“I let the boys bring their friends into the house and I suppose I was not very strict with them because the neighbors always complained about the noise. I guess, in a way, I was giving these teenage parties for my benefit. I still could not forget how my aunts refused to have any of my friends inside the house.
“When Danny came home he applied a firm hand but he would always be off again to attend some other game so that the boys knew all they had to do was wait until he left to swing. The relatives that used to take care of the boys during my husband's trips were no longer around because I was now the mistress of the house. I was a poor choice since I wanted a teenage crowd around me as much as my stepsons.
“Scott and Tracy told me that some of their friends had crushes on me. You know that Television ad where boys mistake much older women to be young girls? Well, that was the kind of situation I found myself in with these teenage lads. I was flattered. I had always been proud of my youthful figure and I was glad of the attention I was getting from the boys.
“Perhaps I began to feel too much like a teenager because I started to look upon Tracy and Scott, my 'sons,' as boyfriends instead of lads I had to care for and protect. I could also see that it wasn't easy for the boys to look upon me as a 'mother,' either. To them I was a still-young and attractive female who was living with them.
“At sixteen and seventeen boys have powerful sexual urges and my two were no different. They were curious about sex and female nudity and there were times I was aware of them peeking into my bedroom. I enjoyed sleeping in the nude and sometimes my breasts were exposed above the covers. Since I didn't want the lads to feel guilty about sex I pretended to be asleep and would roll over.
“Scott and Tracy were both given to masturbation. I could tell this by the stains I used to find on their bedsheets and towels they often took to bed with them to sop up the semen. They also kept girlie and nudist magazines hidden in their drawers. I didn't find them because I was prying but simply came across them while cleaning up. Tracy, the shy sixteen year old, once found me flipping through pages of a nudist magazine that he had left under his pillow. He blushed redly but I made it clear to him that it was quite natural to be curious about women at his age. And, since the subject of sex had been brought up, I told him that every teenage boy in the world found sexual outlet through masturbation. Tracy seemed very grateful that I wasn't going to shame him. When I was his age I had been much too introverted about sex. My aunts thought it an evil and my mother was so lost in her own dream world that I could not talk to her about this most important subject. I was glad that I was able to talk to Tracy about it freely. For a woman who had never been a mother I thought I had dealt with the sixteen year old boy's sexuality very well.
“Scott, even though he had many girlfriends, was still a virgin just like his brother. He, too, kept pictures of nude girls and indulged in masturbation. I talked to him about sex and I was careful not to lecture the lad. Like his brother he was glad to see that I was no bluenose.
“It wasn't long before the three of us were talking about sex as if I were one of the boys. Tracy wondered what it would be like to be in a nudist camp. 'I can't see how those guys can walk around without a hard-on,' he said.
“The boy pointed to a picture in a nudist magazine showing a group of nude men and women together. All of the males had limp sex organs. Scott took a look at the picture and said, 'I got a stiff prick now just watching them.'
“'Well, I wouldn't have that worry if I ever went to a nudist camp,' I told them.
“The boys looked at me hotly and I could feel them undressing me with their eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that I had aroused them into wanting me and figured it was time for me to leave the room. That night I heard the lads talk about sex, nudity… and me. 'Man, I'd love to see Janet naked!' Scott exclaimed. 'I wonder if her cunt is blonde, too?'
“'Scott,' Tracy chided, 'she's our mother, remember?'
“'No she isn't. She's the woman our father married. Don't make me out to be a motherfucker.'
“'I… I wouldn't mind getting into her,' Tracy admitted.
“'Who wouldn't? I can't see why dad leaves her here all the time. If she were my woman I'd been plowing into her every hour on the hour.'
“This was the way the boys talked about me for awhile. The conversation even became more sexual. As I lay in bed I rubbed my aroused nipples in excitement. Every woman wants to be wanted and just because there was a legal arrangement that made these boys my sons it didn't mean their feelings… and mine… were incestuous. If they had not been so legally bound to me I would've given in to them. What was the harm in having a pair of healthy young males have sexual pleasure for the first time? Eventually some other woman would have them. They might, in their young passions, impregnate girls. I felt that every teenage boy should be introduced to sex by an older woman. Sex, like everything else, was a learning process.
“The following morning I felt eyes on me. My breasts were above the blanket and I opened my eyelids just enough to see Tracy standing near the door. He was wearing a robe but I could see that he was naked under it because he had his penis in his hand. He was playing with himself as he stared.
“'Come in, Tracy,' I said softly…
“It was just after dawn and the house was very quiet. Scott was still asleep in the other room. My husband, as usual, was across the country getting ready to announce a ballgame.
“The sixteen year old boy covered his sex with the robe and walked into my room. I sat up in bed and didn't bother to cover my breasts. Tracy gazed at them and swallowed. 'Isn't this better than looking at magazines?' I smiled.
“He nodded and seemed to be in a daze.
“'Let's play nudist camp,' I said and threw back the covers.
“Tracy stared hard at my blonde pubic patch. I stretched out over the bed and spread my legs. There is nothing shameful about the naked body,' I told him. 'Let me see yours.'
“'I… I have a hard-on,' he apologized.
“'That only proves you're healthy,' I said.
“The boy took off his robe. He had a slim yet athletic body. His upright tool was as large as his father's. 'Janet… I want to… I want to…,' the lad said tightly not being able to get all the words out.
“'You want to have intercourse with me?' I injected. “That's only natural but, Tracy, I'm married to your father and that would mean I would be committing adultery with his own son.'
“The boy grabbed his stiff cock and began to pull on it. 'I know,' he said. 'I just have to do something…'
“I sat up with my feet on the floor. Tracy's upright sex organ was only inches from my face. I had enjoyed a complete sex life with Edward, my first husband, and was enjoying one with Danny, my second. I accepted oral sex as foreplay and afterplay to fornication. It was just a pleasant way for couples to pass time in bed. When I kissed my stepson's penis, then, it was more out of this play than anything else. Although I could not bring myself to engage in fornication with him I saw nothing too wrong about fellatio. 'Don't throw all that good stuff away, Tracy,' I said.
“I licked his stiff penis and taut testicles. His flesh was warm and good. I opened my mouth and took his rod orally. The boy was so near the peak of his desires that he spewed semen into me the moment I ran my mouth down the length of his male member. I sucked out his come and swallowed. I continued to fellate the lad until his rod became soft and limp again.
“'There!' I said. 'Do you feel better now, Tracy?'
“'Janet… oh, Janet…' the lad sighed and went to his knees. Now that I had shown him that oral sex wasn't really adultery he wanted to perform cunnilingus on me.
“Tracy licked my blonde pubic area and chewed on my sex. I brought his young head closer to me with my hands. He was so terribly sex-hungry that I could not deny him. The sixteen year old lapped inside my vagina and his mouth worked rapidly. I was so engrossed in the oral sex act that I did not hear Scott enter the room.