing with me for him.

"I put my pic back on your door," Cindy leaned in and whispered
to J.R.

"Wooh!" I smiled, teasingly slapping Cindy's ass as she walked
away. I loved the way she acted when she was on Ecstasy!

Ella was not happy she was being left out, and huffed on the
couch.  I had some doubts she was enjoying movie night as much as
the rest of us and felt a little guilty.  I decided break time
was over.


We continued the movie-- it was a hot one!  The starlettes were
fighting over the cock, and my boys loved it.  I loved that they
loved it, and I just had to stretch out and let my body breathe.
There wasn't any room on the couch to uncross my legs, so I
decided my boys would have to deal with the weight of their
mothers legs draped over their own.  They didn't complain, and I
was now wide open, my sex in desperate need for attention.  It
was time for my sons to reciprocate.

I took J.R's hand and moved it down my thigh until it was under
my skirt.  He eagerly wanted to explore my pussy, but I helped
his hand move the way I wanted it before returning my arm to the
couch, and hugging each of my boys in closer.  I let J.R's
inexperienced hand blindly work my pussy until I couldn't take it
any longer.  I jerked back up into a sitting position and quickly
held his hand still in an attempt to try and ward off my pending
explosion.  Once I was sure it was safe to move, I carefully
unzipped J.R, and put his hand back on the second most
appropriate thing for it: his eager cock.

Now unbearably horny, I lifted my ass enough to pull my skirt all
the way up before resting on the seat again.  "Your turn, Jake" I
whispered, who by now was well aware of what was going on.  All
of my kids were, and I saw no reason to be discrete.  Only Ella
seemed embarrassed by it.

Jake tentatively brought his hand to my exposed pussy and started
to run his hand over it.  His expression as he fondled me was
unforgettable; he was in heaven.  And so was I.  I came moments
later, squirting further than I had ever before and startling
Ella in the process.

I'm pretty sure I was louder than the bimbo on the TV too.

"I am so doing that right now!" Cindy announced, watching the
whole thing.  She stood and wiggled out of her daisy dukes then
sat back down, completely unconcerned she was exposing herself to
everyone.  Cindy even took a cue from me and hung one of her legs
over the arm rest before fingering herself openly. I watched
through blurry vision while my body tried to shake off the
pleasure my sons gave me.  I could hear Cindy's fingers working
furiously over and inside her twat until she bucked into what
sounded like an intense, and very pleasurable orgasm for her.

I knew by the way Cindy kept saying "oh god, oh god" during her
recovery, that she was where she needed to be: Like her brothers,
Cindy would be hooked on orgasms, needing to feel them over, and
over, and over.  I was so excited my children were finally
understanding what life could offer them... and they were
beginning to open up their bodies to each other!  Well, all
except maybe Ella.

It was time for another break.

I instructed to Jake that his drenched hand would be perfect lube
for his cock, and then I paused the movie to get some things from
my bedroom.  When I came back, I waited on the stairs to listen
in on my children.

"...is not!"

"I'll settle this!  Let me see...  *Ahem*  'J.R is the winner!'"
Cindy shouted in a voice that was like she was an announcer for a
sporting event.

"Ha!" J.R bragged.

"You may be bigger, 'big bro', but Jake's jizz tastes better!"
Cindy taunted.

"I shoot further too!"

"Do not!"

"I wanna see!" Ella finally got a word in.

"It sounds like you kids need an experienced referee," I cut in
with a giggle, coming around the corner with my hibatchi wand and
some candles to help set the mood.  The boys were stroking
themselves in front of the girls who had gathered around to
watch.

"...but first I think it's time for Ella to know what an orgasm
feels like!"

I placed some candles around the room and lit them, then I had my
reluctant daughter (still stuffed with a dildo) sit back with her
legs slightly open.  I had to remind her that she was part of our
club, and as such she had to keep up with the group.  That meant
she had to let go of her reservations and "open up" a little. 
After all, everyone else already had.  I knew Ella could cum in
front of everyone without assistance from chemicals like her
siblings had, but she'd need special attention to get there.

