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The Chaperone Blues
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Claire's life is on an even keel. She's got a good job 
and two great children. There's no man in her life, but 
then she doesn't think she needs one. Everything is 
going along just fine... until she agrees to chaperone 
the football team on a trip out of town. She learns 
things about her children and herself, that will change 
everything. (MFmf-teens, ped, voy, inc, reluc, mast, 
oral, rom, preg)

***

Author's Comment: Life can be a time when everything is 
pretty much routine, and you've figured out pretty much 
what you think the world is like and... what you're 
like. And then something comes along to shake that 
world view up and everything just goes to hell in a 
handbasket. That's what this story tries to catch the 
flavor of.

***

Claire Richardson was excited as she boarded the school 
bus. She didn't take the time to examine that feeling, 
even though she was thirty-three years old and was on 
her way to a High School football tournament. She just 
enjoyed the thrills that were coursing through her body 
as she bounced up the steps and entered a tiny world of 
controlled chaos. 

The noise hit her like a falling wall as she turned the 
corner to face fifty-some-odd students, all of whom 
seemed to be shouting at the top of their lungs. Most 
of them were boys, a few of whom she knew because her 
son, Bobby, had brought them to the house for one meal 
or another, or because they had dated her daughter, 
Lori. 

No one seemed to notice her at first, though, whether 
they knew her or not. The boys were thinking about the 
upcoming games. The girls were clustered in little 
groups that cheerleaders always seemed to sort 
themselves into. They weren't exactly cliques, because 
the girls were a team of sorts too, but they had 
natural tendencies to hang with the other girls who 
were most like them. 

Had Claire stopped to examine the feelings coursing 
through her body, she might have recognized them as 
being remarkably like sexual feelings. She might have 
noticed that her panties were a little damp, and that 
her nipples had spiked through the cream colored silk 
blouse she should have known better than to wear to a 
sporting event weekend. But she hadn't had time to 
change after work. She was dressed for business, and a 
charcoal wool skirt slung to her hips, making the jut 
of her breasts seem larger than they actually were. 

She wasn't ignored for long. 

Had Claire examined the faces of all those teenagers, 
she might have noticed that a lot of the boys' eyes 
lingered on her as she waded slowly through the crowd, 
lugging her bag behind her, looking for her own 
children. Or she might have noticed the frowns of some 
of the girls as THEY noticed who the boys were looking 
at with that look in their eyes that made the girls get 
wary and careful. 

But it had been a long time since Claire had been in an 
atmosphere charged so heavily with teen hormones, and 
the spirit of impending "combat", and she'd forgotten 
how it affected a person. She'd shut away her own 
feelings for the last ten years after her husband had 
said two screaming kids wasn't what he had in mind as 
his future. 

Back when Claire was in High School, she had fought off 
all the boys, looking to her future and wanting to save 
her virginity for the man who she knew would sweep her 
off her feet. It was made more difficult by the fact 
that she was a cheerleader. She played the field in 
college too, but when the team won a big game, and a 
frat on campus threw them a victory party, she had 
perhaps one too many wine coolers. The star of the game 
was a boy named Denny, and he had convinced her to give 
him a kiss because they had won. 

Denny's kisses had set her on fire. Her resolve to stay 
a virgin seeped away like the fluid in her bottle when 
it was knocked over as he got her to lie down with him 
on a bed in a darkened room. 

And it HAD been glorious. She hadn't had any idea how 
wonderful a stiff penis would feel stroking the walls 
of her vagina and scraping along her enflamed clit. Her 
almost instant addiction to that feeling had led to her 
lying naked under him time and again. The fact that 
he'd knocked her up while they were both sophomores in 
college and that she'd agreed to marry him even though 
she liked several other boys more had been conveniently 
ignored when she found out the first boy to get into 
her panties had made her pregnant. She'd wanted to 
believe they were in love and nothing either of their 
parents had said against the marriage had sunk in. 

And, truth be told, things hadn't been so bad at first. 
But when he'd gotten her pregnant again within a year 
and the money troubles had started, and he'd had to 
take two jobs, and couldn't party with his buddies, 
he'd thrown in the towel. Claire had been left to 
finish college and raise Lori and Bobby by herself, 
with a little help from her parents now and then. 

So SHE was the one who had to take three jobs, and 
forego dating or any social relationships outside her 
jobs. And her determination had finally led her to find 
something she was good at. She'd taken an entry level 
job at a bank, and had worked her way up to being the 
manager of the loan department for the bank. Her 
single-minded devotion to her two children had resulted 
in success in the business world, and a comfortable 
living for them all. But it was at the cost of her 
social life, as she deflected the well meaning... and 
some not-so-well-meaning advances of the men she ran 
into in that business world. 

She knew she was beautiful and desirable. She 
cultivated that appearance, because it had helped her 
succeed in the banking business. She was aware that she 
was attractive, and that people saw her as a sexual 
being - both men and women - but she viewed that side 
of her as a tool, used only to seal a deal, and not to 
pursue personal enjoyment. Her fingers did for her what 
she thought her body needed occasionally, and she had 
grown so used to the convenience of being able to grab 
a quick orgasm now and then that she had unconsciously 
held herself aloof from any relationships with a man 
that might have been vastly more satisfying. 

It was almost an accident that she had met Coach 
Bondurant, or "Chuck" as he demanded she call him. She 
knew he was her son's football coach, because Bobby 
talked about him like he was a legend. But, when he 
applied for a loan to buy a house in Hillsdale, where 
she lived, and, because he was single and young, with a 
sparse credit history, his file was brought to her for 
approval. She had decided to meet him in person. 

That he was five years younger than she was something 
she noticed, but didn't dwell on. He had a good job, 
and, as far as she could tell, was good at that job, so 
she had approved the loan. Having been turned down by 
two other banks his thanks had been effusive, and her 
casual "You coach my son Bobby" had generated praise 
for her as a mother. 

That was what made her give him another look. Being a 
mother was her pride and joy. 

And that look had turned into a chat, and that chat had 
resulted in his solicitation for her to be a sponsor 
for the regional championships that the team was going 
to attend. When he explained that the team, along with 
their supporting cheerleaders, would be staying in a 
motel for several nights, and that adults were needed 
to chaperone them, and that the cheerleading coach was 
eight months pregnant and couldn't go, and that he was 
having a hard time getting a female to agree to come 
along for the ride, Claire made one of those snap 
decisions that she had learned to trust. 

She agreed to do it. 

There had been little time to plan or think about 
things before it was time to pack her bag and get in 
her Lexus to drive to the school. Bobby and Lori had 
already made arrangements and were already gone as she 
backed out of the driveway and drove to Hillsdale High 
School. She was thinking about trips SHE had taken as a 
cheerleader almost twenty years ago. She had seen what 
some of the cheerleaders did with the players when 
adults weren't watching. And she knew well what 
football players were like. "Denny the Derailer", her 
former husband, was a linebacker who had battered down 
her defenses as effectively as he battered down the 
defenses around the quarterbacks he sacked. 

She hadn't thought about Denny for a long time, moving 
on with her life. He dropped a card to the kids once in 
a while, but neither of them had ever seen him once 
they got old enough to remember him. They knew who he 
was, but had no real feeling for him. The three of 
them, Claire and her two children, had poured all their 
affection into their little family. 

Maybe it was the remembrance of that wild night when 
she lost her virginity... and got pregnant with 
Bobby... that re-awoke the emotions coursing through 
her as she boarded the bus that day. If so, she wasn't 
aware that she was excited in the same way she'd been 
excited that fateful night so long ago. All she knew 
was that she was excited, and she was having fun BEING 
excited. There hadn't been much excitement in her life 
for a long time. 

At any rate, as she bumped and jostled her way down the 
aisle of the bus, pushing past students, looking for 
her children, she looked like she felt. She was a woman 
who made the boys turn their heads toward her, admiring 
the thrust of her breasts through the silk blouse, 
including the prominent nipples that pushed through her 
thin Victoria's Secret bra. 

She saw Bobby and Lori sitting together in a seat 
toward the back of the bus and an even warmer feeling 
raced through her. They were talking to each other 
animatedly, obviously fond of each other, and that made 
her feel good. So many brothers and sisters fought 
constantly, but that was something she didn't have to 
put up with. 

And there were other students involved with them, 
leaning over the back of the seat in front of them, or 
standing beside them. They were obviously popular. It 
made her feel successful as a parent. 

Lori saw her first and smiled widely as she waved. She 
stood up and called out "Hi Mom!" 

As Lorie's voice pierced the cacophony of sound 
teenagers looked to see Claire making her way slowly 
toward them. She heard one boy say "That's your mom? 
Wow!" 

That simple comment, made by a boy young enough to be 
her son, caused Claire to blush. The compliment that, 
from an older man would have been shrugged off as 
normal, jarred her into thinking about her 
attractiveness in a different way than she usually did. 
There was a strange mix of emotions that flooded 
through her as she thought briefly about the irony of 
the fact that a mere boy's positive appraisal of her 
appearance meant something to her, while the same thing 
from a man would have been deflected like a poorly 
thrown pass. 

"Mom!" 

Claire's eyes darted to her daughter's face, which was 
showing a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Lori was 
looking at her mother's breasts. Claire looked down and 
saw immediately what Lori was embarrassed about. Claire 
had very prominent nipples most of the time, and they 
were advertising their presence plainly. 

The woman in her was proud of them. The mother in her 
immediately recognized that her daughter would think 
she was improperly dressed. 

Never mind the fact that Lori had inherited her 
mother's nipples and that she often showed hers off 
too. What Lori thought was fine for herself did not 
apply to her mother. 

"Sorry." said Claire to her daughter. She looked at 
Bobby who was also staring at her chest interestedly. 
There wasn't anything she could do about it now. If she 
covered the tips of her breasts it would only draw more 
attention to them. And she was used to men staring, so 
she decided to tough it out. "I'll change when we get 
there." she said. 

"I would hope so." said Lori, looking around. She 
counted at least five boys who were staring at her 
mother. The look on their faces was just like when they 
stared at her or one of the other girls. It was her 
first lesson in how an "older woman" could be a turn on 
for a younger man. She'd have never believed that her 
mother would draw stares and looks like that, even 
though she thought her mother was beautiful. The 
emotions she felt at that moment were distinctly 
uncomfortable. For the first time in her life she saw 
her mother as potential competition! That thought made 
her laugh. What boy would want her mother... really. 
She laughed. "Never mind. I'm being silly. You want to 
sit with us?" 

That sent another shot of warmth through Claire as her 
children, rather than being standoffish that their 
mother was there, welcomed her. There wasn't any place 
nearby to put her bag, but a boy offered to put it in 
the back with the other luggage, which was piled high 
on the last two rows of seats. 

By the time she sat down, Claire Richardson was an 
overflowing jumble of emotions, almost all of them 
pleasurable. She was immediately surrounded by boys 
who, for some reason, wanted to talk to her children. 
It made her feel young again. 

At least until all the kids started calling her "Mrs. 
Richardson." That brought her back to earth pretty 
quickly. But even then it was obvious she was being 
accepted by the kids, and that made her feel almost as 
good. 

She had barely settled in, squeezing Bobby and Lori up 
against the window of the bus when Coach Bondurant got 
on the bus. He called the role, and, when he had 
decided everyone who was supposed to be there was, he 
introduced her. 

"Mrs. Richardson has kindly agreed to chaperone this 
trip." he announced. "I know you won't give her any 
hassles... RIGHT?!" A chorus or 'RIGHT's was yelled out 
in that tone of voice that kids all use to let adults 
know they've said something stupid, even though they 
are expected to agree with it. Coach Bondurant went on. 
"AND, just so we all understand each other, Mrs. 
Richardson was a cheerleader when she was in High 
School, so she knows all the tricks. Don't think you're 
going to be able to game her, because you aren't." 

Claire wanted to giggle when there was a softer chorus 
of sighs that clearly indicated some hopes had been 
dashed, both male and female. The coach waved her 
forward and, as she left, she heard a boy whisper 
behind her. "Man Bobby, your mother is HOT!" 

There was a smack, as of a hand on an arm and Lori 
yipped "Shut UP Thomas." 

Claire just grinned and went up to talk with the Coach. 
He had saved a seat for them, it turned out, because he 
assumed she'd want to sit with him rather than the 
students. As she sat down she saw that his eyes were 
fastened firmly where every other male's eyes had been. 
He looked up and caught her... catching him. 
He blushed. "Sorry" he said. Then he smiled. "But I'm 
normal I guess. I hope you won't hold it against me." 

He sounded so sincere that she decided not to react as 
she normally would have reacted. "I suppose I could 
give you another chance." she said. "I didn't have time 
to change into something more appropriate." 

"Thank you." he said and, to her surprise, he sounded 
like he meant it. "Sit down and I'll show you the 
schedule and go over the expectations of the school 
board.

It never occurred to Claire that his thanks might be 
for more than just... another chance. 

He hauled out a thick three ring binder and flipped it 
open to a list of rules and policies that the board 
expected the team to follow on trips like this one. He 
was all business now. "You can read over these in the 
room tonight, or as we drive if you want." he said. 
Then he launched into explaining a matrix of lines with 
names beside them of all the schools that would be 
playing at the tournament, explaining how losses and 
wins affected lines that didn't have anything beside 
them. Claire began to remember how things worked and 
soon they were chatting about their chances of 
advancing, and his tactical plans. Claire loved 
football. It was one of the few sporting events she 
followed and watched on TV. That her children were 
like-minded made their weekends full of sports, both 
inside and out of the house. The bus started off and 
the noise level abated somewhat as kids began to 
cluster into smaller groups and have their own 
discussions. 

"So, other than enforcing the rules, what am I supposed 
to do?" asked Claire. The bus was bounding along on an 
uneven road now, and she saw Chuck's eyes drawn again 
and again to what she felt bounding up and down on her 
chest. To his credit he tore his eyes away from her 
breasts again and again, looking at the book, or at her 
face. She thought his attempts to make good his "second 
chance" were cute. He appeared to be trying to be a 
gentleman, at least. 

