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My Darling Little Angels
by Bounder53 (randy@ubtanet.com)

***

A story of sexual discovery by young twin girls and 
their older brother. Their mother also becomes involved 
when she catches them at it, and eventually teaches the 
kids what it's all about. (Fbgg, ped, family-inc, mast, 
oral, 1st)
 
***

Chapter 1

(The following events started a few years ago.)

It was a warm Friday in March, after a rough morning 
dealing with obnoxious clients I decided to take the 
rest of the day off. A glass of wine and a nice long 
soak in the hot tub would make me feel like a whole new 
woman.

During the drive home I reflected on my life, things 
that had happened since I graduated school. How I 
enjoyed getting my law degree, meeting my husband and 
all the fun times we had together. Unfortunately, just 
thinking about John really got to me; I deeply hated 
the egotistical controlling bastard. 

For the first few years of our marriage everything was 
just fine, we both worked hard and there were lots of 
parties and social events we both attended. John had 
been so kind, so gentle, never a day went by without 
one of us wanting to have sex.

Then came the day when I found out I was pregnant, 
things sure went down hill after that happened. John 
wanted me to keep working after the baby was born; I 
wanted to stay home and be just a mother. When I was 
growing up both my parents had to work, I didn't want 
that kind of life for my kids. John and I argued and 
fought about it for the next six years.

We had been happily married for two glorious years when 
I finally gave birth to a son that John wanted to name 
Michael, I wanted to name him Arnold after my favorite 
actor (how I loved watching the Terminator movies), 
Anyway, I gave in to John and our son was named 
Michael. Little Michael had blue eyes and flaming red 
hair, just like me. A year later John decided all by 
himself that we needed to have another baby so that 
Michael would have a brother (John insisted that I 
would have another boy, he didn't even give a thought 
that I might have a girl). 

Well, it happened, I had twins, girls, and was John 
ever pissed off about that. I had their names already 
picked out and was looking for-ward to naming them (I 
figured that since I had given birth to two beautiful 
girls that he wouldn't care one way or another what 
their names were. Boy was I ever wrong about that!). 
John declared that they would be named Sally and Susan 
after two of his favorite aunts. That dumb son-of-a-
bitch never once thought about my feelings, all he 
cared about was himself and his image and of how his 
family would be seen by all his friends and co-workers.

Anyway, when Michael was six years old and the twins 
were four, John and I finally had enough of each other 
and we split up. The divorce was very bitter and 
hurtful for me, but in the end I finally got full 
custody of the kids and was able to keep the house 
along with an extremely generous alimony payment and 
child support. What a relief! After eight long years of 
marriage I was so damn tired of all the fighting.

Over the ensuing next seven years I really didn't date 
very much and when I did manage to have a date it 
almost always didn't end as I'd thought it would, it 
seems that all the men I would meet were all after the 
same thing, sex, sex, sex, while all I really wanted 
was to have a caring relationship and a friend. Then, 
of course, when the man I seeing found out I have three 
young children, he would disappear like a thief in the 
night and I would never hear from him again. Like I've 
always said, men think with the wrong head and the 
other one doesn't think.

Michael, my oldest, is twelve years old, he's five foot 
and weighs ninety-seven lbs., he has light strawberry 
red hair and lovely blue eyes and a cute little face 
lightly covered with light red freckles. He's in the 
sixth grade and not really into sports but instead he 
likes to read or watch television, he's a real 
bookworm.

 Susan and Sally, at the tender age of 10 are starting 
to turn into lovely young ladies. They both have long 
silky flaming red hair they usually like to wear in a 
ponytail that reaches halfway down their backs. Both of 
them have china blue eyes and inherited my 'peaches and 
cream' complexion. Both are four foot nine and about 
eighty lbs. Like their brother, both the girls like to 
read a lot. Oh, I forgot to tell you that Susan and 
Sally are in the fourth grade.

Anyway, I finally arrived at home and parked my car in 
the driveway, I didn't feel much like taking the time 
to open the garage door and put-ting the car away, I 
thought that later after I had a chance to rest I could 
always come back out and do it. I was definitely 
looking forward to getting out of my work clothes and 
taking that long soak in the hot tub and a glass of my 
favorite wine. By this time my feet hurt so badly from 
the new shoes I had worn to work that I reached down 
and took them off, oh boy that sure felt good!

I walked up the sidewalk and opened the front door, 
stepped into the hall, placed my purse on the table by 
the door. After picking up the mail from the floor I 
started to make my way down the hall toward the kitchen 
to get my glass of wine when I heard the sound of 
giggling coming from the direction of my daughter's 
bedroom. Curious, I turned around and walked up stairs 
and down the hall to the girls' room. I thought to 
myself that the girls' would most likely be playing 
with their Atari or playing games on their computer or 
something just as entertaining. Just before I reached 
the door to their room, I heard Susan say...

"Well... I... I don't know, I still think it really 
looks kinda cute though." then she gave another girlish 
little giggle.

"Ya... an' jus look how it wiggles an' moves... an' 
see... it's gettin' bigger too." This I heard my Sally 
say with what, to me, sounded like awe in her young 
voice. Then I heard her say, "Dare ya ta touch it." 
There was a brief moment of silence and then I heard 
Susan say to her sister, "Ok, jus watch, I'll do it. 
I'm not a scaredy-cat wuss like you."

Now, standing outside their bedroom door, I must admit 
that I was curious to know what they were doing in 
there, so instead of my just walking in like I normally 
would do, I slowly pushed the door open 'til I had 
enough room to peek around the edge of the doorframe to 
see what was going on in their room. Damn, I was so 
surprised at what I saw that you could've knocked me 
over with a feather!

