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Well, here you have it.  Chapter 1-15.  Of course more will follow.  I
will post every 10 chapters or so, but you can always find the latest
chapters on my page at http://www.mediaport.org/~cool1/damaster.html

Thank you all for your compliments (over 100 in less than a week !)
and suggestions, and by all means, keep them coming at
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And now, sit back and enjoy ..

DaMaSTeR


"Mary Jane's Boys" by DaMaSTeR (m+/F, con, inc, pedo, mom/son(s))


Chapter 1 - Pondering Thoughts (No sex)

Mary Jane was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee and
smoking a camel.  Her mind wasn't there though.. It was miles away,
pondering over what she had been feeling lately.  Her husband used to
beat the crap out of her, but now - thankfully - he had dumped her for
some young slut he picked up in a bar.  Good riddance, she thought to
herself as she took another sip.  The bad thing though, was that she
had no real man in her life anymore.  She hated that.  She had always
been very sexual and had enjoyed the sex she got from her

husband, even after he had beaten her up.  Still she didn't wanna get
hit by him anymore so she had been looking for a new man.  First at
work - she was a waitress, not the best of jobs, but a fair and honest
living
- but it seemed like there wasn't a decent man in the world anymore,
  and she'd be damned if she'd let herself get involved with yet
another asshole.

A few days ago she had a thought though, which at the time she
immediately erased from her mind. It was too sick to even think about
it.... THEN.  Now she wasn't so sure..  She lifted her head and looked
at the picture on the wall.  God, how big they've become..  Her four
sons were staring back from the framed picture.  Jimmy, the oldest at
15, had a devilish grin. She had a feeling he was not a virgin
anymore, but she didn't care.  She lost her virginity at 13 and she
never regretted it. She was glad to see he was taking precautions
though - she found a stack of condoms in his sock drawer the other day
- because she didn't want him to knock some poor girl up like she had
  been at 15.  She was 30 now and still very attractive.  Long blond
hair, deep blue eyes and a body Pamela Anderson would be jealous of.

Her eyes moved to the second kid in the picture; Andrew.  He was 14
and a bit of a handful.  He was going through a bad puberty phase and
his temper was starting to be a problem.. Maybe he takes after his old
man, she thought to herself, hoping herself wrong.  He had a cute face
though and he could be very sweet if he had a good day.

Next was Brad.  At 12 he looked so innocent, which of course he
wasn't.  Like all her boys he had a stack of dirty magazines hidden
under the mattrass - a stack she had recently been reading quite
regularly,  masturbating to it in her own bedroom, and that of her
boys when they were in school.

Finally the youngest, Tim.  He really WAS innocent.  He was also the
most beautiful 10 year old in the world to her.  He had a heart of
gold and for his age he was extremely smart.  But which one would she
pick ?  Their names rung through her head again and again.. "Jimmy...
Andrew...  Brad... Tim..." She had been thinking about this for days
but had no idea how to go about having sex with her own son.  Finally
she decided that Jimmy would probably be the best choice, him being
the eldest.  She just wondered if he could satisfy her needs, and
even, if he would be interested...

She pondered this some more and finally decided to drop the idea for
the time being. He would be home soon and she still had dinner to
prepare...



Chapter 2  -  Late Night TV (masturbation/incest/pedo)

It had turned dark and the kids were in bed.  Mary Jane was still up
though, wearing her robe and watching Letterman, laughing at his daily
top ten, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.  She turned around to
find her youngest son Tim crying.  He looked so helpless in just his
underwear and his cheeks wet from tears.  "What's wrong honey ?"  she
asked.  "I had a bad dream mommy, can I stay here with you for awhile
?" She loved all her sons to death and couldn't bare to see her baby
upset.

"Sure honey, come here.." She reached for him as he walked around the
couch and sat down next to her.  Her arm wrapped around him, hugging
and comforting the boy, pulling him close.  He tilted his head,
resting it on her large, firm breast and she gasped as his ear grazed
her nipple.  Her nipples were very sensitive, but she knew she could
do nothing about it, so she looked back at the tv, trying to block out
the feeling of his head against her nipples.

They had been watching for about ten minutes and she couldn't take it
anymore, she had to get him off her chest. So she decided to start
tickeling him, that always worked, plus she knew he liked to play
around like that, so she would be doing both of them a favor.  "Mommy
stooooop" he laughed hysterically as she tickled his side and under
his arms, but she was relentless.  Laughing loud herself she tickled
and tickled some more until finally she saw he was starting to panic.
That was always the time to stop tickling.  She leaned over him.  "I
love you Tim." "I love you too mom," he replied.  She bent down to
kiss his forehead just as he lifted himself to kiss her cheek and
their lips met. She moaned softly and for a minute forgot who she was
kissing.  God her cunt was aching !  She had to get some sort of
satisfaction so she brought down her hips.  Her robe crept up and her
bare cunt landed on her son's leg.  She started rubbing up and down,
humping his leg, their lips still locked and she felt herself lose
control.  Her hand grabbed his head, kissing her son harder, pushing
her tongue againt his teeth until he finally opened his mouth a
little.  She immediately took advantage, thrusting her tongue deep
into his young

mouth.  Tim didn't know what hit him, but it sure felt nice so he
decided to ask her about it later and for now enjoy the ride while it
lasted.  His mother was moaning loudly now, riding his leg faster and
he could feel his leg getting awfully wet.  She lost all control now
and fucked her cunt up and down his leg, stimulation her clit with his
flesh.  Finally she felt herself cumming. Their lips unlocked and
little Timmy fell back on the couch as he watched his mom arch her
back and shake and twist on his lower body. He robe had fallen open
and he couldn't believe what he saw !  Her tits were massive and tight
as a rock.  Her nipples were big and hard and standing straight out.
Mary Jane was still cumming and twitching until finally her orgasm
subsided.  She opened her eyes and look at her little boys' bewildered
face.

"Oh God," she exclaimed. "Oh God what have I done ?" She jumped up and
turned away from her son, closing her robe tightly.  "Go to bed Tim !"
she yelled out.  She wasn't mad at him, just embarassed by what she
had just done.  She had actually gotten off on her own son !   He was
only 10 for God's sake !  "but mom..." he started.  "I said NOW !" she
screamed at her little boy.  Timmy started to cry as he ran up the
stairs to his room.  Mary Jane was shaking now, crying about what she
had done.  How could she ever face her little boy again ??

