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Title: Motherfolly: The family games (Chapter 6)
Part: Chapter 6
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, mFm, Fmfm, rape
   If you haven't already been introduced to this story, please see
previous chapters:
  
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2012/6
2368 [Chapters 1-3]
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2013/6
2800 [Chapter 4]
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2013/6
2801 [Chapter 5]
   ******************************************** Motherfolly - CHAPTER 6
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   Wow, what a night we had!  I didn't know what would happen once I had
Johnathan's box of goodies out in the open.  I knew my kids would enjoy the
"adult" entertainment, but I never would have imagined that they would play
together!  Okay, so maybe my sons being uncontrollably horny from their
supplements helped...  And the girls didn't have much of a chance with
Ecstasy flowing through their taut little bodies, but still...  what a
night to remember!
   I think we would have played together all night if Ella hadn't had such
a bad reaction to her special cum cocktail.  I was beginning to wonder why
she was having a hard time getting her second orgasm, when I found out all
at once: it was because the third and fourth and fifth orgasms decided to
tag along with it!  Poor Ella collapsed by the end of the tsunami of
pleasure.  I was too nervous to continue our fun after that.  I cleaned up
my youngest daughter and sent her to bed, then I ended our marathon.  I
knew Ella would be upset had we continued on without her.
   The boys helped me clean up by clearing off a special spot on our
bookshelf to hold the video tapes, and we placed the large stack of
magazines on the coffee table.  I hoped Johnathan wouldn't mind that I
handed down his private porn collection to his offspring.  He wasn't using
it anymore, so it made a lot of sense to let the kids enjoy it.  The
priceless collection would make a good medium for assisting our children
become sexually active.  Once the kids were fucking their little hearts
out, Johnathan could have his porn back.
   Being comfortable enough to enjoy porn as a family was a huge step
forward for us.  I was especially proud of my girls: they paid attention to
my praises of the women as each one swallowed or rubbed cum into their
bodies.  It wasn't long before Cindy was hooting at the cumshots without my
encouragement.  She understood that even though semen represented a man's
pleasure, it also was a reward for us women to enjoy in our own sexual way.
Thank god for Ecstasy for helping her reach this conclusion as quickly as
she had.
   But the best thing that came out of our night together: my boys were
free to be themselves-- Cindy _wanted_ them cumming almost as much as I
did. The boys had managed to get their own cheerleaders for their new
favorite sport.
   Breakfast was the most important meal of the day in my household.  Not
only because of the nutritional need from the night's fast, but because of
the emotional need too.  My children might have felt like they had acted
irrationally the night before.  They were no longer under the influence of
any supplements I had given them to aid their growth and destroy their
inhibitions.  That's why it was my responsibility to rid their minds of any
potential regrets.  I decided the best way to do that was to start the
morning off with something sexual.  For this morning, it was yet again the
simple act of wearing nothing but my untied robe to the table.
   "You're alive!" I joked, as Ella entered the kitchen with a bad case of
bed-head.  She was always first to the breakfast table.
   "I'm achy, momma," Ella groaned in response, sitting down at the table.
She didn't wait for her other siblings to arrive before taking a bite of
pancake.
   "That must mean you had lots of fun last night, huh?" I smiled
   "Uh-huh, I think so," Ella answered, rubbing her eyes.  "What happened,
anyway?"
   I was in the middle of explaining last night's events after her
collapse, when her 3 siblings came walking in together.
   "Nice, mom" J.R greeted, his eyes roaming my naked body.
   Jake and Cindy sat down with a plop.  They were struggling to wake up.
   "How'd everyone sleep?" I laughed, knowing the answer already.  "I WAS
thinking about getting rid of your curfews...  but now I'm not so sure"
   "Umm...  No.  I'm fine!" Cindy insisted, sitting up straight.  "No
curfew sounds super awesome..."
   Jake made an effort to look more alert too.  I subtly shook my boobs at
him when he looked my way; it might have helped wake him up by causing his
heart to beat faster.
   "What are we doing today?" Jake asked, returning my smile and hoping I
was suggesting something with my movement.
   "You tell me, honey.  I have my appointments this morning," I answered.
My kids already knew I had to work.  They would have to entertain
themselves like usual.
   "Maybe we can finish filling up the ice tray?" J.R questioned as if to
get permission to go downstairs to watch movies.
   Before Ella passed out last night, I had asked the boys to resume
filling the tray up so I could use it for something I was planning.  Cindy
enjoyed watching the boys aim their cocks into the tray, and Ella- well,
she was clueless about the ice tray up until then.  When she found out she
(and her friend, Amanda) had consumed some of the cum-cubes with their wine
the night prior, her greatest concern was to tattle to Amanda about it.  I
didn't know how the 13 year old would take the news about the cum in her
drink, but it didn't matter.  If Amanda wanted to stay in our club, she'd
have to become a cumslut too-- my boys were expecting it.
   "Please do, sweetheart," I answered my son seriously.  "But let's give
the VCR a break this morning."
   It's not that I didn't want him enjoying his new plunder-- the opposite!
I loved the idea of my son enjoying his hard cock all day.  The problem was
I was feeling very paranoid.  I hadn't heard from Johnathan yet...  even
after sending him the most shocking photo of his life.  Well, that's not
entirely true: Johnathan DID call at around 2:00am; God knows why he was up
so late, but I was passed out on my bed by then.  He didn't leave a
message, and I was worried what that meant.  What if he took the next
flight home?  He'd have a heart attack if he saw his children watching his
naughty movies.
   So instead of encouraging the kids to stay home and play with their
bodies, I suggested they do their usual activity: the boys visiting the
skate park, and the girls going back to the pool.  This time though, I
challenged them to make their summer routine a little more exciting: the
boys were to bring a few of their XXX-rated magazines and see if they could
find other boys that liked them too.  If my boys could find some
like-minded teens, they were to befriend them.  As for my girls: they were
to go to the pool and find other girls in skimpy bikinis and make some new
friends too.  The hope was that they'd bring their friends home, and then
once the house was full of horny teenagers, nature would do the rest.
   The idea for this game came to me after some thought on how I could help
my children grow sexually.  The biggest obstacle my kids were facing was
teen bashfulness around the opposite sex.  Amanda was a great example of
this- she was always shy around my boys when Ella brought her around.  Yet
with a little encouragement, the little virgin was happy to act the slut
for my sons...  That's why I knew if my kids were to have the most success,
they would have to learn how to help each other out.  And who better for
being a "wingman" (or wingwoman) than your own sibling?
   I was careful not to downplay Jake's luck at getting a girl's number
yesterday, however.  I wanted my kids to find conquests on their own too!
Which is why I made up my mind to teach the girls how to flirt.  The men at
the pool were sure to give them attention, especially in their new bikinis;
they just had to give the perverts a little push.
   I used Jake as a Guinea pig for my girl's flirting lesson, and sat on
the table in front of him, purposely arching my back so my tits were more
noticeable:
   "Hey mister, can I ask you a question?" I asked in the most childlike
   voice I could muster.
   Jake stared at my tits, and I made sure the girls understood his body
language meant he was interested.
   "My sister says brunette's have more fun.  Do you think I should dye my
hair?"
   I ran my hands through my hair, causing my tits to push out even more.
My hard nipples jumped out towards Jake.  He was euphoric.
   "Oops!"
   I pretended to accidentally fall onto Jake's lap.  I could feel Jake's
hardened tool on my back, and I grounded my ass into it as inconspicuously
as possible.
   "Look, there's my sister!" I pointed to Ella.  It was an excuse to stay
planted on Jake's lap so he could see where I was pointing.  "Do you think
she's cute-er 'cause she has brown hair?"
   Jake moaned as I continued to grind him.  I wasn't even sure he was
listening to me, but I kept flirting with him anyway so that my girls had
ideas of things to say.
   "Ooh, has that been you the whole time?" I asked, after running out of
one-liners to give to my mute boy, and suddenly grabbed Jake's cock through
his boxers.  "Uh oh!  Did I cause that?"
   Jake nodded dumbly as I stroked him.
   "I've always wanted to..." I looked at my children before leaning in and
whispering: "...put one in my mouth"
   Jake looked completely flushed as I teased him using a shy childish
voice.  "You should meet me around the changing sheds..." I suggested,
   curling my hair around my finger.  "Race you there!"
   I got up with a giggle and ran to behind the kitchen counter, which I
explained we were pretending was actually the pool's changing rooms.
   The kids thought the lesson was over and remained seated at the table.
   "Don't keep the girl waiting too long, sweety," I instructed, returning
to my motherly voice
   Jake still wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, but he got up and
went behind the counter to find out.  His siblings followed, wondering what
would happen next.
   I was already on my knees.
   "I promise I won't bite this time," I mocked at my son's sudden
hesitation.  He slowly walked closer until he was standing in front of me.
   I smiled up at him as I ran my finger up and down the bulge in his
pants. On the third stroke up, my hand brought his zipper down with it,
then I pulled his pants and boxers down with one gentle tug.  His penis
sprung out, and the girls gasped at how far I had taken the lesson.  I
directed my smile to my daughters as I held their brother's balls in my
hand and leaned in to play with his precum using my tongue.
   "Mom!" Cindy gasped out.
   I took her shock as a dare, and sucked in Jake's penis just past his
head so my tongue could keep teasing it.  My son's knees buckled, and he
was forced to support himself on the counter.
   "Show me what you like, honey.  Take control!"
   I made my rattled son stand back up and hold my head and hair.  He
learned quickly and helped guide my head on his cock.  He almost had it
down"Too quiet, honey.  Tell me how much you like it"
   "I like it, I like it!" Jake moaned, his legs shaking visibly.
   "You just _like_ it?" I teased, stopping to lick his shaft from the
bottom up.  "Use dirty words, honey," I breathed.
   "I love it!" Jake gasped, not getting the point.
   "Don't you mean, you FUCKING love it?  Would you like me to keep sucking
your yummy COCK?" I no longer hinted, giving Jake some suggestions.
   "Yes.  I fucking love it!  Suck me, mom!  Suck my-- " Jake inhaled
deeply and tightened his grip on my hair, "--suck MY," Another sharp
inhale, "--SUCK MY COCK!  Oh...  ffffu...  !"
   Jake let his orgasm rip, and I felt his cum start to fill my mouth.  It
was Jake's first blowjob, and I wanted him to remember it.  As his cock
fired out his hot semen, I swallowed it down, keeping his cock sucked
firmly in my mouth.
   "That," I stood and faced my gawking girls, "is the best way to get a
boy's nutritious milk.  Straight from the source!"
   * * *
   J.R had attempted to get his turn with my mouth, but I teasingly told
him the lesson was over.  I had purposely chosen Jake for my daughter's
flirting lesson as a reward for getting a girl's number yesterday.  But I
promised J.R I would consider a similar servicing if he managed to get a
number too, AND if he promised he'd call it.  I was proud of myself for
holding back my own desire to get my lips back around J.R in order for him
to learn a valuable lesson.