There sat Susan on the edge of her bed, while in front 
of her stood my son Michael with his sister Sally 
kneeling right between them, looking at her brother. 
All three of them were as naked as the day they were 
born! I could see all of my son's young naked body. I 
noticed his pale hairless chest and flat tummy, his 
skinny arms and legs, how his waist still had that 
child/boy look to it and how his... my God, he had an 
erection! It stuck out from his hairless crotch for 
what looked like five or even six inches and it was as 
big around as an extra-large cigar.

then, while I was looking, I could very clearly see a 
shiny drop of clear pre-cum form at the shiny reddish 
pink tip of his penis. As I watched, Susan slowly 
leaned forward and lifting her hand, she reached out 
for my sons' visibly throbbing erect penis as if she 
was going to touch it. Then, as I watched from behind 
the door, I saw the tips of her slim young fingers 
gently brush against the end of his penis and as they 
felt along its length and slowly made their way down to 
where his testicles.

Well, let me tell you, I immediately decided right then 
and there that I'd better do something to stop this 
'show and tell' session the kids were having that I was 
watching take place right in front of my eyes. These 
are my children, my innocent little babies; they're not 
old enough to even be interested in such things like 
this, much less to even doing them, besides, it's just 
not really right, after all they're brother and 
sisters. Stepping into their room, I loudly cleared my 
throat to get their attention; all three of them must 
have jumped nearly a mile. There they all three were, 
busted, caught red-handed (and buck naked too).

"Just what-the-hell do you kids think you're doing?" I 
asked with a cross tone to my voice.

"Mamma" said all three of them at once. Susan, swiftly 
yanking her hand back from her brothers penis like she 
had just been burned, There was Sally looking up at me, 
a very obvious guilty look on her sweet angelic face, 
and then there was Michael, there he stood, red-faced, 
his young hands quickly reaching down to cover his now 
rapidly wilting semi-erect penis, just standing there, 
frozen in place like a rabbit caught in the headlights 
of a car, looking as though he wanted to run and find a 
place to hide as fast as he could.

There I was, standing in the doorway looking at them, 
seeing all sorts of various emotions flowing across 
their young faces, it was interesting to watch. 
Clearing my throat once again I sternly replied, "I 
said, just what-the-hell are you kids doing!"

"Ah..., ah... ah... we... ah..." gasped Michael, barely 
being able to croak out the words.

"Noth... nothing mama... we're just... just..." replied 
Susan.

Looking at my very naked children, I managed to calm 
myself so that the next words I spoke didn't sound so 
harsh to their young ears. "Michael, Susan, Sally, I do 
know what you three were doing, I'm not blind or dumb." 
Slowly looking at each of their faces I added, "So 
there's really no reason for any of you to try and fib 
to me." 

Reaching down, I picked up my son's favorite orange 
sweatshirt from off the floor, holding it out to 
Michael I told all of them: "Now, all of you will get 
your clothes back on." With that, I tossed Michael's 
sweatshirt at him, the poor kid just barely managed to 
catch it and still manage to keep his damn crotch 
covered.

I stayed standing right where I was and as I watched 
closely they started to put their clothes on, and I 
found myself thinking. My sweet precious little angels 
were actually doing what I had seen them doing, little 
angels, ya right, little devils are more like it! Now 
what do I do?

At last the three of them were standing in front of me 
fully dressed. Looking at my son, I said, "All right 
Michael, you go to your room and you sit on your bed, 
don't you even dare move, you just sit there and you 
think about what you three were doing and how very, 
very wrong it was. I'll be in and then I'll deal with 
you just as soon as I finish having a talk with your 
sisters."

With obvious fear in his young voice, my son very 
quietly replied, "Yes Mamma."

Pointing at the open door, I told him "Now young man!" 
As he left, I followed behind him and slowly closed the 
bedroom door after him. Turning around and looking at 
the girls, "Both of you, Sit!" I commanded, pointing at 
Susan's bed.

Thinking to myself as I walked over to the girls' desk, 
I really just can't believe what I found these two 
doing in here with their brother, damn, now what am I 
going to do about this, how to handle it? 

I grabbed the chair and placed it right in front of 
them. Sitting down on the chair I realized that I'd get 
some truthful answers out of them if I didn't yell at 
them and instead were to keep my cool. Drawing in a 
deep breath I asked, "Ok girls, now tell me, just how 
did this... this... nonsense get started?"

With salty tears rapidly rolling down her sweet pretty 
face, Susan replied. "Oh Mamma, I'm sorry, it... it... 
was all my idea, please... please don't get mad at Mike 
an' Sally, they just went along with it."

"This was your idea Susan, not your brothers?" I asked. 
I was incredulous that it was my sweet little girl who 
had asked her brother to do this 'show and tell'; I 
would've been much less surprised to have learned it 
was her older brother's idea. After all, that's 
something that I would have expected from a boy of 
twelve and entering into puberty, all those new 
feelings and emotions being fed by the hormones now 
being re-leased in his young body.

"Yes Mamma" replied Susan quietly. "Mike really didn't 
want ta' do it... but I... I talked him inta' doin' 
it."

My dear sweet daughter just sat there on her bed and 
hung her head in shame, the tears continued to stream 
down from her blue eyes and flow slowly down her face 
to drop onto her shirt, slowly forming spots that were 
turning her shirt semi-transparent and making her 
prepubescent nipples begin to harden. I wanted so badly 
to take her in my arms and tell her I forgave her for 
what she had done, however I knew I shouldn't and 
couldn't do that, at least not yet. 

I had to find out the because of what I had seen the 
three of them doing earlier. I asked her "Why on earth 
would you ever want to see what your brother looked 
like naked and then to even allow him to see you naked, 
and finally, on top of that you go and get your 
innocent sister involved in all this nonsense as well?" 

Keeping her head down and sobbing she slowly told me. 
"Ah... well... momma... we just got ta' fooling around 
some an..."

Lifting her chin so she could see my face, I said to 
her "listen to me Susan, you can just stop right there. 
I know you to well; I can always tell when you're not 
being honest with me." Removing my hand from her chin, 
I sternly added. "Now young lady, let's start over from 
the beginning and this time you'll tell me the whole 
truth!"

