A story of sexual discovery by young twin girls and
their older brother. Their mother also becomes involved
when she catches them at it, and eventually teaches the
kids what it's all about. (Fbgg, ped, family-inc, mast,
oral, 1st)
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Chapter 1
(The following events started a few years ago.)
It was a warm Friday in March, after a rough morning
dealing with obnoxious clients I decided to take the
rest of the day off. A glass of wine and a nice long
soak in the hot tub would make me feel like a whole new
woman.
During the drive home I reflected on my life, things
that had happened since I graduated school. How I
enjoyed getting my law degree, meeting my husband and
all the fun times we had together. Unfortunately, just
thinking about John really got to me; I deeply hated
the egotistical controlling bastard.
For the first few years of our marriage everything was
just fine, we both worked hard and there were lots of
parties and social events we both attended. John had
been so kind, so gentle, never a day went by without
one of us wanting to have sex.
Then came the day when I found out I was pregnant,
things sure went down hill after that happened. John
wanted me to keep working after the baby was born; I
wanted to stay home and be just a mother. When I was
growing up both my parents had to work, I didn't want
that kind of life for my kids. John and I argued and
fought about it for the next six years.
We had been happily married for two glorious years when
I finally gave birth to a son that John wanted to name
Michael, I wanted to name him Arnold after my favorite
actor (how I loved watching the Terminator movies),
Anyway, I gave in to John and our son was named
Michael. Little Michael had blue eyes and flaming red
hair, just like me. A year later John decided all by
himself that we needed to have another baby so that
Michael would have a brother (John insisted that I
would have another boy, he didn't even give a thought
that I might have a girl).
Well, it happened, I had twins, girls, and was John
ever pissed off about that. I had their names already
picked out and was looking for-ward to naming them (I
figured that since I had given birth to two beautiful
girls that he wouldn't care one way or another what
their names were. Boy was I ever wrong about that!).
John declared that they would be named Sally and Susan
after two of his favorite aunts. That dumb son-of-a-
bitch never once thought about my feelings, all he
cared about was himself and his image and of how his
family would be seen by all his friends and co-workers.
Anyway, when Michael was six years old and the twins
were four, John and I finally had enough of each other
and we split up. The divorce was very bitter and
hurtful for me, but in the end I finally got full
custody of the kids and was able to keep the house
along with an extremely generous alimony payment and
child support. What a relief! After eight long years of
marriage I was so damn tired of all the fighting.
Over the ensuing next seven years I really didn't date
very much and when I did manage to have a date it
almost always didn't end as I'd thought it would, it
seems that all the men I would meet were all after the
same thing, sex, sex, sex, while all I really wanted
was to have a caring relationship and a friend. Then,
of course, when the man I seeing found out I have three
young children, he would disappear like a thief in the
night and I would never hear from him again. Like I've
always said, men think with the wrong head and the
other one doesn't think.
Michael, my oldest, is twelve years old, he's five foot
and weighs ninety-seven lbs., he has light strawberry
red hair and lovely blue eyes and a cute little face
lightly covered with light red freckles. He's in the
sixth grade and not really into sports but instead he
likes to read or watch television, he's a real
bookworm.
Susan and Sally, at the tender age of 10 are starting
to turn into lovely young ladies. They both have long
silky flaming red hair they usually like to wear in a
ponytail that reaches halfway down their backs. Both of
them have china blue eyes and inherited my 'peaches and
cream' complexion. Both are four foot nine and about
eighty lbs. Like their brother, both the girls like to
read a lot. Oh, I forgot to tell you that Susan and
Sally are in the fourth grade.
Anyway, I finally arrived at home and parked my car in
the driveway, I didn't feel much like taking the time
to open the garage door and put-ting the car away, I
thought that later after I had a chance to rest I could
always come back out and do it. I was definitely
looking forward to getting out of my work clothes and
taking that long soak in the hot tub and a glass of my
favorite wine. By this time my feet hurt so badly from
the new shoes I had worn to work that I reached down
and took them off, oh boy that sure felt good!
I walked up the sidewalk and opened the front door,
stepped into the hall, placed my purse on the table by
the door. After picking up the mail from the floor I
started to make my way down the hall toward the kitchen
to get my glass of wine when I heard the sound of
giggling coming from the direction of my daughter's
bedroom. Curious, I turned around and walked up stairs
and down the hall to the girls' room. I thought to
myself that the girls' would most likely be playing
with their Atari or playing games on their computer or
something just as entertaining. Just before I reached
the door to their room, I heard Susan say...
"Well... I... I don't know, I still think it really
looks kinda cute though." then she gave another girlish
little giggle.
"Ya... an' jus look how it wiggles an' moves... an'
see... it's gettin' bigger too." This I heard my Sally
say with what, to me, sounded like awe in her young
voice. Then I heard her say, "Dare ya ta touch it."
There was a brief moment of silence and then I heard
Susan say to her sister, "Ok, jus watch, I'll do it.
I'm not a scaredy-cat wuss like you."
Now, standing outside their bedroom door, I must admit
that I was curious to know what they were doing in
there, so instead of my just walking in like I normally
would do, I slowly pushed the door open 'til I had
enough room to peek around the edge of the doorframe to
see what was going on in their room. Damn, I was so
surprised at what I saw that you could've knocked me
over with a feather!
There sat Susan on the edge of her bed, while in front
of her stood my son Michael with his sister Sally
kneeling right between them, looking at her brother.