   After the lesson, the children were rearing to go, and were soon out in
the wild looking for prey.  It was nice to see such enthusiasm in my kids,
and it was even better because everyone got out of the house- myself
included.  I had two appointments with clients that afternoon.
   My training sessions weren't much different than usual once my clients
had adapted to my new workout attire.  If anything, my new clothes helped
show that I was very fit and thus very credible when giving fitness advice.
Ironically, one of the clients I was training that day had a son who worked
as a lifeguard at the pool my daughters were currently practicing their
blow job skills at.  I had a prior arrangement with the 16 year old to keep
an eye on my girls for me.  Now that my daughters were up to no good, it'd
be interesting to see how diligent he was at his promise.  I wanted a
second hand report on what they were up to!  The problem was; I knew the
boy to be very uptight like his parents.  He was an honor student who was
too busy with academics and varsity programs to fool around with girls.  I
felt sorry for him.  His parents weren't raising him with the right
priorities.
   I treated myself to a late lunch after my work was over.  In a way, I
was afraid to go home.  It was a side affect of sending my husband that
salacious photo of myself and our daughters.  The photo didn't show any
nudity, but it corroborated my stories of how slutty his daughters had
become.  What the photo DID reveal though, was my acceptance of their
sluttiness.  And because I didn't know how Johnathan had reacted to the
photo, I feared the worst.  I was certain he had taken the next flight
home. As far as I knew, he already WAS home...  and if the kids were there
too, he might have managed to get the real story of what had been happening
over the past 2 weeks.  He would accuse me of corrupting our children. 
Would he turn me in to the police?
   Eventually I decided I needed to relax, not eat!  I surrendered my
half-eaten salad and headed to the spa.
   When I finally arrived home, there was thankfully no sign of Johnathan,
but the kids were home.  They were in the basement.
   "Holy shit!  She's drenched!" Jake chortled, jumping up to show his
siblings a blonde woman and a circle of 6 emptied cocks surrounding her
glazed over face.  The kids were looking through the magazines.
   "Damn!" Cindy smiled, openly using vulgarity for the first time.  "Lucky
girl!  I wish that was me!"
   "Hey you four!" I walked in, putting my hands on my hips.  "What the
hell are ya'll up to?!"
   The kids jumped for a moment, and laughed once they knew my anger was a
facade.
   "Where were you, momma?" Ella asked, jumping off the couch to give me a
hug.  She and her sister were still in their bikinis.  I could just barely
make out their tan line from when they once wore a one-piece.
   "Can we watch a movie?" Jake eagerly asked
   "I thought you all would be watching one when I came in," I laughed,
hugging Ella back.  "Isn't it kind of early for a movie, though?"
   "Mary is coming over in an hour," Cindy replied.  I had almost forgotten
about Cindy's religious friend, and how we agreed to have dinner together.
   "Mom!  Guess who is the most popular man at the park?" Jake smiled,
pointing his thumbs at himself with a grin.
   "Yeh, mom, pretty much everyone there wants to see our porn!  Even one
of the girls!" J.R contributed
   "Oh yeaaah!  What's her name again?  I think she really has the hots for
you, bro"
   "Meh.  Skater chicks are weird-- but guess what mom?" J.R pulled his
cock out of his already unzipped pants.  "I got a nuuumber"
   "Me too!  I got another one too!" Jake quickly jumped in proudly.
   "Good boys!" I giggled, taking off my top to their cheers.  I walked
over to them for a little TLC.  "What do you think girls?  Would you like
to meet the boy's new friends?  We could have a party!"
   Cindy watched me grab J.R's cock and bit her lip, but didn't answer.
   "By the way, how did you two do?" I asked the girls, while I unbuttoned
Jake's boxers through his unzipped fly and fetched out his cock with my
other hand.
   "Cin got to flash some guy!" Ella touted, unsure what to think of her
mother fondling her brothers.
   "That's it?"
   "He was too shy," Cindy shrugged, watching my hands work their magic. 
"He wouldn't get out of the pool.  Said he was cold."
   I laughed.  "I know why he didn't get out of the pool.  Did you feel his
cock?  Was it hard?"
   Cindy nodded quickly and smiled.  I had her describe how he looked, and
what other boys were there.  My girls were definitely getting a lot of
attention, but I hadn't considered the fact that most of the men there had
gone with their families, and they didn't want to be caught behind the
changing rooms with a teenager.  As for the similarly-aged kids: most of
them were still afraid of sex.
   While Cindy had little success with the men, Ella had better success
with befriending some of the girls.  She had talked to three girls.  Two of
them were close friends and they visited the pool often together.  Ella
said she saw them gawking at a lot of boys and the two were happy to let
Ella spend some time gawking at guys with them.  The other girl Ella met
had gone to the pool with her older brothers.  Cindy said she had caught
the girl's brothers attention, but at the time they were with older girls.
Otherwise, my daughters had a lot of fun, but I could tell they would need
to calm their nerves before they'd be effective.
   I admit I was a disappointed that my little girls had virgin mouths.  I
was so convinced that they wouldn't even have to try, that I was expecting
that they would have tummies full of man seed by the time they got home.  I
really thought that men would line up to take their turn behind the
changing rooms!  What does a mother have to do?  Put a sign on her
daughters?  "Please feed me cock"?
   At least the boys did well, and I was anxious to focus on their reward.
   "I'll be with YOU in a minute," I grinned to Jake, as I let go of him. I
then settled in next to J.R and rested my head on his tummy.  Cindy was
still finding it difficult to believe I would put her brother's dick in my
mouth, and she came around to watch.  Her expression was distant, and her
mouth was dry and open.  I locked my eyes to hers and started to pump her
brother, openly mocking her sensibilities.  Cindy was on to me anyway, and
she was coming to grips with it.  She knew I wasn't doing this just for my
son's benefit.  I was doing it for me too.
   I closed my eyes, no longer caring to hide my desires, and engulfed my
son.  Then I moaned.  The velvety texture, the manly taste, the taboo
nature of giving my boy pleasure...  EVERYTHING.  God, I was infatuated,
and it showed through my blowjob.
   J.R tried to stay still and stroked my hair.  He had gotten a blowjob
from me before; but this time he was able to handle it MUCH better.  I took
my time and really enjoyed having him in my mouth.  I couldn't see my son
from where I was laying, but I knew he was watching me closely, and shortly
he stopped stroking my hair.  His tummy tensed, pushing my head up as his
abs hardened.  It was time.
   "Get ready for some cum," I moaned, removing J.R's cock from my mouth
and pointing it skyward.  I lightly squeezed on J.R's balls, hoping it'd
help push his cum out.  My other hand managed two short pumps before:
Spurt, spurt.  Cum flew in the air!  I wanted my daughters to see it before
I devoured it.  And that's exactly what I did next.
   J.R was well cummed out when I released him and sat up, wiping my mouth.
Everyone was quiet.  Was the act really that shocking after all we'd been
through together?
   J.R broke the awkward silence: "I am DEFINITELY getting more numbers!"
he exhaled.  He had held his breath through his entire orgasm.
   "My turn!  My turn!" Jake insisted, laying further down on the couch so
I could rest my head on him.
   As I got into position with Jake, his cock prematurely fired.  I hadn't
had a chance to position it, so a bit of his cum went up my nose.  Talk
about a mood breaker!  We all laughed and laughed.  Poor Jake.  I did my
best to clean him, but the way Jake twisted his whole body each time my
lips went to a new cum puddle made the girls laugh even more.  Despite
having to chase down each spot of cum from Jake's moving body, I really
enjoyed comparing the two boys' taste.  J.R's cum was still fresh on my
tongue when I cleaned up Jake, so it was easy to contrast the difference.
Jake's cum had a sweet tang to it.
   "I should get ready for our guest," I sighed after my task was complete.
For a moment, I wondered what it would have been like had ALL my children
been boys, and I was briefly jealous of the fantasy.  I stood up and looked
down at my sons slouching on the couch.  They looked so relaxed...  so
content.  So lazy!  I put my hand on my hips, and tried to go back into
mother mode (not easy to do when you're not wearing a top!).  "I need you
boys to be total horndogs tonight.  That means no more cumming until our
guest arrives!"
   "Aw mom, can't she just come by some other night?" Jake moaned.  "She's
kind of a drag..."
   "WHAT?!" Cindy started in, offended by his remarks about her friend.  It
would have developed into quite an argument had I not put an end to it.
   "Girls, could you go up to my room?  We have some things to talk about."
   The girls were curious as to why they were being dismissed, but gave
little fuss before leaving.
   After the girls left, I picked up the magazine my son was gawking over
earlier.
   "For the rest of the night, I need you two to look at Mary like you look
at this woman..."
   "Who MARY?!  Er, mom, I don't think..."
   "No, no, no.  No thinking!  I want your cock to do all the thinking
now..."
   "But mom, Mary's not that hot!" Jake groaned.
   Jake really didn't get it, so I made sure he'd understand.  I took a
step over to where he was sitting, and straddled him.  I wrapped my arms
around his neck and looked into his big blue eyes from only a few inches
away.  "Sweety, you'll never win your competition with THAT type of
attitude!"
   Jake clearly wasn't used to having a topless woman on his lap.  All he
managed to do was swallow.
   "You need to start thinking about girls differently.  I bet under those
dreadfully boring clothes, Mary has a cute little pussy.  Would you really
turn that down if she offered?  I mean, wouldn't you love to sink-" I
grabbed Jake's dick, which had already resurrected back to life, "-this
into a tight, wet hole?"
   Jake blushed and didn't answer.
   "But that's just it, Mom," J.R said quietly, seemingly amused with how
intimately I was talking to his brother.  "She'd NEVER--"
   "Nuh-uh-uh.  Leave that to your mother," I smiled and stood up.  "REAL
men can figure out how to get into ANY girl's panties- even someone like
Mary's.  Tonight, I'll help you spread those wings.  Oh, but help me out,
and change into sweat pants and tight shirts...  both of you"
   J.R and his brother looked at each other, puzzled.  I suppose they
figured that women considered sweatpants sexy.
   "And get your cameras ready," I winked, bending over to pick up my shirt
from the floor before heading up the stairs.
   * * *
   "What was THAT all about, momma?" Ella asked.  The girls were sitting on
my bed when I came in.
   "Oh, I didn't like how your brothers reacted to Mary visiting for
dinner. I had to give them a quick lecture," I replied, pulling down my
workout shorts and kicking them off.
   "You should give THAT lecture to El too then," Cindy huffed, not
realizing my lecture wasn't what she thought it was.  "'Cause she said she
agrees with Jake!" Cindy tried to keep her angry composure by doing her
best to ignore my naked body.
