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Title: Motherfolly: The family games (Chapter 7)
Part: Chapter 7
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, alcohol, Fm, f+m+

   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]

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2013/6
2837 [Chapter 6]

   ********************************** Motherfolly - CHAPTER 7
**********************************

   "Deeper...  Deeper!" I demanded.  "Put your whole body into it!"

   It was Wednesday, and I was finishing up my early morning appointment
with Carol.  She was going to be turning 40 soon, but she refused to let
her body show it.

   "That's it, good!  And...  We're done!  Can you feel it?"

   Recently, the line between sex and fitness was becoming more and more of
a blur.  But rather than being afraid of accidentally letting my sexuality
slip out, I was emboldened by it.  My hand was on my client's thigh,
helping her understand a "mind and muscle" connection that was important
for achieving muscle tone effectively.

   Carol was one of my success stories.  She was well on her way to her
best body ever.

   "Okay Carol, now for the worst part...  diet!  Tell me your victories
and losses for the week"

   As Carol went off about how she allowed herself a slice of cake at a
friend's birthday party, I couldn't help but wonder: Would my sons fuck
her? Was my client hot enough for them?  What were they up to, anyway?  I
was hardly able to speak to the recently de-virginized and beaming boys
that morning.  But we had discussed enough to decide that we should
commemorate their first step into manhood by throwing a party.  It was set
for that very night, and I couldn't wait!

   * * *

   "Hello?" I called out, entering the house and placing my keys on the
kitchen counter.  It was early afternoon, and I wasn't sure if the kids had
left already.  I had given the boys a special errand at breakfast that
morning, and the girls were supposed to go with their friend Mary to her
church activity.

   "Anyone home?"

   I listened for a response, but there wasn't one.  The house felt empty,
but to be absolutely certain, I snuck down the stairs to the basement-- it
was the boy's new hang-out spot.  If they were home, that's where they'd
be.

   At first glance the room was bare; but as I turned to head back up the
stairs, I spotted Jake!  He was standing by the sliding glass door,
watching something.  I looked around the corner to see if his brother was
around...  he wasn't.  Odd.

   I was going to say something, but decided better of it.  It'd be so much
more fun to surprise him.

   "Watcha' doin?" I suddenly broke the silence, wrapping my arms around my
son's waist.

   Jake literally jumped.

   "Nothing!  I was just about to go upstairs!" Jake insisted, his voice
higher than usual.  He tried again to break free of my hold, but I held him
tighter in response.  "J.R should be ready soon.  We need to get going!"
Jake tried to reason, hoping I'd let him free.

   It was obvious Jake was hiding something, and as I looked up through the
glass doors of our walk-out basement, I discovered what it was: His sisters
were outside, and they were sunbathing.  Nude.  I was surprised to see
little Ella naked as well.  Bless their little souls for listening to their
mother.

   "Oh my," I giggled.  "You've been watching your sisters!"

   "No!" Jake protested, trying to escape my arms again.

   "Shhhh," I scolded.  "They'll hear you!"

   Jake obeyed.  He knew there was nothing he could do to get out of this
embarrassing moment for him, but he also knew it'd be a lot worse if his
sisters found out he was spying on them.

   "How long have they been out there?" I asked, wondering why they weren't
out with Mary.

   Jake didn't respond because just then the girls sat up.  We both tensed,
hoping they couldn't see us.  They talked for a little bit, and then Ella
flipped over, now lying on her stomach.  Cindy stood, and started to apply
lotion on her sister's back.

   Instinctively, I slid my hand down Jake's waist and grabbed his crotch.

   "Jake," I gasped in his ear, "You're not hard!" It was a rare occurrence
for him now, and I wondered if he had taken his pill that morning.  I was
certain that the scene we were both watching would put even the most chaste
man's mind in the gutter, but perhaps Jake wasn't used to looking at his
sisters in that way.

   "Here honey, let me help you," I whispered, using my feet to spread
Jake's legs slightly so that he was low enough for my chin to rest more
comfortably over his shoulder.  This wasn't the first time I had been
behind my son, and now I couldn't help it: The first time was so
exhilarating, I just HAD to get my hands on him again...  Even if it meant
using his sisters as bait.

   "Wow, look at Cindy's breasts!" I whispered in sincere amazement as I
pulled down Jake's boxers.  The lotion Cindy had applied to her perky
breasts made them glisten, and the sun casted a shadow that really
exaggerated their size.

   After having placed one of my son's hands against the glass so he could
lean forward, I reached down for my prize which was quickly hardening.  I
loved touching him!  It's difficult to explain...  I guess I've always
thought of cocks as being THE source of a man's power, and when I touch
one, it's like I can feel that power surging through it.  It's sounds dumb,
but when I feel my son's "power", it gives me an odd sense of pride.

   I stroked him as we both watched Cindy move down to apply the lotion on
Ella's firm butt.  When she got there, she playfully slapped it and would
laugh at the way it jiggled.  Ella didn't like her sister's playfulness and
swatted her away.

   "Ella's ass is her best feature, don't you think?" I asked my son,
rubbing his precum over his cock head with my finger, and bringing my other
hand around to cup his hearty balls.  Ella's ass really was seductively
shaped, and it didn't have a single flaw- no cellulite, no stretch marks,
nothing!  Any woman would be jealous.

   "It's kinda nice, I guess," Jake agreed, though I knew he liked it more
than that.

   "Too bad, she doesn't spread her legs good and wide for us, huh?" I
naughtily whispered, working his cock a little faster.  Jake liked my
movement, and brought his other hand to mine.  I knew some men didn't like
their balls played with, so my first thought was that he wanted me to
stop...  instead though, he squeezed my hand, wanting me to play more.

   We could see Cindy's breasts very clearly as she now stood behind her
sister and was retying her hair back while she talked.

   "Oh my god, do you remember how you tried to fuck Mary's tits last
night?" I asked amusingly, being reminded of the scene.

   "Yah!" Jake breathed, leaving his hand on mine so he could feel me work.
Now that Jake had fucked Mary, he was obsessed with anything about her.

   "Well I'm positive Cindy's are PERFECT for titty fucking.  They're just
the right size!  Don't you just want to squeeze them?"

   Jake didn't answer.  I know he had thought about it before; had he
really not made up his mind yet?

   "They look super soft and fun!" I suggested almost in a song, not sure
what to say to convince him.  I knew men liked boobs, I just didn't know
what went through their heads when they saw some.

   "God!  That looks familiar, huh sweety?" I asked, biting my lip.  Cindy
had walked back to her lounger and was now bent over, trying to lower the
stubborn head rest.  From where we were in the basement, we could look
right up her bent frame to see her bald sex, perfectly.

   Jake finally groaned.

   "You like that, huh?" I whispered, happy by his response.  "You like
seeing a pussy from behind like that, don't you?  Tell me honey.  Say: 'I
love my sister's tight little cunt'"

   Jake took a little prodding, but he did it.

   "I love my sister's hot pussy," he finally admitted.

   "Who do you think would be tighter?  Cindy or Ella?" I asked as we
watched Cindy finally adjust the top of her chair so that it was level with
the ground, and then lay herself down.  Thankfully, we could still see
Cindy's gorgeous pussy because she wanted to hang her feet over either side
of the lounge chair, and the position caused her legs to spread slightly.