Per my instructions, Ella adjusted the wand and moved it around
her cunt until she found the spot that felt "funny" or "good" to
her.  Once Ella found that spot, she was instructed not to move
the wand anymore, despite how intense the feeling became.  I
wanted pleasure to consume her until it exploded out of her. 
Once it did, she would finally understand why everyone was acting
so crazy.

I resumed the movie again.  The porn was for my kids, but the
activity was for me, so I turned down the volume. I wanted to
hear every slicking, fapping, moaning and groaning sound coming
from my excited children.

Ella was a good girl for us.  Within minutes, she was trembling.
I helped hold her hand steady as she rocked through her first
orgasm.

"Niice! Now THIS is what *I* call a movie night!" Jake beamed,
stroking his engorged cock with fury.

"Hell yes.  This is so cool," J.R agreed, fully enjoying the
movie.

"Don't cum without me!" Cindy said over her pussy mound.  Her
back was laying flat against the seat of the couch while her
lower body was bent off of the couch in a "crab walk" fashion. 
She was putting her dildo to good use.

My kids were breaking down barriers between themselves, learning
important lessons about their bodies, and meanwhile I was the
coolest mom on the block!

* * *

"Wooooo! go J.R! Go go go!"  Cindy praised, watching her
brother's cum flood out of his cock and into a glass.  The
forceful firing of his first spurt splashed the side of the glass
and flung out to the floor below.  I was impressed with how
violently he came.  His balls were really eager, and I couldn't
help but to think how badly his body wanted to make a baby.  It
was like his penis was strong enough to fire straight into a
woman's womb and plant its DNA into an egg in under a second
flat.

The glass J.R was working on was for Ella.  She was having a
difficult time keeping up with her siblings, so I laced a glass
with some special pick-me-up and brought it down to J.R to
provide the main ingredient.

To my surprise, Cindy reached out one of her fingers and placed
it under J.R's cock.  She was mesmerized by how the muscle-like
underside of his cock flexed and pulsed each time a spurt of cum
fired out from his balls, and she just had to touch it.  I
glanced up at J.R to see how he'd take his sister's touch.  He
was concentrating on keeping the glass steady, completely
unbothered.

"Good boy," I grinned, bringing my eyes back down to the glass
which had filled up nicely.  Were these really MY kids, the ones
who bicker all day?

Cindy's attention changed once J.R wiped his cockhead on the
glass as the last few dribbles went in.

"Bottoms up, El!" Cindy giggled, as I took the glass from my son.
 God did I want that glass for myself.

Jake was standing over my shoulder, watching from the side line.
He had recently gotten carried away during a tittyfuck scene, and
came all over himself again.  I scolded him for wasting his cum
and now he was at half-mass, trying to get back into the game.  I
could tell Jake was still adjusting to the fact that girls
actually swallowed something his dick made.  It was "blowing his
mind".

J.R collapsed back on the empty love seat, his legs splayed over
the side.  I gawked at his naked form for a second as he laid on
the couch to catch his breath.  The boys had gotten naked to get
out of their sticky clothes.  I was impressed they had become so
bold, but I don't think a teenager could be more horny than they
were.  It was a shame they were only now just experiencing
hardcore porn for the first time.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" I asked a very reluctant daughter.
Ella was eying the glass as if it were medicine.  In a way it
was.

"Do it, El!  It's sooo good!" Cindy encouraged, bending over
close to look at the glass.

I caught Jake eying Cindy's body while she was leaned in.  His
sister's tits hung enough to push the cut tee shirt out of the
way; but the way her back arched really brought attention to her
naked lower body.

Cindy smelled the cum her nose was so close to.  "Oh yah, that's
it alright," Cindy said with satisfaction, sitting upright again,
and pulling her hair back.  "You're gonna lo-ove it!" she sung. 
It was odd that Cindy had already forgotten her prior
reservations for her brother's spunk.

Ella took in a tiny sip.

"It's good, isn't it baby?"  I asked.

"Uh-huh," Ella answered, some cum still clinging to her lip. Her
face told me she had lied.

