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Peeping Mom 
by Rachael Ross (rache696@yahoo.com)

***

Janey comes home early and discovers her son and 
daughter indulging their teenage curiosity in the 
basement. Rather than spoil their fun, the meek 
housewife decides to secretly indulge her own 
forbidden desires. (m/f, m/F, f/F, underage, rom, 
cheat, inc, oral, anal, creampie, mast, voy)

***

Author Note: "Just Plain Jane" - It's a small 
collection of slut husband stories that I posted to 
SOL recently. The stories, there are nine of them, 
center around Janey and her cheating husband, so 
there are references here to other characters and 
events in other stories. Thanks for your patience. 
-rr

For more stories by this author: 
http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm

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"Come on, Kyle! Just let me see it."

"Let me see yours first."

"Same time. Okay?"

"Okay. Ready?"

"Yeah. On three, and don't chicken out this time!"

"Me? Who chickened out last time, Jenny?"

"On three... One... Two..."

"Three!" the two fourteen-year-olds said together. 
The basement suddenly became very quiet, until I 
heard my daughter giggle nervously.

"It looks really big," Jennifer whispered. "Does it 
hurt?"

"No," my son replied. "You got a little hair now, 
huh?"

"Do you like it?" she asked. "It doesn't look 
funny?"

"Uh-uh," her brother replied. "You've got a pretty 
pussy."

"Your cock is kinda handsome."

"Is it?" He chuckled, sounding just like his 
father. "Do you wanna touch it?"

"Yeah," Jenny sighed. "Do you wanna pet my pussy?"

"I'll kiss it," Kyle promised. "If you want me to."

"I can kiss your dick."

"Really?"

"Except I never did it before," Jen confessed with 
another soft laugh.

"At the same time?"

"You mean lying down?" she asked. "Okay. Let's do 
it that way."

I waited for several minutes, standing on the 
bottom step of the basement stairs. They were 
supposed to be doing their homework, but I'd long 
suspected the two teenagers were more interested in 
each other than they were in school. I couldn't 
blame them. Jenny was the spitting image of my 
sisters when they'd been her age, meaning 
outrageously cute with blonde hair and blue eyes, 
and a tight little body that drew far too much 
attention than I was comfortable with. She'd 
outgrown her training bra in the blink of an eye 
and would soon need a B-cup, and the girl wasn't 
even out of middle school yet. She had a pert, 
round ass that couldn't stop wiggling for all the 
tea in China and well-toned legs that were longer 
than mine. Jen was the only fourteen-year-old I'd 
ever heard of who worried about being too tall.

Her brother, Kyle, was tall as well, and positively 
devilish in his good looks. They both took after my 
husband, but being a boy, it was more obvious with 
him. He had the same handsome face, strong and open 
with an honest smile that drew a lot of female 
attention, but it was his personality that kept 
them interested. The boy could be every bit as 
charming as his father and blessed with his 
mother's doe eyes and dark skin.

Kylie had been my Maid of Honor fifteen years ago 
and the groom had knocked her up in the cloak room, 
probably. Robert thinks so anyway, but it could 
have happened on the way to the reception, which is 
how Kylie likes to tell it. She likes to remind 
people that she'd fucked my husband less than hour 
after we'd exchanged vows. Personally, I think he 
planted Kyle in her womb that night, while they 
made love beside me on the heart-shaped bed of the 
Valentine Suite.

You see, my husband's a slut and I've always known 
it. So have my friends and family, and the only 
real question is whether or not that particular 
gene had been inherited by any of our children. It 
could be that Jenny and Kyle would both become 
sluts, or they might be more like Kylie, for 
example, who only took advantage of sluts. She 
certainly loved nailing my husband's big cock. One 
thing I knew as I gazed at the twins, they weren't 
going to be plain Jane wallflowers like me!

"Mmmph!" Jen gasped around her brother's penis as 
he worked his tongue across her coral clitoris. He 
seemed to know his way around a pussy and I had a 
good view from less than a dozen feet away.

"Um-hmmm..." he sighed, giving just a little push 
of his hips. Another inch or two of his dark penis 
slid between Jenny's taut lips. I had a pretty good 
view of her as well, although I couldn't quite see 
what her fingers were doing with Kyle's balls. The 
boy must have liked it though as he clenched his 
butt cheeks in an effort to hold his orgasm back.