   It was Ella's turn to rub lotion onto Cindy's back, and she had gotten
up to do so dutifully.

   "Ella.  She's tiny...  I bet she's tight!" Jake answered.

   "Uh-huh," I agreed.  "She's SUPER tight.  Did you know I put in her
first dildo?  It was not easy!  And once it was inside, her pussy didn't
want to let it go!" I giggled.

   "But I'm sure Cindy's is nice and tight too.  How great would it be if
you were out there fucking them right now?"

   Jake nodded.

   "Say it, baby.  Say 'I want to fuck my sisters!'"

   "I want to fuck my sisters' tight pussies!" Jake moaned without
hesitation this time.

   "Yes you do!  Can you imagine it?" I asked lustily.  "Just like you did
to Mary last night?...  In and out.  In.  Out.  In.  Out," I nearly
chanted, stroking his cock in sync with the words.

   "Oh fuck, mom!" Jake announced, his body becoming rigid.

   "Ooooh!  Yes!" I laughed, looking down to see my son's cock fire off a
jet of semen, which splattered against the glass door.  "God, I love cum!"
I whispered to myself, bringing my son's cock up against the glass to see
what would happen.  Despite my attempts to tap it off, his cum found a way,
and pooled out over the door, eventually reuniting with the previous semen
already running down it.

   "Mmm, more of that, please," I smiled, shaking him off before letting
him go with a sigh.  I looked over at my oblivious daughters, and felt
flutters from how sexy the two had become.

   Jake just watched me as I turned and headed for the stairs.  He looked
so dumbfounded!  I wonder if he thought I was going to clean up his mess!

   I waved at him before I went up the stairs, trying hard not to laugh.

   * * *

   By the time I had finished showering, the boys were gone.  It had been a
long shower, thanks to the power of my removable shower head.  It seemed
like I was getting myself off as much as the boys were, which was really
saying something!  Even during my "wild 20s", I couldn't remember
masturbating so much.  The strangest part though, was that ever since Alex
fucked me in front of my children, my masturbatory fantasy was always the
same: Each time I would revisit that night, when Alex raped me.  Except, I
wasn't so sure it was rape anymore.
Fantasies don't always make sense.  In mine, I would recall my
vulnerability-- my helplessness.  I had expected my sons to come to my
rescue, but they couldn't!  They were so hypnotized by what Alex was doing
to my body, that they couldn't control themselves.  It was a behavior I
didn't even think existed in my mild-mannered boys.  I desperately wanted
to see that side of them again.  I wanted to see if they were capable of

emulating Alex.

   I think that's why we were rough with Mary last night.  It excited me so
much to see my boys lose control...

   I was about to sit down and write a shopping list for the night's party
when the doorbell rang.

   "Mar...!  Oh!  Amanda?" I answered prematurely, hoping my disappointment
at who was at the door didn't come through my facial expression.  Not that
I didn't like Amanda, it's just that I had been expecting Mary all morning!
Where was she?

   "Hi Mrs Wilkins.  Is El' home?" She asked, rocking at the door a little
bashfully.  She looked older than I remembered and I wondered if she had
changed something about her appearance, or if I now simply looked at her
differently.  Amanda wasn't a teenager yet, but I couldn't think of her as
a child anymore.

   "She is," I answered, almost forgetting my manners.  "Come in!  We've
missed you...  So does this mean that you can come to our party tonight?" I
asked, remembering Amanda had been grounded from the last time she was
over.

   "Yups!" she said excitedly, and without batting an eye--Ella must have
already called to tell her about the night's party.  "Dad said mom was
over-reacting and to get out of the house...  So I came right over!" She
finished, twisting her torso in an attempt to see around me in search of
her friend.

   "That's great!" I happily replied, "The girls are out back.  They'll be
surprised to see you!" I said, not giving her the half of it.  Amanda was
obviously eager to tell her friend the good news, and I didn't feel the
need to forewarn the girls of the unexpected guest.

   I could hear Amanda's reaction as she opened the french doors to our
deck and had skipped to the ledge to peer over.  By the sounds of it, I
knew I would soon have three naked girls in my back yard.

   * * *

   "Okay, WHERE is Mary?!" I inquired, surprising Cindy with my serious
mood.  "You were supposed to go to her church activity today!"

   The girls and Amanda had finished sun bathing and had come in for
popsicles.  I pulled Cindy aside so I could talk to her.  Today EVERYTHING
hinged on Mary.

   "She called and said she was sick," Cindy exaggeratedly shrugged.  She
hadn't bothered tying her top back on, and the way she shrugged purposely
showed off her exposed breasts.  Cindy was testing me to see if I'd make
her cover up...  That, or the teenager side of her wanted to get a rise out
of me.

   But I couldn't stop thinking about Mary, and I wasn't satisfied with her
answer.

   "Sick?"

   "Headache, or something.  She can be a real crybaby sometimes," Cindy
rolled her eyes.

   Cindy's clarification made sense.  Mary was probably experiencing a
hangover!  But the news didn't calm my nerves very much.  Mary would have
to be very gullible if she didn't realize that all of her emotions from
last night had been artificially (and greatly!) amplified.  Mary was my
biggest gamble yet, and now I really needed her.

   "Can you maybe call her and ask if she's still planning on getting the
keys to her church?" I asked hopefully.

   Cindy gave me an expression that told me she understood why I cared so
much about her friend's whereabouts.  Cindy knew we were having a party,
and that we were going to have it at Mary's church.  She was the one that
thought I had gone off the deep end that morning when I mentioned it.  That
was until I explained to her why...

   Mary had truly surprised me last night.  She took everything we threw at
her, and once we had finally let her recover, the little slut-in-training
asked for more.  The boys wanted to GIVE her more.  But the responsible
side of me knew that her inexperienced body couldn't handle it, and I ended
their fun.  I had Mary take a nice warm shower, and then *I* drove her home
(she was far too much of a distraction for J.R to drive her!).

   Mary and I talked last night...  and we talked a lot!  We were so
entrenched in conversation, that when we arrived to her house, we didn't
stop talking.  Her father even peeked out the window to see where his
missing daughter was.  He caught us in the car, and I waved at him.  He
simply waved back, content that his daughter was safe.

   I wasn't usually very chatty with my daughters' friends, but Mary was so
absurdly high that I thought it'd be nice to try and sober her up before
returning her.  It was the right decision, because Mary was extremely
helpful and gave me ideas that I hadn't thought of before.

   One of the topics Mary and I talked about was how my sons had made
friends with some boys at their skatepark.  The skater boys would be
perfect for Mary to practice her new calling on...  and for my daughters to
get more acquainted with the opposite sex.  The problem I had was that I
didn't know if I wanted to invite all those strangers in to my home.  When
Mary heard I wasn't sure I could accommodate the boys, she told me about
her church.  Strangely enough to me, Mary said her church was equipped with
a "cultural hall," which I gathered was mostly just an indoor basketball
court.  She said it was perfect for gatherings and that she was certain she
could reserve the building for us after her activity the next day.

