A story about Jonas, his twin brother Janosch and their mother Sabine.
All characters are of legal age.
Janosch & Jonas: 19 years old
Sabine: 35 years old
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Janosch and Jonas sat together on the couch and held controllers in their hands. The TV flickered on in bright colors and the background noise was omnipresent. Her mother looked at the two boys from the kitchen and shook her head slightly. She was a good-hearted woman who gave her boys everything she could. Her working husband was often on business trips, so she spent a lot of time with the two boys. Sabine did all sorts of things with them, apart from the normal family things, like going to the movies and restaurants together and the like. Sometimes she would also take part in her sons' more unusual hobbies such as role-playing. No perverts, but pen & paper.
Contrary to the clichΓ©d image that private broadcasters convey, neither Janosch nor Jonas were unsightly or unsportsmanlike. In addition to their somewhat nerdy hobbies, both did a lot of sport and were very clean.
The last Pen & Paper round was a few weeks ago and Sabine looked back fondly on it. As the "master" - or as the narrator - she had put her two boys and a few of their friends in a somewhat unusual situation. Both boys had had to send their characters to a red-light district to solve a case. Sabine was very happy about it describing the call girls and observing their sons' red heads. Unlike Janosch and Jonas, the boys' friends who also attended had asked for more information. Information that their sons didn't want to hear from their mother.
Either way, it was fun and Sabine wondered if they would do something together again soon. She was slowly preparing dinner and was thinking up some scenes that would embarrass her sons. But why actually? Why did Sabine enjoy embarrassing her two boys and why did it always have to be things related to sex? Presumably the current lack of sex life. In the evenings, Sabine often had her tablett on her lap and read lewd stories - often some that were ethically unacceptable and had to do with relatives having sex. She often read stories about sex between mother and son or daughter and father. Intergenerational sex fascinated her. But could she also imagine having sex with one of her sons?
And how she could. Such thoughts regularly came to her in the shower, bath or in bed. She was ashamed inside, but at the same time she assured herself that these were only harmless thoughts and that nothing was happening. At the same time, however, her lust and greed grew. Reading erotic stories was no substitute for real sex. Even if she did it herself, by hand or with some toys, it wasn't the same as having a man do it for her.
Sabine walked into the living room with a bite to eat and put it down on a small living room table. "Tell me - would you like to play another round tomorrow?" she asked her two sons. They only looked at each other for a very short moment, then they looked back at the television so as not to miss anything. During they continued to rape their controllers, Janosch replied: "Sure, why not. Unfortunately, the others aren't available. Is it okay if you just play with the two of us?" He wanted to know and only gave his mother a quick look. "Yes, of course!" She grabbed the plate she had brought and took one of the sandwiches. But before biting into it, she wanted to tell her two what it was all about. "I would send you back to the red-light district. Tatjana, who you met last time will get in touch with you to give you a few more details." Immediately Janosch and Jonas blushed and vividly remembered Tatjana.
A young woman with pale skin and large breasts. She had red hair - just like Sabine's - and wore dark eyeshadow and dark intense lipstick. Most recently, Sabine described the call girl while working with a man. The two boys had been visibly uncomfortable, but neither had ever asked them not to do such things. Even now they hadn't mentioned anything along those lines, so Sabine assumed it was okay.
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The next evening, Sabine had already prepared everything. She wrapped the living room in reddish light and a few incense sticks created a smoky atmosphere. Quiet swing music filled the environment and Sabine had even taken the liberty of putting on a more revealing outfit than when she was a call girl herself.