They were both naked and lovely, their teenage 
bodies glowing with a sexual warmth that seemed to 
fill the room. Jenny still had her summer tan, 
although it was fading quickly with the approaching 
winter. No tan lines either, but I'd noticed that 
before and I'd warned the girl repeatedly about 
sunbathing naked around her brother and father. She 
hadn't listened, of course, although she pretended 
to promise otherwise. The girl just loved to show 
off her body and she'd only been more careful not 
to get caught. So I wasn't surprised to find her in 
a happy sixty-nine with Kyle and I was just 
thankful it wasn't her father lapping away at her 
sexy little beaver.

"I think I'm gonna cum!" Kyle urgently whispered, 
and his sister didn't stop sucking his cock. If 
anything, she began bobbing her head even faster, 
throwing her long blonde hair this way and that 
with reckless abandon.

She hadn't gotten off, I didn't think, but a moment 
later my son gasped loudly and they both froze in 
the moment of truth. I expected Jenny to pull her 
mouth of his spurting erection, but she didn't. I 
could hear her gulping down Kyle's incestuous 
semen, swallowing it eagerly without even a tiny 
gag or cough to spoil his pleasure. She'd said 
she'd never kissed a boy's penis before? I didn't 
believe that, not after witnessing the ease with 
which she filled her belly with hot boy joy. Jen 
let him finish completely and I saw her fist 
pumping the black shaft to coax the last few drops 
onto her tongue.

Greedy little cocksucker. I pursed my lips and 
shook my head, wondering who she'd been practicing 
on and afraid of the answer.

"My turn," she breathed, smacking her cum stained 
lips and grinning at Kyle. "Make me cum, too. Just 
don't finger me or anything."

"Why not?" he asked, stroking her thigh and then 
kissing it.

"Cause I don't want you to pop my cherry by 
accident," she replied. "Just lick me all over, 
okay? And you can play with my butt, if you want. I 
like that, too."

"You want me to kiss it?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "Lick my butthole and then 
finger me out back there."

"Okay, but you're going to suck my dick some more, 
right?"

"Of course, silly!" She giggled. "Mom's not gonna 
be home for hours!"

I pulled my head back, and as much as I hate to 
admit it, my pussy was steaming. I'd gotten hot and 
wet watching my two babies loving each other in the 
forbidden way. That's how I thought of them, too. 
They were my children and they'd be my babies 
forever, no matter how old or big they got. 
Jennifer had come out of my belly three days late, 
at 7:21pm on March 14th, almost nine months to the 
day after our wedding. Kyle had been born in the 
same delivery room, less than five hours later at 
11:17pm, and my husband had been there for both of 
them. They were our twins, by different mothers, 
true, but Kylie had been single with a promising 
career, and more than willing to let me be the 
Mommy to her son.

I'd been cuckolded in the real sense of the word 
and everyone knew it. Heck, everyone knew they'd 
planned it, but I pretended otherwise and my 
initial reluctance had quickly given way to 
maternal instinct.

Suffice to say, watching two gorgeous teenagers 
going down on each other was enough to get me 
excited. I had no choice but to keep peeking, 
leaning around the corner to see Kyle's handsome 
black face wedged between Jenny's tanned butt 
cheeks. I could hear the boy's sloppy kisses as he 
worked his tongue against her tight, pink anus. I'd 
seen it plenty of times, because the girl wasn't 
shy. Sometimes I wondered if she got off on teasing 
me as much as she did Kyle and Robert.

Just a few days previously she'd come home from her 
Saturday ballet class, pulled up her skirt, pushed 
down her panties right there in the kitchen, and 
asked me to find a splinter in her butt. She said 
she'd been sitting on a wooden bench outside, 
waiting with her friends for their ride home, and 
was certain she'd picked up a splinter. Bent over 
like she was, I had no choice but to examine the 
girl, but it was Jenny's sex that immediately 
caught my eye. Her vulva resembled a plump, juicy 
peach between her thighs, with mere wisps of golden 
pubic hair teasing her tight cleft. Her lips must 
have been tucked inside and her clit had been a 
tiny nub of coral flesh.

"Do you see it, Mom?" Jen had wondered, smiling at 
me over her shoulder. "Look closer."