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Chapter 3  -  Uncomfortable times

The next morning family breakfast wasn't like it usually was.  There
was a dead silence all through breakfast and the boys noticed mom and
Timmy would barely talk.. And barely eat anything.  Brad, who shared a
room with little Tim, had noticed him going downstairs crying, which
was not unusual. He had nightmares all the time, but usually when he
came back up he would be smiling.. Last night he was still crying
however.  Worse even than before he went downstairs.  If his little
brother would still be like this tonight he would just ask him what
was wrong, he thought to himself.  Maybe they had a fight or
something..  Maybe she hit him..

Neither of the three eldest boys knew what to think or make of the
situation, and so they all just remained quiet and at their breakfast
before catching the school bus.  As usual, before the kids left, they
all hugged and kissed mom and said goodbye, except for little Timmy,
who just walked out with tears in his eyes, obviously hurt about his
mother's behaviour the night before.

Mary Jane noticed, but had no idea how to act or react to his tears
and sadness.  Hell, she didn't even know how SHE felt about last night
yet.  All she did know was that she had hurt her boy.  And God how she
loved him. How she loved all four of them..

But what if he develops a trauma ??  Sexual abuse can be very
traumatic for a child, and no doubt what happened last night was
sexual abuse.  As she waved to her sons one last time her eyes started
to water again and as she sank into a chair she cried uncontrollably,
hands in her face.  What the hell was I thinking last night !   He
could be scarred for life..  Hell he could have you locked up if he
wanted to, and he would be right !  What kind of mother would french
kiss her own son, let alone rub her cunt on his leg and cum like a dog
in heat ?!  She knew she had to talk to her boy about it, apoligize to
him and beg for his forgiveness, but she knew things would never be
the same.  She had ruined her relationship with her son, and maybe all
of them.  She would never live down the shame and guilt, but she did
make a vow to

herself right then and there.  She would do anything to make him happy
again.. No matter what the cost.

If he wanted a new bike he would get it, if he wanted more allowance
she would give it to him.. Anything to turn him back into the smiling,
playful kid he was before last night's episode.

She would even give him his dad's computer tonight.  She knew that
even at 10 he knew how to use it, and his dad wasn't gonna use it
anymore anyway, plus he had asked her several times if he could have
it.  In fact, she would hook it up in his room right now as a surprise
for when he got home..

She got up, walked to the sink with her new thoughts and splashed some
water in her face, wiping her tears away.  She would make it up to
him, that's for damn sure, and never again would she get so carried
away..  She just hoped he hadn't told his brothers about it.......


---------

"Mary Jane's Boys" - by DaMaSTeR

Chapter 4  -  Lunch break

"I'm telling you I saw her tits !"  Tim said to his brother Brad in
the school cafeteria.  The were sitting in a secluded table in the far
corner across from eachother, whispering so noone would hear.  They
were in the same school, just different grades and it was obvious Brad
was uncomfortable sitting with a kid two grades below his.  That was
probably the most uncool thing to do.  But his brother had insisted on
speaking with him, so finally he gave in.  "and she was kissing me and
sitting on my leg and everything !" "Shut up, dillwad," his brother
replied. He clearly didn't believe his brother.  "you just had a wet
dream you little pervert.." "I'm telling you, Brad, it was real," Tim
insisted, "and by the way, YOU'RE the pervert.. I've seen those
magazines you keep under your mattrass." "So ??   I'm not the one
having wet dreams about mom's tits.. That's sick man, you need help !"
"I'm telling you the truth moron,  she had her pussy on my leg and
everything !  and then she started to shake and she got up and started
yelling at me !" "If you don't shut up now, I'm gonna tell mom about
this.  God you're sick, now leave me alone." Brad got up and walked to
his friends on the other table, leaving Tim by himself.  "I can't
believe he thinks I'm lying !" he hissed to himself.

Tim really had no idea why his mom had yelled at him.. Maybe he did
something wrong ??   Maybe she had wanted him to do something too
instead of just laying there with his mouth open.  He had felt his
dick get hard, maybe she had wanted him to show her or do something
with it, like the men in those magazines did ?  He thought everything
had gone okay though.  He liked her kissing him like that and he had
liked the way it felt when she was rubbing up and down his leg like
that and he REALLY liked looking at her tits.

Maybe that was it.. Maybe he should have grabbed her tits like he had
seen in the magazines ?    Or suck on them ?  He was confused.  At 10,
Tim was a smart boy, intelligent beyond his age even, but because of
that he tended to think about things a lot.  Maybe too much.  Right
now he was sorry he had told his brother.  Not that it mattered, since
he didn't believe him anyway.  Still he felt he had betrayed his
mother by telling what happened.  Maybe he should talk to her tonight,
then again she might still be upset with him.

Lost in his thoughts he sat quietly eating his lunch.  After last
night he had been paying more attention to the girls and women and
especially at the tits around him.  In his class none of the girls had
tits, they were all as flat as he was, but ms.  Miriam, his teacher,
had big tits, like his mother.  He had spent the entire morning
reliving the previous night and imagining what ms. Miriam's tits would
look like under that blouse she was wearing.  He like ms. Miriam even
before today.   She was so nice and pretty, but today it seemed
somehow different.  He had looked at her in a way he never had before,
imagining her to be the one who sat on his leg, riding it like a
horse, first instead of his mom, later together with his mom, each on
one leg, their tits bouncing and each taking turns kissing him.  He
hadn't even heard her dismissing class for lunch, and when she finally
got through to him he could feel his face was flushed and his dick was
hard again, just like it was last night.

He hadn't managed to sleep a wink last night.  His mind was constantly
going over the events, pondering about what had went wrong, trying to
figure out why his mom was so mad at him; what he had done to hurt her
so badly.  And also, why it had happened at all.  They had played
before and she tickled him like that almost every day and nothing like
this ever happened.  She'd kiss him sometimes, but always on the cheek
or forehead, never on his lips like that and NEVER using her tongue.
And why had she let her robe fall open like that.  Of course he didn't
mind seeing her tits like that, but usually she was very careful about
showing her body.  He couldn't even remember the last time he saw her
naked or topless, or even in a bra or bikini for that matter.

