Perverts 'R' Us

Caution: Family At Play

By Intu U ( inc, pedo, sissy )

I thought I would surprise my children by coming home early and taking them out for dinner, instead it was me who was surprised and probably even shocked.

I snuck into the house quietly in order to surprise them both but when I crept around the corner to yell "surprise," I received the biggest shock in the world.

My 12-year-old son and 8-year-old daughter were both laying on her bed, playing and caressing each other's genitals, and both of them were wearing some very sexy sheer lingerie that I had bought my daughter recently when she had pleaded with me to let her buy some sexy big-girl things.

Not only were they wearing lingerie and playing with each other, both were made up like girls and my son even had on one of my wigs, which, in all honestly, really made him look like a sexy little girl.

A lot of moms might have flown off the handle right there, yelling, screaming and traumatizing their children and scaring them for life.

Fortunately for them, I had a past that included playing with my own brother and father when I was a child. It was a secret I had shared with no one and one that I didn't feel had scarred me since my dad had been honest about his attraction to me, one that was also caused, I believe, by my cold mother's inattention to him.

I remembered no hurt, guilt, or hatred from those experiences, only a general feeling of warmth, fun, and bonding that the three of us shared outside the cold feelings of a detached mother.

Now, watching my children at play, I felt my pussy beginning to lubricate, remembering those naughty times of childhood sex while watching a new incestuous version unfold before my eyes.

Meagan, my daughter had opened her legs wide as Carl, my son, slid aside her panties to expose her young, bald, childish pussy to his little fingers that were busy playing with her puffy mound. Their lipstick-covered mouths were pressed together and I could see their tongues dancing together in unabashed delight.

I have seen my children naked a number of times. After all, I didn't believe nudity was anything to hide or be ashamed of, so nudity was very common in our home. But I had never seen both my children sexually aroused before or looked at them in a lascivious manner.

Now I noticed how beautiful and sexy my little girl's vagina was - tantalizingly smooth and bald, with a small pudendum just beginning to rise helping it to accent her tiny slit that ran down between her legs. The lips of her vagina were beautiful, still sealing that beautiful hole between her lips, indicating that no matter how much they had been together, it was very probable that my son hadn't penetrated her with his little boyish penis that was now exposed outside his panties.

Even for a 12-year-old, my son definitely had a small penis, a trait he apparently inherited from his father, a little-dicked faggot who, after 9 years of marriage, admitted to me that he liked boys more than girls and was leaving me for his office manager, a little swishy 20-year-old boy who was apparently getting more of his little unsatisfying 5-inch penis than I was.

Carl's penis appeared to be no more than 3.5 inches in length and like his dad, quite slender. But possibly because he was cut, it was rather well-shaped, cute, and quite tantalizing for a woman like myself who hadn't experienced a cock in about 7 months.

By now my fingers were busy between my own legs, petting and fingering my cunt that was leaking copious amounts of juice as I concentrated on my stiffening clit.

I felt like such a slut watching my children play, knowing how intense the sexual feelings they were experiencing at the moment. I remembered my own childish cunt feeling like a raw, exposed nerve when my brother first started playing with me when I was 5 and he was 13. The way his fat cock felt against my childish clit as he rubbed his rubbery head up and down my little prepubescent hole eliciting a desire to open my legs as wide as possible to experience all the pleasure his incestuous penis could provide me.

Although some people may doubt me, I know I climaxed the first time he squirted against my childish vagina, drenching my clit and hole with a hot explosion of his hot, boyish seed that soaked my baby pussy.

Now my son had taken my daughter's little panties off and positioned his boyish panty-clad body between her legs. I was both afraid and hoping he would slide his thin little erection into my daughter, but was somewhat relieved to hear my daughter tell him to make sure it didn't slide in.

"Just rub against me like you did last time. It feels so good to feel you in panties against my pussy," my little 8-year-old daughter told him.

"Okay," Carl said. "But next time I want you to get on top so I can feel like the girl," Carl told her.

