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 A Mother's Fantasy Come True By Boy Trainer Chapter 1

   It was a beautiful Monday morning.  My husband had left for work and the
kids had just walked out the door for school.  The house was clean...  well
clean enough for me and there was absolutely nothing on TV.  My car was in
the shop, but really I had nowhere to go anyways.

   I have three beautiful kids.  My oldest are fraternal twins Stacey and
Steve and they had just turned twelve.  My youngest is ten and his name is
Jake.  He too had a twin sister, but she died shortly after birth.  Not
because there was anything physically wrong with her.  On a drive to the
grocery store we were broadsided by a drunk driver and though Joy was
buckled up properly she took the brunt of the impact.  Infants are supposed
to be in the middle of the back seat, but our car at the time didn't offer
the room.  We owned a full sized van with two captain's chairs behind the
front seats and a fold down bench seat in the rear.  Our babies were
strapped in the captain's seats.  The seats swivel and the lock lever in
hers broke on impact.

   Shake it off Ellen, shake it off.

   Anyway, having nothing to do I decided to go upstairs to see if there
were any old raggedy clothes or garbage I could get rid of.  Besides, the
weather was warming and I needed to start gathering the winter clothes for
storage and Steven was due to start a growth spurt, so today was a perfect
opportunity to get ready for that.  I started with the boy's room.  I went
through the closet and yes there were a few shirts I could have tossed, but
I knew the boys liked those shirts and they did need something they could
knock around in, so I left most alone.

   Next I went through their drawers.  I found some old briefs that looked
like they were worn to death and because the boys for some odd reason had
switched to boxers I gathered them up as well.

   I never could understand that.  Personally I like briefs and I always
have.  Even as a middle school student I had a thing for boys in briefs and
now they all want to wear those Gomer Pile boxers.  On the other hand I
don't believe boys look good in those speedo or European type briefs.  It
looks too much like they're wearing women's underwear.

   Moving on I tossed some old socks in the pile and then I noticed the
shoes lined up against the wall.  We had just bought the kid two sets of
new shoes each and yet here were the old pairs and sure Steven could pass
down his old shoes to Jake, but Steven's old pair has divided souls, so
those needed to go.  I tossed them on the pile as well as a pair that I
know Jake had grown out of.  I swear I can't understand why the boys hadn't
thrown them out their selves, but boys will be boys.

   I glanced over the room one last time and that's when I noticed the
screen saver on their PC was still on.  Normally they shut everything down
before school, but I guess this time they forgot.

   Steven has been asking for a laptop and we will get him and his sister
each one for school next year, but right now we don't want them surfing the
web at McDonald's.  It's bad enough that they text all through dinner with
those silly cell phones.  Honestly don't their thumbs have better things to
do?  It's just that for now we don't want the kids carrying laptops
everywhere they go.

   My husband and I decided long ago that we would never spy on the kids,
but we did set parental controls on their computers, so we never had to
worry about what they did online.  I mean when I was going through their
dresser drawers if I were to find something like oh...  let's say a Playboy
book or even a bag of pot; I would leave it where it was.  I'd probably
have a talk with them about drugs or sex and make them very uncomfortable,
but I would never admit I found it.  So I swear all I was going to do was
shut the computer down.  I had no intention on spying on them, but because
each kid is networked in with their own user names and we allowed them to
set their own passwords for privacy I assumed all I had to do was click the
turn off icon on the windows welcome screen.

   However, when I moved the mouse I was surprised to find that one of them
was not only still logged in, but his internet explorer was activated even
though it was minimized to the start menu.

   When I clicked on it to close it out I was shocked to find that it was
on that new web site called video roulette, a site I knew to be filled with
filthy old men jacking off.  Well, at least that's what the news had said.
Personally I never bothered to check it out and I sure never thought my
kids would even try to access it or could for that matter because of the
parental controls, but there it was plain as day.

   I was thankful that there was no video running at the time and I almost
assumed it was a mistake, but then in a flash a picture of a fat sleazy
man`s cock appeared and I was fuming.  I exited the site immediately
knowing that I was going to be having a talk with whoever's account I was
in.  I assumed it would be Steven because he's about at that age.

   Still I wasn't thinking about spying.  I had almost decided to shut the
computer down and bring the event up at dinner with my husband in
attendance, but suddenly my curiosity got the best of me and I decided that
since I was in the account anyways, I might as well poke around and see
what else the little shit was getting into.

   I went into windows explorer only to find that it was not Steven's
account I was in, but Jake's.  I searched his documents and found nothing
but homework.  Then I went into his pictures and was shocked to find it was
loaded with pictures of boys and not just boys his age either, they were
boys of all ages even pictures of some as old as in their twenties and not
only were they naked, but they were doing some things I had never imagined
possible!

   That's when I went into his videos section and I can't imagine the
expression I had on my own face when I found not only videos of other boys
and men and men doing boys, but I found some of Jake giving Steven a very
passionate and expert blow job, all while mugging for the camera no less!

   "What the fuck is going on here?" I actually shouted to no one.

   However, suddenly I discovered something even more shocking.  I mean I
was furious obviously, but I actually argued with myself as to whether I
should shut it all down or keep watching.  I mean here I was actually being
entertained and I couldn't believe it myself.  I found myself mesmerized at
the sight of my pudgy cheeked hairless and tiny dicked little boy lovingly
nursing on his big brother's dick, which wasn't much larger than his was.

   I mean I hadn't realized Steven was gaining in girth; much less that he
had faint signs of pubic hair started already.  Yet there they were mugging
for the camera and I was honestly fixated, festinated and quite honestly
enjoying the show.  I couldn't believe I heard myself giggle.

   The next thing that happened absolutely threw me through a loop.  I
noticed there was a shadowy movement going on around them, but because the
camera was so focused on Steven sitting naked in the chair and his little
brother's bobbing head I really couldn't see behind them until two small
hands clasped over Steven's shoulders.

   It couldn't be, but suddenly long locks of blond hair blocked Steven's
face and I just knew it was Stacey kissing him.  I knew her hair anywhere,
but the next thing I knew she was on her knees sharing Steven's dick with
their little brother like they were sharing an ice-cream cone or something!

   Steven's arm moved and the camera jumbled around a moment and when it
came to a stop it was zoomed in on a twin sister and their little brother
taking turns blowing their sibling like pros.  I swear porn stars couldn't
look so enthused.  Yes, they were doing it because they actually loved it
and not because it was some sort of dare or because they were forced to in
any way, that much was obvious.

   The next questions crossing my mind were how far had they gone?  How
long had they been doing this?  Was Stacey still a virgin, or was she
already a whore?

   I can't even believe I thought of the word "whore" when thinking of my
beautiful young daughter, but I did.  I mean the evidence was there before
me, but on the same note my middle finger was now shoved as far up inside
my own cunt as it could possibly go without breaking my wrist!

   I could tell Stacey was naked because as she moved around the chair all
I saw was a blur of soft supple skin, but I couldn't see any details like
how big her tits had become or even if she had started growing pubic hair
even though I knew she had started having periods.

   Up until this point there wasn't much in the way of sound other than
slurping and some intense moaning on all parts, but then I heard in the
background.  "Kids, get up it's time for school!"

   Oh my god it was me!  Not only was it me calling to wake them up, but it
was me this very morning!  I remembered having just made batter for the
waffles which we just finished eating and I was still full from.  I
remembered how I broke a dish and then I heard the crash of that very dish
breaking and then I yelled.  "Shit!"

   That's when the kids all sparked into action and started clambering to
get dressed.  Stacey ran naked to her room and the boys tossed their
clothes on like they had rehearsed it a million times.  It looked like my
yelling "shit" made them think I saw what they were doing.

   Admittedly I didn't get much done that day.  I sat there for hours going
through Jake's porn collection masturbating and loving it I might add.  I
have to admit too that Jake has good taste when it comes to guys and no; I
wasn't mad at any of them.  I was shocked at first, but only shocked.  You
see me and Paul are...  and always have been very sexually happy.  We
considered ourselves still quite young, liberal and experimental when it
comes to sex.

   We were after all only fifteen when we first got pregnant and we even
had to cross state lines in order to get married...  with each of our
parent's written consent of course.

   They, on the other hand weren't so happy.  I can't even go into the
arguments both of our sets of parents went into.  I mean there were dishes
and fists flying, but neither of them would even consider me getting an
abortion.  That just wasn't in the cards for either of our families, but
that was over twelve years ago and I sure never wanted to emulate our
ridiculous parents by flying off the deep end with my own kids.

   This left me three hours to ponder how I should handle this new
revelation.  I'm sure anyone could imagine how my mind surged with a
mixture if emotions.  On the one hand having lost one child anyone could
understand how a mother would do anything to protect her remaining
children.

   True I was sexually stimulated over what I had witnessed, but I fully
understood the risks involved with them not only doing what they were
doing, but doing it so publicly on the internet.  Thinking rationally
though; the video I found was not on the internet.  It was located in
Jake's video collection.  It is possible that they recorded it for the
internet, but I found it hard to believe that they would be that stupid.

   Finally I couldn't deny how adorable the three were and the fact that
Jake is so obviously gay at the very young age of ten made me just quiver
because honestly I've always wished he would be.  Or rather I always wished
I had a gay son.

   No kidding, I've always fantasized about having a gay son.  There's just
something so exciting about the whole idea.  I've even considered raising
Jake as a girl, but this was always something I kept as my own little
private fantasy.  Not even Paul knew of this secret fantasy even though he
once confessed to me that when he was in middle school he blew almost every
boy in his class.  Needless to say that was a deal breaker when it came to
deciding if he would be the one to break my cherry, but again I kept that
to myself as well.

   I've even allowed Paul to continue his extra marital affairs with other
men.  When most men would go golfing or bowling, or lie to their wives
that, that's where they were going I allowed Paul to head to the gay bars
or adult book stores twice a week just so he could blow off some gay steam
and once a month we both would go out end up at a friend's house for an
orgy where we enjoyed a grab bag of uninhibited sexual pleasure.

   As I said, Paul and I were always liberal when it came to sex.  There
was a period of time when we've been involved in even more depraved kinky
adventures such as bondage and...  Well, you get the picture.