But no matter how much and how long he pondered this, his mind could
just not grasp why it had happened, nor why she got so upset.

Finally he decided to just let it rest.  He wouldn't speak to anyone
about it anymore. Not his brothers and defenitely not his mother.  He
didn't wanna make matters worse than they already were.  He'd just
ride this one out and wait until she stopped being mad at him.

And with that he stood up, proceeding to class and back to Ms. Miriam.

-----------------

Chapter 5  -  Grief


Tim walked in right after his brothers.  Usually Tim was the first to
come into the house because he wanted to be the first one to hug his
mother.  Now he just ran upstairs without even so much as a simple
'hello'.  'You see,' Mary Jane thought to herself,  'I hurt him so bad
he can't even look me in the face anymore.' She felt tears welling in
her eyes again, but she managed to suppress them for the sake of her
other sons.  She just hoped that the computer she installed in his
room would make him smile again, maybe patch things up a little.   She
would go up in a bit to check on him, to    apologize about last night
and to try and smooth things over with him.  She wanted to go back to
the way things were before.

She may have had one of the best orgasms ever with her little boy, but
it was a mistake.  A tragic mistake she might lose the love of her son
over, and that just wasn't worth it.  Besides, she had always been the
first one to yell "Hang him by the balls and let him rot in hell"
whenever there was something on the news about child molestors, and
now she had done the exact same thing.  And look what happened..  Her
boy didn't dare look her in the face, let alone play with her like
they used to before this ugly episode.

She would have to go up and talk to him, and beg him to forgive her.
And of course, as she decided earlier, anything he wanted was his.
Anything to win his love back.

--

About 20 minutes after her kids had come home and her youngest had
rushed off to his room not to return she went upstairs and knocked on
his door.  "Honey ??" No answer.  She knocked again, a little louder
this time.  "Honey ??  You in there ??" "Go away !"  a muffled voice
from inside the room yelled back.  She felt tears again.  The damage
was worse than she had even thought.  "Tim, please," she pleaded, "I
just want to talk to you.." Could it be his love for his mother had
died when she rode his leg ?  Did she permanently destroy their
relationship by her irrational, dispickable and disgusting behaviour
the night before ?  She feared the worst.  "I don't want to talk to
you," the reply came from within the boys' room. "Now go away !"
Inside the room little Tim was crying.  He couldn't face his mother
yet, afraid that she would yell at him again.  He was a sweet boy.
Sensitive, and her yelling at him had hurt.  Plus he still thought he
did something wrong, but he didn't know how to apologize to his mom,
because he didn't know WHAT he did wrong.  So he sent her away.  Mary
Jane heard her boy all but tell her to get lost and in a fit of
despair, pain, anger and utter helplessness she collapsed, crying
loudly as she fell to her knees.  Big salty tears rolled down her
cheeks as she snickered and snottered, crying her concerned and
ashamed eyes out in front of her sons room.  'What have you done, what
have you done, what have you done ?" she kept repeating as she rocket
her body back and forth, the palms of her hands on her crying eyes.

--

Timmy had noticed the computer as soon as he entered his room, but at
the moment he couldn't care less about it.  He could, and should, have
thought that it was his mom who was in the wrong the other night and
this was her way for making it up to him, but the thought never even
crossed his mind.  He really couldn't care less about that damned
computer right now, all he cared about was getting back into his
mothers' good books.  Getting her to like him again.  As soon as he
got in his room he had started to cry again and her knocking on his
door had only made things worse.  He just couldn't face her.

What if she had felt his hard-on ?  God he was so embarrassed, and a
part of him was mad at his mom for putting him through all these new
emotions a boy his age shouldn't have.  The main focus of his thoughts
was still 'what did I do wrong' though, and although he did nothing
wrong at all, he didn't realize that.  His mom had never raised her
voice to him, and now she had, and that was all the proof he needed.
He was in the wrong, he screwed up and now she hated him for it.

After he told her to leave the second time he could hear his mom
crying in the hallway.  She was crying out loud and he could do
nothing but cry along, feeling worse than he had ever felt before.  He
must have hurt her real bad for her to cry like this.  The only time
he had ever seen his mother cry was a few weeks ago when they rented
'the Champ'.  Hell, they all had cried, even Jimmy, his oldest
brother, who'm he looked up to in great respect and admiration.  He
remembered how his mom had held him and how they had cried together,
his head on her chest... 'on her tits,' he thought and he felt his
penis get hard again ath the mere thought of his mothers' bosom.

Her tits looked so much better than those of the girls in Brads'
magazines.  Much firmer, much harder and much rounder, and of course
the added bonus

that they were his mom's tits he had been looking at.

He noticed how his dick had gotten hard and he blocked the image of
his mothers' hot tits out of his mind and decided to feel guilty some
more.  He started crying again, clutching his blanket as he layed back
on his bed and slowly fell asleep.


Chapter 6 - Wondering kids

"Where's mom ?"  Andrew asked his older borther Jimmy.  Jimmy
shrugged.  He had no idea.  He had seen her going upstairs earlier,
but hadn't seen her come down.  "Maybe she's having a talk with Tim,"
he replied. "he has been acting weird all day." "Tell me about it,"
Brad added.  Jimmy and Andrew looked up at him.  "Why, what happened
?"  Jimmy asked.  Brad knew he had said too much already.. Of course
his brother had been either lying or daydreaming when he told him
about him and mom, and he knew he should keep his mouth shut about it.
"Well ??"  Jimmy asked again.  Now Brad shrugged. "Nothing, just that
he was quiet at breakfast," he saved the situation.  "And when we got
home earlier he didn't even say hi to mom..  He just went straight
upstairs." Both brothers looked at him, staring at him like he was
insane.  "Yeah, weird," Andrew finally said.  'Thank God they bought
it,' Brad thought to himself .  "I'll go see what's keeping her," he
finally added.  His brothers nodded in agreement, glad they weren't
the ones who had to go up and see what was wrong.