"Well, really, it mostly amounts to making sure the 
kids don't let their emotions get away from them... off 
the field." he said. "I mean they're kids and they do 
what kids have always done if they get the chance." His 
eyes strayed to her bouncing breasts once again. 

Claire laughed. "Well, if they're in separate rooms 
that shouldn't be so hard. 

Chuck didn't smile. "The boys know that breaking curfew 
will get them benched. But the girls sometimes don't 
care about that and try to sneak into the boys' rooms. 
And, of course, the boys who AREN'T involved won't rat 
them out to the coach, so we have to keep our eyes 
peeled." 

"Are there really that many problems?" asked Claire. 

"You were a cheerleader. Were there problems back 
then?" asked Chuck, not knowing her history, but 
assuming that such a beautiful and successful woman 
would not have any skeletons in the closet. 

Her response was confusing to him. First she took in a 
breath and didn't breathe it back out. Then she 
blushed. Then her mouth opened and closed several 
times. Finally she stammered "I see what you mean." It 
left him wondering about her past, but he didn't ask 
any questions. 

"We'll try to put their rooms as far from each other as 
we can." he said. Sometimes we don't have much choice 
in the matter." 

The rest of the trip, several hours, was spent in light 
conversation, during which both adults developed a 
respect for each other that didn't surprise them... and 
an attraction that did. 

The coach's words were prophetic, in ways he couldn't 
have dreamed. It turned out that all the other schools 
had arrived already. Several had taken more rooms than 
they had originally booked and, based on Chuck's 
preliminary room diagram, they were two rooms short at 
check-in. The motel manager was apologetic, blaming his 
staff for overbooking the motel. He called three other 
places in town, but if they went that route the team 
would be scattered all over the place. Fire codes 
prohibited more than a set number of people being 
lodged in a room, and, as they pored over the paper map 
the manager produced, it became clear that there would 
be one female and one male student left over after all 
the rooms were assigned. And that didn't take into 
account either Chuck or Claire. 

Oddly, the solution was offered by Lori, who came to 
the desk after being chosen by the team to find out why 
they were all standing around. When she found out the 
problem she said simply "Why don't we put Bobby and me 
and you and Coach in one room?" 

Chuck looked at Claire, and she stared back. It wasn't 
perfect, but it was a lot better than either of them 
had come up with. It was agreed that it was the best 
fix to the problem. 

The manager was all smiles then, until it was 
determined that, in one of the rooms, there was a bed 
missing. Investigation revealed that one bed had been 
broken the night before, so badly that it couldn't be 
used any longer and the maintenance staff had removed 
it. The remaining bed was a queen sized bed, but it 
wouldn't sleep four. 

Everybody else was assigned a room and told to return 
to the bus at a time specified for supper. In the mean 
time the manager scurried around, looking for another 
bed. He came back looking unsure of how his news would 
be received. 

"The best I can do is provide a mattress and linens," 
said the harried innkeeper. "I realize it would amount 
to little more than a pallet on the floor. I'm sorry, 
but there's nothing else I can do." 

"Don't you have a roll-away or something?" asked 
Claire. 

"I'm really sorry, but they're all taken." said the 
man. It became obvious that he had put more people in 
some rooms than the fire code allowed, but wasn't 
willing to admit it. 

Claire looked at her children and Coach Bondurant. 
"What do you think?" she asked helplessly. 

Chuck said "I'll sleep on the floor. It's no big deal." 

The manager fidgeted. He made it obvious he had other 
things to do. 

Claire, used to being in charge of things, said "OK, 
we'll work it out somehow. Let's just get in the room 
before somebody else comes along and takes it." She 
gave a dark look at the manager, who just shrugged his 
shoulders. 

"Of course we'll give you a discount." said the 
manager. 

"I would hope so!" barked Claire. 

When they got to the room a motel worker was already 
dragging in the mattress that would go on the floor. It 
was only a double. 

"We can't fit two people on that!" complained Claire. 
She remembered what it had been like in college, when 
she and Denny had shared such a bed. Back then it had 
been romantic, but this was a different situation. 

Once again it was Lori who suggested a solution. "Look, 
Bobby and I could fit on that. His stinky feet will 
hang over probably, but then they won't be under the 
covers where their smell will keep me awake." she 
grinned as her brother gave her a gentle shove. 
"There's plenty of room in the big one for two people 
to sleep and not run into each other." 


Claire wasn't overjoyed about this fix. "Couldn't Bobby 
and the coach sleep in the big bed?" she asked. 

"Mom." said Lori with exaggerated patience. "You 
wouldn't be comfortable sleeping on the floor and you 
know it. Bobby and I can share the little bed. Like 
coach said, it's no big deal." 

"But still, you two would have to be right next to each 
other." said their mother. 

"That's OK." said Lori. "He's not so bad." 

Chuck spoke up. "How about if Bobby, and your mother 
and I slept in the queen? That would leave the smaller 
bed for Lori. Bobby could sleep in the middle." 

Bobby laughed. "I like you coach, but not that much. I 
don't think I could sleep rubbing up against a man. I 
mean Lori's my sister, but I'd rather bump into her 
than a man." 

And so it was decided. There would be a male and female 
in each bed. By then it was time for supper and they 
didn't have time to argue about it any more. Claire 
couldn't even think about it as she tried to get 
through the pandemonium of feeding in excess of fifty 
kids, while busloads of kids from other schools 
competed for available seats and food. 

By the time the screaming kids piled out in the motel 
parking lot and began to straggle toward their rooms, 
Claire was so tired she didn't care who she slept with. 
She and Lori claimed the bathroom first. Claire sat on 
the commode while Lori showered and they talked about 
things in general. Then Lori dried her hair while 
Claire stood under the warm water. That water suddenly 
started going cold and she had to shut it off as she 
got goose bumps all over her body. She got out of the 
shower and dried off hastily, putting on the silk 
pajamas she'd brought to sleep in, not dreaming she'd 
have to sleep with anyone. 

She looked up to find Lori staring at her. "Aren't you 
going to wear a bra to bed?" asked her daughter. Claire 
looked in the mirror and saw that she hadn't dried her 
body all that well. And the cold had spiked her nipples 
again. They were making two damp points in the thin 
silk of her pajamas. 

"I hate to wear bras to bed." she complained. 

"Well Coach will love you in that outfit." said Lori. 

"Coach will be gentleman enough to ignore me," said 
Claire. 

"I wouldn't bet on that if I were you." said Lori. "I 
can't believe my own mother looks sexy in pajamas!" 

Claire looked at Lori, who was wearing a white T shirt 
and panties. 

Claire could see her daughter's dark nipples through 
the shirt. "You don't have much room to talk." she 
said. "You aren't wearing a bra either, and you don't 
look so shabby yourself in that. Surely you aren't 
going to let coach Bondurant see you in just panties." 

"I thought I'd be staying in a room with girls, Mom. I 
didn't bring things to wear for bed around men!" 

"Well you can't just show a strange man your panties." 
said the mother in Claire. "Wait here." 

Claire went into the room and asked the two men if 
either of them had a pair of extra boxer shorts or gym 
shorts that Lori could wear. Bobby dug through his 
suitcase and pulled out a pair which he threw to his 
mother. 

Even when Lori was dressed in the shorts Claire sighed. 
Her daughter was growing up and was beautiful. 

"You're still going to make their eyes bug out in that 
outfit." she said. 


Lori laughed. "This old thing?" She giggled some more. 
"Coach will be so busy looking at you he won't even 
notice I'm there." 


By the time Lori had helped her dry her hair and pull 
it back into a pony tail, Claire's nipples had softened 
and weren't so pronounced. She felt much better about 
going out into the room, where she planned on getting 
under the covers as quickly as possible. 

She wasn't prepared for the change in temperature 
between the bathroom, with it's fogged mirror, and the 
cool of the main room. By the time she'd taken five 
steps into the room her nipples were again proudly 
poking out. 

Lori was almost correct. When the two women walked into 
the room, both men looked at them. Chuck's eyes were, 
in fact, riveted on Claire, though he glanced at Lori 
too several times, his eyes looking like he was at a 
tennis match. He settled for looking at the ceiling. He 
and Bobby had been watching TV. He stayed in his chair 
and told Bobby to go on and take his shower. 

"There's no hot water left." warned Claire. "It ran out 
in the middle of my shower." 

The men took it like men and dashed in and then out of 
the shower quickly. Both wore gym shorts and T shirts 
to bed. 

It was odd being in a bed with another person at all, 
much less a strange man. Claire's emotions, which had 
already been on high alert, built even more. She 
couldn't sleep. As she lay there trying not to make any 
noise in the semi dark, here eyes adjusted to the light 
from the parking lot, coming in through the thin drapes 
over the motel windows. Her mind flitted here and 
there, remembering things. She could feel heat 
emanating from Chuck, even though there was a chaste 
fold of blanket gathered between them. It took her ten 
minutes to realize she was... horny. 

It took her ten more minutes to realize she wasn't 
going to get to sleep unless she did something about 
it. 

Ever so slowly she slipped her right hand down her 
stomach and under the waistband of her silk pajama 
bottoms. Her senses were heightened and anticipation 
made her tense as she felt the first strands of her 
pubes on her fingertips. She almost couldn't suppress a 
sigh as her finger split her labia, which were stuck 
together with the proof of her excitement, and her 
fingertip slid onto her engorged clit. She spread her 
legs automatically and her right leg bumped Chuck. 

She froze. 

Listening, she realized she could hear the smallest 
sounds... Chuck's slow breathing... the rustle of bed 
clothes from the makeshift bed her children were in as 
they moved in their sleep... voices from outside 
somewhere... the sighing of air as the wall unit in the 
room tried to pump warm air into the room. 

Hearing nothing that caused her to believe she'd be 
discovered, Claire pressed with her index finger on the 
little bump that was her ticket to sleep. She rolled 
her fingertip in a circle, playing with the protrusion 
and felt the thrills shoot through her that always came 
when she mauled the little lump of flesh. She went 
slowly, enjoying the way her passion built as she 
played with herself. 

She was perhaps halfway to her orgasm when she heard 
Lori's almost silent whisper "Bobby! Not now! Mom's 
right there!" 

Claire froze again. Very slowly she turned her head. 
Her hair was in her face, and she was afraid to lift 
her hand from under the covers to remove it. She could 
see through one eye the heap of covers that were her 
children. It was moving. There was a little sighing 
moan that was in a voice too deep to be her daughter's. 
"Please?" came Bobby's voice in a whisper. 

"You'll wake up Mom" came the whisper of her daughter. 
"You want her to know what we do?" 

"Nooo," moaned Bobby, "We won't wake her up if we're 
careful. You know how hard she sleeps. Pleeease? I'm 
sooo horny." 

What Bobby was referring to was the fact that, most 
nights, Claire took a sleeping pill. Her work was 
demanding on an emotional level, and the pill ensured 
that she'd get a good night's sleep to face the next 
day. 

But this night she hadn't taken the pill. She hadn't 
thought it would be necessary. 

There was silence, broken by the sound of what was most 
likely a kiss. It sounded like a long, wet kiss. Claire 
couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her own 
children? Kissing? And quite likely more than that?! 

Lori's voice still came in a whisper, but it was a 
breathy one, as if she were breathing hard. "Do you 
have a rubber?" 

"In my suitcase," was Bobby's equally breathy reply. 
"But I can't get up and get it. It would wake her up 
for sure," he moaned. 

"Mmmmm that feels good," sighed Lori. "But you know we 
shouldn't do it without a condom." 

"Wouldn't you like something more than just my finger?" 
he whispered. 

"We shouldn't do it without a condom," repeated Lori. 
Now it was obvious that she was breathing hard. Claire 
could hear her deep rapid breaths in the quiet of the 
room. 

"Just this once?" pleaded Bobby. 

"You always say just this once," said Lori. 

But Claire could hear in her voice that Lori was going 
to let her brother do it. She was going to let her 
brother slide his stiff young prick in her teenaged 
pussy, where it would spurt long sticky ropes of his 
potent teenaged sperm into her womb.


CHAPTER TWO


Claire tensed the muscles in her abdomen, and took a 
breath, preparing to sit up and stop them. But she 
froze when her hand got caught in her pajama bottoms. 
She was astonished to find that she had continued to 
rub her clit as the scene unfolded beside her. 

Then she thought about the uproar that would happen 
when she yelled. Chuck would surely wake up, and then 
she'd have to explain to him what was going on. She 
relaxed and pulled her hand out of her pajamas, her 
mind racing. What should she do? Her head turned and 
she felt light headed as she saw the lump that was the 
covers under which her children were supposed to be 
sleeping move. It humped up as Bobby obviously climbed 
on top of his sister. 

Again she took a breath to yell... scream... do 
SOMETHING. But she couldn't embarrass the children in 
front of the coach, not to speak of the embarrassment 
SHE would feel too. She realized she was still holding 
her breath and let it out in a whoosh. 

"What was that?" whispered Lori's voice. 

Claire had a flash of inspiration. If she got up and 
went to the bathroom they'd stop. Then she could make 
noise... toss and turn... like she was having a hard 
time getting back to sleep. If she did it long enough 
they'd give up this crazy idea. 

Lori's voice came again. It was a drawn out, "Ummmmmm," 
sound that Claire recognized herself as having made on 
numerous occasions when Denny's cock had slid into her 
pussy. Bobby groaned softly too. He had obviously just 
pushed his hard adolescent penis into his sister's 
pussy. Claire saw the covers move as Bobby thrust hard 
into Lori. 

Claire sat up. She flung the covers off of her legs and 
swung her feet toward the children. The covers stopped 
moving and Claire heard both her children gasp. Claire 
stood up and padded around the bed and into the 
bathroom. She stood there in the dark for a minute 
until she realized they would expect the door to close 
and the light to go on. She closed the door. They had 
stopped. Her plan was working. 

Claire almost didn't remember to flush the toilet. She 
stood in the bathroom, ears straining to hear anything 
that might come through the door. It had been useless, 
though, and, with a start, she realized she didn't know 
how long she'd been in there. She turned off the light 
and went blind immediately. 

