The next morning Tom was up before the three of us. He still worked too hard; Protestant work ethic I suppose. Even though he couldn't resist an opportunity to offend god in all ways possible. (He'd recite psalms while fucking my ass.) We ran a kitchen utensil store. Doesn't sound very exciting but we built it up and had three outlets and a half dozen employees. So now I only dropped in when needed, or when I felt like it. Now that the kids were at school, third grade now, I could spend more time gardening, messing around with home improvements. I could also play on the internet. If I was a guy it'd be 45 minutes porn per hour of potentially useful activity, but I was always looking for new products for the shops.
Which is not to say I didn't enjoy some filth in my day. Tom really didn't care what I get up to as long as it didn't affect us. And I'd have been mad to jeopardize what we have. My friends were agog when they met him. He looks a lot like Robert Redford; a little darker, especially his olive eyes. Me, I have unusually flawless pale skin -I'm so lucky- and jet black hair, and tits. Tom says I make Dita von Teese and Jennifer Connelly look like skanks. Which is nice to hear. Barely a day has gone by without Tom commenting in some lewd way on my tits, if he hasn't got his hands on them, or isn't tit-fucking me and spraying copious amounts of cum all over my face. Perhaps that's the secret to my complexion.
The sex stuff online - I liked history and oddities. Biographies of the really, really bad folks. I enjoyed reading about the depravities of Roman emperors and popes. They really knew how to enjoy themselves. Today though I thought about Michael and orgasms. And Google, to my delight, told me that males can come without ejaculating, and do it young. I'd never thought about it, but of course I was thinking about it now.
The twins were born two years after we married. The pretty young twins. My god what were we doing last night? How did that happen? Both of us losing out to the outrageous, shameful desire to feel their feathery soft bodies. Tom jerking off above Hayley's face, me grabbing Michael's cock. Tom and I it appeared were feeding off each other. Was it going to be a succession of dares?
I was up in time to fix the kids their lunch. Tom kissed them on the head and went to leave. We exchanged a look. He raised his eyebrows and closed the door behind him. The twins shone with energy and ... yes, innocence. But I knew they were changing. I had to find a way to either suppress my urges (which told me to impose my terrible new sexual drive on the children) or I had to accept that something in me was just bad and uncontrollable, and I would seek out their naked bodies, turn them into creatures who wanted the same things Tom and I did, wanted our sex. And the loudest voice said that if I didn't let it out, let out this ... what? evil? I'd go mad.
I had dropped the pair at school as any mother would, and with those motherly feelings. I'm not crazy. I wasn't about to spend every hour of the day thinking of things to do with them, or to them? Love was in there, and it would battle away with lust. I would get annoyed when Michael didn't clean up his toys; when Hayley wasn't ready for shopping. Christ I'd tell Hayley her skirt's too short even when I'm thinking about Tom sliding his hand under it.
I phoned Tom when I get home. "Well ..." I said, having no idea what sort of conversation this would be.
"Well indeed," he said. "We've been to a dark place haven't we babe."
"Is there any going back?" I asked, half-hoping he'd say it was a one-off, a shameful incident to be forgotten.
He drew a deep breath and said, "I don't think so." He paused to speak to someone in the shop, and then came back to me. "I guess it was inevitable." His voice quietened. "It's not like we get all precious about child sex. Not like aspects of it don't turn us on."
"But it's never been anything we wanted to act on." I said.
"Not at all. We've never hung around a fucking school! And it's our own kids."
"Better than anyone else's," he said. It sounded flippant but it was true. "Let's just hope they enjoy it." He had confidence in his voice. He'd made his mind up, and I knew I'd go along with it. "Customers. I have to go. Love you." He loves me, and he loves the kids. I thought about how he'd kick a soccer ball in the yard with Hayley, then later he'd probe her cunt with his fingers. And the things I'd do. The shocking acts. Guilt wouldn't be enough to bother me. Guilt would be NOTHING.
These gorgeous little sex toys, suddenly and prematurely lessoned in sex; nasty hot sex. Perversions to be performed and then entrenched for them to enjoy for life. Is that what could happen? The total upending of anything society said was wrong. We'd make it right. I could almost fool myself that it was healthy. I could justify the unjustifiable.
I remembered later in the day a story Tom had told me. I think he must have forgotten it himself. How he tried to have sex with a girl when he was nine. He knew the basics; where things were meant to go, but he had no hard-on. They were both naked however. He always wondered what kind of horror there would have been if his parents had arrived home. What if I arrived home some time and Michael and Hayley were trying to fuck? I would have been horrified before this terrible transformation. What about now?
