Date: Sat, 02 Mar 2024 21:40:22 +0000
From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com
Subject: Playing with my children - Ch 005

CH 05 AUTHOR NOTE: Enjoy this next chapter!  This story is a fantasy
involving a mother and her two young children.  She has a ten-year-old
daughter and a thirteen-year-old son.  The three of them explore some
consensual sexual situations throughout this and upcoming chapters.

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.

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{Chapter 005 -- Trespass}

Heading down the hall, I went to investigate the noise I had heard.  When I
neared Brandon's room, I noticed his door was closed.  Reaching out to open
it, I paused when I heard something from within.  Leaning my head closer to
his door, I listened intently.  A smile crept across my lips as I
recognized what it was I was hearing.  My son was masturbating, and his
moans were loud enough that they seeped through the door.

The arousal in my body, which was already extreme, grew stronger still.  I
listened for about a minute and then, unable to help myself, I gently
squeezed his doorknob and turned it, opening his door as quietly as I
could.  The sight that came into view for me was one of wonder and awe.
Whatever had caused the crashing sound was completely forgotten by me in
that moment.

My thirteen-year-old son was lying on his bed, completely naked and
stroking himself.  He was breathing so loudly, he hadn't heard me enter his
room.  He had his eyes closed.  And his penis was the most interesting
thing in the world to me.  I hadn't seen it in over a year, and the last
time I did, it was half the size it was now!  Of course, it wasn't hard
when I saw it last, but it was noticeably longer despite that.  It looked
to be about four inches long, and thicker than I remembered.

Unable to resist, I stood still, quietly observing what my son was doing.
I watched how he stroked himself, letting his ringed fingers glide up and
down the short shaft.  His muscles started to stretch as his body went more
and more taut.  And his heavy breathing seemed to fill the entire room with
an erotic atmosphere.  He started gasping, taking shorter breaths, while
his stroking sped up.

Then he started moaning again.  His hand on his little penis was flying up
and down.  My heart seemed to be pounding in rhythm with his motion.  Thump
thump.  Thump thump.  I waited, watching.  Something warm and wet started
dripping down the inside of my leg.  Oh yes, this was quite the peep show!
I realized there was literally nothing in the universe that could tear me
away from the scene I was witnessing and what I knew my son was about to
do.  He was close.

His breath caught and I watched his little naked butt lift off the
mattress.  His feet twisted to the sides, his toes digging into the sheet.
I waited until I could tell he was right on the brink and then I made my
presence known.

"That looks like fun, baby," I said in a seductive voice.

Brandon's eyes snapped open, and he gasped in shock when he realized I was
standing next to his bed, watching him masturbate.  The sheer momentum of
his stroking was such that he kept moving even though I could tell he was
trying to stop.  But then his eyes opened wider and I realized he was
staring at my chest.  Glancing down, I noticed that my nipples were poking
through the fabric of my camisole.  I was so turned on, they were sticking
out over a centimeter.

"Mmmm, you like mommy's nipples?" I cooed, half-moaning the words.  Why was
I being the world's worst mother suddenly?  But I couldn't help it.
Something carnal had ahold of me.  My children were both aroused, and so
was I.  It was like the entire household had suddenly become possessed.

My son gasped again and then started moaning louder as he stared at my tits
and their nipples that were poking through the thin material of my nightie.
Flicking my eyes to his little boy cock again, I saw that he was still
going.  He had never stopped masturbating, despite his shock of discovering
I was there watching.  That made me smile.

Brandon cried out loudly, his body convulsing.  And just like that, his
orgasm started.  I watched his body writhe and churn on his bed.  He was
still stroking himself, faster than before.  I licked my lips, waiting for
the first spurt of cum to erupt from him.  But after five seconds, I
quickly realized that nothing was going to come out.

Oh!

The reality of what I was witnessing hit me hard, right between my legs.
My pussy pulsed so strongly with pleasure, I thought I was about to have an
orgasm while I stood next to my son masturbating on his bed.  He had just
had an orgasm... but he still hadn't reached puberty!  His little body
wasn't producing sperm yet.  And somehow, that fact made the scene even
more erotic to me.

Gradually, my son's stroking hand slowed and then stopped.  He was out of
breath, but still looking at my breasts.  I knew my nipples were clearly on
display.  His body shuddered and his eyes fluttered shut, but he quickly
forced them open again, resuming his gaping stare at my tits.  A shiver ran
all the way up my body, starting from my toes.  My pussy was dripping juice
down my thigh.  I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly.

Breathing heavily, I spoke softly to my son, "Get some sleep now."

He just stared at me dumbly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.  But he
still hadn't moved to cover himself.  His little penis was rapidly
softening, shrinking in on itself and bending over sideways.

Smiling at him, I whispered, "Don't worry, you're allowed to do that to
yourself, doll."  Then I walked toward his door.  When I reached it, I
looked back and saw that he was staring at me, but down low.  He had been
checking out my ass.  That sent yet another thrill through my already
over-charged body.  He never said a word as I left his room and pulled the
door closed behind me.

When I was in the hall again, I leaned against the wall and drew in several
deep, shuddering breaths.  My pussy was on fire, and everything else was
tingling, too.  God my body was hot!  I felt like I should be drenched in
sweat.

Suddenly remembering that my little girl was still lying naked in my bed, I
hurried back to her.