.......... Week 1 ..........

Saturday, it has been exactly one week and Jake's trick sure seems to have worked, I am down to one smoke a day. Jake came over about a week ago and hypnotized me to help me stop smoking. He had Sally and Brad sit in on the session. He started out by having me concentrate on a watch as he counted down from 10. By the time he got to 1 I was out. To be under someone's control like that always scared me before. But this felt so good and refreshing. Yes, refreshing. Then he had her repeat a few phrases and asked me a few questions.

"What flavor most repulses you?"

I told him ... I told him "Eggplant" even though I was thinking, "sperm," but I was to embarrassed to say that I had tasted some in front of a teenage boy let alone my children. Early in our marriage I had tasted Ted's. He had whined about wanting me to give him oral sex. I gave in and he had the gall to loose it in my mouth. Gag. I all but puked. As it was I spit that crud right back at him. I wish I could have held it long enough to spit it in his face. Fucking perv.

Next Jake had me repeat, "Whenever I have a cigarette in my mouth, I will taste that taste. It will remind me of having in my mouth. It will smell like it and taste like it."

He said a few more things, though I can't seem to remember all of them. I do know it helped me to relax and accept these commands. Then he had me meditate on these commands while he talked with Sally. I suppose he wanted her to understand what he was doing.

Next he taught Brad a few relaxation technique to use on Sally and me. He explained to me that stress was making it harder for me to quit smoking and Brad could help me to overcome the stress.

Finally he had me count forward, becoming more awake as I counted forward. I awoke more refreshed than if I had eight hours of sleep. It was great. I looked over at Sally who also looked so refreshed, smiling away. Then I noticed it was getting dark outside. Looking at the clock, it had been two hours since we ... I had gone under. It only seemed like minutes to me.

Now whenever I smoked a cigarette, it tasted like eggplant and some other taste and aroma I couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it has helped me to cut back.

"Hi Mom," grinned Sally. "I was going clothes shopping and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?"

I looked over at my daughter. Where did she get that red low cut top? It was so tight on her you could see each globe of her breasts. And that black short skirt. She was going to have to me careful when she bent over or sat down lest some man would catch a glimpse of her ass. Red heels and gold jewelry helped spice up the outfit.

"You better not wear that outfit to work young lady." I frowned at her.

"No mom, just at home or hanging out," she rolled her eyes at me.

A looked down at my old lady skirt. I came half way down to just above my knees. I better go with her or she is going to make me look like a grandmother.

"Sure I'll go with you if we can stop at Victoria's Secrets on the way back. All my underwear seems so uncomfortable to me lately."

"I know what you mean," agreed Sally.

As Sally turned her back to Brad and me and bent down to brush her shoe off, I turned and told Brad, "Your sister and I have to do some shopping. Hold down the fort."

He had already glanced set down his book and was looking over at us. "Do you want me to come along?" he asked.

I thought about it. I really valued his opinion about our fashion, more than ever before. But I wasn't ready to bring him in Victoria's secret just now. It might look strange to the sales clerk who wouldn't understand he is just family. "No, when we get home we will model it for you and you can tell us what to keep and what to take back."

"OK," he smiled.

It sure helped having his input. Helped us to really know what a man wanted to see. I am going to have to find one of those mini-skirts to model for him; I know he would like that. He sure is growing up fast. I really need to sit down and have a talk with him. Teach ... I mean tell him a little about men and women.

"What are you reading," I asked looking at the book in his lap.

"Oh... just that Star Wars novel I picked up."

Usually he read right through his books but this one has lasted him at least a week. Something must be distracting him. Probably a girl he is interested in or something. I looked over at him sitting there smiling. Where did he get that gorgeous smile? He is going to be ... no wait ... he already has what it takes to be a woman magnet. He just needs a little teaching. Maybe Sally and I could help him out in this department.

"Oh, I will be going over Jake's this afternoon," he smiled at me.

"Good because Sally and I have to go to the dance studio after shopping," I went over and gave him a big hug and kiss. Never to old to be affectionate towards your son, at least in private. And he sure felt good in my arms. Wanda, watch your thoughts. Had to fight those feeling I have been having for Brad this past week. No wait, now that I think of it I have felt something for Brad this whole year. What kind of Mom am I feeling like this? I am not some whore.

On the way out we pick up our gym bags containing our leotards and gear. Better hurry off before he sees my blush.

Sally and I had started a dance class last week. I used to some ballet when I met Ted in college. I had wanted a breast reduction, to help with my balance, but then I met Ted. He convinced me not to have it done, the selfish bastard. Sally had natural balance therefore was a natural dancer

Sally and I started the class to get a good workout in. I didn't want to gain any weight when I quit smoking. We joined an 'exotic' dance class because we wanted to up tempo music to get our heart rates up. Yesterday when we did one of our dance routines for him, and we had fun really getting into it with the gyrating hip and sensuous moves, he told us we were doing great. He even said we already were getting firmer...

I can feel some tension building up in me. I don't know why I am getting so tense. It must be the court date with Ted coming up. I am going to have to have Brad give me some of those relaxation exercises on me.

It has been so good of him to help Sally and me. At least once a day he takes an hour out of his time to bring us through the exercises. I hadn't realized Sally had been getting so tense but it sure has helped her. I do love feeling him kneading my shoulders while he talks to me...

.......... Week 2 ..........

Saturday, week two of trying to quit. It was going so good too. I had been down to one butt a day and then ... next I knew, I was back up to a pack. Maybe it was having to go to court that sent me over the edge. Though I shouldn't have worried. The judge ruled in my favor. The bastard is going to paying the rest of his life. With his alimony and half the savings plus him having to pay off the house, I could quit work if I wanted to.

One strange side effect of smoking again is that I started craving eggplant. I guess my cigarette craving actually overcame my dislike of eggplant, even turning it into a desire for eggplant. I have cooked it in everyway I could imagine for the last week and it just tasted so good. One cigarette and a plate of eggplant together were just like having good sex. Better than I ever got from Ted, that is for sure. There just seemed to be one ingredient missing, although I couldn't put my finger on it.

But my kids were ready to kill me. Neither wanted to see another eggplant again. Jake came over yesterday and helped me. I don't remember going under this time, it must have happened so fast. He released me from my eggplant fetish. I still love the taste but I am not driven to eat it. I am hungry for something; I just can't seem to find the right combination. Anyways, he thought maybe if I could see how much it bothered my kids to have me smoking it would help me to quit.

"You would do ANYTHING for the good of your children, right?" he had asked.

"I will do ANYTHING for my children."

"You want to set a good example for them," he continued.

"Yes ... I want to set a goood example."

"You want to teach your Brad."

"Yes, I want to be there teacher for Brad."

"You will do anything to teach Brad."

"Anything to teach Brad."

"You are Brad's teacher."

"Yes, I am Brad's teacher."

