The Breakfast Conversation

The Breakfast Conversation

by PaigeLynne

This story got its start based on a rumor about a gorgeous local television anchor a few years ago. A few weeks after the rumors started, she left the station and I never heard about her again. Needless to say, the names and characters here are fictional and they are all over the age of eighteen.

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"Mom, how much semen can a man produce in a day?" my daughter asked me out of the blue.

"What!?" I said, shocked and staring at her incredulously. I was stunned not only by her question, but by the fact that she chose to ask me with no warning just as I was sitting down at the family breakfast table. It was even more awkward because her younger brother Steven was walking into the room just as she said it.

"How much semen can a man produce in a day?" she repeated.

Now Steven was staring wide-eyed at her as well. An uncomfortable silence enveloped the room as both of us looked at my nineteen year-old daughter across the table. Heather sat quietly, scooping yogurt from a cup, her blue eyes locked on mine, awaiting an answer to her perverse question.

"Why would you ask me such a thing, Heather?" I said after a long pause. "That is certainly not an appropriate question."

Heather blinked, and then looked down bashfully; a red blush crept up from her neck until her cheeks were scarlet. I watched her carefully, trying to judge if her outrageous question was meant to anger me. She sat primly in her chair, her honey-blonde hair swept back from her face, her eyes sincere. Her behavior and question did not seem to be an attempt to make me angry but I was still flummoxed by her question and did not know how to respond at first.

I needed time to gather my composure and walked to the counter to fill my coffee cup. I looked out the floor length windows of our penthouse condo to the city skyline and Front Range beyond. It was going to be a beautiful day I thought, my flushed mind refusing to accept the sordid question my daughter had just posed to me over breakfast.

In the reflection of the windows, I could see our whole family assembled around the breakfast table. Heather sat at the table with her back to the windows. I noticed she was not dressed for class yet - she was wearing her favorite sleeping attire, a satin and lace peach sleep shirt. Her tanned legs peaked out below the mid-thigh length of the shirt. Heather was my pride and joy. Her conception had been a surprise, but she had always been a wonderful and curious child. She used to dote over her younger brother as they grew up. I knew she was a beautiful and confident young woman, albeit a bit sheltered from the real world problems of her peers.

Steven, my youngest child, had just turned eighteen. As usual he was wearing an old threadbare pair of pajama bottoms and cutoff t-shirt. Steven was roughly my height now, but still had the wiry body of a teenage boy. He slowly moved into the kitchen and sat at the table across from my normal seat. His light brown hair reminded me of his late father's. My son was a youthful and handsome boy.

I looked at my reflection. I was already dressed for work. My sweptback frosted blonde hair was shining in the early morning sun. I had not put in my contacts yet, so my green eyes peered out through my black-framed glasses. My colleagues always joked that the librarian had called and wanted her sexy glasses back. I was wearing a new satin white blouse and short black skirt combo that was now the de rigueur uniform of local television newswomen. You see, my name is Erin Morgan. I am the longtime late news television anchor for Channel 8 in Denver.

When viewing my reflection, I noticed that in the morning light, my new blouse was almost transparent and my bra was very noticeable. I reminded myself to make certain that my suit jacket was fully buttoned before we started the Nine O'Clock News broadcast tonight. I did not want video clips of me appearing in a see-through blouse on the internet - although I jokingly thought it might improve our ratings.

Looking back at the reflection, I smiled thinking that we looked like the perfect family; although I doubted that most families would talk about semen at the breakfast table. Steeling myself, I sat back down and looked pointedly at my daughter who had stopped eating her breakfast yogurt and was looking at me, waiting. Not sure how to respond, I snapped at her, surprising all of us at the table.

"You should be ashamed of asking such a dirty thing," I said. "Especially with your younger brother here." I looked over at Steven, who was also sitting quietly with a stunned look on his face.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't know he was in the kitchen," Heather said. She paused, trying to judge my reaction before continuing. "I didn't mean it in a dirty or naughty way, it was just something I was curious about because of a conversation I had with Cindy after class yesterday."

"And why were you and Cindy talking about ... umm ... that?" I asked, quickly glancing at Steven. I am not certain why a thirty-nine year-old professional woman should be afraid to say a word like semen, but I felt my heart begin to race a bit as the nature of the topic I was discussing with my only children began to fully form in my mind. "That is not a topic you should be discussing with anybody," I said to my daughter.

My daughter was now quiet. I realized my sharp rebuke had gone too far and now I felt sympathy for her. From her demeanor, I could tell she was uncomfortable in asking me her question, but still had the courage to do so. Still her question was so out of character for her, I could not fathom why she would ask such a thing. I looked again at my daughter, and slowly a slight smile formed on my face, trying to reassure her that I was not angry at her for raising such a topic over breakfast.

"I'm sorry, Heather," I said. "Your question just startled me, that's all. Why were you and Cindy discussing that...?” Again, I just could not say out loud what we were talking about. Heather looked up at me and then quickly at her younger brother.

"Well...Cindy said she caught her brother watching a dirty movie on his computer on Saturday night, and she said that in the movie the boy...ummm...sprayed a bunch of his ... umm ... stuff all over a lady's back, covering it. I didn't believe her."

Now I was even more embarrassed as I looked at my children sitting at the breakfast table staring back at me; seemingly waiting for an answer to a question that remained forbidden in my mind. As the uncomfortable silence continued, my professional training as a reporter finally kicked into gear, and I focused on the question itself rather than the uncomfortable atmosphere that pervaded my kitchen.

I was used to handling difficult and surprising situations in my job, and I convinced myself that my training and experience should allow me to shift my focus away from my embarrassment to my role as a single mother of my two children, so that I could answer my daughter quickly and truthfully in order to bring the conversation to an end. I was the adult at the table and knew that I needed to reassure my children that their mother was not afraid to discuss uncomfortable topics with them.

"Heather, I’m not certain what Cindy's brother was watching on his computer, but you must remember that...umm..porn is not real life. It’s just made up and exaggerates things. What Cindy saw and was telling you about is fake. Umm...I assure you that a boy couldn’t cover a lady's back in his...semen," I said.

As the words exited my mouth, I looked from Heather to my son, pausing just as I said the word "semen." His eyes opened wide as I gave my answer. I began to feel a slight tingling in my body as I looked at him.

"Really, mom?" Heather asked again. "I don't think Cindy was making things up."

"Heather, I don't mean that Cindy was making up things, I meant that in the, uh, film she saw, that was make believe. Men cannot ejaculate that much semen," I told her confidently.