Brad got up and walked up the stairs, finding his mother in front of
his and Timmy's room.  She was crying, her eyes red and puffy, her
nose running and he could tell she was upset.  Maybe Tim had been
telling the truth.   Why else would she be crying like this ?

Slowly he walked up to her and kneeled beside her.  Carefully placing
his hand on her shoulder, he spoke softly.  "Mom ?" She didn't look up
at first, but after a second nudge she finally raised her head to her
son.  "Mom, are you ok ?"  He asked, genuinely concerned.  She wiped
the tears from her cheeks and eyes, but was unable to hide her fluffy
red eyes.  A blind man would have spotted she had been crying from
miles away.  "Mommy's fine honey, just fine." He didn't buy it,
obviously.  "If you're fine then why are you crying ?"  He asked.  He
wanted to know what was wrong with his otherwise so cheerful mother.
He loved her and he hated seeing her cry like this.  "Is it because of
what happened between you and Timmy last night ?" He asked.  At this
point Brad didn't care about betraying his brothers' trust. All he
cared about was getting his mother to stop crying.  She stared up him
in disbelief.  Had Timmy told him ??  How could he !  Then she thought
about it some more and decided it was unfair to blame him.  Of  course
Tim had to tell someone.. You don't get raped by your mother everyday
and it's only natural that he needed to talk about it to SOMEONE.  She
should be thankful it was his brother and not the cops he had talked
to.  It didn't make her feel any less embarassed though...  "So you
know about last night ?"  She asked carefully.  "Does that mean it's
true ?"  He asked.  Then she knew Brad might have heard from Timmy but
he had not believed him about it until now.  Oh well, maybe it was for
the better that things got out in the open.. At least she didn't have
to hide it now.  She nodded her head at Brad and the 12 year old boy
nodded back, smiling at her.  The he said something she would have
never expected, something that humiliated her more than anything ever
had in her life - even the time when some girls pulled of her panties
in the gymroom back in highschool when she was 14 and pushed her into
the boys locker room.  Her son actually asked her if she would let him
look at her tits as well.  She was flabberghasted.  Her mind could not
accept what she had just heard her boy ask.  A bright blush formed on
her face, a blush of shame, degradation, humiliation and - partly -
anger.  "Are you crazy ?!" she yelled out to him.  "What happened last
night was a huge mistake that should never have happened.  It was an
accident, and I'll be damned if I ever let that happen again !" "But
mom..." he started.  Mary Jane didn't let him finish though.  In mid-
sentence her hand hit him in the cheek, throwing his head backwards.
He stared at her in disbelief and shock, the stood up an ran into his,
and Tommy's, room, crying.

Mary Jane stared at her own hand, shocked at herself.  Never had she
hit any of her children, and never had she given them any reason to
cry, and now she had two utterly unhappy sons crying in their room,
probably hating their own mother.  'God, forgive me," she begged on
her knees as, once again, she cried.

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Chapter 7  -  Courage under fire

She must have sat there for about ten minutes before she stopped
crying.

Thoughts had ran through her mind. Thoughts about her two youngest
boys and how much she had hurt them and how she would buy them
whatever they wanted to get them to forgive her.  Also thoughts about
jail, in which - if she was not mistaken - they didn't take too kindly
to child-molestors, and for all she could tell she had molested her
youngest son, Timmy.  Looking back it was hard for her to even believe
she had rubbed her pussy on his leg like she was riding a bull in a
rodeo, but she had.  She had also stuck her tongue in his mouth and,
maybe worst of all, at the time she had enjoyed it.  In fact, if she
was honest with herself, it was one of the best sexual experiences she
had ever had.  Maybe it was the thought of incest, the danger of
getting caught, or maybe she was just incredibly horny at the time,
she really didn't know, but fact was - whether she liked it or not -
she had thoroughly enjoyed it.

Now little was left of her enjoyment the night before.  Torn up in
guilt and shame; consumed by remorse and humiliation.  In all counts
she was a broken woman who had destroyed her relationship with her two
youngest boys, and she was sure that it was only a matter of time
before the other two would find out, and then she would more than
likely lose them as well.

She couldn't really blame Brad for asking her if he could see her
tits.  He was a teenage boy with raging hormones and he had heard his
brother had been all but fucking his mom, so naturally he would wanna
know if he could get a piece of hairpie as well.  Had she been a bit
more understanding at the time and explained to him what the situation
was things wouldn't have gotten out of hand and she wouldn't have had
to hit him like she did, probably alienating him from her and more
than likely destroying any love he had for his mother.

Still, she knew she could never do anything like that again, getting
off on her own son.  It was too sick for words.  And now it was time
to confront her two boys and try to sort things out.

She knew Jimmy and Andrew would probably be playing their Nintendo
until

dinnertime which wasn't for another two hours, so the risk of them
barging in was fairly small, and if they did she would just ask them
to leave them be for a while because they had something important to
discuss.

She took a deep breath, lining up her thoughts, and stood up,
straightning her skirt and blouse and running her hands through her
long blonde hair, to put some model back into it.  She knew she
probably looked a mess, but there were more important things to attend
to right now...

Again, she breathed deeply and then she opened the door and walked
into the boys' bedroom.....

---

Chapter 8  -  How to explain child abuse to a 10 and 12 year old

"Sorry to barge in like this but the three of us need to talk."  She
started as she walked in.  Tim was lying in bed, his eyes wide open
and red from tears, brad was sitting in his deskchair, his cheek
bright red from her slap and tears still rolling down his face.
Neither of them answered, so she sat at the footend of the bed and
continued.  "Brad, I am so sorry I hit you, I had no right..." He just
looked at her, obviously still upset with her, but she decided he
would have to wait.  At the moment Timmy was more important, because
she had hurt him more than she had Brad.  "Timmy ?" He remained
silent.  "Timmy we need to talk about last night..." "So talk.." he
replied and once again he reminded her of his intelligence..  "Ok..
What I did last night was wrong, very wrong, and it should never have
happened." The boy shrugged and looked away.  "I don't know what came
over me," she continued. "It's just that.. Well, I don't know really;
I just lost control...  I am sorry sweetheart. Truly sorry." Timmy
looked up at her.  "You are ?" "Yes I am..  And I will do anything to
make it up to you, if I still can.  Look, I already put dads' computer
in here.. It's yours now, you can have it.." "Thanks," he said, but
she sensed his reluctance.  Of course she had known that giving him
the computer would not restore the damage, but it might be a start.
"Also, anything else you want, you can have it.. I really want to make
it up to you, show you how sorry I am." She turned to Brad; "and that
goes for you too..  I don't wanna loose either of you.  You kids are
my pride and joy and I'd do anything to make you love me again.." "We
still love you mom," Timmy said out of the blue.  She turned to him
and saw his smile, the one she thought she'd never see again.  "We
do.." Brad added, and smiled too.  Mary Jane almost burst into tears
again, but she managed to control herself.