   We even frequented a nude beach before we moved away from his parent's
home into our own.  We simply moved too far away from any beach to make the
drive reasonable.

   Thinking about it saddened me that we didn't at least continue our
nudist activities, but over the years and because of convenience we just
didn't peruse the idea any further.  Our lives had become too hectic and we
foolishly wanted to conform to the more conservative neighborhood we'd
moved into, but the massive and multiple orgasms I had that morning made me
realize just how much we've denied ourselves.  Yes I've already decided
that some things have got to change back to the way they were and be even
more sexually liberated if at all possible.

   Chapter 2

   Before leaving the computer I turned off the screen saver to insure that
the kids knew that I was able to view the things they were doing and for
extra measure I returned to the video roulette site and minimized it just
like it was.

   I made sure that there could be no doubt I was in their rooms by
removing the items I originally went in there for.  This wasn't an eye
opening declaration that I knew what they were doing.  It was just meant to
indicate that it was possible I had seen something they didn't want me to.
Still, I left everything so that there could be a reasonable doubt if I had
seen anything at all.

   Next I set to work on preparing dinner.  Normally Monday's would be
leftover night, but I wanted to fix the family's favorite meal, so I
started making chicken and dumplings.  I make the best chicken and
dumplings even if I do say so myself.

   While the chicken slowly stewed I noticed the clock and it was just
about time for the familiar squeal of Jake's school bus breaks.  He was
still in elementary, so he rides a different bus than his siblings do.

   I went to the front window and waited.  I watched with baited breath
because I wanted to get a fresh perspective as to how much Jake had grown.
It's funny how time goes by so fast and yet so slow that we as parents
don't realize just how many changes take place in their kids and I'm not
talking about how tall they suddenly get, but how cute, beautiful and sexy
they blatantly become.

   Sure enough the big yellow bus rolled up and that sound the bus makes is
like fingernails on a blackboard.  In fact I almost wanted to run out and
tell the driver to get those damn breaks fixed, but then I decided I like
knowing when it comes around.

   I watched as those double doors opened and seconds later Jake jumped
down waving goodbye to everyone which brought me in mind of change number
one.  I hadn't realized just how popular Jake was in school.  I remembered
back when I was going to school and whenever I left the bus I never even
thought about waving to my friends.  Good for him.

   Watching him walk up the concrete path with fresh eyes was really
something.  He still had some of his baby fat.  He wasn't obese or even
chubby, but he did have some chunk left in his cheeks.  I then imagined how
his twin sister might have looked at his age and I could actually see her
in his joyful steps which made me inhale deeply.

   He quick-stepped to the door and when he entered he shucked his backpack
and said.  "Hi mom."

   "Hello there handsome." I responded.

   He did look at me suspiciously, but didn't say anything else.  He just
smiled and ran up the stairs with backpack clunking on each step.

   Normally I would hear shuffling and rumbling as he settled in and I did
hear what I assumed was his backpack hitting the mattress, but then there
was silence.  Seconds later I heard him yell.  "Mom!"

   "Yes dear?"

   "Were you in my room today?"

   "Yes dear I threw out some of your old clothes." I wanted him to suspect
something was wrong, but I didn't want him to know for sure.  There was no
further response, just more deafening silence.

   Moments later the middle school bus came along and I watched as Steven
and Stacey along with some neighbor kids stepped out.  They however showed
no interest in them.  They simply walked side by side to the house.

   I noticed too that Steven and Stacey's cheeks had thinned and even
though Stacey was talker than her brother they looked almost identical.  I
also took note how Stacey's figure was maturing.  Her breasts were clearly
budding and her hips and ass were getting more pronounced while her
brother's ass was definitely forming perfectly.  Beautiful, just beautiful!

   As they stepped inside I mentally argued with myself whether or not to
get Stacey a training bra.  I mean why not let her tease the boys for as
long as she can?

   Steven was wearing board shorts and didn't show much in the crotch
department, but when he moved in different ways I could almost make out
where his cock pressed against the loose fitting thin white fabric, but
then again the board shorts had thick Velcro where a zipper would normally
be, so that could account for some of the bulge.

   "Hello you two." I beamed.

   They both looked at me in some degree of confusion.  It's not often I
greet them so lovingly and I never wait for them at the door, so I knew I
was doing a good job.

   "Hi mom." They both said simultaneously and then Steven took a sniff.

   "Is that chicken and dumplings I smell?"

   "It sure is." I boasted.

   "What's the occasion?"

   "No occasion."

   "Something's up." Stacey whispered to her twin.

   "Nothing's up." I protested.  "I just felt like chicken and dumplings
tonight.  Don't you?"

   "I always want chicken and dumplings." Steve perked and then they too
ran up the stairs.

   The next thing I heard was Steven cringe the words.  "She what?"

   I couldn't hear what Jake was saying because I guess he was whispering,
but then Steven bolted out of their room and down the hall to Stacey's room
and then both ran back to the boy's room.

   "No, no don't think that." I heard her say.

   To be honest I was thrilled.  This was even better than I had imagined
and just one more hour and Paul would be coming home and the real fun would
begin even though I really didn't know exactly how Paul would react.

   All I had to do now was keep my tone exactly where it was, so I set
about fixing the salad and setting the table humming along with the Elton
John CD playing reasonably loud on the stereo; just loud enough so that I
could pick out and identify each and every instrument.  It sounded
beautiful.

   I lightly danced just a couple joyful swirls around the table setting
the good china down I looked up to find all three of the kids staring at me
like I had lost my mind.  "Oh hello kids...  Do you want to help me?"

   Steven looked so confused, but he glanced at both siblings nodding.  "Um
yeah sure mom.  We'd be happy to help."

   This in itself was particularly unusual because normally their chore
would be to set the table and here I was not only doing it myself while
dancing, but asking if they wanted to help me.  Just another nail in the
coffin I suppose, but I was enjoying the torture I was putting them
through. Ain't I a stinker?

   After the table was set, WITH the good china, AND the candelabra no
less; I set about adding the dumplings to the pot.  You have to be careful
just when you add the dumplings or they just disintegrate as they overcook.

   "Um mom?" I heard Stacey quiver.

   "What?"

   "Need any help?" I could tell she wanted to ask something else, but
changed her mind.

   "Well you could get the serving bowl down for me."

   "The serving bowl?  Don't we normally just fill our plates from the
pot?"

   "Not tonight.  We're on our best behavior tonight.  I want to surprise
daddy." Then I turned to face her and winked.  "I'm feeling a little frisky
tonight."

   I knew I never talked to her this way before.  Sure the kids know full
well that their dad and mom have sex, but never had I expressed myself in
such an obvious sexual overtone and boy did her eyes show it.  Her nose
crinkled and she let a distinguished "Ewe!" escape which made me laugh.

   Just as the dumplings firmed up I looked out the kitchen window and saw
Paul's car pull into the garage.  "Boys light the candles please."

   "Okay mom!" Steve responded.

   Stacey and I filled the serving bowl and she helped me carry the filled
salads bowls in and set them on the plates.  Paul came in the back door as
usual and took a sniff.

   "Chicken and dumplings?" He asked giving me a kiss.

   "Uh-huh...  Why don't you go wash up for dinner?" I asked looking at his
filthy hands.  "Honestly I don't know why you can't wash up before you get
in your car." He shrugged and headed to the downstairs bathroom.

   Really he's the foreman of the factory; he has no reason to get dirty.
All he has to do is bark out orders, but every night he comes home looking
like a pig.  He even wears a white shirt and tie.  I simply never
understood that and I don't understand how he keeps his clothes so clean
when his hands and face get so dirty.

   "So, how was work today?" I asked his back as he peed WITH the bathroom
door left wide open I might add.

   "Pretty good.  The mill broke down today, but I fixed it." He said with
pride while zipping up and stepping to the sink to wash his hands.

   After he washed his hands he started to reach for the towel, but I
stopped him.  "Not yet!" I barked.  He looked at his still dirty hands and
returned to the sink.  "Face too." I reminded him.

   I carried the filled serving bowl to the table and set it in the middle
next to the candelabra.  The kids were already seated around the table
still looking very nervous and confused.

   Not a word was spoken all through the salads.  I just kept seeing
sheepish eyes looking up at me and when they saw me look they would dart
their eyes back down to their food.  God I loved this!

   Breaking the obvious tension Paul spoke up and asked while placing his
salad bowl aside.  "Okay what's going on?"

   "Nothing." I said and just as the kids let out a sigh of relief I added.
"I noticed Jake is taking after his old man.

   "How so?"

   "Well he seems to be very popular with his school mates and I think he's
showing some of your middle school talent."

   "My middle school talent?"

   "Yes you remember telling me about the skills you picked up in middle
school don't you?"

   Now all eyes including Paul's were lost in confusion.  Paul sat there
and I could just see the gears in his skull turning trying to remember
while the kids all looked on not knowing what the hell I was talking about
especially Jake.

   Obviously Paul wasn't catching on so in frustration I made the quote end
quote motions with my fingers and winked.  "Your talent."

   That's when a spark came to Paul's eyes and he perked up looking at
Jake. "Oh really?"

   "Yep." I nodded.  "Just ask Steven."

   He looked back at me in total shock and then he looked at Steven who sat
there with mouth gaping.

   I could see in his eyes that he had a notion of what I was talking
about, but in no way did he want to admit it.  Even his head started
swaying back and forth as if denying it without words.

   "Is he good?" Paul asked as if asking if the food was good.

   "Good at what?  I don't know what mom's talking about."

   "You don't?" He asked now looking at me.

   "He knows." I smiled knowingly.

   "I swear I have no idea."

   "Well..." I sighed reaching for the chicken and dumplings.  "Why don't
we finish eating?"

   The panic in each of their eyes as they nauseously picked at their food
was priceless.  They just knew I was onto them, but none were willing to
show it.  Paul on the other hand seemed giddy and even had seconds, but the
conversation was put on hold till the table was cleared and the kids were
dispatched to washing the dishes.

   This was my opportunity to take Paul by the hand and lead him to the
boy's room where I knew the kids could hear us because the boy's bedroom
was just above their heads.  I turned on the computer and said.  "Sign onto
your user account."