   That's why I was expecting the girls to go with Mary that morning... 
For the party to work, I needed Mary to get the keys to her church, and she
had promised to do that after their activity!  But more than that, I knew
if I saw Mary today, it meant Mary was still friends with my daughters. 
That alone would have been miraculous.  My daughters had participated in
cruelly restraining the poor girl for their brother's enjoyment.

   At least Cindy didn't have any hangups with calling Mary--a sign that
there wasn't any awkwardness between them.  Normally I would be surprised
of Cindy's casual handling of the situation, considering she had seen her
friend in the most intimate way imaginable.  But Cindy had really
changed... she above everyone had been enjoying the recent excitement in
our household.  She was turning into a sexual creature, just like her
mother.

   The best part was, it was contagious.  Ella was coming out of her shell
too, and it was inspiring her friend Amanda to do the same.  And now Mary
had officially caught the bug.  Yes, Mary!  Cindy had called her, and it
was wonderful news: Mary was not only feeling better, but she had the keys
and would be going to the party herself.  I was so happy she was still with
us!

   * * *

   "Hi Rick?  Are you busy?  Oh I'm sorry, this is J.R's mom..."

   It's not that I was lonely; I enjoy being home by myself sometimes. 
It's just that I needed help!

   "...it's okay, we can work on this another day...  Oh you can?  It'll
just be me and you, is that okay?  Great!  Don't knock, come right in.  See
you in a few minutes!"

   Rick was more than eager to accommodate me, and I was grateful; because
before Amanda went home, I overheard the girls talking.  What I heard had
alarmed me slightly.  Cindy had gone off about how badly she needed "man
milk," and that if she didn't get any soon, she was going to tie J.R down
and force him to feed her.  She might have only been showing off to Amanda
(who was being filled in rather raunchily on all of the happenings she
missed out on), but her comment made me think: Had I gone too far?  Was it
the cum my daughter wanted?  Or did she now have a dependency on the
Ecstasy I was lacing it with?

   I wished I hadn't started into illegal drugs right then.  There really
wasn't anyone I could call to ask how often I can dose Ecstasy in my
daughter's daily semen intake.  The best I could do was consult the
internet.  Except...  I couldn't!  Like a virus, Johnathan's internet
filter somehow managed to rear it's ugly head onto my NEW computer.  I
didn't know how it was possible.  The whole point of purchasing a new
computer was to get around those ridiculous restrictions my husband
believed in.

   I was defeated.  But I was still feeling naughty-- an effect of having
the house to myself.  The girls had gone off to Mary's in order to help her
"get ready" for the party, and now I was determined to take advantage of
the privacy.  And for that, what else would be better than pulling out the
recently used video recorder for an in-depth review of last night's fun?

   I don't mean to bloat, but wow...  last night's video recording was
incredibly HOT!  The only problem was: Cindy had been in charge of most of
the recording, and she hadn't done a good job of capturing her brothers'
expressions when they unloaded their seed deep into her friend.  In fact,
there weren't ANY shots of my handsome sons' faces.  What Cindy did manage
to capture though was...  CUM!  My boys' balls had really out done
themselves for their premiere performance with a real vagina.  The semen
was so copious, that it occurred to me: My sons are better than porn stars.
WAY better.  I had to show them off!

   That's when I found myself back on the computer, trying to the edit our
home movie.  I usually fancy myself to be pretty good with computers, but
today...  I was frustrated.  I had no clue where to start, and I was
becoming desperate.  But then I remembered: I handed my phone to J.R the
other day so he could call Rick.  Rick had helped the boys get the internet
"working" on the new computer, so maybe he could help me out with my recent
technical troubles?

   I checked my phone's call history, and figured out his number.

   "I'm down here, Rick!" I yelled up the stairs, hearing my son's friend's
familiar voice call out.

   Rick slowly made his way down the stairs, while I fiddled with the video
camera now attached to the computer.

   "So this is the new computer, huh?  Nice."

   "Rick, thanks so much for coming over!  I do need your help and all, but
it's kind of embarrassing...  It's a personal matter for me.  See, I'm
trying to share this video, and...  It's a little naughty.  You don't mind,
do you?"

   "Oh pshht...  Nooo," Rick awkwardly replied.  "Um, so what do you need
help with?"

   "Everything!  We can start with getting the video off the camera...  Can
you show me how?"

   I surrendered my seat to my son's friend, and he immediately got to
work. He was moving so fast, I wasn't sure what he was doing...  but before
long, he had the contents of the camera copied over to the computer.

   "Is this the video?" Rick asked, clicking on a file.  The video
immediately started playing on the computer.

   "Oh my god!  Don't watch it!" I shrieked, pressing the pause button.  I
did not think my sons would want Rick knowing what they were up to last
night.

   Unfortunately, the video was paused on the first scene, featuring
yours-truly posing topless in my full length bedroom mirror.

   "Wow." Rick squeaked, sitting motionless in the chair.  I laughed at his
funny voice.

   "Rick, you don't have to tell me, but...  Are there any websites where I
can share...  something like this anonymously?"

   Rick took a deep breath before answering.

   "Oh yah, definitely."

   "Show me."

   Rick's shaking hand opened a browser and typed in an address in the URL
prompt.  The screen immediately went red: "Request Blocked: Policy
Violation"

   "Ug.  That has got to go!  How come it does that?" I asked.

   It was a pointless question because when Rick answered, I had no idea
what he was talking about.  But it didn't matter, because he was happy to
help seek and destroy whatever it was that was causing my internet to be
so...  useless.  It was odd, because he had me practically giving him a
tour of my house in search of some mysterious device.  It was an activity
where I became keenly aware of Rick's gawking stares.  Don't get me wrong,
I *love* the attention.  I wouldn't have dressed in a mini skirt and tight
fitting blouse if I hadn't.  But there is something about the way some men
leer that can be uncomfortable...  even creepy.

   Finally, Rick found what he was looking for.  Under the stair closet was
a mess of wires and blinking lights.  Rick said that's where the internet
was coming into the house, and that was where our internet was getting
castrated too.  With my permission, he unplugged everything, then brought
only the "necessities" down to the basement where the computer was.

   A little bit of this and that, and Rick had done it!  He refreshed the
browser, and this time, instead of a red screen of rejection, we got... 
another red screen!  Except this one was different.  It read: "I certify
that I am 18 years of age or older"

   "Nuh-uh!  I better do this part, Rick" I said, batting the 16-year-old
hands away from the mouse and squeezing in next to him.  "I don't want to
be in any legal trouble"

   I took control of the mouse and found the button indicating I was at
least 18, and clicked it.

   "This is a porn site?" I asked, confused at the white screen of text and
links.  I'd never been to one before.

   "It's a community.  A ton of hot chicks post on here and stuff.  It's
cool 'cause they're like the girl-next-door and stuff.  Like, this one is
really popular," Rick said, scrolling down the list to a link that had a
large number by it.  I gathered the high number meant a lot of people had
voted their satisfaction for it.

   Seconds later, Rick and I were looking at a college-aged ginger, posing
on all fours.  The woman who posted, wrote: "I'm drunk, horny and in need
of a good fucking!  Any takers?"

   All at once, it became apparent to Rick that he was viewing a naked
woman next to his best friend's mom.  The shock of what we were doing must
have hit him suddenly, because he froze and stared at me.