They might still love you, but they are also still very hurt.. They
need a bit of pampering to get them back on their feet again; back to
normal.

"Thank you both," she replied. "you are both very sweet, but I still
feel lousy about what happened, so you just tell me what you want and
it's yours..  I have some money put away, so I can go get it for you
right now if you like...."

The boys looked at eachother then Brad turned to his mom again.  "Do
you really mean anything ??" She nodded, "yes sweetheart, anything you
want and it's yours, no matter how much it costs..  What I did was
bad, so consider it my punishment.  If you do something bad I punish
you, so it's only fair I get punished when I do something wrong..
Especially when I do something like slap you or yell at you for no
real reason." She looked at both her boys, showing them her sincerity.
She actually thought she might be able to save the situation, although
she wasn't particularly proud at buying their sons love and affection.
If it worked it worked.  Afterall, she had all but begged for
forgiveness, and she didn't really see it as a bride, but more as a
gift for forgiving her.  "So what do you want ?" she asked again...
"Well," Brad answered. "I know whay *I* want.." "Tell me and it's
yours..." The boy cleared his throat and his head flushed bright red.
Then he looked at his brother again.  "Well ?  out with it," Mary Jane
insisted, "remember I said anything.  Money is not important, you two
are.." "What I want won't cost you a cent, mom," Brad spoke softly,
almost whispering.  "So what is it ?"

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Chapter 9  -  The wish

"I want to see your tits, like Timmy did." He blurted out.  Mary
Jane's jaw dropped as she stared at her son in disbelief.  Anything in
the world could be his, and he asked if he could see her tits ?!  "Are
you insane ?!" she hissed at Brad.  "That's what started all this in
the first place !" "But..." Brad started again and again she
interrupted him; "No buts.  I am not gonna show you anything and
that's final !" "Well, that shows how good you are at keeping your
word," Brad hissed back, "just get out and leave me alone. First you
hit me and then you lie to me about how sorry you are.." "I didn't lie
!   I meant every word I said !" "Anything you want, anything you
want," he mimicked his mom in a high pitched voice, the continued "you
should have said that the anything only applied to what you had in
mind and not what we wanted.." Mary Jane didn't know what to say at
that.  Her boy had a point.  He had

specifically asked her if she really meant 'anything' and she had said
yes, and now she was backing out.  But his request was absurd.  What
happened last night was an accident; a spur of the moment thing that
should never have happened.  Sure she had fantasized about it for a
while, but she didn't really mean for it to happen.  Now Brad was
asking her to deliberately show him her tits.  She just couldn't.
"I'm sorry Brad, it's just not on.. Anything 'normal' you want and
it's yours." "Save it," Brad answered.  "Fine," Mary Jane answered, a
little ticked off, "what about you Tim ?" "You heard Brad.. Forget it.
I'm not gonna make a fool of myself asking for something to have you
turn it down." "It's not like that Tim," she protested.  "Yes it is !"
he screamed at her.  Now that he knew he did nothing wrong the day
before he was mad at her for what she did yesterday.   He felt sorry
for her a few minutes ago and was about to tell her it was allright
when he found out she had been lying.  "You lied to us mom !  You said
we could ask for anything and then you say you didn't, you're nothing
but a big liar !" She looked back and forth between her two sons,
seeing there was no way to reason with them, since they both looked
extremely pissed off.  "Fine !" she said as she stood up off her son's
bed.  "If that's the way you want it, that's the way you'll have it."
And with that she turned around and walked out the room, slamming the
door behind her.

She was too pissed off to think clearly and besides, she had to take
care of dinner.  Jimmy and Andrew were still downstairs and they
needed to eat, even if she lost her appetite.

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Chapter 10  -  Night falls

Dinner was quiet, just like breakfast.  Nobody spoke and even when she
had asked Brad and Timmy about their day in school they hadn't spoke.
They just ignored her, and that had hurt her more than anything ever
had.  Her own two boys ignored her, and she knew she had noone to
blame but herself.  She hadn't eaten a bit and neither had Brad and
Timmy and even Andrew and Jimmy didn't eat as much as usual.  They
must've sensed something was wrong.  Of course they did.. They'd need
their head examined if they didn't, because it was obvious.  Timmy
usually didn't stop talking during dinner and now he hadn't said a
word.

She cried again, feeling helpless and lonely sitting in the dark.  The
kids were in bed and she was still up, thinking of how to handle this
situation.  If she didn't show Brad her tits she'd lose both her boys
and if she did she would lose her dignity.  She'd be nothing but an
incestuous slut.  Or would she ?  It wasn't like they hadn't ever seen
her tits before.  Hell, they drank from it and it's not like they were
asking her to have sex.. Just a quick peek at her tits and all would
be forgiven and forgotten.

She pondered this for about an hour and finally came to the conclusion
that she had no choice.

Finally she stood up, walked to the liquor cabinet and poured herself
a scotch.  If she was gonna go through with this she'd have to get the
courage to do it, and usually courage was found in a bottle.  The
first sip burned her throat a little, but she quickly gulped down the
glass, poured another one and drank that right after, then walked up
the stairs to pay their two boys a visit.