   He did and I clicked onto his master folder and clicked onto Jake's
documents.  Then I went into the picture folder and let Paul explore.  I
was almost afraid that Jake would have deleted any evidence of his secret
hobby, but he hadn't.

   Paul marveled over his youngest son's huge collection of boys with
gaping eyes.  "And I collected baseball cards at his age." He snickered.

   "They didn't have the internet back then Paul."

   "Well they did sort of." Paul corrected me.  "It was dial-up and mostly
private BBS systems and you had to do the C colon back-slash thing because
there was no mouse, or a window for that matter...  but Jake's only ten."
He said while still marveling over his son's hidden hobby.

   "How old were you when you started noticing boys?"

   He snickered and said.  "I guess all my life."

   That's when I clicked on the videos folder and showed him some special
videos of men doing boys.  "You need to see this one." I said and clicked
on one of the small dark haired boy of about seven livingly nursing on that
huge cock.  Paul watched on in awe as an endless stream of thick cum seemed
to burst out the sides of the small boy's overstretched mouth.

   "Oh god that's hot!" Paul hissed.

   "Yeah, I must have watched that like ten times." I giggled.

   Then I showed him the family videos and Paul looked justifiably
enthralled as he watched his youngest son engulf his older brother's cock
and then his eyes widened even more when Stacey came into the picture.

   "What do you want to do about this?" I asked.

   Still unsure about how I felt he asked.  "What do you think?"

   "I love it." I perked.

   "You do?"

   "Yes."

   "Still the question remains.  What do you want to do about it?"

   Then I gave him a devilish look and said.  "Let's have some fun."

   With a stoic look he shut off the computer and stood up.  "Lets."

   We walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where three sets of
frightened eyes waited for a hammer to fall.  The dishes were in the washer
and the counter was clean and all three stood there expecting the worse. 
There was no more doubt in their faces as to what we were on about and so
we didn't pretend.

   "Your mom and I have weighed the evidence..." Paul said.  "You have got
quite a talent there Jake.  Okay everyone in the living room."

   That's when tears started falling and each took turns in protesting
their innocence.  "It was all a joke."

   "We can explain."

   "We were just fooling around."

   When we got in the living room Paul and I sat on the love seat and
expectantly motioned with our hands.  "Let's see."

   "See what?" Stacey asked.

   "Well...  Let's see what you're so willing to show everyone else except
your own parents." I injected.

   "What; do you mean here- now?" Steven asked in disbelief.

   "Right here- Right now- Stacey close the shades."

   Still the tears flowed freely, but I calmly stated.  "We're not mad at
you and you're not in trouble."

   "We're not?"

   "No!" I laughed.  "We just want to see what you've been up to."

   Shakily Stacey did as she was told and closed the front window shades
and then she returned to stand beside her brothers.  Again we indicated
wordlessly for them to begin, but they just stood there dumbfounded.

   "Well..  Strip." Paul said.

   Reluctantly Steven began by slipping out of his jersey.  When he did
that, Jake was far more confident in removing his.  He even dropped his
shorts just as bold as you please.  This made it apparent that Jake was a
little more of an exhibitionist than I had ever imagined.  For sure he was
far more relaxed and comfortable than his older siblings.  In seconds he
stood there completely naked even as Stacey hesitated in touching the hem
of her shirt.

   "Go ahead Stacey." Paul coaxed her.  "It's ok."

   Eventually all three stood there naked as you please even though it was
obvious that the older two would rather have been anywhere else but where
they were and what they were doing.

   "Steven, have you ever fucked Stacey?" I asked.

   All three looked at me in total disbelief that I had actually used that
word in its proper context.  Sure we said the word in anger, but always
when we lost control like when Paul would hit his thumb with a hammer or
when he and I would fight; which rarely happened, but using the word fuck
as in actually fucking?  That was completely off the wall and unexpected.

   "No." He flatly denied.

   "Stacey is that true?"

   "Yes."

   "Has anyone ever fucked you?" Paul asked.

   "No."

   "Ok.  Continue."

   "Continue what?" Steven asked.

   "Let's see a show.  Do what you normally do."

   With that Jake needed no further coaxing.  He dropped to his knees and
scooted over to where his brother so nervously stood.  I could see the
hunger and lust in his beautiful eyes as he reached up and gently started
coaxing his brother's flaccid cock to hardness, but even as it started to
inflate he leaned in and welcomed it in his young warm mouth.

   "Oh he does love cock; doesn't he?" Paul gleamed.

   "Yeah he does." Steven now swooned in ever relaxing delight leaning his
head back and now breathing through his mouth.

   "Well Stacey?" I grinned.

   Stacy was the picture of loveliness.  Her breasts were indeed budding.
Not that they were large enough to need a bra, but there was obvious
perkiness and her areolas were getting wider and I might note that her
nipples were sticking straight out.

   Tentatively Stacy too knelt down and started fondling Steven's luscious
looking and still hairless ball sack.  It became obvious that cock play was
still relatively new to the girl.

   "Steven how long has Stacey been in on the act?" I asked.

   "About a week."

   "Ah-huh?"

   "She walked in on me and Jake."

   "I see...  and how long has he been sucking your dick?"

   "Oh god...  I don't know." He grunted.

   "Have you reciprocated?"

   "Huh?"

   "Have you ever returned the favor?" Paul asked.

   "No." Again he grunted.

   "Why not?"

   Steven looked down almost in dismay.  "What?"

   "Well he does it for you.  Why haven't you done it for him?"

   "Because that's gay."

   "I see.  You know gay isn't a bad word.  I like sucking dick myself."
His dad admitted.

   "You do?"

   "He sure does." I giggled.

   This news I think totally blew Steven's mind.  I could see him trying to
picture his dad with a big fat chubby in his mouth, but just couldn't wrap
his head around the whole idea.

   "Come here." Paul ordered almost sternly, but when he tried to step
forward Jake had an unrelenting clasp on his adolescent junk like a fish on
a hook.

   "Jake let go baby." I said.

   Reluctantly he released that which so captivated him and I felt a little
more than sorry for the boy.  I completely understood his fascination for
dick, for I too felt the same way.

   When Steven got to within arm's reach Paul slowly raised his hand
tenderly cupping the boy's lovely silky soft scrotum just like he held him
when the doctor handed him over after Steven was born.

   Paul was mesmerized and to be honest so was I.  Just like in the video
Steven had started gaining in girth, but not so much in length.  It was
stubby looking, but absolutely adorable showing the first throws of
puberty.

   "Look at this." I said in awe as I fingered his downy pubic hair.  It
really was sparse in thickness, but a few longer and darker hairs stood out
from the rest.  I pinched a small cluster between my thumb and forefinger
and gently pulled the curly cluster of hairs straight up mentally measuring
his longer strands as the shorter ones started dropping free.

   "God that's beautiful." Paul gasped.

   Paul couldn't hold off any longer.  I watched as his face drew ever
closer to Steven's cute member accepting it in his loving mouth.  Again
Steven's breath escaped his mouth as he leaned his head back in sheer
pleasure.

   Jake and Stacey drew closer to get a better view of their own father
blowing their brother so adoringly and it wasn't long before Steven could
do nothing but lurch from the now uncontrollable orgasm his dad was giving
him.  I don't know what it felt like, but watching that urethra pulsating
with jet after jet of youthful cum told me that it had to feel amazing.

   When the climax subsiding Paul released the young dick with a clear
crisp click of his lips almost insuring it was squeegeed dry.  He leaned
back and unbuckled and unzipped his pants to pull out his own much larger
and thicker cock.  "Your turn."

   Steven didn't offer up verbal resistance.  He did roll his eyes; not in
protest, but in reluctant acceptance and got to his knees between his
father's.  He reached out and fisted the huge member and with slight
hesitation, licked up its length.  He looked at it for a moment mentally
debating the word gay then bravely dove down taking as much of it in as he
could.

   Even with his fist wrapped tightly around the bottom half of his
father's thick shaft I could see his young cheeks mold with the shape of
the massive cock that completely fill his mouth.  I could even make out the
outline of Paul's head rolling Steven's cheeks as he rhythmically bobbed up
and down its length.

   "It isn't a chore son.  Just relax and try to enjoy it." Paul said in a
soft whisper.

   "That's it boy.  Now work that cock like you know you want to." I heard
deep rumbling voice grown in almost evil ecstasy.  Only after all eyes
turned towards me did I realize that grumble came from me which sent me
into an unassisted orgasm.  "Oh god YES!"

   It was from that point on that all inhibitions were wiped away and any
feelings of taboo had completely vanished.  The living room had become a
free-fall of supple skin vying for position in a pile of naked bodies.  In
moments my fingers lovingly feather touched every inch of skin my entire
family possessed.

   I even watched on as inches away from my own nose Jake lapped at his
sister's or any girl's snatch for the very first time.  He and I even took
turns as I explained where her clit was and how to get the most of it.

   Just as he was getting the hang of it Paul grabbed him by the hand and
pulled him away saying.  "That's no job for you."

   He then cleared the coffee table and made his youngest son lie down
hoisting his chunky legs so his feet rested on Paul's shoulders.  Then his
father got to his knees and spit in his hand and I knew what was coming
next.

   "Do you think he's ready for that Paul?" I asked praying his answer
would be yes.

   "Ready or not it's going to happen."

   With his meat now soaked in his own spit Paul leaned in and expertly
guided his gland to Jake's tiny sphincter.  We all watched in close up awe
as the large gland divided those round butt cheeks.

   I looked in Jake's eyes and was amazed to find him only biting his lower
lip and releasing only a short grunt of discomfort.  Then as his father's
thick shaft made his round butt cheeks ripple from being so widely
stretched apart, he released a steam of hot breath and he leaned forward to
witness for himself his dad driving that unbelievably large thing all the
way home.  Seeing that he had all of his dad's huge cock embedded inside
him he rolled his eyes back and rested his head on the table allowing his
dad to do as he will.

   Oh the pride I felt in the boy overwhelmed me.  Perhaps it was the loss
of his sister that made me want this; I don't know.  I wondered if she had
lived would I feel the same, or would it even matter?  In any event I was
content and from the look on Paul's eyes as he plowed his youngest son, so
was he.