   "She's..." I started, reviewing the picture which was mostly just ass
and pussy.  "...cute," I finished, not really sure if that was the
adjective that described it.

   "Where's your reply, Rick?" I asked, taking over the mouse again, and
scrolling down to read the comments.  "Wow look at all these men who want
to fuck her!" I commented to myself, impressed by all the attention the
girl was getting.

   Rick snapped out of his stupor, and mumbled about how he didn't reply to
posts very often.  Being curious, I convince Rick to show me his user
account so that I could see what the underage teenager DID post on a porn
site.  As I looked through the pictures he had favorited, I came across one
woman with a clit piercing.  It reminded me of my own desire for one.  I
must have blurted this fact out to Rick, because the next thing I know, I
had my skirt pulled up and was showing him where the piercing would go.

   "Wouldn't it look hot right here, though?" I asked, spreading my legs so
he could get a better view

   "You weren't?!..." Rick balked.  "This whole time you weren't wearing
panties?  Fuck me!"

   "Rick, concentrate.  Should I get a piercing or not?"

   Rick leaned in...  His closeness to my exposed pussy gave me the
shivers, and I might have muffled out a quiet moan.  Why do things that are
so wrong have to feel so right?

   "Um, yah.  I think it's perfect how it is"

   Rick must have had prior practice talking to women.

   "Besides, it'd feel weird having something hard down there"

   "Oh my god!" I laughed, "You might not believe this, but us women
actually like having something 'hard down there'!"

   "No, I meant...  like, if I was touching it, like, if there was
something hard right there, it'd be weird"

   "Oh, who ever said anything about touching?"

   I don't need to go any further than that, because what happened shortly
there after was only natural.  Rick had his hands all over me!  And I won't
need to write that I loved it, because it's is completely obvious that we
shortly both ended up on my couch.  My legs were open wide, while Rick sat
behind me, intimately exploring me with his hands...

   "WHAT THE FUCK, RICK!" J.R suddenly came into focus.  I must have been
moaning too loudly from Rick's petting session to hear the front door open.

   "What THE FUCK are you DOING!"

   Rick pulled his fingers out of my vagina and let go of my boob, and then
sprung out from behind me.

   "Dude, it's not what it looks like, I...  Shit!"

   J.R looked like he was about to throw a punch.  I leaned back into the
couch and smiled.

   "Aw, go J.R!  Fight for me, baby!" I thought to myself.  I'd never had a
man get into fight over me before.  It made me feel like I was the most
important girl in the world.

   J.R must have had some sense to go easy on his friend, because his punch
turned into a hard shove.

   "Get the fuck out of here!" he growled, pushing Rick back again.  Rick,
who had been trying to calm his friend, gave up and ran.

   "Bye Rick!  Thank you!  See you at the party?" I yelled out, just before
Rick had made it up the stairs and to the front door, where he slammed it
on his way out.

   Once Rick was gone, J.R's anger hadn't subsided, and I watched him with
curiosity from where I sat.

   "What the hell were you thinking?" J.R finally asked, coming closer.  I
loved seeing that type of passion come out of him!

   "Why?  Are you jealous?" I asked, standing up.  I made no effort to pull
up my top that was now wrapped around my waist like a belt.  And my skirt?
I lost that to the floor a long time ago.  "Are you jealous that Rick got
lucky?" I asked, running my tongue over my lips in a half smile.

   J.R clenched his jaw, but didn't speak.  It was his turn to talk though,
so I just came in closer, and stared into his eyes in anticipation for his
response.

   "Maybe," he conceded, blushing from the realization of our true
relationship.

   "Then why haven't you done anything about it, sweetheart?" I asked
rubbing his arms.  "Didn't I tell you that a girl likes foreplay?  It's not
going to rub itself...  If you won't do it, I'll find someone who will..."

   I reached down and grabbed my sons hand.

   "If you see something you like, reach out and grab it," I suggested,
forcing his hand on my pussy and helping him grope it.  His touch was
electrifying.  I needed to get off in the worst way!  Rick had almost
gotten me there...  I was not going to budge until I had what I wanted.

   "I want you to start feeling me up whenever you have the urge..." I
requested as my eyes started to flutter in reaction to my son's palm.  "Put
your hands /all/ over me!" I breathed, getting closer to my goal; J.R's
hands were heavenly!  "I want to feel your touch all day.  In the
kitchen... in the yard...  doing laaund..." I couldn't finish my thought. I
was there.

   "Ooooooo!" I squealed, collapsing into J.R's neck.  J.R's fingers kept
working my pussy on their own even after the bath I had given them.  I held
on tight to his torso, shivering through each burst of pleasure.  Finally
J.R let up, and held me while I recovered my breath.

   Self conscious now, I lifted my head from my son's neck and peeked over
his shoulder.  There by the steps was Jake- he had come down to find out
what all the noise was about.  The little peeping-tom had seen everything.

   * * *

   It hit me all at once when we arrived to Mary's church: What an ODD
place for a party.  Not a regular party, but a porno party!  I normally
wouldn't have cared for the religious atmosphere...  I had thought about
rejecting Mary's offer, but there was something dangerous about what I was
doing.

   Any caring mother will tell you: Yes, you want the best for your
children, but you have to make sure they get it safely.  There's a lot of
stress around that aspect, and for this party to happen, I had to make
compromises.  I did NOT want random teenage boys knowing where we lived. 
My house is for private parties only, yet this party was an open
invitation. A WIDE open invitation.  My sons were told to go to the skate
park and tell their friends about the party...  but more than that, those
friends were to tell THEIR friends.  I had no idea how many boys would show
up!

   Mary's church really was the perfect place to gather.  The cultural hall
was in fact an indoor basketball court, but off to the side was a
theatrical-sized stage, complete with velvet curtains.  And under the stage
were drawers containing hundreds of fold-out chairs.  Mary, Amanda, and my
girls all helped me unfold the chairs and set them up to face the stage. 
The boys were back at the park, where they were waiting for their new
friends to show up so that they could lead them back to us.

   It was like the calm before the storm: The girls and I knew we would
soon be greatly outnumbered by boys!  Boys were something that the girls
had decidedly concluded were missing from their summer vacation, and now
boys were about to become a big part of it.  We were all so excited...  and
nervous!

   "I think we're ready!  Should we try it?" I asked the girls as I held up
a video tape full of porn.  Johnathan owned a small projector that he
sometimes took with him for presentations, but for now it was hooked up to
our VCR inside a Mormon church!

   "Ready!" Ella chimed.

   It was nice to hear Ella's usual enthusiasm, but I was more interested
in Mary's approval.  After all, it was HER church, and if anyone had a
problem with porn being projected on an 9-foot wide screen inside of it, it
would be her.  I looked at her intently, and raised my eyebrows.

   Mary decided not to verbally answer.  She walked over to me and took the
tape, then inserted it into the VCR.

   It was like Mary was a completely different woman.  Her hair, clothes,
and poise were all new.  Having a couple of cocks plant their seed inside
of her had really caused her to blossom!

   "How'd it go last night?" I asked cautiously, after having watched
Mary's body language for hints on how she now thought of me.  I'd been
dieing to hear her story of what happened after I dropped her off.  Was she
still high?  How could she possibly still want to go through with becoming
a slut?