I did exactly that as I caught sight of her sweet, 
puckered asshole nestled deeply between Jen's 
amazingly round cheeks. She had a sexy butt, no 
doubt about that, and a tight one, but my daughter 
was tugging at her flesh with both hands, exposing 
her asshole almost deliberately, I thought. It 
reminded me of a pink rose, a small bud not quite 
ready to bloom, with the petals turned inward. 
She'd always been a very clean girl and even after 
three hours of ballet, Jenny smelled like soap and 
shampoo, and the bubblegum body spray she liked to 
wear.

"I, uh...Don't see any splinter," I'd told her, and 
Jenny giggled.

"Try feeling around for it," she'd suggested. 
"Like, kinda rub my butt, you know? Maybe you'll 
feel it sticking up."

I'd already had a strong suspicion that the girl 
was teasing me, as she often did. Jen was always 
trying to prove how grown up she was and her body 
wasn't helping. My daughter already stood several 
inches taller than me, but I'm rather petite 
anyway, and she often teased me about being so 
small and not particularly attractive compared to 
everyone else in our family. Nobody could ever call 
me ugly, but they did call me Plain Jane, and for a 
good reason. Stroking Jenny's ass with my 
fingertips, feeling her skin so soft and smooth, 
made me feel shy and slightly ashamed of myself. 
I'd never had an ass like hers, not at fourteen and 
especially not at thirty-seven.

"Are you sure you have a splinter?" I'd wondered, 
feeling my face redden as my daughter wiggled his 
butt invitingly. My pussy had grown warm as well, 
moist with a guilty tingling I tried to ignore.

"Yep! I'll go ask Daddy to look," she'd decided, 
pulling up her panties. "Maybe you should get some 
glasses, Mom."

"Yeah," I remember sighing. "Maybe I should."

Now I could imagine Kyle's finger's playing around 
that dainty rosebud, slick with his saliva and 
surrendering as he wormed a finger inside. He'd 
brought his tongue back to Jen's pussy and they 
rolled over so that he lay on his back. She 
straddled his head with her wide-spread knees, 
pushing her sex against his face. I saw her head 
moving, bobbing up and down as she nursed on the 
boy's fat cock. He wasn't as large as Robert, not 
yet, but I had little doubt that Kyle had inherited 
his father's generous manhood.

I'd seen him naked before. Recently, I mean, as my 
son had little to be shy about in front of me. I'll 
admit that his openness startled me at times. If I 
happened to be taking a bath, for example, he 
wouldn't hesitate to walk into the bathroom, unzip 
his pants, and urinate right in front of me. Why he 
couldn't use any of the other three baths in our 
house, I never bothered to ask and he didn't offer 
any excuse -- Beyond the one in his hand, I should 
say. Five inches when soft, that would be my guess, 
and a very solid seven inches when hard.

That's a boy thing, I suppose, getting an erection 
when they need to pee. Poor Kyle would have to 
stand there for nearly a minute, sometimes longer 
than that, holding his swollen cock and waiting for 
his muscles to relax. I tried not stare, just as he 
avoided looking at me, but it wasn't easy. I'd 
splash the bath water for him, just to help, and 
sometimes he'd apologize like it was his fault.

Lately, Kyle liked to come into the bathroom and 
instead of peeing, he'd only stand there for a few 
minutes. I'd watch him out of the corner of my eye, 
noting how the boy held his cock in his fist and 
would squeeze the shaft. He'd even stroke it a 
little, sliding his hand back and forth a few 
times. When he did that, he'd glance at me as if to 
make sure I was watching. He wouldn't pee, however, 
and he couldn't quite bring himself to jerk off in 
front of his mother, but I knew he wanted to. I 
suspected that he not only wanted me to watch, but 
perhaps invite him closer so I could help.

Of course, I'd never do such a thing, but after he 
pushed his erection back into his pants, offered me 
a sheepish smile, and left, I liked to jill off in 
the bathtub. I kept my favorite dildo in a corner 
of the oversized tub, between the bath beads and 
the baby oil, and I often massaged my horny cunt 
while I soaked peacefully in the hot water. Most 
often, I liked to think about my husband, which 
probably sounds strange. A lot of women would go 
for a person or event that only exists in fantasy, 
but Robert was my fantasy. He was the sexiest man 
I'd ever met and I loved him dearly, but lately I'd 
been thinking more and more about our son.