--

She opened the door and flicked on the light, closing the door behind
her.  Brad and Tim were in bed but both awake and staring at her.
"What do you want ?"  Brad asked.  Mary Jane scraped her throat.  "I
decided you were right earlier, I did say anything and I did come back
on my word." "So ?" "So, I'm here to give you what you want." "You
mean..." Brad started.  "I mean I'm going to show you my tits.  If
that's what you want, then - humiliating as it is for me - that is
what you will get." The boy smiled, obviously pleased - and he was.
Brad had only seen tits in the magazines he had stashed under his
mattress, but he thought they were the most fascinating things in the
world and he couldn't wait to see his mother's tits up close.  He'd
been thinking about that for weeks, inspite of what he had told his
brother back in school earlier.  In fact, he felt his cock getting
hard already.

Mary Jane felt she was shaking.  Her legs were getting wobbly and her
heart was pounding in her throat as she started to unbutton her
blouse.  Timmy got up and sat down on Brad's bed, and as they both
stared at their mom taking of her blouse, she unbuttoned the last
button.  Her blouse fell open, still covering her tits.  She wasn't
wearing a bra
- she hardly ever did - and so when she slowly trailed the inner
  circles of her breast for her mid-chest down under her tits and
sideways, her blouse pulled sideways and out popped her big, round
tits.  She closed her eyes, trying not to think about how nasty this
was, but she couldn't help it.  This WAS nasty and as much as she
hated it, she was starting to get horny.  "Come closer mom, we can't
see !"  Brad's voice said somewhere in the distance and without a
thought and without opening her eyes she took a few steps towards the
bed.

The boys were all but drooling at the sight of her swaying, bouncing
tits.  "Your tits are beautiful mom," Brad said again, "much better
than those in the magazines !" God she was getting horny now.  Her
cunt felt like it was on fire and her nipples were so hard it almost
hurt her !  She opened her eyes and to her shock she noticed her boys
were about a foot away from her, their faces only a few inches from
her tits.  She could actually feel their breath on her nipples and it
was driving her crazy.  'If I don't get out of here fast I'm gonna cum
right here in front of my kids,' she thought.

"I wanna touch it," Brad said out of the blue.  Timmy nodded, "me
too." And before Mary Jane could object the kids had their hands on
her tits.  She tried to say "No", but through her moans at the touch
of their hands, it didn't sound anything like it.  She knew she should
end this but it felt so damn good.  Her nipples are so sensitive and
to feel her boys' palms run across them was making her hornier than
she already was.  Her cunt was dripping in her panties and some even
running down her inner thigh.  She had always gotten extremely wet,
like a leaking faucet, but never ever like this.  Her panties were
soaked with her juices, her inner thighs wet and dripping from her
cunt moisture.  Instead of pulling away, she found herself licking her
lips and moaning and pushing her tits forward into their little hands.
Overtaken by passion and pure lust she moaned and squirmed her legs
together, causing some friction in her dripping pussy.  She glanced
down at the boys' underwear and notices both their cocks were hard.
Hell she had no idea boys that age could even get hardons, but they
did.  Not big but big enough to form a tent in their underpants and
big enough to make her orgasm at the sight of them, combined with the
feel of her boys' hands on her tits.  "AAahhhh hnnggggggg" She moaned
out loud as she shook and bucked under the tiny hands groping her.  It
was a long, powerful orgasme, starting deep in her belly and spreading
through her entire body like the ripples of a stone tossed into a
lake.  Then, as the orgasme subsided and her senses returned she
realized what just happened; realized she did it again..  She quickly
pulled away from her kids, yanked her blouse over her tits and ran out
of the room crying, leaving Brad and Timmy behind baffled, their hands
still in the air.  "Just like last night," Timmy remarked..

--

Chapter 11  -  The becoming

Mary Jane hurried back to her room and threw herself on her bed,
burying her face in the pillows and sobbing silently.  What was
happening to her ??  How could she have come to doing these perverted
things with her sons ?  She had always enjoyed sex in any and all
variations, but this was incest for God's sake !   Not to mention
pedophilia and child molesting !  It was as if her free will had
vanished at the touch of their hands.  As if her cunt had done the
talking instead of her mind.  It had felt like she was in a sort of
daze, knowing what was happening but unable to control her reactions
to it.  "Goddammit !" she screamed to herself, hitting her pillow with
her fist.

It had been wrong the first time but it was even worse the second
time.   She all but let them masturbate her, although effectively they
did masturbate her just by rubbing her tits.   And she had loved every
second of it.

She was just about to throw another tantrum when she heard a knock on
the door.  "Mom ?" she heard Brad ask from outside her room.  "Mom are
you ok ??" She turned onto her back and sat up, the wiped the tears
from her cheeks.  "Yes honey, I'm fine," she replied, not very
convincing.  "Can I come in ?" "If you must." The bedroom door slowly
opened and Brad walked in, still in his underwear.  His hard-on was
gone now - see, how come she even looked at that ?  She was sick ! -
but he was still excited, she could tell by the look in his eyes as he
eyed over her blouse looking for her fleshy tits.

He sat down on the bed beside her.  "Mom, why did you run away ?"  He
asked, genuinely concerned.  "Because," she replied. "it's wrong.  I
shouldn't let you touch me like that, you're too young, I'm too old
and you're my son." "But I wanted to mom," the boy rebuttled. "How can
it be wrong if I wanted to ?" "Well..." she started.  This time is was
her who got interrupted though.

"And you wanted it too." She swallowed.  She didn't want to.  Not
really anyway.  Maybe deep inside she did want to, but her mind didn't
want to.  "No, honey, I didn't.." "Then why did you let us touch your
tits mom ?" Damn, she knew Timmy was smart, but Brad obviously was no
dullard either.  Her mind thought of an excuse but was unable to find
one.  Finally she had no choice but to admit it to herself.  She did
want it. And she wanted it bad.  But that didn't make it right though.

"Okay," she finally admitted, "maybe I did want it, but it's still
wrong." He shook his head as he placed his hand on her breast,
moulding it in his young hand.  "No mom, it's right and you know it."
Her pussy contracted at his touch, but she managed to back away from
him.  "No !" she yelled, "I will not let this happen again !" Her boy
looked in her eyes and his voice turned calm and soothing.  "Oh but
you will," he said, moving forward, grabbing her tit again,"you know
you want it, and me and my brothers are here to give it to you." "You
haven't told Jimmy and Andrew about this have you ??"  She almost
panicked for a second.  "No mom, I haven't, but I will soon, and when
I do, they'll want a piece of you too, I'm sure." Mary Jane gasped for
breath as her son massaged her left tit, partly in shock and partly in
excitement from his words and touch.