   "God that's hot!" I heard Steven say which drove me to my next action.

   Without saying a word I grabbed Stacy and laid her on the floor next to
the coffee table where her father could watch while relentlessly fucking
her baby brother.

   I spread her legs and dove in and started licking her almost hairless
slit applying as much saliva as I could.  I wasn't really eating her out as
I was getting her ready and when she was wet enough I pulled Steven down by
the wrist.

   Steven needed no further instructions.  He moved in as I aligned his
cock to his twin's opening till his head had disappeared between her folds.

   He looked at me as if insuring it was okay and when I nodded that it was
he lowered himself seeding his dick well inside her.  When Stacey whimpered
I knew she was tamed forever.  Her seal had been broken and her own twin
rightfully took the prize.  Once a rhythm was set they lovingly kissed just
as they should.

   As for me; I watched on as my kids shared in a very loving, cherry
popping fuck fest.  I watched on as Paul filled his youngest son not once,
not twice, but three times with his hot steaming cum.  I watched on as
Steven gave several great performances rutting his twin sister and she had
thrown some pretty strong orgasms his way as well.  I only briefly
considered the possibility that he could get her pregnant, but instantly
decided (Who cares?) I walked around them all relishing in a new and
vibrant family touching each of them with my long nails and fingertips
envisioning our new exciting future and I realized that I was a closet
voyeur.  I was as content watching my family having sex as I was having it
myself...  In fact maybe even a little more so.

   Then when all energy had been spent and four bellies heaved from
exhaustion, I herded them all to my king sized bed and as Paul and I held
up the sheets and blankets they all tumbled in.  When they were all huddled
together Paul and I lowered the blankets over them and went back down the
stairs to enjoy a much needed cocktail.

   No, I didn't need fucking because I was completely satisfied.  All my
wildest dreams and fantasies had come true.  Sure we needed to move and
start a new secluded and anonymous life, but it was well worth it.

   Chapter 3

   Over the next few days Paul and I debated...  well agreeably discussed
the pros and cons of how we should proceed with our new found lifestyle. 
We agreed we couldn't stay where we were because we did have some nosey
neighbors.  We pooled over our finances and figured that if we sold the
house and if we got top dollar for it, we might scrape enough together for
a smaller house with more land for privacy, but we also decided that we had
to move far enough away so that we could break all ties such as close
friends who would want to visit us unannounced.  This also meant that Paul
would have to quit his job and with a little over three hundred grand we
wouldn't last long if he couldn't find a new one soon enough.

   Three hundred grand may sound like a lot of money, but that isn't all in
hard cold cash.  We still had to sell the house; a task we were
apprehensive about and then there was the IRA and the kid's college funds
and so on.  I mean everything had to go exactly as planned and there might
be a chance that Paul could walk away from work with a separation package
depending on how he negotiated things.  He did know some trade secrets
after all.

   During this time the kids had lost all inhibitions around the house.  As
soon as they came home from school and even before leaving the foyer they
would shuck all of their clothing preferring to be naked and our drapes
remained closed tight twenty-four seven.

   Steven remained the only one to fuck Stacy, but no longer felt
self-conscious when it came to gay sex.  In fact he showed no favoritism
between sex with his sister, brother or either of his parents.  He was in
short completely and happily bisexual as was his twin sister.  However her
father wouldn't be poking her because we actually want the twins to breed.
Well, that was Paul's fantasy more so than mine.  Personally I couldn't
give a shit.

   Jake on the other hand was restricted by both me and his dad to be
completely homosexual which is what he really is.  It was agreed that he
was to be not only gay, but completely submissive to the men of the house
and men in general for that matter, but for now all sex was strictly
confined to the household.  We didn't want any slip-ups until we were in a
safe place.

   Jake was no sissy boy though.  He did have a slight girlish giggle, but
from all outward appearances he was and acted every bit the average
ten-year-old boy that you might expect to find on any little league
baseball field.  He likes sports, he likes video games and he's a huge car
fanatic.  He especially likes getting down and dirty in the mud with other
boys of his own age.  On first impression nobody would ever suspect for a
second that above all else he was a humungous dick whore, but he is.

   Paul and I wanted to be secluded, but we also felt the need to find a
social network of likeminded people, or at least people sympathetic to our
lifestyle, but we knew it would be hard to find such people even in Paul's
circle of gay friends; some of whom can be even more judgmental than our
overly conservative neighbors.

   This day I remained casually dressed in my shirt and jeans.  I had to
retrieve my car from the shop and when I got home I started searching the
internet and at first I had no idea what to look for or how to word the
search.  I started with general stories of incest.  Some were scientific
and there seemed to be a sliding scale of theories as to why people get
involved in it.  Then there was the theological crap which I dismissed
right away and some stories were erotic in nature, but I could tell most
were written by people whom obviously had never even experimented with it
in real life.  To them it was just a fantasy, like this one guy who seems
to have a thing for using the phrase "Practicing making babies" in all of
his stories, a bit OCD if you ask me, but oh well to each his own.

   Soon I started clicking on links from links that led to nowhere.  Before
too long I somehow wandered into a chat room and I can't remember how I
found it, but the title of the chat room was Alternative Families and since
we certainly qualified as an alternative family I clicked in with the
screen name of ResearchingMom.

   I sat there several minutes just staring at the blank page with screen
names of all sorts running up and down the right side of the screen.  Right
away I thought how strange for a chat room to have no actual chatting going
on.  All I saw was people signing in and other people signing out.  Some
would sign in and instantly sign out while others at least entered with a
friendly hello even if there was no response from others.

   Then after some time I got an instant message request from someone named
FamDad.  "Finally...  someone new!" He wrote.  He or she; you never know.

   "Yes" I said.  "I'm not sure this is the sort of room I'm looking for
since nobody is talking."

   "Yes it does get that way sometimes.  Most people just chat via IM.  So
what sort of chat are you looking for?"

   "To be honest, I'm not even sure how to bring the subject up or even if
I should." I typed.

   "I see, well I'm not sure if I can help you if I don't know the
situation.  I could play the 20 question game with you, or you could just
trust me when I say that no matter what you tell me I promise stays with
me."

   "Can I ask you a favor?" I asked now nervous as all hell.

   "Sure."

   "Could you give me a moment to go to the bathroom and then get some
coffee for courage?"

   "LOL absolutely.  As a matter of fact I could use a smoke, so you do
what you need to and I'll step outside for a smoke."

   Instantly I thought this guy is in an office and may be some sort of law
enforcement officer.  "Why do you need to step outside for a smoke?"

   "Because my wife is expecting and I don't want to smoke around her, so
she doesn't want to smoke while she's pregnant.  Besides I don't like the
smell of old ashtrays, so I smoke outside."

   "Oh that's sweet of you.  Okay I'll be right back."

   "I'll be here."

   After I did my necessaries I returned with a huge cup of coffee which I
really never used before.  It's the kind of cup they use on the new TV show
called "Friends" and holds way more coffee than I can ever drink, but it's
a fun set and I just had to buy it.  Besides, I had a feeling this was
going to take a while.

   "I'm back whenever you are."

   It was a short wait, but soon he returned with.  "Me too."

   "Did you enjoy your smoke?"

   "God yes!  So tell me what brings you here."

   "Well it's a long story and I'm not sure how to tell it.  You see my
family has recently gone through some...................  changes." I
actually put in all those dots.

   "Changes, which you're not sure if you should mention for...............
legal reasons?  He too actually used all those dots.

   "Yes." I typed right away.

   "Tell you what.  You start the story till you think you should stop and
let me guess."

   "That sounds safe enough." I responded and took a sip of coffee.  "It
all started when I went in my son's room to do some cleaning."

   "How old is your son?"

   "Two sons actually and they are 12 and 10."

   "Oh what great ages for boys."

   "Thanks I think so too."

   "Any girls?"

   "One and she's the twin to the oldest boy."

   "Okay I get the picture so far.  Let me guess you found something you
weren't expecting to find."

   "Yes."

   "They have their own computer?"

   "Yes."

   "Was it on there?"

   "Yes.  How did you know?"

   "I was 12 once too.  Although back then it was magazines."

   "LOL"

   "Okay so you found this evidence that at least one of your sons is being
completely normal; then what?"

   "That was a strange way to put it." I responded.

   "It seemed you needed to hear that."

   I hesitated for a moment and realized I really did like this guy and
felt well at ease enough to fill in some blanks.  "Well, what I found
wasn't just my oldest son.  It was a video of both my sons and my
daughter."

   "Fooling around on camera?"

   Again I froze with trepidation, but he didn't push the issue, he just
waited for me to answer.  "Yes." I emboldened myself.

   "Let me tell you something that may put you at ease." He said.  "My wife
isn't my wife.  She's my sister and she's pregnant with our 6th child."

   "6th?" I asked in shock and had to swig some more coffee.

   "4 girls and 2 boys.  This one will be our 4th girl."

   "So....  Um you actually see a doctor?"

   "We live in a private community of like the room says (Alternative
Families).  We have gay parents, swinger parents and families, nudist
families and well, just all sorts.  We have our own doctor and even our own
school."

   "Are you being serious?" I asked with a lump deep in my center chest.

   "Oh yes.  We are a self-sustaining community, though some parents work
outside the community."

   "My husband and I are thinking of moving, but we were thinking of
isolating ourselves you know, in seclusion."

   "Not very fair to the kids; is it?"

   "No.  You're right about that."

   "Listen." He said.  "I have to run for now."

   "So soon?" I asked.  "We were just getting started.  I was enjoying our
talk."

   ""Sorry about that, but I really have to go.  Come back to this chat
room the same time tomorrow." Then the next thing I saw were the words
"FamDad has left Alternative Families."

   Quickly I clicked on favorites and saved the site and then I turned off
my computer sitting there stumped all the way until Paul came home.

   Chapter 4

   As had become custom Jake came home and instantly stripped.  In fact he
was almost naked even before the door finished closing.  "Hi mom." He said
in jubilation.

   "Hi baby boy.  Why so cheery?"

   "Oh mom there is this boy in my class and I always had a thing for him."
He said with a blush and without skipping a beat added.  "Today in the
boy's room he pushed me against the wall and I thought he was going to
punch me or something, but HE KISSED ME!  Right smack dab on the lips HE
KISSED ME!"