All three of them were as naked as the day they were
born! I could see all of my son's young naked body. I
noticed his pale hairless chest and flat tummy, his
skinny arms and legs, how his waist still had that
child/boy look to it and how his... my God, he had an
erection! It stuck out from his hairless crotch for
what looked like five or even six inches and it was as
big around as an extra-large cigar.
then, while I was looking, I could very clearly see a
shiny drop of clear pre-cum form at the shiny reddish
pink tip of his penis. As I watched, Susan slowly
leaned forward and lifting her hand, she reached out
for my sons' visibly throbbing erect penis as if she
was going to touch it. Then, as I watched from behind
the door, I saw the tips of her slim young fingers
gently brush against the end of his penis and as they
felt along its length and slowly made their way down to
where his testicles.
Well, let me tell you, I immediately decided right then
and there that I'd better do something to stop this
'show and tell' session the kids were having that I was
watching take place right in front of my eyes. These
are my children, my innocent little babies; they're not
old enough to even be interested in such things like
this, much less to even doing them, besides, it's just
not really right, after all they're brother and
sisters. Stepping into their room, I loudly cleared my
throat to get their attention; all three of them must
have jumped nearly a mile. There they all three were,
busted, caught red-handed (and buck naked too).
"Just what-the-hell do you kids think you're doing?" I
asked with a cross tone to my voice.
"Mamma" said all three of them at once. Susan, swiftly
yanking her hand back from her brothers penis like she
had just been burned, There was Sally looking up at me,
a very obvious guilty look on her sweet angelic face,
and then there was Michael, there he stood, red-faced,
his young hands quickly reaching down to cover his now
rapidly wilting semi-erect penis, just standing there,
frozen in place like a rabbit caught in the headlights
of a car, looking as though he wanted to run and find a
place to hide as fast as he could.
There I was, standing in the doorway looking at them,
seeing all sorts of various emotions flowing across
their young faces, it was interesting to watch.
Clearing my throat once again I sternly replied, "I
said, just what-the-hell are you kids doing!"
"Ah..., ah... ah... we... ah..." gasped Michael, barely
being able to croak out the words.
"Noth... nothing mama... we're just... just..." replied
Susan.
Looking at my very naked children, I managed to calm
myself so that the next words I spoke didn't sound so
harsh to their young ears. "Michael, Susan, Sally, I do
know what you three were doing, I'm not blind or dumb."
Slowly looking at each of their faces I added, "So
there's really no reason for any of you to try and fib
to me."
Reaching down, I picked up my son's favorite orange
sweatshirt from off the floor, holding it out to
Michael I told all of them: "Now, all of you will get
your clothes back on." With that, I tossed Michael's
sweatshirt at him, the poor kid just barely managed to
catch it and still manage to keep his damn crotch
covered.
I stayed standing right where I was and as I watched
closely they started to put their clothes on, and I
found myself thinking. My sweet precious little angels
were actually doing what I had seen them doing, little
angels, ya right, little devils are more like it! Now
what do I do?
At last the three of them were standing in front of me
fully dressed. Looking at my son, I said, "All right
Michael, you go to your room and you sit on your bed,
don't you even dare move, you just sit there and you
think about what you three were doing and how very,
very wrong it was. I'll be in and then I'll deal with
you just as soon as I finish having a talk with your
sisters."
With obvious fear in his young voice, my son very
quietly replied, "Yes Mamma."
Pointing at the open door, I told him "Now young man!"
As he left, I followed behind him and slowly closed the
bedroom door after him. Turning around and looking at
the girls, "Both of you, Sit!" I commanded, pointing at
Susan's bed.
Thinking to myself as I walked over to the girls' desk,
I really just can't believe what I found these two
doing in here with their brother, damn, now what am I
going to do about this, how to handle it?
I grabbed the chair and placed it right in front of
them. Sitting down on the chair I realized that I'd get
some truthful answers out of them if I didn't yell at
them and instead were to keep my cool. Drawing in a
deep breath I asked, "Ok girls, now tell me, just how
did this... this... nonsense get started?"
With salty tears rapidly rolling down her sweet pretty
face, Susan replied. "Oh Mamma, I'm sorry, it... it...
was all my idea, please... please don't get mad at Mike
an' Sally, they just went along with it."
"This was your idea Susan, not your brothers?" I asked.
I was incredulous that it was my sweet little girl who
had asked her brother to do this 'show and tell'; I
would've been much less surprised to have learned it
was her older brother's idea. After all, that's
something that I would have expected from a boy of
twelve and entering into puberty, all those new
feelings and emotions being fed by the hormones now
being re-leased in his young body.
"Yes Mamma" replied Susan quietly. "Mike really didn't
want ta' do it... but I... I talked him inta' doin'
it."
My dear sweet daughter just sat there on her bed and
hung her head in shame, the tears continued to stream
down from her blue eyes and flow slowly down her face
to drop onto her shirt, slowly forming spots that were
turning her shirt semi-transparent and making her
prepubescent nipples begin to harden. I wanted so badly
to take her in my arms and tell her I forgave her for
what she had done, however I knew I shouldn't and
couldn't do that, at least not yet.
I had to find out the because of what I had seen the
three of them doing earlier. I asked her "Why on earth
would you ever want to see what your brother looked
like naked and then to even allow him to see you naked,
and finally, on top of that you go and get your
innocent sister involved in all this nonsense as well?"
Keeping her head down and sobbing she slowly told me.
"Ah... well... momma... we just got ta' fooling around
some an..."
Lifting her chin so she could see my face, I said to
her "listen to me Susan, you can just stop right there.
I know you to well; I can always tell when you're not
being honest with me." Removing my hand from her chin,
I sternly added. "Now young lady, let's start over from
the beginning and this time you'll tell me the whole
truth!"