"I think I remember reading once that the average amount of ejaculate is about 3.5 ml," I said. I didn’t tell her that this matched up with my memories of her late father's sperm production as well.

"How much is that?" she asked.

"Umm..I think that’s about a teaspoon or so..." I said. "So you can see that Cindy's brother's movie was just made up and not real life. The movie just exaggerated, that's all." I was confident I had addressed her question honestly and now hoped the conversation could come to an end.

At that point, I heard Steven cough, and looked over at him. He was staring at me, or more accurately he was staring at my chest. His eyes shifted quickly up to my eyes once he noticed I was looking at him.

"Is there something the matter Steven?" I asked him. Heather looked at her brother as well. The silence once again descended into the kitchen.

"Um..no mom, I mean, I guess not," Steven said quietly. This was unusual for Steven because he usually was very comfortable discussing all sorts of things around the breakfast table. I could tell by his posture that he wanted to tell me something, but for some reason was hesitant to do so. I pressed him further, not realizing what my prodding would ultimately lead to.

"Spit it out, honey." I said, brushing the stray blonde hair from my eyes. I peered at him over my eyeglasses and I could tell he was shifting in his seat uncomfortably. "I can tell you have something to say, so out with it!"

Steven's eyes were shifting all over the place now. Between my eyes to his sister, and then back to me with a quick glance down from my face to my chest. I could tell he was either embarrassed or uncomfortable with the topic being discussed by his mother and sister.

"Steven, you know I’ve always told you both that I want you to feel free to talk about anything with me. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed or scared to talk with me about whatever is on your mind, so go ahead."

Steven was not looking at my eyes again, but seemed focused elsewhere, looking downward and then quickly he looked back up at me. "I don't...I don't think that is true, mom," he finally said.

"What’s not true?" I said. I was confused, because I tried to be very clear that I wanted both he and his older sister to feel comfortable talking about anything with me.

"Umm...I don't think you were right about the amount of...uh..cum...I mean sperm, that a man produces." Steven stared at me sheepishly. I was taken aback by my young son's comment. Heather gasped as well.

"Steven! What have I told you about inappropriate language," I said. I could feel my cheeks starting to flush and the tingling in my body increased sharply at my young son's use of such a dirty word in my presence. By now I could tell that the conversation with my children had taken a turn into uncharted territory.

Raising Heather and Steven as a single mother, I tried to be a strong and confident woman, pursuing a difficult career and still spending as much time as I could with them even as my son and daughter grew older. Now with Heather in her first year at the local college and my son in his last year of high school, I wanted to make certain I did not neglect their needs and allowed them their freedom, but also prided myself in raising them with a mildly religious upbringing that was meant to shelter them from outside influences as well as provide them with a moral compass to guide them.

Heather had made me very proud when she received a full scholarship to the local Catholic university, and Steven was performing well in his high school grades and would likely follow his sister next year at the university. Still as a busy professional woman I sometimes forgot how quickly they had grown.

I could still fondly remember little Stevie hiding behind me with his small arms wrapped around my leg tightly whenever we would meet a new neighbor or a colleague would stop by our home. Heather was also shy as a young girl, but seemed to blossom once she reached high school and initially excelled on the swim team.

Unfortunately she was blessed, or cursed, with her mother's genes, and her body soon lost its streamlined contours as her breasts developed to match my own. By the time she graduated, with her voluptuous body robbing her of her swimming speed; her focus had shifted to her studies, and she excelled in all her classes like she had previously performed in the pool.

Steven was still somewhat shy, and although he had some close friends, most of his pursuits in high school were academic rather than athletic. He still liked to swim in our small rooftop pool. But I imagined that was more of a chance to try and compete and spend time with his older sister, whom he had always looked-up to and adored. After their father had died, and we moved around the country to different television markets, both of my children had been forced to spend much of their time together.

Still I tried to make certain, even with my late work schedule, that we could have breakfast together every morning. It was the one time of the day that I looked forward to more than any other. But with Heather spending much of her time at the university, I treasured our time together in the morning even more now. Which made the present conversation, as awkward as it was developing, something I knew I needed to pursue so that my children did not feel we could not talk about anything.

"Stevie, why do you think that I wasn’t telling the truth?" I blurted out. "I think it’s pretty well-established medically how much semen an average male can produce. I read up thoroughly on the topic when we broadcast that investigative report on the fertility clinic last year."

Now Heather was also looking intently at her brother as I pressed him with my questioning. I felt reassured that my authoritative response would wrap the conversation up quickly, but my son evidently had other ideas.

"Well, it just seems like a teaspoon is a rather small amount of cum for a guy," Steven finally said. Again I was taken aback by his use of the slang word for semen in my presence. He looked down at my chest before looking up to me again. I could tell he was embarrassed.

"I’m sorry mom, you always told us we could say anything to you, and well, semen sounds so old-fashioned of a word," he said.

"Okay, I guess I can let it slide while we discuss this...issue," I said. "But I still want to know why you think a teaspoon is a small amount of...umm...cum," I said, surprising myself that I was now repeating such a vulgar word in front of my two children.

The tingling in my body was electric, and for the first time I glanced down; noticing my nipples were erect and jutting through my bra and satin blouse. It dawned on me why my son had been staring at my chest - he was focused on my erect nipples. My mouth was dry and the electric charge in my body was now centered on the tips of my large breasts - pulsing with pleasure as I noticed my son once again glance down at my chest.

Steven looked up at my eyes again, questioningly. His eyes flitted to his sister, who had remained silent during the most recent exchange. "Yeah, Stevie what are you mumbling about," she said across the table.

"Uh, I mean...well...that seems like a small amount ... in ... um ... my ... uh ... experience," he stated. Now he was looking down in his lap. The room was silent, as both his sister and I began to grasp what he was trying to say. The tension in the room was now undeniable.

"Oh," I gasped, "Well...what in your...personal experience...do you believe is the amount of ... cum... a boy can produce?"

I shocked myself with the question and how I framed it. I was now freely using the vulgar term for semen and had switched from using "man" to "boy" in asking my son the question. "Why did I do that?" I thought. I am so careful in my questioning, and realized I had unconsciously asked my son the question in that particular manner because I suddenly was curious to know how much cum that he produced!

I was stunned as that realization hit me, but my body was now on fire with sexual tension. Looking across at Steven I could see that he was floored with my question and his eyes were wide open and locked on my mine, between the repeated moments he glanced down at my turgid nipples with laser-like intensity.

Heather coughed at my questioning of her brother. "Mom, how can you ask Stevie THAT?" Heather said.

