Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Fighting/Mothers/Sex
“It’s a… sin…?” asked Chester, “I think the deacon mentioned… something…”
“Yeah,” intervened Marcus, “it’s when cousins marry each other,” he said, looking up to try to remember, “the deacon said it was allowed before the flood, but then God forbade it and turned the cousins into statues.”
With almost a decade of not touching a bible, you weren’t sure how bad the boy had butchered the scriptures, but judging by her mother crossing herself silently, it was bad. In any event, you had to update his definition for this punishment to work. “It’s not just marrying,” you started, “but doing anything a married couple does in private, that is seeing each other naked, kissing, touching or sleeping together. And also it’s not limited to cousins, but any family members… brother and sister, father and daughter or… mother and son.”
Chester turned to look at his mom, apparently searching confirmation, while Marcus suddenly went stiff, “but… but moms kiss all the time,” he argued, “and… and mom bathe m… their children… and sleep with her… when a nightmare…” he seemed curiously disturbed by your words, and while Mrs. Walton looked uncomfortable, she didn’t behaved like she was abusing his boy, in fact she was also looking at him with suspicion.
Yet the boy had a point, you hadn’t realized how hard it was to explain exactly what incest was, especially to children who didn’t knew what sex was, “doing innocent things like a kiss on the cheek or taking a bath is fine,” you explained, hoping to keep it simple enough for them, “what is not allowed is…” you trailed off, unable to find other explanation that what married couples do. Fortunately Mrs. Varano helped you.
“What is not allowed is behaving like boyfriend and girlfriend,” she said in a serious tone, “I’m sure you’ve seen the kind of hugs and kisses the older kids give their girlfriends,” she asked, and after both boys nodded, continued, “doing that with… a family member… would be incest,” she finished. You were amazed at her, managing to give that explanation even though she must know what you were about to force her boy to do with her.
“Incest is so bad,” you continued, “that anyone found doing it will no only be forced to leave his family, but might even get arrested and locked up for life,” you said, exaggerating a bit, even if in town being disown was a real punishment.
As expected, both boys’ eyes got really big. Chester even tried to hug her mom, but Mrs. Varano pushed him back. Marcus seemed to be close to tears, and you were afraid you had gone a bit too far.
“I’m explaining this to you so you understand how much your mothers love you,” you then told them in a much softer tone, “instead of me giving you a very hard punishment for fighting and being a very bad example to your classmates, your mothers agreed to share with you the shame of incest,” you explained, “we’ll keep it a secret, but both you and your mothers will know that you’ve done a very bad thing that can ruin your families if it gets out, and I don’t have to tell you what will happen if you do something bad again, right?”
Both boys slowly nodded, apparently understanding that what was about to happen won’t break their families, but still very scared of it.
“Let’s begin, then,” you ordered, “you boys should give your mothers a thank you kiss for the sacrifice they’re willing to commit.”
Marcus’ head tilted, apparently not understanding, while Chester just stood there. Their mothers, on the other hand, swallowed at the same time, their faces picking up some color, doubtlessly understanding the meaning of your words.
“C’mon baby,” said Mrs. Walton to his son, kneeling down on the soft carpet so their heads were leveled, “give mommy a kiss,” and before his son could argue she grabbed his head in both hands and joined her lips to hers in an utterly non-motherly kiss. You could see how the boy’s body stiffed, his arms almost going to push his mom away, but as the kiss continued, he relaxed, clearly finding something he liked in the experience. “Did you like it?” asked his mother after slowly getting back, her lips leaving a trail on him.
“Uh hmm,” was his mindless response.
“Mrs. Varano, you will too,” you addressed the secretary. Both she and her son were entranced by the spectacle until your words made them react.
The blond boy turned to his mom, his face completely red as she also kneeled in the carpet in front of him. Theirs was a much simpler kiss, but still much more than a mother and son should share, and though it lasted much less, they seemed as bothered as the other couple when they finished.
“is that… is that really… bad, mommy? It felt really good.” asked Chester, unwittingly licking his lips.
