A Mother's Fantasy Come True
By
Boy Trainer
Chapter 1

It was a beautiful Monday morning. My husband had left for work and the kids had just walked out the door for school. The house was clean... well clean enough for me and there was absolutely nothing on TV. My car was in the shop, but really I had nowhere to go anyways.

I have three beautiful kids. My oldest are fraternal twins Stacey and Steve and they had just turned twelve. My youngest is ten and his name is Jake. He too had a twin sister, but she died shortly after birth. Not because there was anything physically wrong with her. On a drive to the grocery store we were broadsided by a drunk driver and though Joy was buckled up properly she took the brunt of the impact.

Shake it off Ellen, shake it off.

Anyway, having nothing to do I decided to go upstairs to see if there were any old raggedy clothes or garbage I could get rid of. I started with the boy's room. I went through the closet and yes there were a few shirts I could have tossed, but I knew the boys liked those shirts and they did need something they could knock around in, so I left most alone.

Next I went through their drawers. I found some old briefs that looked like they were worn to death and because the boys for some odd reason had switched to boxers I gathered them up as well.

I never could understand that. Personally I like briefs and I always have. Even as a middle school student I had a thing for boys in briefs and now they all want to wear those Gomer Pile boxers. On the other hand I don't believe boys look good in those speedo or European type briefs. It looks too much like they're wearing women's underwear.

Moving on I tossed some old socks in the pile and then I noticed the shoes lined up against the wall. We had just bought the kid two sets of new shoes each and yet here were the old pairs and sure Steven could pass down his old shoes to Jake, but Steven's old pair has divided souls, so those needed to go. I tossed them on the pile as well as a pair that I know Jake had grown out of. I swear I can't understand why the boys hadn't thrown them out their selves, but boys will be boys.

I glanced over the room one last time and that's when I noticed the screen saver on their PC was on. Normally they shut everything down before school, but I guess this time they forgot.

Steven has been asking for a laptop and we will get him and his sister each one for school next year, but right now we don't want them surfing the web at McDonald's. It's bad enough that they text all through dinner with those silly cell phones. Honestly don't their thumbs have better things to do? It's just that for now we don't want the kids carrying laptops everywhere they go.

My husband and I both decided that we would never spy on the kids, but we did set parental controls on their computers, so we never had to worry about what they did online. I mean when I was going through their dresser drawers if I were to find something like oh... let's say a Playboy book or even a bag of pot; I would leave it where it was. I'd probably have a talk with them about drugs or sex and make them very uncomfortable, but I would never admit I found it. So I swear all I was going to do was shut the computer down. I had no intention on spying on them, but because each kid is networked in with their own user names and we allowed them to set their own passwords for privacy I assumed all I had to do was click the turn off icon on the windows welcome screen.

However, when I moved the mouse I was surprised to find that one of them was not only still logged in, but his internet explorer was activated even though it was minimized to the start menu.

When I clicked on it to close it out I was shocked to find that it was on that new web site called video roulette, a site I knew to be filled with filthy old men jacking off. Well, at least that's what the news had said anyways. Personally I never bothered to check it out and I sure never thought my kids would even try to access it or could for that matter because of the parental controls, but there it was plain as day.

I was thankful that there was no video running at the time and I almost assumed it was a mistake, but then in a flash a picture of a fat sleazy man`s cock appeared and I was fuming. I exited the site immediately knowing that I was going to be having a talk with whoever's account I was in. I assumed it would be Steven because he's about at that age.

Still I wasn't thinking about spying. I had almost decided to shut the computer down and bring the event up at dinner with my husband in attendance, but suddenly my curiosity got the best of me and I decided that since I was in the account anyways, I might as well poke around and see what else the little shit was getting into.

I went into windows explorer only to find that it was not Steven's account I was in, but Jake's. I searched his documents and found nothing but homework. Then I went into his pictures and was shocked to find it was loaded with pictures of boys and not just boys his age either, they were boys of all ages even pictures of some as old as in their twenties and not only were they naked, but they were doing some things I had never imagined possible!

That's when I went into his videos section and I can't imagine the expression I had on my face when I found not only videos of other boys and men and men doing boys, but I found some of Jake giving Steven a very passionate and expert blow job while mugging for the camera no less!