"What do you mean, honey?" I said. "I just wanted to know how your little brother is so sure about the amount of cum that a boy can produce, I thought that was what you originally asked me, and your brother disagreed with my answer. So, I believe it is only fair that he explain to me why I was so wrong, when medical science clearly supports my answer."

"But mom, you are basically asking Stevie how much ... um ... cum ... shoots from his wiener!" Heather said, her face flush with excitement at using such words in front of her mother. In the process she unknowingly moved the conversation into even further forbidden territory.

I had a slight smile on my face as I responded to her, laughing inside at the sweet childlike phrase she used to describe her brother's penis while also using such a vulgar phrase as "shooting cum" in the same sentence. As a proper mother, I should have put the conversation to an end at that point, but by now both my nipples and pussy were pulsing with an intensity I had not felt in years.

Stevie was stunned by the turn that the conversation had taken. He looked back and forth between his sister, my breasts, and my eyes - each time his eyes lingering on my breasts longer than the last. At this point, I could not stop the feelings coursing through my body. I had not been this sexually aroused since I had begun dating their father so many years ago. I felt like a horny teenager and was amazed how much I was enjoying the forbidden thrill of it all.

Without realizing it, I took a deep breath and my breasts jutted further out from my body, pointing towards my eighteen year-old's wonder-filled eyes as my young boy now freely gawked at my boobs. I had no clue where this conversation was leading, but I knew I did not want it to end.

"Honey, how could you say that? I wasn’t asking Stevie how much cum shoots out of his wiener!" I said, repeating her childlike word with a knowing smile

"I was simply asking your younger brother how he was so certain that a boy could shoot more cum from his ... cock ... than what I had read. I’m sure that Stevie's wiener is quite normal in the amount of cum that shoots out of it."

I looked back at Heather bemusedly, relishing in her shock at my "upping the ante" with the amount of vulgar language I was using in front of my children. I noticed that when I said the word "cock" both of my children looked flushed and amazed that I was using such language in front of them. They had never heard me use such a dirty word before, and I was enjoying the pleasure I was receiving in shocking them with my vulgarity.

The truth was I had never so much as cursed around my children before that morning. In fact, sexuality is the one topic that I had tried very hard to shelter both of them from. I was not certain why I had done so, probably because of my fears that they could go astray and get into trouble without having two parents to guide them. I did not think I was being a prude in sheltering them, but now I wondered if by refusing to discuss sex with my children, I had kept a wall between us. Regardless, my mind raced with excitement now that the taboo topic of my son's cum had been broached.

I looked back at my daughter and saw that she was breathing heavily too - her firm breasts were rapidly rising and falling as she sat dumfounded. I was happy to see that like my own, her breasts were now capped with two jutting nipples protruding from her thin sleep shirt. Obviously our taboo discussion had aroused my daughter as well.

A quick look at Stevie showed a glazed look in his eyes, which were now darting between my tits and his sister's. My young son was now getting his fill of seeing what two aroused women looked like and I was happy to encourage his wandering eyes; making certain that my arms and hands did not obscure his view of his mother's excited tits.

I was also glad that by happenstance I had chosen to wear such a sheer blouse to the breakfast table this morning. My thin lacy bra was very visible now and I wondered if my son could see my dark areola though the flimsy material covering my breasts. In my racing perverse mind, I hoped he could. Every young boy should be able to see his mother's breasts, especially if she was openly talking about her son's cock and the creamy cum he produced. Our conversation continued unabated and I looked back to my sexually aroused daughter, hoping to egg her on more.

"Honey, you were the one that asked how much cum could squirt out of a boy's cock," I said. "Aren't you the least bit curious about why your brother claims a boy like himself can shoot more cum than I told you?"

Again, I was very specific in steering the subject of our discussion away from just a random man ejaculating to a specific mention of my son's own cum. I felt more and more elated that I was turning the conversation into a direction that I would never have thought I was capable of only a few short minutes earlier. I was now openly discussing my son's cock and his cum; partly to shock my children further, but also because I was now enveloped in a sexual buzz and wanted to see if I could encourage my children to press the topic further.

"Stevie, if you are so certain a boy's penis can produce so much more semen, what do you believe is a more accurate amount of cum that would squirt from that boy's penis when he ejaculates?" I said to my stunned son. "You can tell your mommy and older sister." I stared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Mom...um...I don't know what to say, this is a weird discussion to be having with your mom and sister. I mean isn't this a bad thing to be discussing with you?" Steven pleaded. I smiled at him knowing I had no intention of letting him off easy now that I was filled with a sexual charge that needed quenching.

"Nonsense," I said. "I’ve always told you we can discuss anything and I guess, as your mom, I am now including sexual topics in the equation. Sexual topics are now free to be discussed whenever either of you want. I know we’ve always tried to keep such things private in the past, but that seems silly now that you are both young adults."

"So I want you both to be free to say anything you want about sex around me, and while we’re at it, I think it’s important we are all free to use whatever words we want when discussing the subject, so you can use whatever word you want, even the ones you think may be naughty...like cum, or...um...jism, or prick or cock..." I said, lingering on each word to gauge my son's response to hearing his mother use such "filthy" language.

"Mom, this is crazy," Heather said unconvincingly. But I could see she was just as enthralled with our conversation as me. She was now looking at her brother through half-lidded eyes with what I recognized as unfocused lust. For the first time I noticed she kept glancing at her brother's lap, which I could not see from where I was sitting at the kitchen table.

It occurred to me that if I was aroused and my daughter was aroused, then my young son was also likely sexually aroused - which meant his penis was probably hard as well. I wondered what Heather could see from her vantage point? Could she see her brother's hard prick? I had not seen my son's penis in years. My arousal spurred me on to take the conversation another step.

"So, now that the ground rules are clear, Stevie. Why don't you just tell your mommy and sister how much cum you can shoot from your cock?"

‘There,’ I thought, ‘I actually said it, the last wall had fallen; now there was no question about what we were talking about- my son's young cock.’ I no longer cared how the conversation started or whether my daughter's original question was from her simple curiosity. Now I wanted both my daughter and I to openly discuss Steven's cock and the loads of cum I was imagining he could launch from his young prick.

I wondered what all my viewers would think if they heard their prim and proper news anchor talking to her children about her son's cock. A thrill rippled through my body as I now fully grasped the taboo nature of our conversation and the fact that my arousal was clearly heightened by the incestuous and forbidden manner in which I was now encouraging both my daughter and I to think about my son's cock in such a gloriously pornographic manner. I wished that I had one of our station's video cameras so that I could have filmed this morning's surprising conversation, if only to be able to relive my sexual fog in the future. I imagined some of my viewers would have loved to see and hear me, their beautiful and proper news anchor, guiding my children in such a forbidden sexual discussion around our breakfast table.