“Yes honey,” answered Mrs. Varano softly, “that’s a kiss reserved for mommies and daddies. If… if word got out that I kissed you like that, I… we might be forced apart.”
“Boys,” you drew their attention, shaking your head, “this is a punishment, you shouldn’t be enjoying it,” both the boys and their mothers turned to you with guilty eyes, “… in that case, I’m afraid we’ll have to make it harder.” you said while walking around your desk and sitting down, “Lads, you will have to shame your mothers by removing all their clothes,” you directed, trying to hide your smile, “please let them do it, but don’t help them,” you added to the kneeling mothers. Mrs. Walton swallowed again, her cheeks growing even redder, while Mrs. Varano looked at you with disgust.
“M… mom?” the blond kid addressed his mother, looking for support.
“Go ahead, Chester,” answered Mrs. Varano, resigned.
“But… I… I don’t wanna… shame you.”
“It’s too late for that,” you reminded them, “the shame you will cause your mothers is part of your punishment, I hope you will keep that in mind next time you consider fighting.”
Meanwhile, Marcus had already started working on unbuttoning her blushing mother’s white blouse. Mrs. Walton was blinking rapidly, and several times she opened her mouth just to close it again. She had dropped to sit on the carpet, and was fidgeting, fighting to keep from getting away from her son’s hands. Marcus was slowly progressing, his trembling fingers having to fight with each button as more and more of her mother’s lacy red bra become exposed.
“Go ahead, I promise I won’t get mad at you,” encourage the secretary once more, trying to relax both herself and her son. Unlike Mrs. Walton, Mrs. Varano wore a single piece blue dress, so she lifted her hand over her head, while still kneeling, to allow young Chester to pull it up, “the zipper is on the side.”
The blond kid had even more trouble with the zipper than his classmate with the buttons, but finally managed to pull it down to her mother’s waist. He then tried to pull the dress from her arms, but all he managed was to almost pull his mother down.
“You have to lift it from below,” she instructed. You cleared your throat when it appeared she was about to help, and the secretary quickly pulled her arms back up, letting young Chester work.
You could see his little hands trembling as they pulled the rim of the dress, trying not to touch his mother’s thighs. With zipper down the dress easily went up, displaying Mrs. Varano blue panties, but apparently his son was so focused on undressing her that he didn’t noticed and continue pulling the dress up. He paused once he passed her breasts, with his mother’s head trapped in the dress, he shamelessly stopped to look at the matching blue bra that covered her mom’s boobs.
So, apparently this kid liked breasts, that was supposed to be normal, and yet you had never understood it. You had to admit it was nice to suck on them, but anything over an A-cup just didn’t do it for you. That was probably the biggest regret you had when you saw your grown up sister after all those years.
“Honey…? please hurry,” came Mrs. Varano from behind the dress. That pushed Chester into action, and this time he succeeded in throwing off her mother as he pulled the dress with all his force. The secretary lost her balance and at the same time the dress came flying, she fell on top of his son with an undignified scream.
“Sorry mom,” said Chester once his mother rolled from over him. At least that had defused the tense situation, since both mother and son started laughing, soon followed by Mrs. Walton and his son; and as much as you tried, you had to join in, “you’re real pretty, mom,” sputtered Chester after his eyes followed the almost naked form of his mom in front of him.
Mrs. Varano went completely red in the face, pressing her legs together and using a hand to cover her bra, but at the same time a pleased smile illuminated her features.
By the time young Chester tripped her mom, Marcus had also finished with the buttons on his own mom’s blouse, and after just a bit of trouble, managed to get her out of it, displaying her ample breasts covered in a very sexy red lacy bra. You wondered why the staff’s dress code didn’t forbade something like that, that would be cause for punishment in any female student.
Before the dark-haired kid could move on to unzip her mother’s dress, the secretary fell down and all his attention went to the almost naked mother of his friend. You saw as his sight moved from his mother’s bra to the secretary and back, while everyone laughed, apparently fighting with himself to choose one. He finally settled on his own mom’s orbs, and it didn’t escape you that Mrs. Walton proudly smiled at that.