Chocking back tears that I knew were swiftly trying to
overflow and run down her face Susan quietly stuttered
out. "I-I... was talkin' ta my friend Jenny today at
school during recess, an' an' she told me all 'bout
this cute boy that she really, really likes a lot an'
an' she told me 'bout how she got him ta go over ta her
house after school 'cause her mom an' dad weren't
going' ta be at home. She then told me all 'bout how
she then got him ta show her his... you know, his...
thing... Jenny then told me how really neat an' cute
she thought it looked an' how she even touched it an'
an..."
"You mean his penis." I asked. "She touched his penis."
"Yes Mamma, his... his... penis."
"Go on Susan, then what happened then?" I was floored,
her friend Jenny's the same age as my Susan and here
she was telling my innocent daughter all about how she
was doing sexual things with a boy, hell, neither of
them is even into puberty yet.
"As I was walkin' home from school I got ta thinkin'
'bout all the things Jenny had said 'bout her seein'
his... thing an'... an' I started ta get these weird
funny tingly butterfly feelin's in my tummy."
Glancing over at her twin sister she continued. "When I
got home I was feelin' so... so... excited, I guess
you'd call it, that I went an' told Sally 'bout these
tingly feelin's, an' how it was all I could think of
was what Jenny told me 'bout her seein' a boys thing...
ah, penis. The more I told her 'bout what Jenny had
told me, the more I thought to myself how it'd be so
cool ta actually get ta'... you know... to do it... see
a boys... penis. Anyway, Sally told me she'd never seen
one either an' my tellin' her all 'bout it had her
feelin' all 'funny' inside too, an' how she thought
it'd be way cool ta get ta see what one looked like
too."
As Susan finished saying this, I looked over at Sally;
she replied, "Honest Mom, I never have seen one before,
we was jus' talkin' bout boy's... things, what Jenny
said they look like an' stuff." Looking down at her
feet, she very quietly continued. "Guess we kinda got
carried away, huh?"
Looking at them both, I very quietly said. "Yes, I
guess you both did. So, now, please tell me, just how
did the tow of you manage to get your brother to get
mixed up in all of this?"
Slowly my sweet Sally replied. "Well, as we were
talkin' 'bout what Jenny had told Susie we both heard
Mike come in the house an' we could hear him goin' to
the kitchen. We listened really quietly an' then we
heard him get somethin' from out of the fridge an' then
we could hear him come upstairs an' go ta his room."
Glancing at Susan, she continued. "I don't know why,
but I jus' up an' asked Suzie if she really wanted to
see what a boy's... penis looked like an' she said,
"'course I would. Silly, wouldn't you?"
Reaching out and gently taking both their small hands
in mine, I looked at them both and said. "That still
doesn't tell me how you got Mike to get involved."
"Well..." said Susan "Sally told me she had an idea,
she said Mike's a boy an' he's got ta have one, bet ya
we could get him ta' show it ta' us like you told me
'bout how Jenny got her boyfriend ta' show her his, an'
then I bet ya maybe he'd even let us get ta touch it
too."
Wondering how my two sweet little angels could get
their older brother to actually show them his penis, I
gently asked, "And?"
Looking up at me, Sally continued. Well, ah... I... I
went ta his room an' asked him if he wanted ta' come
ta' our room for a minute 'cause Suzie an' I had
somethin' important we both wanted ta' ask him 'bout
an' then I told him that if he did that we had
somethin' he'd probably for sue really want ta' see
'cause we thought he'd think it was way cool."
"And then what happened?" I asked.
"Well, Mike followed me back ta' our room an' came in
an' asked us what's so darn important that we had ta'
bother him 'cause right now MTV was 'bout to start on
TV an' he didn't want to miss seein' his favorite group
'cause they was gonna do his favorite song today an' he
didn't want ta miss it."
"Go on." I said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
As I watched, a blush started below the neckline of
Sally's' t-shirt and quickly spread up and over her
whole face, as she continued, "Well... I asked him if
he thought we were pretty, an' he said 'for dorky
little sisters, you're ok I guess.'"
"Anyway, then I asked if he'd ever seen what a girl
looked like an' he said, 'duh, what a dumb question, of
course I have dork, I'm lookin' at you two aren't I?'.
I said, "No dummy, I mean have you ever seen what a
girl looks like without any clothes on?"
"What did your brother say then?" I asked. I just sat
there listening to her tell of how her and her sister
got the 'show and tell' that I interrupted started and
it was all I could do not to jump up and yell at them
for doing such an evil, wicked, dirty thing, Steeling
myself so that didn't happen, I clasped my hands
between my knees and took a deep breath as my daughter
continued her story.
"Mike said that he'd never seen a naked girl an' how it
was probably no big deal either 'cause girls were just
pests and all they wanted ta do was chase boys and try
ta get them ta kiss them and he thought that was yucky
and he'd never let some dumb girl do that to him. An' I
told him that if he'd let us both see him naked an'
show us his thing, we'd show him what girls looked like
naked an' he could see our things as well. He was real
quiet for a minute and I thought he was gonna turn
around an' leave when he looked at both of us an' said
'you want to see me naked? So you can see my, my
thing'?"
Susie said, "Yea, you know... your thing... and she
pointed to it." Raising her hand, pointing at my lap,
Susan showed me how she had pointed to her brother's
crotch. "He got this kinda funny dreamy look on his
face, turned all red an' said 'you guys, you uh, you
mean you, you both want to see my... my weenie?'"
"Sally looked him right in the face an' she told him
'yea Mike, if you'll take your clothes off an' let us
see what it looks like we'll both take our clothes off
an then show you... our... our pussies'."
"He looked at us for a bit, an' said, 'I, I guess, if
ya really wanna.'"