"What the fuck is going on here?" I actually shouted to no one.

However, suddenly I discovered something even more shocking. I mean I was furious obviously, but I actually argued with myself as to whether I should shut it all down or keep watching. I mean here I was actually being entertained and I couldn't believe it myself. I found myself mesmerized at the sight of my pudgy cheeked hairless and tiny dicked little boy lovingly nursing on his big brother's dick, which wasn't much larger than his was.

I mean I hadn't realized Steven was gaining in girth, much less that he had faint signs of pubic hair started already. Yet there they were mugging for the camera and I was honestly fixated, festinated and quite honestly enjoying the show.

The next thing that happened absolutely threw me through a loop. I noticed there was a shadowy movement going on around them, but because the camera was so focused on Steven sitting naked in the chair and his little brother's bobbing head I really couldn't see behind them until two small hands clasped over Steven's shoulders.

It couldn't be, but suddenly long locks of blond hair blocked Steven's face and I just knew it was Stacey kissing him. I knew her hair anywhere, but the next thing I knew she was on her knees sharing Steven's dick with their little brother like they were sharing an ice-cream cone or something!

Steven's arm moved and the camera jumbled around a moment and when it came to a stop it was zoomed in on a twin sister and their little brother taking turns blowing their sibling like pros. I swear porn stars couldn't look so enthused. No, no they were doing it because they actually loved it and not because it was some sort of dare or because they were forced to in any way.

Obviously the next questions crossing my mind were how far had they gone? How long had they been doing this? Was Stacey still a virgin, or was she already a whore?

I can't even believe I thought of the word "whore" when thinking of my beautiful young daughter, but I did. I mean the evidence was there before me, but on the same note my middle finger was now shoved as far up inside my own cunt as it could possibly go without breaking my wrist!

I could tell Stacey was naked because as she moved around the chair all I saw was a blur of skin, but I couldn't see any details like how big her tits had become or even if she had started growing pubic hair even though I knew she had started having periods.

Up until this point there wasn't much in the way of sound other than slurping and some intense moaning on all parts, but then I heard in the background. "Kids, get up it's time for school!"

Oh my god it was me! Not only was it me calling to wake them up, but it was me this very morning! I remembered having just made batter for the waffles we just finished eating. I remembered how I broke a dish and then I heard the crash of that very dish breaking and then I yelled. "Shit!"
That's when the kids all sparked into action and started clambering to get dressed. Stacey ran naked to her room and the boys tossed their clothes on like they had rehearsed it a million times. It looked like my yelling "shit" made them think I saw what they were doing.

Admittedly I didn't get much done that day. I sat there for hours going through Jake's porn collection masturbating and loving it I might add. I have to admit too that Jake has good taste when it comes to guys and no; I wasn't mad at any of them. I was shocked at first, but only shocked. You see Paul and I are... and always have been very sexually happy. We considered ourselves still quite young, liberal and experimental when it comes to sex.

We were after all only fifteen when we first got pregnant and we even had to cross state lines in order to get married... with our parent's written consent of course.

They on the other hand weren't so happy. I can't even go into the arguments both of our sets of parents went into. I mean there were dishes and fists flying, but neither of them would even consider me getting an abortion. That just wasn't in the cards for either of our families, but that was over twelve years ago and I sure never wanted to emulate our ridiculous parents by flying off the deep end with my own kids.

This left me three hours to ponder how I should handle this new revelation. I'm sure anyone could imagine how my mind surged with a mixture if emotions. On the one hand having lost one child one could understand how badly a mother would do anything to protect her remaining children.

True I was sexually stimulated over what I had witnessed, but I fully understood the risks involved with them not only doing what they were doing, but doing it so publicly on the internet. Thinking rationally though; the video I found was not on the internet. It was located in Jake's video collection. It is possible that they recorded it for the internet, but I found it hard to believe that they would be that stupid.

Finally I couldn't deny how adorable the three were and the fact that Jake is so obviously gay at the very young age of ten made me just quiver because honestly I've always wished he would be. Or rather I always wished I had a gay son.