"My turn!" Cindy remarked, snatching the glass from Ella.  Cindy
played with some of the mix with her tongue, then took a huge
gulp. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Cindy!" I yelled, grabbing the nearly half-empty glass.  Cindy
fell backwards on the couch giggling, seemingly unaware that her
brother was taking an incredible interest in her exposed body.

"You better drink it honey, or you're going to have to fight one
of us for it!" I laughed.  Ella took the glass and slowly drank
it, choking a little after each small gulp.

"That's it baby," I reassured her.

"Looks like Jake is ready to go already!" I smiled inwardly,
knowing what (or rather WHO) caused him to be so excited.  "What
happened to our movie?"

"Uh mom..."  J.R started to explain before it became clear: we
had reached the end of the third tape!  I glanced at the time.

"Oh shit!  Johnathan!"

It was past time for our nightly call, and he never called!  He
was probably still mad at me.

"Oh yah!  How is daddy, anyway?" Ella asked, her voice still
sounding sweet and child-like.

"So glad you asked!  Wanna see?" I asked, feeling a little evil.

I pulled up a very naughty picture on my phone and showed Ella.

"He told me she reminded him of you, sweetheart," I lied to my
daughter, pointing to the brunette who was gobbling up her dad's
cock.  "He's having fun like us, see?"

Ella blushed, not sure what she was looking at.

"This was what he was up to just last night," I smiled.  I bet my
husband never would've guessed who else would be seeing our first
attempt at sexting together.

"Let me see!" Cindy exclaimed, popping off the couch and stealing
the phone from Ella, who only continued to stare at her empty
hands as if the phone was still in it.

"Yay, way to go dad!  Who's with him, mom?"

"Isn't your dad hung like a horse?"  I teased, ignoring her
question.  I thought she would have more conflicting feelings
with seeing her father in such an intimate act.  I guessed she
was still on cloud 9.

I waited for her to reply, but she simply studied the picture.  I
felt vindicated.  There is no way Cindy would doubt my
credibility again.  The movies we had seen that night proved that
girls really DO obsess over cum; and now she even had proof that
her strict "daddy" enjoyed feeding his penis to any willing
mouth.

Ella stole the phone back, and I had to stop the girls from
fighting over it.

"Do you think he's sad he isn't here tonight?" Ella asked without
looking away from the phone.  The boys had now gathered around to
see what the commotion was about.

"Absolutely," I responded.  "He's kind of upset with me right
now. I told him a little about our club, and now he wishes he
didn't have to work so much," I lied.

"Let's call him now, momma!" Ella said using my phone to dial
him.

"Hold on baby.  He might be sleeping.  Why don't we take a
picture of us and send it to him for when he wakes up?  He'd like
that"

Ella enthusiastically nodded her head in agreement. I swung
around to sit between my daughters who were both naked from the
waist down.

"J.R, would you do the honors?  Uh, above the waist please. I
want to make sure he sees our smiling faces"

J.R took the picture and gave my phone back. I looked over the
photo.  You couldn't tell the three of us were cum-drunk and half
naked, but you could see our sexuality glowing from our beautiful
faces.  Cindy was stealing the show with her cut off tee, but I
knew it could be even edgier!

"Hmm," I put the phone down and looked over to Cindy with a
smile. "I got an idea!"  I rolled up Cindy's tee until her round
tits hung lewdly underneath, but still kept her nipples only
barely covered.  Cindy didn't know what I was doing, but was
happy to let me do whatever I wanted.

Ella on the other hand jumped when I reached around her back to
unclasped her bra.  It was surprisingly easy to do over her tight
t-shirt.  She didn't understand why she needed to, but with
assurance, she reached inside her shirt and pulled out her bra.

"Hey, stop that," she laughed, batting my hands away as I tried
to twerk Ella's nipples into attention.

"Take another, J.R?" I asked

I hugged my girls in close as J.R took our photo.  The result was
perfect!  The three of us looked as happy as a beaver, gorgeous
as always, and now with unmistakable sex appeal.  Cindy's half
exposed tits taunted the scene, and Ella's pointy nipples could
easily be located under her shirt.

It was a huge risk.  But I was feeling reckless.  I sent the
photo to my husband, along with the caption: "WE MISS YOU!"


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