   "Oh baby, come here." I smiled honestly happy for him, but then I
remembered our dilemma.  "Baby, listen...  I'm happy for you I really am,
but remember we talked about doing things with anyone outside the house for
now.  We really need to keep a low profile for a while till we know what
we're going to do."

   The look on his face was like I had to tell him his dog died and my
heart broke for him, it really did.  "But mom he really likes me and I like
him...  a lot!"

   "I'm sure you do." Then I calmed down even more and asked.  "So tell me
what happened.  Were you alone when this happened, or were there other kids
in the restroom?"

   He shuffled around a little bit and said.  "Well we were alone at first.
I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of class and so did he."

   "Yeah?"

   "Well that's when he did that and..."

   "And what?"

   "Well it's not like when you were a kid mom.  It's okay to be gay and
he's out to everyone even his mom and dad."

   "That's nice for him, but."

   "No mom seriously...  Well, I'm out too.  I mean I have been at school
to some of my friends, but not all."

   "What are you trying to tell me?" I asked.

   "Well when we were kissing...  Mr.  Anderson came in and caught us."

   "Mr.  Anderson the principal?"

   "Yeah."

   "What did he say?" I asked getting queasy.

   "He said that it's okay that we kissed, but to keep it at home just like
the other boys and girls have to do.  He said there's a gay student support
group after school on Wednesdays and if we wanted to join that, that it
might be a good idea, but no more kissing in school.  He was real nice
about it though."

   "Hmm.  That sounds real nice" I said.  "Tell me Jake have you had sex
with other boys in school?"

   He blushed and said.  "Yes." Then he added with a pleading whine.  "I
can't help it."

   I did suspect that Jake was doing things with other boys from school.  I
sort of figured that out the day I found his video collection and from the
way he left the school bus that day, but I never knew how much of a dick
whore he really was.  We do want him to be gay, but the situation we're in
calls for some degree of discretion.  This was something I needed to talk
to Paul about as well, but for now I knew I needed to be supportive of
Jake.

   "Okay baby.  Tell mommy about this boy." I tried hard to make it sound
like I was asking a straight boy about a girl he liked.

   Then his eyes light up not just because he wasn't in trouble, but
because I could tell he really was bursting at the seams with excitement.
He sat his naked little butt on the chair next to me and just started
rambling on and on.  "Oh mom, he's so cute!  His name is Joey Carlton and
he's really smart too.  He has dark brown hair and brown eyes.  He wears
glasses that look real good on him.  He has braces, OH!  and I haven't seen
it yet, but I just know he's got to have a huge dick because his zipper
really sticks out!"

   "Jake!" I laughed.

   "Sorry." He giggled.

   "No it's ok, I just wasn't expecting it.  Swearing is still not allowed
in school; right?"

   "Oh yeah no, I don't say those words in school, but mom I just soooooo
like him!"

   "Go on."

   "Well when he pushed me against the wall he looked at me sort of strange
like and I was like scared and all that, but he kissed me really fast; you
know?"

   "Yeah."

   "Then he kissed me again and this time he kissed me like dad kisses you;
with his tongue you know?"

   "Oh yes.  I know."

   "Then he said I love you."

   "He said he loves you?"

   "He did I swear!"

   "Jake." I said taking a deep breath.  "I think we should meet this boy."

   "But mom what about; you know."

   "Well I think we can open the drapes just this once for you and besides
my plants are dying.  Don't worry.  We won't embarrass you."

   "Oh mom!" He almost screamed.  "Thank you.  Thank you so much!  Can we
have him over for dinner?"

   "Sure.  I think that would be nice sometime.  Now go do your homework."

   "Thanks mom." He said again with a hug and a kiss on my cheek.

   It was as Jake ran upstairs when the older two came home and just like
Jake they shucked their clothes in the foyer.  "Hi mom." They both said and
carried their clothes with them up the stairs.  I could tell by Steven's
boner they had pre-set plans, so I left them to it.

   "Hi kids." I said to a now empty staircase.

   I had been so engrossed in my computer research and chatting with FAMDAD
and then with Jake that I had completely forgotten about dinner, so I
decided to order pizza.  I yelled upstairs.  "Hey kids; what sort of pizza
do you want?"

   "Pepperoni!" Steve yelled.

   "Cheese!" Stacy followed.

   "I don't care." Came Jake's answer followed by.  "As long as it's deep
dish!"

   I picked up the phone, called our local pizzeria and ordered one medium
pepperoni, one medium cheese and one large deep dish garbage pizza (no
anchovies of course).  I know it's a lot of food, but I'm a mom who knows
her kids and there's nothing better than cold pizza for breakfast.  Next I
yelled up to the kids that I ordered pizza and told them they needed to get
dressed.

   "Oh mom!" They all groaned.

   "You know the rules!" There was no response.  I thought how ironic; how
many kids complain about pizza being delivered?

   Soon Paul came home and I heard myself gasp at the sight of a clean
husband.  For once he came home looking as clean as when he left.  He
smiled at me and started to get undressed at the kitchen door, but I
stopped him.  "Sorry hon pizza's on its way."

   He had just kicked out of his shoes, had almost ripped out of his shirt
with his tie only loosely undone and was hoisting out of his T-shirt when
he froze.  "Seriously?" he asked in disappointed shock.

   I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck for a kiss and
instantly as I pressed my body to his I could feel why he was so
disappointed and clean for that matter.  "I'm sorry if I messed up your
plans." I said as I grasped his raging boner through his slacks.

   Then he gave me a sheepish grin and said.  "I even took Viagra to keep
up tonight."

   "Since when do you need Viagra tiger?" I giggled.

   Then he made a head motion indicating upstairs.  "Now what am I going to
do with this?"

   "Don't worry baby, anticipation is good for the soul.  Besides the pizza
man isn't staying for dinner."

   "Alright, but as soon as he leaves I need to get out of these clothes.
My dick is killing me."

   "Where did you get Viagra anyway?  Don't you need a prescription for
that?"

   "Well..." He blushed.  "Frank at work noticed I was looking pretty
ragged and joked that you must be keeping me busy lately.  I said; you have
no idea.  Then he slipped me a couple of pills."

   I looked at him suspiciously and asked.  "How did he know?"

   He shrugged and simply said.  "It's a guy thing." After a moment more he
winced in pain as I continued to toy with his throbbing hard cock and
added. "Actually I took two."

   "You took two?" I jolted.  "Well two pills aren't so bad I guess."

   "Yeah, but I didn't just take two pills." He said using his thumb and
forefinger indicating tiny pills.  "I took two, fifty milligram tablets."
Then he widened the gap between his thumb and forefinger

   "You took a hundred milligrams of Viagra?  Have you lost your mind?"

   He took a breath to speak, but as he did so the doorbell rang.  I rushed
to the door and grabbing the money I already had counted out on the end
table.  I quickly opened the door and practically shoved the money in the
front pocket of the surprised teenager's pants (who frankly looked
delicious himself by the way) and barked out.  "Keep the change." Then I
ripped open the insulated pizza bag and yanked out the boxes slamming the
door in the poor boy's face.  I did feel bad about that.

   "Okay strip." I ordered Paul.

   "Kids pizza's here!" I yelled.  "Get out of your clothes and get down
here; we've got work to do!"

   "But you just told us to get dressed." Steven huffed.

   "Never mind that get down here!"

   I rushed the hot boxes to the kitchen and set them side by side on the
island counter.  Meanwhile Paul had completely stripped and the kids who
were already naked came running into the kitchen.  Steven's newly softening
dick glimmered with moisture indicating he had just finished with whatever
and whomever he had just done.

   Now with everyone in the kitchen and Paul and I standing on the far side
of the counter passing out plates and sodas the doorbell rang.  We looked
around in shock.  Since I was still dressed I started to head to the door
to find out who that could possibly be and send them off, but Jake quickly
ran off chirping with excitement.  "I'll get it."

   "Jake no!" I yelled, but it was too late.  Seconds later he returned
followed closely by a very studious and well kempt looking young boy who
even at a mere second's glance looked unfazed by the naked spectacle before
him.

   "Mom." Jake said as proud as you please.  "This is Joey.  The one I was
telling you about."

   Forgetting that I was the only one dressed I quickly flipped a pizza box
lit up in a vain attempt to cover my breasts, but it wasn't quite high
enough even if I had been naked.  I couldn't speak.  I was furious with
Jake, embarrassed by the fact that my family was naked in front of a
complete stranger and humiliated for Paul with his raging hard-on all at
the same time.

   Then Jake looked at me totally confused and said as innocently as you
can imagine a ten-year-old might.  "You said I could invite him over for
dinner."

   "I did do that." I responded in dismay with Paul glaring at me. 
"But..."

   "Oh cool." Joey said and instantly started to strip out of his Polo
shirt.  "We're nudists too." Then he neatly folded it, walked into the
living room and set his folded shirt neatly on the couch cushion.

   As he finished getting undressed I whispered my discomfort to Jake. 
"Why didn't you tell us he was coming today?"

   "I asked you if he could." He reminded me.

   "I said sometime!" I hissed.

   "This is sometime." He hissed back rolling his eyes more confused than I
was angry.  "You also said you wouldn't embarrass me too; remember?"

   Before I could respond the boy Joey had returned to the kitchen to stand
naked next to Jake on the other side of the island and just as coy as you
please glanced over the open pizza boxes on display trying to decide what
kind he wanted.

   I will say though that Jake was right, he was adorable and his dick had
to be at least as big as Jake's older brother even though it was as bald as
a baby's butt.  Still, there was something about him.  I just knew I had
seen him before, but I also knew it was never in person.  For some reason I
kept picturing him on TV or perhaps in a movie.  He had really straight
dark brown hair with bangs that hung low over his eyebrows, but neatly
trimmed so they didn't impede his vision.  In fact he had a perfect
Dutch-boy haircut.  He was small too.  He looked at least two years younger
than Jake and I wondered how someone so small could pin Jake against a wall
even for a kiss.  He did wear wire rimmed aviator glasses which looked a
little too large for his small face and he did have braces, but the two
complimented his face more like jewelry than necessary hardware.