Chocking back tears that I knew were swiftly trying to 
overflow and run down her face Susan quietly stuttered 
out. "I-I... was talkin' ta my friend Jenny today at 
school during recess, an' an' she told me all 'bout 
this cute boy that she really, really likes a lot an' 
an' she told me 'bout how she got him ta go over ta her 
house after school 'cause her mom an' dad weren't 
going' ta be at home. She then told me all 'bout how 
she then got him ta show her his... you know, his... 
thing... Jenny then told me how really neat an' cute 
she thought it looked an' how she even touched it an' 
an..."

"You mean his penis." I asked. "She touched his penis."

"Yes Mamma, his... his... penis."

"Go on Susan, then what happened then?" I was floored, 
her friend Jenny's the same age as my Susan and here 
she was telling my innocent daughter all about how she 
was doing sexual things with a boy, hell, neither of 
them is even into puberty yet. 

"As I was walkin' home from school I got ta thinkin' 
'bout all the things Jenny had said 'bout her seein' 
his... thing an'... an' I started ta get these weird 
funny tingly butterfly feelin's in my tummy." 

Glancing over at her twin sister she continued. "When I 
got home I was feelin' so... so... excited, I guess 
you'd call it, that I went an' told Sally 'bout these 
tingly feelin's, an' how it was all I could think of 
was what Jenny told me 'bout her seein' a boys thing... 
ah, penis. The more I told her 'bout what Jenny had 
told me, the more I thought to myself how it'd be so 
cool ta actually get ta'... you know... to do it... see 
a boys... penis. Anyway, Sally told me she'd never seen 
one either an' my tellin' her all 'bout it had her 
feelin' all 'funny' inside too, an' how she thought 
it'd be way cool ta get ta see what one looked like 
too."

As Susan finished saying this, I looked over at Sally; 
she replied, "Honest Mom, I never have seen one before, 
we was jus' talkin' bout boy's... things, what Jenny 
said they look like an' stuff." Looking down at her 
feet, she very quietly continued. "Guess we kinda got 
carried away, huh?"

Looking at them both, I very quietly said. "Yes, I 
guess you both did. So, now, please tell me, just how 
did the tow of you manage to get your brother to get 
mixed up in all of this?"

Slowly my sweet Sally replied. "Well, as we were 
talkin' 'bout what Jenny had told Susie we both heard 
Mike come in the house an' we could hear him goin' to 
the kitchen. We listened really quietly an' then we 
heard him get somethin' from out of the fridge an' then 
we could hear him come upstairs an' go ta his room." 
Glancing at Susan, she continued. "I don't know why, 
but I jus' up an' asked Suzie if she really wanted to 
see what a boy's... penis looked like an' she said, 
"'course I would. Silly, wouldn't you?"

Reaching out and gently taking both their small hands 
in mine, I looked at them both and said. "That still 
doesn't tell me how you got Mike to get involved."

"Well..." said Susan "Sally told me she had an idea, 
she said Mike's a boy an' he's got ta have one, bet ya 
we could get him ta' show it ta' us like you told me 
'bout how Jenny got her boyfriend ta' show her his, an' 
then I bet ya maybe he'd even let us get ta touch it 
too."

Wondering how my two sweet little angels could get 
their older brother to actually show them his penis, I 
gently asked, "And?"

Looking up at me, Sally continued. Well, ah... I... I 
went ta his room an' asked him if he wanted ta' come 
ta' our room for a minute 'cause Suzie an' I had 
somethin' important we both wanted ta' ask him 'bout 
an' then I told him that if he did that we had 
somethin' he'd probably for sue really want ta' see 
'cause we thought he'd think it was way cool."

"And then what happened?" I asked.

"Well, Mike followed me back ta' our room an' came in 
an' asked us what's so darn important that we had ta' 
bother him 'cause right now MTV was 'bout to start on 
TV an' he didn't want to miss seein' his favorite group 
'cause they was gonna do his favorite song today an' he 
didn't want ta miss it."

"Go on." I said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

As I watched, a blush started below the neckline of 
Sally's' t-shirt and quickly spread up and over her 
whole face, as she continued, "Well... I asked him if 
he thought we were pretty, an' he said 'for dorky 
little sisters, you're ok I guess.'"

"Anyway, then I asked if he'd ever seen what a girl 
looked like an' he said, 'duh, what a dumb question, of 
course I have dork, I'm lookin' at you two aren't I?'. 
I said, "No dummy, I mean have you ever seen what a 
girl looks like without any clothes on?"

"What did your brother say then?" I asked. I just sat 
there listening to her tell of how her and her sister 
got the 'show and tell' that I interrupted started and 
it was all I could do not to jump up and yell at them 
for doing such an evil, wicked, dirty thing, Steeling 
myself so that didn't happen, I clasped my hands 
between my knees and took a deep breath as my daughter 
continued her story.

"Mike said that he'd never seen a naked girl an' how it 
was probably no big deal either 'cause girls were just 
pests and all they wanted ta do was chase boys and try 
ta get them ta kiss them and he thought that was yucky 
and he'd never let some dumb girl do that to him. An' I 
told him that if he'd let us both see him naked an' 
show us his thing, we'd show him what girls looked like 
naked an' he could see our things as well. He was real 
quiet for a minute and I thought he was gonna turn 
around an' leave when he looked at both of us an' said 
'you want to see me naked? So you can see my, my 
thing'?"

Susie said, "Yea, you know... your thing... and she 
pointed to it." Raising her hand, pointing at my lap, 
Susan showed me how she had pointed to her brother's 
crotch. "He got this kinda funny dreamy look on his 
face, turned all red an' said 'you guys, you uh, you 
mean you, you both want to see my... my weenie?'"

"Sally looked him right in the face an' she told him 
'yea Mike, if you'll take your clothes off an' let us 
see what it looks like we'll both take our clothes off 
an then show you... our... our pussies'."

"He looked at us for a bit, an' said, 'I, I guess, if 
ya really wanna.'"