I'd crook my finger and call him closer, watching 
that beautiful black cock of his swinging 
hypnotically with every step. Even at his young 
age, it was already as large as most full grown men 
possessed, and it would only get bigger as he 
matured. I wanted to wrap my hands around it, 
working his soft, dark skin over the muscle 
beneath. A drop of precum would appear at the tip 
and my son would smile and hold his breath as I 
leaned forward to lick it away with my tongue. I'd 
jerk him off, playing with his sperm filled balls 
and tugging at the shaft until he had no choice. 
Kyle would arch his back and thrust his cock at my 
face, jetting hot semen onto my cheeks and nose, 
into my open mouth.

That's as far as I dared take my fantasy, but 
you'll understand why I stood rooted in that spot, 
envious of my daughter as she suckled her brother's 
penis. I'd never, ever dare such a thing. Not 
because Kyle was my son, and technically, we were 
unrelated by blood, but because I was meek and 
insecure, a wallflower. Even after fifteen years of 
marriage, I had doubts about my husband. I always 
felt a twinge of nervous, irrational fear when I 
initiated our sex, as if he might reject me. And a 
part of me thought he should. I wasn't beautiful 
for him. I didn't have the looks or personality or 
confidence to be his wife, and yet...The man loved 
me anyway.

No, I decided, Jenny wasn't anything like me. I 
didn't think she'd end up a slut either. She seemed 
to like it on top, literally and figuratively as 
she rode her brother's mouth.

"Oh yeah! Suck my pussy," she whispered loudly. 
"Make me cum all over your face! Get your nose in 
my butthole! You like my ass, Kyle? If I cum nice, 
maybe I'll let you fuck me back there."

My son made muffled noises of agreement and I had 
to push my hand beneath the elastic waistband of my 
skirt, inside my panties to find my thrumming 
clitoris. I'd never cheated on my husband, not once 
in the twenty-three years we'd been together. 
Through high school and college, throughout our 
happy marriage, I'd devoted myself to him. Of 
course, being naturally quiet and shy in the 
presence of handsome men, that hadn't been as 
difficult for me as it sounds. More to the point, 
I'd never wanted to cheat on him, but watching 
Robert's son worship Jenny's succulent pussy, I 
felt the longing between my thighs.

My clit throbbed like a stubbed toe, painful and 
swollen, seeming too large for its diminutive size. 
My knees were rubbery and I had to lean against the 
wall as I jilled off with my fingertips. Clitty 
cums are the best, Kylie had once told me, and I 
believed her. My cunt felt empty as my vaginal 
walls quivered with sharp contractions. I ached to 
feel my husband inside me, his ten inch cock 
bruising the very bottom of my sex while he kissed 
me. It was always uncomfortable making love to him, 
almost painful at times, but I'd learned to enjoy 
that part the most.

"Ah-huh! Uh! I'm cumming! Yesss...Suck my cunt!" 
Jenny cried out, not trying to contain her 
excitement at all.

She thought the house was empty and her shrill 
orgasm echoed up the stairs as I pushed two fingers 
inside my pussy. I thumbed my clit and stared at 
the beautiful blonde girl as she arched her back, 
squeezing her upturned breasts with both hands. She 
rolled her teenage hips and rocked her ass, riding 
Kyle's face like a cowgirl as her juices spilled 
across his cheeks, down his chin, and into his open 
mouth. The boy's cock had been left unattended, 
stiff and glistening as it stretched across his 
stomach. I had the urge to take him in my mouth and 
finish what my daughter had started, bringing him 
off while he drank Jen's orgasm.

The twins had other plans, however, and I wouldn't 
have had the nerve to do such a thing in any case. 
My sisters would have done it, especially Jilly, 
but not me. I feared rejection more than breaking 
the laws of social custom and I was content to 
watch Jenny lift herself slowly, giggling as she 
looked down at Kyle's wet, smiling face. She got on 
her hands and knees beside him and I had to jerk my 
head back, hiding as she almost caught me peeking.

"You've got an awesome tongue," she panted, 
happily. "That felt so good. Stick it in my butt 
now."

"Why can't I just fuck your pussy?" 

"Cause I'm a virgin," Jen replied. "I told you that 
before. I gotta save it."

"For who?" Kyle wondered. "Have you done this? Your 
butthole is tiny, sis."

