Chapter 1: Kelly

Okay, let me begin by saying I am the mother of two good looking teens ... Tyler, a 6+ foot tall hunk of a 16 year old son and his 14 year old sister, Kelly. Kelly is a beautiful girl, with great legs, a typical teenager’s hard belly, and a very impressive pair of firm breasts that seem to have just popped up out of nowhere! AND ... they’re big enough to fill out the C-cup bras I buy her. I guess she has my genes since I wear a D-cup, and at 5’4” I’m still a shapely woman who gets plenty of looks from men, AND a few women as well!

My husband travels continually, so rather then going out to bars or clubs and cheating on him I have developed a keen interest in porn ... what I like to refer to as my “stay at home sex.” I love curling up with a chilled glass of wine or two, my laptop and my trusty vibrating rabbit. I often fantasize about being the mother in one of the porn stories I’ve found online. What do I fantasize about in those situations? I envision having sex with my son and daughter. That’s right ... the “I” word ... INCEST! I play with my pussy while fantasizing about what it might be like to lie naked in my husband’s and my king-size bed, him out of town on business, again, and me home alone with the kids.

But could I ever do the kinds of things the mothers in my porn stories do with their kids? Could I ever suck my son’s cock as my daughter lies next to us, playing with her cute little naked pussy, waiting for me to offer her my son’s cock, encouraging her to taste and lick the end of it, showing her how to savor the sweetness of his pre-cum sugar goo by sucking it as she watches? Could I ever turn that fantasy into reality? Probably not, I told myself.

And yet ... as I lie in bed, alone again, playing with my swollen clit, the urge to do exactly some of those things with my good looking teens always, ALWAYS makes me come super hard. And lately, these fantasies seem to be getting stronger ... these nasty desires to push the boundaries of normal behavior is growing within me. I know it is! Because just as when you men let your cocks do your thinking for you, my pussy and clit seemed to be taking control of my brain more and more lately. I find myself thinking about ways to begin the seduction of my kids. Things I could do to not only get them to have sex with me, but ways to get my kids to actually want sex with me! So as I began to devise ways to turn my fantasies into reality, I found myself beginning to actually put my plans into action. A quotation from that old pervert, the Marquis de Sade, kept popping up in mind, when he said,

“We are no guiltier in following the primitive impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves.”

So how, you may ask, would a 40-something wife and mother of two teenage kids begin to take steps to make her fantasies come true? Slowly, of course. Very slowly. With baby steps, but with each step along the way more daring ... and therefore more exciting! It was a big decision, to embark upon a journey like this, one that could backfire, and it would be irreversible once began. But oh my God ... the rewards I would gain from it if it went well ... the incredible thrills! I enjoy sex with my husband ... WHEN we have it! But he travels so frequently, and from all his airline travel when he gets home he’s wiped out and too exhausted for sex. Plus, having two teenages in the house kind of limits our intimate time alone. So ... most of my sex these days comes from my fingers and my trusty little Rabbit vibrator. Love those fluttering ears!!!

So I began to take some of those baby steps on my quest to seduce my children. I began to wear sexier clothing around them when my husband was out of town ... much shorter skirts, tube tops without bras under them, often going “commando,” or wearing transparent thongs, through which my full bush of pubic hair was visible. And these changes in my attire didn’t go unnoticed. I knew Ty, as a typical horny teenage boy with raging hormones, was excited seeing his old mom looking like a bit of a slut. And while Kelly didn’t pay as much attention to my knew clothing as did Ty, she did take notice of the tiny little red Rabbit device I often left out on my bedroom side table, often with a tube of Astroglide lying next to it.

It was the Rabbit and lube that spurred a conversation with her that changed our lives ... all of them. I’d just finished masturbating and had laid the vibrator on my bedside table, feeling the need to pee before bothering to put the Rabbit away. Then, before I finished I heard my kids come home early. It seems they had some kind of a special program for teachers that afternoon, and the students were let out early. And before I could clean myself and return to the bedroom I heard Kelly call out to me. When I told her I was in our bedroom bath she came in just as I was able to stand and pull up my skirt.

“Hi Mom!” she gushed, coming into my bedroom, walking over to me, hugging and kissing me. It was then when I realized one of my kinky habits was going to cause a problem for me. Lately I had been wiping my pussy juices under my nose so I could smell my pussy as I masturbated. Not that I’m particularly bisexual, but some of the porn stories I’d been reading had female on female sex in them that had aroused me. But now as my daughter leaned up and kissed me as she was moving her face away from our brief kiss she suddenly stopped, sniffed a couple times, then looked at me with a quizzical expression on her face. I felt my cheeks turning red, and she grinned at me.

“Have you had company here today, Mom?” she teased.

“No. Why?” I asked, clearly embarrassed.

“Oh, and what’s this?” she asked, spotting the Rabbit vibrator. Picking it up she moved it to her nose and sniffed. Then she turned and gazed at me, with what I thought might even been the beginnings of arousal.

“I...” I began to stammer. Then she clicked on the device’s wheel, turning it on. She grinned at me as the little Rabbit began to rattle and vibrate and as my daughter continued to stare at me, she rotated the power wheel and we both heard the vibrations increasing in volume and intensity. Then she brought the little Rabbit to her nose and sniffed it, too, detecting, I knew, the same scent of my pussy on the device.

“What have you been doing, Mom, you naughty girl?” she grinned, but her expression had changed from teasing to serious. “I know what this is, Mom,” she began. “You’ve been masturbating, huh?” she said, moving next to me. Then, in a soft voice she said, “Right, Mom?”

What could I say? I could deny it, and look silly. Or I could tell the truth and see where it went. So I chose truth. “You caught me, honey,” I said. “You know how much your father travels, and ... well ... just because I’m OLD doesn’t mean I still don’t have certain ... needs!” I replied.

“Hey, Mom, that is so cool! I bet this thing really feels good on your pus ... I mean, on your vagina, huh?” she said, looking at the Rabbit as it continued to buzz and vibrate in her hand.

Was this an opening for me to take my first “non-baby step?” Was this serendipitous happening a chance to take my attempts to seduce my kids the event I needed to advance beyond just wearing sexy clothes? I felt it was. So I said, “As a matter of fact, honey, it feels amazing on my ... pussy. It always makes me come super hard.” Then, “Are you masturbating yet, honey? Do you play with your ... cunt?” I asked, intentionally using the naughty “C word?”

“MOTHER!” Kelly gasped.

“Oh hell, baby. You’re old enough to know words like pussy ... and CUNT ... and for that matter, COCK and FUCK and BLOWJOBS. And you DO play with yourself, don’t you, honey? It’s perfectly normal. Everyone masturbates. Lord knows your brother does, for sure,” I began.

“Tyler jerks off?” she said, her face lighting up. “How do you know THAT, Mom?” she asked.

“Because I found something stuffed between his mattress and the bed frame in his room, honey. And you’re going to be shocked when I tell you what it was,” I said, remembering the day I discovered it.

“What was it, Mom?” Kelly asked, curious.

“Want to see it?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said.

“Where’s your brother. Is he on his way home?”

“No, he and his buddies were going to the Mall,” she said.

“Okay, then the coast is clear. Come with me,” I said, and she followed me down the hall past her room and into Tyler’s.

“I was picking up some of his clothes off the floor ... you know what a slob your brother can be at times, right?” I said.