Opening the door, Claire put her hands out in front of 
her and stepped, groping in front of her, into the 
room. She knew roughly where the space was between the 
beds. She had to go around the one she and Chuck were 
sharing - he was on the side closest to the bathroom - 
and she bent over to feel for the edge of the bed. 

Her hands fluttered along the covers and onto Chuck's 
feet. She jerked them away instantly and then re-
established contact with the bed and worked her way 
around it. Her eyes still hadn't adjusted to the dark, 
so she couldn't see the lump that had been her son on 
top of her daughter. 

She didn't hear anything, though. 

She slipped back into bed, trying to make enough noise 
to frighten her children, but not wake up Chuck. 

It almost worked. 

As she settled onto her side, so she could see the 
children when her night vision returned, Chuck rolled. 
His arm draped across her body and his hand fell to the 
bed beside her left breast. Claire tensed up, getting 
ready to rebuff this man's obvious pass at her. 

She felt a long drawn out sigh as Chuck's hot breath 
blew against the back of her neck. He stopped moving. 

Claire realized she was holding her breath again. She 
let it out slowly and tuned her body to feel what 
Chuck's was doing. The only real contact between them 
was his arm, draped across hers. He was breathing 
deeply and slowly. He must have just turned in his 
sleep. 

But now Claire had a problem. If she moved, she'd wake 
him up for sure. She was, for all intents and purposes, 
trapped. 

Slowly, her sight returned to her and she looked at the 
mattress on the floor. They were still now. Her plan 
had worked. Strangely comforted by Chuck's arm draped 
over her, she drifted into a troubled sleep. 

Claire's eyes snapped open perhaps an hour later. There 
had been a noise of some sort. Chuck was fully spooning 
her now, his breath still slow and soft in her hair. 
There was a female whimper from the pallet next to the 
bed. Claire could see quite well now, from the light 
coming in around the drapes that were not completely 
covering the windows. 

The lump in the covers over her children looked much 
too tall to have been made by only one body. And it was 
moving. 

They were doing it again! 

Claire lay there helplessly as she heard Bobby assure 
his sister that their mother was asleep again, and 
heard the quiet mewling sounds that communicated that 
Lori was having a wonderful time. 

Then, to her dismay, she heard the little grunting 
sounds from Bobby's throat that she somehow knew meant 
his penis was spurting... inside Lori... without a 
condom to contain it or protect Lori from pregnancy. 

Claire didn't know what to do. She was used to making 
momentous decisions at work every day, decisions that 
had the potential for changing the world. But in this 
situation she felt helpless. She knew she should have 
stopped them. On the other hand it was obvious this 
wasn't the first time this had happened. How long had 
they been doing this? 

She heard Bobby's whispered, "Thank you." And Lori's 
answering, "I love you." It sounded so heartfelt and 
real, just like she and Denny had spoken to each other 
in moments of intimacy. 

Claire couldn't believe the warm feeling in her own 
abdomen. It was just too strange and bizarre. She felt 
a tear in her eye break free and roll down her cheek. 
She couldn't decide if it was because of what her 
children had just done... or because of the sudden loss 
she felt because she didn't have that kind of intimacy 
in her life any more.

Exhaustion finally claimed it's hold on Claire's 
consciousness, and she fell asleep. 

She woke later, having a dream about a man's hand 
cupping her breast... a strong man's hand. It felt 
good. She smiled at her dream and drifted back to 
sleep. 

Claire woke to see brighter light coming in around the 
blinds and drapes that covered the windows of the room. 
The first thing she thought of was that Chuck's arm was 
still over her, pinning her to the bed. Then she felt 
his hand... his strong, manly hand, cupping her left 
breast. He was still breathing slowly and deeply, 
asleep. 

She moved and he snorted, his hand closing tighter on 
her breast. Then, Claire heard his breathing cease, and 
there were two tentative little squeezes, as he 
realized just where his hand was, and what it was 
cupping. 

The hand darted away from her and he lifted his head. 

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. 

Claire had just remembered what she had seen and heard 
the night before. Her children, making love. 

"It was an accident," she whispered back. "Don't worry 
about it." 

Chuck rolled away from her and out of the bed. As he 
headed for the bathroom Claire looked at him. The front 
of his shorts were tented outward. Denny's penis had 
been like that in the mornings. He had called it his 
"morning wood". Quite often, when he came back from the 
bathroom on those mornings it was still hard. He loved 
to fuck in the morning. 

Claire realized her own pussy was wet. Her emotions, 
which had abated during sleep, surged again. 

It was a rough day for Claire. She dressed in a khaki 
blouse and skirt outfit she thought was cute, and she 
was right. All day men stared at her, whether they were 
adults or young men her son's age. The fact that she 
now knew her son was sexually active made her look at 
those young men in a different light. Each of them, she 
realized, had the capacity to climb between her legs 
and scratch the itch that she had felt all morning and 
couldn't seem to suppress. At one point she went to the 
girls' bathroom and locked herself in a stall, 
masturbating frantically to ease her desire. 

But all that did was get her hotter. 

She was tense all day. It didn't help that she was 
around Chuck most of the day, helping him with record 
keeping and running errands for him. She caught herself 
looking at his trim, athletic body. It was hard and she 
just KNEW he'd be good in bed. She shook her head, 
trying to shake those thoughts out of her head. He was 
her son's coach! And, despite there only being five 
years between them, she couldn't help but look at him 
as much younger than herself. 

"What am I thinking?" she berated herself. 

She tried to keep an eye on her children too. Every 
time she saw them together... which was more often than 
she would have thought before last night... they were 
smiling, happy children, as normal looking as all the 
others around them. They didn't hang on each other, but 
they didn't avoid each other either. 

They just looked... normal. 

By contrast, there were other kids who bickered and 
fought. In most cases it seemed like the normal every 
day interaction of teenagers who were in competition 
with each other. She noticed one boy, a red head, and 
girl with long blond hair, who were angry with each 
other about something and acid in their statements to 
each other. The blond, at one point was hanging on 
another boy, when a brown haired cheerleader girl 
stalked up and pushed the blond away. The brunette 
yelled at the red headed boy "Tell your slut sister to 
stay away from my boyfriend!" The red head waved a 
hand. "She doesn't listen to me. What do you expect 
from a slut anyway?" 

"Well THAT brother and sister don't cuddle in bed... 
that's for sure." Claire said to herself. She couldn't 
help but compare those angry siblings to her own loving 
children. 

It bothered her. 

She wanted her children to love each other... but they 
loved each other TOO much. 

Didn't they? 

And it didn't appear to hamper their performance 
either. Bobby played well, and helped the team win 
their first game. Lori was the picture perfect 
cheerleader, exhorting the spectators to yell and chant 
and celebrate each positive aspect of the game. She was 
bright and happy and full of vim and vigor. 

Claire realized she was slumping as she watched her 
daughter. "I might be full of energy too if I'd gotten 
my ashes hauled as well as it looked like YOU did last 
night." she muttered to the girl who couldn't possibly 
hear her. 

"Say what?" asked Chuck, turning to her. 

"Oh!" she blushed. "Nothing. I was just talking to 
myself." 

"Tell yourself Hi for me," he grinned. "And mention to 
yourself that she looks really nice today." 

He looked back at his team as Claire blushed even more. 
She was horny the rest of the day. 

That night, after supper, Bobby and Lori wanted to go 
socialize with their friends. Curfew wasn't until nine, 
so Claire told them to have fun. When they bounded out 
of the door she wondered what form that fun might take. 

"You're really good with your kids." said Chuck, 
looking up from his playbook. "I mean you've raised 
great kids." 

Pleasure flushed through Claire at the compliment. It 
was replaced by fear that Chuck would somehow find out 
some day the secret she had discovered the night 
before. 

He closed the book and slid it under the mattress. 
"We'd better go see what the kids are doing." he 
announced. 

Claire jerked, thinking of just her kids... and what 
they might be doing somewhere. Then she realized he 
wasn't talking about HER kids. 

"Yes," she said. 

They went together, moving along the hallways, stopping 
at the rooms listed on Chuck's sheet. In all cases 
where the door was closed, only boys or girls were 
behind it. And, in all cases where they found boys and 
girls together, the door was open as the rules 
required. 

They found Bobby in one room, playing Texas Hold Em. 
Lori was in another room where boys and girls were 
dancing to loud music. 

Claire didn't know whether to be happy or not. She was 
beginning to think she had dreamed the whole incident. 
Her children acted so normal she couldn't accept that 
there was something wrong with them. 

Claire and Chuck spent an hour chatting with various 
kids and being flirted with. Claire noticed that a lot 
of the girls got all goo goo eyed when the coach talked 
to them, unconsciously thrusting their breasts out, or 
playing with their hair, making little grooming 
motions. At the same time she felt the eyes of the boys 
on her. It was an almost palpable, caressing feeling 
and it didn't help her horny state. 

By the time they got back to the room Claire felt like 
she needed to change her panties. 

Chuck went into the bathroom and got his shower first, 
since there had been no hot water the night before. He 
came out in his shorts, his shirt in his hand. Claire 
had been lying propped up on the bedspread, reading a 
book she'd brought along and she looked up, over her 
reading glasses. She felt a flutter in her pussy. He 
was a hunk. No doubt about it. His chest was heavy with 
muscle and her fingers played with the pages of the 
book as if they were stroking those muscles.

Chuck had been running his hand through his damp hair 
and saw her looking at him. He held the shirt up in 
front of his naked chest. 

"Sorry," he said. "I was thinking about the game." He 
pulled the shirt over his head as Claire stared at his 
flat, muscled abdomen. 

Chuck smiled. "I wanted to thank you again for coming 
along. I really couldn't do this without you." 

What went through Claire's mind was something else he 
really couldn't do without her... or at least without a 
woman. She felt her face get hot. 

He didn't notice. "And I wanted to apologize again for 
what happened last night. I really don't make a habit 
of groping strange women in bed." 

Claire remembered the feel of his hand on her breast. 
It had been a long... long time since she'd felt that. 
Her face got hotter. She tried to dismiss the feeling. 

"Forget it. You probably don't make a habit of even 
SLEEPING with strange women in your bed." It didn't 
come out quite like what she'd thought it would. Her 
classification of the bed as "his" made her pussy 
flutter again. 

"Well," he said, reaching under the mattress for the 
play book, "You're right about that. I haven't had time 
to do anything except teach and coach. I guess I 
shouldn't be too surprised that when a beautiful woman 
shows up next to me in bed that something like that 
might happen." 

His casual mention of her beauty came off unlike a 
canned pickup line and Claire's reaction shocked her. 
She felt warmth in her nipples and her pussy was 
suddenly wet. 

"Maybe we should assign a couple of the kids to keep an 
eye on US." she tried to joke. "There hasn't been a man 
in MY bed for over ten years." It had come out as a 
joke, but it didn't sound like it to Claire's ears. 

She blushed furiously. "I'm sorry Chuck. I shouldn't 
have said that," she stammered. 

"No problem," he said simply. "Not that I believe you 
or anything." He sat down and opened the book. 

Now what had THAT meant? Claire wondered. 

The door opened and a cheerful pair of siblings came 
rushing in, laughing and talking about their friends. 
Claire tried to keep reading, but her eyes strayed to 
Bobby as Lori dashed into the bathroom, slamming the 
door and crowing that she was going to use all the hot 
water again. 

Bobby pulled off his shirt and Claire was jolted to 
realize that her son was in awfully good shape too. He 
wasn't as heavily muscled as Chuck, but the muscles 
were all there, in the same places. Bobby bent over and 
dug into his suitcase. Whatever he found was small, 
because when his hand came out it didn't appear to be 
holding anything, even though it was cupped. Bobby shot 
a look at his mother, whose eyes appeared to be on the 
words in the book. He wandered over to the bed he 
shared with his sister and sat down. Claire saw his 
hand dart under one of the pillows. When it came out it 
was obviously empty. 

Claire felt her pussy squirt again as she realized what 
he must have just hidden. 

When Lori came out of the shower she was dressed as she 
had been the night before, in only a T shirt and 
borrowed boxers. She skipped across the room and dove 
into bed, getting under the covers. Claire looked up. 

"Are you OK, Mom?" asked Lori. "You look kind of tired 
or something." 

"I'm fine," said Claire. She couldn't help but imagine 
what Lori's face looked like as her brother prodded her 
with his prick. She shook her head. 

"Are you sure? Are you sleeping OK? Did you bring your 
pills?" Lori's voice held nothing but care and concern. 

"I'm fine Lori." said Claire somewhat irritably. "I'm 
sleeping fine." she lied. It occurred to Claire that 
maybe she SHOULD take a sleeping pill. Then, at least, 
she wouldn't be awake when her children had sex, like 
they obviously planned on doing again tonight. What 
little SNEAKS they were! she thought to herself. And 
Lori's obviously false concern about her mother 
sleeping well! Why did her young, beautiful daughter 
get to have wild and glorious sex while Claire just had 
to lie there horny? It wasn't fair! 

Bobby came out of the bathroom. He was dressed exactly 
like he'd been dressed the night before. But this time 
Claire couldn't help but look at him differently. This 
time she knew he was... sexually active. Her little boy 
was... a man. At least in that sense. She looked at him 
for the first time, as a man. His chest was broad, she 
noticed. 

How could she have missed that before? 

His arms and legs were muscled. 

Suddenly, in her head, she heard again his voice - her 
little boy's voice - whispered in the night "I'm so 
horny." Her eyes dropped to the front of his shorts. 
She jerked her eyes away instantly, ashamed to be 
looking at her son's manhood, but that brief glimpse 
drew her eyes back again like a magnet, despite her 
wish not to look. 

"He must be HUGE!" she thought to herself as she stared 
at the lump under his skivvies. It almost looked like 
he was wearing a cup under them, except for the obvious 
contour of a thick penis, pressed against a pair of 
immense balls. When had her son developed THAT kind of 
equipment? 

Again she jerked her eyes away and blushed. How could 
she stare at her own son's penis? She looked up to see 
him smile at her... just a son smiling at his mother. 
Why, then did she feel that emptiness that she'd felt 
the night before... that lack of intimacy that she was 
suddenly craving? 