   Ella defended herself from Cindy's accusation, and I let the two argue
while I went in to take a shower.  Truth was, I agreed with Jake too.  Mary
wasn't the type of girl I'd want my daughters spending a lot of time with,
and I was hoping to teach Mary a lesson for treating me and my girls so
arrogantly earlier.  There was something about her...  the way she acted
like she was some sort of moral authority, mostly.  I just didn't like her.
   "Are you girls going to stay in your swimsuits?" I yelled out over the
shower, interrupting the girl's bickering.
   In a way only sisters can, the girls did a complete 180 and promptly
stopped their argument in order to debate what they should wear.  After a
few minutes, I stepped out of the shower laughing.
   "I was hoping you two would change WHILE I was in the shower, but since
you are STILL here...  let's talk about what we're going to do tonight!"
   "What do you mean?" Cindy asked, expecting she would hang out with her
friend per usual and then later we'd all just sit down to a humdrum dinner.
   "You don't think she'd mind if I wore this, do you?" I asked
rhetorically, ignoring my daughter's question and squeezing into some
cotton short-shorts with cute little pockets in the front.  I hadn't been
bothering with panties lately, and cotton felt wonderful on my bare pussy.
   "Wow momma, you look REALLY tan in those," Ella admired.  "But Mary says
shorts above the knees are NOT modest," Ella finished, recalling Mary's
lesson from Sunday.
   "Yah, not a good idea mom.  J.R would get a boner for sure if you wore
those," Cindy mocked sarcastically, seemingly bitter now that she knew my
son and I had some chemistry between us- something my blowjob made all too
obvious.
   Ella thought Cindy was joking and was the only one who laughed.
   "Hey, it's not like I'm going to sit at the table topless!  I have a
perfectly cute crop top for these..." I responded, playing dumb.  Cindy
huffed, she knew I understood what she meant.  Everything I wore recently
was designed to get my sons thinking about me...
   "Seriously though honey, how are we going to get Mary to unwind a
little? I don't think Ella and your brothers would mind her so much if she
relaxed a little.  Do you think she could take a prank?" I asked, quickly
getting back on subject.
   "Yah!" Ella answered for her sister.
   "So...  What if...  What if J.R DID get a 'boner'?  And Mary saw it?" I
grinned.  "What would she do?"
   "Oh, ha!  Momma!  That would be too funny!" Ella laughed, covering her
mouth.
   Finally a crack of a smile entered Cindy's complexion as she tried to
imagine her conservative friend encountering her brother's stiff cock.
   "She.  Would.  Freak!" Cindy finally let her smile completely out.
   "J.R would be so embarrassed if he was caught with one," I mused, not
really sure if that was true now that he was abnormally horny thanks to his
daily libido pill.
   "We HAVE to do it," Cindy decided.  Her sister clapped quietly next to
her in excitement.  They both liked the thought of seeing their brother
embarrassed in front of their friend.
   "Okay, but if I change into something less comfortable for Mary's sake,
then J.R will need something else to get him excited.  You two have to help
with that part!"
   Cindy thought for a moment while I went to find an old sun dress modest
enough for my daughter's friend.  "Um, okay, how do we do that?" Cindy
asked with annoyance, still acting the brat.
   "Oh it's SO easy, honey.  Just reach over and work your hand up his leg
until you reach his-"
   "Ew, no!  I'm not going to grab J.R's junk!  He's gross.  And my
brother!" Cindy feigned disgust.  What was with her?  She was acting weird
ever since she saw me suck both of her brothers.  Was she jealous?  Cindy
already HAD briefly touched J.R's cock.  She loved swallowing his cum last
night...
   "Don't be afraid, honey.  You don't have to do anything special.  Just
touch it," I replied, pretending that she was self conscious because she
had never handled a boy before.
   "That's not why--"
   "--he'll get hard," I continued over Cindy's bullshit, "and then I'll
remember I left the salad dressing in the fridge, and ask him to fetch it,"
I contagiously smiled, and my daughter caught it.  "J.R will be just like
the boy in the pool you met, completely unwilling to move.  And I'll have
to get mad at him until he stands up and gives Mary a special salute..."
   Cindy bit her fingernail.  "Okay," she smiled more, unable to harbor her
inner bitch any more.  "Yes!" She laughed.  "This'll be good!"
   "...and Ella, you'll be sitting by Jake, so you have to work your hand
up HIS leg just in case I can't convince J.R.  to stand up."
   Ella's giddy demeanor changed to concern now that she realized she would
have to participate as well.
   "What if Mary doesn't say anything?" Cindy asked, becoming doubtful. 
"She's good at ignoring stuff"
   "Well that's the fun part, baby.  We'll just make sure the boys stay
good and uncomfortable until she does," I winked.
   * * *
   My two girls were outside playing chalk games on the concrete when Mary
arrived.  It'd be a few more hours before we'd sit down for dinner, so I
stayed out of the girls business and went looking for my boys.  They
weren't hard to find.
   "Dude, don't be a wuss.  You got her number first, you call her first,"
J.R argued.
   The boys were in the basement.  The TV was on, but they hadn't started a
movie yet.  It looked like their argument had taken over their activity.
   "Hey, I have TWO numbers to call.  I'm winning.  You need the head
start..."
   "Oh god, you two," I entered, startling them.  "They're just girls.  Say
hello.  Ask them if they want to hang out.  They'll say yes, and you go
pick them up or meet them at the park.  That's it," I shrugged.  "It's
getting them into your room that might be tricky," I laughed.
   "NOT helping mom," Jake groaned.
   "If you need help with the bedroom part, I have ideas, but that's for
later.  You PROMISED me you'd call them.  Today.  In the mean time, I need
some help with something."
   I took my sons to my car and opened the trunk: laying there was the
computer I had purchased the other day.  After getting a cute scolding
about leaving electronics in the hot car, the two excited boys helped carry
the large monitor box and computer case downstairs.  I asked them if they
could set the computer up on the old craft desk in the corner, and to get
the internet running on it.  We had a 6-year-old laptop in the kitchen's
desk drawer, but the kids only used it to do research for school.  I was
hoping to use this new computer for extra-curricular activities.
   Unfortunately, my boys weren't familiar enough with computers to setup
the internet.  I gave J.R my cell phone so he could call his friend Rick;
apparently he knew a lot about that sort of thing.  That's when I took my
leave, hoping to straighten up the house before getting started on dinner.
   * * *
   "Mary, how have you been enjoying your summer vacation?"
   Mary was wearing pants which she had rolled up to her mid-calf; higher
than what they were designed for.  She had on a cute turquoise shirt; one
my boys would have appreciated had an undershirt not been sewn across the
v-neck, completely covering Mary's chest.  She wore a curious green ring.
   "I am so ready for school to start," she answered, taking the salad from
me.  "Summers can be so boring!"
   "God, I NEVER would have hung out with you when I was your age.  I hated
school!" I thought, but nodded in response, as if to say I related to her,
then took a sip of my wine.  I made sure the table had been preset with a
glass of wine for everyone.  My family and guests had already burned
through two bottles in previous activities and the alcohol had worked well
for us in the past.
   "Cute ring, by the way," I complimented after putting down my wine.
   "Thanks!  It says 'CTR', which stands for 'Choose The Right'.  It helps
remind me to always do good!"
   I quickly returned my hand to my glass and took another sip (or two!) of
my wine.  I wasn't expecting THAT response.  Tonight was going to be
brutal.
   Thankfully I didn't have to converse much longer because the girls had
taken over.  When Cindy did finally look my way, I yawned at her.  It was
her cue.
   Cindy blushed momentarily, and then...
   Coughing.  J.R was choking on his brisket, catching everyone's
attention. Cindy quickly brought her hand back to her own lap.
   "Chew before you swallow dear," I scolded, trying not to smile-
something Cindy was struggling with too.
   J.R reached for his glass and attempted to clear his throat with his
drink.
   "Yuuuck!" J.R spat between coughs and held up his glass with a sore
expression on his face.
   "WINE!" Ella chimed, understanding her brother's reaction and tasting
from her glass right away...  "I thought this was just for our clu-"
   "-just for special occasions," I injected, giving Ella a stern look for
almost giving away our secret club to Mary.
   "Are you kidding?!  Don't drink that!" Mary objected, hitting Ella's
hand in an attempt to get her to put it down.  "It's so bad for you!"
   "No Mary, this one isn't bad.  This one is kosher, see?" I lifted up the
wine bottle.  A big label with the word "kosher" was printed across it.  It
was just the brand name, and maybe a little special since it meant the wine
was originally created for Jewish purposes, but Mary didn't need to know
that.  "I thought it'd be PERFECT for tonight.  Ella told me you drink
water at church that Jesus used to turn to wine?"
   Mary lifted up the glass and smelt the wine inside it.
   "Sort of, but...  I better not," she quickly decided, placing the glass
down.  "I always avoid the appearance of evil, no matter how good the
intentions," she nodded to the girls trying to teach them something.
   I knew getting her to drink the wine was a long shot.  Luckily I had a
plan B.
   "So...  how does cranberry juice rank on your evil-o-meter?" I asked a
little smugly, and with a yawn.  Mary could sense my attempt to contradict
her, and did her best to explain to me that cranberry juice was somehow
different and "perfectly okay" for her to drink.  Meanwhile Cindy had
understood my yawn and the next we heard was a soft moan from J.R.  It
caught Mary's attention.
   "J.R," I addressed, smiling at Cindy whose hand had momentarily been
preparing her brother.  J.R opened up his eyes and relaxed his clenched
hands.  He blushed when he saw Mary looking at him funny.  "Could you get
Mary a drink of cranberry juice, please?"
   "Uh..." J.R paused to think.  "Yes." He answered quickly, but remained
seated.
   "Now please," I requested, watching Cindy try and contain her giggles as
best she could.
   "Oh, right..." J.R's face desperately tried to convey his "situation" to
me as he stalled.  "Um...  are you sure?" he asked, hoping I'd show him
some mercy.
   Mary answered for me.  "Oh no.  Water is fine, really"
   "Don't be silly Mary, J.R would be HAPPY to get you a glass of cranberry
juice," I ordered sternly to J.R.  Cranberry juice would be needed to mask
the next ingredient: "Be sure to put some _ice_ in the glass first," I
hinted to J.R who nodded and bit his tongue.  Slowly, he stood up.
   J.R's sweatpants and tight shirt prevented him from hiding his erection,
and his pants tented lewdly.
   Mary's eyes opened wide and for a second she stared.  "Um-", Mary almost
said something, but changed her mind and quickly brought her hand to her
face to shield her eyes.  "Cin-dy!" Mary whispered hoarsely, looking to her
friend for some explanation.
   "What?" Cindy answered snootily, doing a good job at pretending nothing
was out of the ordinary.  Recently, it hadn't been; at least not in our
household.
   Since Mary was so intent on not looking, it seemed okay to flick J.R's
cock mockingly as he walked by.  "Thanks sweetheart," I teased with a smile
as his cock swayed from my swat.