I was absolutely floored; my daughter had convinced her
brother to get naked and show her and her sister his,
his penis. Jees, I didn't see my husband John's penis
until our wedding night; I grew up with four brothers!
I knew that nothing even remotely like this had ever
happened when we were kids, at least not that I knew
of. This was so unreal! Sitting there looking at my
girls, I finally managed to very calmly ask them.
"That's how it started?"
"Yes Mamma." They both quietly replied, their heads
bowed in shame.
Wondering if I was in a dream or even worse, a
nightmare from which I couldn't awaken, I asked Sally
"so now tell me, who took their clothes off first?"
"Mike started to unzip his pants but Susie stopped him
an' told him that he had ta take all his clothes off so
we could see him naked an' see his weenie really good
an' we'd both do the same an' he could get a really
good look at us too. He said 'uh... ok... I guess... I
guess that's fair'. While he was undressin' we took our
clothes off too."
By this time my mind was in a total whirl, I wasn't
sure what I should do. Here I was facing a real problem
with my kids, how do I deal with this? I mean this is
really some very serious stuff, if I don't handle it
just right then I'm going to have a real problem on my
hands. I just knew that this isn't something I can
sweep under the rug or make light of. This is something
that can have consequences that last the rest of my
children's lives. Not to mention to mine as well.
Looking at my daughters, I realized that I needed some
time to think about what they had told me. Besides, I
still needed to hear Mike's side of the story.
Motioning my girls to move apart from each other a
little, I stood and sat between them.
Placing my arms around them both, I said: "Girls, I'm
very upset about what you've done here today and I need
some time to think about it before I decide what to do.
Ok?"
Looking up at me with tears in her eyes, Susan very
softly said. "Ok Mom." Her sister did the same.
Giving them a small hug to let them know that I still
loved them, I stood up, walked to the door of the
bedroom when a thought popped into my head. Turning to
face the girls, I told them. "Both of you are to stay
in your room, you will do your homework, and then you
will both get ready for dinner. After you have had your
dinner, you'll both come back here, you will study or
read, but there will be no television. As of right now,
you're both grounded, there'll be no friends over to
play, no phone calls to or from your friends, no
friends coming over to visit and you're both to come
right home immediately after school gets out. Bedtime
is 8:30 and I expect you both to get your baths and to
be in bed by then, also there will be no talking with
each other after you are in bed – understand?"
"Yes Mamma." ... "Ok Mamma." Replied both my girls.
With that, I turned around and walked out the door and
pulled it tightly closed behind me.
Chapter 2
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Standing outside the door to my daughters' room, my
heart beating a mile a minute, feeling like my whole
world was spinning, I decided I really needed that
glass of wine I'd thought of having while I soaked in
the hot tub. Hot tub! Right! Not after what I just seen
and heard, the wine – yes! – I really needed that.
Getting a glass from the cupboard, looking at it, I put
it back; take out a large water glass, opening the
fridge, I take out a bottle of Boone's Farm. Pouring a
full glass, I sat at the table, taking a large gulp; I
tried to decide what to do. My babies, my beautiful
babies, I couldn't believe it. Yet, I had seen it with
my own eyes. When they were little and it was time for
baths, the girls would bathe separately from their
brother. I was always careful to make sure my babies
were never exposed to each other's naked bodies.
My sisters and I never saw our brothers without
clothes, they never saw us either, or our parents. We
were taught nudity was bad; to see a person naked was a
sin. Sex; forget that, any kind of sex outside marriage
was a sure ticket to hell, even kissing. It wasn't
talked about in our home. Oh sure, Mom had a talk with
us as we came of age and began menstruating, that was
so we could learn about periods, what caused them, what
to do to take care of our 'monthly'. Mom explained the
birds and the bees to us; she made it clear that kind
of behavior was for after we married, sex was only so
we could have children of our own.
Yet, it wasn't as if I'd never thought about sex as I
was growing up, I did, I'd often wonder what it'd be
like to have a man make a baby in me. There were times
when my sisters and I would talk about sex and boys
when we were alone, but none of us ever did anything
with a boy. One time we found a couple of Playboy
magazines in a trashcan at the park, we took them home,
kept them hidden so Mom and Dad wouldn't find them,
we'd look at the pictures of naked women. We'd take
turns reading the stories and letters to each other,
they were pretty good stories too. But to actually have
sex with a boy, no way!
I entered marriage a virgin, John really opened my
eyes, and he taught me there's more to sex than making
babies. There's passion and pleasure too. I loved it!
However, old patterns die hard; I couldn't bring myself
to talk to my kids about sex. It was like my mother was
looking over my shoulder telling me it was wrong.
Oh, God, what am I to do! I have to talk to Michael
about what I'd seen. I can't do that! It's hard enough
talking to the girls about it. Now I had to talk to my
son! God, I wish John were still part of the family;
he'd know what to do. He'd be the one to talk to
Michael. Damn him anyway!
I finished my wine, looking at the glass in my hand I
let my mind float, remembering my childhood.
The chiming of the clock pulled me out of my reverie.
I'd been sitting there for the better part of an hour.
I'm feeling sorry for myself when I need to be talking
to my son. Better get this over with, nobody's going to
do it for me. Besides, he probably thinks I'm going to
leave him sit-ting on his bed until he dies an old man.
Putting my glass in the dishwasher, I went down the
hall to his room. As I passed the girls room, I had a
thought; turned around, opened the door and went in.
There they were, sitting at their desk doing their
studies like good girls I had seen so many times
before. Stopping what they were doing, they looked up
from their books, a questioning look on their faces.
With a smile I told them, "Girls instead of fixing
dinner tonight lets have a pizza, how's that sound to
you?"