Truth is, Mrs. Walton was a walking wet dream. You weren’t sure how many children she’s had, but no fat remained from that. She had lovely toned legs, wide hips and ass and almost D-cup breasts, that as a whole gave her a hourglass figure. In sight of that, it was more surprising that Chester remained so focused on his own mother, rather than Marcus deciding to stick with her.
Mrs. Varano wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the word, but even you could agree the both could not be compared. Mrs. Varano was a bit on the plump side, and would not have such great figure even if she lost the extra weight, but the way she was looking at her son after he praised her, she gave up a motherly aura that was enticing on its own.
“Just pull it down, baby,” instructed Mrs. Walton after getting up while his son had his hands on her black skirt. The garment dropped down almost on its own, revealing that the teacher also wore matching underwear, this time a lacy red underwear so thin that it barely covered her privates. Furthermore, in the red fabric it was easy to see a wet spot spreading, prof that she wasn’t completely opposed to the punishment.
You tried to see if Mrs. Varano was on the same boat, but unfortunately her blue panties could hide any wet spot. Still you doubted she had dry underwear, just from seeing her reaction to the little compliment her son gave her.
“The clip is in the back,” continued Mrs. Walton, kneeling back down and turning her back to her son, so he could remove her bra.
“Don’t worry, honey, just unclip it,” added Mrs. Varano, facing her son and puffing her chest to give his easier access to the clip in the middle of her breasts.
Both boys were equally nervous as they fought with the bra clips, failing several times before finally managing to unhook them.
Mrs. Varano’s breasts dropped down in front of his son’s face the instant her blue bra was undone, and the boy just stood there, admiring that her mom’s naked torso until she reminded him to finish removing her bra.
Marcus, on the other hand, missed the great show of his mom’s breast almost jumping out of her bra the moment he unclipped it, since he was behind her. You were amazed that her breasts remained standing even without the support of the bra. Once her son removed her bra, Mrs. Walton turned around and to his son’s surprise took him and gave him a great hug, pressing his face right into her breasts. After the initial surprise, the boy seemed to melt against his mother, nuzzling her breasts in an adorable way.
“Do I… do I really have to do it?” came Chester’s question, standing in front of her mother, his hands hovering an inch from the rim of her blue panties.
“Yes, Chester,” answered his mother in a loving tone, “you have to completely shame me by exposing me.”
Much slower than you though possible, the boy graved the last garment of clothing his mother had and began to pull it downward, little by little exposing her auburn pubic hair, her mons and the wet and ready vagina underneath. As a strand of fluid remained for a bit between the crotch of her panties and her naked vulva, Mrs. Varano excitement was unmistakable. Her son let go of the panties once her mom’s privates were exposed to his eyes, and instead focused his attention there, at the place that’d given him life, overwhelmingly attracted, even if he didn’t know why.
“Finish the job, baby,” came Mrs. Walton tender instruction to the boy still enveloped by her naked breasts, as she lovingly patted her son on the head. Her eyes jumped when she felt his hands traveling down her back and forcefully pulling at her lacy panties, all without removing his face from her bosom. Mrs. Walton had to stood up to let the panties down, but that also made his son’s face slide down, and by the time her panties were finally off, the boy had his face firmly planted on her navel, just inches above her naked, needy, and perfectly shaved sex, “That’s fine, baby,” she said, pushing her boy away, trying to save what little pride she had left, “you’re done now,” Marcus let go, but his face showed he could have stayed there forever.
“I’m afraid we’re not done yet,” you interrupted the couples, “as I said, this is a punishment, and if you enjoy it, I have no option but to extend it,”
“I… I didn’t… enjoy it,” protested Chester, “I didn’t wanted to do it!” Marcus just lowered his head in shame.
“Okay, if your mom can honestly tell me she didn’t enjoy it, I’ll end the punishment now,” you said, directing your eyes to Mrs. Varano.