   Mary leaned on the table with her hand still shielding herself so she
could use less energy to protect her innocent eyes.  When J.R came back
with her juice, she swallowed and thanked him, but refused to lower her
hand and look at him.  I was hoping she'd react differently, but she was
obviously too uncomfortable to talk about what she just saw.  It didn't
matter; her discomfort would change soon: I had prepared each cube of cum
with Ecstasy, and J.R had dispensed all two-and-several-quarters worth of
cubes into her cranberry juice.  The tray had quite a few lines of frozen
cum crisscrossing throughout it, but was otherwise empty.  J.R had walked
over to show me that he had used all of the "ice".
   "Just fill it with water and put it back in the freezer, hon," I
replied, still watching Mary who hadn't moved her hand.  Before J.R could
get away, I grabbed his waistband and pulled it down, startling
everyoneespecially J.R.  I quickly wrapped my mouth around his cock and
covertly sucked it.  He was NOT expecting the sudden pleasure, and almost
dropped the tray.  But it was the girls who risked giving me away, and they
were forced to cover their mouths to muffle their surprise.
   "Oh my god, mom!" Cindy mouthed in anger when I put her brother's cock
away after only two deep sucks and a flick of the tongue.  Had Mary seen
that little display of affection, she would have surely ran out of our
house screaming.  At the time, that would have been just fine by me.  I was
beginning to think Mary would not play nice that evening.
   J.R breathedly went to the sink and filled the messy tray up with water.
As far as I was concerned, the boys would be too distracted to bother with
the tray any longer.
   "Mary, I don't remember.  How many brothers and sisters do you have?" I
asked, breaking the silence.
   Mary cleared her throat and sat up.
   "I have five brothers and two sisters," she answered proudly, taking a
drink from her juice.  "I'm the youngest."
   Her unusually large family brought many questions and soon we were all
talking again.  Mary was almost too occupied answering questions to notice
J.R returning to take his seat.  When he had, she intently looked the other
way.
   * * *
   "Awww, I can feel its tiny little heartbeat!" Cindy exclaimed quietly
over Mary, who had been talking non-stop to me about her oldest sisteraway
on a religious mission to South America.  Mary was too busy explaining the
culture her sister was experiencing to pay any attention to what her friend
was referring to.  Out of the corner of my eye, I looked to see what my
daughter was talking about: she was looking right at me, her arm out
stretched to her brother's lap which he had gladly offered up to her. 
Only, Cindy wasn't teasing her brother anymore.  She had his cock out, and
she was playing with it.
   "That is really..  something!" I interrupted Mary, trying to redirect my
surprise caused from Cindy's unexpected actions.  We had previously decided
the girls would tease the boys every time I gave them the cue- a yawn.  But
I hadn't yawned!  What came over her?  Cindy was acting dangerous on her
own; if her friend looked over, Cindy would have a VERY difficult time
explaining herself.
   "I know, huh?" Mary replied, believing my strong reaction was due to her
story.  "I can't wait until I go on MY mission," Mary continued to rattle
on.  She had really loosened up ever since she started drinking her
cranberry juice.  I didn't know HOW to make her stop talking, so I made do:
Ella had done a poor job giving Jake proper attention, so while Mary
talked, my foot was trying to make up for Ella's failure.  Jake was
watching Cindy stroke their brother and had his tongue practically out
while my foot gave him a special massage.
   "...Oh I heard it's quite humid there!" I bantered back with Mary,
hoping to stall her longer so my daughter could have more time to practice
her first handjob (and so Jake could enjoy the show!).  Unfortunately, in
Jake's attempt to give my foot better leverage, he fell off his chair.
   Cindy doubled over laughing, unconcerned with her brother's now lonely
and exposed cock.  Thoughtfully, J.R leaned forward into the table so he
wouldn't be caught with his pants down.
   "Oh no, what happened?" Mary asked, interrupting herself and looking
down at Jake.  Jakes bulge in his pants was unmistakable.  "Uh, okay.  You
too?  What IS that?" Mary finally addressed the elephant in the room, and
pointed down at Jake's crotch.
   Jake blushed and quickly sat back in his chair.
   "His dick," Cindy replied flatly, then started giggling.  "Duh!"
   "Mary, you have FIVE brothers!  Aren't you used to seeing those?" I
asked, trying to deflect my daughter's bluntness and keeping things as
natural as possible.
   "Huh?  No way!  Okay, well this one time- on our trip to Idaho- me and a
few of my brothers were in Clifford- that's our red van by the way- 'cause
we have two...  Well, we were riding, and I totally saw Ethan trying to sit
forward, and then I kinda saw something under his pants, and I thought
maybe..." Mary rattled on again.  Nobody was paying much attention. 
"...but NEVER just...  like, at the DINNER table or anything.  Holy gosh!"
Mary fanned her face with her hand.
   "You have weird brothers," Cindy replied.  "It'd be strange if Jake
DIDN'T have something pointing out!" Cindy giggled.  "Maybe you just
haven't been looking close enough, you know, since they're your brother's
'n all.  I could totally come by and check it out for you," Cindy offered
stupidly.
   "Oh my gosh, yes!  Come by for dinner!  That'd be totally cool," Mary
replied, not listening to Cindy's interest in why she wanted to invite
herself over.
   "Totally," J.R mocked, upset he wasn't getting attention anymore.
   "My mom could make her special meatballs and -- Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,
oh my GOSH!" Mary shrieked dropping her glass.  "I drank it!  I didn't mean
to!  Oh no!"
   Mary's glass of wine had been sitting next to her mostly-gone glass of
cranberry juice.  She wasn't paying attention to which glass she had picked
up when she brought it up to her mouth.  She had taken a hearty gulp.
   "Oh!  Do you like it?!" Ella asked excitedly.
   Mary just frowned at the glass of wine.
   "You have to try it again!" Cindy encouraged.  "It took me a while to
get the taste down."
   Mary sighed.  "Well...  Okay.  Maybe just this one time.  I mean, I did
already try it, and...  it's not like it's the BAD kind."
   Mary lifted her glass and took another sip.
   "Seeeee, Jake?  Mary is NOT a drag!" Cindy blurted.  Cindy's wine had
loosened up her inhibitions a little too much.
   Jake's eyebrows just raised.  He couldn't believe his younger sister
would rat him out like that.
   "You think I'm a drag because I don't drink wine?" Mary looked at Jake
with some resentment.  She took a couple more gulps.  "There, I've drinken
JUST as much as you!"
   "So?  Wine is a woman's drink, anyway," Jake said matter-of-factly,
rememebering what I had told him the day before.
   "Then why did J.R drink most of his?" Cindy came to the defense of her
friend.  "You don't like the taste of wine because you're just a little
BOY."
   Normally I'd stop an argument like this one, but I had a hunch the peer
pressure would get things moving in the right direction.  I was right. 
Jake downed his wine to spite Cindy, and Mary drank hers to spite Jake. 
Their faces as they finished the wine was comical and the other kids
laughed.
   Not that the wine was needed anymore, but I knew now more than ever that
Mary was ready for the lesson I had planned for her.
   * * *
   After dinner, I made the boys clean up.  They were not at all pleased
with me, but I reasoned that because the girls were entertaining their
guest, the girls would be off the hook for clean-up duties that night. 
Besides, it was a good way to let Mary adjust to a boy's bulge, as the
girls and I remained seated at the table while the boys cleared it.  Mary
was not nearly as bashful around them anymore, and I found her blushing
whenever the boys were in eyeshot.
   "You know Mary, I've never said it before, but your eyes are really
beautiful.  Have you ever thought about wearing mascara?  It'd make your
eyes really pop...  Oh I know!  Why don't we do a makeover tonight?  The
girls and I could really pamper you!" God knows, Mary needed a makeover. 
She didn't wear ANY makeup, and her hair wasn't well styled for her facial
features.  It wasn't unusual for girls her age to go au-natural of course;
but for Mary's important lesson in humility, makeup would play a crucial
role.
   "Yeah!  That'd be fun, momma!" Ella practically shrieked over Mary's
mumbled excuses.
   "Oh comeon' Mary," Cindy joined in.  "Just for tonight- just to see if
you like it!  Please?"
   Mary hardly took any convincing.  She pretended it wasn't something she
was interested in, but I could tell she was a little excited to see what
she might look like.  We decided we'd set up in the living room.
   Because my own girls wore only a little makeup, I had them go get some
of mine from the master bath.  With the girls on their errand, I had a
little time to take care of some things of my own.
   "Hi boys," I greeted, coming back into the kitchen.  Jake had just
finished washing the table, and J.R was working on the dishes.  I grabbed
J.R's soapy hand and walked him over to Jake where I grabbed his hand too.
We didn't have much time.
   "I need you two to be quiet as a ghost...  no matter what," I explained
mysteriously while kneeling.  I had positioned both boys at the inside end
of the counter.  I guess cleaning the kitchen wasn't very exciting for
them, because the tent in their pants were much less noticeable than they
should have been.  Except, the boys must have anticipated my next move,
because when I yanked their sweatpants down to their ankles, both of their
cocks heartily bounced upward, and were literally drooling for my
affection. There's something very sexy about TWO eager cocks throbbing in
front of you, but knowing that they belonged to my sons gave me such an
indescribable rush!
   I brought my two boys closer together; almost until their cocks were
touching.  I was testing them.  The two hated being naked around each
other, let alone so close, but I had already talked to them about it.  I
explained to them that no man will ever master the art of sex if they don't
completely shed any self-doubt about their sexuality.  In fact, the boys
were told that if they were uncomfortable around other naked men, it was
because they were harboring bisexual tendencies.  Unsurprisingly, neither
of my sons wanted their heterosexuality brought into question, and they
were sure to act very casual around each other after that.  Regardless of
why, I was very proud of them for not protesting and keeping quiet as I had
asked.
   But in all truthfulness, the main reason I brought my sons so close
together was because I couldn't decide which cock I wanted to suck first.
Having the boys positioned so closely allowed me to alternate between their
cocks in rapid concession.  It was an interesting moment, because as much
oas I was enjoying myself, it was the first time doing something sexual
where I thought about my daughters and how they HAD to try the move out for
themselves.  My unselfish thoughts made me feel motherly in a way that I
had never felt before.
   It was unfortunate that my sons broke their unspoken promise to be
silent, and they whined childishly when I returned their sweatpants to
their waists.  I had brought both of them to the edge-- their bodies
desperate to ejaculate everything it had been preparing since before Mary
had arrived.  I knew the two needed relief; if not for their own sanity,
but so that their over-producing balls could relieve some pressure.  A
selfish part of me wanted to tease them some more, to discover where their
boiling point was...  but the girls had returned to the living room and
were waiting for me.
   I needed to cut a cucumber, so I did-- slicing it threateningly as I
glared into my boys eyes and reiterated the need for them to stay quiet, no
matter what.