My son was stunned and was obviously very aroused by the conversation. I can't believe many young boys have ever been asked such a forbidden question about their cock by their mother, but by now I think he realized I was not going to drop the subject without an answer from him.

As the sexual tension mounted, Steven continually gazed around the kitchen, seemingly looking for something, and in the process he continued to take quick glances at his mother's and sister's heaving breasts. I watched as he looked at the table in front of his sister, nodded his head towards her, and then mumbled something I could not hear clearly.

"What did you say, honey? I asked him.

"Uh...I guess about as much as Heather's yogurt cup," he said. We were all now looking at the nearly empty container of Heather's breakfast yogurt sitting in front of her. The spoon sitting next to it still contained remnants of her creamy meal. Now I was confused, I assumed he was kidding me and just wanted to give me an answer so I would drop the sexual interrogation I was conducting of my son's ejaculation prowess.

I swiftly reached my arm across the table grabbing the container and looked at its label closely. Looking back at Steven I smiled, knowingly.

"Very funny son, the plastic cup says it contains close to 200ml," I laughed. "Are you trying to tell your sister and me that your penis can squirt out as much cum as that of forty men? Nice try sweetheart."

My son winced at my joking tone and stood up from his seat, grabbing the cup from my hand, spilling some if its creamy contents. I barely noticed the mess as I looked up at my son.

"I don't know mom, I was just trying to answer your question and this looks close, I just know that I can shoot a lot of cum from my dick every morning. A lot more than a teaspoon, anyway," he said.

I was silent now, surprised at his reaction and how certain he was. I was just beginning to contemplate that my son was telling me he came in unbelievable quantities every morning, when I heard my daughter gasp.

"Oh my god, mom! Stevie's wiener is sticking out from his pajamas," she said in a husky voice.

I looked across at my young son, and there was his hard penis, pointing up angrily at me, sticking through the fly of his pajamas. I gasped as well, because Steven's penis was not only very hard, but it was also long and thick, with a plum sized head that was dripping with pre-cum. It was pulsing and jutting upwards like a fleshy battering ram. I stared with an open mouth at my son's huge cock for the first time, and I could feel my pussy gush with moisture.

Steven looked down and quickly tried to hide his penis from his staring sister and mother, to no avail. When he grabbed his pajama bottoms and tried to shove his engorged penis back inside, the front snap unclasped and the loose pants fell to the ground. Now I could see not only his huge cock, but the pair of large testicles that hung below. They looked unusually large and swollen and I had a fleeting thought, wondering how much cum was trapped in my son's balls right now as he stood only three feet in front of my face.

Steven remained frozen still in just his cutoff T-shirt, his eyes closed shut in embarrassment with his hands now to his sides; allowing his mother's and sister's eyes to feast on the unfettered view of his swaying hard cock that he was providing us. I heard, but did not see my daughter stand up from her chair. My eyes were locked on my son's cock and I could not look away. I heard both my children's breathing; Heather's was rapid and rushed like she could not catch her breath.

My son's was deeper, and with each breath his cock pulsed and throbbed at my face. It looked so hard and long, harder and longer than any cock I had ever seen. From where he was standing it stuck out at a forty-five degree angle, swaying over the breakfast table. A quick glance up showed that my son had opened his eyes and was now staring at my breasts again. Somehow the top two buttons on my blouse had opened when I grabbed the yogurt cup, giving my son a nice glimpse of the deep cleavage between my quivering breasts.

Heather had now moved close to her younger brother, staring and enraptured by the huge penis before her. I glanced at her and we both locked eyes, hers were filled with wonder. A giddy smile formed on her face, which I mirrored. I looked across at my two beautiful children.

My son nearly naked with a huge cock jutting from his midsection, and his older sister standing near him, staring at his cock in delight. Her breasts, which were nearly as large as my own, were jiggling and swaying in her sleep shirt, her nipples hard and protruding from the soft material. I could tell she was not wearing a bra and I wished I was not either, my tits felt trapped inside my blouse now, even though it was flimsy and struggling to contain my heaving breasts.

"Mommy, your nipples look so hard," Heather said. I smiled and said, "So do yours, honey."

Looking at Heather and then down at my son's cock, I said, "I think we’re just both excited to see Stevie's big penis for the first time." Heather smiled and nodded and then looked back down at her brother's cock again. A shiver went through me as I saw her lick her lips as she stared at the boy's huge penis. Steven remained quiet and I looked up from his throbbing cock.

"Honey, your cock is beautiful," I told him. He looked up from my breasts and I smiled at him. "It’s so long and thick. I’m so shocked that my baby boy has such a huge and mouthwatering cock."

Every time I said the word cock, Steven's penis pulsed and the large head became even more engorged. It was a deep reddish purple along the large ridge where the head met the shaft of his prick. From the eye at its tip, bubbled a clear shiny liquid I knew was my son's pre-cum. With every pulse of his cock, more dribbled out until it began to fall with a wet splat on the kitchen table.

My son made no further attempt to cover his cock. His prick loomed over the table, throbbing and swaying before my enraptured eyes. Steven was staring back at me, watching me closely as I stared at his huge cock. It was almost as if he wanted to show his naked penis to his mother. I had not seen his penis for such a long time, and now I realized the danger that the incest taboo was meant to protect against - a mother's deep-rooted lust for her son's cock.

Seeing my son's now fully-grown cock for the first time, I knew I had never felt so sexually alive in my life. I also knew that I would never feel such unabated lust for a cock again. My son's cock was perfect to me and I no longer cared if I ever saw another one. I was certain he could see the hunger in my eyes as I continued to stare at the huge purple helmet of his cock throbbing and pulsing just a short distance from my face. I licked my lips unconsciously, and Steven's cock pulsed as he noticed.

"Mommy, his...cock...is dripping something. Is Stevie's cumming?" Heather asked.

I pulled my eyes from my son's cock to look at his surprised sister, realizing that my sheltered daughter had likely never seen an erect penis, and probably never seen one dripping pre-cum in such an impressive flow as her brother's cock. It continued to pulse a steady stream of fluid onto the table before us. I was amazed at my son's dick; it almost looked like he was peeing given the volume of fluid dripping on the table.

"No baby, I think Stevie is just really excited at showing us his penis. Isn't that right?" I said to my son. I winked at my boy and he shyly nodded back.

"His cock is so happy to meet us that it’s just dripping out lots of Stevie's pre-cum. But I never knew so much could squirt out." I looked at my children like a proud mother.