No kidding, I've always fantasized about having a gay son. There's just something so exciting about the whole idea. I've even considered raising Jake as a girl, but this was always something I kept as my own little secret. Not even Paul knew of this secret fantasy even though he once confessed to me that when he was in middle school he blew almost every boy in his class. Needless to say that was a deal breaker when it came to deciding if he would be the one to break my cherry, but again I kept that to myself as well.

I've even allowed Paul to continue his extra marital affairs with other men. When most men would go golfing or bowling, I allowed Paul to head to the gay bars or adult book stores twice a week just so he could blow off some gay steam and once a month we both would go out end up at a friend's house for an orgy where we enjoyed a grab bag of uninhibited sexual pleasure.

As I said, Paul and I were always liberal when it came to sex. There was a period of time when we've been involved in even more depraved kinky adventures such as bondage and... Well, you get the picture.

We even frequented a nude beach before we moved away from his parent's home into our own. We simply moved too far away from any beach to make the drive reasonable.

Thinking about it saddened me that we didn't at least continue our nudist activities, but over the years and because of convenience we just didn't peruse the idea any further. Our lives had become too hectic and we foolishly wanted to conform to the more conservative neighborhood we'd moved into, but the massive and multiple orgasms I had that morning made me realize just how much we've denied ourselves. Yes I've already decided that some things have got to change.

Chapter 2

Before leaving the computer I turned off the screen saver to insure that the kids knew that I was able to view the things they were doing and for extra measure I returned to the video roulette site and minimized it just like it was.

I made sure that there could be no doubt I was in their rooms by removing the items I originally went in there for. This wasn't an eye opening declaration that I knew what they were doing. It was just meant to indicate that it was possible I had seen something they didn't want me to. Still, I left everything so that there could be a reasonable doubt I seen anything at all.

Next I set to work on preparing dinner. Normally Monday's would be leftover night, but I wanted to fix the family's favorite meal, so I started making chicken and dumplings. I make the best chicken and dumplings even if I do say so myself.

While the chicken slowly stewed I noticed the clock and it was just about time for the familiar squeal of Jake's school bus breaks. He was still in elementary, so he rides a differnet bus.

I went to the front window and waited. I watched with baited breath because I wanted to get a fresh perspective as to how much Jake had grown. It's funny how time goes by so fast and yet so slow that we as parents don't realize just how many changes take place in their kids and I'm not talking about how tall they suddenly get, but how cute, beautiful and sexy they blatantly become.

Sure enough the big yellow bus rolled up and that sound the bus makes is like fingernails on a blackboard. In fact I almost wanted to run out and tell the driver to get those damn breaks fixed, but then I decided I like knowing when it comes around.

I watched as those double doors opened and seconds later Jake jumped down waving goodbye to everyone which brought me in mind of change number one. I hadn't realized just how popular Jake was in school. I remembered back when I was going to school and whenever I left the bus I never even thought about waving to my friends. Good for him.

Watching him walk up the concrete path with fresh eyes was really something. He still had some of his baby fat. He wasn't obese or even chubby, but he did have some chunk left from his baby fat. I then imagined how his twin sister might have looked at his age and I could actually see her in his joyful steps which made me inhale deeply.

He quick-stepped to the door and when he entered he shucked his backpack and said. "Hi mom."

"Hello there handsome." I responded.

He did look at me suspiciously, but didn't say anything else. He just smiled and ran up the stairs with backpack clunking on each step.

Normally I would hear shuffling and rumbling as he settled in and I did hear what I assumed was his backpack hitting the mattress, but then there was silence. Seconds later I heard him yell. "Mom!"

"Yes dear?"

"Were you in my room today?"

"Yes dear I threw out some of your old clothes." I wanted him to suspect something was wrong, but I didn't want him to know for sure. There was no further response, just more deafening silence.

Moments later the middle school bus came along and I watched as Steven and Stacey along with some neighbor kids stepped out. They however showed no interest in them. They simply walked side by side to the house.

I noticed too that Steven and Stacey's cheeks had thinned and even though Stacey was talker than her brother they looked almost identical. I also took note how Stacey's figure was maturing. Her breasts were clearly budding and her hips were getting more pronounced while her brother's ass was definitely perky and round. Beautiful, just beautiful!