   * * *
   "Sorry ladies.  I thought we could start with a facial, so I went ahead
and warmed up the cream!  Also, I brought these cucumbers," I explained,
holding up two slices.  Cucumbers help rejuvenate and moisturize the
eyes... at least that's what I've been told.  The girls didn't really
care-- practically every facial ever done includes cucumbers!  They didn't
suspect a thing.
   The girls were buzzing as I prepared Mary.  She was sat on our lazy boy,
and leaned back.  Once her eyes were closed, and a cucumber slice laid on
top of them, I told her I would be back with the cream.
   I don't know if my girls were really that clueless, or if the wine had
slowed their wit, but they were confused as to why I returned with their
brothers and a step stool...  That is, until I had their brothers' pants
completely off.  Despite my urging, the girls couldn't keep quiet, and Mary
asked what the commotion was about.
   "Oh, the girls are just excited.  They've never had a facial before and
I think they really want one," I answered, trying not to growl at the girls
disapprovingly.
   "God.  YES I want one!" Cindy confirmed and watched me position her
older brother on the stool, his cock soon waving over Mary's face.  Jake's
cock was literally oozing a steady flow of precum, and I was concerned the
draft in the room would be all that it took to set him off prematurely.
   "You mean /gosh, yes/," Mary corrected, offended by Cindy's language. 
"We should do your facial next!"
   Cindy thought for a second, not sure about wearing her brother's spunk.o
   "That.  Would.  Be.  Awesome!" She finally decided, as I started to pump
Jake's cock.  My other hand formed a cup above Mary's forehead so that I
could capture the first load of jizz my son's over eager balls would
project out.
   "We'll see honey.  I don't want to waste the cream until Mary has had
her share," I replied coolly.  I was surprised Jake had lasted long enough
for me to say it, but he was desperately trying to hold himself back. 
"Now, this is a little warm at first," I instructed, noticing Jake's balls
suddenly tighten into fire-mode.  "It will cool tho-- oh!  Here it goes!"
   Jake jerked suddenly and then froze-- his body blasted out a long rope
of cum.  My hand stopped it from flying over Mary's head, though some of it
ricocheted and landed on Mary's lips, eventually dribbling down her chin
and on to her neck.  Ella got closer to watch, while Cindy moved behind
Jake and hugged her brother tight to prevent him from falling off the
stool.
   "Thanks Cindy, that's perfect," I tried not to rasp lustily.  There's
something about holding a man's cock when it ejaculates that gets me to a
very special place every time.
   It was a good thing that Cindy kept Jake's balance, because his now
notorious shaky-legs were coming back.  I looked up to see how he was
doing, and saw him concentrating on silencing his usually VERY vocal
orgasm. His eyes were glued on my hand and how I was pointing his spurting
cock to different spots on Mary's face.  Once his balls couldn't offer
anymore cream for our special facial mask, Cindy helped Jake get down from
the stool and he moved off to the side.
   "This it the first layer," I explained, starting to rub the cum into
Mary's face with the sticky hand I had used to catch some of the
projectile. "Doesn't it feel nice?"
   Marry muffled a response.
   "Oh, it's okay honey.  This mask is 100% home-made, and we actually like
to eat it too," I assured her.  I rubbed in the cum on her lips, and pushed
some of it in her mouth so she knew I meant it.
   "It smells funny," Mary finally said, comfortable now with talking with
the mask on, but being careful not to move her face.
   "I get to apply the next coat!" Cindy greedily croaked, grabbing J.R's
hand and yanking the shocked (and bottomless!) boy over to the stool.
   "What?" Cindy sassed, noticing my surprised expression.  "I already know
what it feels like," she insisted, referring to her brother's cock.  Cindy
stuck her tongue out at me, then pushed her brother up on the stool.  Then
she grabbed his cock as if it no longer belonged to her brother but to some
sort of goody dispenser.
   Cindy could have ended the game at anytime; after all, it was HER friend
who was an unwitting participant.  Cindy knew she held the upper hand, and
was playing it to her advantage.  I didn't dare argue with her, and took my
place behind J.R to hold him still.  Cindy positioned her hand up to J.R's
tip and pumped his shaft with her other hand.  She stared intently at her
brother's cock, just like a child does when turning the wheel on a
jack-in-the-box.  I snaked my hand between J.R's legs and gently meaded his
balls, urging them on.
   Jake was still standing off to the side, watching with a smile.  And
Ella-- well I wasn't paying much attention to her.  She was still trying to
make sense of what we were doing.
   I tried to stop J.R's orgasm when his balls tightened by pulling on
them, but it didn't help.  His cum ripped out of him.  Cindy's cupped hand
was too close to his cock, and the cum splattered against it and went out
everywhere.
   "Not too close!" I unnecessarily instructed, feeling some of J.R's cum
on my own face.  Cindy had already moved her hand back, and a wide open
grin kept her silent for a few seconds.
   "Wiiilldd!" Cindy chortled and held back a laugh.  She was stroking J.R
pointlessly fast now, hoping his remaining spurts would fire out more
forcefully.  I looked up at J.R to check in on him and found him holding
his breath.  He was starting to turn purple!
   "What's wild?!" Mary asked, a little too drugged up to be completely
alarmed with Cindy's strange enthusiasm.
   "Oh nothing, Mary!" I failed to say calmly, pulling J.R off the stool
with urgency and forcing his cock out of his sister's greedy hand.  J.R's
remaining orgasmic spurt fell to the floor as I ushered him out of the room
so he could breathe.
   "That last application got a little out of hand is all, honey," I
finally explained to Mary, after returning to the room a bit out of breath
myself.
   Cindy couldn't stop grinning.  She studied her cum-coated hand with a
sense of wonder.
   * * *
   "How are you feeling, Mary?" I asked the quiet teenager laying in my
husband's recliner.
   "I feel..." Mary paused for a second.  "Good.  No...  I feel...  It's
like the whole world is...!  I feel good."
   Cindy and I looked at each other with a grin.  That's when I noticed
Cindy was licking her finger's clean.  Cindy hadn't even bothered to rub in
J.R's cum into her friend's face.
   "What do we do with the cucumbers?" Cindy asked between licks.  "Can we
eat them?" She continued, before I could answer.
   I looked down at the cucumbers and realized they were coated in cum. 
Cindy had no idea how nasty she was acting.  I could feel butterflies in my
tummy; she was turning out like me!
   "Absolutely," I smiled, after a moment of collecting my thoughts. 
"But," I quickly cut in, stopping Cindy from picking one up.  "Let me add
some lemon zest to it, it'll help make it taste better with the cucumber."
   I held out my left hand and placed each of the cucumber slices covering
Mary's eyes on to it.  With the way Cindy was already acting, she certainly
didn't need anything addictive in her cucumber salad, but Ella did.  I
speed-walked to the kitchen and added a few drops of Ecstasy to the
cucumbers (and yes, some lemon concentrate too!).  When I returned, Cindy
had convinced Mary to open her eyes, and was explaining to Mary why she
looked so much "hotter" already.  Mary wanted to see what she looked like
with the mask on, but I told her she didn't get to look at herself until
the makeover was complete.
   "Say 'ah', sweetheart," I ordered to Ella, holding up her slice of
cucumber.  Cindy had eaten her cucumber with silly enthusiasm, but I knew
Ella wouldn't act in kind, and I wasn't in the mood to talk her into eating
it.  Ella reluctantly opened her mouth, and I flung the cummy cucumber into
it.  Ella took after her father, both in appearance and attitude.  And like
her father, Ella had *amazing* sexual potential; it just needed to be
guided in the right direction.  Fortunately, they had me to help them.
   Mary didn't realize it was peculiar that I had put her mascara on before
removing her "mask" until after she had sat up, and the pooled cum from
J.R's orgasm started to run down her face.  She tried to keep the cum away
from her eyes so that it wouldn't streak her makeup, and for the most part,
she was successful.
   "Hmm," I murmured, taking a step back having just unclasped Mary's hair
clip and wiping off a string of cum about to fall from her chin.  "No more
bangs, Mary," I declared, attempting to push away the brown curls.  Mary's
bangs were a little wet from where they had touched her plastered forehead,
so I was at least successful at moving them to the side.  "And..." I
continued, standing back further.  "I think we need to put you in some
different clothes!"
   "But I didn't bring any..." Mary started to state the obvious, but
caught herself.  "Ohhhh," she sighed out in understanding and brought her
finger up to her lips.  I had hoped that she wouldn't recall our
conversation on Sunday where I had promised she wouldn't be offered to try
on my daughter's clothes again.  At the time, she was greatly offended by
them.
   "No...  I shouldn't"
   Mary looked at her finger that had gotten slick from touching her wet
lips.  "But at the same time, I should," she contradicted herself.
   "Um, hello?  Yes you should," Cindy teased, not caring about how absurd
Mary's reasoning was.  "It's for your makeover, dummy!"
   "Yah!" Ella agreed, becoming more vocal.  "Our clothes are super uper
duper nice too.  You'll see!"
   "Why don't we all change so that Mary will feel more comfortable?" I
suggested, helping Mary stand.  "And Mary, once you're all dressed up, we
can ask the boys how we did with our makeover!"
   The girls and I ran up the stairs, giddy at how much fun we were having.
   * * *
   "Ooh, look at THAT!" Cindy gasped and walked briskly to the TV screen
and not stopping until she had almost blocked her brothers' view.  "She
gettin' it goooood!"
   Cindy had changed into cotton shorts like I had, and it looked as though
we were wearing the same outfit.  She knew what I was going to wear, and
since she couldn't think of anything better, she decided to copy me.  I was
flattered; she was my mini-me!
   "Wowie," is all Ella could think of to say, standing next to Cindy and
watching the woman in the film getting practically raped by a huge cock. 
Ella was in her dance shorts again, and although they looked amazing on
her, the fact that you could see Cindy's ass cheeks peeking below her
shorts gave Cindy's backside the win.
   The moment the girls and I had come down to the basement, we were
distracted.  I, by my boys who had claimed their own separate love seat,
and had been enjoying the movie like you might expect- with their cocks
out. And my girls, by the movie they were missing.  We were all so
distracted, that for a moment we had forgotten about Mary.  When I turned
to find her, I saw her frozen at the base of the steps.  She looked like
she was about to scream.
   "Mary!" I rushed into action, pausing the movie, "It's okay, don't be
shy!"
   I ran over to her and grabbed her hand, intent on securing her before
she ran away.  She was too dazed to stop me, and she let me pull her by the
hand over to the boys.
   "Ta-da!  What do you think?"
   Mary was dressed in a plaid mini skirt and white blouse, which had been
tied into to a knot at the bottom, bringing up the material to show off her
navel.  Even in Mary's relaxed state of mind, it took a lot of convincing
to get Mary to dress in what we wanted her to.  She made us leave the room
so she could change, and once she had, she was too scared to come out.