Her juices were flowing again and she could feel herself go into
another daze at the thought of her four boys.  Four young body's to
play with.  Four young hard cocks ready to go at all times.  She
wanted to but just didn't have the will or strength to fight it
anymore and as her son opened her blouse, exposing her tits once
again, she leaned back

determined to enjoy the ride.....

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Chapther 12  -  The morning after

Mary Jane woke up and found Brad lying next to her, leaning on his
elbow, watching her naked body.  He smiled at her and she smiled back.
Last night had been wonderful, even better than before because this
time there was no guilt; no fear, no regrets.  She bent down and
kissed Brad on the lips, he greedily returned it, his hand on her tit
again.  God she started dripping again, but she managed to pull away.
"Not now son, later.  You have school today remember ?" "Oh mom, do I
have to ?" She smiled at him again, "yes you do honey, but I'll be
right here tonight.. Now go get dressed.." She kissed him again and he
got up and walked out of the room.  Her eyes

followed him, or better yet the stiff little cock he was following.
Last night had been great.  After she had given in to her lusts, her
son had bent down and sucked on her tits, bringing back memories of
wayback when he was still a baby.  He had sucked hard and his tongue
had flicked over her nipples in his mouth.  She remembered grabbing
his hair and pushing her tit deeper into his face, moaning and
groaning under his young body.  Then she had felt his hand on her
knee, slowly working it's way up under her skirt, working it's way up
to her cunt which was so desperate for attention.  Her cunt that was
literally drooling, soaking her panties yet again.  She had known he
knew what he was doing, not because of experience but because of the
magazines he had stashed in his room.  Amazing how much a kid can
learn from those pictures and stories.  As his fingers reached the wet
crotch of her panties she gasped and a chill went from her cunt up her
spine to the top of her head and back and as he started rubbing her
through her panties whilst sucking her nipples she knew she was her
sons playtoy.  She knew she could not deny him, and she didn't want
to, not then, and she also knew she would give all her sons the same
benefits and pleasures, needed to be overtaken by them, but from this
day forward would never fight it again.

She wanted to be their toy.  Their sextoy.  She needed it, she longed
for it, ached to be used by her sons, be their personal slut.  And as
she remembered how his fingers penetrated her cunt for the first time,
she also remembered what she had said.  "Brad, tomorrow you will tell
your brothers about this." He had looked up at her, not sure what to
think.  "I am yours Brad.  You and your brothers'.  I am your slut and
I want all of you to use me anytime, anyplace, anyhow..." "Are you
sure ?"  he had asked her and she had smiled and said she was
absolutely positive.  He had agreed and lived up to it, diving down
and eating her cunt, fingerfucking it.  Then he had gotten above her
and she had sucked his little cock until he came all over her face.
They hadn't fucked; maybe he had been afraid to mess up, maybe he just
didn't want to, she wasn't sure, but she wasn't gonna tell him what to
do.  She wanted for Brad and his brothers to tell HER what to do, she
knew that now.  She knew she was submissive now, after being forced
into this by her son.  Agreed, he didn't have to push too hard, but
that's how she wanted it.  Yes, she finally admitted it to herself...
She was a submissive, incestuous slut, and you know what ??  She was
proud of it !

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Chapter 13  -  Baffled Brothers

Mary Jane was halfway down the stairs when she heard her boys talking.
Not proud of it, but eavesdropping anyway, she halted in her tracks,
listening to the conversation.

"...She told me herself !" was the first thing she could make out.  It
was brad.  "Oh come on, you should get your nose out of those dirty
magazines, maybe you'll stop drooling over mom."  Jimmy replied.  "I'm
telling you the truth... Tim, am I lying ?" "Hey don't ask me," Tim
said, "I wasn't there last night, but she did kiss me and show us her
tits.. We even touched them." "You guys must think we're complete
morons," Andrew butted in, "wake up guys, april fools is a long way
away".  "Just ask mom when she comes down then," Brad tried again,
"she told me she wanted to be our slut and she told me she wanted us
to fuck her whenever." "Oh sure," Jimmy, at 15 her oldest son, said
again, "I'm just gonna say 'hi mom, is it true you want the four of us
to fuck you and call you slut instead of mom ?', sorry dude, but I
don't wanna spend eight weeks in hospital thank you very much." "But
you want to fuck her don't you ?" "That is beside the point.  It's
never gonna happen, no matter how bad any of us wants to." "Well, it
almost happened to me when she was rubbing her naked pussy on my leg,"
little Timmy offered.  "Tell it to someone who'll believe you," Andrew
answered.  Then Brad had an idea..  "I'll show you when she comes
down." "Show us how ?" "You'll see.."

And that was Mary Jane's cue to walk in.  She thought it would add to
the dramatic effect.  She could feel her knees shaking, nervous about
what was going to happen
-
about how their lives would change and how it would effect the boys
and of course herself.  She was also excited.  Her deepest desires,
both the desire for her sons as the desire to be submissive and
humiliated, were about to come true.  Of course she still had her
doubts whether or not she had done the right thing.  It still was
illegal for starters, but on the other hand, she knew she wanted it
and she knew her boys wanted it, so at least she wouldn't be hurting
anyone anymore.  There would be no need for yelling at her sons or
hitting them.  She would probably never have to masturbate again,
unless the boys wanted her to, and in turn the boys would never have
to spend half the night jerking off into dirty magazines.  It actually
seemed like everyone would come out a winner here.  She smiled and
stepped into the livingroom, dressed in a long black dress, she always
though looked good on her and complemented her tight figure.

Andrew was the first to notice her.  "Hi mom," he smiled then turning
to Brad, "I believe Brad here has something to say to you." A smug
grin appeared on Andrews face and Jimmy almost pissed himself
laughing.  Yeah, Andrew had his little brother cornered.  He had to
say something now, and the chance of him saying something really
really dumb was pretty big.  Both Andrew's and Jimmy's jaws dropped
though, when Brad stood up and walked to their mother, greeting her
with a "Goodmorning slut" followed by a long, deep French kiss.  Brad
turned around to his brothers and now he was the one wearing the smug
look.  Jimmy and Andrew couldn't believe their eyes as it was, but
when little Tim got up and repeated his brother's ritual, their eyes
almost popped out of their sockets.