I was absolutely floored; my daughter had convinced her 
brother to get naked and show her and her sister his, 
his penis. Jees, I didn't see my husband John's penis 
until our wedding night; I grew up with four brothers! 
I knew that nothing even remotely like this had ever 
happened when we were kids, at least not that I knew 
of. This was so unreal! Sitting there looking at my 
girls, I finally managed to very calmly ask them. 
"That's how it started?"

"Yes Mamma." They both quietly replied, their heads 
bowed in shame.

Wondering if I was in a dream or even worse, a 
nightmare from which I couldn't awaken, I asked Sally 
"so now tell me, who took their clothes off first?"

"Mike started to unzip his pants but Susie stopped him 
an' told him that he had ta take all his clothes off so 
we could see him naked an' see his weenie really good 
an' we'd both do the same an' he could get a really 
good look at us too. He said 'uh... ok... I guess... I 
guess that's fair'. While he was undressin' we took our 
clothes off too."

By this time my mind was in a total whirl, I wasn't 
sure what I should do. Here I was facing a real problem 
with my kids, how do I deal with this? I mean this is 
really some very serious stuff, if I don't handle it 
just right then I'm going to have a real problem on my 
hands. I just knew that this isn't something I can 
sweep under the rug or make light of. This is something 
that can have consequences that last the rest of my 
children's lives. Not to mention to mine as well. 
Looking at my daughters, I realized that I needed some 
time to think about what they had told me. Besides, I 
still needed to hear Mike's side of the story.

Motioning my girls to move apart from each other a 
little, I stood and sat between them.

Placing my arms around them both, I said: "Girls, I'm 
very upset about what you've done here today and I need 
some time to think about it before I decide what to do. 
Ok?"

Looking up at me with tears in her eyes, Susan very 
softly said. "Ok Mom." Her sister did the same.

Giving them a small hug to let them know that I still 
loved them, I stood up, walked to the door of the 
bedroom when a thought popped into my head. Turning to 
face the girls, I told them. "Both of you are to stay 
in your room, you will do your homework, and then you 
will both get ready for dinner. After you have had your 
dinner, you'll both come back here, you will study or 
read, but there will be no television. As of right now, 
you're both grounded, there'll be no friends over to 
play, no phone calls to or from your friends, no 
friends coming over to visit and you're both to come 
right home immediately after school gets out. Bedtime 
is 8:30 and I expect you both to get your baths and to 
be in bed by then, also there will be no talking with 
each other after you are in bed – understand?"

"Yes Mamma." ... "Ok Mamma." Replied both my girls.

With that, I turned around and walked out the door and 
pulled it tightly closed behind me.


Chapter 2
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Standing outside the door to my daughters' room, my 
heart beating a mile a minute, feeling like my whole 
world was spinning, I decided I really needed that 
glass of wine I'd thought of having while I soaked in 
the hot tub. Hot tub! Right! Not after what I just seen 
and heard, the wine – yes! – I really needed that.

Getting a glass from the cupboard, looking at it, I put 
it back; take out a large water glass, opening the 
fridge, I take out a bottle of Boone's Farm. Pouring a 
full glass, I sat at the table, taking a large gulp; I 
tried to decide what to do. My babies, my beautiful 
babies, I couldn't believe it. Yet, I had seen it with 
my own eyes. When they were little and it was time for 
baths, the girls would bathe separately from their 
brother. I was always careful to make sure my babies 
were never exposed to each other's naked bodies.

My sisters and I never saw our brothers without 
clothes, they never saw us either, or our parents. We 
were taught nudity was bad; to see a person naked was a 
sin. Sex; forget that, any kind of sex outside marriage 
was a sure ticket to hell, even kissing. It wasn't 
talked about in our home. Oh sure, Mom had a talk with 
us as we came of age and began menstruating, that was 
so we could learn about periods, what caused them, what 
to do to take care of our 'monthly'. Mom explained the 
birds and the bees to us; she made it clear that kind 
of behavior was for after we married, sex was only so 
we could have children of our own.

Yet, it wasn't as if I'd never thought about sex as I 
was growing up, I did, I'd often wonder what it'd be 
like to have a man make a baby in me. There were times 
when my sisters and I would talk about sex and boys 
when we were alone, but none of us ever did anything 
with a boy. One time we found a couple of Playboy 
magazines in a trashcan at the park, we took them home, 
kept them hidden so Mom and Dad wouldn't find them, 
we'd look at the pictures of naked women. We'd take 
turns reading the stories and letters to each other, 
they were pretty good stories too. But to actually have 
sex with a boy, no way!

I entered marriage a virgin, John really opened my 
eyes, and he taught me there's more to sex than making 
babies. There's passion and pleasure too. I loved it! 
However, old patterns die hard; I couldn't bring myself 
to talk to my kids about sex. It was like my mother was 
looking over my shoulder telling me it was wrong.

Oh, God, what am I to do! I have to talk to Michael 
about what I'd seen. I can't do that! It's hard enough 
talking to the girls about it. Now I had to talk to my 
son! God, I wish John were still part of the family; 
he'd know what to do. He'd be the one to talk to 
Michael. Damn him anyway!

I finished my wine, looking at the glass in my hand I 
let my mind float, remembering my childhood.

The chiming of the clock pulled me out of my reverie. 
I'd been sitting there for the better part of an hour. 
I'm feeling sorry for myself when I need to be talking 
to my son. Better get this over with, nobody's going to 
do it for me. Besides, he probably thinks I'm going to 
leave him sit-ting on his bed until he dies an old man.

Putting my glass in the dishwasher, I went down the 
hall to his room. As I passed the girls room, I had a 
thought; turned around, opened the door and went in. 
There they were, sitting at their desk doing their 
studies like good girls I had seen so many times 
before. Stopping what they were doing, they looked up 
from their books, a questioning look on their faces.

With a smile I told them, "Girls instead of fixing 
dinner tonight lets have a pizza, how's that sound to 
you?"

"Good idea Mom," replied Susan.