"Sally is like your assistant

"Yes, Sally is my assistant."

"And Teachers should not set bad examples by smoking."

"Teachers shouldn't smoke."

"Since you are Brad's teacher, you shouldn't smoke."

"I am Brad's teacher and I shouldn't smoke."

When I woke up I was cured. Every time I went to put a cigarette in my mouth, I thought of Brad and tossed it. I am not sure why he focused so much on Brad, probably be he is still a child. Although not much of one. His shoulders are getting broader and his chest is deeper. Those brown eyes soak you right in.... FUCK FUCK FUCK ... NO ... I refuse to think this way. How long have I harbored these feeling? It seems only recent but when I think back ... I can remember lustful thought of him when her turned thirteen. He was walking around in his boxers... NOOOOOO!

I need something tasty for a treat. I just seems like nothing is as good as ... whatever it is I am craving.

"Hey," I can hear Sally in the next room.

"So you want a tickle fight," I hear Brad reply.

Soon I can hear them tumbling along in the next room. I poke my head in to see Brad pinning Sally's arms down with his knees and reaching back to tickle her thigh. Good thing no one but family is here since Sally's mini-skirt is riding up around her hips and her red thong does not leave much to the imagination.

Time to be the teacher, I mean parent. "Hey," I holler at them stomping over to break it up. "What is the meaning of this?"

They both look over at me seriously.

"How dare you do this...?" I start out in my serious voice, '... without inviting me," with this last phrase I reach under Brad's arm and start tickling him. I'll show him how it is done.

Soon we are just a tangle of arms and legs as Sally and I gang up against Brad. I notice in the tussle that my mini-skirt has flown the coop and is sitting about ten feet from me.

At one point my face is buried in his crotch as he tries to flip Sally off him. My it is big and firm... NOOOO!

Now I am on top and have Brad's arms under my knees as I straddle him. He must be humoring me and Sally because I know her could throw both of us off if he wanted. As Sally sits on Brad with her back to me and tries to tickle his knees, Brad bend his knees up and throws Sally into my back causing my thong clad pussy to be crammed into Brad's face. Fuck ... FUCK ... FUCK ... That feels so goood. I know I must have dreamed about this moment ... No I am his mother. I quickly regain my composure and stand up.

"Well I'll leave you two at it, I have to get a little work done," I hope they don't notice my hoarse voice and deep blush.

Looking back at Brad, I see a large bulge in his pants. CRAP, it has been so long since I made love. It felt so good to have my face against his shaft. DAMN, I need to stop this thought process. Mmmm, how wonderful to feel his face crushed in my hot.... SHIT, I have soaked my thong. I can feel my juice trickle down the inside of my thighs. I better go change and do some laundry while I am at it.

Looking back I see Brad has pinned Sally again, this time keeping her down by pushing on her boobs ... I mean chest ... I meat tits. I can't tell if Sally is groaning from being tickled or....

I got to leave.

I quickly enter my bedroom and find myself masturbating. I haven't done this since I was in high school. As good as my fingers feel and as quick as I am able to climb to the edge, I know deep in my mind that I need to get something to keep this edge off. One of those ... what are they called ... dildo? ...vibrator?

I hope the kids didn't hear me screwing myself. I buck my hips furiously against my hungry pussy. It feels so good. One finger, two fingers, three finger, four.... I can't help but let a long groan escape my lips as I topple over the top.

I quickly clean up, sopping the wet juice from my pussy with my bath towel from the morning. I can't believe how much cum I have produced. Now I best be off to do the laundry lest anyone find evidence of this deed.

I notice Brad sneak out of the bathroom as I come down the hall. Did he just blush when he saw me? Are those different pants then he was just wearing. Carrying my load of laundry into the bathroom/ laundry room I notice THE SMELL in the air.

THAT IS IT. That is the smell that has been driving me crazy. What is it, I wonder looking around. I look at the ball of clothes from Brad's room. Those are the pants he was wearing earlier. Picking them up, I notice the smell grow stronger.

Slowly I unroll his pants and there are his boxer very damp with ... He must of lost it when we were wrestling. Somehow the realization of this is both pleasing and horrifying. And that smell ... as I hold his boxer to my nose ... yes that is the wonderful smell. The smell I have craved. And to think this stuff used to gross me out. I turn them inside out to get a better whiff. Without even realizing it I find my tongue licking the droplets from the cloth. It is like getting a fix; I feel all the tension of the last week leave and a need for a little more loving...

FUCK FUCK FUCK NO! I think to myself throwing the boxers to the ground. This is SICK, SICK, SICK.

How long have I harbored thoughts like this from my son. An image crosses my mind of him sitting naked in a kiddy pool at five.... NO NO NO.

Every time I think back on how long these thoughts have been going through my mind, they go back further. I don't want to know how long anymore. I just need to know I have them.

Feel a tear escape my eye and drip down my cheek. Without a conscious thought, I have find I have picked back up his boxers and I am sucking them clean. DAMN, it tastes SOOOO good.

WHAT HAVE I BECOME?

I need to sit with Brad again and have him go through those relaxation exercises. I need to put this behind me, I think as I continue to suck on his boxers.

.......... Week 3 ..........

Friday night, at least this week is over and I can slip into something more comfortable. At least I am not wearing pants suits any more, only shirts that show some cleavage, dresses, skirts and of course high heels. The men sure appreciate it. Nothing obscene. Everything goes down to at least mid thigh. I bet they wish they could catch a glimpse of the thongs panties or demi-cup bras I wear now. Wouldn't that drive them crazy? Still, they get to see more than I would have ever shown before.

What a week, it has gone from hell to acceptance. Ever since discovering I have craved my sons sperm ... that I love the smell ... that I want to screw him, I have wanted to die. I thought of getting professional help but I knew they would take him from me. I have tried not to think of him but his taste seems to haunt me. It is as if someone is smearing his semen over all I eat. It is in my tea, it is in my sandwiches, on my salad, in my milk, I smell him in my lip-gloss, and the worst part is that I am turned on by it. I am obsessed.

Worse than that is I now find myself flashing Brad glimpses of myself in various stages of undress, hoping to cause him to loose it. I have taken to leaving my cum soaked thongs on the bathroom floor in front of the washer, hoping he might find my fragrance as pleasant as I find his. I justify it by telling myself that he needs to learn about women in a safe environment. Who better to teach him than me? YES, that's right, I am a good teacher for my son.

With this thought as his teacher, I am able to find some peace. I will help him learn about women in the right way, not as my perverted husband Ted would. I will show him what a woman needs and craves...