"Heather, we’re so lucky. Stevie's big cock is just wonderful – it’s so thick and hard, and his cockhead is huge. I have a feeling that your baby brother has wanted to show us what a big cock he has for a really long time."

As I said this, I felt a splash on my hand; looking down I was surprised to see some of my son's pre-cum had launched nearly two feet across the table to the back of my waiting hand. It was not much, most of the stream had landed on the table, but what touched my hand was hot and slippery on my knuckles. My daughter and son were also looking intently at my hand, and I heard Stevie groan excitedly.

"Honey, you splashed me," I said laughingly. Stevie laughed back and his cock throbbed, launching another splash towards me.

I pulled my hand back avoiding the new volley. But for the first time I noticed the yogurt that Stevie had spilled earlier. It was pooled on my arm and wrist and was beginning to dry. Without thinking, I lifted my forearm and licked the yogurt into my waiting mouth, moving my lips and tongue to my wrist to clean the spilled globules. I looked like a contented cat cleaning her paws. The yogurt was my daughter's favorite variety and the raspberry flavor was sweet on my tongue.

Finishing up, my tongue suddenly encountered a new flavor; it was salty and slightly bitter. A shudder ran through my spine, as I pulled my hand away and realized that my son's pre-cum had run down my hand and that I had inadvertently ingested it. I looked up at my children who were now staring at me with wide eyes. I could still taste and feel my son's pre-cum on my tongue and lips. I licked my lips, and I could hear a contented sigh exit my mouth.

"Mom, did you just eat Stevie's ... pre-cum?" my daughter asked. Looking at my hand I saw there were still remnants of my son's slippery offering, but I had clearly licked some of it into my mouth. The flavor was wild, exploding on my taste buds, and pleasure ran from my breasts to my now sopping wet pussy. Not only were we both looking at my son's massive cock and talking about his cum, but now I had also taken some into my mouth. I could not lie; both of my children had witnessed the forbidden act.

"Yes, I did honey, on accident," I admitted to them.

"Isn't it gross and yucky," Heather squealed. I looked at Steven and he was staring at my mouth with an intensity I had never seen, but his eyes also looked worried, as though he thought that somehow I would be angry with him.

"No honey, it’s not gross. In fact," I paused, looking at my son, "I think it tastes delicious."

I was surprised by my candid response, because truth be told, this was the first time I had tasted the substance. My late husband was not very adventurous in bed and though I would not have been averse to swallowing my husband's semen, he never asked me to. Whenever we had engaged in oral sex, his semen ended up in my hand or sometimes on my chest, but never in my stomach. Now, for the first time in my life, I had tasted cum and it was my eighteen year-old son's.

"I don't believe you mom, it comes out of the same place Stevie pees," my daughter replied.

"Look honey, it’s not gross, honest. It tastes a bit salty and slightly sweet," I said. "Besides, I’ve read on the internet that it’s also supposed to be nutritious," I added, like I was discussing a new health food. Then I surprised them both when I raised my hand and slowly licked all of the remaining pre-cum into my mouth, slurping the clear runny liquid into my now starving mouth.

"Mmmm," I smiled, looking into Stevie's eyes, "it tastes, yummy." I heard a wet splat, and saw my son's cock had launched more pre-cum onto the table. I took my hand and dipped two fingers into the still warm liquid pooling on the table, trying to collect as much of the substance I could onto my fingers. I raised my hand and with a flourish sucked my pre-cum covered fingers into my mouth, suddenly both craving and relishing the spend that my son's cock was ejecting.

"Mmmm...thank you for the treat, honey," I said to my son, while my daughter watched me lick the remaining liquid into my mouth. I smiled at them both, my lips shiny with my son's pre-jism.

"Mom you look so sexy doing that, do you really like it?" my son asked, his eyes beaming at me. I smiled back at him, and then looked down at his cock, which looked even longer and harder now, its large head pulsing repeatedly with a constant dripping of pre-cum from the slit at the end.

"Baby, your cockjuice is wonderful, I know it’s probably a bit naughty but your mommy loves the taste of it so much," I said, emphasizing the word "mommy" for my son. I repeated the action of scooping the fluid from the table and licking the pre-cum into my mouth - the more I tasted it the sweeter and more delicious it tasted to me. I also knew that I was enjoying it even more because it came from my young son's cock. The forbidden thrill of a mother enjoying her son's cockjuice was nearly overwhelming to me.

"Let me try some," I heard my daughter whisper. I watched as she tentatively stuck one finger into a pool of her brother's juice, and then slowly lifted it to her face. She sniffed the fluid and then brought it to her mouth, her pink lips opening and her tongue reaching out to lick some of the slippery fluid into her mouth. I smiled at her, realizing that she was also tasting cockjuice for the first time. Her brow furrowed for a bit as she thought about it. Then she looked at me and smiled.

"It does taste kinda yummy, mom," she said, "I want some more." Heather was reaching down to the table when she noticed how much of the fluid was dripping from the end of her brother's cock. Her hand changed direction and her fingers wrapped around the tip of his cock instead; squeezing a large pool of pre-cum into her other hand cupped below his cockhead. She lifted the pooling liquid to her mouth and slurped it in, her other hand remaining on her brother's cock.

Stevie groaned in pleasure, feeling his sister's hand on the end of his penis for the first time. I smiled at them both, realizing that the situation was out of control and not caring at all. I was reveling in the incestuous acts we were now engaged in without any regrets.

I leaned across the table, my face inches away from the end of my son's cock. My blouse had dropped open so wide that my son could see my entire bra-covered tits dangling down if he looked. I heard him groan louder and guessed that he had noticed my exposed tits. I reached up with one hand and undid two more buttons, giving him an even better view. I could now smell the manly aroma of his cock and was enthralled by its size. My daughter's hand looked so small compared to my son's cock.

"How does your brother's big cock feel, Heather," I asked. My daughter had been so focused on licking the remnants of Stevie's cockjuice from her palm, she had not realized her other hand was still wrapped around the end of his cock.

Looking down at me, she said, "It’s hot and feels so hard, but it’s so soft too. It feels wonderful mom."

"I bet it does, honey. It looks so big and thick in your hand. Is this the first cock you have felt?" She nodded. "Wow! I’m happy your first was your little brother's. I’m so glad Stevie is letting you play with his cock," I said.

Neither of us were speaking directly to Steven, we were both so enthralled with his cock. I watched closely as Heather softly squeezed his cockhead. Stevie gasped and groaned in pleasure. I saw his piss-hole open and a stream of pre-cum launched from his prick. I opened my mouth and the stream of slippery cockjuice sprayed into my waiting mouth, onto my tongue, across my lip, and down my chin.