"Goodmorning boys," mom finally said to her two eldest sons.  "How
about a kiss ?" Neither Andrew nor Jimmy could move, or even speak and
in result they both just sat there, staring.

"Come on guys," Brad said, "come here and get your kiss.. Or feel her
tits, like this.." Now his brothers really lost it as they watched him
stand behind their mother and cup her tits in his hands and started
squeezing them.  Mom didn't even move, she just stood there watching
them as they sat there watching her.

Then Jimmy turned to Andrew and whispered something in his ear.
"Excuse us for a second," Jimmy finally said as they both got up and
walked into the kitchen.  Mary Jane looked down at Brad and Tim and
shrugged, smiling.  They would come 'round.  They were probably
discussing what to do now, maybe even pinching eachother to see if
this was real.

"Mom," Timmy said, "can I still call you mom ?" She sank to her knees
and straightened the boys shirt.  "Sure you can.. You can call me
anything you want from now on.  And anything you wanna do with me is
fine too. So anything you want me to do, just tell me and I will do it
for you." He looked at her and smiled.  "Good," he said, "because I
like calling you mom.." With that she hugged her little boy and felt a
lonely tear of happyness run down her cheek.



Chapter 14  -  Kitchen talk

"Did you see that shit ?"  Jimmy said to his younger brother, still
not quite believing what he had just witnessed.  "No, I turned blind
just before it happened," Andrew sneered. "Of course I saw it, it
wasn't hard to miss !" "Okay," Jimmy agreed, "dumb question.. Man it
got my dick hard, he just grabbed her by the fucking tits man !"
Andrew nodded.  "Mine is hard too, but I still can't believe this is
happening.." "Me too, but it happend." "I know," Jimmy said as he
nervously walked circles on the kitchen floor. "but I still think
they're having us on or something, you know." "Yeah I know," Andrew
nodded again, "when we get back in there they're probably laughing
their asses off..  Still, they did french kiss her and he was
squeezing her tits.. I'd give my arm to squeeze her tits like that !"
"Yeah, but it just can't be true.  We'd have noticed something before
now wouldn't we ?" "Probably," Andrew agreed, "I mean this all seems
to have happened overnight.  That's just impossible.  I mean, Brad
said she had sucked his cock.  He fingered her for fucks sake !" "Or
so he says anyway.. Still, even if it IS a joke, mom had to be the one
to put them up to it, and it's as hard for me to believe she told Brad
to tell us he fingerfucked her and shoved his cock in her mouth as it
is to believe he actually DID it." They both sighed, confused as to
whether or not they should act on what they saw and risk either being
laughed at or grounded for life, or just drop the entire thing and see
what would happen.  For a few minutes everything was quiet in the
kitchen, both of the boys thinking over the situation.

Finally Jimmy broke the silence, coming up with an idea.  "Let's say
it's real..  Let's say she wants to be our slut, like they claim she
does; why would she dress in her least revealing clothes ?" "Good
point," Andrew agreed. "I mean sluts wear slutty clothes.  Short
skirts, tight tops, high heels or boots or whatever, not a high
closing can't-see-shit long dress with a turtleneck.." "Exactly..  I
think they're having us on, but maybe we can call their bluff.."
Andrew looked at him with a gleam of pleasure in his eyes.  "remember,
don't fuck with the jokester..." "damn straight," Andrew laughed.  "So
what do you have in mind ?"


Chapter 15  -  Bluf

Mary Jane and her boys were sitting on the couch when her Andrew and
Jimmy walked back in.  She turned to them.  "Did you boys figure it
out yet ?" "I think so," Jimmy answered with a grin, "but if you're to
be our slut, you need to dress a little less conservatively." Andrew
stepped in, doing his part; "Yeah mom, I mean a slut wouldn't wear a
long dress now would she ?" She smiled, surpressing a burst of
laughter.  They thought this was all a joke, and now they were calling
her bluff.  Incredible !  She pulled a straight face again, but was
cracking up inside.  Still, she couldn't blame them for thinking that.
It must be hard to believe such a thing.  Afterall, it's not everyday
that your mom says she wants to be your slut and sex- slave, now is it
?

Of course she could just fall on her knees, whip out their cocks and
start sucking, but she had told herself to do whatever her boys wanted
to, so she wasn't about to take any initiative here.  They could have
been fucking her now, had they told her to, but since they didn't,
they'd just have to wait.

She needed a cock fast though.  Last night with Brad she had had a lot
of fun, and she had had several intense orgasms, but they hadn't gona
all the way, and her pussy remained unfucked by cock ever since her
husband had left.

For now she decided to just play along with Jimmy and Andrew.  If they
wanted her to dress like a cheap slut, she would.  She might need to
alter some of her clothes, but she would make sure the boys would like
what they saw.

"Well boys, I guess you're right," she said finally, "if I am to be a
slut, I should dress like one.  Have anything in particular in mind ?"
"Not really," Andrew shrugged.  "You ?" she asked, turning to Jimmy.
"Not really.. Something hot though." She smiled.  "Okay, you go on to
school now and when you get back you'll see the new outfit.." "And
what if we were to tell you we weren't gonna go to school today ?"
Jimmy asked with a develish grin.  "Well then I would say that I may
be your slut, but I'm also still your mother when it doesn't concern
sex."

Jimmy smiled.. He figured she'd say that.  This just proved to him
this whole thing was a hoax.  "Sure mom, whatever."

With that the boys got up and left, and Jenny was faced with the task
of finding the sluttiest thing she had to wear for the boys.  She'd
see what she could find, and if she didn't like it, she'd just go out
on a shopping spree.  She had seen some very hot clothes at the
sex-shop in town.  She just didn't know if she had the nerve to
actually walk in to such a place.  No sense in worrying about it just
yet, first she was gonna check her wardrobe.  She had the whole day
before the boys would return, and she planned to use every minute of
it.

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