"Good idea Mom," replied Susan.
"Ok, after I talk to your brother we'll order from
Dominos, get the works." Turning around, going out the
door. I added, "You get to order, get something for
dessert."
Chapter 3
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Well here goes. Opening the door to my sons' room, I
could see he'd fallen asleep. Walking over to his bed I
noticed he's turning into quite a young man. Sitting on
the edge of his bed so I wouldn't wake him, I studied
his face. How he's growing, why I can see his face is
starting to look more adult. From what I'd seen
earlier, I knew he'd lost all his baby fat, his body
starting to undergo changes that'd make him a man. Not
a handsome man, but a good-looking one.
Shifting my gaze the length of his body, I could to see
he had an erection. My God! I thought. Even getting
caught with his sisters the kid still has an erection!
It was forcing the front of his Levis to push up as if
they had a tent pole in them. I just bet the little
monster is having a dream about his sisters right now.
I don't know why but I couldn't drag my gaze from my
sons' crotch.
My breathing was rapid; my heart was beating a mile a
minute. Not only that, I was getting that wet, slippery
feeling between my legs that told me I was getting
aroused. Aroused... wait a minute, that's my son!
Mentally yelling at myself, Stop it! Stop! This is
sick, evil, and a sin! Shaking my head I thought Faith,
remember why you're here, how this all came about. Pull
yourself together girl. Taking a deep breath, not to
mention a last look at my sons' bulging crotch I gently
shook his shoulder.
"Mom?" queried Mike, slowly opening his sleep filled
eyes.
"It's ok Mike, sorry I took so long."
Sitting up on his bed, putting his pillow behind his
head, he said, "I'm sorry Mom, I really didn't mean
too"
I couldn't help myself and asked, "What, fall asleep or
get an erection?"
"Huh?" he looked down. "Oh shit... I mean... crap..."
Looking at me, his face turning all sorts of colors he
added. "Mom, I, I'm sorry... I'm... I'm dead, really
dead aren't I?"
I couldn't help it, the look on his face and the way he
was struggling to hide his erection struck me as funny,
and I burst out in a good laugh. Maybe it's a way of
dealing with stress from earlier.
"It's ok honey." I told him. "I'm not mad at you for
cussing, I'm not mad at you for getting an erection
either, that happens." Looking at him, I noticed tears
well up in his eyes. Motioning him to sit by me, I put
my arms around him and pull him to me. "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to laugh, it's just the look on your
face... it struck me as funny, I couldn't help it."
Holding my son, I could feel the warmth of his body
next to mine; it felt as if he'd been lying in the sun
for hours. It felt so good to hold my baby in my arms
like this. I could feel his young arms wrapped around
my middle, his arm gently grazing the bottom of my
breast. His face gently resting against my shoulder, I
could feel his breath across my neck. Oh, it felt so
good to be held like this... the feel of my body get-
ting all flushed and warm like his... my nipples hard
and the ... Wait! No! Not again, this is wrong!
Pulling away, I manage to control myself, hoping he
didn't realize the hug I'd given him was more than the
hugs I'd given through out his life, I asked "tell me
what happened, just take your time, ok"
Once again, my son turned all red as he replied. "Gee
Mom, it's kinda embarrassing." "More embarrassing than
having your mom find you and your sisters naked or just
now you with an erection." I asked.
Looking at the floor and if possible, blushing even
more he muttered. "Well... no... that was terrible."
Not bothering to raise his eyes to look at me, I heard
him say. "When... I got home I was thirsty so I went
and got a coke and went to my room because I wanted to
see MTV. My favorite group was going to be on and I
didn't want to miss them." Wiping a few tears from his
eyes, he continued. "Before I could turn TV on I heard
Sally calling me to come to her room, she said
something about wanting me to see some-thing really
neat." With a sob in his voice, he added. "I went and
they were sitting on Suzie's bed and I asked them what
it was they wanted me to see, Sally told me they wanted
to see my... my... ah..."
"Your penis?" Nodding his head, he confirmed. "Yea,
that." Placing my hand on his knee, giving it a small
squeeze, I said. "It's ok Mike, you can say penis, and
I've heard the word before."
More sobs came forth as he answered "they wanted to see
my... penis, that they'd show me their..." "Go ahead,
you can say it." I said. "Their... pussies" he
whispered.
With that, my son broke down crying in earnest, tears
rolling down his cheeks as if somebody had turned on a
faucet. I sat there patting his knee and let him empty
himself. After a few minutes, the tears slowed and he
managed to regain control. As gently as I could I took
his face in my hands, wiped tears from his face, and
said, "It's ok sweetheart, go on."
"Oh Mom, I don't know why... I, I just, just did it, I
mean I've never seen what girls look like, some of the
guys at school are always talking bout girls pussies
and boobs... ah, breasts, and other kinds of stuff, I
just wanted to see. I know it's wrong, but I really
wanted to. It's like I couldn't help myself, it was so
exciting; I was going to see my first naked girl. It
just didn't seem real, like I was dreaming. Susie told
me to take everything off and they would too. Wow Mom,
it was too much. I had to do it. It was so cool; I
never realized girls were so pretty, it's kinda weird
too cause they're my sisters, I couldn't help looking
and... and... then the weirdest thing happened."
"What's that?" I asked.
"My, my penis, it, it started to get bigger, that's
never happened before, the more I looked the bigger it
got."
"Never happened?" I asked. "No Mom, not ever in my
whole life," he replied.
"Go on." I couldn't believe it, never before, never! My
God, he's twelve; didn't most boys get erections before
then? I thought they did, at least I was pretty sure
they did.
"Susie was starting to reach out like she was going to
touch it, and that's when you caught us."
