Author's Note: Trying something different with this one. It's almost pure horny instead of being romance or character driven, I'll say that right up front. All characters are, of course, over eighteen.
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Camila felt her usual excited, anxious tingles as her group got settled. Her living room contained several happily chatting women, all with a glass of wine in their hand or sat next to them. Most of the glasses had a sizeable dent put in them already, Camila's included. It was best to be a little warmed up for the conversation ahead.
Even as a professional therapist, Camila could never truly keep her emotions in check going into these group meetings. There was too much anticipation, too much nervous energy. It had gone very well so far for everyone involved, but they were all sharing very, very personal things.
And, of course, Camila really hadn't been professional in assembling the group in the first place. She was skirting lines as best as she very well could, only gathering women together with common interests and letting them divulge their secrets, but it was a flimsy ethical shield at best.
Still, it was too late to worry about that at this point. Much better to just enjoy the support and camaraderie of the group.
Camila cleared her throat, quickly gaining everyone's attention as they were all just as eager as she was to begin sharing.
"Thank you all for coming," Camila said. "And thank you for welcoming Lucy, our newest member."
Lucy blushed and waved shyly. She hadn't been to a meeting yet, and was clearly nervous and still a little disbelieving of it. The rest of the moms had been very open and friendly toward her. After all, she was one of them, and they were excited to find out about her experiences.
"I think we should begin, if no one has any objections?" Camila continued, pausing a moment and looking around.
A few faces nodded eagerly, others called eager assent.
Camila nodded and took a deep breath. "Good, well... let me start, shall I?"
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Camila's Story
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It had all started from my suspicions that my son and daughter were up to something. I believed they were sleeping together, to be blunt, though I rarely let myself actually think that of them. They'd always been such good kids, and what kind of mother was I anyway?
I was, however, entirely correct. I caught Jason and Maya in bed together one morning. I'd been looking for a chance to do so, if it presented itself. I needed to know for my own sanity, just to be sure. Though truly, if I was being honest, it had become a bit of an obsession by then. A fascination and a fantasy. I found myself shamefully masturbating just thinking about the two of them. Usually with each other, sometimes separately, sometimes... with me.
That was a hard thing for me to live with, as a mother. It made me feel horrible. But there was some vindication, and indeed some visceral pleasure in catching Jason and Maya that morning. They were both sleepy, rumpled, and very naked in his bed together. It made me confident I wasn't crazy, and it was fuel on an already dangerously active imagination.
Possibly my biggest surprise was how calm they were about the whole thing. Jason made a token protest about knocking first, which ordinarily I always would have, but neither really seemed to mind that much. They assumed they'd be found out sooner or later.
I really couldn't believe what was happening as they both got out of bed. I pictured something like the affairs in movies, where everyone tries to hide themselves and cover up, and there's a lot of shouting and tears. My kids, though, just stood up, still fully naked, and went about their morning, talking to me like nothing had happened.
I watched Jason get dressed, sorting himself out like he was in no hurry. Maya, the little scamp, gave me a big hug and batted her eyes at me.
"Sorry, we've been kind of naughty," she said.
Then she pranced away back to her room. She had my eyes on her backside the whole time, and I think she very well knew it.
It led to some serious soul searching afterward. No one prepares you for parenting anyway, but they definitely don't prepare you for what I was dealing with.
It got even more difficult as, on top of not being the slightest bit remorseful or apologetic, Jason and Maya became, dare I say it, somewhat flirty with me. They'd be openly intimate with each other now that I knew about them, but they included me as well. I really didn't know what to do with it. Other than, of course, having an even worse horniness problem to deal with, and spending even more time guiltily masturbating locked in my room.
I didn't always remember to actually lock the door, as I discovered. Maya waltzed in one day while I was half-naked, finger-deep in my pussy, and vibing my clit. She sat on the bed with me, chatted casually like it was any other mother and daughter time together, and kicked her bottoms off.
I didn't know what to do, I'd kind of frozen up really. Again, no one ever tries to prepare you for something like that happening.
Once Maya stated playing with herself next to me, all I could do was shrug and carry on doing the same. I masturbated with my daughter, and it was probably the hottest thing I'd ever done in my life. All my sexual encounters included in that list. And we hadn't even touched each other. It was... an intense revelation.
If my children weren't adults and capable of making their own decisions, that would have had to be the end of it. It should have ended before that, really. And it still should have. But it turned out I was not as firm in some of my convictions as I really should have been.
I caught the two of them at it shortly after that. They wanted me to catch them is my real suspicion. Maya's door was left peeking open, after all, and they're both more clever than to let that happen accidentally.
I watched them through the crack in the door for a moment, getting a sense of the situation, then decided the hell with it and pushed the door gently open.
Maya had her face and chest down on the bed with her perky little ass stuck up for her brother. He smiled at me while pounding her into the bed, that same roguishly charming, slightly evil grin that I used to get from their father when we were together. It was a smile that went straight to my clit.
Maya peered back at me as well, with her big, innocent eyes and cutely panting mouth. One could almost believe her to be a sweet and angelic little thing if not for how eagerly she presented herself to get railed by her brother.
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched. I couldn't believe I would do such a thing, but I did. Just sat and watched, and sometimes stroked Maya's hair. I was a tinge jealous of her, actually, as it had been quite some time since someone had fucked me like that. I was jealous of her getting fucked by her brother. It sounded horrible every time I thought of it, but no less true for all that. Fully admitting to it made me wickedly horny.
Jason came over Maya's ass, and for a brief time that became the new hottest thing I'd ever seen. The slut in me wanted to lick it back off while he fucked me. The mother in me wanted to leave and never think of any of it again. I did neither. I just sat there and let them pull me into bed.
Jason ate my pussy that time. He pulled my pants and panties off and licked me out. Maya snuggled with me and kissed me, trying to catch my lips but I wouldn't let her, not this time. I don't know why it even mattered. My son's tongue was all over my pussy, it wasn't like anything was going to make the situation worse.
"We were wondering how much you were snooping," Maya told me while watching her brother between my legs. "I'll admit, I didn't think you'd actually join us."
"I didn't," I said. "I shouldn't."
"Ha, yeah. Little late to protest now," Maya laughed.
She scooped some cum off her bum and offered it to me. Actually fed me my son's cum that he'd painted her ass with. And I sucked it off. I sucked my daughter's finger clean, and then some.