   All the while I kept mentally trying to place this kid.  Where did I see
him before?  I ran through all the movies and TV shows I could think of. 
Was it ET?  No.  Was it Home Improvement even as an extra?  No.

   He picked up a plate and with a starving face reached for a slice of
garbage pizza while we all stood stone cold stunned.  He slid a slice onto
his plate and then glanced up probably wondering why we were all staring at
him.

   "Oh." He said as if he was being absentmindedly rude.  "Let me get that
for you sir." He then picked up a paper napkin from the pile on the counter
and stepped around the island headed for my husband.  When he got in front
of him and gently wiped the dripping ooze of pre-cum from Paul's throbbing
cock slit and raced back to his place next to Jake.

   "Um....  Thank you." Paul stammered not knowing what else to say.

   "No problem." The boy said and then turned to Jake.  "You got
PlayStation?"

   "Yeah." He answered just as casually as his young friend, "but I like
World of War-craft better.  Ever play?"

   "My character's name is Beltak." He answered.

   ""You're Beltak?" Jake gasped as if he knew exactly the character he was
talking about.  "I'm Kaliqu!"

   "No way!" Joey gasped with excitement.

   "Yeah!" Then they both laughed and with their plates and drinks in hand
headed to the dining room table chattering up a storm in illegible middle
Earth techno talk of mystical dragons and quests of heroic bravery.

   "What's going on?" Paul jolted in a sharp whisper.

   "Joey is Jake's new boyfriend." I answered.  "Don't worry about it."

   "Don't worry about it?" He screamed under his breath.  "I've got a
Viagra induced boner from hell; and you tell me not to worry about it?"

   "Next time call if you're coming home with company." I giggled and took
my own plate and glass of root beer to the table.

   Steven added insult to injury by walking up to Paul with an evil grin.
"Yeah dad...  jeeze!" Then he laid a paper napkin over his dad's erect pole
like it was a clothes hook or something.  "Here, hold this for me."

   Paul just stood there for several seconds looking like Jerry Lewis in
The Nutty Professor.  Eventually he came to the table and sat rather
uncomfortably in his seat.  "So ummm."

   "Joey." I reminded him.

   "Joey.  When did you and Jake um."

   "Today in the boy's room." I again answered him.

   "Today...  in the boy's room..." He paused pondering the strange answer.
"I see." While in fact he didn't.

   "Yes sir." Joey finally responded.  "It took me a long time to get the
nerve to, but I couldn't stop myself."

   "Did you see the look on Mr.  Anderson's face?" Jake giggled.

   "Thought he was going to faint." Joey laughed almost spitting out his
mouthful of pizza.  Then he looked down at my husband's now purple cock
head and said.  "You really should take care of that sir."

   "Well I um." Paul stammered lost in his embarrassment.

   Finally I took pity on my poor husband and judging by Joey's nonchalant
attitude about the situation I took a chance and admitted his problem.  "He
accidentally took an overdose of Viagra."

   "Oh." Joey nodded.  "I know what to do about that." Then he picked out
an ice cube from his glass with his fingers and put it in his mouth.  He
then collapsed under the table.  In a mere second Paul's face changed from
total shock and surprise to that of udder and undeniable bliss.  I couldn't
see what the boy was doing under there, but judging from Paul's expression
it was working.  In just a few moments Paul had reclined back causing his
oak chair to creak under the strain of his rigid body and then in a gasp of
relief he slowly sat back up.

   Seconds later the young boy climbed back up in his seat grabbing a paper
napkin to wipe Paul's spunk from his young face and glasses and being too
smeared to see through without a good washing he set the glasses down on
the table and looked to Paul for his opinion on how well he handled the
situation, but Paul just sat there with a blank expression.

   "That...  was...  AWESOME!" Steven yelled and roared with laughter.

   "Yes...  It was...  very...  unique." Paul panted in a mixture of
ecstasy and disbelief.

   "Um where did you learn to do that?" I asked the young boy who with his
glasses off looked like a totally different child.  Those glasses really do
make a world of difference.

   He shrugged and said.  "My dad taught me.  One time I took one of my
grandpa's pills and he did that for me."

   "Does your mom know?" I asked.

   "She had to hold me down for my dad because my dick hurt so bad I was
bent over crying."

   "Well..." I hewed my thoughts.  "We'll have to meet your parents."

   "They want to meet you too.  They dropped me off and told me you must be
like us because you keep your drapes shut like we do."

   "Did they?"

   "Yeah, but we put a pillow in my parent's bedroom window so people think
we're Jewish."

   "Jews do that?" I asked.

   "I guess." He shrugged and took another bite of his pizza.

   "Why aren't you nude?" He asked me.

   "Oh I had so much to do today and because I had to order the pizza I
just haven't had time to get undressed." I answered.

   "Oh."

   "So your family is nudist?" I asked.

   "Yeah grandpa never allows clothes inside the house."

   "You live with your grandparents?"

   "Yes because dad can't get a job."

   "Oh I'm sorry."

   Again the boy shrugged.  "It's ok, grandpa don't want us moving out
anyway."

   "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Stacy asked.

   "No it's just me." He answered.  "But I wish I did."

   It was more than obvious that his family was like ours, but I wasn't
sure just how much like us they were.  They could be the social support
that we've been searching for, or they could spell trouble.  Only meeting
them would tell for sure.

   One thing was for sure, we all felt more comfortable being around this
boy and by the end of dinner we were laughing, joking and carrying on like
we normally do while dressed.  He just seemed to fit in our house like he
belongs here.  Eventually dinner was finished and the kids including Joey
collected the dishes and cleaned the kitchen up filling one box up with the
remaining slices from the other two.

   While they were doing that I filled Paul in on all the missing parts as
to how the boys got together and why he showed up and he filled me in on
that amazing blowjob the boy gave him.

   "You wouldn't believe it." He said as if he had seen a magic show.  "The
kid had this ice cube in his mouth and still managed to deep throat my cock
like it was nothing.  The mixture of cold and hot was something I can't
explain.  And the little fucker hummed too.  He actually gave me an ice
hummer!"

   "God that sounds hot." I cooed.

   Suddenly Jake came in and asked.  "Can joey spend the night mom?"

   "Since its Friday I don't see why not.  You better call his parents
though."

   Before Jake could even make a move Paul stopped him and said.  "No wait.
Get them on the phone and let me talk to them."

   Jake picked up the receiver of our cordless landline and handed it to
Joey who dialed his parents.  "Mom?  Jake's dad wants to talk to you." He
said and handed the phone over to Paul.

   "Mrs..." He paused looking at Joey to finish with their last name.

   "Carlton." Jake answered.

   "Mrs.  Carlton this is Paul Wheeler Jake's dad and we've invited Joey to
spend the night with us, but..." He paused listening to the woman respond.
"Yes but I wanted to ask if you and your husband would like to come over
for cocktails."

   He listened for an answer and I could tell by the way he looked at me
that the woman was having a conversation with her own husband.

   At this point assuming Joey could in fact spend the night the boys lost
all interest in the phone conversation and headed upstairs to do whatever
they were going to do.

   "That would be great.  Okay then we'll be expecting you in...  an hour?
Okay that sounds wonderful...  Oh no." He jolted with a huge grin.  "You
definitely don't have to worry about overdressing." Again he snickered. 
"Okay then, see you soon."

   "So they're coming over?" I asked.

   "They seemed as excited as we are about the idea."

   "Oh...  by the way." I injected.  "I had a chat with someone online."

   Chapter 5

   After I explained my conversation with FamDad in the alternative family
chat room Paul seemed real excited about the idea of living in such a
community.  "I don't know about joining one that already exists." He said
with some degree of caution.  "But maybe if we get enough from selling this
place we could start one of our own.  We'll have to talk with this guy some
more." Then he looked at me studiously.

   "What?" I asked.

   "I think you better go get ready for our guests."

   I looked myself over well confused and asked.  "What's wrong with the
way I'm dressed?"

   "You're dressed." He smirked.

   "How would I answer the door?  Naked?"

   "You go up and get out of those clothes." He said.  "I'll answer the
door."

   "You know we do have neighbors." I reminded him.

   "Don't worry about it." He said.  "Just go get naked.  Oh, but wear that
new necklace and those earrings I got you."

   "Okay." I perked and headed up the stairs.

   "Ellen." He said when I reached the middle of the staircase.  I turned
around.

   "This is good." He smiled.

   I smiled back.  "Yeah it is." Then I continued up.

   When I reached the top of the stairs I just had to peek in on the kids.
I assumed all the kids would be in the boy's room, but when I inched open
the door all I found was Steven and Stacy laying on the bed cuddling and
kissing.  They didn't see me, so I figured Jake and Joey were in Stacy's
room doing their own thing, which seemed only right to me and I was about
to walk on past to my own room, but curiosity got the better of me, so
again I carefully tried to take a quick peek.  Really; gay sex, especially
with young boys excites the hell out of me.

   After carefully turning the knob I opened the door just enough to see
the two boys locked in a very passionate 69 hungrily nursing each other's
hairless prepubescent dicks.  Joey was on top and his cute little sack
seemed to completely cover Jake's nostrils, but it in no way bothered Jake.
In fact he seemed to love it.  Both of their hands were kneading each
other's pert little asses and it looked so adorable I almost forgot why I
came up in the first place.

   Again I very slowly and carefully closed the door so as not to disturb
them and headed off to my room to get ready for our new guests.  I really
did feel like we were meeting our son's future in-laws and that made me
quiver.

   I went in my room and was about to close the door out of habit, but then
figured that would be ridicules since I would be naked anyway.  I must have
broken a few records stripping out of my jeans and blouse tossing all my
garments in the hamper.  I then went to the mirror to brush my blond hair
and fix my face.

   While I was brushing my hair the doorbell rang and I smiled picturing
how my husband was going to answer the door.  Would he actually answer it
completely naked or would he cover himself somehow?  Oh my; what a thought.

   As I sat at my vanity I could hear the boys going at it and it sounded
like kids do when they wrestle.  There was no yelling or arguing of any
kind, so I imagined they must be lost in pure unbridled lust, the likes of
which I fondly remembered Paul and I used to do when we first started
having sex together.