   The boys looked her over, unsure what to say.  Mary's face was covered
in cum, her mascara was running, and her lips were bright pink thanks to a
last-minute application of lipstick.  I spun Mary around so the boys could
consider her.
   "There's no way that's Mary!" Jake finally laughed.  He had stopped
stroking himself once Mary had come into view, and he was struggling with
whether or not to cover himself.
   "Jeez, Mary.  You look...  I dunno," J.R stumbled.  "Hot."
   Mary's face turned crimson from J.R's attempt at a compliment, but she
might as well have been a doll.  Every muscle in her little frame was tense
and hadn't moved even a twitch.  I thought about closing her mouth for her,
but I liked how she looked.  In fact, I felt completely satisfied with the
results of my lesson.  If Mary wanted to complain about whores, she was
going to know what it was like to be one.  At least now she looked the
part. There was just one thing left to do.
   I sat her down on the coffee table, and propped her up on her arms so
she would be leaning back slightly.
   "One last thing, and your makeover will be complete!" I said cheerfully
as I spread Mary's limp legs.
   I pulled out two sharpies from the bun of my hair, causing my hair to
fall down my back.  I whispered something to my sons and gave them each
their pen.  The boys looked at each other and smiled.
   Mary shuttered when the boys reached her.  They began to draw on her,
and as their sharpies inched up her leg and came close to her sex, we all
heard it.  Mary moaned.
   * * *
   "I wan'ta see," Mary's dry throat managed to croak.  We had hardly heard
her, because we were all gawking at the photos my sons had taken.
   It was the first thing Mary had said since her reveal.
   "Of course, Mary!" I replied with a smile.  "You can keep this photo to
celebrate your new makeover!"
   "You look.  AMAZING!" Cindy blurted, running around Mary to peek over
her shoulder.
   Mary looked at the photo, finally seeing herself for the first time.  On
one leg, the boys had written "Cum in here" with an arrow pointing to her
panty-clad snatch.  "Fuckslut" was written above her belly button, and on
her other leg: "I love cocks!" I was disappointed I had to tell the boys
what to write, but they were still learning.
   Ella knelt down next to Mary.  "She looks so different, doesn't she?"
Ella asked, thinking it to be a compliment.
   "Is that really me?" Mary squinted.  "Wh-What does that mean? 
Heeeeeyyyyyy...  that's a bad word!" Mary looked down at her legs.  "Get it
off!" She screamed with some unexpected energy.  "My body is a temple!" she
oddly claimed, and tried to rub off the word "cock" as if it were graffiti.
   Then she sat up straight, folded her arms, and shut her eyes.  Her
sudden change alarmed me a little.  I worried I might have over-spiked her
cranberry juice.
   "What is she doing?" I whispered to Cindy.  "Is she napping?"
   Cindy shrugged.
   "Mary?  Mary, are you okay?" I asked with concern, kneeling next to her
and lightly shaking her.
   "Ohhh, I know!  She's praying, momma!" Ella revealed.  "Huh, Mary?"
   "Shhh, I'm asking for forgiveness," Marry quietly replied.
   "Forgiveness?  Honey, you didn't do ANYTHING wrong," I told the teenager
truthfully.  "You just let us give you a makeover!  We all think you look
sexy.  Why don't you ask God if he likes your mkeover too?"
   Mary opened her eyes and looked at the ground for a moment.  "Okay," she
shrugged.
   She prayed out loud.  It was the strangest thing I had ever heard in my
house.
   "And?" I asked bending lower to look into Mary's eyes after she had
finished.  "What did God say?  How do you feel?" I rubbed her knee
soothingly.
   "I feel...  really good!  Yah!  I feel it!" She practically laughed,
looking into my eyes.  "Oh my gosh!"
   "You know what honey?  I bet God wanted you to be here tonight.  I bet
he meant for you to dress up and look so cute."
   Mary nodded eagerly as I spoke, liking what I was saying.
   "But I suppose you do look a little like...  a slut," I pressed on
carefully.  "Do you know what a slut is, Mary?" I asked.
   Mary looked at me, I had stopped saying things she liked hearing.
   "Do you think God wants you to be a slut, Mary?"
   "No!" she quickly replied.
   "ASK Him, honey.  Ask God.  There must be a reason He put you here
tonight."
   Mary wasn't sure about my suggestion, and sat thinking.  I looked at my
kids, they were all watching with a sense of bewilderment.  They weren't
sure how to react to Mary's strange beliefs and her recent odd behavior.
   I placed my hand on Mary's shoulder and told her that she should never
be afraid to talk to God.  I felt a little evil giving her advice about
something I didn't believe in.  But I must've said the right thing because
Mary bowed her head and prayed aloud again- stuttering briefly when saying
the word "slut".  There was a moment of silence after her prayer was over.
   "Oh!" she gasped.  "Oh!  Oh my gosh!  I feel so..  I feel the spirit!"
Mary suddenly stood up, shaking her hands up and down.  "He wants me to
be...  a..."
   Mary's excitement changed suddenly, and she sat back down.
   "But I don't know /how/ to be a slut!" she sobbed.  "Now I know how
Brigham Young must've felt crossing the plains!"
   "Are you sure, Mary?  Are you sure God wants you to be a slut?" I asked.
I had no clue what Mary was blubbering on about, but I was hoping she
wasn't on a roller coaster of emotions that would bringing her crashing
down into regret.  After all, being a slut is a big commitment.
   Mary nodded slowly, "Yes.  My whole body...  tingles!  I know it's a
sign from God.  I know it!"
   I bit my lip.  I felt SO guilty for spiking her drink.
   "Hmm, Okay, Mary," I paused, thinking things through.  I wasn't sure if
I wanted to go further with Mary.  She was too volatile.  I gave her her
lesson, the boys had their picture for their doorwhores game...  I was done
with Mary, wasn't I?
   "Lucky you," I giggled nervously, and looked over at my boys.  I knew I
could really make their night.  "I think I can help you out.  Why don't you
start learning about how to be a slut by watching this movie for a
minute,and I'll go get you another drink?"
   "Oh, wow.  Oh!," Mary swallowed, having turned around to face the TV. 
"Okay, I can do this," she breathed in deeply, determined to do whatever
her God commanded.
   * * *
   When I had arrived back downstairs with more wine, Cindy had J.R's cock
in her hand and was showing it to Mary.
   "They look kinda funny," Mary giggled.
   While I poured us some wine, Ella explained to me that Mary was a little
confused by the movie and had thought that penises were supposed to look
different.  Cindy thought it would be beneficial to give Mary an up-close
view of one.  I think Cindy really just wanted to show off and get her
hands on a cock again.
   I walked over to Mary and gave her her glass, then sat next to my son.
   "Let her hold it, Cindy" I directed.  "We need to get Mary acquainted
before she has to go home."
   J.R was _really_ enjoying himself on the couch watching the girls
explore his manhood.  I watched my boy squirm for a moment, then I ran my
hand through his hair and kissed his cheek.  "See what you've been missing,
baby?" I whispered in his ear.
   Jake was feeling left out, so I motioned him over and had him stand next
to Mary.  Mary turned and looked up at him, while I sat up so I could reach
my younger son's cock.  I held it out for Mary.
   "A boy's cock is something that every good slut loves to have in her
mouth," I taught, and nodded to the TV where a woman had every hole in her
body plugged.  Mary looked at the TV, then back at Jake.  She leaned up
slowly, gave his cock a quick kiss, then quickly sat back down on her
haunches, blushing.
   Jake moaned.  Maybe he liked to be teased like that.
   "Boys _love_ their cocks played with.  It feels good for them.  Girls
have something that feels good too!  Do you ever touch yourself, Mary?  To
feel good?"
   Mary shook her head.
   "Then you need to start!  You will never be a slut if you don't orgasm
at least everyday.  You should rub your clit each..."
   Mary looked at me blankly...  I was going too fast.  It was time for
show and tell.
   I made Jake take my spot on the couch next to his brother, and Ella sat
on the floor next to Mary.  I pulled the coffee table closer and sat on it
in front of them.  I then surprised Cindy by pulling her on to my lap. 
Cindy had been testing my authority all evening, and I needed to remind her
who was still in charge.
   "J.R, do you remember what a clit is?" I asked, spreading Cindy's legs
wide.
   I had done a terrible job teaching him.  J.R wasn't sure, and was too
embarrassed to admit it.  I pulled Cindy's shorts to the side, exposing her
pussy.  The girls all gasped and Cindy quickly closed her legs.
   "Mom!  Mary..."
   Mary was directly in front of Cindy and had the best view of her
friend's private parts.
   "Mary needs our help, and you're her friend!" I scolded my daughter. 
"Now comeon', take those shorts off," I patted Cindy's butt to encourage
her to stand up and remove her shorts.
   "Don't look!" Cindy demanded from her brothers, as she slid her shorts
down.  She didn't really mean it, but Cindy had a hard time letting go of
her moods.
   Once Cindy's shorts were off, I yanked her back on to my lap, making her
yell out in surprise.
   "Sorry honey, you're taking too long," I laughed, immediately spreading
her legs as far as they would go.
   "This," I pulled back Cindy's hood and stared at my son, "Is a clit."
   J.R looked at the spread pussy in my hand, then up into his sister's
eyes.  I think Cindy was waiting for him to compliment her, but he didn't.
He only looked at her.  I wondered what he was thinking, but it didn't
matter.  J.R wouldn't find a pussy more aesthetically pleasing than what
his sister had between her legs.
   I swiveled my body so that Jake could see better.  He leaned forward to
get a closer look at his sister.  By now, Cindy was really enjoying the
attention, and was holding her legs apart on her own.  From my angle, I
could actually see Cindy's neck pulsing from her elevated heart rate.
   After the boys were well re-educated, I moved back to Mary and started
to rub my daughter's clit in circular motions.  It was odd touching her. 
I've never had any desire to touch another woman, but for some reason,
Cindy just seemed like she was another smaller version of myself.  And I
already knew exactly how to get myself off, I just had to adapt my
movements on my smaller replica.
   "Keep rubbing yourself like this, Mary," I instructed.  "Sometimes I
take a break to draw out my orgasm," I explained, taking my hand and
sliding it down my daughter's very wet pussy, then curling two of my
fingers up inside of her.  Cindy gyrated on my lap; she couldn't do much
else with her legs spread so far.  "But otherwise, Mary...  don't stop
rubbing your clit!" Cindy's clit was engorged, and I had started back in,
rubbing faster and harder.  I explained to Mary what a dildo was and how it
could help too.  I promised her one of my own for her to keep in her room.
   "Mom?" Cindy moaned, trying to get my attention.  "Mommmm...  MOM!" She
shrieked.