My heart thumped in my chest realizing a small penis wasn't the only thing he had inherited from his cocksucking father. Apparently my son not only liked playing like a girl, he actually wanted to feel like a little girl.

I had heard enough. I could no longer view this perverted spectacle from outside their room behind a door, I had to join my two lovely children and help them along with their girlish incestuous play.

I stripped down to only my panties, letting my tight 34B breasts free and pinching my taunt nipples that desired to be kissed and sucked on. Despite nursing both of my children until they were almost 5, my boobs had remained firm and now I wished they were still producing nourishment so both my children could suckle and fill their bellies on my life-sustaining lactation.

The bedroom door opened easily as I pushed against it and neither of my children noticed my near-naked form enter the room as they thrashed their childish loins against each other, praising one another's childish genitals and the pleasure they were deriving from each other's immature organs with rather startling and descriptive adult language which excited my even more as I listened to their very lewd pillow-talk.

"Oh sis, I'm going to make my mess, I can't help it. Please stroke me, baby," my son pleaded as he arched up, showing my daughter his stiffened little dicklet that was ready to explode.

"Go ahead Carla, I'll help you," I heard my daughter call him as she quickly stoked his tiny penis until it began to shoot out a rather copious amount of cum for such a smallish organ. Volley after volley of child sperm erupted from his penis landing on little Meagan's face, neck, tits, and belly, with the last few dollops landing on her little baby cunt.

Both of them started to relax and it was only then they saw me with my panties pushed aside and massaging my own bald mommy cunt that had squeezed out both of their little sexy bodies.

"Oh Mom, we're sorry," they both cried out in unison while trying to hide their feminine bodies.

I shushed them immediately and spoke to both of them in gentle loving tones, telling them they had nothing to be ashamed about. I went over to the bed and sat down next to them, caressing them while talking and reassuring them about the nasty, perverted act I had just seen was something they apparently enjoyed doing and if it brought them pleasure there was no reason to stop or feel bad about it.

As we continued to talk at length, I found out they had been playing like this for a few years, but only recently had my son started dressing like a girl. As they continued to speak about their incestuous affair, I couldn't help but continue to play gently with my own over-stimulated clit.

"Mom, are you playing with yourself?" my son asked me shyly.

"Why yes I am, Honey. Watching you two really got me excited and brought back some old memories. Would you two like to help your mommy?" I said opening my legs and exposing my womanly cunt to my children.

"Wow, could we? That would be so kewl," they both said.

"Well Mom will let you, but you have to understand and know that there is nothing wrong with playing with each other or with me and as long as it's something you want to do, then there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. Do you both agree with that?" I asked.

Both my children shook their heads smiling and at that moment, seeing both of my perverted children naked and aroused in front of me caused my heart to swell up with carnal love and desire that I would suppose only a pedophile would feel.

"Carla," I said to my newly-named sissy, "you told me you have been licking little Meagan for a couple of years now. Go down and show your mommy how good you are." Carla slid down to my opened legs and began to kiss and lick at my opened cunt.

God it felt so good to have a mouth on my pussy again, and knowing it was my own little boy who was giving me such pleasure made it even more illicit and delicious.

"Meagan baby," I said to my daughter, "do you remember how you used to feed on my boob a few years ago? Would you please do it again," I asked.

Meagan just beamed with happiness as she curled up next to me and began to suckle on my nipple as she did just a few years ago.

Little Meagan's legs were propped up and spread open exposing her smooth childish vagina and I couldn't stop myself as I turned slightly around and began to touch and feel her smooth little mound.

In response to my pedophilic attention, Meagan groaned loudly, sucking and mouthing on my nipple even more forcefully while lewdly thrusting her tiny vagina to my exploring hand and fingers.

I marveled at the texture of my daughter's childish vagina. So soft and smooth, I knew why at this moment, why so many men turned into lust-filled pedophiles who only desire to squeeze their bloated, sperm-spewing cocks into a child's tight, satiny-smooth, vise-like vagina.