   Mary took a minute to answer because the movie had started, and she was
fixated on the man who was lewdly showing off his catch to the camera.

   "Oh my gosh, it was crazy!" She glanced over at me for a moment.  "Like,
I was all telling my sister about it--"

   "--You told your sister?!" Cindy butted in.  I was about to do the same.
God, I didn't want her telling anyone about last night!

   "I STARTED to.  But, you know Becca.  She's anti-slut!  We're ALWAYS
making fun of the school sluts.  I wanted SO much to tell her, but I don't
think she would understand.  Well, I HAD to tell someone, so I talked to my
dad about it."

   "You talked to WHO?" I asked, not sure if I heard correctly.

   "My dad.  I mean, I asked him what he'd do if he prayed about something
and received an answer that was WAY different from what he was expecting...
And my dad gave me a totally helpful lesson about how important personal
revelation is.  I mean, did you know that God talks to each one of us?  How
cool is that?"

   Mary started to lecture about her religious beliefs, and I might have
zoned out a little.

   "...My dad made me feel SO much better about everything after that.  I
just knew then that I had to get down to this party.  I KNOW what God told
me he wants of me, and He wants me to be a slut!  It's not like it matters
anymore anyway," Mary's attitude started to soften.  "I mean, it's not like
I can save myself for marriage anymore.  I might as well--"

   "--get fucked as much as possible!" Cindy finished for her.

   "I was going to say something else, but okay," Mary laughed.  "Yes!  I
might as well fuck!"

   My ears tingled from hearing Mary say that beautiful 4-letter word
inside her church.

   "Yah, well I hope there's some cute boys tonight, because after watching
you, I've decided it's my turn!" Cindy played, directing her resolution to
me.  Cindy was testing the waters with me again, but I didn't respond.

   "What about you, El?  Are you ready for some DICK?" Cindy asked,
unsatisfied with my silence.  Was she really expecting me to intervene?  My
daughters were going to get stuffed with cock as many times as possible
before my husband came home.  Cindy didn't even need to ask; I was going to
see to it myself.

   "Ooh!  I am!" Amanda jumped in.

   "I love your attitude, Amanda.  Except there won't be any fucking
tonight," I finally interjected.  "But there will be plenty of 'dick'," I
smiled.  Sex with strangers is one thing, but sex with a group of horny
teenagers is another.  It just wasn't the smart thing to do.

   "Each boy will be given a number.  I want you all to write down the
numbers of your favorite cocks tonight.  We'll find the boy that number is
connected to, and invite him over another night so we can get to know him
better," I winked.  "After tonight, we will all have plenty of cute boys to
fuck!"

   * * *

   The setup was perfect: My boys had "picked the lock" to a church and had
hired an escort to help kick off the party.  The escort?  that was me.  I
dressed up for the occasion, allowing my blouse to have one too many
buttons undone.  I even made some fake business cards to display on the
table we had setup.  The phone number on the card went to a disconnected
line, and I hoped nobody would call it while they were there.  The affect,
I had anticipated, was to give the illusion that nobody was related. 
Nobody was responsible for the activities.  It was just a case of "boys
being boys".

   I felt out of place throwing a party like this.  Porn wasn't something
that interested me very much; and aside from Amanda, I didn't gather that
the other girls were crazy about it either...  though they were definitely
fascinated by it.  What I do love about porn however, is what it does to
men!  I love the fact that guys can shift gears so quickly: All it takes is
a flash of a nipple, and suddenly boys want to shove their big fat cocks
inside of you!

   Being the "escort" for the party put limits on what I was allowed to do.
I had to act as though it was perfectly acceptable for a teenager to hire
an escort, so long as no sex was involved.  And although sex wasn't on the
agenda anyway, I would be exempt from some of the planned activities.  This
time, the party would be for my children's enjoyment only.

   The pizza arrived right on time; all ten boxes.  I paid for them with
cash, and placed them next to three king-sized coolers filled with beer and
soda.  Instead of cake, I brought cupcakes, in honor of our club.  On that
topic, I had to clarify to Ella privately that Mary was not a part of our
club, nor would any of the participants at our party be, and she would need
to remain quiet about it.  I wanted to keep our club small; at least until
I had a handle on who could be trusted.

   While we waited for the boys to arrive, Mary was excited to take me on a
tour of her church.  The church had the usual rooms of worship, but it also
featured a library and kitchen.  At first it was strange to me that a
church would contain such rooms, but then I considered the fact that the
building had now become much more usable than a once-per-week service.  The
kitchen would be useful for cleanup, and the library: it was full of
religious magazines and books.  But it also had several TV/VCR combos
sitting on wheeled cabinets.  Mary and I each took one and rolled them out
to the cultural hall.  We would use them to play three pornos at the same
time.

   Finally the time came, and one by one, boys started trickling in. 
Before long the entire hall was filled!  I want to say that each boy
grabbed a piece of pizza and sat quietly to enjoy their movies, but it
didn't quite work like that.  There were boys hanging from the basketball
hoops, boys playing hackysack in a corner, boys running through the
halls... I had to yell at one of them to put his skateboard away.

   It was difficult gaining control of the teenage boys.  Between fending
off their leers, and rejecting their sexual offers, I found myself trying
to keep them from destroying Mary's poor church.  I may have been the
oldest one there, but not many respected my authority.  Fortunately, with a
few "special moves" on my part, I quickly managed to make friends with some
of the more muscular (and more attractive!) boys, who would help me remove
any unruly teen from the building.

   It wasn't all boys actually.  And I'm pretty sure they weren't all
teenagers either; there were a few stragglers on both sides.  One teen
brought his 6-year-old brother, whom I gathered was the youngest of the
group.  He was also the most enamored by the movie, and stared open mouth
at it the entire time; completely oblivious to the ruckus around him.  As
for the oldest to arrive: well I wouldn't even let HIM enter the building.
Anyone who looked older than me was rejected at the door.  I don't know
why. I guess I just didn't trust them.

   As for the fairer half: there were only two.  One was the girl J.R
managed to get a number from...  She had dark hair, and had the brightest
blue eyes I had ever seen.  She had a wild vibe to her, and she was VERY
outgoing.  I liked her a lot.  As for the other girl: She was blonde, but
tried to pull off a goth look and was very quiet.  She couldn't have been
older than 16, and she already had a tattoo!  It wasn't a look I cared for,
but I can imagine she dressed that way to fit in with the boys, and to tell
her peers to back off.

   Keeping a close eye on all the girls was a huge task as well.  When boys
get into groups that size, they tend to misbehave!  At one point, they had
cornered Cindy and Mary, and were chanting for them to flash them their
tits.  A cheer later, and I knew the girls had obliged.  The girls seemed
to be learning quite a lot about how to deal with the attention, and I
couldn't say that they looked bothered by it in the slightest.

   And my boys?  They were having a BLAST.  They had mostly been talking
with a few of the other boys, but occasionally I'd find that dark-haired
girl chatting them up.  It was clear with the way the boys would sometimes
nod in my direction, that I was the topic of many of their conversations. I
was nervous that my sons might divulge my real identity, but I tried to
pretend that I was oblivious to their attention.