"Wanda (I recently asked to sometimes call me by my first name), that outfit looks hot," Brad compliments me. I have found Brad to be a good fashion consultant in the last few weeks. "I love those black fishnet hose and garters." Today is the first day I have ever in my life worn hose and garters. "And that dress is just the right length. Every time you move it flashes a quick view of the red satin thong you are wearing." I can feel it getting wet even hear him talk about it. "That black shirt goes perfect. You must be wearing one of your shelf bras you bought the other day, I can tell by the perfect outline of your nipple poking through." DAMN IT ALL, but it is true. The black cotton half sleeve shirt is skin tight, easily revealing the shape of my nipple being thrust up by the demy-cup bra. Just the feel of the fabric running over my nipples turns me on. The shirt ends just short of the skirt showing off my firm abdomen. Definitely an at home outfit ... unless Brad asked me to ... Well people wouldn't understand that I am a teacher after all. He needs to see the anatomy he is studying I keep telling myself as the embarrassment increases. How humiliating ... stimulating.

"Wanda Momma," when he calls me that it is so hard to resist him. "Give us a spin."

I give him a quick twirl letting him see all that is exposed under my skirt.

"You are hotter than these woman on TV," Brad compliments me.

I turn away from Brad and Sally and fuss with the picture on the bookcase. I hope they don't see the rose-colored blush spreading over my face and chest.

I look back at the kids sitting on the couch together watching bay watch. They look so peaceful together, Brad sitting up and Sally lying with her head is his lap. Him with his hand gently resting on her chest ... boobs.

Sally must be feeling horny herself. If I am having trouble controlling myself around Brad, she must be. 'I need to show her some of the toys I bought'. Yes. 'Help her keep some of the edge off'.

Speaking of toys and what a woman craves, I need to head to my bedroom. Opening my top draw, I pull out two dildos and a vibrator. The first dildo is a red twelve-inch long two-inch diameter marvel. It not only vibrates but the top part twist while inside me. I love practicing giving head with this baby and then planting it in my pussy. It took several days to learn to 'swallow' the dildo to 'deep throat' it. A good teacher needs to know their subjects well and if I am going to explain how a woman might enjoy this, and believe me I do enjoy it, then I need to practice it. Some days, like today, I can imagine it smell taste of Brad's sperm.

The vibrator and I have become good friends. We get together at least once a day and play together. At first I concentrated and stimulating just my pussy ... cunt but the last few days I find it more stimulating to juice it up in my cunt and then run it back to my asshole. I never was anally stimulated before but I just never new what I was missing. How humiliating to crave anal sex.... how stimulating ... After a few seconds of this, I alternate between the holes.

The last dildo/vibrator I bought yesterday. It is a small silver six-inch dildo that is about an inch and a half in diameter with a built in vibrator. I thought I might ... I mean Brad might need to know if woman actually liked anal sex ... to be but fucked and I would try it out for him ... as a good teacher should.

It is funny, growing up I had always wanted to be a teacher, and I just never knew how much fun it could be.

Pulling my shirt over my head I give my nipple a few playful tugs. Lying back on the bead, I pull my skirt up to my hips and my thong down to my ankle. I suck on the red dildo while warming up my pussy with the vibrator. Man it feels good. As I lay on my bead, I face my bedroom door and for the first time I notice it is slightly open. Fuck I must have 'accidentally' forgot to close it. But I feel to good to stop now. Just as I have about decided I better close it I notice a shadow appear in the crack. I know it must be Brad Peaking in. I better not let him know I see him there. I'll just ignore the fact the door is ajar.

I almost turned over and hid under my sheet when I realize that I am his teacher. This is what I have been hoping to explain to him with words and a picture is worth a thousand words.

But he is my son DAMN IT ALL!

Who better to teach him and just think of his juice?

Flushing red with excitement and embarrassment I continue on. The vibrator makes it way from one hole to the next. Setting aside the cock I have been sucking, I start kneading my boobs ... tits pulling and pinching my nipples.

I am on the edge in no time but unable to go over.

Setting aside the vibrator for a moment, I grab the silver dildo and slowly shove it up my ass. FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD.

Soon my other hand has grabbed the red dildo and shoved it in my hungry pussy. I can feel them rub against each other inside of me. This is an electric feeling. For the next five minutes I am riding on a crest of an orgasm like I have never experienced before. Just as I think I can take it no more I hear a groan from the hall. Brad must have lost it. Just thinking of another chance to clean his boxers brings me to the peak of my orgasm and over.

As I lay in an almost comatose state, I feel my pussy and ass together spasm around the two dildos and hear Brad walk away.

When I hear Brad go by on his way back to the living room, I am able to roll out of bed. I slip on a fresh thong, taking a moment to enjoy the sore feeling between my legs, and smooth out my shirt. With a slight waddle I head to the laundry/bathroom with my soaking thong in my hand. Opening the door I almost shiver with anticipation, as I smell Brad's cum soaked boxers. Locking the door, I slide to the floor next to his boxers. Leaving my thong as an exchange, I pick up his boxers and begin to clean them. I am a good mother. I am cleaning my kid's boxers. I am a good teacher. I am ... WHAT HAVE I BECOME?

I know I am going to need a double relaxation treatment from Brad tonight.

.......... Week 4 ..........

Saturday night, a little less than a week ago I showed Sally my toys, to help her keep her edge off. She was very grateful and admitted she was disturbed to find such lustful thoughts for Brad. She told me she felt that as an older sister to a young man who did not have a father figure in his life, that she would help him to learn the ropes. I told her I understood and was doing the best to help 'teach' him myself. I told her she had the perfect body to help show him with.

The only problem is I could never find my toys when I needed them. I ended up buying a whole new set of toys and some lingerie while I was at it.

The kids are in bed already. I thought I might have heard some heavy breathing from Brad's room about half an hour ago but as I go by now, all I hear is his snoring.

Maybe I should go give him a kiss good night. I used to always do that when he was little. I could pick up his laundry for him; maybe even find a surprise for myself.

As lean over to kiss him I accidentally nudge his light, one of those touch on/ touch off lights. It goes on illuminating the whole room. I look at Brad's face and he is sleeping right through it. It is then that I notice that he has the sheets thrown aside, sleeping on his back and he is entirely naked. Well except for a pair of my cum soaked thongs which he must have used to jack off with. Next to them is a sick porn magazine.

How dare he bring one of these magazines into my house? Still, I am curious. I bend down to get a better look at the porn magazine. It is open to a blow up of a woman giving head to man. On the page opposite is a man but fucking the same chick while she has her face buried in another woman's snatch.

Then I am drawn to his penis ... cock and I am mesmerized. I can't help be drawn down by the fragrance. Without even realizing it, I am kneeling beside his crotch, an inch from his beautiful cock.

Maybe it is the movement of air or my breath upon him but his cock is growing and stiffening as well as he rate of breathing increasing.

That smell...

MY SON....

THAT smell...

My SON....

THAT SMELL...

My....

Oh it tastes better than I imagine on a warm cock. If only it were fresh. I could teach him so much about how a woman should suck a cock.

What if he awakens...? I look up in horror to see him watching me with a grin on his face.