Claire felt panic welling up in her as she realized her 
nipples had spiked. She got up and went to the 
bathroom. She got in the shower and turned the water as 
cold as she could stand it. It didn't help though. She 
moaned a soft sound of discontent and, to avoid 
thinking of her son's bulge, she intentionally thought 
of Chuck's hand on her breast, his own penis shoved 
gently against her buttocks. 

She shivered and turned the water to a warmer setting. 
Then, with a gasp of surrender, she shoved three 
fingers into her pussy as she jerked and rubbed, trying 
to have an orgasm. She managed to get a little one, but 
it wasn't really satisfying. When she came out of the 
shower and toweled off she realized she hadn't brought 
anything with her to wear back out. 

She cracked open the door. 

"Lori?" she called. "I forgot my pajamas. Would you get 
them for me please?" 

Chuck's voice came softly. "They're already under the 
covers. I'll get them. Where are they?" 

"In my suitcase," she said. As she waited she realized 
he'd have to move her scanty feminine panties to get to 
them. She leaned her head against the door and sighed 
at how that made her feel. 

A muscled arm came through the door. Her silk PJs were 
hanging from the hand at the end of the arm. 

"Here you go," came his deep voice. 

When she came out of the bathroom Claire knew her 
nipples were still spiked. This time it wasn't from the 
cold. It was because she needed to be fucked. Admitting 
that to herself didn't do any good. She wanted to cover 
her breasts, but knew that would only make it more 
obvious. Chuck was back in his chair again, the book 
spread open on his lap. 

He looked up at her and his eyes devoured her figure in 
the thin pajamas. She knew that look, and it didn't 
help her mood. She was used to dismissing those 
looks... ignoring them and acting in a cold and 
professional manner to deflect them. But she couldn't 
push the feeling away this time. At least he didn't say 
anything. 

Claire was glad he hadn't. If he'd said anything even 
remotely connected to sex she'd had flung off the 
garments and demanded he take her then and there. And 
her children would just have to deal with it! She fell 
into bed and buried her face in her pillow. 

It was going to be a long night. 

Oddly she fell asleep quickly. But she dreamed. 

She dreamed of her son, who came to her saying he had a 
"boo boo". He pulled aside a loincloth he was wearing 
and his mammoth erection strained up. There was a small 
spot on it where he'd caught the skin in his zipper. 

"It hurts Mommy," he said. "Kiss it and make it 
better." 

In her dream Claire did a lot more than kiss it and 
make it better. She made it go all soft. 

She woke with a start. She was lying on her side, 
facing the children again. There was movement in the 
bed across from hers. Movement and moaning. 

"Oooo you got the kind with bumps on it," cooed Lori. 
"I love those kind." 

Claire looked to see her son's naked back, the covers 
down to his waist. Under him was her daughter's naked 
chest, her breasts white in the darkness. Bobby leaned 
down and suckled at one dark tip on top of a white 
mound. He rocked gently. 

His head raised back up. "Are you sure she took the 
pill?" he whispered. 

"She told me she had them and that she was sleeping 
fine," came the answer. 


"Good," he whispered. "Cause I'm about to cum, but I 
need to go a little faster." 

Lori's hands came under the blanket, where Bobby's ass 
cheeks were and Claire watched as her daughter pulled 
her son's prick into her. 

Bobby groaned softly and froze on top of his sister. 

Lori's voice came, louder than it should. "I feel it 
Bobby... the damn rubber broke!" 

"I'm sorry," he pleaded, still rocking on top of her... 
still spurting her full of creamy white sperm... "I had 
to put it on in the dark." 

"We have to stop this," came a hiss from Lori. "You're 
gonna knock me up for sure!" 

"I said I was sorry," he said softly. 

There were small sounds, though, as of little kisses, 
indicating that Lori wasn't quite as upset as she 
sounded.

Claire felt something akin to pain as she realized she 
was a lonely woman. Broken rubbers were no concern of 
hers. because she had no man at all.


CHAPTER THREE


Somehow Claire got back to sleep. But again she 
dreamed. 

This time it was a dream about her daughter, who walked 
into the kitchen, her belly enormous, as if it held 
more than one baby. "Morning Mom" she said brightly. 

In her dream Claire turned to her daughter and said "It 
looks like there's another one in there this morning." 

"Yeah," sighed Lori. "Bobby fucked another one in me 
last night. I think that makes four. I may have to have 
a C Section." 

They were interrupted by Bobby, who came strutting into 
the kitchen stark naked, his lusty huge erection 
straining out into the air in front of him. It was the 
size of a fire hydrant and was red and angry looking. 

"Morning Mother" he said grinning widely. "Are you 
ready to make your morning baby?" 

Claire looked down at her dream belly, which was just 
as gravid as Lori's was. She screamed... 

And came awake, jerking. The bed shivered. Everyone 
else was still sleeping. She hadn't screamed out loud.

"What's WRONG with me?" she cried in her mind. She 
staggered out of bed and went to the bathroom. Closing 
the door she turned on the light and leaned on the 
sink, staring into the mirror. Her face looked haggard 
and drawn. She splashed some water on her face. The 
cool of it felt good. 

She turned to her travel case, which she had put in the 
bathroom earlier and opened it. She got out a sleeping 
pill and swallowed it. 

Claire didn't dream again that night. But when she 
awoke it was to multiple sensations. She didn't know 
why she had awakened just then. She was still horny. 
And, she was cuddled up to Chuck, her head on his 
shoulder, her hair covering her face. She had twin 
feelings of her hand, lying on something soft... 
cloth... with something firm under it. As she thought 
about where her hand had to be she realized it was on 
his morning erection. At the same time she felt his 
fingers on her wrist. She felt him lifting her hand... 
moving it... letting it fall on his flat, hard stomach. 

She lifted her head. "I'm so sorry." she half 
whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I took a 
pill... I had dreams... I'm so sorry," she began to sob 
quietly. 

"Hey" he said into her hair. "Take it easy. It's OK. I 
just didn't think you'd want to wake up and find your 
hand... there." He kissed her hair. "Don't cry." 

She felt better for knowing that he hadn't removed her 
hand because he didn't want it there. She felt worse 
because she knew she wasn't going to be able to control 
her urges. 

"Thank you," she said. "But I don't know WHAT I want 
any more." 

His fingers went back to her wrist and lifted her hand 
again. Amazed, she felt him return it to the lump of 
stiffness under his shorts and drape it over his 
erection. 

"There," he said. "All better?" 

Claire felt her fingers curl around the stiff column of 
flesh before she could stop them. She squeezed gently 
before sliding her hand upward, off his hard-on. In the 
process her hand slid under his shirt, onto his hot 
skin. 

"We don't even know each other," she whispered, feeling 
much better for having been able to take her hand away 
from what she wanted to feel. 

"We can get to know each other," he suggested. 

"I'm almost afraid to get to know you," she responded. 
"I'm already about to let you do something I swore I'd 
never let a man do again." 

"That's a good thing," he whispered back. "That means 
you're making progress... working through your issues." 

She couldn't help but smile and tried to pinch his 
skin. It was surprisingly difficult to get anything 
between her fingers. She ended up tickling him instead. 

Chuck jerked and batted at her hand, clamping his on it 
and stopping her. He rolled slightly as he let go, and 
her hand slid to his side. There were no love handles 
there. The hand he'd used came to her hair and whisked 
it away from her face. 

"I'm going to kiss you now Claire," he whispered. 

"OK," she surrendered. It was an instant, unthinking 
surrender that made her feel better somehow before he 
even touched her.

It was a kiss to write home about. Neither of them 
cared about the morning breath, or the teenagers in the 
bed on the floor next to them. They just felt each 
other through their lips and experienced it. 

Claire reluctantly pulled away from his lips. "What 
about your girlfriend?" she asked. 

"What girlfriend?" he replied. "I'm too busy with 
teaching and football to have a girlfriend." 

He kissed her again and she pressed her body against 
his, her arms going around him, pulling him tightly 
against her. Despite her raging emotions her passion 
surprised and even scared her a little. 

When it was over Claire buried her face in his chest. 
"I'm in so much trouble," she said. Her hand slid to 
his buttocks and inside his shorts to grip a glute. 

"I'm the teacher," he whispered back. "Why don't you 
let me decide whether you're in trouble or not." 

She took her hand back and put it in his chest. "Not 
now. Not yet. Not with the kids here. I can't." 

He took her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Take all 
the time you need. I'm a very patient man." 

He rolled away from her and bounded out of bed, heading 
for the bathroom. 

Claire rolled over too, to face the other bed. 

What she saw was Bobby's open eyes staring at her. He 
was up on one elbow, obviously looking up and over the 
edge of the higher bed she was in. Lori's lifted head 
was above his, and she was staring at her mother too. 

Lori spoke. "Mommy? What are you DOING?!" 

Claire was quite familiar with how children viewed... 
or rather attempted NOT to view... the sexuality of 
their parents. She remembered the first time her father 
had, at the breakfast table, come up behind her mother, 
reaching around her to cup her breasts and kiss her on 
the neck. 

Claire had been dumbfounded, expecting her mother to 
slap at his hands and tell him what a terrible man he 
was. Instead she had let her head fall to one side to 
give his lips more access. Claire had been fourteen at 
the time, and had actually shivered with revulsion at 
the blatant sexual play of her parents. Parents didn't 
have SEX! Ewwwwww! 

Of course she hadn't said anything. And, as she began 
to watch her parents more closely she saw many other 
times when they touched each other in ways that made it 
quite clear they were sexual beings... and happy in 
those roles. She had made the adjustment to being able 
to... let... her parents be normal. It had awakened her 
own lusts. 

So Claire had some idea of what was going through her 
daughter's mind. 

And her reaction to that was a mixed bag of sympathy 
for her daughter, and anger that, at a time when she 
might just have accidentally found something that could 
make her very happy, her daughter might try to stop 
that. If she'd had more time to process events, she 
might have spoken with a little less heat in her voice, 
or perhaps, might not have spoken at all. 

But speak she did. 

"Whatever I'm doing, it isn't as bad as what you and 
Bobby were doing last night." 

She hadn't meant to approach this little problem at 
either this time, or in quite this way. But it was too 
late. She saw Lori's face go pale in the morning light, 
and Bobby swallowed. 

Bobby started to say something... probably a denial... 
and Claire cut him off. 

"We'll discuss this later. This is neither the time or 
the place." 

As happens in a lot of confrontations between parent 
and child, Claire felt the need to do something, or go 
somewhere... to break the initial contact while she had 
the upper hand. Had she been home she could have begun 
dinner, or gone to her room, or snatched up a hamper to 
start laundry... anything to make it obvious that she 
had other things to do, and would take up the subject 
at hand when SHE was ready. 

But here, in this motel room, there WAS no dinner to 
make, or laundry to do. She got out of bed, but there 
was no place for her to go. Without thinking... or 
perhaps because she was thinking too MUCH... she 
grabbed her clothes out of her suitcase and stormed... 
more or less... into the bathroom to change.

She had completely forgotten the bathroom was already 
occupied. 

Chuck was standing at the sink running his fingers 
through a patch of hair that he suspected was beginning 
to be contaminated with gray hairs. He was much too 
young for that to happen, but suspected it anyway. 
After taking care of his overfull bladder he had 
stripped down to take a shower, and was waiting for the 
water to get warm. When the door opened he 
automatically turned toward it. 

Claire's first impression was that the light was on. 
Who had gone off and left the light on? That wasted 
energy! That was immediately followed by her mind 
trying to process the fact that there was a naked man, 
with a decidedly thick and manly penis, standing in the 
bathroom. 

The realization that it was Chuck was part and parcel 
of the smile that bloomed on his face as he assumed she 
had re-thought her resistance and had decided to join 
him in the bathroom intentionally. His smile wasn't a 
leer. It was, in fact, genuine happiness that this 
beautiful woman had decided to grace him with her 
company. 

Claire's unconscious brain recorded this information, 
tweaked an organ that produced a particular hormone, so 
as to increase that hormonal level in her bloodstream, 
and then made several other... adjustments... to 
Claire's psyche and physiology. 

Claire's conscious brain was horrified. She was three 
quarters of the way through the door when she stopped. 

"OH!" she said. 

Chuck looked confused. His mind was beginning to 
register the shock on her face and recognize that his 
initial belief that she had decided to come and join 
him might be less than well founded. 

"Close the door, you're letting out all the heat." he 
said, for lack of anything else to say. 

Claire, being an adult, and a mother, who was quite 
used to thinking in just those terms closed the door... 
behind her. She stared at the naked man facing her. 

"Well" said Chuck, relaxing when she didn't scream or 
anything. "This is a little awkward." 

Something made Chuck want to treat this like it was 
just a minor social gaff. He, too, had been 
unaccountably happy when he woke up to find Claire 
Richardson cuddled up against him. That her hand had 
been lying lightly on his manhood had just been the 
frosting on the cake. Chuck really HAD been too busy 
with school to have much of a social life. He'd taken a 
few of the unattached female teachers out on dates, but 
most of them had been set up by other teachers who 
wanted to match-make, and hadn't turned out to be 
anything near long term situations. 

He didn't have a particularly high sex drive, and the 
fantasies he masturbated to occasionally were 
satisfaction enough that he wasn't impatient to find a 
warm pussy to call his own. In his experience, warm 
pussies were often attached to clinging women, who 
wanted themselves to be the primary focus of his 
attention. 

But Claire Richardson was a woman who aroused his 
interest. It had been a given that she was beautiful 
and successful. He could see that when he met her. 
Since then, though, he had noticed her buoyant capacity 
to be girlish, even though her routine demeanor was 
mature. 

She took obvious joy in her children, who were good 
kids, something teachers appreciated. He sensed in her 
a smoldering passion that he suspected would be 
spectacular if it were ever unleashed. He saw glimpses 
of that as she enjoyed the combat between teenaged 
warriors on the field. 

Chuck didn't know if anything could develop with this 
fascinating woman... but he didn't want to just let 
things get strained, or uncomfortable. And so he opted 
to treat the events of the last few hours as something 
slightly off normal, but cute... one of those things 
you tell stories about later in life and laugh at. 