“Mom?” Chester turned to her, “did… did you liked… that?”
“I’m sorry, honey,” confessed the secretary, “it’s just that… since your father… died, I’ve miss him so much,” she kneeled and graved his son in a motherly hug, “and the way you… touched me… reminded me so much of him… that I…”
“Mrs. Varano, Mrs. Walton, would you please strip your sons, so we can proceed,” you interrupted the tender moment, not wanting all the sexual tension in the air to disappear over some intimate confessions. You had a decent erection hidden behind your desk, not so much for the two naked woman in front of you, but for the power you had over them, you felt kinda like the director of a porn flick, where the actors would do anything you asked of them.
Unlike the previous scene, the mothers made quick and efficient way of your instructions, stripping their sons with the practiced ease of one who has done it many, many times in the past. Mrs. Walton finished by pulling Marcus’ undies down, displaying his tiny cock, almost like a little finger, all straight up and pointing at her.
“Mom, wait!” said Chester, trying to prevent the secretary from pulling down his undies, “I… I don’t wanna…”
“This is your punishment, so stop complaining,” answered Mrs. Varano, but her tone wasn’t angry, it was almost hungry.
With that all four occupants of your office were completely naked, and they were all sneaking looks at each other. It was curious to see that even though both boys were the same age, Marcus still had what was clearly a little boy penis, that even in his state of excitement was only as long and tick as your little finger, that bounced up and down in a cute way as he moved. On the other hand Chester had a much more developed member, not longer than Marcus’, but certainly ticker, perhaps even thicker than your thumb. It also stood straight at a right angle from his body, bouncing in the direction of his naked mother.
“The last step of the punishment will be your mothers forcing you to come, and you soiling them with it,” you informed the naked boys, and were a bit surprised when Marcus clearly reacted to the word, unlike Chester, that just asked.
“Come where?”
“That is exactly the question,” you teased the poor child.
“But they are too young,” complained Mrs. Walton, “they can’t… do that.”
“Do what?” insisted Chester, this time directed to his mom. Marcus had found something very interesting on the palm of his hands, and kept his eyes down. It was obvious he knew what you were talking about, and that his mother was ignorant of it. You idly wondered who was teaching the boy, a sibling? his father?
“Come is another way to say orgasm,” you explained to the blond guy, who once more looked at your like you were speaking Chinese, “your mother will force you to pee a special white pee,” you ended, a bit annoyed.
“They really are too young,” intersected the secretary, shooting down his son’s question with a simple look.
“The punishment will end even if nothing comes out, but they will achieve orgasm,” you assured your position, “believe me, I’ll know, and just so you don’t try to drag things out, you’ll have one minute to do it with your hands, one more where you’ll have to use your mouths, and if you can’t manage…” you made a pause for emphasis, “you’ll be plucking their cherries right here.”
“Mouth…? cherries…? what’s he talking about? mom?” Chester’s stream of question went ignored by Mrs. Varano, who was looking at you with a complex expression, a mixture of resentment, shame and gratitude, if those could coexist.
“It means, Chester,” you continued, “that you better try to let out the white pee as soon as possible, otherwise you will be forced to do it in your mom’s mouth.”
“Pee in her mouth!? That’s disgusting! I won’t do it!”
“Me neither!” joined Marcus in defiance.
“As long as you pee in their hands you won’t have to.”
“But I just went…” insisted the blond boy, “I can’t do it now!”
“Don’t worry,” you answered with a smile, “your mom will make sure you do,” with that you turned over a big clock on your desk, “the first minute begin now!”
Any further objections they might have went forgotten as both mothers turned to their sons, trying to beat the clock to protect their son’s virginities.
Mrs. Walton immediately kneeled in front of her son and with a tender smile began to caress his sides, “don’t worry baby, this might feel weird, but I need you to relax and let me… touch your… privates,” she said as her hands traveled to his cute little penis, “I want you to think of the most beautiful girl you know, and imagine it’s her touching you, and don’t try to hold back, whatever you feel, just let it come, and don’t worry if you pee, I won’t get mad,” she tenderly explained as her hands began to play with his small balls and cute member.