   As I applied my makeup I literally had to hold my right wrist with my
left hand to keep from shaking and I could feel the cloth seat under me
start to absorb my cunt juices.  I just knew I would have to scrub hard to
remove the stain, but I didn't care.

   After my face was done I struggled with my new diamond earrings, but
managed to get them in and after that I started fussing with the clasp to
my necklace, but a figure of a very beautiful and petite young naked woman
who really looked no older than a teenager came cautiously behind my
reflection.  She couldn't have been much older than eighteen, but even that
was a stretch.  She had long brown hair and brown eyes and I only got a
quick glimpse of it, but her snatch was as bald as a baby's bottom.  With
the exception of her hair and pert breasts she was the spitting image of
Joey.

   "Ellen?" Her soft voice spoke as she drew closer behind me.

   "Oh hi." I eagerly greeted her.  "You must me Mrs.  Carlton?"

   "Beth." She said and I was about to stand up, but she gently held my
shoulders down.  "Let me help you with that." Then she took the necklace
from my shaky hands and affixed the tiny clasp.

   She helped me swivel my chair around and looked at me so peacefully. 
"You're so beautiful." She said with a gasp.

   I blushed and rose to my feet holding both of her hands.  "Oh my god you
look like a high school student.  You're so young and pretty!" Then I
pulled her in for a tight hug and kissed her on the cheek.  "I'm so happy
to meet you." She actually felt comfortable in my arms and I didn't want to
release her, but I had to pull away to feast my eyes on her again.

   "I've heard so much about your son." She glowed with excitement. 
"Joey's been talking about him for so long now."

   I giggled and said.  "Today was the first I've heard of Joey.  Jake said
he's always had a crush on Joey, but never had the nerve to do anything
about it.  I think Jake never felt he would be good enough for him or
something."

   She laughed and said.  "That's exactly what Joey has always been saying
about Jake.  We kept telling him to get closer to him as a friend, but he
always says he's a geek and Jake is so popular."

   "A geek?" I asked in shock.  "He's adorable!"

   "That's what we keep telling him!"

   "Kids!" We both exclaimed in humorous frustration.

   "Look at you." I hummed in pure lust.  "You're so young!  You don't look
old enough to have a son of his age."

   "Well I had him when I was twelve." She blushed.

   I just stood there softly shaking my head and she started to look
worried I might react badly, but that's not what I was thinking at all. 
"God that's hot!" I said with a real shiver.

   "You think so?" She asked in dismay.

   "Oh god yes!" I hissed.

   "Oh that's a relief." She exhaled.  "You have no idea how people judge
us; especially in this town."

   "Why would people judge you?" I asked confused.  "I see tons of pregnant
teenagers walking around this town.  I never noticed anyone being
critical...  Not these days anyway."

   "Well you might change your mind when you see Joey's dad."

   "Why?" I asked confused.

   "Because..." She said hanging her head.  "Joey's dad is my twin
brother."

   At that I burst out laughing which really must have embarrassed her
because her shoulders slunk.  "Come with me." I said pulling her down the
hall by her hand.  I flung open the boy's room and stood aside so she could
see Steven and Stacy still cuddling naked like lovers blissfully watching
TV together.

   "Stacy...  Steven.  This is Joey's mom Beth."

   "Hi Beth."

   "Hi Beth." They both responded more interested in the program they were
watching than our new company.

   I could see the weight lift from her shoulders and she perked up right
away.  "Oh I'm so happy to meet both of you!" She then turned to me and
added.  "You have no idea how glad I am to meet ALL of you!" Again we
hugged.

   "Come." I said holding her hand and guided her down the stairs.

   When we reached the living room our guys were already lounged back in
our reclining love seat drinking beer and watching NASCAR.  They were so
engrossed in the event that they didn't even notice we were there.  To be
fair we were slightly out of their peripheral vision.  However I had an
unobstructed view of Beth's brother's completely hairless body.  His
circumcised dick lay flopped on the left side of his bloated looking sack.
I say that because even though I knew he had to have some massive balls
nestled in there somewhere his sack was wrinkle free and billowed showing
no sign of them.

   His body was slender and small like his son and again looked no older
than possibly sixteen.  He actually looked young enough to date my own
daughter without raising any eyebrows, although technically Paul; when
freshly shaven could still pass as a twink himself.  He is after all only
twenty-seven and judging side by side comparison of them I would also say
that they could pass as fast and long friends.  Honestly though, I was
thankful that their attention was drawn away because it gave me a chance to
look our new male guest over.

   Only after a commercial came on did they turn to find us standing there.
"Oh we didn't see you standing there." Paul said as they rose to their
feet.

   "Ellen..." Beth said.  "This is Bert."

   "Hello Bert." I said as he gently clasped my fingers.

   "Nice to meet you Ellen."

   I know Paul is six foot, two inches tall and had to tower over Bert by a
good six inches, but he in no way could be considered scrawny.  Again Joey
was the spitting image of both his parents, though his dad's hair was
spiked and highlighted betraying his youth even more.

   Both of them were holding a bottle of Bud and I guess Paul thought that
I thought he was being rude.  "Oh don't worry." He said.  "I did offer Beth
a drink, but she declined.

   The truth is that I wasn't looking at the beer in Bert's hand.  I was
still fixated on his dick which had started to chub up slightly.  I figured
when fully hard the damn thing would easily overtake Paul's in girth and
length, but time; seconds really, would tell.

   "Yes." Beth acknowledged.  "He did, but I have a feeling I'm pregnant
and we do want another baby, but we've had to be careful because people
didn't react well when Joey was born.  The rumor mill in this town is
horrible."

   I looked back at Beth and saw no signs of any sort of swelling in her
taught supple tummy.  "Oh I hope you are." I said.

   She coiled in a tight fisted cheerleader excitement and said.  "We do
too."

   "IF...  I can get a job." Bert added.

   Still concentrating on Bert's ever growing cock, Paul lurched with a
polite.  "Oh I'm sorry Ellen.  Do you want a beer?"

   "Yes I think I do." I answered more to get Paul out of the room than my
thirst for beer.  Then I thought better of the idea and said.  "Make it a
glass of wine; would you hon?"

   "You got it." He answered not knowing that I had recently rearranged the
kitchen and I knew it would take him some time to find the cork screw.

   "So..." I swayed in a cat like swirl around him.  "Have you two ever
messed around with other people?"

   That's when Bert's cock lurched up to a diving board like straightness.
"I had a girlfriend in the 6th grade before I knew Beth was pregnant, but
Beth hasn't."

   "Well that's not entirely true." Beth retorted.  "We've, both been with
same sex partners"

   "Paul and I have too.  Well, we have been to swing parties and Paul
frequents the local gay scene.  He goes to gay bars and book stores and the
like." I said almost dancing around Bert like he was a stripper pole while
keeping a respectful distance and never touching him.  I really don't know
what came over me, but neither of them seemed to mind.  I felt like a whore
though.

   "We've talked about swinging." Beth said.  "But dad wants us to keep a
low profile."

   Once again my attention was brought to Beth's loveliness.  She really
was breathtaking.  I did a sort of figure eight sway back over to Beth and
feather touched her chin with the back of my fingers.  "You're both so
beautiful.  I could eat you both up...  and out." I purred.

   "I can't find the cork screw!" Paul yelled.

   Realizing I may have been pushing my spontaneous agenda a bit too much I
was thankful Paul's voice broke my concentration on our guests, so I shook
it off and answered.  "It's in the far left drawer hon!"

   Seconds later he responded with.  "Found it!"

   That's when Paul came back into the room holding my glass of wine and
sporting another boner from hell, but what I noticed more was Bert's
reaction to seeing Paul.  His cock made a distinctive leap to a very stiff
40 degree angle and instantly started oozing pre-cum down his shaft till it
dripped from his firm hairless scrotum.  It was obvious at that point that
Bert was far more interested in men than women.

   I knew Paul had a thing for guys, but I also knew he leaned a little
more towards women on the sliding scale aspect.

   "Bert's even been in gay videos." Beth said as if finishing her point.

   "You have too." Bert reminded Beth.

   "I thought I recognized you!" Paul responded now starry-eyed.  "I saw
you in Jake's collection!" Then he turned to me.  "He was the boy who
sucked that huge cock with all that cum oozing out of his mouth."

   "Oh yeah!" I burst out.  "You were a lot younger though."

   "Whose dick was that?" Paul asked in awe.

   "I don't know.  It could have been our dad." He answered with a slight
blush and yet with a larger degree of pride.

   Then it hit me.  "That's where I've seen Joey before!" I jolted with a
snap of my fingers.  "It's just that he looks so much like you is why I
couldn't quite place him!"

   "Yeah, well Joey's out there on the internet too.  Dad's been recording
us forever." Beth added.  "In fact he recorded the day I got pregnant with
Joey.  We grew up thinking every family was like us, but eventually we
figured out that we were different because mom and dad taught us not to
talk about our home life with anybody."

   "It's a shame society has to be like that." I said.  "But aren't you
afraid someone will recognize you?"

   Bert shrugged and said.  "We figure anyone who does wouldn't be telling
the cops.  It would be like a car thief reporting his stolen car was
stolen. Like we said, we've learned to keep a low profile."

   All the while as we talked we remained standing and eventually we
unknowingly wandered into the kitchen constantly replenishing our drinks
and with the exception of Beth we were well on our way to being tipsy. 
Also just as casually Bert and Paul drew closer together, just as Beth and
I had.  We were at this point standing side by side with skin touching, but
nothing really sexual until for some reason we all turned to find our four
kids standing at the kitchen door with huge grins on their faces.

   "What do you kids want?" I asked.

   "We're waiting for the show." Steven answered snidely.

   "Yeah." Stacy nodded in agreement.  "We've put on a show for you guys.
It's our turn."

   Jake and Joey just giggled and nodded in agreement, then they
quick-stepped over to their fathers.  Jake grabbed Paul's wrist and guided
it to Bert's dick and Joey did the same with Bert.  Then they stepped back
and watched as the guys now gazing in each other's eyes finally gave into
temptation and moved in for a very passionate kiss.