"It's amazing," he said, turning back to the mirror and 
fiddling with his hair, as if her sudden entrance was 
nothing more than a minor distraction "how underdressed 
someone can feel like in a bathroom." 

"Oh damn, I'm sorry. I forgot you were in here." said 
Claire, somehow more uncomfortable that he was 
apparently ignoring her than she was that he was stark 
naked and she was standing with him in a motel 
bathroom. "I had to yell at the kids, and then I wanted 
to get away from them and..." 

Claire's voice trailed off. She lost her train of 
thought as her mind caught up to the situation. She WAS 
standing in a motel bathroom with a naked man! And the 
man was looking in the mirror instead of at her! And 
hadn't he just said something about how he was 
underdressed... as if SHE were OVERDRESSED? 

"What's going on with the kids?" he asked, leaning 
closer to the mirror to stretch at the bags under his 
eyes. 

"You're naked," squeaked Claire. 

Chuck smiled and turned to face the woman again. "What 
was your first clue?" he grinned. Then he suggested "I 
suspect you've seen men in my condition before this. 
Don't worry about it. I was about to take a shower, but 
I can wait if you want to go first." 

What went through Claire's mind was a collage of 
imaginary scenes in a movie, where she and Chuck were 
the stars. She saw herself dropping her silk pajamas on 
the floor, and Chuck holding the shower curtain open 
for her to step into the tub. She saw her naked body 
brush up against his as she entered the shower. She 
felt his hands sliding over her soapy body as he washed 
her. 

The tingle of her nipples crinkling brought Claire out 
of her short fantasy and all the feelings she had felt 
lying next to this man in bed rushed back to overwhelm 
her. She looked helplessly at the man she'd only known 
for a few days. She was so turned on she was actually 
vibrating, her whole body shaking with tension. She 
shouldn't be here. Not with a naked man. Not with THIS 
naked man. Her children were right outside. They KNEW 
she was in here with this man. She should leave 
immediately. But she didn't WANT to leave.

"I don't know what to do," she said in a little girl 
voice. She suddenly felt very much like a little girl. 
She was perilously close to crying again. 

Chuck left the sink and came over to her. She looked 
into his eyes and felt her will to resist draining 
away. 

"Do you want to take a shower?" he asked softly. 

The remembered fragments of the shower scene in her 
fantasy bubbled up in Claire's mind and she nodded. 
Almost without her own volition her voice said. "Uh 
huh."

"The water should be warm by now," he suggested. 

She nodded again, not trusting herself to speak. 

"You can't take a shower in your pajamas," he said. 

He took the bundle of clothing from her hands and set 
it on the counter of the sink. His hands went to the 
big blue buttons of her silk pajamas and he began 
undoing them. He worked slowly, his hands dropping from 
each button, when it was loose, to the next one. Claire 
felt cool air flow against the skin between her 
breasts. She couldn't lift her hands for some reason 
and just stood there as his hands came to her shoulders 
and pushed the silk. It slid off, over her shoulders 
and she could feel the caress of the cloth as it glided 
down her arms. His hands smoothed along the tops of her 
shoulders and down the outside of her arms. 

Suddenly she was standing topless in a motel bathroom 
with a naked man. 

A part of her brain noticed that he didn't ogle her 
naked breasts, with their stiffened nipples. Instead he 
gazed into her eyes as his hands slid, with a feather 
touch down her arms from her shoulders and moved to her 
hips, gripping the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Her 
eyes followed his as his head began to sink, and his 
eyes stayed locked onto hers as he went to one knee. 

His eyes still locked onto hers, he began to pull her 
bottoms down until they were pooled at her feet. As if 
in a dream she lifted one foot and stepped sideways 
with it. She was acutely aware that when she did this, 
her naked, defenseless pussy was now open in front of 
this man. She began to tremble harder and felt an 
unaccountable sense of relief as he stood back up. She 
wanted him to hug her. 

Instead, Chuck took her hand and led her to the tub. 
Just like in her fantasy he pulled the shower curtain 
back, making a doorway for her to step into the tub. 
His eyes had never left hers. 

As she stepped into the tub Claire replayed the shower 
scene in her mind and pleasure shot through her as she 
anticipated the next part. 

Her fantasy came to a jarring stop as, when she stepped 
into the tub, he stayed outside and let the curtain 
fall back to break the lock between their eyes. 

"If you need any help, feel free to ask," came his deep 
voice from outside. 

Claire blinked and realized she was wet. Then, and only 
then, did she feel the water beating against her 
shoulder and one breast. Mixed emotions of joy, anger, 
frustration and sexual passion raged through her mind 
and body. What kind of man WAS this? How could he DO 
this to her? 

Claire's hand jerked to the shower curtain and she 
flung it open. 

"Of COURSE I need your help you... YOU... YOU... MAN!" 
she barked. 

It was then Claire noticed that, while she had been in 
a fog as her body was slowly made naked, Chuck's body 
had gone through a change. That heavy thick thing she 
had seen hanging between his legs when she first came 
into the bathroom was hanging no longer. Now it was 
pointing at her. It was the first erect penis Claire 
had seen in ten years and the effect it had on her was 
electric. 

"Get IN here," she growled. 

The rest of her shower went much more like her fantasy 
had. His fantasy was a bit more detailed than hers had 
been though. 

In her fantasy she had felt his skin against hers, her 
breasts pushing into his chest and hands. She had left 
out the part where his mouth fastened on her aching 
nipples and sucked until she thought she'd go mad. 

Her fantasy had included his hands sliding all over her 
slippery soapy body. His supplied the slippery friction 
of his prick gliding into her pussy as they stood in 
tight embrace. He was strong enough to, once he got her 
to spread her legs, squat between them, digging the tip 
of his cock into her famished pussy and then stand up, 
lifting her with the penetration of his penis until she 
had to stand on her tiptoes, her arms tightly around 
him to keep from falling backward. 

Her fantasy hadn't included the overwhelming feeling of 
fullness... completeness, that his thick penis caused 
in her unused sex, as it pressed against her along 
every inch of her delicate tissues. She hadn't realized 
how empty she had felt until she was full to 
overflowing. 

And somehow her fantasy had left out his hot kisses, 
his tongue taking her breath away as he bounced on the 
balls of his feet, dangling her on his spike as her 
clit was punished by the base of his cock where it 
skewered her. Her mind kept trying to tell her this 
must be all a dream. Her body argued vociferously that 
it was very real. 

Her orgasm left her so weak she couldn't even hold on 
to him any more, but his strong arms around her waist 
only let her upper torso lean backwards, her arms 
hanging down slightly behind her, her head thrown back 
until her neck muscles complained. Warm water kissed 
her chin and splashed on her breasts.

In that position she felt him tense, and heard his 
groan of completion as she felt the fountain of his 
ejaculation deep inside her. Her passion was so sated 
that, even though she thought about the fact that she 
had stopped taking her birth control pills years and 
years and years ago, she couldn't possibly care less at 
this moment. 

Claire's back began to complain and she mustered the 
effort to lean forward and press her breasts against 
his muscled chest again. Her face went into his chest 
and she was surprised to again feel the beat of warm 
water on her back as his hands slid upward to stroke 
her there. 

"I didn't mean for this to happen," she mumbled into 
his chest. 

"In that case, I'm really glad you don't have more self 
control," came her lover's response. 

She looked up to meet his eyes for the first time since 
she dragged him into the tub and saw only warmth there. 
It thrilled her to the core. 

"Me too." she said, and kissed him. 

Despite the incredible intimacy of what had just 
happened, there was an atmosphere of awkwardness 
between them as they separated and re-washed their 
bodies separately... hurriedly, with economy of 
movement. 

It was cold outside the tub and she shivered again as 
he handed her a towel. It wasn't big enough, or fluffy 
enough, and she had a sudden wish that this had taken 
place in her own master bathroom... or maybe his. 

"That's the first time something like that has ever 
happened to me," said Chuck conversationally, as he 
bent and dried his legs. 

Claire felt the need to engage him in something other 
than sex. "I can't believe that," she said, thinking 
about... sex. "You're much too handsome and... manly. I 
would have thought you do this... a lot." 

"Yeah, well don't believe all the hype." he said, 
rubbing his penis briskly with the towel. "All this 
Stud-muffin crap isn't at all what it's cracked up to 
be." He looked up and grinned. "We Stud-muffins are 
quite often insecure and under appreciated." 

"Well, I appreciate you," said Claire. She was shocked 
that she'd said that so blatantly, and with such 
emotion. 

"Thank you Madame," he bowed to her. She smiled at the 
ridiculous formal motion, done by a naked man.

When he stood back up he said, "Are you really OK?" 

She felt another thrill go through her at the care in 
his question. She suddenly felt much more comfortable 
with him, which seemed exceedingly odd, considering 
what she'd just done with him. She threw the towel over 
her head to partly dry her hair. 

"I have no idea. None of this has turned out ANYTHING 
like I had expected it to. This whole trip is turning 
out to be... I don't know... amazing?" She finished her 
statement as a question. 

"I'm with you on that." he said. "I thought I was just 
going to coach football. If somebody had said I was 
going to make love to one of the most beautiful women 
in the world I'd have said they were crazy." 

His voice suggested that his comment about her beauty 
was one that anyone would understand and automatically 
agree with. He wasn't trying to get in her panties with 
that comment. It made Claire's stomach flutter and she 
suddenly wanted to have him again. In the old days she 
often had three or four orgasms to Denny's one. She 
made a conscious effort to redirect her thoughts. 

"Thank you Sir," she said, and curtsied to him, using 
the towel to mimic her non-existent skirts. 

He looked at her and that warmth was back in his eyes. 
"You really are beautiful, you know." 

"I bet you say that to all the naked women in your 
motel bathroom," she smiled. 

"I don't know about that. I've never been in a motel 
bathroom with a naked woman before," said Chuck, 
pulling on his underwear. "If it's anything like this, 
though, I'm going to try to have naked women in my 
motel bathroom all the time from now on." He grinned 
and continued to get dressed. 

Claire did the same, combing through her hair and 
deciding that it wasn't worth the time it would take to 
dry and style it. Instead she pulled it back and put it 
in a damp pony tail. When she was done she faced the 
door, but didn't open it. 

"I don't know how to go out there," she said. 

"You open the door and walk through it," said Chuck, 
buttoning his shirt. "It's easy. I've done it lots of 
times." 

"Thank you so much," said Claire acidly. "You've never 
done it with two teenagers to face." 

"Claire, I was awake the other night," he said. 

She turned around, her throat tightening. "What do you 
mean?" she asked. 

"I couldn't sleep... with you in the bed with me. It 
was too different. And I felt you tense up and heard 
the kids. Then when you jumped out of bed I got ready 
to mediate... things. When you were in the bathroom I 
didn't hear you... um... use the facilities. But you 
flushed anyway, so I knew you were trying to do 
something. I didn't know what, but I knew you were 
upset. And, when you came back to bed you didn't do 
anything, so I figured you didn't know what to do." 

She looked at him in amazement. 

"So I put my arm over you so you wouldn't have to 
decide what to do," he said calmly. "I'm sorry. I 
shouldn't have done that. It's really none of my 
business." 

"What must you think of us?" moaned Claire, hiding her 
face in her hands. 

His hands pulled hers away. "Look, I'm not a father. I 
don't understand all this. But they're just kids and 
kids do that kind of thing. If I WERE a father I think 
I'd rather they did it with each other than with 
strangers... people I didn't know anything about. But 
like I said, it's not my business. If you want me to 
talk to them, though, I will." 

"But its... wrong," said Claire. 

"OK, it's wrong," said Chuck. "Is that the only thing 
they've ever done wrong?" 

"No, of course not," said Claire. "But what if she gets 
pregnant?" 

"So, put her on the pill," said Chuck. 

"And just let them go on?" asked Claire, her eyes wide. 

"Do you remember the first man to have sex with you?" 
he asked. 

Claire nodded. 

"Could anybody have made you stop?" he asked. 

Claire's eyes widened more. She shook her head. 

"So, put her on the pill and tell them to be careful, 
and let them learn what life is all about," he said. 

Claire nibbled her lip, staring at nothing while she 
thought. She looked at Chuck's face and felt heat in 
her loins. She had it bad for this younger man. 
Abruptly she turned, grabbed her pajamas from where 
Chuck had folded them neatly on the counter, opened the 
door and walked out to confront her children.


CHAPTER FOUR


Lori had looked in disbelief as her mother had gotten 
out of bed after kissing the Coach and then followed 
him into the bathroom. It was as though she had 
suddenly been transported to another dimension of 
reality. And that was added on top of the fact that 
their mother apparently knew her children were sexually 
active... with each other. 

Lori wanted to run away from the shame she felt, and 
yet, her mother's actions were so bizarre that she 
wanted to stay and watch what happened next. Caution 
overrode her curiosity, though, and when it became 
apparent that her mother was going to STAY in the 
bathroom with Coach, Lori jumped up and pulled the 
covers off her brother. 

"Get up." she ordered tersely. "We have to get out of 
here before she comes back out." 

For Bobby, the reaction was slightly different. There 
was nothing he loved more than the feeling of Lori's 
firm, tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He loved the 
feel of her skin on his, of her lips against his. He 
loved the smell of her hair. He loved the feeling of 
semen bursting through his prick and out into Lori's 
belly. He hated using a condom. 

Every time he made love with his sister something deep 
in his subconscious hoped his baby would begin to grow 
in her. He hated school only because he wished they 
were old enough to run away together and start a 
family. He knew how stupid that really was. He knew it 
would never work. But it was how he felt, and he 
couldn't... or wouldn't give it up voluntarily. Not 
even if it was forbidden by his mother.

All this was the end result, actually, of how he felt 
ABOUT his mother. He had always thought she was 
beautiful. As time went on he recognized the strength 
in her, her abilities, her loving nature. When he 
entered puberty and saw his first Playboy magazine, the 
first Bunny he looked at could have been his mother's 
twin sister. And he had been in love with his mother 
ever since. 