"Wanda Momma, don't stop."

"B..R..A..D," I muffle through a mouth full of cock. It is all I could muster before I start sucking him in earnest.

I feel his hands reach down and fondly my breasts in my flimsy negligee. Climbing onto bed I take the classic 69 position giving him access to my sopping wet cunt, while never letting his cock slip from my throat. I reach my first orgasm of the night as I feel his tongue push aside the wet thong and enter my pussy.

The orgasm does no decrease but only climbs as I feel one, then two of his fingers dip into my hot box. He quickly replaces these fingers with the return of his tongue. Next I feel him grab my ass cheeks and spread them. Before I realize what he is doing he takes his pussy-lubed finger and inserts them in my asshole.

I am on overload at this point. Everything is firing off in my body. Just when I can't take anymore, I feel his cock swell and he fires his load into my eager mouth.

My last conscious thoughts are that I have turned my son into a motherfucker.... I am his teacher.... feels so good ... I am going to have to talk to him about bringing that magazine into the house.

.......... Week 5 ..........

Saturday again. It is hard to believe it has only been a week now that I have been sleeping with ... I mean educating my son in sex education. It is still embarrassing and I would never tell anyone, well except Sally ... Actually she walked in on us on Thursday while I was teaching Brad how a woman might ... mmmm ... like to have a cock shoved deep up her tight asshole if she was having her period.

Well at first she just stood there in shock. Then Brad told her it was OK. "Mom is just teaching me 'Slippery Sal'. She loves when he calls her that.

Not to be left out she came over and watched us. Brad convinced Sally it was OK to use some of my toys while he fucked me. She dove right into my top drawer and had a vibrator and silver bullet out before she even realized what she was doing.

"You know about these?" she asked Brad.

"Sure, it's OK to use when there aren't any cocks to fill your holes with," he smiled. He had stopped in mid stroke when Sally came in and it was driving me wild. Bucking my hips back, I got his attention again as Sally slipped out of her leather skirt and top and started working those toys. I had already reached one climax and somehow seeing my daughter so happy sent me into another climax.

It couldn't have been that I enjoyed watching her. I never had any tendencies toward females before. I am no a lesbian am I. But Brad's cock reminded me that if I enjoyed woman at all, not saying that I do, I definitely couldn't do without a real cock inside me. Maybe a bi-sexual?

Wanda you are getting sick, sick, sick. First your son, now your daughter. Your are a sl ... a sl ... a ... a teacher, a good teacher.

Right now I am getting ready to give him a new lesson. I had to correct him harshly for bringing that porn into the house. Well maybe not harshly. It is hard to yell at him when he has his cock in your mouth.

He tried to convince me it was like a biology book. I told him to give it up.

He did have a point though, I had to concede. I should get him a book on a woman's anatomy. When I mentioned it to him he came up with a great idea. What better anatomy to study than mine.

He would use his digital camera and I would model ... I would fill the text pages for him. At first I was really hesitant. Pose in the nude? How degrading. Then he pointed out he was screwing me anyways. He did have a point. "And," he continued, "there is nothing dirty about your body, Wanda Momma."

He was right. I was his mother after all.

So here I am in some of the lingerie my perverted husband bought for me. At first I asked Brad why we needed the lingerie.

"Just to add some color to the pictures," he assures me. "Besides, what kid wants to read a boring text book?"

I guess he is right. Wouldn't Ted be jealous ... I mean, wouldn't he be surprised I put his gift to educational use.

Brad picked this outfit off. It was a black corset with red lace woven in (for color). The bra part was a shelf bra, leaving my breast pushed up and exposed (helping to keep them from being hidden). The matching thong, which covered very little, had a slit down the middle to help me expose, I mean show my vagina ... cunt. The red stiletto heel help accentuate my feminine legs. The red lipstick helped to highlight my lips. The bunny ears on my head were just for fun.

The first chapter went fairly easy. A few 'bend over that chair' and 'spread those legs' so he could get a better picture of my pussy from the back. Another 'spread those cunt lips' and 'squeeze those nipples' and he had needed a new memory stick. If I remember right those memory sticks hold 100 pictures at high res. Had he taken that many already?

"Next we are going to do a chapter on the limits of a female body," says Brad. "We are going to have to have you shed the thong panties. And Mom, I need you to shave all the hair off you pussy."

Shave my pussy? I guess so, it would make it easier to show different parts of the anatomy but that is so strange.

"But Brad..."

"Come on Wanda Momma, you're my teacher."

"Alright," I tell him as I head to the bathroom.

As I lather up and shave, Brad comes in to 'take pictures of the process'. It does take long. Since switching to thong panties and g-strings and throwing out all those 'grandma' panties, I have had to trim back my bush significantly. Only a small triangle remained. Still, running the razor along my cunt lips sends shivers of pleasure up my spine.

As I rinse off and put my hose back on, Brad runs off to do some errands.

'Limits,' I wonder what that means as I come back into the living room. I notice he has a bowl full of assorted fruits and vegetables on the kitchen table. Good to keep the energy up. As I reach for a banana, Brad stops me.

"Hey Mom, help me with these chairs."

What does he want with two kitchen chairs? We carry them into the living room.

"Remember how you did that split when you and Sally were showing me one of your dance routines?"

"Yes"

"Well I need you to do the split between these two chairs."

I looked at them; they were about three feet apart. I wasn't sure about this. Putting one leg on one chair and holding on to the back of the chair for support, I was able to do a front/back split.

"Now a little farther apart."

He slid the chairs apart as I straddle them. Now only my calf and shins held me up

"Now hands above your head."

Not being able to hold myself off the ground, I was endanger of over extending myself. This is where dance class has paid off. I watched and smiled as Brad eagerly took pictures for his textbook, front, back, and, yes, from underneath. Slowly I was my crotch was stretching. As Brad laid on the floor for a better view, I was able to stretch myself enough to get my pussy in his mouth.

"Now face forward."

I turned my head forward.

"No, your whole body."

I can do this I told myself. Brad offered his hand to help balance me. No, I thought to myself, I can do this.

First I had to regain some height. I used my thigh muscles to lift my hips even with the floor. Slowly I twisted my body until I was facing front doing a side-to-side split.

"Very good Wanda. Now just hold that pose for a minute." I thought I was going to split.

The next few pictures he had me be a contortionist.

"Bend over backwards and grab your ankles." That stretching in dance was really helping, I realized as I formed a perfect backwards arch.

"Now let's see if you can lick your cunt."

What was I doing bending forward sucking my twat while my son Brad snapped pictures of me?

"Very good, Wanda Momma," Brad encourages me.

Shit, just him using that name and I have a mouth full of my own nectar. This is the first taste not mixed with semen and it is not as bad as I would have imagined. Actually it is quite tasty.

"Lets see how deep you can take a cock in your mouth," Brad announces.