"Ok, after I talk to your brother we'll order from 
Dominos, get the works." Turning around, going out the 
door. I added, "You get to order, get something for 
dessert."


Chapter 3
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Well here goes. Opening the door to my sons' room, I 
could see he'd fallen asleep. Walking over to his bed I 
noticed he's turning into quite a young man. Sitting on 
the edge of his bed so I wouldn't wake him, I studied 
his face. How he's growing, why I can see his face is 
starting to look more adult. From what I'd seen 
earlier, I knew he'd lost all his baby fat, his body 
starting to undergo changes that'd make him a man. Not 
a handsome man, but a good-looking one.

Shifting my gaze the length of his body, I could to see 
he had an erection. My God! I thought. Even getting 
caught with his sisters the kid still has an erection! 
It was forcing the front of his Levis to push up as if 
they had a tent pole in them. I just bet the little 
monster is having a dream about his sisters right now. 
I don't know why but I couldn't drag my gaze from my 
sons' crotch.

My breathing was rapid; my heart was beating a mile a 
minute. Not only that, I was getting that wet, slippery 
feeling between my legs that told me I was getting 
aroused. Aroused... wait a minute, that's my son! 
Mentally yelling at myself, Stop it! Stop! This is 
sick, evil, and a sin! Shaking my head I thought Faith, 
remember why you're here, how this all came about. Pull 
yourself together girl. Taking a deep breath, not to 
mention a last look at my sons' bulging crotch I gently 
shook his shoulder.

"Mom?" queried Mike, slowly opening his sleep filled 
eyes.

"It's ok Mike, sorry I took so long."

Sitting up on his bed, putting his pillow behind his 
head, he said, "I'm sorry Mom, I really didn't mean 
too" 

I couldn't help myself and asked, "What, fall asleep or 
get an erection?"

"Huh?" he looked down. "Oh shit... I mean... crap..." 
Looking at me, his face turning all sorts of colors he 
added. "Mom, I, I'm sorry... I'm... I'm dead, really 
dead aren't I?"

I couldn't help it, the look on his face and the way he 
was struggling to hide his erection struck me as funny, 
and I burst out in a good laugh. Maybe it's a way of 
dealing with stress from earlier.

"It's ok honey." I told him. "I'm not mad at you for 
cussing, I'm not mad at you for getting an erection 
either, that happens." Looking at him, I noticed tears 
well up in his eyes. Motioning him to sit by me, I put 
my arms around him and pull him to me. "I'm sorry, I 
didn't mean to laugh, it's just the look on your 
face... it struck me as funny, I couldn't help it."

Holding my son, I could feel the warmth of his body 
next to mine; it felt as if he'd been lying in the sun 
for hours. It felt so good to hold my baby in my arms 
like this. I could feel his young arms wrapped around 
my middle, his arm gently grazing the bottom of my 
breast. His face gently resting against my shoulder, I 
could feel his breath across my neck. Oh, it felt so 
good to be held like this... the feel of my body get-
ting all flushed and warm like his... my nipples hard 
and the ... Wait! No! Not again, this is wrong!

Pulling away, I manage to control myself, hoping he 
didn't realize the hug I'd given him was more than the 
hugs I'd given through out his life, I asked "tell me 
what happened, just take your time, ok"

Once again, my son turned all red as he replied. "Gee 
Mom, it's kinda embarrassing." "More embarrassing than 
having your mom find you and your sisters naked or just 
now you with an erection." I asked.

Looking at the floor and if possible, blushing even 
more he muttered. "Well... no... that was terrible."

Not bothering to raise his eyes to look at me, I heard 
him say. "When... I got home I was thirsty so I went 
and got a coke and went to my room because I wanted to 
see MTV. My favorite group was going to be on and I 
didn't want to miss them." Wiping a few tears from his 
eyes, he continued. "Before I could turn TV on I heard 
Sally calling me to come to her room, she said 
something about wanting me to see some-thing really 
neat." With a sob in his voice, he added. "I went and 
they were sitting on Suzie's bed and I asked them what 
it was they wanted me to see, Sally told me they wanted 
to see my... my... ah..."

"Your penis?" Nodding his head, he confirmed. "Yea, 
that." Placing my hand on his knee, giving it a small 
squeeze, I said. "It's ok Mike, you can say penis, and 
I've heard the word before."

More sobs came forth as he answered "they wanted to see 
my... penis, that they'd show me their..." "Go ahead, 
you can say it." I said. "Their... pussies" he 
whispered.

With that, my son broke down crying in earnest, tears 
rolling down his cheeks as if somebody had turned on a 
faucet. I sat there patting his knee and let him empty 
himself. After a few minutes, the tears slowed and he 
managed to regain control. As gently as I could I took 
his face in my hands, wiped tears from his face, and 
said, "It's ok sweetheart, go on."

"Oh Mom, I don't know why... I, I just, just did it, I 
mean I've never seen what girls look like, some of the 
guys at school are always talking bout girls pussies 
and boobs... ah, breasts, and other kinds of stuff, I 
just wanted to see. I know it's wrong, but I really 
wanted to. It's like I couldn't help myself, it was so 
exciting; I was going to see my first naked girl. It 
just didn't seem real, like I was dreaming. Susie told 
me to take everything off and they would too. Wow Mom, 
it was too much. I had to do it. It was so cool; I 
never realized girls were so pretty, it's kinda weird 
too cause they're my sisters, I couldn't help looking 
and... and... then the weirdest thing happened."

"What's that?" I asked.

"My, my penis, it, it started to get bigger, that's 
never happened before, the more I looked the bigger it 
got."

"Never happened?" I asked. "No Mom, not ever in my 
whole life," he replied.

"Go on." I couldn't believe it, never before, never! My 
God, he's twelve; didn't most boys get erections before 
then? I thought they did, at least I was pretty sure 
they did.

"Susie was starting to reach out like she was going to 
touch it, and that's when you caught us."

"That's all?" I asked. "Yes Mamma," he replied.