Of course she wasn't available to him for anything more 
than the hurried hugs and quick kisses she bestowed on 
him and his sister as she went about her busy life. The 
kids were independent, and could cook and do their own 
laundry. They even went to the grocery store and did 
the family shopping occasionally. 

In fact, a trip to the store and cooking was what had 
brought Lori and Bobby together as more than just 
brother and sister. Claire had been gone one night, to 
some function or other, and Lori had a hankering for 
pie. She couldn't drive yet, being only fifteen, so she 
begged her brother to take her to the store to get the 
necessary ingredients. Having nothing else to do that 
night, he agreed and their trip through the store had 
been interesting. It had been the first time they were 
in a grocery store together, without their mother. 

In the past they had competed with each other, trying 
to get their mother to buy what each wanted, without 
caring what the other got. Their separate, competing 
cries of "MOMMY, can I have THIS?" had driven Claire to 
distraction, like it does every parent, and she had 
coped with it, like most parents have to, by striking a 
balance of giving the children what they wanted... if 
it was good for them and if she could afford it. 

This time, though, there was no competition. As they 
strolled down the aisles, looking for baking powder, 
and various other things they had no idea where to look 
for in a store, they worked as a team. They got 
distracted in the cereal aisle, pointing out various 
older cereals they had loved as children and not eaten 
for years... remembering a carefree time of their lives 
that was gone forever. And they saw items they didn't 
even know existed before that trip, some of which were 
strange and funny to their teen sensibilities.

And they laughed, and joked and found that they liked 
each other. It was the beginning of a pivotal 
experience. 

For those of you who have no siblings, this phenomenom 
of a brother and sister "liking" each other may be 
difficult to grasp. You 'only children' out there would 
assume, naturally, that ALL brothers and sisters "like" 
each other. Nothing could be further from the truth. 
Siblings, as has been stated before, compete. 
They compete for resources within the family. They 
compete in their social relationships outside the 
family. And they compete for the attention of the 
caregivers in the family unit. They compete for space, 
for time on the TV, for clothing, for use of the car. 
They compete for everything. If the parents are good at 
their job, siblings learn to work together for the 
benefit of the whole family. 

But, arguably, that's fairly rare, because parents are 
sucked into the competition model at work, and in their 
own social groups. Some parents even use competition to 
get what THEY want from their children. True, most 
siblings find a way to like each other later in life, 
when they've grown up enough to recognize competition 
for the double edged sword it really is, but for 
siblings under twenty or twenty-one to actually LIKE 
each other... well it's a lot more rare than it should 
be.

And "Like" doesn't mean they don't mind being in the 
same room for a while without arguing. It doesn't mean 
that they mind their manners at the dinner table. It 
doesn't mean that they merely refrain from badmouthing 
their brother or sister to their friends. What it means 
is that they actually seek each other out, caring what 
the other thinks, sharing special feelings and moments, 
helping because they care what happens to the other 
sibling. It means they want their brother or sister to 
be happy, and that they'll do whatever they can to help 
them find that happiness.

It means they are friends... with a blood tie that 
makes that friendship more special than most others.

Finding that, or realizing that is a powerful, life 
changing experience.

Back in the kitchen, Bobby decided to stay and "help" 
make the pie. The pie became pie and cookies, and then 
a cake was added and, at some point when Lori had flour 
on her nose and stains on her T shirt, Bobby had 
realized she was really a beautiful girl. His eyes had 
taken in the swell of her breasts, under that shirt, 
and her rounded hips, and her dimples, and the way her 
pony tail bobbed and swung as she moved her head. And 
he realized he had found another woman who compared to 
his mother. 

More than that, she compared favorably. 

"You're beautiful." he said, with wonder in his voice. 
"You're really beautiful Lori."

That had taken Lori completely off guard. While she had 
become interested in boys, it was more of a clinical 
interest. Her girlfriends gushed about kisses and 
groping sessions, but none of the boys she looked at... 
who were available... made anything happen in her when 
she imagined herself wrapped in their arms. She had a 
dream lover whose only physical existence was her 
pillow, which she hugged and kissed and clamped between 
her young thighs sometimes, but he had no face. 

He had height, and width and strong hands in her 
imagination... but no face. She went on a few dates, 
but the boys were vacuous, talking about things she 
didn't care about, or understand. They all seemed to 
want to eat, and boast and then expect her to find that 
attractive enough to take off her panties and jump 
their bones. One football player who asked her out gave 
her a package in school the day before their scheduled 
date. Inside was a pair of crotchless panties, with a 
note that said "for our date with destiny". 

She just wasn't impressed. That date hadn't happened, 
even though she kept the panties. They were frilly, and 
lacy and sheer, nothing like what she owned before 
that. 

No, boys just didn't impress her. 

But none of them had ever said she was beautiful in a 
way that made it obvious they really meant it, or paid 
any attention to her in soft, caring ways. And Lori 
could tell that Bobby actually meant what he'd said. 

Bobby blushed when he realized he'd spoken out loud. 
"Uh... sorry," he said. 

"Why?" questioned his sister. "It was a nice thing to 
say." 

"Yeah, but I don't talk that way to girls," said her 
brother. "Especially not my sister." 

"Well you should," she sniffed. "You made me feel 
really good. Nobody's ever said I was beautiful 
before." 

"You're kidding." Bobby was truly astonished. It was 
obvious his sister was a stone fox... once you took the 
time to look at her. 

"Well, I hear things like 'You're HOT Lori' and 'You 
give me a case of the blue balls Lori' and crap like 
that. All that means is 'I'm horny and I want you to 
take care of my little problem.' They don't really 
think I'm beautiful like you meant it. The only other 
person who ever said that to me was mom." said Lori, 
turning back to the counter to roll out more dough. 

Bobby was a little off balance, or he probably wouldn't 
have said what he said next. 

"Well she should know," he muttered. "She's the most 
beautiful woman I know." 

Lori heard something in his voice that struck a chord 
deep inside her. Those two simple sentences were said 
with a level of conviction and passion and even a hint 
of frustration she had never heard in a man's voice 
before. 

"Why Bobby Richardson!" she said, her eyes narrowing. 
"You sound like you're in love with your own mother!" 

The look on Bobby's face had given her even more 
information about just how strong her brother's 
feelings were about their mother. Initially she was 
shocked, but the fluttery feeling in her own stomach 
made her look at the situation differently than she 
would have if one of her friends had come up to her and 
said "Hey, you know your brother? He's got the hots for 
your mother!" 

As for Bobby, he felt like a pervert whose picture has 
just been published in the paper, with a warning to 
keep mothers away from him. He felt panic well up in 
his chest as he looked at his sister, expecting her 
face to take on an ugly scowl. When it didn't, but 
rather looked curious, he tried to salvage the 
situation. 

"Sure I love my mother. Everybody loves their mother." 

But Lori read between the lines. She was around him 
enough to know everything that he did, and most people 
that he talked to, and there was no way in the world 
that he could have done anything with their mother and 
her not at least suspect it. She thought about her own 
lack of interest in dating, and her dream lover. 

"Is that why you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked. 
There was a tiny thing inside her that made her worry 
that she must be gay because of her lack of interest in 
boys. She had worried about Bobby too, because he 
didn't date much either. 

Bobby tried to bluff his way through it. "Of course 
not. I go out all the time." 

"Yeah, but you never go out with anybody very many 
times," countered his sister. 

"You should talk. Jimmy Jones said he had a date 
planned with you and you didn't even show up!" 

"That's because he gave me crotchless panties to wear 
on the date," said Lori. "Would you have wanted me to 
go on that date?" 

"He did not!" said Bobby. The idea of one of his 
friends giving his sister crotchless panties was just 
ludicrous. "You're kidding," said Bobby, his mind 
suddenly conjuring up crotchless panties on his sister. 
What made it even more bizarre was that he could only 
imagine them on the OUTSIDE of what she was wearing. 

"Nope. I still have them. They're hidden," she said. 

"Wow!" said Bobby softly. "I'm going to have to have a 
little talk with Jimmy." 

"No you're not. I already took care of things. I don't 
need big brother throwing his weight around. I can take 
care of myself," she said firmly. 

"Did you ever wear them?" he asked suddenly. 

Lori put her hands on her hips. "Where would I wear 
crotchless panties?" she said heatedly. 

"Come on Lori, he didn't really give you crotchless 
panties," Bobby said laughing.

Lori stuck her jaw out. "What? You don't believe me? 
You want to see them or something?" 

She turned for the kitchen doorway. "Come on big 
brother, I'll prove it to you." 

Bobby tried to defend himself. "I didn't say I didn't 
believe you. I just wanted to know if you'd ever worn 
them." He followed her down the hall to her room. 

When he got into the room Lori was bent over, rummaging 
in the bottom drawer of her dresser. 

Again Bobby saw wispy red panties spread over his 
sister's round bottom... on the OUTSIDE of her jeans. 
He wanted to laugh, except that he felt guilty. 

Lori turned around unexpectedly, a bit of blue cloth in 
her hand. She saw where his eyes had been. 

"You pervert! You were looking at my butt!" she said. 

"You can't tell a guy you're going to show him a pair 
of crotchless panties and not expect him to look at 
your butt." Bobby argued. "Besides, you're SHOWING me 
crotchless panties, so you're just as much of a pervert 
as I am." 

Reminded of what she had in her hands, Lori held them 
up and spread the waistband apart with her hands. That 
they were crotchless was immediately apparent. 

"See?" she taunted him. "I was telling the truth!" 

"I DIDN'T say you weren't!" said Bobby. "I just wanted 
to know if you've ever WORN them!" 

"NO I HAVEN'T!" she yelled. 

"WELL WHY NOT?" her brother yelled back at her. 

Like many siblings, they had gotten into an argument 
that wasn't really about... the argument. What was 
REALLY happening was that they were both experiencing 
things they couldn't understand, and yelling was one 
way of coping with it. 

"I've never found a boy I wanted to wear them for." she 
said, her voice tightly controlled, but full of 
emotion. "I suppose YOU want to see me in them." 

Bobby was struck dumb. He had no idea how to react to 
that. But his autonomic nervous system reacted for him. 
His heart rate increased, as did his breathing rate. 
His pupils dilated, to let in more light. He felt a 
tightness in his chest. 

And his prick began to fill with blood. 

It showed on his face, and that fluttery feeling in 
Lori's belly turned into a ball of warmth that she had 
never felt before. "You DO want to see me in them." she 
said, her voice hushed. 

"I AM a pervert," moaned Bobby. My DICK is getting 
hard, Lori!" He said it like he couldn't believe it. It 
came out again, helplessly. "I'm a pervert," moaned 
Bobby. "My DICK is getting hard for my own sister!" 

Now Lori was the one who was speechless. Her own 
autonomic nervous system kicked in and made the same 
kinds of changes in her body. Since she didn't have a 
penis to engorge, her system sent the blood to her 
nipples and clitoris and they swelled, becoming more 
sensitive. 

Just like Bobby knew what his swelling penis meant, 
Lori knew what the sudden tingle in her nipples and the 
itch between her legs meant. And, at this point, though 
Lori didn't understand why that was happening, that 
fluttery feeling in her stomach made her feel... 
daring. 

She had finally found a boy she wanted to wear 
crotchless panties with.

"Turn around," she said. 

"What?" Bobby didn't understand. 

"I'm going to put them on. Turn around," she repeated. 

Lori never thought about the idea that, in the space of 
minutes, she would be standing in front of her brother 
dressed only in crotchless panties. But the idea of 
doing just that was so exciting that she almost 
trembled. She was caught on the horns of a teenage 
dilemma in which, on the one hand, she wanted to do 
something exciting. That was to appear in front of a 
boy... her brother... clad only in crotchless panties. 

On the other hand, though, she had been taught to be 
modest, and that was well ingrained into her psyche. 
She didn't think about the fact that if he watched her 
get undressed and put the panties on, he wouldn't see 
any more than if he just saw her in them. All she 
thought about was that getting undressed in front of a 
boy was immodest, so he had to turn his back. 

Bobby turned in a daze, simply responding to her 
directions. His mind was in a whirl. He kept seeing 
panties on the outside of her jeans. True, they had 
changed from red to blue, but he still couldn't 
visualize her without the jeans. Before he could think 
of what to do she spoke again. 

"OK... you can see them now." 

Bobby's mind still had her in jeans. The reality of 
what she'd done blasted that image from his mind 
forever. 

She had, in fact, stripped naked before putting them 
on. She stood, tense, ready to bolt, a stiffness in her 
limbs that made her look like a mannequin. 

Bobby gasped in a breath as he took in white breasts 
that were larger than he'd imagined, with rosy pink 
nipples that were longer than he'd imagined. The blue 
lace set off her skin and hair, all of which were pale 
and drew the gaze to the soft fluff of almost white 
hair that peeked out between the opening at the crotch.

"Oh fuck, Lori," he gasped. Bobby's face, the look in 
his eyes, an almost predatory jungle look of 
overwhelming emotion, and the word he used, made Lori's 
knees weak. She felt like a mouse cringing under the 
paws of a cat that was ready to eat her. It was the 
most fantastic feeling she had ever felt in her life. 
His face said it all. She really WAS beautiful to this 
man who was her brother. He WANTED her. 

Had she been able to stop and think, she would have 
realized she'd seen that same look on faces of boys 
she'd pushed away. And she might have wondered about 
that. Why would she push them away and then want to 
welcome that look on her brother's face? 

But she didn't have time to think. Nervously she asked. 
"Do I look OK?" 

Bobby tried to clamp down on the emotions that had 
already made his dick iron hard. This was his sister. 
He shouldn't feel this way about her. He shouldn't feel 
the things he felt for his mother either. He tried to 
control himself, but had to confess too. 

"No, you don't look OK," he said, his teeth hard to 
part in his mouth. "You look fabulous. Lori I want to 
do things to you. Maybe I should leave now." 

Lori's building emotions continued to push her where, 
an hour ago she'd never have dreamed of going. "Like 
what?" she asked, her stomach churning. 

Bobby, having a difficult time cutting things off was 
lured further by her apparent interest and lack of 
horror at what he was suggesting. 