Yes. Finally to the limit I wanted to try. I took my time running my lips up and down his cock. Finally with a plunge I swallowed his cock and deep throated him. I love licking his balls as he pumps away. 'What concentration,' I think to myself as I hear him snap more pictures of my mouth on his cock. Soon his precious sperm is in my mouth. I hold it in my mouth and show the camera what a mouthful he has given me. He is sure tasty.

As I pose for the shot, Sally comes home.

"MOM, What are you doing having Brad take porno shots of you," are the first words out of her mouth.

"Young lady," I start in on her, "how dare you think your Mom would pose for porno. Can't you recognize an anatomy class when you see one? We are just creating the text book for it."

"Oh," she says in a somewhat lost voice.

"You look a little left out," Brad told her. She did have a strange look on her face.

"Maybe that's it," came a vague reply. 'Poor Sally,' I thought.

"I know what we can do," came an eager reply from Brad, "let's include her." I should of thought of that. Weren't you saying she has been your teaching assistant?" asks Brad.

"Yeah," I agreed not wanting her to feel left out. "She is my teaching assistant. She can assist me." I just am not sure how.

"Yes," came a weak reply. "Yes, I guess I can," came a more eager response. There is Brad; always making sure no one feels neglected.

"How can I help?" she asks. How indeed I wonder?

"You can help Mom pose for the pictures," said Brad. "You can help with the props, that will leave me free to take pictures."

"Great," replied Sally.

"And since you will be in some of the photos and since it is anatomy class, we need to shed some of those clothes." He frowns in thought. "Why don't you put on that purple corset you have like the black one Mom is wearing?"

"Just for color," I tell her. Sally shrugs.

"Why don't you wear that purple g-string and put those fishnet stockings on. You can borrow Mom's new knee high boots," continues Brad looking at me for permission. 'He was such a good boy,' I think as I nod yes to him. "Use some fire engine red lipstick so heavy makeup so the camera can see your features better. Oh, and pick out some jewelry to match."

As Sally goes to change Brad ponders a moment before speaking. "You know how in math they use word problems?" asked Brad in a loud enough voice that Sally could also hear.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Well, part of the reason is to make math more interesting, kind of like reading a story." I nodded at him thinking so what is the point of this conversation. "And in history, they sometimes re-enact a historical event. It makes it more real to the student and keeps his attention."

I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. I saw Sally come out in her lingerie. She sure was one hot chick.

"Sally, go grab Mom's toys." I see Sally blush as she heads to my room. She probably didn't know Brad knew about those. Wouldn't she be embarrassed if she knew I told her about her having toys. A boy has to understand these things in this day and age.

"Like I was saying, I thought we could make a story line. It would help to keep the subject matter interesting," continued Brad eagerly.

Well, it sure seems to have interested my student. Not a bad idea.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Let's make believe Sally comes home and finds you masturbating on the kitchen table. She is so mad at you for not including you ... well let's see, we need to continue with the lesson. I know, our next lesson is to see what can fit in a woman's ass next. So we will position you facing down on the table with ass in the air."

"Why can't we do this on the bed?" I asked.

"The table is more scientific," he continues. "When Sally sees you she is so mad you are getting off without her."

"I am not a lesbian," comes a sharp reply from Sally. 'Neither am I,' I mentally agree.

"This is just for the story," assures Brad. "Listen Slippery Sal and Wanda Momma, for today we will make believe you like women also." Brad smiles at us. Who can refuse him when he calls us those names? Both Sally and I reluctantly agree. "Remember, no one is going to believe the story if you two don't get into it. A good actor or actress can share the feelings and become the character they are playing."

He is right. We just have to become the character we are acting as.

"On with the story," Brad goes on, "So Sally sneaks up and grabs the red wonder dildo and crams it up Mom's ass. Then we will decide what to do next."

I look at the twelve-inch long two-inch diameter dildo with a little apprehension. "I am not sure that will fit," I tell them.

"Don't worry Mom will stretch it out and lube it first," Brad assures me. "Here bend offer the table, Mom. Sally lube up her ass."

I hear Sally walk over hesitantly. "Come on child," I encourage her. "We have to get into character."

She grabs a smear of KY-Jelly and sticks runs one finger around the rim of my asshole. Ohh, that's cold. Ummm, well I am just getting into character and my character would... Yes, I think as I feel on digit enter. Not to fast.

"It would help her relax if you stroke her pussy," Brad tells her.

Ohh, I have never had a woman's fingers stroke me like... Damn, this is my daughter doing... I just need to get into character... I would never... I feel a second finger enter my asshole.

Sally is rotating these two fingers and stroking me at the same time. I can feel my self climbing. My body pushes back causing Sally's finger on my pussy to slip in. YESSSSSSSSSS, I can't believe how good this is feeling. Her third finger in my ass hurts so gooddd...

"We better stop here," Brad tells Sally as he moves the camera away from his eye. Too bad... yes I mean we better stop. "Here put on this trench coat for a second and come in the door. Wait until Mom gets on the table and starts fingering herself."

All for education, I remind myself. If I enjoy it only makes it easier to teach. I lay with the side of my face on the table, my boobs squished under me and both hand fondling my juice box. I feel the cool air hit my body as Sally opens the outside door to re-enter. What if one of our neighbors were to look in right now... How can this excite me? I am so close to loosing it.

I hear the soft hum as Sally start the dual action dildo. Come to momma, I encourage it in my head. COME TO MOMMA? WHAT AM I DOING? ...Just then I feel the head of the dildo buzz my ass and my eyes are wide with feigned surprise. I feel the dildo penetrate and it feels as if it will split me apart. I don't know if the pain or the pleasure is better. Definitely the pleasure.

As I keep fingering my clit, Sally starts rhythmically thrusting Big Red in and out. Each time she goes a little deeper. I can feel the vibration in my pussy and... and... and... AND... ANDDD.... Black spots appear before my eyes as I cry out in pleasure, "FUCK, FUCKK, FUCKKKKK."

"We better give Mom a rest," I hear Brad tell Sally as he reaches over and helps her set down BIG RED. I notice there is a puddle on the table beneath me.

"I'll clean it up," Brad tells me as it feels like it is all I can do just to breath.

I watch him in amusement as he uses his hand and pushes the juice into a bowl. "In lab you need to look at all the byproducts of an experiment," he explains.

"Speaking of which," he continues as he goes over to Sally who still is breathing hard. "Watch out Sis," he warns her as he slides his hand along her inner thighs, removing a good amount of her juice, which has dripped out of her cunt. She looks apologetically over at me. "And this g-string is way to wet. Here let me you out of that."

Did she actually enjoy that, I wonder as Brad unties the strings on the side of her g-string and helps her slide it off. No, I realize, she is just getting into character like me. I watch as he actually squeezes the g-string over the cum bowl and juice drips out of it.