“That… that feels weird,” commented Marcus as his mom began to caress him, “mom… you… you are the most beautiful girl I know,” he blurted out, his tiny cock jumping a little on her mom’s hands, “I… I want to… touch your boobs, pleease?” Mrs. Walton just smiled and straightened her back, displaying her naked breasts to his son, who wasted no time in clumsily grabbing them, “they are so… soft,” he commented, while a small drop of precum actually appeared on the tip of his member.
Mrs. Varano, for her part, decided the only way to save time and stop her son’s questions was to shut him with another kiss. Chester indeed closed his eyes once the kiss started and his body relaxed into her mother’s, who wasted no time laying him down on the carpet and moving her free hand to his waiting cock, “Let mommy makes you feel good, honey,” she whispered to him before drowning him in another kiss as her fingers began to play with his member.
In their hurry to get their sons to orgasm, neither woman really considered the lack of lubrication the young boys had, which in turn made it harder for them to enjoy the weird feelings that were attacking their young brains. This meant that by the time precum began to flow from both penis, the time was up.
“Time’s up, so hands off!” you instructed, “and mouths on,” you followed, pointing to the clock.
“Moooommy…!” cried out Chester in what probably began as a complaint that turned into a moan as the secretary engulfed his member and began to happily suck at it, her eyes directed to her son in an expression of undiminished love. With him laying on the carpet, the secretary had to bend over him to suck him, giving you a nice view of her ass and dripping pussy. Not a particularly exciting sight, but at least it was clear how excited she was.
“You don’t have to…” began Marcus as his mom also slid down his body until his little pecker has right in front of her face. Mrs. Walton licked her lips and without further comment placed a gentle kiss on his son’s tiny glans, then used her tongue to lap at it’s underside before finally putting it in her mouth, amidst the increasing moans of her son. In her kneeling position you couldn’t see much of her shaved pussy, but you could imagine she was as excited as the other woman.
“Mommy…! it feels… really weird…” complained Chester, his fists trying to grab the carpet below him while his body moved on it’s own, his hips beginning the instinctual back and forth action trying to get more pleasure form the mouth of his mother.
Marcus was just moaning in a particularly cute way, as his hand grabbed her mother’s head and tried to drag her further into his tiny cock. Mrs. Walton had no problem complying with that, his cock was so little that she could fit it whole in her mouth, along with his balls without any trouble.
The way the boys’ voices and hips were steadily increasing in volume and movement, it was clear that both were already capable of reaching an orgasm, even if a dry one. You looked at the clock, smiling when finding the time was almost up.
“Time up! let them go!” you instructed, trying to control the excitement of what that meant.
Mrs. Varano almost instantly removed her mouth from the glistering cock of her son. It looked quite bigger than before. Mrs. Walton, on the other hand, gave his son one last long lick as he forced her head away, having to fight his son’s hands that insisted to keep her there. Both penises jumped up and down at being exposed to the cold air after being in such hot and wet spaces, and both boys groaned in frustration when the pleasurable sensations ended.
“Since you still haven’t achieved orgasm, I’m afraid you’ll be soiling the most private place of your mothers,” you announced.
“I’m sorry, mommy,” expressed Chester, still laying down, “it felt… weird… and I thought I was gonna pee, but I… couldn’t, sorry.”
“That’s fine, honey, you did your best,” comforted his mother.
“But I don’t wanna soil you!” he said.
“It’s part of the punishment,” justified the secretary, while a drop of liquid escaped her pussy, “so just bear with it a little longer.”
“Am I really gonna pee inside you, mom?” asked Marcus, his sight focused on the shaved pussy of her mother.
“Well, we’ll try…” answered Mrs. Walton, a bit doubtful, “you might be too young for it, but…” she then looked at you with pleading eyes, “it’s a bad time for me,” she begged you, “can’t I just take his cherry and finish in my mouth?”