I began to feel the familiar cramping of my cunt, signaling the wonderful approach of an orgasm. I slid my finger more forcefully into my daughter's own childish opening and brought her face up to me and began to share a very sinful, incestuous French kiss with her as I began to feel the cuntal waves of pleasure begin to ripple through my belly.

As I moaned in relief, I felt my cunt let go a continuous stream of pee on my little sissy's face, which is something I do when I have a very satisfying orgasm. As I relaxed my mommy-cunt, stream after stream of juice squirted onto my son's face and I sunk my middle finger into my daughter even deeper, using my thumb to massage her immature 8-year-old clit.

While I let go of more of my stored-up cum-piss, which was drenching my little faggot son's face, my daughter began to writhe against my hand, groaning that her cunt felt like peeing and begging me not to stop my pedophile-fueled lust until my hand was finally soaked. We both collapsed together, sharing our first mommy-daughter orgasm with some light, tender tongue kissing.

I looked down to see my son rising up with a smile on his piss-covered face. Looking lower, I could see once again he had become aroused as his little stiffy stood out proudly in front of him.

My hand went down to explore his tiny erection, noting how velvety hard, tiny and smooth it was. Like most moms, I had played with my son's little penis when he was young and had even sucked the small toddler penis while I masturbated.

Now I marveled at how such a small, bald, diminutive little penis could produce as much sperm as it did from two tiny little bald balls that had dropped but didn't look much bigger than shooter marbles.

"My little girl's got another little stiffy," I said to my little queer son. "Do you want Mommy to start treating you like a little girl? Would you like to be a little girl, Honey? It's OK if you do, Mommy will love you no matter what…"

I felt little Carla's penis jump in my hand as he asked me if it was OK if he dressed like a girl instead of a boy around the house.

"Of course, Honey, and to tell you the truth, with a penis as small as yours, you probably should dress like a girl. You have a little girly penis like your daddy, so you should probably be raised like a girl," I told him.

"Not only can you dress like a girl, maybe you should start having sex like a real girl. I think I should show you how to suck a cock and take it in your boy-pussy, would you like that?" I asked him.

Of course Carla said yes, but I really didn't need an answer since his penis was jumping in my hand again and pre-cum was dripping out of his little stem.

"Well for licking your mommy's pussy so good, I'm going to let you put your little stiffy inside me as a reward, since like your dad, you're so small a grown woman wouldn't be able to feel it. But you are such a good little pussy licker, that will be your reward," I said as I pushed his sissy penis down to my hole.

"Have you ever fucked anyone yet, Carla?" I asked.

"No Mommy, this will be the first time," he told me shyly.

"Good Honey, a little girly-boy like you should have his mommy as his first hole. Now just slide the girly penis inside me, Honey, I know you probably won't last long, so don't even try." I told her.

Thinking about it now, I must have been mad. I had quit taking my birth control months ago and I knew I was in my most fertile period. But the thought of being impregnated by my son's tiny penis only caused my cunt to lubricate more in anticipation of his little swimmers.

Carla placed his childish penis at my opening and slid in easily into Mommy's pedophilic pussy. I knew then that I was a pedophile. Someone who enjoyed, loved, and lusted after the bodies of little children; a pedophile who desired their childish flesh against her own and the taste and texture of their childish immature genitalia.

Poor little Carla only lasted four or five thrusts, but it was wonderful to feel his small slender little penis spasming inside me, drenching his own mother's womb with his incestuous seed that was now swimming up to my ovaries in order to impregnate me. When Carla jammed up tight against me, releasing his young, spermy, boyish slime into my open womb, the knowledge and feeling of what he was attempting to do caused me to spasm into another orgasm, my cunt spraying feminine piss all over his tummy and girlish loins.

After we had settled down and gathered ourselves, I cautioned my young incestuous lovers that this was a family secret only the three of us could enjoy. That if it ever came out a scornful hypocritical society would no doubt try to destroy our loving environment.

Both of them assured me they would never tell and once again, at about the same time, asked when we could play again.