"That's all?" I asked. "Yes Mamma," he replied.
My son just sat there. Wow, it's getting warm in here!
Wait, it's not the room it's me! I have to get out of
here; I'm starting to get those feelings again. I
realized my son was turning me on. I was getting horny!
Standing up, I could see he'd stopped blushing, he
still had that other problem, and he was still erect!
Oh, how I wanted to kneel in front of him, take his
penis, and feel its hardness in my hand; it's been so
long... Turning away from the sight in front of me, I
walked over to the door to his room, turned and said.
"I'll tell you the same thing I told your sisters." He
sat on his bed, keeping his face turned to the floor as
I continued. "As of right now, your grounded, there'll
be no friends over, no calls, you'll come right home
after school. In addition, there will be no TV in your
room either. I want you to stay in your room, do your
homework. I'll call you when dinner is ready; we're
having pizza from Dominos." With that, I left his room,
closing the door behind me.
Chapter 4
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My son, my beautiful little baby boy...Leaning against
the wall, my legs shaking, feeling I was going to
faint, I draw in deep breaths of air. Leaning there, I
feel heat leaving my body, radiating off me in waves. I
could feel my juices as they leaked into the crotch of
my panties, God; they felt soaked. Gathering myself
together, I move to my bedroom. Once there, I collapsed
on the bed and just lay there.
Good hell, what a day this'd been, first a bad day at
work, this thing with the kids, the topper of them all,
me getting horny! Not just your everyday regular horny
or even the frustrated kind of horny I've gotten used
to over the years, but an incredibly, lustfully,
raunchy kind of horny for my own son! My Son! All the
years I've been divorced I've never been this
aroused... aroused... hell, I'm down right horny...
horny enough to take on a platoon of dicks and still
want more. All because of my son! My son! Oh, my God, I
can't believe what I was thinking of, it's not only
wrong, it's immoral, it's a sin, and it's, it's incest!
A mother shouldn't be having thoughts about her child.
Child...the kid's not a child, not after what I saw
earlier. Not only when I saw him naked, but in his room
when I saw his erection pushing up the front of his
pants like a wild animal wanting to escape its cage...
Stop it! Just stop it! Faith you've to get a hold of
yourself! You can't! Come on girl get a grip, come back
to reality, you're going to make yourself sick you keep
going on like this! Even worse, you might actually make
yourself crazy!"
With these thoughts and others running through my
brain, I decided to take a hot shower and let it relax
me.
The shower did help, I felt much better, like I had
control again. Once I got dressed I realized I was
hungry, not hungry, but starved. Looking at the clock I
discovered it was 7:15! Good hell, I must've fallen
asleep!
Thinking to myself, I left work at noon, home at 1:00,
and the deal with the kids... the kids! Damn, the kids,
I'll bet the poor things are about starved.
Rushing to the girls' room, I told them I'd fallen
asleep, might be a good idea to order that pizza I'd
promised them. I told Susan I'd leave some money on the
hall table, she could pay for it when it arrived.
We had dinner, sat in the family room and watched a
movie on Sci-fi channel. I had a couple more glasses of
wine, started to feel pretty mellow. When the news came
on at 10:00 I told the kids it was bedtime, they came
and gave me a kiss goodnight on the cheek, then went to
their rooms.
Going to the kitchen I poured a glass of wine, went
back, sat down to watch the news. Once the news was
over I decided I'd call it a night. Noticing my empty
glass I made a trip to the kitchen, filled it up, went
to my room and got ready for bed. Once in bed I
finished the wine, curled up for a much-needed sleep...
What's that saying? I remember hearing it when I was a
little girl. Oh, yea, it went something like this...
...To sleep, and perhaps to dream...
...to dream, the dreams of loves long lost...
...to wake, only to find reality...
...is but the nightmare of ones' own desires...
That's always stayed with me. It has more meaning to me
now than it ever did before. It sure describes my life.
What a nightmare it's be-come... a nightmare I couldn't
wake up from. Reality is something we make for
ourselves, each our own version of it. However, unlike
the dreams and nightmares we have when we're sleeping,
reality we can't wake up from, it must be lived
everyday of our lives. For me there's the cold reality
of an empty bed and an equally empty place in my heart.
A place that longs to be filled, but can never be, my
reality I created that night after discovering my
children playing 'show and tell'.
I'm sure you've played the game 'what if'. We all have
one time or another. You know how it goes... what if
I'd done this, what if I'd done that. I do that many
times every day; I can't help it, I just do. If only I
could go back and live life over, maybe not my whole
life, I'd gladly give anything to be able to do that.
"...ummm...oh God, baby... ummm... I love... ummm...
your cock... tastes so... ummm... good... ummm... love
your juices... ummm... ummm... ooooh... I'm hot baby...
I'm so fucking hot... so fucking wet, my pussies
soaking wet baby... give it to lover... fuck me... Do
it, shove your hard cock in me... go deep my love...
oh... oh... yes... fuck me... yes, oh, deeper baby...
deeper... ooooh... hurry... fuck me hard... pound it to
me... ooooh... harder baby... fill me with your cum...
oh, oh... pump it baby, pump it... I need it bad... God
it... it feels... so good; your cock, beautiful cock...
so fucking good... so big, so hard... don't stop...
I'm, I'm almost, almost there! Aaaaaahh baby!"
Huh, what, crap, oh shit, what a fucking dream?
Throwing back the covers, I sit on the edge of the bed.
My heart beating rapidly, I'm soaked in sweat. Shit, I
haven't dreamed like that in a long time! Dream, hell,
it was fantastic. It was so good I orgasmed in my
sleep. I could feel the wetness between my legs.
