Chapter 2

Claire tensed the muscles in her abdomen, and took a breath, preparing to sit up and stop them. But she froze when her hand got caught in her pajama bottoms. She was astonished to find that she had continued to rub her clit as the scene unfolded beside her.

Then she thought about the uproar that would happen when she yelled. Chuck would surely wake up, and then she'd have to explain to him what was going on. She relaxed and pulled her hand out of her pajamas, her mind racing. What should she do? Her head turned and she felt light headed as she saw the lump that was the covers under which her children were supposed to be sleeping move. It humped up as Bobby obviously climbed on top of his sister.

Again she took a breath to yell... scream... do SOMETHING. But she couldn't embarrass the children in front of the coach, not to speak of the embarrassment SHE would feel too. She realized she was still holding her breath and let it out in a whoosh.

"What was that?" whispered Lori's voice.

Claire had a flash of inspiration. If she got up and went to the bathroom they'd stop. Then she could make noise... toss and turn... like she was having a hard time getting back to sleep. If she did it long enough they'd give up this crazy idea.

Lori's voice came again. It was a drawn out "Ummmmmm" sound that Claire recognized herself as having made on numerous occasions when Denny's cock had slid into her pussy. Bobby groaned softly too. He had obviously just pushed his hard adolescent penis into his sister's pussy. Claire saw the covers move as Bobby thrust hard into Lori.

Claire sat up. She flung the covers off of her legs and swung her feet toward the children. The covers stopped moving and Claire heard both her children gasp. Claire stood up and padded around the bed and into the bathroom. She stood there in the dark for a minute until she realized they would expect the door to close and the light to go on. She closed the door. They had stopped. Her plan was working.

Claire almost didn't remember to flush the toilet. She stood in the bathroom, ears straining to hear anything that might come through the door. It had been useless, though, and, with a start, she realized she didn't know how long she'd been in there. She turned off the light and went blind immediately. Opening the door, Claire put her hands out in front of her and stepped, groping in front of her, into the room. She knew roughly where the space was between the beds. She had to go around the one she and Chuck were sharing - he was on the side closest to the bathroom - and she bent over to feel for the edge of the bed.

Her hands fluttered along the covers and onto Chuck's feet. She jerked them away instantly and then re-established contact with the bed and worked her way around it. Her eyes still hadn't adjusted to the dark, so she couldn't see the lump that had been her son on top of her daughter.

She didn't hear anything, though.

She slipped back into bed, trying to make enough noise to frighten her children, but not wake up Chuck.

It almost worked.

As she settled onto her side, so she could see the children when her night vision returned, Chuck rolled. His arm draped across her body and his hand fell to the bed beside her left breast. Claire tensed up, getting ready to rebuff this man's obvious pass at her.

She felt a long drawn out sigh as Chuck's hot breath blew against the back of her neck. He stopped moving.

Claire realized she was holding her breath again. She let it out slowly and tuned her body to feel what Chuck's was doing. The only real contact between them was his arm, draped across hers. He was breathing deeply and slowly. He must have just turned in his sleep.

But now Claire had a problem. If she moved, she'd wake him up for sure. She was, for all intents and purposes, trapped.

Slowly, her sight returned to her and she looked at the mattress on the floor. They were still now. Her plan had worked. Strangely comforted by Chuck's arm draped over her, she drifted into a troubled sleep.

Claire's eyes snapped open perhaps an hour later. There had been a noise of some sort. Chuck was fully spooning her now, his breath still slow and soft in her hair. There was a female whimper from the pallet next to the bed. Claire could see quite well now, from the light coming in around the drapes that were not completely covering the windows.

The lump in the covers over her children looked much too tall to have been made by only one body. And it was moving.

They were doing it again!

Claire lay there helplessly as she heard Bobby assure his sister that their mother was asleep again, and heard the quiet mewling sounds that communicated that Lori was having a wonderful time.

Then, to her dismay, she heard the little grunting sounds from Bobby's throat that she somehow knew meant his penis was spurting... inside Lori... without a condom to contain it or protect Lori from pregnancy.

Claire didn't know what to do. She was used to making momentous decisions at work every day, decisions that had the potential for changing the world. But in this situation she felt helpless. She knew she should have stopped them. On the other hand it was obvious this wasn't the first time this had happened. How long had they been doing this?

She heard Bobby's whispered "Thank you." and Lori's answering "I love you." It sounded so heartfelt and real, just like she and Denny had spoken to each other in moments of intimacy.