   After about an hour, things started to change...  The crowd became more
subdued.  Sure, there was the occasional yell directed at the movie: "Oh
yah!  Fuck that bitch!" But for the most part, the boys' energy seemed to
have refocused to that special spot in their pants, and the atmosphere
seemed to ooze testosterone.

   "Okay, boys!" I announced in the microphone, pausing the movie first. 
It took a little while for the noise to die down.  "J.R informed me that in
about 15 minutes, we're going to have the after-party.  Any boy who is
penis-shy should leave before then, because we're going to start a little
game.  Some of the girls have expressed interest in participating in a
blowjob contest.  That means I want to see ALL of your pants down around
your ankles!"

   A lot of boys snickered and whooped.  I knew most of them wouldn't mind
the game we were going to play, but I wanted to give each boy a chance to
leave quietly, should any of them have issues with what we were planning.

   "No, don't take them out yet!" I clarified, after having one boy stand
up and flash me his junk.  "This will be in 15 minutes!  If you haven't had
a chance to eat, please do so now before it is thrown out"

   I resumed the movie, and returned to cleaning up.  I had originally
underestimated how hungry the boys would be and had to order 10 more large
pizzas.  Among the stack of empties, were two full boxes remaining; I was
hoping those pizzas would be eaten.  The beer I had provided--it was all
gone!  Some of it was spilled on the floor, and I went about mopping,
keeping a close eye on my daughters...

   Ella was standing in front of three sitting boys, letting them run their
hands under her skirt.  Amanda, who now seemed to consider Mary a threat,
was openly masturbating in front of Jake (and other unwanted bystanders) in
an attempt to seduce him.  And Cindy- she was dancing, shirt off, in front
of a crowd of boys, while Mary grinded into one of the spectators.  The
atmosphere was beginning to get hot and heavy.  I was honestly worried
things would escalate too far, and our porno party would turn into an orgy.
I don't know how I would be able to stop THAT from happening, but I did
know it would be very risky for the girls if I allowed it.

   Finally, 15 minutes arrived.  I hadn't paid much attention to the exit,
but some of the boys had left.  In fact, throughout the evening, only about
half remained, which I estimated to be about 30.  It was still quite a
crowd.

   After putting away all of the spare chairs and rearranging the remaining
to provide more space, I announced the rules.  Each boy was to watch the
movie while the girls made their way down the aisle.  The boys were not
allowed to touch or do anything with the girls, or they would be
disqualified.

   "Who wants to see me take my top off?" I played seductively, standing in
front of the screen.  The boys whooped in a approval.

   "I'll take my top off IF in the next 15 seconds EVERY boy has their cock
out and are sitting in their seat!"

   My conditions were accepted eagerly, and the boys had complied in less
than 10 seconds.

   "Oooh, I see some lovely cocks out there," I said smiling.  Most of them
were erect, and I don't know if I've ever seen so many in one room before!
It was a very hot moment.

   I lived up to my end of the bargain, and seductively removed my top,
playing with my tits for the crowd once they were free.  I had officially
stepped over the line of what I had previously told the boys an escort was
allowed to do with a teenager.  But I thought it'd help if I did something
to motivate the boys.  It was an effective decision.

   Once the boys had their show, I went around and gave each of them a
condom and a sticker with a number on it.  Each boy was to place the condom
over their pricks and wear the number given.

   Then, I introduced the girls: Mary, Amanda, Ella, and Cindy.  I was
disappointed that the dark-haired girl had left, or I would have invited
her to participate.  The blonde girl was still there, but something about
her personality told me that I should leave her alone.  She seemed very
interested in witnessing the boys getting blown, and sat at the far end of
the row, next to a boy I assumed she had a crush on.

   The four girls were visibly excited, and I could sense their nerves as I
tied some twine around their necks in the form of a necklace.

   "Now remember boys, the girls are trying to get you off as quickly as
possible.  Don't be offended if after a while they move on to the next boy.
That said, all you boys need to do is sit back and relax.  Enjoy the
movie!"

   I resumed the movies and turned up the volume on the main one.  Once the
lights were off, the girls were let loose!  There was initially some
hesitation from them on which aisle to start on, but soon they were on
their knees, their heads bobbing away.  I was a little disappointed that
the volume was so loud on the movie, because I would have liked to have
heard the boys reactions!

   Surprisingly, Ella was the first to make a boy cum.  She carefully
removed the boy's condom, wrote the boy's number on it with a sharpie, then
tied the used condom to her necklace.  I was so proud of her success!  My
baby had come a long ways.

   Cindy was next to achieve success with her boy, and was quick to remove
his condom so she could tie it to her neck.  I had been watching her, and
decided she was too aggressive in her technique.  She was definitely
enjoying herself, but she was picky on who she blew.  After her first boy
had cum, she skipped the next 3 in order to get at an attractive teen
sitting in the middle of the aisle.  Once that boy came, Cindy did
something I hadn't thought of: She crawled down the aisle until she next
reached...  her brother!

   J.R must have been as surprised as I was to see Cindy in his lap.  I
wondered if any of the other boys knew of her relationship to him, but it
didn't matter to Cindy.  She sucked him off as eagerly as the last boy.  It
was a risky move.  If J.R didn't want his sister's affection, all of her
troubles might have only produced a flaccid penis.  It was very telling
when J.R came moments later.  He had enjoyed it as much as she did!

   Throughout the night, the girls would come up to me and give me numbers
of the boys they had enjoyed sucking off the most.  I dutifully kept a
record for each of them.  Before the boys on my list left, I would be sure
to get their names, and a contact number for each.

   Then the most shocking moment of the night happened.  I noticed some of
the boys were no longer watching the movie, and I went to investigate why.
Amanda, the little vixen, wasn't sucking cock anymore.  She was lapping at
the blonde girl's pussy.  I had NO idea Amanda was bisexual!  And the
blonde didn't seem to mind.  She was getting off on the attention from the
boys watching!

   It had only been about 30 minutes when ALL of the boys in the room had
orgasmed (except for one, whom I later found out had gone to the bathroom
and rubbed one out before he knew we were going to have a contest).  The
movie was still playing, and some of the boys were hard again, so I gave
each of the girls a handful of condoms, and told them they could go to any
aisle with an erect cock.

   When the movie ended, I stopped the girls, and turned on the lights.

   "Did everyone have fun?" I asked the crowd.  With exception to the boys
who were not allowed a second happy ending due to the movie ending, they
all looked so satisfied.

   "Girls, line up on the stage.  Let's see how you made out!"

   The girls got up on the stage and started to compare the condom count on
their necklaces.  Cindy had won, of course.  She cheated.  On her second
round, she didn't put the condom on the boy until they were right about to
cum.  It wasn't a rule I had thought of at the time, and was forced to let
her do it her way.  Cindy had 14 condoms on her necklace, followed by
Amanda with 11.  Ella and Mary tied at 9.  All in all, we had 43 condoms
full of jizz!

   "My jaw is broken, momma," Ella whispered as I joined the other girls on
stage to announce prizes.

   "Shh, my name is Mrs.  Jade tonight, remember?  And it's okay honey, you
just have a weak jaw.  You need more practice!"

   "Next time I'm wearing knee pads then," Cindy whined.

   "You girls sound like you didn't enjoy the game," I teased, examining
each of the condoms tied to the four girls' necks.