"Hold you," he said tensely. 

"What's wrong with that?" asked his sister. "That's not 
perverted." 

"You're naked," he pointed out.

"No I'm not, I'm wearing panties," she countered. 

Bobby's frustration and desire bubbled over. 

"I want to suck your luscious tits. I want to lick your 
pussy! I WANT TO FUCK YOU!!" he yelled. 

There was a sound in Lori's abdomen, akin to the sound 
a stomach makes... growling when hunger is strong. But 
it wasn't Lori's stomach that made that sound. Her 
pussy got so wet it dripped, soaking the fluff poking 
from between the edges of the crotchless portion of her 
panties. Dewey drops collected on the ends of a few of 
those hairs. 

Lori flushed, feeling the heat of the blood suffusing 
her cheeks and neck and chest. She felt fire shooting 
through her loins and her nipples ached so much she had 
to reach up and squeeze them both between her thumbs 
and fingers. The pleasure of that tipped the balance. 

"Would you please kiss me first?" she asked softly. 

Bobby discovered that the idea of kissing his sister 
was suddenly appealing in a way that surprised him. She 
was his sister... and that made it seem odd. But she 
was a beautiful young woman too, and that made it 
attractive to him. Something bloomed in his gut and he 
found himself anxious to kiss her, wondering what her 
lips would feel like... taste like. He was so focused 
on the kiss part that he didn't even process the rest 
of the insinuation in her question. His autonomic 
nervous system heard that promise, though, and finished 
preparing his body for mating.

What happened then was a comedy of errors as both young 
people crashed into each other, each one trying to do 
something with their hands and not knowing what to do. 
Their lips crushed together and, for a few minutes, 
that was enough. But the feel of her hot breasts 
through his shirt made Bobby crazy and he pushed her 
away long enough to rip his own shirt off.

Then they crashed together again, their chests rubbing 
together. Their noses clashed as each one tried to tilt 
his or her head in the same direction. Then they both 
switched to the other direction at the same time, and 
their teeth touched, banging. Bobby's hands cupped his 
sister's butt through the panties and she moaned as he 
pulled her against his stiff bone. 

Bobby groaned as he felt nectar leaking from his cock. 
"Lori, you don't know what you're doing to meee." he 
moaned. 

"Show me," she whispered. She had never been this 
excited in her whole short life. She wanted to see 
everything... feel everything... do everything. She was 
a runaway emotional train with no brakes. 

Then they were apart while Bobby frantically pushed 
down his jeans, kicking off his shoes. Lori held her 
breath as he thumbed his shorts and pushed them down. 

What she saw then shook her to her core. Bobby's prick 
was, in her opinion, a massive thing, thick and veined, 
not as long as she thought it might be... blunt 
looking, like two cardboard rolls when the toilet paper 
is gone, stuck end to end, but with pink flesh wrapped 
tightly around them. 

"Oh Bobby," she sighed. Her mind screamed that it would 
never fit in her, and then argued that nobody said they 
would even try that, while other parts of her mind 
couldn't wait to feel that inside her. She almost 
fragmented mentally with her urge to run and her urge 
to take that thing into her mouth and hand and pussy. 

"Oh Bobby," she sighed again. "Oh please hurry." 

She pulled him to her bed, with it's pink bedspread, 
covered with cartoon characters and their legs tangled 
as she tried to lie down, crawl on the bed and pull him 
with her all at the same time. 

Then he was over her again, and that same feeling of 
being a mouse under a cat came flashing back into her 
mind. His head darted to her breasts and she gurgled 
with the impact of the feeling as he sucked hard on a 
nipple. Her legs tried to flop open, an automatic 
Neanderthal reaction as her body begged to be bred. But 
his leg was in the way and she could only move one leg 
to the side. He felt her leg hit his and lifted his own 
and she groaned as she was able to spread her legs, 
opening herself to be plundered. 

He shifted to the other nipple and her knees drew up, 
digging her heels into the bed. She arched her back, 
driving her pussy up at him and whined when her thighs 
hit his waist and she couldn't make it touch anything. 
Her pussy wanted to be touched... stroked... fucked. 
With her eyes closed she remembered the look of that 
huge thing that jutted from the brown hair at the base 
of it and reached, twisting sideways, groping, trying 
to find it. She whined again. It was beyond her reach. 

"Bobbeeeeeee!" she moaned. "I'm on fire." 

Bobby had given up trying to control himself too. His 
mind too was fragmented by the multiple sensations 
vying for his attention. The feel of her soft naked 
skin touching him sent electric sensations, almost 
pain, out from each place they touched. The taste of 
her nipples threatened to make his head explode. The 
feel of her legs opening... promising that they 
wouldn't have to stop... made his prick lurch and drip. 
Her voice rasped in his brain, like the cry of a child 
who needs help and who drives you to heroic feats to 
save her. He pushed up and moved up, knowing his penis 
would be just above her pussy. 

When Bobby moved, Lori's flailing hand found his young 
manhood. She gripped and pulled, almost savagely until 
it nosed into the gap made in the panties for this very 
reason. It nudged between the petals of her pussy. His 
motion already started, when Bobby felt that fiery 
embrace, he pushed savagely, impaling his sister's 
defenseless pussy in one streaking lunge that took the 
tip of his cock clear to her womb. 

Lori was shocked at the pain. Her body had been telling 
her this was what she wanted. But his savage, hymen-
shredding entry sobered her instantly and she writhed, 
trying to get away from the invading monster. A scream 
of agony tore from her lips and her hands scrabbled now 
at his sides, trying to push him away. It was agony! 

Bobby was beyond control, though. His brain heard her 
anguished cry, but the Neanderthal part of his brain 
insisted that this was right... that he must go on. His 
hips lifted, drawing his prick almost out of the woman 
under him and then fell, powering back into her belly. 
She grunted with the force of it and her fingernails 
dug painfully into his sides, pushing. He let her push 
him back up, and the muscles in his abdomen and 
buttocks clenched, driving him into her again. He heard 
the squelch of fluids being displaced and the smack of 
skin hitting skin. 

His body set up a repetitive motion, pulling and then 
slamming back in, pounding the soft body under him, as 
if he were trying to pound her into submission as she 
cried out over and over again. Her cries were like 
music to the Neanderthal's ears. 

Lori couldn't make the pain go away. He was too 
heavy... too strong. Then her pussy was suddenly empty 
and she took a breath to shout her relief. That breath 
blasted out of her as another agonized cry as the 
monster ravished her pussy a second time. She felt like 
she was being split open, that she must surely die. 
Then the pounding began and she got faint as her body 
jiggled and shook as it was abused. 

Then, suddenly, so suddenly that she was taken 
completely by surprise, a streak of that earlier 
pleasure shot through her loins. Her vaginal tissues 
were beginning to adapt... stretch... loosen, and his 
penis scraped along her engorged clit each time it 
slammed into her body. Her eyes had been closed, 
squeezed tightly at the pain, but now they opened wide 
as more and more of those delicious feelings began to 
flood her senses once again. Now the balance had 
tipped, and, while there was still pain, it had taken 
on a new feel, like the pain of worked muscles... a 
bearable pain... a good pain. 

And even that faded away to be replaced by overwhelming 
feelings of ecstasy that made her lift her hips, like 
they had before, when they were seeking something to 
fill her emptiness with. Her hips seemed to know when 
to do this and soon she was pounding her pussy UP off 
the bed as his prick slithered into her on the down 
stroke. She spread her legs wider now and that helped 
too, allowing him to go deeper than before, where he 
hit something that made Lori want to scream again, only 
this time NOT in pain, but in joy! 

Lori had felt orgasm before when she used her fingers, 
and she felt that excitement building inside her. She 
welcomed it, because that was something familiar, that 
she knew what to expect from. But it kept building and 
then built some more until again she thought she'd fly 
apart if there wasn't some kind of release. She cried 
out again, thrusting, writhing, trying to reach for 
that sweet release. Now her fingernails dug into her 
brother's buttocks as she pulled him into her as deeply 
as possible. 

Bobby too felt the release he so desperately sought 
begin to build. He gave no thought to letting that 
release take place outside his sister's pussy. His body 
drove him single mindedly to just... get there. And 
when his balls clenched and he knew it was there, the 
Neanderthal in him whispered "Go deep" and he did. He 
slammed into her one last time and held himself rigid 
as his balls emptied themselves into the hot, clasping 
pussy wrapped firmly around his prick. 

Lori felt Bobby go stiff. She felt the penis inside her 
get even larger. Then she felt the rush of heat deep in 
her belly, right next to the thing she had almost 
instantly learned she loved to have prodded. That heat 
surrounded the little thing inside her and her orgasm 
loosed itself throughout her body. 

Again, Bobby heard his sister's now hoarse voice give 
out an agonized cry, but this one sounded different 
than the first ones had. This one had the force of 
unbridled joy supporting it. The part of Bobby's mind 
that knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt that he had 
hurt his sister and hurt her badly... relaxed a little. 
She couldn't sound that joyful if she were still in 
pain. 

They lay there, gripping each other with muscles that 
were almost locked. They drew in great gasping breaths 
of air, which cleared their minds enough to assess what 
had just happened. Bobby could tell that he was heavy 
upon her and rolled sideways, holding her until they 
were face to face, lying on their sides. 

Lori remembered the pain. She knew how severe it had 
been... how she'd have done anything to make it stop. 
But she couldn't feel that now. And, as he rolled, and 
his now limp penis pulled out of her, Lori felt the 
loss... the emptiness... and she knew that she would 
have to be filled again. 

"I love you," she whispered to her brother. 

"How could you. I heard your screams," he said. 

"That's gone. I don't think that will happen again," 
she sighed. "It had better not," she added. 

"I raped you," he moaned. 

"No," she said. She didn't know what that was, but it 
wasn't rape. Not as far as she was concerned. 

"How did this happen?" he whined. 

"I don't know," said Lori. "And I don't care... as long 
as it happens again." 

"We can't," he was a little boy again. Now he thought 
of the consequences. "You'll get pregnant. It will hurt 
you." 

"We'll do something about that," she said soothingly. 

"What did we do?" he sounded lost. 

"You took my cherry," she whispered. "And I love you 
for it." 

She kissed him until he calmed down enough to know she 
was being truthful with him. 

Lori had walked gingerly for a day or two after that, 
but no one noticed. It was Lori in fact, who initated 
their second liaison. Bobby had avoided her, still 
uncomfortable with the wild thing that had taken 
control of him and changed their lives. But Lori 
wouldn't be denied. She went to him in his room and 
badgered him into putting it in her again. 

When, this time, the only sounds she made were coos of 
encouragement and joy, Bobby relaxed. And to their 
amazement, this time was soft and gentle, almost slow, 
without the raging passion that had consumed them both 
in that initial encounter. Bobby went slower, though 
just as deeply and it was Lori who began to make him 
speed up. She had two orgasms before he flushed her 
full of his seed. 

They were hooked. 

It showed just how much they were hooked by the fact 
that they were driven to make love in a motel room with 
their mother only a few feet away.

It had driven them until they had been caught.


CHAPTER FIVE


Lori couldn't believe it when she saw her mother follow 
Coach into the bathroom. Bobby gasped as well. Both of 
them had watched as they saw their mother's hand being 
placed on what was obviously Coach's hard dick. And 
both had seen her hand squeeze that lump. And then 
there had been the kiss and some whispering. Bobby, who 
had always had a letch for his mother anyway, felt his 
prick harden. Lori, who knew that part of the 
attraction Bobby had to her was that she was her 
mother's daughter, thought about the man who was 
touching her mother the way Bobby touched her.

But the reality of what Claire had said to them both 
barged through those emotions.

"Fuck! She knows!" said Bobby. "We have to get out of 
here."

"Come on Bobby, where are we going to go?" asked Lori.

"I don't know, but I love you Lori, and I'm not going 
to stop what we do."

"We can't just run away." complained Lori. She was the 
more grounded of the two, despite the fact that she had 
seduced her brother without actually setting out to do 
so.

"What do you think she's going to say to us Lori?" 
asked Bobby. "You think she'll come out of there and 
say "Well, kids, I saw you fucking, and it looked 
really hot, so fuck all you want."

"Of course not," said Lori. "But maybe we can explain 
it to her... you know, how we feel." 

"I think we should make ourselves scarce," advised 
Bobby. "Hurry, we can't have much longer."

"I don't know. Mom's been in there a long time," said 
Lori. "What can they be doing in there?"

"I don't know," said Bobby. "Come on... get dressed... 
HURRY LORI!"

***

The kids were dressed for the day. Lori was standing by 
the door, her hand on the handle, looking over her 
shoulder at Bobby, who was throwing things in his 
carryall. Lori said ,"Now who's holding us up. Hurry UP 
Bobby!" as the bathroom door was thrown open and their 
mother charged into the room. 

"What's the big rush?" Claire asked much more calmly 
than she felt.

Lori's face registered shock. Claire's eyes went to the 
bag in her hand, and the bag Bobby was stuffing full. 
"The game's not until one."

Neither teen could think of anything to say. It didn't 
matter. Their actions said it for them anyway.

Claire blanched as she realized her children had been 
planning on running. Her heart seized as she thought of 
what that would have been like. They had no idea what 
it took to stay alive... to stay healthy. She was 
deeply disappointed that they assumed she didn't love 
them, or wouldn't try to understand... or was incapable 
of understanding. It flitted through her mind that she 
DIDN'T understand, but she still loved her children 
more than anything else in the world. The thought of 
losing them made her stomach hurt.

"Did you think if you ran away that all your problems 
would go away?" she said heavily. "Are you really that 
stupid?" Clair pointed to a chair. "Sit down."

Chuck exited the bathroom and came up behind Claire. He 
touched her elbow, but she jerked away from him. 
"Chuck, would you mind if I had a few minutes with my 
children alone?"

"Sure Claire. I'll go make sure everybody's up and 
ready for breakfast," he said. 

Lori had still not moved. Her hand was still on the 
doorknob when Chuck got there. She looked at him, fear 
in her eyes. He winked and then grabbed her shoulders, 
moving her to the chair Claire had pointed to. A little 
pressure on her shoulders made her sit. He opened the 
door and said "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to take 
you to breakfast."