"Wow, mom, he squirted right into your mouth," Heather shouted. Before I could respond, she squeezed his cockhead again, Stevie sighed loudly, and an even larger stream of pre-cum sprayed across my tongue. The intense flavor of my son's cockjuice triggered a series of small orgasms in my soaking pussy.

I looked up at both my children, Steven was blissfully staring at me in pleasure and Heather was giddy with excitement. For their enjoyment and mine, I opened my mouth so they could both see Stevie's pre-cum pooled on my tongue. I made a show of swallowing it all down, absolutely loving the taboo flavor of it. I then opened my mouth, showing them both that I had eaten all of the delicious cockjuice they had provided me.

I wondered if anyone was watching us now through the windows of our condo. The perverse scene of the award-winning number one television anchor and mother of the year candidate spread across her kitchen table, mouth inches from her son's huge cock, while her daughter milked the boy's cockjuice into her waiting mouth.

"My god, baby, you taste so delicious, do you have any more for your mommy in that huge cock of yours," I purred up at my son.

Leaning in further, I kissed the end of his cock with my soft lips, then slowly licked his piss-hole to gather more of the fluid into my mouth. Steven was groaning and I felt him shiver as he saw his mother's lips on his cock for the first time in his life. I was rewarded with another large squirt of cockjuice directly into my mouth, this stream tasted saltier and almost a bit creamy in texture.

I placed my mouth over the very tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head as I slurped up the fluid streaming from his cock. I was in absolute heaven. This morning when I woke up I would have never dreamed that in a few short moments I would be sucking on the end of my son's cock at the breakfast table, but now it felt like the most natural thing in the world for a loving mother to do for her baby boy.

I looked back up at my children as I suckled on the end of my son's prick. Stevie had a dreamy look in his eyes as he watched me. His sister was smiling down at me, happy and in awe as I slurped up the pre-cum from her younger brother's cock. I don't think I ever remembered my children as happy and content as they were right now. The sexual haze enveloping our family was clearly based on love and I knew that no matter what the rest of the world might think of this forbidden act between a mother and her children, Steven and Heather would never stop loving me or each other.

"Let me feed you some more, mom, you look so hungry," Heather said, smiling and winking at me. She moved her hand back further on Stevie's cock head and squeezed it softly but repeatedly, her fingers cradling her brother's long cock to allow me to continue to suckle and slurp on his prick.

Steven was sighing and groaning now constantly, and I could feel him flex his cock rhythmically as his sister softly played with it; all the while I continued to suck up his cockjuice. I wondered if this was a dream come true for him, to have is beautiful news anchor mother suckling on his cock, while his gorgeous older sister fondled it.

"Thank you honey," I said to my daughter between swallows of my son's cockjuice, "I think I may have found my favorite breakfast meal of all time. Stevie is it okay if your mommy wants to eat your delicious pre-cum for breakfast?"

My young son opened his eyes and looked down at me, smiling, and nodding in pleasure. "Oh god, mom, you look so beautiful right now, doesn't she sis? I love that I can see your breasts and hard nipples."

"My cock has been hard and tingling since you first started talking about cum, sis," he said, "and then I noticed both mom's and your nipples were so hard and big, I thought I was going to have to go in my room and play with myself." Steven continued on, confirming what I had surmised after he failed to hide his hard cock from me when it first stuck out of his pajamas.

"I was so happy and scared when my cock popped out 'cause I have always fantasized about showing it to you both," he said looking deeply into my eyes.

I took my mouth from the end of his prick. "Well I’m really glad that your cock decided to surprise your mommy this morning," I giggled, "Tell you what, from now on, I don't think you need to wear your pajamas to the breakfast table, I think your sister and I would love to see your huge cock every morning."

Both of my children smiled at me. "And since Stevie and his big prick like our breasts so much, I think it’s only fair that his mom and sister stop wearing bras around the house, right Stevie?" My son's smile grew wider and I kissed and licked the end of his cock some more.

"But mom, I’m not wearing a bra this morning," Heather said, grinning and sticking her chest out for both her brother and I to see.

"I know honey, and your tits look amazing, especially when your nipples are so hard and erect like they are now," I replied. "I bet your brother loves seeing his big sister's boobs, just like he loves seeing my tits."

"I love both of your tits," my son said, "but mom I wish you weren’t wearing a bra now, I would love to be able to see your nipples in your nice dress shirts when you go to work."

I kissed his cock again and laughed. "I bet you would, honey, but bras are meant to hide a proper mother's tits from her horny son's prying eyes, plus I don't think it would be appropriate for your mother to be in a see-through blouse so her nipples were showing on the Nine O'Clock News," I said.

"Tell you what though," I said after sucking another stream of pre-cum from the tip of my son's penis, "I will dress up for work every morning, and if you are good at school, I won't wear a bra at the breakfast table, okay honey?"

Kissing his cock again, I said, "As long as you promise not wear anything to cover this beautiful cock from your sister and me. Do we have a deal, baby?" Both my children were smiling at me as we all realized that today's event would not be a one-time thing.

"Heather, would you like to kiss your brother's beautiful cock?" I said as I backed away from my son and stood up. "I bet your brother has always wanted to see his gorgeous older sister with his huge cock in her mouth." Heather was grinning like I had just given her the Christmas present she had always wanted.

As I stood before him, Stevie's eyes were focused on my breasts, which were now completely hanging free in my unbuttoned blouse. My delicate lace bra was quite see-through and I knew my son could probably see the dark circles surrounding my nipples for the first time. I took a deep breath, and my blouse opened further, providing my son with an unfettered view of my DD breasts through my lacy bra.

"Mom, your tits are so beautiful, I really wish you’d wear a see-through blouse without a bra on the news one night, it would be amazing and my cock would be so hard watching you on the TV." I chuckled lovingly at my son's perverse suggestion, shaking my breasts at him so they jiggled and swayed before his thunderstruck eyes.

Without any further encouragement, Heather was now bending over the table, her large breasts hanging free and rubbing on the table top. I noticed her sleep shirt was soaking up the remaining cockjuice on the table, making it partially transparent wherever it touched her brother's fluids. Her thick pink nipples and dark areolas were now becoming visible.

Heather's dainty hand was wrapped around the thick shaft of her brother's cock and she quickly moved her mouth to the engorged head of his prick. Mimicking my earlier actions, I watched as my beautiful daughter began to first kiss, then lick, and then finally suck on the end of her brother's cock. The sight filled me with delight, knowing she appeared to love the taste of his forbidden cockmeat as much as I did. Stevie's eyes were closed in pleasure as his sister nursed on his cock.