As they stepped inside I mentally argued with myself whether or not to get Stacey a training bra. I mean why not let her tease the boys for as long as she can?

Steven was wearing board shorts and didn't show much in the crotch department, but when he moved in different ways I could almost make out where his cock pressed against the loose fitting thin white fabric.

"Hello you two." I beamed.

They both looked at me in some degree of confusion. It's not often I greet them so lovingly and I never wait for them at the door, so I knew I was doing a good job.

"Hi mom." They both said simultaneously and then Steven took a sniff.

"Is that chicken and dumplings I smell?"

"It sure is." I boasted.

"What's the occasion?"

"No occasion."

"Something's up." Stacey whispered to her twin.

"Nothing's up." I protested. "I just felt like chicken and dumplings tonight. Don't you?"

"I always want chicken and dumplings." Steve perked and then they too ran up the stairs.

The next thing I heard was Steven cringe the words. "She what?"

I couldn't hear what Jake was saying because I guess he was whispering, but then Steven bolted out of their room and down the hall to Stacey's room and then both ran back to the boy's room.

"No, no don't think that." I heard her say.

To be honest I was thrilled. This was even better than I had imagined and just one more hour and Paul would be coming home and the real fun would begin even though I really didn't know exactly how Paul would react.

All I had to do now was keep my tone exactly where it was, so I set about fixing the salad and setting the table humming along with the Elton John CD playing on the stereo.

I lightly danced just a couple joyful swirls around the table setting the good china down I looked up to find all three of the kids staring at me like I had lost my mind. "Oh hello kids... Do you want to help me?"

Steven looked so confused, but he glanced at both siblings nodding. "Um yeah sure mom. We'd be happy to help."

This in itself was particularly unusual because normally their chore would be to set the table and here I was not only doing it myself while dancing, but asking if they wanted to help me?  Just another nail in the coffin I suppose, but I was enjoying the torture I was putting them through. Ain't I a stinker?

After the table was set WITH the good china AND the candelabra no less I set about adding the dumplings to the pot. You have to be careful just when you add the dumplings or they just disintegrate as they overcook.

"Um mom?" I heard Stacey quiver.

"What?"

"Need any help?" I could tell she wanted to ask something else, but changed her mind.

"Well you could get the serving bowl down for me."

"The serving bowl? Don't we normally just fill our plates from the pot?"

"Not tonight. We're on our best behavior tonight. I want to surprise daddy." Then I turned to face her and winked. "I'm feeling a little frisky tonight."

I knew I never talked to her this way before. Sure the kids knew their dad and I had sex, but never had I expressed myself in such an obvious sexual overtone and boy did her eyes show it. Her nose crinkled and she let a distinguished "Ewe!" escape which made me laugh.

Just as the dumplings firmed up I looked out the kitchen window and saw Paul's car pull into the garage. "Boys light the candles please."

"Ok mom!" Steve said.

Stacey and I filled the serving bowl and she helped me carry the filled salads bowls in and set them on the plates. Paul came in the back door as usual and took a sniff.

"Chicken and dumplings?" He asked giving me a kiss.

"Uh-huh... Why don't you go wash up for dinner?" I asked looking at his filthy hands. "Honestly I don't know why you can't wash up before you get in your car." He shrugged and headed to the downstairs bathroom.

Really he's the foreman of the factory; he has no reason to get dirty. All he has to do is bark out orders, but every night he comes home looking like a pig. He even wears a white shirt and tie. I simply never understood that and I don't understand how he keeps his clothes so clean when his hands get so dirty.

"So, how was work today?" I asked his back as he peed WITH the bathroom door left wide open I might add.

"Pretty good. The mill broke down today, but I fixed it." He said zipping up and stepping to the sink to wash his hands.

After he washed his hands he started to reach for the towel, but I stopped him. "Not yet!" I barked. He looked at his still dirty hands and returned to the sink.

I carried the filled serving bowl to the table and set it in the middle next to the candelabra. The kids were already seated around the table still looking very nervous and confused.