I knew my children had the gist of what fucking was. Michael's dick ... he'd already shown that it was sort of ready to go. Whatever Hayley had been up to would be revealed too.
That evening at dinner, Hayley and Michael delivered their verdicts on the school day. Who was cool, who was funny, which teacher got made a fool of. Kids' stuff.
And then after we'd cleared up and were in the living room, I simply lost patience and said to Michael,"How are those stiffys going baby?"
Tom looked at me in amazement. He obviously couldn't believe I couldn't even wait until bedtime!
Michael looked at me like I was an idiot. "Well, I don't get them at school. I'm too busy."
"What if you had a cute teacher?"
He frowned and thought and said,"You got me there."
Everyone laughed and Hayley said to Michael. "You getting a hard dick?" just like she was asking him if he wanted ice cream. There was no moral wall here. No obstructions, no signals of decency which would be drummed into them. They were still free.
"Show me," Hayley said.
Michael protested. "It's not hard now."
"Well what makes it hard?" I asked
"Playing with it," he said. "Thinking."
"About what," I said.
He was getting shy. "I dunno ... you I suppose."
I felt my entire body heat up, a flushed dizziness in my head. "Oh darling that's lovely. I feel very special." Tom nodded to me, wordlessly saying, 'go on Yolanda, get his cock out'. My stomach tightened.
"Maybe I can help you get it hard for Hayley to see." Michael raised his eyebrows as if to say, great idea, without wanting to sound too eager.
Tom looked at me intently and smiled. Hayley had a big smile on her face too. It was like we were merely watching The Simpsons or playing a computer game. A new family activity. Instead of teaching them Scrabble, Hayley would learn how to take her father's big cock in her mouth.
I knelt in front of Michael and pulled down his shorts and underwear. There was his little hairless cock, not big enough to lie to one side; just poking out from his lower belly. I slid my hand up the inside of his thigh and rested it on his baby ballsack. With an open palm I lightly rode my hand over his dick. He quivered. Hayley's face was a picture of fascinated concentration. Tom's hand had moved to his groin.
I leaned up and kissed Michael all over his face. And then; "You want mummy to suck your willy?"
Michael was flabbergasted. I said, "It's okay, it's what we do." He nodded and I moved back down to his marble smooth stomach, then took his little cock in my mouth. It was fantastic. So strange and small and sweet but beginning to pulse. I felt like I could suck it right off his body. I had to be gentle. With each soft pull of my tongue and mouth his erection was arriving little by little just as I'd hoped.
"What's happening?" Hayley exclaimed. "I can't see!"
"Come over," I said. I kept sucking, looking at Michael's face, his head swaying a little, that frown of pleasure that sex brings. Now he was hard. That forefinger-sized cock. I withdrew my mouth so Hayley could see. "Mmm ... not bad,' she decided.
Tom spoke at last. "Have a feel of it Hayls." Hayley stared and ran an exploratory finger along the stiff shaft of Michael's dick. Then she closed her fingers around it. Michael groaned, and spread his legs further. I put my hand over Hayley's and guided her in stroking the small but rigid hard on.
And I whispered into Michael's ear. "You're a naughty boy aren't you?" He was panting. "And mummy's a very naughty girl."
"I want to suck it," Hayley said.
"Yeah, " Michael whimpered. "I want to put it in Hayley's mouth."
And suddenly she was down on him, tongue all over his cock, licking sucking. It was ridiculous but it DID look like she was attacking an ice cream pole. Michael gripped the sofa on either side. His breath shortened, and his body began to contort, Christ, he was going to come.
"Suck it hard," I instructed Hayley with a firm almost bossy voice. Michael was softly moaning - little "oh's", then louder, and then he convulsed. Hayley sat suddenly upright. Tom leaned forward on his chair wide-eyed. I lay my head next to Michael's and grabbed his little boner and in an intensity which you could see almost frightened him, he had his first orgasm. There was a tiny little dribble, but the spasms ... there were five at least. He puffed like he'd run a sprint. My cunt was soaked.
"That was AWESOME." Hayley cried. "Just like me."
"Just like you?" I asked.
"Yep. I make myself get excited like that. Squirming all over the bed."
I looked at Tom. God ... do something to her. Get her naked. Get that big cock in her face. I want to see. I want to get this going.
South Pacific Pervert
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