"Who do you think?" she said with another precious 
giggle. "Just do it slow at first. I did it with 
some other guys, but they had little dicks."

"You sucked a dick before, too," he said, grinning 
as I poked my head cautiously around the corner. 
"You're such a liar, Jen."

"So?" She wagged her ass like a bitch in heat. 
"You've definitely sucked pussy before."

"Hold still for a second," he breathed, pressing 
one hand to the small of my daughter's back. He 
used the other hand to guide his black erection to 
her pink asshole.

"Who taught you how to eat pussy?" she asked, 
dropping her head with a sudden grunt as Kyle began 
to push into her.

"You're really tight," he groaned. "Just...Oh! 
There! It's in!"

"Yeah!" she gasped, letting out the breath she'd 
been holding. "Wow! That's a big dick! Don't move. 
I wanna get used to it."

"Aunt Julie lets me eat her pussy sometimes," Kyle 
said, answering his sister's question, and mine. I 
pinched my labia, biting my bottom lip as I 
imagined my beautiful sister teaching the boy how 
to go down on a woman.

"Really?" Jenny grinned at him. "Aunt Jilly lets me 
lick her pussy. She says I'm getting really good at 
it."

I blinked at that news and my orgasm was only a few 
heartbeats away. I hadn't had a clue that my 
daughter was bisexual, but I shouldn't have been 
surprised. The way she liked to tease me should 
have made me suspicious, but I'd thought she did it 
only because I was her mother. My sister was 
bisexual, I'd known that for a long time, and Jilly 
had never been the sort of girl to keep her 
sexuality a secret. She'd outted herself in eighth 
grade when she'd asked another girl to the 
Valentine's Day Dance. I still remember our father 
taking pictures of the two girls in their ball 
gowns, smiling with their arms around each other, 
even kissing for the camera.

Apparently, Jennifer had inherited more than my 
sister's looks, for they did bear a striking 
resemblance. People wondered if they were sisters, 
because Jen looked older than she was and Jilly 
looked much younger than her thirty-five years. 
Everyone congratulated me for having such a lovely 
daughter, usually saying something like, "Thank 
goodness she doesn't take after you, Janey!" And 
I'd blush and meekly nod, knowing they were only 
speaking the truth. I was very glad she wouldn't go 
through life plain and boring like me. She was only 
fourteen and already letting boys fuck her in the 
ass? I'd never tried that, being too self-conscious 
to suggest it to Robert, and he'd never brought the 
subject up, but I wished he would.

"Uh-huhhhh..." Jenny sighed. "Slowly...Nice and 
slow...Fuck my ass, Kyle. I love it!"

"I know," he agreed. "I love your butt. Jeeze! 
You're so hot inside."

"Ugh!" She winced, jerking beneath her brother as 
he pushed again. "All the way. Give me all of it. 
Fuck me!"

"I am," he replied with a weak chuckle. "I'm not 
gonna stop. I'm gonna cream your ass, Jen."

"Ohhh...Yeah! Uh-huh! Like that! Harder now. 
Deeper! I like it."

I found my first orgasm then, watched as Kyle held 
his sister's hips and worked his long, black cock 
in and out of her flushed body. They were beautiful 
together. Perfect for each other, I thought, and it 
really was too bad they shared the same father. I 
imagined them kissing, writhing naked on their 
marriage bed. My son's erection tearing through my 
daughter's hymen, stretching her innocent hole on 
their wedding night. I hear her gasps and groans 
punctuated with Kyle's grunting effort to find her 
womb with his incestuous seed. His black balls 
slapping her pale ass with her long legs over his 
shoulders.

They were grown up in my fantasy, and my son had 
such a strong body. Like his father, he had broad 
shoulders and a tapering waist, narrow hips and 
powerful thighs. He drove himself into Jennifer 
relentlessly, pressing her knees to her shoulders 
as he leaned into her eager cunt. They were 
kissing, their tongues dancing between their open, 
panting mouths while they fucked. And I was 
cumming, sitting on the stairs with three fingers 
buried in my pussy. We were cumming together as 
Kyle ejaculated into his sister's fertile womb, and 
she whimpered sweetly, kissing his handsome black 
face as tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.

"I'm gonna cum!" Kyle warned her, and I couldn't 
see them as I'd collapsed onto the stairs in a 
breathless heap.