Not a word was spoken all through the salads. I just kept seeing sheepish eyes looking up at me and when they saw me look they would dart their eyes back down to their food. God I was loving this!

Breaking the obvious tension Paul spoke up and asked while placing his salad bowl aside. "Ok what's going on?"

"Nothing." I said and just as the kids let out a sigh of relief I added. "I noticed Jake is taking after his old man.

"Wow so?"

"Well he seems to be very popular with his school mates and I think he's showing some of your middle school talent."

"My middle school talent?"

"Yes you remember telling me about the skills you picked up in middle school don't you?"

Now all eyes including Paul's were lost in confusion. Paul sat there and I could just see the gears in his skull turning trying to remember while the kids all looked on not knowing what the hell I was talking about especially Jake.

Obviously Paul wasn't catching on so in frustration I made the quote end quote motions with my fingers and winked. "Your talent."

That's when a spark came to Paul's eyes and he perked up looking at Jake. "Oh really?"

"Yep." I nodded. "Just ask Steven."

He looked back at me in total shock and then he looked at Steven who sat there with mouth gaping.

I could see in his eyes that he had a notion of what I was talking about, but in no way did he want to admit it. Even his head started swaying back and forth as if denying it without words.

"Is he good?" Paul asked.

"Good at what? I don't know what mom's talking about."

"You don't?" He asked now looking at me.

"He knows." I smiled knowingly.

"I swear I have no idea."

"Well..." I sighed reaching for the chicken and dumplings. "Why don't we finish eating?"

The panic in each of their eyes as they nauseously picked at their food was priceless. They just knew I was onto them, but none were willing to show it. Paul on the other hand seemed giddy and even had seconds, but the conversation was put on hold till the table was cleared and the kids were dispatched to washing the dishes.

This was my opportunity to take Paul by the hand and lead him to the boy's room where I knew the kids could hear us because their bedroom was just above their heads. I turned on the computer and said. "Sign onto your user account."

He did and I clicked onto his master folder and clicked onto Jake's documents. Then I went into the picture folder and let Paul explore. I was almost afraid that Jake would have deleted any evidence of his secret hobby, but he hadn't.

Paul marveled over his youngest son's huge collection of boys with gaping eyes. "And I collected baseball cards at his age." He snickered.

"They didn't have the internet back then Paul."

"He's only ten." He said in shock.

"How old were you when you started noticing boys?"

He snickered and said. "I guess all my life."

That's when I clicked on the videos folder and showed him the family videos. Paul looked justifiably enthralled as he watched his youngest son engulf his older brother's cock and then his eyes widened even more when Stacey came into the picture.

"What do you want to do about this?" I asked.

Still unsure about how I felt he asked. "What do you think?"

"I love it." I perked.

"You do?"

"Yes."

"Still the question remains. What do you want to do about it?"

Then I gave him a devilish look and said. "Let's have some fun."

With a stoic look he shut off the computer and stood up. "Lets."

We walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where three sets of frightened eyes waited for a hammer to fall. The dishes were in the washer and the counter was clean and all three stood there expecting the worse. There was no more doubt in their faces as to what we were on about and so we didn't pretend.

"Your mom and I have weighed the evidence..." Paul said. "You have got quite a talent there Jake. Ok everyone in the living room."

That's when tears started falling and each took turns in protesting their innocence. "It was all a joke."

"We can explain."

"We were just fooling around."

When we got in the living room Paul and I sat on the love seat and expectantly motioned with our hands. "Let's see."

"See what?" Stacey asked.

"Well... Let's see what you're so willing to show everyone else except your own parents." I injected.

"What; do you mean here- now?" Steven asked in disbelief.

"Right here- Right now- Stacey close the shades."

Still the tears flowed freely, but I calmly stated. "We're not mad at you and you're not in trouble."

"We're not?"

"No!" I laughed. "We just want to see what you've been up to."

Shakily Stacey did as she was told and closed the front window shades and then she returned to stand beside her brothers. Again we indicated wordlessly for them to begin, but they just stood there dumbfounded.

"Well.. Strip." Paul said.