My son just sat there. Wow, it's getting warm in here! 
Wait, it's not the room it's me! I have to get out of 
here; I'm starting to get those feelings again. I 
realized my son was turning me on. I was getting horny!

Standing up, I could see he'd stopped blushing, he 
still had that other problem, and he was still erect! 
Oh, how I wanted to kneel in front of him, take his 
penis, and feel its hardness in my hand; it's been so 
long... Turning away from the sight in front of me, I 
walked over to the door to his room, turned and said.

"I'll tell you the same thing I told your sisters." He 
sat on his bed, keeping his face turned to the floor as 
I continued. "As of right now, your grounded, there'll 
be no friends over, no calls, you'll come right home 
after school. In addition, there will be no TV in your 
room either. I want you to stay in your room, do your 
homework. I'll call you when dinner is ready; we're 
having pizza from Dominos." With that, I left his room, 
closing the door behind me.


Chapter 4
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My son, my beautiful little baby boy...Leaning against 
the wall, my legs shaking, feeling I was going to 
faint, I draw in deep breaths of air. Leaning there, I 
feel heat leaving my body, radiating off me in waves. I 
could feel my juices as they leaked into the crotch of 
my panties, God; they felt soaked. Gathering myself 
together, I move to my bedroom. Once there, I collapsed 
on the bed and just lay there.

Good hell, what a day this'd been, first a bad day at 
work, this thing with the kids, the topper of them all, 
me getting horny! Not just your everyday regular horny 
or even the frustrated kind of horny I've gotten used 
to over the years, but an incredibly, lustfully, 
raunchy kind of horny for my own son! My Son! All the 
years I've been divorced I've never been this 
aroused... aroused... hell, I'm down right horny... 
horny enough to take on a platoon of dicks and still 
want more. All because of my son! My son! Oh, my God, I 
can't believe what I was thinking of, it's not only 
wrong, it's immoral, it's a sin, and it's, it's incest!

A mother shouldn't be having thoughts about her child. 
Child...the kid's not a child, not after what I saw 
earlier. Not only when I saw him naked, but in his room 
when I saw his erection pushing up the front of his 
pants like a wild animal wanting to escape its cage... 
Stop it! Just stop it! Faith you've to get a hold of 
yourself! You can't! Come on girl get a grip, come back 
to reality, you're going to make yourself sick you keep 
going on like this! Even worse, you might actually make 
yourself crazy!"

With these thoughts and others running through my 
brain, I decided to take a hot shower and let it relax 
me.

The shower did help, I felt much better, like I had 
control again. Once I got dressed I realized I was 
hungry, not hungry, but starved. Looking at the clock I 
discovered it was 7:15! Good hell, I must've fallen 
asleep!

Thinking to myself, I left work at noon, home at 1:00, 
and the deal with the kids... the kids! Damn, the kids, 
I'll bet the poor things are about starved.

Rushing to the girls' room, I told them I'd fallen 
asleep, might be a good idea to order that pizza I'd 
promised them. I told Susan I'd leave some money on the 
hall table, she could pay for it when it arrived.

We had dinner, sat in the family room and watched a 
movie on Sci-fi channel. I had a couple more glasses of 
wine, started to feel pretty mellow. When the news came 
on at 10:00 I told the kids it was bedtime, they came 
and gave me a kiss goodnight on the cheek, then went to 
their rooms.

Going to the kitchen I poured a glass of wine, went 
back, sat down to watch the news. Once the news was 
over I decided I'd call it a night. Noticing my empty 
glass I made a trip to the kitchen, filled it up, went 
to my room and got ready for bed. Once in bed I 
finished the wine, curled up for a much-needed sleep...

What's that saying? I remember hearing it when I was a 
little girl. Oh, yea, it went something like this... 

...To sleep, and perhaps to dream...
...to dream, the dreams of loves long lost...
...to wake, only to find reality...
...is but the nightmare of ones' own desires...

That's always stayed with me. It has more meaning to me 
now than it ever did before. It sure describes my life. 
What a nightmare it's be-come... a nightmare I couldn't 
wake up from. Reality is something we make for 
ourselves, each our own version of it. However, unlike 
the dreams and nightmares we have when we're sleeping, 
reality we can't wake up from, it must be lived 
everyday of our lives. For me there's the cold reality 
of an empty bed and an equally empty place in my heart. 
A place that longs to be filled, but can never be, my 
reality I created that night after discovering my 
children playing 'show and tell'.

I'm sure you've played the game 'what if'. We all have 
one time or another. You know how it goes... what if 
I'd done this, what if I'd done that. I do that many 
times every day; I can't help it, I just do. If only I 
could go back and live life over, maybe not my whole 
life, I'd gladly give anything to be able to do that.

"...ummm...oh God, baby... ummm... I love... ummm... 
your cock... tastes so... ummm... good... ummm... love 
your juices... ummm... ummm... ooooh... I'm hot baby... 
I'm so fucking hot... so fucking wet, my pussies 
soaking wet baby... give it to lover... fuck me... Do 
it, shove your hard cock in me... go deep my love... 
oh... oh...  yes... fuck me... yes, oh, deeper baby... 
deeper... ooooh... hurry... fuck me hard... pound it to 
me... ooooh... harder baby... fill me with your cum... 
oh, oh... pump it baby, pump it... I need it bad... God 
it... it feels... so good; your cock, beautiful cock... 
so fucking good... so big, so hard... don't stop... 
I'm, I'm almost, almost there! Aaaaaahh baby!" 

Huh, what, crap, oh shit, what a fucking dream?

Throwing back the covers, I sit on the edge of the bed. 
My heart beating rapidly, I'm soaked in sweat. Shit, I 
haven't dreamed like that in a long time! Dream, hell, 
it was fantastic. It was so good I orgasmed in my 
sleep. I could feel the wetness between my legs. 
Looking down I could see my nipples were enlarged and 
when I touched them, they hurt.