   Cindy couldn't take it anymore.  She suddenly jerked her legs back
together and attempted to stand up in an effort to stop her orgasm.  But
she failed, and I had to quickly catch her before she tumbled on to the
girls.  I dragged her off to the side where there was room for her to lay
down.  Mary watched in awe as her friend shivered on the floor.
   "I want you to play with yourself before you get up in the morning and
before you go to sleep- even if you're not in the mood!" I instructed Mary,
who was still watching her friend with concern.  "...At least for the next
two weeks.  Your body needs to start to crave being touched regularly." It
was easy teaching Mary.  She was just like one of my clients, except she
was much younger and my instructions were about sexual fitness rather than
physical fitness.
   Cindy eventually stood back up, breathing heavily and supporting herself
on the armrest.  Her legs were soaked with her orgasm.
   "No fair!" Cindy glared at me and reached for her shorts.  She stuck her
tongue out to her beaming brothers, who had very much enjoyed watching
their sister wriggle in pleasure.  J.R and Jake had that now familiar look
on their faces; the one where their lust had complete control over their
actions, and they would stop at nothing to get themselves off.  I loved
seeing that desperate look in their eyes, especially knowing I was about to
give them what they so badly wanted.
   "Of course, there's one very big thing about being a slut," I began,
offering Mary my hand.  Mary took it, and stood up.  "SEX!  Lots, and lots
of SEX!" I smiled.
   "No!" Mary replied resolutely, crossing her arms.  "I'm saving myself
for marriage!  Besides.  I just CAN'T get pregnant."
   Pregnant?  I had forgotten to tell my kids about that possibility during
my sex education lessons.
   "Oh, that's right," I agreed softly.  "Maybe we should just practice
with the tip of a penis then?  It doesn't count if it's just the tip," I
tried to explain with a straight face, and not waiting for a response
before reaching under Mary's skirt for her underwear.
   "Yeah, okay," Mary gave permission, watching me pull down her white
panties.  "If you think it will help make me a slut."
   I smiled up at her, and sat her on the edge of the table.  I nodded to
the boys to get off the couch and come around.
   I decided Jake would go first.  Part of me was disappointed that Mary
would be J.R's first, and I wanted to make him wait a little longer.
   "Take them off Jake," I grinned, yanking on the bottom of his sweat
pants.  "No more pants around Mary, okay?"
   "It's okay Mary, just breath," I assured the VERY nervous girl as I
rolled up her skirt.  Jake stared down at his exposed target as he pulled
off his pants, and Mary's eyes followed Jake's cock in dream-like
anticipation, as if she was still in denial as to what was about to happen.
Once Jake had removed his pants, he knelt in front of Mary and looked at
me, unsure how to proceed next.
   "Are you ready, sweetheart?" I asked Jake quietly, grabbing hold of his
cock.  Jake exhaled, nodding.  I brought my son's penis up to Mary's slit,
and rubbed it around her opening.  The two teens gasped out in unison, and
Mary leaned back on her elbows so she could better handle the sensation.
   "Feels good, Mary?" Cindy asked, coming around to her friend.
   "Oh YES," Mary growled.  "Thank you Mrs.  Wilkins...  Thank you for
helping me!"
   "Don't thank me," I smiled, teasing them both by rubbing my boy's penis
up and down her slit.  "Thank God," I lewdly suggested, finally pushing the
tip of my boy inside Mary.
   "Woah!" Jake buckled the second he entered Mary, trying to warn me he
was already at his limit.  He pushed on my hand to get me to slow down, if
not completely stop.
   "You're right!  I should thank God," Mary gasped from the feeling of a
cock plugging her entrance, and then laid back to say a prayer.  I ignored
my son's plea, and pulled him out of Mary so I could continue the routine:
a rub up and down Mary's slit, then a gentle push into her hole.  I
repeated the motion faster with each repetition.
   Mary really had only started her funny prayer when Jake started cumming.
   "Thank him for my son's hot cum!" I yelled to Mary over Jake's loud
moaning.  I had to hold a tight grip on my son's cock to prevent him from
escaping.  Apparently, he didn't like me rubbing his spurting cock over and
inside Mary's pussy while he orgasmed, but I was trying to get Mary off
too!
   Mary did as she was suggested, and moaned out gratitude to her God for
my son's cum and cock.  She asked Him to help her be a good slut and enjoy
her pussy to the fullest.  Once you got over Mary's bizarre religious spin
on things, it was actually quite endearing to hear what she would say in
prayer, even if I had to help give her the right words to say.  Like my
kids had been, Mary was uncomfortable using vocabulary appropriate for sex.
   Mary collapsed on the table after her prayer was over.  Jake had already
finished his orgasm, and he would not let me use his cock to tease Mary
with any longer.  He was soon standing off to the side, looking at the mess
he had made all over Mary.  The girl's pubic hair was matted in cum, and
her borrowed clothes would need to be washed.
   "Gosh!  That was sooo...  great!" Mary beamed, fanning herself with her
hand.
   "Did you do it then?  Did you orgasm?" Cindy asked, leaning closer to
her with curiosity.
   "How do you know if you've orgasmed?" Mary asked, unsure.
   "You'd know," I laughed.  Mary hadn't had one yet, but fortunately there
was another cock to go.
   I pulled Mary to the edge of the coffee table, and asked the girls to
hold up one of their friend's legs so they would be out of the way.  Once
the girls had Mary lewdly on display for their oldest brother, J.R was
given the same introduction to Mary's wide open pussy: I ran his cock
through his brother's cum, even forcing some of it back inside Mary's cunt.
As I entered him into Mary, J.R started breathing heavy.  Really heavy.
   "She's so warm!" He gasped with his eyes closed.  Once the tip of J.R's
cock was inside Mary, I was so distracted by my son's reaction that I
hadn't been using his cock to go through the planned routine.  J.R must
have taken it as permission to fuck the tip of his penis into Mary at his
own discretion, and...
   I don't know; I guess I was jealous.  It was envy, really.  Mary didn't
deserve my son, and I couldn't watch her enjoying him.  I decided I needed
a drink, and made my way over to the wine.  J.R was too interested in where
his penis was to notice my body language.
   "You know Mary, you should teach the boys to pray.  They really should
thank God for having you.  Don't you think?" I asked over my shoulder, a
trace of bitterness in my voice.  J.R didn't want to pray.  He wanted to
fuck, and for some reason, I wanted to make it difficult for him.
   "Of course!" the moaning teen heartily agreed, leaning up.  "That would
be so," she paused to gasp in pleasure, "...super!  J.R, repeat after
me..."
   Miraculously, J.R had no problem doing what Mary asked him so long as
his dick was inside her (at least the tip, anyway).  I stared out the
basement's window into our secluded yard as I listened to J.R thank God for
Mary.  It was such a sweet thing for my son to do for Mary, and I was a
little resentful that Mary was lucky enough to enjoy someone as good as
him. I don't know why it bothered me so much...  I wanted this for my son,
hadn't I?
   And then I noticed something in the reflection of the window: Cindy had
let go of her friend's leg and was teasingly pushing into her brother as he
fucked Mary.  At first I thought Cindy was just supervising, but then I
realized she was trying to get him to thrust his cock all the way into
Mary! I couldn't believe she would go against her friend like that.
   "...thank thee, for..." J.R continued praying on his own, but finding it
increasingly difficult to concentrate.  "...for, giving me Mary's pussy
to..." Cindy was finally successful at pushing her brother half-way into
Mary, and now he was straining harder than ever.  "...to fuck...  and to-
I'm sorry!"
   J.R resolve broke down; he couldn't help himself.  My boy shoved his
cock into Mary to the hilt, then started jack hammering inside of her,
unable to stop his pending cum.  Cindy laughed at the visuals and clapped
giddily, but she was interrupted by Mary's flailing leg-- a side effect of
the sudden ramming the girl's body was taking.  Cindy quickly grabbed her
friend's leg, and pulled back on it.  Hard.
   "Oh!  G-odddd!" J.R appropriately yelled through gritted teeth.  He was
filling Mary up!  Mary lifted her head to confirm what was happening, and
although she wanted desperately to stop J.R, she couldn't.  Mary's eyes
rolled back and she choked on her words.  The two were orgasming together.
   "Amen!" I grinned, standing above the two sweaty kids.  They were acting
like they had ran a marathon and were recovering from their post-euphoric
bliss.  J.R still had his penis all the way inside Mary, relishing the
feeling of being fully inside his first girl.
   "Amen," Mary smiled at my conclusion to J.R's prayer, and she closed her
eyes.
   * * *
   "Wooooh!  Who would ever guess that _this_ body delivered FOUR kids!"
   I stood in the full-length mirror, holding the family's video camera and
vainly recording myself striking a pose.
   "Speaking of my kids, I wonder what they're up to?"
   I held the camera forward as I made my way down the hall and then down
two flights of stairs.  And as I rounded the corner to the basement movie
room, my kids came into view.  It was a beautiful, yet raunchy sight.
   While I was away to get the video camera, I had the girls strip Mary
down to just her borrowed high-heels.  Mary's body paled in comparison to
my girls, but I estimated that she was the average 13 year old, and in that
way, it was good that my boys were experiencing the status quo. 
Regardless, I wanted to give Jake the option of watching something more
stimulating, so after moving the coffee table out of the way, Mary was put
in a doggy-style position, facing the TV.  This way Jake could fuck our
slut-in-training while he watched his porn.
   "Hi Mary!" I greeted, zooming in for a closeup.
   "Hi!" she smiled, her eyes fluttering.  I was very surprised she wasn't
in the least bit concerned that I was recording her.
   "How do you like fucking?" I asked Jake, panning up with the video
camera to record the coupling.  Jake wasn't moving, and his cock was hardly
inside of Mary.
   "Mary said she had to marry J.R now, but that I could use 'just the tip'
with her if I wanted," Jake breathed.  "But..."
   I covered my laugh with a cough.  There was no way in hell J.R.  would
be marrying Mary.
   "Cindy?  Do you mind?"
   Cindy was sitting on the side of Mary, and was trying to ask her friend
what it felt like to have a cock inside her body.  But Cindy was happy to
take over the filming duties, and took the video camera from me.
   "Honey," I started, swinging around and kneeling behind my son. 
"Sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness," I continued, putting my
hands on top of my son's-- his were holding on to Mary's hips.  "...then to
ask for permission," I finished, abruptly pulling my arms back, and
thrusting my body into my son.  His cock plunged into the girl.
   "No!" Mary wheezed, looking over her shoulder.
   "Fuck her, Jake," I ordered in a whisper, ignoring Mary.  "FUCK her!" I
guided forcefully, my body becoming one with my son's as I helped him
thrust quickly and deeply into Mary.
   Jake was already at the edge, he started cumming immediately.
   "Yesss...  pump her full sweetheart," I hissed into his ear.  "It's what
your cock was meant to do..."
   I moved out of Jake's way, his body was in a fury to provide as much
friction as possible, and he rocked violently into Mary.