I was amazed my family was falling deeper in the thrall of sexual depravity but as I watched the obscene tableau before me, I knew that we all must have had deep-seated fantasies regarding each other that had lurked beneath the surface. The conversation this morning had just allowed them to burst to the fore in an unexpected and amazing flurry.

I guess every single mother is worried that her children will have difficulties when growing up without a father, but watching the loving manner in which my daughter was feasting on her younger brother's cock, I decided that there was no greater love a family could provide each other than what I was seeing in my kitchen now. I truly believed that our sordid actions this morning were not perverse or unseemly but were really nothing more than an extension of our close family love into a new direction. I wanted nothing more than to give my children the pleasure they desired, no matter how forbidden it may seem to the rest of the world.

As I watched Heather continue to lick and suckle Stevie's dick, I began to think of a wonderful surprise for my son, one that would likely give him even more pleasure. While his eyes remained closed I slipped my blouse off silently. I reached behind and unhooked my bra, tossing it aside. My naked breasts felt wonderful now that they were free from their frilly confinement. Smiling to myself, I quickly put my blouse back on, buttoning all but the top two buttons. After tucking in my blouse, I turned and looked at my reflection in the windows.

At first glance, I still looked presentable, like I was ready for my nightly broadcast. My blonde hair surprisingly still looked perfectly coifed, and while my lipstick would need retouching, my light makeup was fine as well. I looked like a model newscaster, waiting for the camera. Though I did not normally wear my glasses during the nightly news, they gave me an aura of sexy sophistication right now. But what really drew my attention was that my blouse was now so clinging without a bra on, my large breasts were visible to anyone who looked, and my areolas and hard nipples were so prominent that I looked obscene. I felt so hot and desirable right now - a perverted newsbabe come to life.

In the reflection I could see my children continuing their sexual play, and I felt a perverse pride that it was me, their mother, that had led them to this point. I wondered how many other single mothers in the city had encouraged their children to explore their sexuality in such an open and forbidden manner.

‘Had any of my female colleagues at the station or my competing news anchors ever seen or tasted the forbidden flesh of their sons' cocks,’ I thought.

I laughed, imaging a conference in which all my prim and proper newswomen friends sat around discussing the length of their sons' cocks and comparing the taste of their cum, like we were discussing a fine wine. Maybe I should prepare an undercover investigation report for sweeps week: "Your Favorite Newswomen and the Forbidden Cocks They Love." I smiled with outrageous thoughts racing through my mind.

I quietly walked back towards my children, watching my son's face strain in pleasure from the exquisite things his sister's lips and tongue were doing to his penis. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since I first saw my son's hard cock and I was amazed that he had not actually cum yet.

I sat down across from my children. Heather looked at me and then down to my breasts, she backed away from her brother's cock, but still cradled it in her warm hand. Her lips were shiny with the residue of her brother's pre-cum.

"Oh god, mother, you look gorgeous and so sexy," Heather said. "Stevie look at mommy now."

My son slowly opened his eyes and gazed at me openly. His eyes focused on my face, and I smiled at him. His eyes slowly left my face and drifted downward. He groaned out loud when he saw my naked breasts under my blouse. His cock lurched in his sister's hand, and a large stream of pre-cum sprayed and covered the breakfast table.

"Oh my god mom, I always wanted to see you dressed like this, you don't know how many times I dreamed of being able see your breasts. They’re fantastic, I love your huge tits and your nipples are so thick and long."

I laughed at my boy as he sat feasting on his first view my breasts through my sheer blouse. "Heather, I think your little brother is a breast man." Heather giggled at me, and then squeezed her brother's cock again. "I don't think I can call him my "little" brother any more after he let me play with this gorgeous big wiener of his." I loved that she was still playfully referring to his cock with such a childish name. Steven laughed too and then looked at his sister.

"Sis, your tits look as amazing as mom's, I can see your nipples now and they look almost as thick and long as hers. I can't believe what I am seeing this morning," Steven said.

Heather looked at her breasts and the noticed how see-through her sleep shirt had become. "Oh my, mother look at me," she said proudly, "Stevie's cockjuice is all over my breasts."

"That's okay honey, cockjuice is good for your skin," I joked. "But your brother is right, you have gorgeous breasts. They look so big and firm and your nipples match your mommy's. I bet they’re as sensitive as mine too."

I reached over and tweaked Heather's nipples, and she groaned in pleasure. She reached across at me and pinched my nipples in reply, smiling shyly as she fondled my boobs in front of her brother.

"Man that is so hot, I think my dick is getting even harder watching you two play with each other's tits," Steven said, "Mom, you’re right, I am a tit man, but especially when it comes to seeing my mom's and my big sis's boobs. Wow, what a sight to see in the morning. I must be dreaming."

"Well if your big sister and I are going to keep your huge cock providing us with our breakfast fun, we may have to play with each other’s tits more in the future," I said to my son.

"Speaking of which, if I remember correctly, this morning started with your sister asking how much semen a man could produce, and although I’m stunned by how much pre-cum has been dripping from your cock for the last fifteen minutes, I still don't believe your cock can shoot as much cum as you claimed earlier," I said, challenging my young son.

"Yeah Stevie, let's see that sexy cock of yours in action, mommy and I want to see it squirt," his sister said, egging him on. Heather was now freely enjoying the sexual banter with her brother.

We were all staring down at his huge cock now, waiting. I swear it looked like it had grown another inch since I first saw it, but it was so thick and throbbing now that I knew Stevie's cock was close to exploding. How could it not be after his mom and sister had nursed on it for so long? My son was smiling at us, loving the fact that his sister and mom were staring in rapt anticipation at his large cock.

"Okay here goes, you asked for it," he replied. He began to slowly stroke his cock, picking up speed as he watched us. "With you guys watching, it won't be long."

I was smiling at my son as his pace picked up. His sister had dropped to her knees by his side, leaning her face close to the side of his prick. Her warm breath was caressing her brother's cock. I knew I would remember this moment for the rest of my life, my young son stroking his huge cock while his older sister and I watched.

"Wait a second honey," I said before reaching around to the kitchen counter to grab my cell phone. I pointed the phone's camera, framing a full body shot of my son as he stroked his massive cock, with his adoring sister kneeing right next to his dick.

"Smile," I grinned at them, as they both noticed what I was doing. Steven had a bemused grin on his face. Heather slightly turned her head, smiling broadly, while her eyes remained locked on Steven's penis. I clicked the camera and was amazed how gorgeous my children looked in my perverted photo. "One more, you too," I chirped at them, like a proud mother taking family photos at a birthday party.