Getting up, I went to my bathroom and sat on the 
toilet. I needed to pee bad, must've been the wine I 
had at dinner, after dinner too. Feeling my bladder let 
go, I gave a sigh of relief, after all, there's nothing 
like a good pee. After giving my crotch a good wipe, I 
disposed of the used paper and flushed the toilet. As I 
stood at the sink washing my hands, I could see myself 
in the mirror, God, I look a mess! I was all sweaty and 
my hair looked like a rats nest.

Stripping off my sweat-soaked pajamas, I climbed in the 
shower; let the water work its magic on my body. The 
feel of the water coming from the massage head gently 
caressing my back was absolutely heavenly. Slowly 
turning around, feeling the water massage the front of 
my body, I reached for the bottle of bath soap, 
applying it in smooth light motions gently rubbing up 
and down my body, I begin to feel the tension flowing 
from me.

Stepping out, I dried myself off, slipped on white 
cotton panties and donned an old pair of pajamas. 
Deciding I was now wide-awake, I made my way to the 
kitchen where I started to pour a glass of wine. You 
really don't need this. So instead, I took a coke from 
the fridge and went to the family room.

Sitting down in my recliner, I pulled the lever on the 
side, pushed back and stretched out. Taking a large sip 
of the coke I began to review the events of the 
afternoon.

As I lay there, I could picture in my mind the sight of 
my children as I looked into their room. The twins 
naked, their young prepubescent bodies just beginning 
to blossom to womanhood, the buds of their breasts on 
their flat chests barely sticking out, giving the hint 
of what their breasts would become, their rosy pink 
nipples stretched taunt their lovely smooth crotches 
still barren of pubic hair, yet with a puffy fullness 
that spoke volumes of the changes taking place down 
there as well.

Michael, his adolescent body standing in front of them, 
fully revealed, his engorged manhood in a state of full 
sexual arousal, Susan slowly reaching out to grasp it 
in her hand as though it was the most delicate of 
objects.

What if... what if I hadn't stopped them let her 
continue, touch it, caress his penis, and hold him? 
What would they've done? How far would they've carried 
their game of 'show and tell'? Did I do the right thing 
or was I wrong to have stopped them? Oh God! What if by 
stopping them I've now done damage to them, damaged 
their way of thinking about sex? So they think of it as 
dirty, something to be ashamed of! What kind of mother 
am I? Was I wrong, was I right, I just don't know!

Taking a sip of coke, I shook a smoke from its pack; 
placed it between my lips, reached for the lighter. 
Flicking the lighter to life, I brought the flame to 
the unlit end, gently sucked the cigarette causing 
flame to touch tobacco, setting it burning. Replacing 
the lighter, I deeply in-haled, enjoying the taste of 
the smoke flowing into my mouth. There's something 
deeply satisfying about a smoke, it's as if the smoke 
flowing into my lungs has a direct effect on my brain. 
It stimulates me and helps to get my thoughts 
organized.

I over reacted that's all, they're just little kids 
<puff> they're an age where they're feeling their 
bodies begin to change <puff> they're curious, curious 
about each other <puff> I should've been expecting 
something like this, it's only natural <sip> I'm just 
surprised is all <puff> it could've been a lot worse, 
they could've actually been fucking <sigh> shit, how 
would I've handled that one? If I'd actually caught 
them 'doing it', 'fucking', what would I've done?

These thoughts and more made their way through my mind 
as I sat there and smoked my cigarette and drank my 
coke.

Imagine what it would've been like, Michael making love 
to one of his sisters, his hard penis thrusting in and 
out of her virgin vagina, pumping away in it like a 
jackhammer. Her young legs wrapped tightly around him, 
holding him tight so she could feel him thrusting deep 
into her. Her hands clutching at his back, her nails 
digging furrows in his sweaty back, her hips hungrily 
thrusting up at him, trying to merge into his, her 
moans of pleasure filling the air, his grunts and 
groans growing louder and louder as he nears release.

Ouch! Fuck! Shit! Damn, I burned myself; spaced out, 
let my cigarette burn down to its end and it had singed 
my fingers. That really hurt! Stubbing the remains in 
the ashtray, I inspected the chair very carefully for 
any sign the cherry started something burning. Finding 
nothing, I gulped down a couple of large swallows of 
Coke as I went to get some ice from the freezer to cool 
my burned fingers.

Ooooh, damn, that feels much better. What a stupid 
thing to do.

Returning to make sure there wasn't something 
smoldering in the chair I mentally chastised myself. 
God, Faith, you're really dumb; you could've set the 
house on fire. Searching again, I could feel there 
wasn't any sign of heat anywhere in the chair. Thank 
God! No harm done. Just scared the crap outta me is 
all. Hearing the clock start to chime, I paused, 
listened as its melodic tune filled the night 
air...Bong, bong, bong, three o'clock, damn! I better 
get back to bed get some sleep.

Walking to my room, I thought I'd peek in, see if the 
girls were all right. Opening the door to their room I 
could see they were asleep in their beds. Twin beds for 
my twins! They look so cute, just like little angels.


Chapter 5
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Sally had managed to kick the covers down revealing her 
naked body from the waist up, I moved to the side of 
her bed, as gently as I could so I wouldn't disturb her 
I pulled the covers back up, gently tucking them in 
around her. How can she sleep like that, so nice and 
sound, like nothing even happened? Lightly touching her 
cheek with my lips I stood up, made my way back to the 
door, turning I took a last look at them, closed the 
door behind me, being careful to close it quietly as 
not to wake them.

Moving across the hall to Michael's room I had to 
stifle a yawn. God, I guess I am tired. I'll take a 
quick look to make sure he's ok then I'll hit the sack 
myself.

Opening his door I could see the curtain covering his 
window was open, allowing the streetlight to illuminate 
his room with a soft yellow-orange light. Looking in, I 
see my son had his room in its usual state of affairs, 
a mess. Clothes scattered on the floor, the dresser, 
even the foot of his bed. Comic books, schoolbooks, 
library books all over the place, there on his 
nightstand sat an empty coke can amid several empty 
glasses and a few crumpled up Kleenex. Shit! How can he 
live like this, I thought as I stepped in and bent over 
to pick up his jeans from the floor. The girls don't 
let their room get like this.