Looking down I could see my nipples were enlarged and
when I touched them, they hurt.
Getting up, I went to my bathroom and sat on the
toilet. I needed to pee bad, must've been the wine I
had at dinner, after dinner too. Feeling my bladder let
go, I gave a sigh of relief, after all, there's nothing
like a good pee. After giving my crotch a good wipe, I
disposed of the used paper and flushed the toilet. As I
stood at the sink washing my hands, I could see myself
in the mirror, God, I look a mess! I was all sweaty and
my hair looked like a rats nest.
Stripping off my sweat-soaked pajamas, I climbed in the
shower; let the water work its magic on my body. The
feel of the water coming from the massage head gently
caressing my back was absolutely heavenly. Slowly
turning around, feeling the water massage the front of
my body, I reached for the bottle of bath soap,
applying it in smooth light motions gently rubbing up
and down my body, I begin to feel the tension flowing
from me.
Stepping out, I dried myself off, slipped on white
cotton panties and donned an old pair of pajamas.
Deciding I was now wide-awake, I made my way to the
kitchen where I started to pour a glass of wine. You
really don't need this. So instead, I took a coke from
the fridge and went to the family room.
Sitting down in my recliner, I pulled the lever on the
side, pushed back and stretched out. Taking a large sip
of the coke I began to review the events of the
afternoon.
As I lay there, I could picture in my mind the sight of
my children as I looked into their room. The twins
naked, their young prepubescent bodies just beginning
to blossom to womanhood, the buds of their breasts on
their flat chests barely sticking out, giving the hint
of what their breasts would become, their rosy pink
nipples stretched taunt their lovely smooth crotches
still barren of pubic hair, yet with a puffy fullness
that spoke volumes of the changes taking place down
there as well.
Michael, his adolescent body standing in front of them,
fully revealed, his engorged manhood in a state of full
sexual arousal, Susan slowly reaching out to grasp it
in her hand as though it was the most delicate of
objects.
What if... what if I hadn't stopped them let her
continue, touch it, caress his penis, and hold him?
What would they've done? How far would they've carried
their game of 'show and tell'? Did I do the right thing
or was I wrong to have stopped them? Oh God! What if by
stopping them I've now done damage to them, damaged
their way of thinking about sex? So they think of it as
dirty, something to be ashamed of! What kind of mother
am I? Was I wrong, was I right, I just don't know!
Taking a sip of coke, I shook a smoke from its pack;
placed it between my lips, reached for the lighter.
Flicking the lighter to life, I brought the flame to
the unlit end, gently sucked the cigarette causing
flame to touch tobacco, setting it burning. Replacing
the lighter, I deeply in-haled, enjoying the taste of
the smoke flowing into my mouth. There's something
deeply satisfying about a smoke, it's as if the smoke
flowing into my lungs has a direct effect on my brain.
It stimulates me and helps to get my thoughts
organized.
I over reacted that's all, they're just little kids
bodies begin to change
about each other
something like this, it's only natural
surprised is all
they could've actually been fucking
would I've handled that one? If I'd actually caught
them 'doing it', 'fucking', what would I've done?
These thoughts and more made their way through my mind
as I sat there and smoked my cigarette and drank my
coke.
Imagine what it would've been like, Michael making love
to one of his sisters, his hard penis thrusting in and
out of her virgin vagina, pumping away in it like a
jackhammer. Her young legs wrapped tightly around him,
holding him tight so she could feel him thrusting deep
into her. Her hands clutching at his back, her nails
digging furrows in his sweaty back, her hips hungrily
thrusting up at him, trying to merge into his, her
moans of pleasure filling the air, his grunts and
groans growing louder and louder as he nears release.
Ouch! Fuck! Shit! Damn, I burned myself; spaced out,
let my cigarette burn down to its end and it had singed
my fingers. That really hurt! Stubbing the remains in
the ashtray, I inspected the chair very carefully for
any sign the cherry started something burning. Finding
nothing, I gulped down a couple of large swallows of
Coke as I went to get some ice from the freezer to cool
my burned fingers.
Ooooh, damn, that feels much better. What a stupid
thing to do.
Returning to make sure there wasn't something
smoldering in the chair I mentally chastised myself.
God, Faith, you're really dumb; you could've set the
house on fire. Searching again, I could feel there
wasn't any sign of heat anywhere in the chair. Thank
God! No harm done. Just scared the crap outta me is
all. Hearing the clock start to chime, I paused,
listened as its melodic tune filled the night
air...Bong, bong, bong, three o'clock, damn! I better
get back to bed get some sleep.
Walking to my room, I thought I'd peek in, see if the
girls were all right. Opening the door to their room I
could see they were asleep in their beds. Twin beds for
my twins! They look so cute, just like little angels.
Chapter 5
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Sally had managed to kick the covers down revealing her
naked body from the waist up, I moved to the side of
her bed, as gently as I could so I wouldn't disturb her
I pulled the covers back up, gently tucking them in
around her. How can she sleep like that, so nice and
sound, like nothing even happened? Lightly touching her
cheek with my lips I stood up, made my way back to the
door, turning I took a last look at them, closed the
door behind me, being careful to close it quietly as
not to wake them.
Moving across the hall to Michael's room I had to
stifle a yawn. God, I guess I am tired. I'll take a
quick look to make sure he's ok then I'll hit the sack
myself.
Opening his door I could see the curtain covering his
window was open, allowing the streetlight to illuminate
his room with a soft yellow-orange light. Looking in, I
see my son had his room in its usual state of affairs,
a mess. Clothes scattered on the floor, the dresser,
even the foot of his bed. Comic books, schoolbooks,
library books all over the place, there on his
nightstand sat an empty coke can amid several empty
glasses and a few crumpled up Kleenex. Shit! How can he
live like this, I thought as I stepped in and bent over
to pick up his jeans from the floor. The girls don't
let their room get like this.