   At least Jake found his vocal match, as Mary squealed loudly while Jake
fucked her with uncontrollable need.  Cindy moved to the front to record
her friend's expression.  It turns out Mary had the perfect face to depict
female pleasure: her eyes would roll back while her neck struggled to keep
her head from collapsing due to the onslaught of endorphins.
   Finally, Jake was spent, and for a moment the only sound in the room was
the moaning coming from from the movie.
   "Do...  Do you think I'll get pregnant?" Mary weakly asked me, resting
her cum-coated head on the floor.  Her question made me think about my
boys. When they orgasm, their cum explodes out of their cocks like it had
been loaded in a cannon.
   "Honey, you should probably start picking out names," I laughed.  "I
think I might be pregnant just from watching you two!"
   Mary's expression was emotionless.  It was as if she was expecting
someone to wake her up at any minute, and not much seemed to matter for her
anymore.  In contrast, Cindy moved the camera from her eyes to look at me
quizzically.  She wasn't sure if my answer to Mary was just a big lie
designed to provoke her friend.  I supposed then that I should let my kids
know about the _other_ purpose of sex, but I didn't want them having
anxiety about pregnancy.  I would do whatever it took to spare my kids from
parenthood, up to and including abortion.
   At least my sons didn't seem too concerned by Mary's revelation.
   "Move over, bro.  I'm goin' again," J.R insisted.
   I was initially somewhat embarrassed that my boys couldn't even last a
minute inside Mary, but when Jake pulled his cum coated cock from Mary's
steaming pussy, it was still hard.  Poor Mary had 2 loads inside of her,
and by the looks of the streams running down her legs, there was no room
for any more.  Not that J.R's cock wasn't going to try and give her another
one anyway.
   I knew J.R would love doggy style.  From my own experience, every man
does.  And maybe that's why when he grabbed her hips and eagerly started
pounding into her, I almost screamed out at him to stop.  He wasn't
supposed to enjoy Mary so much.  She was just supposed to be a little
fun... A taste, at best, of what J.R could be getting...  elsewhere.
   "How do you like my SON?" I asked Mary, emphasizing the word "son" so
that she would appreciate the gravity of what I was allowing her to do.  I
had come around to see her euphoric face, it was a face I NEVER imagined I
would see on her.  Then again, I NEVER thought I would EVER be jealous of
her either.
   "Oh it's so good!  I really like making love to him," she groaned,
refusing to be vulgar...  as if nothing else about her at the moment wasn't
already VERY vulgar!
   But she was wrong.  She WASN'T making love to him.  I'd make sure of it.
   "Then tell him, honey.  Say, 'I love when you fuck me, J.R,'" God, just
SAYING that last part was fun, and I bit my lip.  I looked at my son, who
was playing it smart and practicing a breathing pattern where he'd inhale
through his nose, and exhale slowly out his mouth.  He was doing his best
to pace himself.
   Mary hesitated, but I eventually got her to say "fuck", and when she
did, I made her say it louder until she was practically screaming it. 
Satisfied, I reintroduced my other son to Mary.  Jake was the only one
standing, and he looked at odds as to what he should do with his sloppy
cock.
   "Sweety, Mary's mouth needs you!" I suggested.
   Once Jake knelt in front of me, I spread his legs so his cock aligned to
Mary's lips.
   "Mary, I'll give you some money to buy some lollipops," I started,
holding my son at the base of his cock with just my thumb and forefinger. I
waved Jake's cock in front of the curious girl.  "There are some natural
no-sugar lollipops at the health store.  Buy some.  I want you to train
your mouth into always wanting something inside it." The no-sugar lollipops
had some honey in them, but were otherwise pretty bitter.
   By now I was rubbing my son's cock on Mary's face, teasing her.  Mary's
face had started to dry in some places, but truthfully, we'd only been
playing for a half hour, so Mary's face was still slick with beautiful cum.
   "Stick your tongue out, hon," I asked nicely, rubbing Jake around her
open lips as if applying lipstick.  Mary had been breathing out of her
mouth all night.
   Mary stuck her tongue out.
   "You already should be familiar with how my boy's taste," I revealed,
"but now you get to taste how well you mix with them!  Sex should always
involve ALL of your senses, including taste," I explained, wiping my boy's
cock all over Mary's tongue.  She pulled her tongue back on her own, and
tasted what she was given.
   Mary eventually stuck her tongue back out, but I decided to let Jake
have what he wanted, and slid him up her tongue into Mary's mouth.  Mary
instinctively knew what to do, and started to suck.  Sort of.
   "Go Mary!" Cindy cheered, filming everything.  Cindy knelt down to get a
better view, and eventually helped Mary's head bob on her brother's cock
with her other hand.  Mary struggled to breath under Cindy's new pace, but
I trusted my daughter wouldn't be too careless with her friend.
   "Ella," I smiled to my youngest, shuffling on my knees to the couch
where she laid.  "Are you masturbating to your brothers having sex?" I
teased, trying to embarass her.  Ella had my Hitachi Wand, which had
quickly become her favorite toy.
   "Can I borrow that for a moment?" I asked.  My daughter had already
gotten herself off once, but she had the wand stuffed inside her dance
shorts and was going for a second round.
   Ella nodded, and pulled out the wand from her shorts.  I took it from
her after encouraging her to resume her fun with just her hand.  Now
equipped with the wand, I shuffled back over to Mary's side, and looked
into J.R's glazed over eyes.  I reached the wand under Mary and placed it
on her clit.  When I flicked it on, Mary jolted, but her moan was muffled
by Jake's cock.  I smiled, and J.R smiled back.
   "Can you feel my vibrator?" I asked lustily as I rubbed the Hitachi
against the pussy my son was impaling.
   Poor J.R was too dazed to do anything but nod, but he had no problem
keeping eye contact with me.  It's incredibly sexy when a man does that- it
made me feel like even though J.R was inside Mary, what was left of his
mind was all mine.  One of my hands (the one that wasn't working on
hitaching the fuck out of Mary's clit) was squeezing J.R's arm.  I decided
to do something else with it, and brought it up to J.R's neck, and gently
pulled him into me until our foreheads touched.  It's incredibly intimate
to look into someone's eyes from so close.  I thought about saying
something, but nothing had to be said.  It was an act that told my son that
what he was doing was absolutely perfect and I approved wholeheartedly.
   Besides, I wanted to look deep into his eyes to see if I could catch his
soul before Mary sucked it out with her cunt.
   You couldn't blame me really.  It's not like it's possible to do
something else at that distance.  It was simply natural that I'd eventually
have my tongue inside my son's mouth...  And it was SUCH a passionate kiss!
Oh my god, I could have fed him my tongue forever!  It was such an unreal
sensation.  Unfortunately, I hadn't been paying attention to Mary, and I
guess my introduction to the Hitachi Wand was way too much for her.  Mary
collapsed on the floor, brining my attached son with her.
   "Are you sure you haven't done this before, Mary?" I asked the
whimpering girl who had finally successfully managed to break free of J.R's
impalement.  I had just realized: Mary wasn't whimpering from pain.  She
wasn't bleeding.  Could she really not be a virgin?  It's ironic to me now,
but it really was a miracle that Mary was was able to enjoy herself as much
as she had, considering it was her first time.
   Not that it mattered, Mary still needed to be broken in the way I wanted
my sons to learn to do it.  So once Mary caught her breath, we laid her on
her back.  I returned the Hitachi to Mary's clit, J.R put his cock back to
where it yearned to be, Jake claimed Mary's nipples, and the girls held
their friend down.
   Mary screamed.
   * * *
   "What do you mean /'am I mad'/?  What the hell type of picture was
that?!" Johnathan spat on the line.  I had finally called him...  We hadn't
spoken since I had texted him a photo of me and his girls looking awfully
sexy.
   After the night's activity, it didn't matter what Johnathan's sensitive
opinions were about how his kids should be brought up.  He didn't have a
choice anymore.  Our kids were very much where they needed to be; they
didn't even need MY guidance any longer.  Yet here my husband was, caught
up on some silly picture.
   "I have more pictures.  Cindy wants me to send them to you..." I lied
   "WHAT!  You had BETTER be kidding!"
   "Oh, don't give me that," I barked back.  "You are such a hypocrite-
sleeping around without me knowing!  God forbid your own kids can't have
simple pleasures of their own!"
   "ARE YOU--" Johnathan groaned.  "They're just KIDS!"
   "No, Johnathan.  They're teenagers now.  Good ones too...  and their
bodies are ready!  I can't stop nature.  You just have to trust them,
honey."
   Johnathan sighed in frustration.  "I guess I just don't get it!  What
have you guys been up to for the past 2 weeks?  I feel like I don't even
know my own god damned family anymore!"
   "You don't, Johnathan.  I've been trying to introduce ourselves to you,
but you keep rejecting us!  I know your job has really made you miss out,
but don't take it out on me!  And what have we be doing?  Well, today we
had Mary over for dinner-- you know, Cindy's religious friend?  Guess what?
She actually taught the boys how to pray.  And you wouldn't even believe
it, but the boys prayed for the first time.  In fact, they had a lot of
firsts tonight."
   There was a long pause on the line.
   "She did?  The boys /prayed/?" Johnathan finally asked, his voice
reflecting a whole new attitude.  "Wow.  I...  I should apologize.  I just
thought..."
   "...you thought what?" I asked impatiently.
   "I'm so sorry," he simply sighed, unable to answer me.
   "And you know what else?  The boys haven't played a video game in DAYS!"
I continued my guilt trip, but letting up on my anger a little.  "And the
girls...  I bought them some books to read this summer.  They've been
getting into them so much, I'm certain their vocabulary has improved," I
continued, forgetting to tell him what type of literature it was.
   "Wow, I'm really impressed," Johnathan remarked.
   "You have to trust me, honey.  The kids have grown up a lot, but they
have never been happier.  We have never been a closer family.  I just wish
you didn't have to work so much so that you could see for yourself!"
   "I agree," Johnathan softly conceded.  "I'm going to ask for time off
after this gig is through.  And you're right.  I haven't been fair to you.
I do trust you, babe."
   "Aw," I began, pausing to decide if I would accept his misplaced
apology. "Thanks, Honey."
   "Can I talk to them?  I would really like to hear their voices..."
   "Oh, I'm sorry.  They're all tucked out," I replied, immediately
realizing my mistake.  "I mean, they've all been tucked in...  for the
night." It was a terrible recovery.  "But we'll all call you tomorrow! 
Promise."
   Thankfully Johnathan didn't catch my Freudian slip.  At, least he didn't
say anything.
   "Until then, it's just you and me tonight," I hinted, trying to put on
my sexy-voice.  "What do you think?  I have to tell you, listening to Mary
all night has put me in such a mood!  I hope you don't mind some role
playing..."
   "Oh brother," Johnathan scoffed.  "You are so bad!"
   Yes.  Except, he really had no clue.
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