Claire wanted to sit down, but knew she needed the 
tactical advantage of being higher than the children. 
Skills she had learned in the business world were habit 
now and she didn't even think about them. "Sit down 
Bobby." she said.

"Mom..." he started, but she held up her hand. 

"Don't make me yell at you Bobby. I don't want to yell. 
Just sit down and let's talk about this."

Bobby turned and sat on the coffee table his bag was 
lying on.

No one said anything for a few seconds. Claire tried to 
think of what she wanted to talk about, but her 
emotions were still roiling from the shower.

"How long has this been going on?" she asked.

At least the children didn't try to lie about it. Lori 
said, "Three months."

Claire was lost. How did you talk to your children 
about something like this? 

"I don't understand," said Claire. "I want to 
understand, but I don't know how to do that."

Lori spoke again. "Mom, I love Bobby."

"Of course you do, he's your brother," said Claire.

"No, I mean I LOVE him, mom," said Lori. "I don't want 
to be with other boys. I don't want to have a 
boyfriend. I LOVE him mom."

Claire's head swiveled to Bobby, who was sitting up 
straight.

"I feel the same way," he said.

Claire tried to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm happy that 
you don't want a boyfriend too, at least."

Neither teen smiled.

"Sorry," said Claire. "I'm a little nervous. In the 
last twelve hours a lot has changed for me and I'm not 
at all used to those changes." 

She shook her head. "But one thing needs to be clearly 
understood. We are a family. And if we have some 
problems, then we'll work on them as a family. Running 
away won't do anybody any good and it would have just 
killed me if something would have happened to you two. 
So the first thing you have to do is promise me you 
won't run away."

Both Bobby and Lori had expected shouting... maybe 
threats. Bobby had even felt there was a chance that 
their mother would throw them out. But her behavior, if 
not a polar opposite, wasn't anywhere near what they 
had expected. And exacting that promise from them 
actually made them feel better about things. With that 
off the table they didn't have to think about that, and 
all it would entail.

Bobby looked at Lori. There was yearning in her eyes. 
She nodded.

"OK, we promise," said Bobby for them both.

Claire felt relief herself. "Now, the second thing I 
want you to understand is that you're my babies and I 
love you." She saw the reaction in the faces of her 
children. "Come on... you know what I mean. I know 
you're not babies, but you used to be, and every mother 
thinks like that. The important thing is that I love 
you both. I don't understand what you've done, but that 
doesn't matter. I love you."

One of the things Claire had learned about personnel 
problems was that, during a counseling session, it was 
usually valuable to find out what questions the 
employee being evaluated had. Sometimes they brought 
things up themselves that the boss wanted to talk about 
anyway.

"What questions do you two have about all this?" she 
said. As she thought about that she decided that had 
been a stupid thing to say.

"Are you going to make us stop?" asked Lori.

Maybe it wasn't so stupid after all.

"I don't know," said Claire. "I have to think about 
that."

Both youths were shaken by her answer. They had 
expected a very quick effort by their mother to forbid 
them to do anything ever again. And both were prepared 
to fight for their love. Now, though, her answer didn't 
require a fight and their thoughts fragmented as they 
tried to adjust.

Claire thought about what Chuck had said. "You probably 
wouldn't stop if I told you to." she said. "And I can't 
make you fall out of love." She frowned. "But what 
you're doing is dangerous, and you need to understand 
that. It's dangerous because Lori could get pregnant. 
It's dangerous because society says it's taboo, and if 
anyone finds out there would be a scandal. Chuck 
already knows, but I don't think he'll make a fuss 
about it. That's not true of others, though."

"Coach knows?" Lori's voice rose to a soprano whine.

"You two made enough noise last night that I wouldn't 
be surprised if the people in the room next door know 
about it," sighed Claire. Bobby rocked backwards and 
Claire held up her hand. "It wasn't that bad. I was 
exaggerating. But you were a lot louder than you 
thought you were. Both nights." 

Lori blushed. "You heard us... both nights?"

"It's not all that dark in the room, dear. I saw you 
too."

"When you got up and went to the bathroom?" asked Lori.

Claire nodded. 

Lori turned to here brother and hissed. "I TOLD you so 
Bobby. You should have LISTENED to me."

"Stop!" said Claire firmly. "Fighting between 
yourselves won't solve anything either." She asked 
something she'd been curious about, but didn't want to 
ask sooner. "How did this happen?" she asked. "I mean 
how did it get started?"

Lori looked at Bobby, but he shrugged, as if to say, 
"Don't ask me?" She glared at her brother when it 
became obvious she would have to answer that question.

"Well, we were cooking one day. We were making pies and 
cookies and cake."

Claire remembered that day. She'd come home to find the 
kitchen completely trashed, a whole pan of cookies 
burnt to a crisp, and her children giddy with laughter. 
They'd been so happy she couldn't be angry with them 
for failing to clean up. And, they had worked willingly 
and happily together to straighten things out. She 
nodded so that Lori would go on.

"And we started teasing each other," said Lori. She 
darted a look at Bobby. "And the teasing got kind of 
excited, and we got kind of excited and things got kind 
of complicated and it just happened."

Lori looked at her mother to see if such a vague 
description was going to fly. Claire's eyes were 
unfocused. She was thinking about how well that 
description could be used for what had just happened in 
the bathroom. Then she thought about what had happened 
in the bathroom, and how wild and spontaneous it had 
been.

Bobby spoke. "We didn't actually intend for anything to 
happen. But I got so excited I couldn't control myself 
and Lori couldn't make me stop." He had decided to take 
the blame. He'd always felt that he should be blamed 
for the initial incident. Her screams as her hymen was 
torn and her pussy cruelly stretched were etched in his 
memory forever, regardless of how happy she was to 
welcome him between her legs now.

Lori waved a hand dismissively. "Don't pay any 
attention to him Mom. He thinks he raped me, but it was 
actually the other way around. Once I had him in my 
hand I wouldn't let him leave without feeling it inside 
me." Her relief at finally being able to talk about her 
relationship with her brother was so strong that it 
freed her tongue a little too much.

Claire was, in fact, a little shocked that Lori could 
talk about that so lightly. It made her a little 
suspicious. "So, are you two sexually active with any 
one other than each other?"

Both children shook their heads immediately, and 
together. Their response was too immediate to be 
false... unless they had practiced it.

Claire looked at Bobby. "And what have you done to 
protect her, Bobby?"

He looked uncomfortable. "Well, we use condoms most of 
the time," Lori snorted. He glared at her. "OK, 
sometimes."

Claire finally decided she could sit down. She chose 
the bed. It still gave her a tiny height advantage. 

"I have three friends at work who use condoms for birth 
control," she said. "They're all pregnant."

Both teen's head jerked towards each other at that 
comment.

"Yeah, condoms are a lousy way to prevent pregnancies. 
They break, and leak and have pinholes in them," said 
Claire, like it was a discussion about how to chop 
carrots.

"I didn't know that," said Bobby.

"Which is why you probably shouldn't be having sex. You 
need to learn about adult things before you do adult 
things," said Claire.

"We're not going to stop Mom." said Lori firmly. Chuck 
had been right.

"Even if continuing gets you pregnant?" asked Claire.

"I love Bobby," said Lori stubbornly. "And if I have 
his baby I'll love our baby too."

"Well, now THERE'S a plan for the future," snorted 
Claire. "Look, kids, I love you both and I'm NOT sorry 
I had you. But I probably had you too soon. And when 
your father left that meant I was too young to get a 
good job and we had to really struggle for a long time. 
I don't want you to have to go through that."

Lori looked at her mother thoughtfully. "Mom, if I got 
pregnant... from anybody... would you make me move 
out?"

Claire snorted again. "Of course not. That's the last 
thing I'd want you to do. I just told you it's hard to 
raise a baby. If you were married, then yes, you'd have 
to go live with your husband. But you can't marry 
Bobby. Nobody's going to allow that."

The door opened and Chuck walked in. "Time's up" he 
announced. "Ahhhh, I see there aren't any bloody 
corpses lying about, so I have to assume that things 
have been civilized. That's good, because I'm hungry 
and if there had been murder and mayhem the police 
would come and we'd have to all answer questions and 
I'd just starve to death." His attempt at humor had 
been so long that he ended up panting a little. 
"Anybody hungry?"

While he didn't get the chuckles he hoped for, Chuck's 
intrusion wasn't a problem either. Everyone had had 
their say, to a point. All three Richardsons stood up 
and they went to breakfast. 

The day was spent chasing around a perplexing mix of 
emotions. Nothing had really been "decided". Lori and 
Bobby still didn't know what their mother was going to 
do about... them. And "them" was something that was so 
important to both of them that it affected their 
behavior. Lori didn't have quite the verve that she 
usually displayed when she cheered on the team. Bobby 
fumbled the ball twice and at halftime the team was 
behind by fourteen points. 

Claire, watching the game, had a hard time paying 
attention to what was going on. Every time she looked 
at her son or daughter, all she could conjure up in her 
mind's eye was Bobby, hunched over Lori, her legs 
spread in welcome, as he grunted in that special sexy 
way that meant he was filling her with his spunk. That, 
added on top of her own emotional turmoil - whenever 
she looked at Chuck her stomach did flip-flops - began 
to rob her of the joy she usually experienced when he 
saw her children doing what they loved to do. 

In short, her life... and the lives of her children... 
had been knocked topsy-turvy. 

As sometimes happens to adults in that situation, 
usually when they aren't at all ready for it, her mind 
began to question some things she thought were 
"decided". She had pretty well become resigned to the 
fact that there was no man in her life. In fact, she 
realized she had unconsciously kept men at bay, feeling 
she didn't need a man in her life any more. Now, after 
what had happened in the shower, and the feeling in her 
stomach when she looked at Chuck, Claire's decision 
that men weren't worth the effort it took to have a 
serious relationship had taken a few hits. Then there 
was the whole incest thing with her kids. Incest was 
wrong. Everybody said so. It ruined the families that 
were involved in it... didn't it? 

But her children were obviously happy, and normal in 
every other way she could think of. They got good 
grades, were reasonably popular, and seemed well 
adjusted when compared to other brothers and sisters 
she saw together. Nothing had happened in the three 
months they claimed to have been having this 
relationship that made anything look different at all 
to Claire. Was it actually possible for a brother and 
sister to love each other... that way... and for it to 
actually work out well? 

So many of Claire's assumptions about her life were in 
question that she didn't even know HOW to think about 
them, much less WHAT to think about them. 

Chuck nudged Claire and her head jerked as she realized 
she had been staring at the stats sheet in her lap for 
quite a while. 

"Claire, I need you to pay attention," said Chuck 
gruffly. It was his "coach" voice. "I think I might be 
in love with you, but I need you to pay attention to 
the game." he said. 

Claire's head jerked again in surprise. That was all 
she needed. He might be in LOVE with her?! 

She ground her teeth in frustration, and blushed, but 
nodded tersely. "OK," she said. 

Claire had the capacity to be single minded, and she 
called on that talent now. Statistics were kept in two 
identical books. Volunteer students maintained them, 
but one of the volunteers had been unable to attend the 
contest, so Claire had volunteered to do that. She and 
the boy who had the other book were sitting side by 
side, and she leaned over to talk to him, catching up 
her sheet. Then she paid strict attention to the game, 
shoving her other thoughts away. 

It was then that she was able to notice that Bobby 
wasn't playing well. She began watching him more 
closely and saw the frequent looks he shot to the 
sidelines... not at the coach... but at his sister... 
and at his mother. Knowing how roiled her own emotions 
were, she had no trouble identifying what was on 
Bobby's mind.

During a time out, when he ran over to huddle with the 
coaches, she pulled at his shoulder pads. 

"You keep your mind on the game," she barked. 

"I can't," he said. 

"Bobby, honey," she said, her voice pleading. "We'll 
get through this... difficulty. We'll work on it as a 
family. But if you can't discipline yourself when 
things get difficult, how can we ever make this all 
work out? I love you. I'm not going to stop loving you. 
Lori obviously loves you too. But... that... can't be 
the only thing in your life Bobby. You have other 
responsibilities too." 

"All I can think about is where I'll be sleeping 
tonight." said Bobby miserably. 

Claire thought. Her questions about whether society was 
right or not boiled over in her mind. Who were 
strangers to tell her... and her wonderful children... 
what was right and wrong for them? 

She made a decision she couldn't believe she was 
making. "Well, if you don't start paying attention to 
the game I may make you sleep with ME tonight. There 
are only two beds in the room. If you want to sleep in 
Lori's bed tonight you'd better get back in there and 
kick some ass!" 

Unknown to Claire, her "threat" to make her son sleep 
with her, played to the overwhelming emotions that were 
surging through his body. Unknown to Claire, she had 
suggested what evolution had primed men to believe: If 
you want the best women... the most fertile women... 
the most desirable women... you had to be the alpha 
male in the group. 

And, as far as Bobby was concerned, his mother and 
sister WERE the most desirable women in the group. The 
surge of adrenaline and testosterone in his system 
caused his muscles to swell and his mind to sharpen. He 
was primed for combat. 

And it made a difference. The fourteen point advantage 
the other team was enjoying melted away in a mere three 
series. Claire felt a surge of excitement as she saw 
his play improve dramatically. At one point, when the 
defense was on the field, Claire saw Bobby run over to 
his sister and hold an animated discussion with her. 
Lori glanced at her mother and then back at Bobby and 
her level of participation in the game increased after 
that too. 

In the end, the team won by six points. 

After the game the atmosphere was electric with 
excitement. They had advanced to the semi-finals and, 
if things went well, were only two games away from 
claiming the trophy. All the kids were giddy, talking 
too loudly, full of energy, even though they'd just 
played a hard game. 

Chuck called them all together. "OK" he started. "I 
know you all are excited, but this is the time 
discipline is needed." Claire saw Bobby look at her and 
grin. Chuck went on, his hands out, facing the group. 
"So even though right now you don't feel tired, and you 
want to party, you really need to think about getting 
some