Putting the jeans on a chair I continued to pick up,
when I had all of them from the floor and dresser, I
moved to the foot of his bed. Reaching for the shirt
that was laying there, I noticed he'd tossed about in
his sleep, his right leg sticking out from under the
covers from mid-thigh on down.
Looking at it, I could see the beginning hint of hair
starting to cover it. Real fine and light colored, like
the fuzz on a peach. I couldn't help myself; I had to
do it. Reaching out I lightly touched his leg, so
smooth and soft. I could feel the fuzz lightly tickling
my fingertips as I slowly moved my hand back and forth.
It felt like I was stroking a fine piece of silk, so
nice, so beautiful. I could feel the warmth of his
skin; it was like being in front of a fire that's
burned down to embers, comfortable but not hot, just
right. Kneeling at the side of his bed, I continued
stroking his leg, his beautiful leg, gradually moving
my hand further and further up its length until I felt
the rough touch of the sheet on the back of my hand.
Up to this point, I'd managed to control myself. But
now with my sons' leg exposed and me stroking it, I
lost it. I had to have more, more of this male, this,
this, boy! I had to do it; I had to look, to see again
that which I had seen earlier in the day. His penis! I
had to see if it was as I was picturing it in my mind.
Slowly raising the covers, I carefully lifted them,
pushing them to the other side of the bed. I was
holding my breath, I didn't want him to wake up, find
me doing this. I kneeled at the side of the bed and let
my breath come out in a silent gust of relief, so far,
so good.
Making myself comfortable I turned my gaze to his
crotch. God! I thought. He's not wearing shorts! This
is perfect; I won't have to chance him waking up by
having to take them down. Oooh, it's all shrunk up,
poor little thing! Not quite what I'd expected, but
still, it did hold my attention. Even flaccid his penis
looked great. Not the large 'tool' I had seen earlier
all hard and erect, but still nice to look at.
I leaned in, took a closer look at his crotch, I could
see every detail of his penis and testicles. The
wonderful smell of a males' crotch wafted up to my nose
filling my nostrils with his masculine odor. Ever since
John, this was the smell I could never get enough of,
just as he could never get enough of my scent. I've
always associated this smell with sex, wild,
passionate, lustful sex. This scent coming from my son,
filling me with its aroma was enough to drive me over
the edge.
I carefully sat down next to him; I could look down at
his crotch. God, he looks so good, so very good.
His penis was limp, soft, looked to be no more than an
inch and a half or two inches in length, its crown
covered by his foreskin, his sparse curly red pubic
hair surrounding it like a downy nest. And nestled up
by its base lay two small pink eggs I knew to be his
testicles.
I found it so exciting, so beautiful; I sat there
letting my eyes drink in the sight. As I did so, I
could feel my nipples begin to ache with need, my body
sending signals I could feel speeding their way to my
pleasure centers, the dampness as my juices started
their flow from inside my vagina.
Oooh, so beautiful! I muttered. I've got to feel it,
just once.
Reaching out, I lightly caressed the length of his
penis with my fingertips. I could feel the skin, it
felt just like velvet, all soft and smooth
moved! My caresses caused it to twitch. Looking to see
if he was waking up I held my breath and thought, No,
don't wake up, not now, not yet. Watching carefully, I
could see he's still sleeping, his breathing regular
and deep. Yes my darling, that's it, keep sleeping.
As if they had a mind of their own my fingers once
again began running up and down his penis. In
fascination, I watched as his penis began to lengthen.
As it did, I could see the foreskin slowly pull back
and reveal its secret, his crown, all pink and moist.
Twitching more and more, like a snake withering in
anger, it continued to grow and rise up from its nest
until it reached its full length.
Four and a half maybe five inches not as long as I
thought, not bad, not bad at all. I muttered. As I did
so, I saw a shimmer of light at the tip of his penis.
As I watched, the shimmer took on shape, swelled to
reveal it to be a drop of pre-cum. Slowly it made its
way from its birthplace, slid over the crown and
dripped onto my sons' belly. Doing so, it was quickly
followed by another and yet another gleaming drop of
precious liquid.
The sight transfixed me; it was awesome to see his pre-
cum flowing freely from the tip of his penis, just the
sight of it causing my own juices flow from me like a
flood. By now there was a steady flow of the stuff
coming from his penis onto his belly so it formed a
pool, a pool that glistened and shimmered in the glow
from the streetlight. I could see it move ever so
slightly as he breathed in and out.
My fingers still dancing up and down its length slowly
approached his dripping font, running the tip of one
finger lightly around the glans to its underside; I
slowly brought it up, captured some of the liquid. It
felt warm, wet, and slippery, like baby oil. I couldn't
resist, bringing that dripping finger close to my face,
placing it under my nose I breathed in its scent. Ummm,
that smells sooo good.
Oomph, what! Jerking my hand away from my face, sitting
up, I looked at Michael; he hadn't moved and looked
like he was still asleep. Then I felt it, something on
my lap, looking down, I saw the cat; she was curling up
making herself at home. Damn, Bouncer. I whispered. You
scared the shit outta me.
Fuck! What was I thinking; I better get my ass outta
here before he wakes up and finds me like this. With
this thought I dumped the damn cat off my lap, stood
up, pulled the covers back over my sleeping son and
made my way to the door. Turning around, I looked
around to make sure everything was as it should be.
Yes, no problem. Stepping out into the hall, closing
his door behind me, I made a dash for my bedroom.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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