   "Uh, NO!  I LOVE sucking cocks," Cindy snapped.  "But condoms are icky."

   I gave her a sideways glance, and then addressed the crowd.

   "Number 11 wins the condom filled with the most cum!  Stand up and get
your prize!"

   I had purchased a bunch of goodies from the adult store.  They ranged
from magazines, to movies, to even gift cards for adult websites.  The boy
who had won hooted and stood to pick out his prize.

   "Boy number 5 wins for having produced THREE condoms worth of spunk!"

   You can imagine my surprise when J.R stood up.  I couldn't help but
smile at my son's wonderful ability, and at his popularity with the girls.

   I went through each winning criteria and called out the boys to pick up
a prize.  I had enough remaining gifts that I was even able to reward the
boys who were able to orgasm twice.

   And then it was the girls turn for prizes...

   "Let's hear it for Cindy for getting FOURTEEN guys off!"

   The audience hooted and hollered.

   "I think we should have her get naked!  Who agrees?"

   The crowd went ballistic.

   Cindy blushed, then shrugged her shoulders and whipped off her top.  It
really got the boys going!  Next went her shorts, and it became clear why
she had little reservations for stripping down: based on how wet her pussy
was, she was incredibly horny.

   "Who likes to see a girl covered in cum?" I asked, holding up a condom I
had broken, and pouring it onto my still exposed boobs.  I massaged the cum
into my breasts to the appreciation of the crowd.

   My original plan was to let the boys empty their condoms onto the girl
who had won, but when I was in the church's kitchen, I found something.  It
gave me a bad idea, and like all bad ideas recently, I had to do it.

   "Who likes to see a girl FILLED with cum?" I asked, pulling out a turkey
baster.

   The crowd laughed, then cheered.  It was clear that the later option was
their preference.

   "Alright ladies, help me fill it!"

   The girls (even Cindy, the intended recipient) started tearing off the
ends of the condoms, and proceeded to squeeze the contents into the baster.
Over 30 condoms later, the baster was full and the crowd started chanting:
"Fill her up!  Fill her up!"

   So we did.  I picked four of my favorite boys from the crowd (two of
which were secretly my sons of course!), and they came up on the stage to
hold Cindy into the air.  Cindy glanced up at the boys holding her, and
then dropped her head back to let out a moan.  She was loving the
attention!

   Being sure to stand off to the side so that all the boys could see my
daughter's spread pussy, I raised the baster up and slowly inserted it. 
Part of the audience stopped their chanting long enough to voice out their
approval.  I really hoped the church was sound proof enough, because the
cheers had reached a new level of noise.

   "Oh my gosh, Cindy!  You are going to get SO pregnant!" Mary gushed.  I
wished she wasn't so fixated on that aspect.

   "Do you think so?" Cindy rasped, raising her head.

   "Which boy do you think will win your egg?" I asked, pulling the baster
back a little and giving it another squeeze.

   "That one," Cindy nodded at one of the boys holding her leg.  He was
well built, and I picked him because I liked the way he looked.

   "Mmm, I think you're right," I agreed, openly surveying the boy's body.
"His sperm is probably the strongest."

   The boy only smiled and blushed.  He watched as I now held the opening
of the baster to Cindy's pussy.  She was full, there was no way the rest of
the cum was going to fit inside.

   "Tip her back...  lower."

   Cindy squealed as her head nearly touched the floor; she was now upside
down!  I thought her breasts looked cute the way they hung from her chest,
and had the boys rotate her around so the crowd could see.

   The audience was loving the show, and as I brought up the baster back to
Cindy's full pussy, they gave off a final cheer.  I squeezed the baster,
and forced the cum out.  Her pussy couldn't contain it, and the overflow of
sperm dripped down her torso.

   Amanda offered the grand finale, and came around to kiss the covered
pussy.  There is no question the boys loved it.  This was a visual I don't
think any of them could ever forget.

   Cindy was eventually gently let down.  Despite her attempts to keep her
legs close, cum gushed out of her when she stood.  She rolled with it, and
toyed with her pussy as she pushed out the remaining cum as best as she
could onto the stage below.

   I thanked each of the four boys with a sexy kiss, while Cindy put her
clothes back on.  Her decision to get dressed so quickly reminded me that
Cindy didn't do laundry nearly enough, and I decided I'd let her try to get
the stains out from her shorts on her own.  Still, it made me wonder if
Cindy was imitating one of my kinks: I loved feeling cum rub against me
during the day, and had ruined several pairs of panties satisfying that
desire.

   "Thanks boys!  It was fun, but J.R only has me until 8:00 tonight," I
yelled out over the noise, and looking at the clock.  It was 7:30.  "So
that means everyone has to go home"

   There were groans of disappointment.

   "Before you all leave, I have a final list of tonight's winners," I
said, holding up the list I had been updating all night.  "If I call out
your number, please stick around so I can meet with you."

   I called out about a dozen numbers matching to boys whom the girls had
chosen for a second play date.  The rest of the boys went home.  The party
was finally over.

   * * *

   "I want to suck dick again.  Can we call that one boy?  27 I think.  He
tastes yummy!"

   Amanda giggled at Cindy's request.  She was really pushing her luck by
coming home with us.  It was only a little after 8:00, but even Mary had
the good sense to know she had been away from home long enough.  I didn't
want Amanda grounded again after her first day of freedom.

   "No sweety, you'll just have to wait.  Your father is going to call
soon, and I promised I'd let him talk to you all."

   "Uhnnn...  I could feel them explode in my mouth!" Cindy shivered,
ignoring me.  "Soooo hot!"

   "Yum, I know...  I love it!" Amanda joined in.  She had been buzzing
ever since the party.

   "I don't think my mouth is big enough," Ella pouted.

   "Oooh, mine is!  I can stuff a whole cock down my throat!  You should
see.  It's amazing," Cindy boasted.  She had started to notice a bulge in
J.R's pants and was eying it.

   "Sooo, J.R.  Wanna see what I can do?  Comeon, I know you want to!  Take
it out!  Take it out!" Cindy grabbed at her brother's crotch, but J.R
slapped her hand away.

   "What the hell?"

   "I'll get Jake's cock out!" Amanda exclaimed, ignoring J.R's rejection
and shuffling over to Jake.  She pulled down his zipper without even
asking.

   "Hey!" Jake protested, sitting up straight.  "Heeeyyy," he corrected
himself lustily, after having felt Amanda's hand on his cock.

   Cindy watched Amanda take Jake into her mouth and listened to her
brother's moan.  She looked back up at her oldest brother and gave him a
look of resolution.  This time when she reached for J.R's zipper, he let
her.

   "Fuck yes," Cindy moaned, pulling out J.R's rigid cock.

   "Girls, slow down.  We need to talk to your father!"

   The girls were ignoring me.

   "I can't wait to tell daddy what we did today!" Ella exclaimed, swinging
her feet over the chair rest.

   "No don't!" I responded a little too hastily.  "What I mean is, I was
hoping to tell him later."

   Cindy pulled J.R's cock out of her throat and looked at me suspiciously.
She was on to my lies.

   "Why?  Wouldn't Dad want to hear about it from us?"

   I looked at Cindy, not sure what to say.  I hated when she questioned
me.