"Next, we will have Sally shove the silver bullet into Mom's ass before turning her over to experiment with Mom's pussy. We will use the stuff in the bowl." So that is what the various fruit and vegetable were for.

"Can I start now," asks Sally maybe a little to eager.

"Sure," agrees Brad.

Still recover from the first attack on my ass, I feel Sally slide the silver bullet in. There is almost no resistance since it is smaller than big Red.

Sally turn me onto my back where I can gaze upon my sexy... beautiful daughter.

"Ohhhhh!," I groan as the silver bullet comes in contact with the hard tabletop. You could hear a slight buzz as it vibrated against the table and in my ass.

I see her look at a peeled carrot in the bowl. Isn't that a beefy carrot, I thought as I remembered Brad picking it out last time we went to the market?

"Now remember Mom, your character is too weak from that last attack to offer any resistance," Brad explains. Like I have to act that out.

Just as I feel the carrot part my cut lips I hear Brad holler, "Wait. This won't due. How are we going to have an anatomy class if we can't get a good shot of the hole we are observing."

"I could stand to the side," offered Sally.

"Wouldn't fit the story line," worries Brad.

"She could... never mind," I stopped myself.

"What were you going to say?" prompted Brad.

"Well... ah... For the view and the story line, she could straddle me facing my cunt. That could give her access to my cunt without blocking your view," I explained quickly as I could lest I loose my courage. Or that anyone might think I wanted to have my daughters pussy where I could look at it, what I meant was that my character could gaze on it.

"Great idea Wanda Momma," Brad grinned at me. We just need to get going, I thought as the vibrations from underneath me were driving me wild.

"I guess so," agreed Sally.

"What are we waiting for?" chided Brad.

He moved a chair over to the table and helped Sally up. As she straddles my chest I could feel her warm cunt on my tits. FUCK!! How can my daughter's tits feel good on me? I do not like women. I..

"I need you to back up a little Sally," Brad told her as he looked through the camera. I could feel her pussy travel up my chest. My chin now rested on her box. I saw gaze back apologetically.

"A little more Sally." MY libido jumped as her pussy was now inches from my face. Her smell, while not as good as Brad's was still intoxicating.

"Action," hollered Brad.

I felt Mr. Carrot enter me as Sally started pumping. Dam it felt so good. I needed to squeeze something and Sally tits were right next to my hands. Before I fully realized what I was doing I was kneading her tits. Fuck they feel so good to squeeze.

I could feel her snatch heat up as it swayed over closer to my lips. Just another inch... I felt myself go over the edge...

"Switch," I heard Brad yell as he handed her a peeled banana. Not nearly as satisfying but still feeling good until I felt it break off inside me.

"Wait," I heard Brad tell Sally as her fingers attempted to remove it. "Do you think your character would use her finger to remove it?" I heard him ask. I was to weak even to gather what he was implying.

"No, but this is Mom, Brad," I heard Sally begin. "And I never... you know... done that... with any woman."

"Just remember your character," encouraged Brad.

As I tried to reason what he wanted Sally to do I felt her tongue, tentatively at first, probe my cunt. I could not help it, I mean my character could not... who am I kidding... I could not help it as my hip raised my pussy to her ever more eager mouth. Soon she her tongue had taken the deep plunge while she sucked the banana out.

"Have a taste Mom," I opened my eyes to my daughter breaking the removed banana in half and sticking it my mouth. She grinned at me as she ate her piece and turned around for some more food. It sure had my taste on it.

I almost choked on the banana, which I still held in my mouth as I felt her slip a corn in the cob into my pussy. The kernels drove me wild. That little whore, I thought to myself.

Using the banana chunk from my daughter, I tickled her twat by moving it around with my lips. It had been just long enough to close the gap between my mouth and her cunt. Soon she descended upon my face as she picked up the rhythm of the cob. Swallowing the banana and a good amount of Sally's juice. My tongue attacked her clit with a fever. I could feel her orgasm pulse around my tongue even as I lost it again for the umpteenth time that day. Who knew anatomy could be so fun.

I watched in fascination as Sally picked up a three inch diameter, at least twelve inch long peeled cucumber.

Suddenly there was a queer smile on her face as she looked over to Brad.

"I know what my character would do with this." She worked in about half way into my saturated cunt and then getting off me she turned around and faced me.

"Remember this is all for the good cause of education," she reminded me. Then she lowered herself onto the other end of the cucumber.

She lowered her lips to me and licked mine. "I sure taste better than I would have imagined," she smiled. "But not as good as you." She started French kissing me allowing my juice form her mouth to mix with her juice from my mouth. It did not take as long to both reach yet another orgasm. For a woman who a little over a month ago could count on her hand the number of orgasms on her one hand, it was too much and I blacked out.

I woke up an hour later to see Sally giving Brad head. Dam she was good at it. I smiled wishing I was the one who could get a mouth full.

"She is awake," Brad said as he turned his head towards me. Sally looked up from doing her job and smiled as best she could with a man's cock down her throat.

"Now let's not be greedy Sally," Chided Brad. "You already had one load a little while ago. Lets share this one with Mom. You know what she always telling us we need to share."

He is right, I always tell him we need to share.

I could see he start pumping away in Sally's mouth. A little cum appeared at the corner of her mouth. It was all I could do not to just go over there. Finally when he was done, Sally came over to me with bulging cheeks. I passionately kissed her as she share my son's her brother's cum with me.

After that day, we all just slept in one bed together. Brad never screwed Sally, but he let her give him head. When we made love he would have me bend forwards over the bed and have Sally head between my legs. Then she kisses us up where his cock entered my pussy. I would return the favor by kissing her up and or using various toys on her lower holes.

.... Monday Night ....

I am still sore from Saturday but it was worth it. We made a good... ah... textbook to use.

I can feel myself blush just thinking of those pictures. If anyone besides Sally or Brad, my student, were to see them, I would have to change my name, die my hair, and move away. It was amazing how much I was able to get into the act. Both Sally and I were able to do a pretty convincing... well all right, for some strange reason we really did enjoy it. Now that we all three sleep together it is hard to deny my bisexual nature. At least my cravings for cock are greater than my desire for pussy.

I remember watching Brad as he edited them on the computer Saturday night. He was up all night working on them. Some of the picture he would enlarge. There were shots of one boob taking up a whole photo. Another was a gaping pussy. With the pictures of Sally and me together, he added a story line underneath and bubbles with us giving some bimbo conversations. There were the photos of Sally and me joined together with that humongous cucumber. It is still hard believe we actually fucked each other with it. Later I asked Brad if he thought a double-ended dildo would a good school supply to buy. "As long as you don't ask me to use it," was his reply.

I can feel myself turning red again as I think of Brad printing off those pictures. He had me go with him to the Wal-Mart the next town over and watch while he used the self-develop photo printer. The fact we went in the early in the morning brought down the chance of someone seeing Brad developed the photos and, if the did see the pictures, being in a different town lessened the chance of recognition. I appreciated this later fact all the more because Brad had asked me to wear one of the 'house' outfits so he could 'observe' how people reacted to the clothing.