   Beth and I took the cue and at the same time we started playing with
each other's breasts and kissing while the kids stepped back and watched
on.

   It was at this point from the corner of my eyes I noticed that Steven
was passing out beers to the other kids, but I really had no objections and
because I was so content with what I was doing, I had no real opinion on
the matter either.  It only passed over my mind as a whim that even if
Steven had gotten Stacy pregnant, at this point it would be a free floating
fertilized egg and nothing more.

   There was no urge to move to someplace more comfortable.  We were so
enthralled with lust, that we were quite comfortable performing in the
kitchen even with four sets of young eyes watching on, which by the way
made what we were doing all the more exciting.

   Still standing Beth and I were in a full on open mouthed, tongue locked
embrace with breasts mashing together and I had a great view of Bert now on
his knees hungrily devouring Paul's cock.  It was a mirror image of the
very video of Bert's younger self only his mouth wasn't so outstretched and
Paul's cock wasn't quite as massive.  Then again Bert wasn't as small as he
was then.  Still my thirst for gay sex and witnessing it right before my
own eyes drove me to wild excess with Beth.  I felt myself go out of
control with lust and I freely allowed it.  It had been a long time since
I've been with a woman and damn it I was going to enjoy it without
reservations.

   With the kids looking on I reached my right hand down and using my
middle finger I started toying with Beth's clit and with my left hand I
gripped her right breast fully palming it like a soft ball and started
soothing it.  I bent down to lick and suck on her right nipple I even
nibbled on it harmlessly with my teeth.  All the while we both hummed and
moaned expressing our delight.

   No longer could I see Paul and Bert, but I didn't care.  I was too
engrossed in what I was doing to care about them.  I did hear Bert slurping
as Paul gasped in ecstasy.

   After doing a little nursing of my own I slithered down Beth's small
frame licking every inch of the way.  I stopped briefly and let my tongue
dip in her bellybutton, but that didn't really do anything for me, so I
continued downward.  I lapped at the juncture between both of her legs and
her cunt never really touching it yet and then I inched in towards the
outer edge of her folds, still slow enough to cause great anticipation on
both our parts.

   At this point I could smell her lust as crisp and clear as I could smell
a fully bloomed rose just an inch away from my nose.  When I decided to
delve into her hairless snatch I sat Indian style between her outstretched
legs and in perfect unison we lowered till I was on the floor flat on my
back and she was straddling my face with my chin neatly nestled in her
moist opening and my tongue darting in, out and in circles and I felt her
finger probing my own cunt having no problem locating my clit and we both
shivered and convulsed in our orgasms.  It was amazing, but we were far
from finished.

   I was much focused on Beth's youthful cunt, but then she scooted back
just a few inches and sat more upright and in moments I understood why. 
She had invited Stacy to join her in squatting over my head.  My eyes
rolled up to find Stacy spread her smaller legs over Beth's lap and lowered
till I couldn't quite focus in on her now dividing folds and her asshole.
As she lowered a tiny droplet fell on the tip of my nose.  I didn't mind
that so much.  At first I thought it was her natural juices, but then it
was like a faucet opened and a copious amount of my young son's excess
sperm was released by gravity.

   I know enough about the male reproduction system to know that the
average male ejaculation is only about two tablespoons, so my curiosity was
peeked when the damn was released and it was like the fountain of youth
spewed forth and almost filled my open mouth to overflowing.  Either the
kid shoots buckets of cum or he had fucked his sister several times since
they got home from school.  They weren't fucking when I peeked in on them,
but they could have just taken a break.  In any event I wasn't going to
pass on this opportunity.  I hungrily swallowed every drop I was offered
and my neck grew sore from maneuvering between too delicious young pussies.

   It's funny how I keep thinking of Beth as young when in fact I'm not
that much older than she is.  It doesn't matter to me though because I
realize now that I can classify myself as a pedophile, but oh well; I can
live with that title.

   Suddenly I went into another orgasm and threw myself into the task at
hand and that was to feast on these lovely young cunts and I did.  By the
time they climbed off of me my face was soaked in both of their juices and
I loved every slobbery ounce of it.  When the girls were off of me the boys
Jake and Joey grabbed a leg each and hoisted them up.  Beth instructed Jake
and Joey to hold an ankle while Beth and Stacy took turns eating me out. 
Oh that was a thrill!  It was as if Stacy was getting lessons from a real
pro and all the while I had an ant's eye view of two pre-teen completely
hairless boners on either side of my head.  One of them was a little longer
than the other, but both were simply beautiful to look at.

   That's when it happened.  I can't explain what happened to me.  I knew
it was another climax, but it was different than any I had ever experienced
before.  I wasn't convulsing in a violent earth shattering climax, no this
time it was as if the tingling deep inside me grew and grew and it was like
it would never end.  I heard myself screeching out in pure ecstasy and like
the feeling I was getting it grew louder and louder till tears of pleasure
rolled down the sides of my temples.  It felt so good I actually cried and
then it was over, unlike how it had started.  It was like two forces
pulling on a rope until the rope finally couldn't take anymore and it just
simply snapped.

   My legs were released and when the boys stepped aside I found Frank
bending over me with a look of great concern.  "Are you alright?"

   "Oh yes." I cooed.  "I'm fine."

   "What the hell was that?"

   "I came...  I think." I panted.

   "You never came like that for me."

   I smiled what I knew to be the most evil grin that I had ever given and
answered unashamedly.  "You're right."

   Only now I started feeling the side effects of that unusual orgasm, or
whatever it was.  My outstretched legs were aching as I slowly lowered
them. My back hurt like hell.  It felt like my shoulder blades had dented
the Mexican tile and my neck was stiff as a board.  Even my jaw ached and I
was sure if my teeth had muscles they would hurt like hell too.  I thought
to myself that if I never had sex again.  If for some reason I was to find
myself alone that this moment would live on and I would be sexually
satisfied for the rest of my life.

   Chapter 6

   When everyone had calmed down and with everyone still tipsy someone
suggested we go swimming.  We have an above ground pool and by law it has
to have a fence around it, but our fence had small gaps between the planks
of wood, so should anyone look outside they could see if we were skinny
dipping.  Plus it was only the pool that was surrounded by fencing.  There
was a ten foot walk out the back door into the driveway where are detached
garage was and another five or so feet back into the yard just to reach the
fence.  So should we walk out naked we could not only be seen by both side
neighbors, but for a short period of time we would be exposed to the
street.

   On the other hand, it was half past midnight and had now grown very dark
outside.  Stacy and Seven hadn't even heard a yes or no answer when they
ran off and quickly returned holding two bundles of towels.  I had managed
to block anyone from leaving the back door so that I could peek outside
thinking that at midnight our neighbors had to be in bed by now.  I looked
out the door keeping my body inside and stretched my neck to see if there
were any lights still on and there weren't, so I shushed everyone and we
crept quietly out into the open.

   Joey stepped on a stone and yelped, but we managed to make it to the
grass.  Paul opened the gate with a loud squeak and we all shushed him too,
but really there was nothing he could do out that.  Once inside, Joey had a
great idea.  He started hanging towels over the fence.  The towels didn't
hide much, but it was enough so that all anyone could see were from the
knees down.

   Now our only problem was getting into the pool.  We have a step ladder
which hangs over the side and once at the top we would again be exposed. 
It was scary and yet very exciting.  I almost wished someone would look
outside and see what we were up to, but in this neighborhood that wouldn't
be wise.

   One by one we each made it into the pool, but the water was
breathtakingly cold, so we each gasped in shock and then giggled like
children who had snatched their father's porn collection, but then we were
free to splash about a bit and have some fun.

   The kids loved it and we adults huddled near the ladder of the round
pool where unknown to me Paul had snuck out a bottle of Jack Denial's and
had set it on a rung of the ladder, so we three who weren't possibly
pregnant started sharing it.  I could tell that Beth wanted some of it, but
I admired how stubborn she was about keeping clean throughout her
pregnancy.

   As the kids played all the while under our shushing trying to keep it
down to a dull roar we started to talk.  Paul and I agreed we liked the
Carlton's; we really did and not just as friends.  It was as if we had
already bonded as family and they agreed as well.

   We explained that we were considering selling the house and moving out
of town, but they had reservations.  Not only would Bert have no job, but
they had a strong bond with their own parents.

   "Well..." I sparked with an idea.  "I met someone online and he told me
of a special community they live in.  They are mostly self-sufficient and I
don't know how that works, but I'm sure we could grow vegetables or
something to sell and Paul is great at fixing machines, that way we would
all have jobs."

   "That's right." Paul agreed.  "All we would need is a few acres of
secluded land somewhere and that way even your parents could move in."

   They each thought for a moment and Bert said.  "That would be great, but
would we all live in the same house?"

   "I don't see why not." I responded.

   "It would have to be a big house then." Beth chimed in.

   "Not really." Paul snickered.  "What have we got to hide?  Sure we would
need some space, but your parents sound pretty liberated to me and that's
exactly what Ellen and I want."

   "Yeah the guy I talked to on the internet said it's really hard to get
in a place like his with security and all, but we don't have to worry about
that.  We already have our own alternative family community.  All we need
is a place to put them." I added and took another swig of JD.

   Suddenly all the kids seemed to surround us.  "What are you guys talking
about?"

   "How would you kids like to move someplace where all of us could live
together and be who we are without fear or worries?" I asked them.

   "Yeah!" They all burst out with excitement and the dogs in the
neighborhood started barking and neighbors lights started to turn on.

   "Hey what's going on out there?" Old Mr.  Johnson yelled out his bedroom
window.

   "We're just having a swim." Paul yelled back.

   "Well keep it down out there!  Some of us have to work in the morning."

   "Tomorrow's Saturday, dumbass!" Paul yelled back.  "And every Saturday
morning you wake me up with that damn lawn mower of yours, so shut the fuck
up!"

   "Paul!" I laughed in shock slapping him on his shoulder because he never
talks that way to anyone, but it did do the job.  The old man scowled and
closed his window and then turned his light off.

   "So it's a plan then?" Paul asked the twins.

   They looked at each other and smiling widely and then they nodded. 
"Yes." They said in unison.

   This story could end here, but if you feel you want more then add this
title to the ASSTR reader's recommendations.