Good boy!” Lucy praised. “Very good. God, there’s so much of it… I can feel it!” It had been an eternity since Lucy had enjoyed a fat load squirted onto her tits. How refreshing. “So hot. You’re such a cute boy.” That’s the logic I used when I asked my mother at 15 to have a good friend who happened to be male sleep over.

She offered me some Vodka and I accepted, as I go crazy for that stuff. I love Vodka and I really just wanted to help her out. The last thing I wanted to do is refuse something from her and then have her start crying again. I had about seven shots and I started to get a little tipsy when she put her arm on me. Now usually I just push away as I hate the ‘mushy’ stuff from my mom. She always wants to spend time with me and touch me in a ‘mom – son’ way. Just love for your child I suppose but this time, I just accepted it I was really too drunk to care. But I know that trying to keep teens from having sex is impossible. If they want to have sex, they’ll find a way. I know this because I remember being a teen. I remember a dark moonlit bedroom not being a requirement for fooling around. I remember taking advantage of my boyfriend’s parents being at work. I remember the sex in parked cars, the park and garages. And I remember not being the exception — almost all of my friends were having sex.

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Today was the day. Nina stood with her beloved sister in front of the mirror. “What do you think, Lucy? Are we pretty enough for him?” Tracy’s baby came late and mine came early. We all adjusted to life as new parents, but our work wasn’t done. While Liz and I were able to be the listed parents on our baby’s birth certificate, we still had to go through a legal process for Matt to terminate his rights as the biological father and for Liz to adopt the baby. It all went smoothly (except for my baby spitting up on Matt’s good suit in court). No problem,” said Lucy, approaching to kiss her nephew. “We’re still your mommies. We’ll clean it up. We don’t want you to lift a finger, alright? You need to do just a few easy chores, sometimes, that’s all… other than that, your mommies have everything nice and covered.”

Explain it, sis,” said Lucy, beginning to gently touch herself right away in anticipation of what she was about to witness. “Explain the deal.”Kate, however, had been feeling odd for a few hours. Regular pains and a squeezing feeling in her belly. Even with this being her first pregnancy, she knew what it was. She touched her boy’s hair and caressed his cheek with a finger. He truly was a beautiful boy. Kate knew she shouldn’t feel so attracted to him, but it was more than a bit too late for that, now. The little baby was christened Sophie. Tom felt confused and uncertain at first – she was a very cute baby, though he was supposed to think of her as his little sister. Was it weird for him to cuddle her lots and give her little kisses on the forehead before bedtime? The baby always cooed so happily when he did. Tom decided not to worry about it. Sophie seemed to like him a great deal, and he wondered if the little baby somehow knew who he really was. My mom trusted me. After that day, she often let me have boys spend the night. Every male friend I had knew what my bedroom looked like. And although it may seem counterintuitive, this is what she did right. She understood and listened. She never judged or punished me for being sexual. She believed me when I told her that a boy was just a friend and nothing sexual would happen if he spent the night. She created an environment where talking about sex was natural. I won’t fail my daughter the same way. She’ll have my trust and guidance. She already knows about my own experiences and that I could never be mad at her for being sexual. I’ll give her support and information. She can have boys and girls spend the night just like I did as a teen, but unlike me, she’ll have access to condoms, birth control and information about STIs and STDs. The conversation about sex will be ongoing and comprehensive.

A blonde woman lay down on her marital bed. She was in her late-twenties, stunningly beautiful, with dreamy curves and a gorgeous set of tits. At a glance, most would assume her to be a normal woman. Her name was Kate. By this point, I was completely confused, even more so for a drunk. I didn’t have the slightest clue what was going on.They never went a day without receiving at least one creampie each. Eventually, their activities produced results. God, I know,” Nina stood proudly, watching the sight, playing with her own breasts a bit while she watched her son commit even more incest. “Just look at how much cum he shot into me!” She laughed, touching at her pussy, which was still leaking her little boy’s spunk out. “Oh… I hope you’re going to clean that up.”

While others in his senior year stressed about their relationships post-high-school, Tom was smiling to himself about the sixth kid he’d squirted into his hot stepmom. He sat in class, thinking of how Kate would give birth again right around when he finished school for good. His excitement stemmed not from fathering a child with Kate for the sixth time, but because this one was a boy. Tom had wondered if he was only capable of fathering daughters, but now that question had been answered. Born at home, the baby was named James. Kate couldn’t help wondering if the baby boy would grow up to be a well-hung stud like his Daddy. Still, like his home life, Tom’s conventional love life was unusual. In his teens, Tom met an older girl at school – a busty, airheaded bimbo. They liked each other very much, despite her being three years his senior. There was just one problem, though – this girl, Tina, had a boyfriend.

You realize I could be sleeping with my girlfriends when they spend the night, right?” I remember asking her. I identified as bisexual at the time, and she knew it. But I could tell she had never even considered the possibility that my girlfriends were anything more than friends. Matt was not an anonymous looming set of what-ifs; he was our friend. He wasn’t a threat as a potential third parent who might try to hone in on our two-parents-only dream; he was a respectful, queer-friendly guy who understood that Liz and I would be this child’s only parents. His offer answered all of our concerns about our future children having access to someone who is undeniably important to them to ask questions and have a relationship they could create in the way comfortable for them.