   "Just don't mention the party, okay?" I sighed.  "Don't!" I said more
sternly before Cindy could reply again.

   "Hmmm," she responded snarkily, then resumed her fun with her brother.
Moments later I could hear her gagging.

   "Stand up, big bro," Cindy instructed.  "It'll be easier to see if I can
fit it all the way down."

   Amanda stopped servicing Jake so she could watch.  J.R stood and put his
hands on his hips, then Cindy scooted over and started to swallow her
brother's cock.  After her second attempt, she had done it.  J.R was all
the way inside of her, and Cindy was flicking J.R's balls with her tongue.

   It was my turn to gawk.  I couldn't believe it!

   "I want to try!  Jake, stand up!" Amanda blurted, standing and grabbing
Jake's hand.

   "I'm going to need my camera," I gasped.  "Be right back!"

   * * *

   "...guess what I'm doing dad?  Hold on," I heard Cindy faint voice from
the stairs.  I had just stepped away from my children in order to get the
camera.  And now the big question of the night was: Where was my phone?! 
How could I have been so stupid!  Johnathan must have called while I was
away!

   I leaped down the stairs...  but it was too late, Cindy's sloppy blowjob
could even be heard from the bottom of the steps where I had frozen.  The
sounds were unmistakable.

   My hand reached my mouth, and my face turned crimson.  I don't even
think my heart was beating anymore.  It felt like everything was crashing
down around me.

   "Slurrp", Cindy's mouth continued, as she sucked her brother and held my
phone inches away from the action.  She had put it on speaker.

   What could I do?  What could I say?  If I marched in there, the kids
would know what we had been doing was not something their father approved
of.  And if HE didn't approve, would they next question ALL of my
decisions? Would they ever respect me again?  I wanted to tear a hole into
the fabric of reality, and slip inside it.

   Finally, Cindy performed her new trick, and gagged as she let her
brother's cock impale her throat.

   "How'd I sound?" Cindy breathed, completing her act and catching her
breath.

   "I..." Johnathan stammered.  "W-what exactly were you doing?"

   Now was my chance!  I just needed to explain it away somehow...

   "Sucking cock!" Cindy laughed, before I could react.  "Cool, huh?"

   Cindy would pay for this.

   "Where's your mother!?" Johnathan urgently asked.  His voice would have
been louder, had the shock not stolen it from him.  "I need to speak with
your mother!" He rattled.

   I ran from the steps to the phone and yanked it from Cindy's hands
before taking it off speaker.

   "Hi Honey, it's--" I began, walking as fast I could out of the room
where I could talk in private.

   "You had BETTER have a good explanation!  Was she really!...  WHO was
she--"

   "Calm down...  I didn't know that she--"

   "You didn't KNOW?!  What the fuck DO you know?!  WHERE have you been
whe-"

   I couldn't talk to him.  So I didn't.  I hung up and threw the phone.

   * * *

   My mind reeled.  How was I going to deal with this?  I stood in the room
and started to cry.  Johnathan was my husband.  My partner.  He was
supposed to be the man who supported me, encouraged me.  Why wasn't he on
my side?  And why didn't Cindy do as I had asked?

   Before my anger became too large to control, I realized that I couldn't
be mad at Cindy.  I had told her that she couldn't talk about the PARTY...
and she hadn't.  I was positive she knew what I really meant, but it didn't
matter.  The truth was bound to come out to my husband sometime.

   I collected my thoughts, and exhaled: My children needed reassuring.

   "What happened, momma?" Ella asked, a look of deep concern on her face.
"Is daddy okay?"

   "He's great!" I lied.  "He just had something come up.  He said he'd
call back."

   "Uh, I think he's calling now," Jake responded, his cock still pointing
out in the most mouth-watering way possible.

   I could hear the ringing too.  I was frustrated that I hadn't destroyed
it...  I guess I hadn't thrown the phone hard enough.

   "Never mind.  He can wait.  I want to see some sucking," I weakly
smiled.

   Cindy, who had been watching me intently, smirked.  She now knew the
truth.  Her father DIDN'T want her to be a sexual vixen like I had told
her. But she just didn't care.

   "Wanna share?" Cindy offered, perhaps feeling guilty for her actions. 
She wagged her brother's cock in my direction.

   "Yes.  Please," I sighed, and knelt next to her.

   * * *

   I normally would feel bad that Jake didn't get the same treatment as his
brother.  I wondered if he had hoped he'd be able to experience two mouths
on his cock at once, like J.R had.  But I didn't feel bad that he didn't
get the chance, because Amanda gave him the best thing he could have that
night: Her pussy.
Amanda couldn't contain herself, and decided to "jump his bones" shortly
after Cindy and I fought over J.R's cock.  She simply stood up, turned
around, and backed right up into him.  Jake's animalistic side took it from
there, and he started thrusting into her as if the world was about to end
if he didn't.  I distinctly remember seeing Amanda's hair flying violently

as my son gave her everything he had.

   Neither of the boys lasted long.  In an almost vengeful fashion, I
decided to put Cindy's throat to the ultimate test, and held Cindy's mouth
open so that J.R could fuck it.  It thrilled me to see him greedily thrust
into it while he watched Amanda get the fucking of her life.  Then, in
untimely fashion, J.R unloaded down Cindy's throat at the precise moment
his brother gave Amanda her first pussy-fill of delicious white honey.

   I remember thinking about all the porn I had only recently watched, and
how none of the girls sounded anything like what those two girls sounded
like that night.  Cindy's fight for air was only slightly dulled by
Amanda's yipping.  They were sounds that told me that my boys were doing
such a good job at doing exactly what they were meant to do.

   I was happy that Amanda had decided to give up her virginity that night.
I told her that if she ever had permission to sleep over again, that she
could take the boys up to my bed and enjoy them all night long.  But until
then, the pouting preteen had to go home.  So Amanda went home, and I went
to bed...  exhausted.

   Despite everything, the night had ended in disappointment.  All of the
work I had done, all of the progress I had made...  It all seemed to no
longer matter.  I looked at my cracked phone before plugging it in for the
night: 8 missed calls.  Johnathan REALLY wanted to talk to me, but I didn't
want to talk to him.  I was not looking forward to his home coming.  I
wanted him to stay away forever.
My depressed thoughts kept me awake until one late moment in the night

when my phone buzzed.

   I had received a text!  It was from Johnathan.  It simply read: "Send
them to me."

   I stared at the phone for a moment.  Did I have the courage to text
back? I didn't even know what he meant!

   "?" I finally texted, realizing I wouldn't be able to sleep until I had
some sort of resolution.

   "Yesterday you said Cindy had pics she wanted me to see.  Send em"

   My heart did somersaults.  I had forgotten that I had lied to Johnathan
about having more naughty pictures of his daughter.  But he wanted to see
them now!  I simply couldn't allow myself any other reasoning for
Johnathan's request, aside from one simple hope: Johnathan was starting to
come around.  Maybe he had been hearing those beautiful slurping sounds
replaying in his mind over and over, as I had been...  Maybe he had been
seduced.

   I leaped out of bed and raced to Cindy's room.  It was time for a photo
session with my oldest daughter.  I was going to use her body to sell her
sexuality to her father.  It wouldn't be difficult.  Cindy's body sold
itself.  

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