Claire couldn't believe the warm feeling in her own abdomen. It was just too strange and bizarre. She felt a tear in her eye break free and roll down her cheek. She couldn't decide if it was because of what her children had just done... or because of the sudden loss she felt because she didn't have that kind of intimacy in her life any more.

Exhaustion finally claimed it's hold on Claire's consciousness, and she fell asleep.

She woke later, having a dream about a man's hand cupping her breast... a strong man's hand. It felt good. She smiled at her dream and drifted back to sleep.

Claire woke to see brighter light coming in around the blinds and drapes that covered the windows of the room. The first thing she thought of was that Chuck's arm was still over her, pinning her to the bed. Then she felt his hand... his strong, manly hand, cupping her left breast. He was still breathing slowly and deeply, asleep.

She moved and he snorted, his hand closing tighter on her breast. Then, Claire heard his breathing cease, and there were two tentative little squeezes, as he realized just where his hand was, and what it was cupping.

The hand darted away from her and he lifted his head.

"I'm so sorry." he whispered.

Claire had just remembered what she had seen and heard the night before. Her children, making love.

"It was an accident." she whispered back. "Don't worry about it."

Chuck rolled away from her and out of the bed. As he headed for the bathroom Claire looked at him. The front of his shorts were tented outward. Denny's penis had been like that in the mornings. He had called it his "morning wood". Quite often, when he came back from the bathroom on those mornings it was still hard. He loved to fuck in the morning.

Claire realized her own pussy was wet. Her emotions, which had abated during sleep, surged again.

It was a rough day for Claire. She dressed in a khaki blouse and skirt outfit she thought was cute, and she was right. All day men stared at her, whether they were adults or young men her son's age. The fact that she now knew her son was sexually active made her look at those young men in a different light. Each of them, she realized, had the capacity to climb between her legs and scratch the itch that she had felt all morning and couldn't seem to suppress. At one point she went to the girls' bathroom and locked herself in a stall, masturbating frantically to ease her desire.

But all that did was get her hotter.

She was tense all day. It didn't help that she was around Chuck most of the day, helping him with record keeping and running errands for him. She caught herself looking at his trim, athletic body. It was hard and she just KNEW he'd be good in bed. She shook her head, trying to shake those thoughts out of her head. He was her son's coach! And, despite there only being five years between them, she couldn't help but look at him as much younger than herself.

"What am I thinking?" she berated herself.

She tried to keep an eye on her children too. Every time she saw them together... which was more often than she would have thought before last night... they were smiling, happy children, as normal looking as all the others around them. they didn't hang on each other, but they didn't avoid each other either.

They just looked... normal.

By contrast, there were other kids who bickered and fought. In most cases it seemed like the normal every day interaction of teenagers who were in competition with each other. She noticed one boy, a red head, and girl with long blond hair, who were angry with each other about something and acid in their statements to each other. The blond, at one point was hanging on another boy, when a brown haired cheerleader girl stalked up and pushed the blond away. The brunette yelled at the red headed boy "Tell your slut sister to stay away from my boyfriend!" The red head waved a hand. "She doesn't listen to me. What do you expect from a slut anyway?"

"Well THAT brother and sister don't cuddle in bed... that's for sure." Claire said to herself. She couldn't help but compare those angry siblings to her own loving children.

It bothered her.

She wanted her children to love each other... but they loved each other TOO much.

Didn't they?

And it didn't appear to hamper their performance either. Bobby played well, and helped the team win their first game. Lori was the picture perfect cheerleader, exhorting the spectators to yell and chant and celebrate each positive aspect of the game. She was bright and happy and full of vim and vigor.

Claire realized she was slumping as she watched her daughter. "I might be full of energy too if I'd gotten my ashes hauled as well as it looked like YOU did last night." she muttered to the girl who couldn't possibly hear her.

"Say what?" asked Chuck, turning to her.

"Oh!" she blushed. "Nothing. I was just talking to myself."

"Tell yourself Hi for me." he grinned. "And mention to yourself that she looks really nice today."

He looked back at his team as Claire blushed even more. She was horny the rest of the day.

That night, after supper, Bobby and Lori wanted to go socialize with their friends. Curfew wasn't until nine, so Claire told them to have fun. When they bounded out of the door she wondered what form that fun might take.

"You're really good with your kids." said Chuck, looking up from his playbook. "I mean you've raised great kids."

Pleasure flushed through Claire at the compliment. It was replaced by fear that Chuck would somehow find out some day the secret she had discovered the night before.

He closed the book and slid it under the mattress. "We'd better go see what the kids are doing." he announced.

Claire jerked, thinking of just her kids... and what they might be doing somewhere. Then she realized he wasn't talking about HER kids.