“Bad time for what, mom?” asked Marcus.
“I’m afraid that’s a risk you’ll have to take,” you declared, “unless you want me to make his punishment a public one.”
“What risk…? Mom…?” insisted Marcus.
“But as you said, he might be too young,” you reaffirmed her.
“What does that mean, mommy?” interjected Chester. By now Mrs. Varano had straddled over his son, her dripping pussy hovering over his cock. That posture emphasized how small Chester was compared to his mother, and for a moment you regretted not having done the same with your own mother when you were that age.
“The… white pee… can… make a miracle,” began Mrs. Varano, “but since you’re my son, it can be… problematic,” she explained, “but it’s part of the punishment, so we’ll worry about it latter.”
“I don’t wanna give you problems,” complained the boy.
“You should have thought of that before fighting,” you interrupted them, “and I hope you will keep it in mind in the future.”
Without waiting anymore, Mrs. Varano lowered herself, guiding her son’s member with a hand until her hips rested on his, his member fully inside the pussy he had come out of nine years ago.
“M… Mooommy! My… thing… went inside!” exclaimed Chester, taken completely by surprise by that, “it… it feels better than…” he started, but a moan interrupted him, while his hips regain the lost pace, with the difference that now he has pushing into her mom’s pussy, instead of her mouth.
“You feel so good, honey,” commented Mrs. Varano as she began to ride her son, closing her eyes and forgetting all around her, “almost like your father… much better than Le—” she cut herself, replacing the name with a moan. You had some idea what name had just slipped through her lips.
“Mom?” asked Marcus, watching his mother’s friend ride him, “can we… can I… do it… form behind?” he shyly asked.
“Where did you learn that, baby?” replied Mrs. Walton.
“D… Durai… he… he showed me… some pictures…”
“I’ll have to have a chat with him,” complained Mrs. Walton, “but if you really want to, I guess its okay,” she agreed, getting on all fours and facing away from her son. The angle she choose to this gave you a pretty good look of her ass and shaved pussy before her son got behind her. If you ignored the width of her hips the sight was pretty enticing, and you would’t mind dipping your own cock there.
“Mom, I can’t…” complained Marcus after a few moments of moving behind his mother, apparently unable to find the entrance to her pussy, his frustration clear in his voice.
“Here…” came his mother’s voice as her hand traveled under her body to help his young son find her needy hole, “just push, baby.”
With a mutual moan of satisfaction, Marcus launched forward, burying himself to the hilt in his mom’s wet pussy and almost making lose her balance, “Mooom! I love you… I love you mom!” repeated the kid as he began to trust in earnest as fast as his little hips could manage.
“Yes! Yes baby, fill mommy up, give me a baby!” Screamed Mrs. Walton, and not even ten strokes in gave a cry and practically fell down on the carpet, her whole body trembling in the throes of an orgasm, leaving his son dangling in the cold air.
“Mom! are you okay? did I hurt you?” asked the concerned boy, his cute member glistering with his mom’s fluids, and his hips still moving, trying to regain the lost sensations.
“I’m fine, baby…” reassured him Mrs. Walton, “more than fine… you… you made me feel too good…” she then looked at you from the floor, “isn’t this shame enough, that my boy made me cum and beg for his—?”
“Something’s happening, Mommy!” interrupted Chester, still being ridden by the secretary, “it… it feels weird!” he said among grunts, as his hands graved her mothers ass and tried to stop the up and down motion, even if his own hips moved on their own to meet hers, “I’m scared… Mommy!”
“Let it happen, honey,” instructed Mrs. Varano, redoubling her efforts and taking a hand between her legs to roughly rub her clit, attempting to finish with her son, “C’mon, fill me up, give me all your beautiful cum!” she said as her body began to shake, her back arched back and her sweaty breasts in full display.
“Mooommy!” cried out Chester as his hips jumped up, instincts forcing him to be as deep as possible into a fertile female as the first orgasm of his life rippled through his young body. You could see the muscles in his ass contracting several times as his body fought to ejaculate something, and you wondered if it was really just a dry orgasm.