"Do it," Jenny moaned beneath the damp slapping of 
their flesh. "Cum in my ass. Don't stop fucking 
me."

"Mmmm...." my son sighed a moment later, and I knew 
his cock would be jerking within the tight, hot 
confines of my daughter's rectum.

They were quiet then, their bodies stilled as he 
must have held himself deep inside her. I knew it 
was wrong of me, but I did wish that Kyle had 
stolen her virginity instead. Jennifer would be 
ovulating in a day or two, perhaps even then, as I 
tracked her cycle as carefully as I did my own. My 
fertile little girl had been filled with potent 
sperm, but in the wrong place. Any other mother 
would have been happy to know that, but I felt a 
guilty rush of disappointment as I crept up the 
stairs on my hands and knees.

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"Did you enjoy the show, Mom?"

"What?" I blinked at my daughter.

I'd washed myself quickly and made a lot of noise 
in the kitchen, letting my kids know I'd come home. 
They couldn't have suspected that I knew about 
their little tryst in the basement, but now 
Jennifer stood in the open doorway of my bedroom, 
smiling.

"You were watching," she said. "I saw you."

"I was, um..." I blushed, looking at the carpet and 
feeling ashamed and guilty, horrified that I'd been 
caught peeking.

"Jilling off?" She teased me with a giggle. "Did 
you like watching Kyle fuck me in the ass, Mommy?"

"No!" I protested. "I didn't...I would never..."

"Aunt Jilly told me all about you," she said, 
stepping into the room as I took an involuntary 
step back. "Aunt Kylie, too. She says you lick 
Daddy's cum out of her pussy."

"She told you that?" I felt like a torch, burning 
with shame. I didn't even have the wit to deny it, 
but that would have done me little good.

"Do you want to lick my butt?" she wondered, giving 
me a sly smile as her twinkling blue eyes pierced 
my heart, perhaps even my soul.

"You should go," I stammered. "Go to your room 
or...We shouldn't be talking like this."

"Why not?" she asked, using her little girl voice. 
"You're my Mommy. Don't you wanna teach me about 
the birds and the bees?"

"Jenny..." I took another step backwards as she 
drew closer, hands clasped behind her pleated 
skirt, rocking her hips with every step.

"Come on," she whispered. "Eat the cum out of my 
ass, Mommy. I know you want to."

"No," I breathed, shutting my eyes as I tried to 
hide from the shame. "We can't. It's wrong 
and...Oh!"

The back of my legs found the bed and I lost my 
balance, falling onto the mattress and staring at 
the ceiling. I knew what was coming. It seemed 
inevitable as my daughter climbed onto the bed, 
crawling up my body. She smiled down at me, 
beautiful in all the ways I wasn't, confident and 
self-assured in her sexuality. Gorgeous Jenny owned 
people like me and she wasn't doing this because 
she found me attractive. At least, not physically. 
Like so many other beautiful women before her, 
friends and strangers who had fucked my husband 
while I'd watched and waited, my daughter intended 
to humiliate me simply because she could.

"Open your mouth and open your eyes," she sang 
softly. "I'm gonna give you a big surprise."

Jenny wasn't wearing panties as she held her 
bruised, puffy asshole scant inches above my mouth. 
God help me, but I pulled her cheeks apart with my 
thumbs, earning me a wicked smile as she held her 
skirt bunched around her waist. I extended my 
tongue, shivering with excitement and shame, lust 
and guilt. I touched the tip to her loose and 
recently fucked sphincter and felt her buttery hole 
flexing, kissing my tongue as she pushed with her 
rectum. A dollop of semen appeared, emerging as 
milky bubble that quickly popped.

"Lick it, Mom!" she demanded. "Suck Kyle's sperm 
out of my ass...Now!"

"Yes," I whispered, barely getting the word out as 
my daughter let herself down. I had my lips and 
tongue pressed against her hole and I began lapping 
eagerly as the first trickle of my son's dirty 
semen spilled into my mouth.

"Aunt Kylie was right," Jenny said with a laugh. 
"You're such a pussy, Mom. We're gonna do this a 
lot from now on."

"Um-hmmm," I agreed, worming my tongue inside her 
rectum to find the hot, salty surprise she'd 
promised me. I consoled myself with the knowledge 
that I had no choice -- Beautiful people owned me.

 
end

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in 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 system.
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