I wore my black micro skirt and tight teal tank top. The skirt did nothing to the fact that I was wearing thigh high fishnet hose with garters. The shirt only accentuated my nipple poking out above my shelf bra. The five-inch heels only caused my hips to sway more flashing anyone who looked a glimpse of my red satin thong panties. At home I was comfortable in these clothes but out in public was another thing. The humiliation I suffer for my son's education.

We must have been at the store an hour and several close calls before he finished printing the pictures. I think my outfit actually helped chase several women away. And the one man who did go by was to busy gawking as my ass to notice what was on the screen. Every once in a while I would look over his shoulders as the picture on the screen. Damn, I kept hoping no one would come by. We left there with a hefty manila envelope stuffed with 8-1/2"x11" blowups. It was at least two inches thick. We bought a three-ring binder and photo sleeves to keep them in.

Then he brought me out for breakfast at the mall next to the Wal-Mart. I just wanted to get in private somewhere. All this walking around was making me horny for some cock. I must have been thinking about the pictures, I don't have an exhibitionist streak in me. The food court is on the second floor on the opposite side of the mall we had parked on. I don't know why Brad had me park on that particular side.

As we walk to the food court, Brad keeps stopping and pointing at stuff in the windows. Most of the items he wanted me to look at were small details on items that were at floor level. "Look at the stitching in those shoes." Bending down I thought, "What is so special about those."

After about five stops like this I notices we had about five teenage boys following around behind us. It was at this point I realized I must have been giving them quite a show every time I bent down. Not being used to how short my skirt was, I realized it must ride quite high when I bent down. Shit, I hope they don't notice the wet spot that must be appearing on them.

Brad didn't notice until we were almost at the little restaurant in the mall. "Wait here," he informed me. "I'll go have a talk to those boys." Such a gallant son I have.

He went over to them and chatted friendly enough. I kind of felt sorry for them; they must not have a mom who knows how to educate her sons. After pointing the other direction and tapping his watch, they shook his hand and left. I noticed one boy of the boys on his phone as he walked away. No hard feelings, what a diplomat Brad is.

We went in and sat down for breakfast. The waitress wanted to sit us our back but Brad told her they wanted a window seat. It was nice to have a son who wasn't afraid to be seen with hi mother. By the end of breakfast, my thong is saturated. Hoping to hurry Brad along I whisper to let him know how wet my thong is.

"We don't want you to get chaff," smiled Brad. "You better take those off."

Not exactly the reaction I wanted but I just smiled and nodded. Maybe if he had them in his hands it would help hurry him along. I excused myself and went to the ladies room. On the way back, I stuffed them in his shirt pocket and smiled. He just pulled them out discreetly and sniffed them. The waitress just happened to be coming back when he did this and just gave me a dirty look.

I wanted to tell her, 'Listen bitch, I am not a whore. I am just a mother teacher her son about the world.' Instead I just kept quiet.

Brad looked at his watch and hopped up. I thought this was great, now maybe I'd get some relief. On the way back he pointed over the railing to a lingerie shop down on the first floor we could visit when we had more time. I liked the sound of that, when we had more time meant he must feel some rush to get somewhere. I was just hoping it was our bedroom. We were about halfway down the mall when he stopped at travel agency.

"That is a great picture of Hawaii," he told me. "Looks even better from a little further back," he continued backing up to the railing. I leaned against the railing and looked with him. It was OK, I thought.

"It is even better from here," Brad said as he stepped on a bench and sat on the railing.

"Are you sure that is safe?" I asked him.

"Yeah come on up here and sit beside me Wanda Momma, just don't look down."

How could I refuse when he called me that? I carefully followed him up as he steadied me with his arm. Still looked the same to me, I thought as I sat on the cold bar railing.

We sat there for a few minutes as he talked about wanting to see the islands. I never even knew he was interested in it. With the settlement from Ted, I am sure we could swing it easy enough. I thought I heard some noise from below but did not want to turn around and look down. Luckily shortly after that Brad got down. He made some kind of waving gesture before helping me to dismount my perch. I turned around to see what the noise had been but no one was down there. All I noticed is the small stream of pussy juice on the railing and going down the glass pane underneath it. How embarrassing, I hung my head and hurried Brad along. All I could smell was my sex.

Finally we start down the stairs when Brad sighs as he turns around, "Aw, I wanted to pick up some KY-Jelly from the pharmacy up there. He starts to jog up.

I turn around to follow, running after him while trying to keep my heels from snagging on the grated steps. "Freeze, Wanda Momma, you can wait right here for me." And I freeze. I am sure he didn't mean for me to literally freeze but that is what I did, I stood there with one leg two steps ahead of the other, holding onto the railing, waiting for him to get back.

I took a few minutes before he showed up again. That is when I realized the noise I had been hearing while waiting was coming from underneath me. I slowly looked down to see the five teen boys from earlier with about ten of their friends. They had huge grins on as the looked up my skirt from below. I noticed one or two had their phones above their heads. Phone cameras, SHIT. Still it was not until Brad told me, "We better get going," that I was able to move.

I took a quick look back at the boys below the stairs. They just hooted and hollered. They must have been below us when we were sitting on the railing I realized. How had I not noticed? One of the boys held up his phone where I could see a picture of my pussy showing on it. "This picture will be all over the world by tomorrow," he yelled at us. ShiTTTT, I almost doubled over as an orgasm ripped through my body. What is wrong with me?

Brad helped me keep going. "Better not stop Mom," he warned me. "They might think it is an invitation." He didn't have to explain what type of invitation they might take this for. Still as we went out the mall door, my body betrayed me again with a second orgasm as I thought about the display I had just put on. I am just being a teacher for those boys; a vague excuse crossed my mind.

The vibration of the car on the way home kept me right on edge for the ride home. Once we were in the doors, I decided to give Brad another lesson on screwing a woman in heat. Pulling down his pants I leaned over the couch and told him to "nail it home." After a good fuck, I showed him how a woman should clean up as I licked his cock clean. What a delicious chore.

Today Brad has four of his new friends over, Jake, Roger, Jim, and Tim. As I recall, these are all sons of busty girls who hung together in high school. They were studying together. It was good to see a group of young studious boys. As I went by I noticed they all had their three ring binders open and were comparing notes.

I noticed them all watch me as I went to the kitchen. I was dressed in what I thought was a conservative pleated black dress that came to thigh length. I had thigh high black stockings on with garters, but the boys wouldn't be able to tell they weren't regular nylons with this dress on. I had my tight red tank top on with my lacy shelf bra but my nipple was covered with my vest. Maybe they just liked how my heels showed off my long legs.