“Mooom, please!” begged Marcus, pointing to his cute little member, bouncing in the air, after seeing his friend, it was clear he really wished to do the same.
Mrs. Walton bit her lip, but before you could confirm that yes, she had to finish the punishment, she lifted her ass once more and presented it to her son, “Okay, baby, I guess you deserve a chance,” she admitted, not explaining what chance she was taking.
“Thanks!” said Marcus with childish glee as he quickly found her wet hole and resumed pistoning in and out, “I love you, Mom!” he said, graving her ass and increasing the force of his strokes. You could see Mrs. Walton face, after her orgasm, without lust blinding her, she was clearly conflicted about letting her son inseminate her, but her sight relaxed after her son’s love confession.
Mrs. Varano dismounted her son and lay next to him on the carpet, holding his hand while both of them recovered their breath. Chester’s wet member was down to be just a small bud, proof the he had indeed achieved orgasm, and dripping out of the secretary’s wet pussy you could see a drop of whitish fluid. Chester turned over and cuddle next to his mother’s breasts in a completely satisfied afterglow, not even caring that his wilted penis smeared her belly. The secretary, accepted the boy in her chest, but her eyes reflected her concern as her fingers went to her pussy and returned to be examined.
“I’m doing! I’m doing it Mom!” grunted Marcus as his movements became wild and his hips slammed against her mom’s ass with force, “I’m peeing… I’m putting the white pee in you!” he loudly announced as his muscles contracted. Suddenly he appeared to lost force in his legs and he stumbled backwards, his cute penis coming out of his mother jumping, as a clear and think stream of liquid shot out, hitting her mother’s legs. Well, that was certainly not a dry orgasm, and if that was his last spurt, it meant the rest were already inside his mother, looking for an egg to create a new brother or sister.
Mrs. Walton also felt the liquid on her legs, and soon her hands were on her pussy, opening it and trying to let the dangerous stuff out of her, as she regarded her son with conflicted emotions.
“I think this is enough,” you announced to the couples, “I want you both to understand,” you insisted to the relaxing boys, “that no matter how good that felt, what you did with your moms was incest, and if anyone discovers it the consequences will be dire for both you and your mothers.”
“But,” interrupted Mrs. Walton, her hands still on her crotch, “what if… what if I… if we’re…”, she pointed to Mrs. Varano, to her matted pubic hair.
“As I said, that risk is part of the price to keep the punishment private,” you explained, “if you catch, then you can choose to explain what’s happening to your son, but you will have to deal with it on your own.”
Both boys were looking at you with worry. Apparently it was enough to get them out of the pleasant afterglow.
“One final thing,” you added, “I want to make sure you boys understand that what you just did was very, very wrong, and that you won’t do it again… this time it’ll stay in this office, but next time you will really face the consequences, understood?” both boys nodded, Chester in a determined way, and Marcus in a resigned manner, “I know if felt good, and that’s why your mothers are gonna watch you closely for the next few weeks” you commanded the mothers, “if your sons step away from the righteous path, even by touching themselves, I need you to send them to me to put an early stop to that, are we clear?”
Both adults agreed while getting up. The process of redressing turned into a awkward and silent affair, with each participant turning his or her back to the rest while grabbing their garments. Once they were all decent again (save for some wet panties), they vacated your office.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” said Chester to the secretary as they approached the door.
“It’s fine, honey, the punishment is over, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
“But what if I really soiled you, what if you catch?” insisted the boy, really not understanding what that meant, “is there a way to un-soil you?”
“If it happens, it happens, baby,” answered Mrs. Varano in a resigned way, “but I love you more than anything, so I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it work… don’t worry your cute brain over it, honey, I promise it’ll be okay.”
With those words they finally closed the door to your office, leaving you with a serious case of blue balls. It was weird that neither the women nor the boys hold special interest to you, and yet your member had been hard the entire time they defiled each other. Perhaps you should be more open to experimentation, now that this job gave you further opportunities for it.