Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2024 07:53:03 +0000 From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com Subject: Playing with my children - Ch 001 Playing with my children Hello! My name is Jordyn and I've been writing erotica for a few years. Recently, I found this site and decided I wanted to write a special story just for here, especially since most other sites I've looked at do not allow for stories involving minors. This story is a complete work of fiction. Nothing in this story is based on a real-life scenario. The characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real life people is merely coincidental. This story is a fantasy involving a mother and her two young children. She has a pre-teen daughter and a teenage son. The three of them explore some consensual sexual situations throughout the coming chapters. If you want to give me feedback about any of my stories, you can reach me via email at jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com. Please be patient if I don't answer you right away. I do try to respond when I can, though! I have the general concept for this entire story mapped out already. My plan is to keep each chapter extremely short. Each chapter may or may not contain any sexual interactions. And sometimes, chapters might leave you with a cliff hanger. But I will be trying to write the remaining chapters as quickly as possible, until the story is complete. I hope you enjoy! -jordyn {Chapter 001 - Migraine} Never in a million years would I have suspected the new fetish that was about to befall me. "Consume" me is more like it. My entire life changed in a single evening. First, my name is Meghan. I'm thirty years old and try my best to stay in shape. I've put on a few extra pounds over the past few years, but my body is still relatively fit. I used to be rail thin, whereas now I am more fleshed out. Not overweight, but also not skinny. My breasts are a copious 35C which I think look pretty good on my 5'6" body. My weight, in case you're wondering, is 131 pounds. I've got dark brown hair that I keep trimmed so it usually stops just above my shoulders. My eyes are blue and I've been told they sometimes sparkle in the right lighting. (I like my eyes.) I'm a single mom, raising my two children alone. My husband left us when the kids were quite little, and I've been on my own ever since. That was eight years ago. Sophie, my youngest, is ten now. And Brandon, her older brother, is thirteen. Sophie's eyes are blue, just like mine. She's a gorgeous pre-teen girl with a long, skinny body, about 4'5". She also has my hair in both color and the way it lays when she grows it out. Sophie likes to keep her hair long, so it hangs halfway down her back. It's mostly straight, with a slight, natural wave in it. She has thin, tiny lips that are curvy and cute. Her face is round, whereas mine is a little on the long and narrow side. But she's still young, so the shape may change as she gets closer to her teenage years. She has a button nose that curves up just slightly at the tip. Oh, and one of the cutest things about her is her little bellybutton. There's barely an indentation since the flesh from within is nearly at the surface. It's a perfect little circle, though. Her smile is gorgeous, and even her slightly crooked teeth are cute on her. And, as I said, she's ten years old. Brandon became a teen a few months ago, and is starting to mature. His face has lost most of the "little kid" softness, but I wouldn't say he looks like a man yet. Still a boy. And he still hasn't hit puberty. At least, his voice hasn't started to change yet. He's a cute kid, though. His eyes are green and his hair is more of a dirty blonde than brown. He keeps it short, except for his bangs which hang almost in front of his eyes. He has a nice smile, much like his sister. They will both be getting braces in the coming year, if I can manage to get the right insurance for it. The three of us live in a small, three-bedroom ranch-style house. The main bathroom has a sizeable tub and shower. There's another bathroom in my bedroom, which is a blessing to me since it gives me a place of occasional privacy when I need it. Now back to my story. It was a Saturday night and I had a horrible migraine. The kids were being extra-specially loud and it was making my head throb. They were bickering about who was going to use the bathroom first. Sophie kept saying she wanted to take a bath, and Brandon was shouting at her that he wanted to go first because he wanted to play video games afterwards. When my daughter's voice hit a piercing crescendo, I snapped. With a growl, I sat up in my bed and yelled through my open door, "Take a bath together!" Their shouting stopped abruptly. They didn't answer me, but at least there was a brief moment of peace in my head. A minute later, I heard the unmistakable sound of two pairs of feet tromping toward my room. I groaned, laying my arm over my eyes and sinking back into my mattress. Why couldn't they just sort out their problems on their own? The two of them walked into my room and right up to my bed. For a minute, I ignored them, while my migraine went through a particularly acute moment of intensity. Brandon was the first to speak. "You seriously want us to take a bath together?" he asked, sounding incredulous. "What's wrong with that?" I asked without opening my eyes. I heard them both shuffling their feet and then my son said, "Well it's been like three years since we took a bath together." "So what?" I said. I didn't see what the problem was. Sophie chimed in with her cute, ten-year-old voice, and said, "I don't care if you see me naked." Brandon made a sound with his throat and then said, "Fine." The two of them shuffled out of my room without another word. Finally. I rubbed my temples while my headache continued to churn. I had taken some aspirin about an hour ago, but it still hadn't kicked in. What I wanted was to fall asleep. That always cured my headaches. The problem was that when they were really bad, it was next to impossible to actually rest. For the next fifteen minutes, the house was relatively silent. I heard the water running in the bathroom, but at least the kids weren't yelling. Slowly, I felt the aspirin taking the edge off my migraine. I started to drift to sleep at last. But then the kids started making a ruckus again.