"I'll trade you this one for one of those," I heard Brad tell Tim. Maybe they weren't so studious and they were trading baseball cards. I looked out and noticed them swapping several pages back and forth.

"I'll give you this one for that one," Jake told Brad. Most of the boys seemed to be swapping with Brad. He must have dug out some good cards.

"Yeah, but look at this rack," Roger called back to Brad.

Rack? Is that some statistic I don't know about?

"Look how deep this penetration is," Brad responded to Roger.

Penetration?

"Look at the two of them go at it," Tim grinned.

I made an excuse to walk across the room and looked closer at the binder. SHIT, no. That was the anatomy textbook. What was Brad thinking?

"Brad," I told him as I went back to the kitchen door. "I need to talk to you."

"Wanda Mom, come over here," Brad replied. I turned crimson as I walked over. "Did you know Jake's, Tim's, Jim's, and Roger's mothers are teachers to.

What. He can't mean, but yes, he does I realize as see the other boy's anatomy books. There is Judy with her D Tits all on display. And Spicy Maggie and Candy, Roger's and Jim's moms, with their DD's in full press. And Monica, Tim's mom, with C Tits like mine but with larger two-inch diameter nipples. I didn't know whether to scream, cry, or laugh in release. Instead I just stood there and realized I wasn't alone in the world. These other Mom's thought like me and wanted to teach their sons.

"What are you doing with the text book though," I asked Brad, still not wanting the other boys to see the pictures of me.

"Well I thought it would be good to look at different woman since each of you has a variety of assets," grinned Brad. "Speaking of which, turn around."

As I turned I hesitantly asked, "Why do I need to turn around?"

"So we can see that perfect ass of yours," I heard his reply. "Now drop the skirt."

"But... " I started to protest. Not in front of these boys.

"Come on Wanda Momma, you flashed those boys yesterday."

"But that was a mistake," I started even as I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to my ankles. Now only a quarter inch strip of panties crammed up my crack hid my ass.

"Now bend over so we can get a better view."

"But.." still my body obeys as I bend over for five boys to gape at my but.

"See the curve of these," I heard Brad start as he ran his hand along my ass. NOO! I mean yeS! It feels so good.

"And see the gap right here," I heard Brad continue as his other hand came to my pussy. "A little wet are we Mom."

"And they are very firm," I felt his... third... hand... forth... fifth... It feels so good. Soon my ass is pushing back into their hands. This isn't... isn't'... right... It feels so good.

I can hear Brad come around front of me and pull my vest and tank top off. Soon his zipper comes down and he guides me onto his cock. mmmm... it feels so good. I can hear the sound of the other boys as they shuffle around but it is not until Brad guide me over to the coffee table with his cock still in my mouth that I realize what the are doing. There is Jimmy laying on it with his eight-inch cock stick straight up.

I try to protest but Brad keeps my mouth planted on his cock even as Jimmy guide me on to... to... his... scrumptious cock. Damn, I can't... what the hell is Jake up to... no... no... yes... I want to shout as his greased cock enters my ass.

"This must be the gang bang chapter," Jake hollers. The other two boys are on either side of me, naked.

"Better help them, Wanda Momma," Brad commands. As Jim holds me up by my tits, I jack off both Roger and Tim with either hand.

What is wrong with me... what is... why am I doing... Oh this is good. I am a good teacher. I am a GREAT TEACHER. I AM GOING TO LOOSE IT.

"Time to get on with the program," I hear Jake grunt to Brad.

"Is it necessary?" asks Brad.

'Is what necessary?', I wonder

"It is the only way to assure she won't relapse."

Relapse, what are they talking about?

"Are you sure she is ready?" Brad asks.

"As ready as she will ever be," answers Jake between thrusts.

"Roger... Tim... Are you two ready?" I hear Brad ask..

I hear them grunt as they grab my wrists.

What the hell is going on here?

I feel Brad grab a handful of my hair as he whispers, "Truth Or Fantasy."

All of a sudden, I remember who I am, Wanda the prude. WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING WITH ONE BOYS COCK UP MY PUSSY, ANOTHER BOYS COCK IN MY ASS, TWO BOYS IN HAND AND MY SON'S COCK IN MY MOUTH. As I try to pull away from Brad's cock to scream, he grabs holds me firmly in place with the handful of hair as he continues to fuck my mouth. Tim and Roger clamp down on my wrists to keep from pulling away from them. Jake holds my hips firm as he and Jimmy plunge my lower holes.

"Calm down Mom," Brad tells me

CALM DOWN, I want to scream. I try to squeeze Roger's and Tim's cocks in my hands but my hands won't obey me.

Brad seems to sense what I am thinking. "You have been released from every command but you the one keeping you from hurting us.

It is then I remember when Jake first came over and hypnotized me.

"That's right," Brad continues, "Jake and I have hypnotized you into becoming my teacher."

FUCK, THEY.... Ahhhh... THEY.... Ahhhh... turned me into a whore.

"We only removed some taboos from your mind."

FUCK, THEY MADE Ahhhh... ME ENJOY GETTING Ahhhh... SCREWED UP THE ASS. Ahhhh... ENJOY SUCKING Ahhhh... COCK Ahhhh...

"Well with the exception of liking the taste of sperm but we you are the one who subconsciously chose like sperm over quitting smoking.

FUCK Ahhhh... ARE THEY TELLING ME Ahhhh... THAT WITHOUT MY Ahhhh... INHIBITIONS THAT I Ahhhh... ACTUALLY ENJOY IT.

I think back to all the times I can now remember what they told me. Stuff like, "you are not ashamed of your body ... there is nothing wrong with your showing your son your body ... you are his teacher ... But I can never Ahhhh... remember them Ahhhh... telling me to Ahhhh... enjoy it Ahhhh...

BUT I AM HIS Ahhhh... MOTHER!!!!

"You have the choice of staying who you were," continues Brad. "You just have to not give in to the pleasure. But with each orgasm, you are agreeing to be our teacher."

THERE IS NO AHHH.... There is no AHHH... I WILL NOT AHHH... WILL NOT AHHH... ENJOYYYY!!!

My mind goes blank as I feel Jake squirt up my ass and my body betrays me by orgasming.

BUT I AM AN ADULT Ahhh... Already I can feel myself climbing again. I DO NOT ENJOY AHHH... AHHH...

I white light explodes in my mind as I feel Tim the Roger spew their precious ... delicious seed over me.

BUT I AHHH... BUT AHHH... another wave hits me as Jimmy spews his seed into my womb.

I am ... I AM ... AHHH... I am a AHHH... MOTHER AHHH... I AM a mother AHHH... I am AHHH...a mOTHER AHHH... I am a OTHER AHHH... I AM A ...er AHHH... I am a teacher. AHHH... I am a TEACHER... I am a teacher. AHHH...

As my mind seems to implode I am overcome with relief. I AM A TEACHER. I AM A MOTHER FUCKING TEACHER.