Putting the jeans on a chair I continued to pick up, 
when I had all of them from the floor and dresser, I 
moved to the foot of his bed. Reaching for the shirt 
that was laying there, I noticed he'd tossed about in 
his sleep, his right leg sticking out from under the 
covers from mid-thigh on down.

Looking at it, I could see the beginning hint of hair 
starting to cover it. Real fine and light colored, like 
the fuzz on a peach. I couldn't help myself; I had to 
do it. Reaching out I lightly touched his leg, so 
smooth and soft. I could feel the fuzz lightly tickling 
my fingertips as I slowly moved my hand back and forth. 

It felt like I was stroking a fine piece of silk, so 
nice, so beautiful. I could feel the warmth of his 
skin; it was like being in front of a fire that's 
burned down to embers, comfortable but not hot, just 
right. Kneeling at the side of his bed, I continued 
stroking his leg, his beautiful leg, gradually moving 
my hand further and further up its length until I felt 
the rough touch of the sheet on the back of my hand.

Up to this point, I'd managed to control myself. But 
now with my sons' leg exposed and me stroking it, I 
lost it. I had to have more, more of this male, this, 
this, boy! I had to do it; I had to look, to see again 
that which I had seen earlier in the day. His penis! I 
had to see if it was as I was picturing it in my mind. 

Slowly raising the covers, I carefully lifted them, 
pushing them to the other side of the bed. I was 
holding my breath, I didn't want him to wake up, find 
me doing this. I kneeled at the side of the bed and let 
my breath come out in a silent gust of relief, so far, 
so good.

Making myself comfortable I turned my gaze to his 
crotch. God! I thought. He's not wearing shorts! This 
is perfect; I won't have to chance him waking up by 
having to take them down. Oooh, it's all shrunk up, 
poor little thing! Not quite what I'd expected, but 
still, it did hold my attention. Even flaccid his penis 
looked great. Not the large 'tool' I had seen earlier 
all hard and erect, but still nice to look at.

I leaned in, took a closer look at his crotch, I could 
see every detail of his penis and testicles. The 
wonderful smell of a males' crotch wafted up to my nose 
filling my nostrils with his masculine odor. Ever since 
John, this was the smell I could never get enough of, 
just as he could never get enough of my scent. I've 
always associated this smell with sex, wild, 
passionate, lustful sex. This scent coming from my son, 
filling me with its aroma was enough to drive me over 
the edge.

I carefully sat down next to him; I could look down at 
his crotch. God, he looks so good, so very good.

His penis was limp, soft, looked to be no more than an 
inch and a half or two inches in length, its crown 
covered by his foreskin, his sparse curly red pubic 
hair surrounding it like a downy nest. And nestled up 
by its base lay two small pink eggs I knew to be his 
testicles.

I found it so exciting, so beautiful; I sat there 
letting my eyes drink in the sight. As I did so, I 
could feel my nipples begin to ache with need, my body 
sending signals I could feel speeding their way to my 
pleasure centers, the dampness as my juices started 
their flow from inside my vagina.

Oooh, so beautiful! I muttered. I've got to feel it, 
just once.

Reaching out, I lightly caressed the length of his 
penis with my fingertips. I could feel the skin, it 
felt just like velvet, all soft and smooth <gasp> it 
moved! My caresses caused it to twitch. Looking to see 
if he was waking up I held my breath and thought, No, 
don't wake up, not now, not yet. Watching carefully, I 
could see he's still sleeping, his breathing regular 
and deep. Yes my darling, that's it, keep sleeping.

As if they had a mind of their own my fingers once 
again began running up and down his penis. In 
fascination, I watched as his penis began to lengthen. 
As it did, I could see the foreskin slowly pull back 
and reveal its secret, his crown, all pink and moist. 
Twitching more and more, like a snake withering in 
anger, it continued to grow and rise up from its nest 
until it reached its full length.

Four and a half maybe five inches not as long as I 
thought, not bad, not bad at all. I muttered. As I did 
so, I saw a shimmer of light at the tip of his penis. 
As I watched, the shimmer took on shape, swelled to 
reveal it to be a drop of pre-cum. Slowly it made its 
way from its birthplace, slid over the crown and 
dripped onto my sons' belly. Doing so, it was quickly 
followed by another and yet another gleaming drop of 
precious liquid.

The sight transfixed me; it was awesome to see his pre-
cum flowing freely from the tip of his penis, just the 
sight of it causing my own juices flow from me like a 
flood. By now there was a steady flow of the stuff 
coming from his penis onto his belly so it formed a 
pool, a pool that glistened and shimmered in the glow 
from the streetlight. I could see it move ever so 
slightly as he breathed in and out.

My fingers still dancing up and down its length slowly 
approached his dripping font, running the tip of one 
finger lightly around the glans to its underside; I 
slowly brought it up, captured some of the liquid. It 
felt warm, wet, and slippery, like baby oil. I couldn't 
resist, bringing that dripping finger close to my face, 
placing it under my nose I breathed in its scent. Ummm, 
that smells sooo good.

Oomph, what! Jerking my hand away from my face, sitting 
up, I looked at Michael; he hadn't moved and looked 
like he was still asleep. Then I felt it, something on 
my lap, looking down, I saw the cat; she was curling up 
making herself at home. Damn, Bouncer. I whispered. You 
scared the shit outta me.

Fuck! What was I thinking; I better get my ass outta 
here before he wakes up and finds me like this. With 
this thought I dumped the damn cat off my lap, stood 
up, pulled the covers back over my sleeping son and 
made my way to the door. Turning around, I looked 
around to make sure everything was as it should be. 
Yes, no problem. Stepping out into the hall, closing 
his door behind me, I made a dash for my bedroom.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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