"Honey, this time why don't you kiss your brother's cock." Both my children grinned at me and Heather leaned in kissing the giant purple helmet while her brother continued to stroke. I took another perverted photo.

"Mmmm...Stevie your cock tastes so good," Heather said, as her pink tongue licked the end of his prick. Pulling back, a stream of pre-cum stretched between his cockhead and her lips.

"Smile, Heather!" I took another photo.

Looking down at my phone, I thought Heather looked so cute in the last photo. Her blue eyes sparkled and her blonde hair swept back from her beautiful face - of course making her seem even more beautiful to me was her brother's huge cock looming next to her face, the string of pre-cum draped between them, her smiling lips shiny with pre-cum. I laughed to myself, thinking it would be a wonderful Christmas card image, if only we lived in a porn movie.

I heard Stevie groan again and watched as Heather leaned in again to suckle on his cock. His hand was stroking his cock faster and I guessed he was finally nearing the end. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted it to be special for all of us.

I switched my phone to video and placed it on the end of the table facing my children, recording the action. I wanted to capture the moment my son came for the first time in front of his mother and sister. I cannot imagine many mothers have been able to preserve that moment in their son's lives. Although in my sexual haze I was beginning to wonder if all mothers secretly wished they could witness such a beautiful event.

With my phone recording the action, I moved swiftly back to my seat across from my children, leaning forward I turned to the camera and smiled, giving a perfect view of my breasts and their stiff nipples. I remained poised as if I was sitting behind the anchor desk at the television station. Meanwhile, across from me my children were in the final moments of their sexual play. Stevie's hand was stroking his cock rapidly; his eyes were rolled back in his head. Heather had leaned back, her eyes riveted on her brother's cockhead.

In a breathless whisper I said, "Please Stevie let me see all of your hot cum shoot from your big cock - just like you promised your mommy."

"I’ll be so proud of you if you can squirt your big loads out for your sister and me. Be a good boy and shoot your hot juicy cum for us."

"Come on baby brother," Heather chimed in. "I want to see your big cock spray out all the wonderful cum you have in your balls. Mommy and I want to see it so badly." Both of our voices were husky and filled with lust.

"Oh god, here it comes," Steven yelled. His hand suddenly stopped mid-stroke behind the large purple helmet of his cock and he squeezed softly.

I watched breathlessly as his cock pulsed and then the first rope of semen launched from his cock, jetting out before his sister's stunned eyes. It looked like a gusher of cream flying through the air before it landed on the table before me with a loud wet splat.

‘Oh my god! I thought. Stevie and Heather groaned in unison, and an even bigger rope of his cum rocketed from his piss-hole. His heavy load fired right at me and I heard and felt the warm creamy cum strike my eyeglasses, along my nose and lips, and down across my breasts.

Stevie cried out, "Mommy, I am cumming for you..." I reacted without thought and dipped my face and open mouth towards my son, just as his amazing penis launched another huge creamy load. This one landed on my waiting tongue, splashing into my mouth. I was shocked at the volume and backed away slightly, stunned with the massive amounts of cum my young son was shooting at me. Another load splashed on my face, coating my cheek with warm spunk.

I felt my right hand brush the near-empty yogurt container still on the table and I grabbed it, lifting it towards his shooting cock. I misjudged the speed and volume of the next rope of cum and it splattered off the plastic cup, spraying over my hand and breasts and back towards Heather's stunned face. White creamy splashes of her brother's cum hit her face and lips, dripping into her open mouth.

"Ahhhh...Mom, my cum is on your face and in your mouth," Stevie yelled as he stared down at me. He groaned again, and another volley of his cum launched out. This time I caught more of it in the cup, but globs still ran down my hand and arm. I think my son had seriously underestimated the volume of cum he produced; it was like watching a hose spraying cream across the table. One rope of thick white cum was followed quickly by another massive rope of his jizz.

"His cum tastes so delicious and creamy, mom, why didn't you tell me how wonderful it was," Heather said as her tongue was licking the cum from her lips. I realized my mouth was still open with my son's warm cum pooling on my tongue. I looked at my children and made another show of swallowing the creamy load into my waiting stomach, but not before I swished Stevie's semen around my mouth so I could fully taste its wonderful flavor and texture for the first time. I loved it, a sweet creamy ambrosia produced in my son's balls especially for his mother's mouth. The creamy load was a wonderful gift of delicious sperm from my loving son to his mother.

"Mmmm..." I purred at Steven, "Baby your cum is delicious."

By that time, my son's cock was no longer shooting out ropes of the same volume as before. But I silently counted as six more streams of semen fired out into the waiting cup I held in my trembling hand. The remaining yogurt was quickly covered and my son's jetting sperm filled the cup to the brim in no time.

Finally, his last load launched and splashed on the breakfast table, bringing one of the most amazing visions in my life to an end. The kitchen smelled of nothing but the deep pungent aroma of my son's fresh spunk; although I bet one could also smell the sweet pussy juice that had filled my panties and undoubtedly also flowed from my daughter's pussy after what we had just witnessed.

All of us sat quietly, Steven's breathing was beginning to slow and I could see his cock was losing some of its hardness. The end of his prick was still dripping and I moved my mouth forward sucking his entire cockhead into my warm mouth. I sucked slowly and felt another large load of cum fill my mouth from his piss-hole. The fantastic taste of my son's cum load triggered a large orgasm that had been building in me over the last hour. My pussy was quivering and I was screaming with my son's cock still in my mouth. As my spasms of pleasure slowly ended, I pulled away kissing and licking his cockhead one more time.

We all sat silent for a few moments trying to grasp what had just occurred. My sexual hunger continued to flood through my body, and I didn’t want the moment to end. I smiled, looking at each of my children warmly, so they would both be reassured that what we had just done was not anything wrong and that I still loved them both. I knew in my heart that that our incestuous moment was only the beginning.

"Wow Heather, I guess your brother was right, his cock shoots out way more than a teaspoon of cum," I giggled at my young daughter.

"Look, Stevie filled your yogurt cup just like he said he would," I said, proudly. I looked up at my children, first at my smiling daughter, and then lovingly to my son. "My god, what wonderful children I have."

I looked over at my still-recording phone, once again smiling broadly, cum splattered on my glasses, face, and blouse. I felt happy and content - a mother covered in her son's cum.

Looking back at my smiling children I said, "Your brother even made his mommy and sister a treat for breakfast," waiving the cup of his warm cum in my hand.

"Heather, you better get me another spoon so we can eat, I'm still hungry."

THE END