Reluctantly Steven began by slipping out of his jersey. When he did that; Jake was far more confident in removing his. He even dropped his shorts just as bold as you please. This made it apparent that Jake was a little more of an exhibitionist than I had ever imagined. For sure he was far more relaxed and comfortable than his older siblings. In fact he stood there completely naked even as Stacey hesitated in even touching the hem of her shirt.

"Go ahead Stacey." Paul coaxed her. "It's ok."

Eventually all three stood there naked as you please even though it was obvious that the older two would rather have been anywhere else but where they were and what they were doing.

"Steven, have you ever fucked Stacey?" I asked.

All three looked at me in total disbelief that I had actually used that word in its proper context. Sure we said the word in anger, but always when we lost control like when Paul would hit his thumb with a hammer or when he and I would fight; which rarely happened, but using the word fuck as in actually fucking? That was completely off the wall and unexpected.

"No." He flatly denied.

"Stacey is that true?"

"Yes."

"Has anyone ever fucked you?" Paul asked.

"No."

"Ok. Continue."

"Continue what?" Steven asked.

"Let's see a show. Do what you normally do."

With that Jake needed no further coaxing. He dropped to his knees and scooted over to where his brother so nervously stood. I could see the hunger and lust in his beautiful eyes as he reached up and gently started coaxing his brother's flaccid cock to hardness, but even as it started to inflate he leaned in and welcomed it in his young warm mouth.

"Oh he does love cock; doesn't he?" Paul gleamed.

"Yeah he does." Steven now swooned in ever relaxing delight leaning his head back and now breathing through his mouth.

"Well Stacey?" I grinned.

Stacy was the picture of loveliness. Her breasts were indeed budding. Not that they were large enough to need a bra, but there was obvious perkiness and her areolas were getting wider and I might note that her nipples were sticking straight out. 

Tentatively Stacy too knelt down and started fondling Steven's luscious looking hairless ball sack. It became obvious that cock play was still relatively new to the girl.

"Steven how long has Stacey been in on the act?" I asked.

"About a week."

"Ah-huh?"

"She walked in on me and Jake."

"I see... and how long has he been sucking your dick?"

"Oh god... I don't know." He grunted.

"Have you reciprocated?"

"Huh?"

"Have you ever returned the favor?" Paul asked.

"No." Again he grunted.

"Why not?"

Steven looked down almost in dismay. "What?"

"Well he does it for you. Why haven't you done it for him?"

"Because that's gay."

"I see. You know gay isn't a bad word. I like sucking dick myself."

"You do?"

"He sure does." I giggled.

This news I think totally blew Steven's mind. I could see him trying to picture his dad with a big fat chubby in his mouth, but just couldn't wrap his head around the whole idea.

"Come here." Paul ordered almost sternly, but when he tried to step forward Jake had an unrelenting clasp on his adolescent junk like a fish on a hook.

"Jake let go." I said.

Reluctantly he released that which so captivated him and I felt a little more than sorry for the boy. I completely understood his fascination for dick fore I too felt the same way.

When Steven got to within arm's reach Paul slowly raised his hand tenderly cupping the boy's lovely scrotum just like he held him when the doctor handed him over after Steven was born.

Paul was mesmerized and to be honest so was I. Just like in the video Steven had started gaining in girth, but not so much in length. It was stubby looking, but absolutely adorable.

"Look at this." I said in awe as I fingered his downy pubic hair. It really was sparse in thickness, but a few longer and darker hairs stood out from the rest. I pinched a small cluster between my thumb and forefinger and gently pulled them straight up mentally measuring his longer strands as the shorter ones started dropping free.

"God that's beautiful." Paul gasped.

Paul couldn't hold off any longer. I watched as his face drew ever closer to Steven's cute member accepting it in his loving mouth. Again Steven's breath escaped his mouth as he leaned his head back in sheer pleasure.

Jake and Stacey drew closer to get a better view of their own father blowing their brother so adoringly and it wasn't long before Steven could do nothing but lurch from the now uncontrollable orgasm his dad was giving him. I don't know what it felt like, but watching that urethra pulsating with jet after jet of youthful cum told me that it had to feel amazing.

When the climax subsiding Paul released the young dick with a clear crisp click of his lips almost insuring it was squeegeed dry. He leaned back and unbuckled and unzipped his pants to pull out his own much larger and thicker cock. "Your turn."

Steven didn't offer up verbal resistance. He did roll his eyes; not in protest, but in acceptance and got to his knees between his father's. He reached out and fisted the huge member and with slight hesitation, licked up its length. He looked at it for a moment mentally debating the word gay then bravely dove down taking as much of it in as he could.

Even with his fist wrapped tightly around the bottom half of his father's thick shaft I could see his young cheeks expand with the shape of that massive cock and completely fill his mouth. I could even make out the outline of Paul's head molding Steven's cheeks.

"That's it boy. Now work that cock like you know you want to." I heard deep rumbling voice grown in almost evil ecstasy. Only after all eyes turned towards me did I realize that grumble came from me which sent me into an unassisted orgasm. "Oh god YES!"

It was from that point on that all inhibitions were wiped away and any feelings of taboo had completely vanished. The living room had become a free-fall of supple skin vying for position in a pile of naked bodies. In moments my fingers lovingly feather touched every inch of skin my family possessed.

I even watched on as inches away from my own nose Jake lapped at his sister's or any girl's snatch for the very first time. He and I even took turns as I explained where her clit was and how to get the most of it. 

Just as he was getting the hang of it Paul grabbed him by the hand and pulled him away saying. "That's no job for you."

He then cleared the coffee table and made his youngest son lie down hoisting his chunky legs so his feet rested on Paul's shoulders. Then his father got to his knees and spit in his hand and I knew what was coming next.

"Do you think he's ready for that Paul?" I asked praying his answer would be yes.

"Ready or not it's going to happen."

With his meat now soaked in his own spit Paul leaned in and expertly guided his gland to Jake's tiny sphincter. We all watched in close up awe as the large gland divided those round butt cheeks.

I looked in Jake's eyes and was amazed to find him only biting his lower lip and releasing only a short grunt of discomfort. Then as his father's thick shaft made his round butt cheeks ripple from being so widely stretched apart. He released a steam of hot breath and he leaned forward to witness for himself his dad driving that unbelievably large thing all the way home. Seeing that he had all of his dad's huge cock embedded inside him he rolled his eyes back and rested his head on the table allowing his dad to do as he will.

Oh the pride I felt in the boy overwhelmed me. Perhaps it was the loss of his sister that made me want this; I don't know. I wondered if she had lived would I feel the same or would it even matter. In any event I was content and from the look on Paul's eyes as he plowed his youngest son, so was he.

"God that's hot!" I heard Steven say which drove me to my next action.

Without saying a word I grabbed Stacy and laid her on the floor next to the coffee table where her father could watch while relentlessly fucking her baby brother.

I spread her legs and dove in and started licking her almost hairless slit applying as much saliva as I could. I wasn't really eating her out as I was getting her ready and when she was wet enough I pulled Steven down by the wrist.

Steven needed no further instructions. He moved in as I aligned his cock to his twin's opening till his head had disappeared between her folds.

He looked at me as if insuring it was ok and when I nodded that it was ok he lowered himself seeding his dick well inside her. When Stacey whimpered I knew she was tamed forever. Her seal had been broken and her own twin rightfully took the prize. Once a rhythm was set they lovingly kissed just as they should.

As for me; I watched on as my kids shared in a very loving, cherry popping fuck fest. I watched on as Paul filled his youngest son not once, not twice, but three times with his hot steaming cum. I watched on as Steven gave several great performances rutting his twin sister and she had thrown some pretty strong orgasms his way as well. I only briefly considered the possibility that he could get her pregnant, but instantly decided (Who cares?) I walked around them all relishing in a new and vibrant family touching each of them with my long nails and fingertips envisioning our new exciting future.

Then when all energy had been spent and four bellies heaved from exhaustion, I herded them all to my king sized bed and as Paul and I held up the sheets and blankets they all tumbled in. When they were all huddled together Paul and I lowered the blankets over them and went back down the stairs to enjoy a much needed cocktail.

No, I didn't need fucking because I was completely satisfied. All my wildest dreams and fantasies had come true. Sure we needed to move and start a new secluded and anonymous life, but it was well worth it.
