My Kids are Making Porn! Pt. 01

Mothers often freak out when their children leave home for the last time. "Empty Nest Syndrome" they call it, making mothers "Empty Nesters". These women try to helicopter parent their kids when they should both be spreading their wings as individuals, when they should be taking advantage of time apart to really grow as humans.

I always thought that was pathetic, the Moms who proudly shared their dirty laundry online, a disappointing way to tell everyone that you don't have a life outside of your children, that your bedroom is dead, and you don't have enough hobbies.

My son, Lee, and daughter, April, left our home for the University of Wisconsin (Madison) a year apart. Lee two years ago, April last year, and I personally think that I took the separation well, at least at first...

I think I would've been fine forever, but for being a young(ish) single mother for their high school careers.

Flynn, their father, ran off with a young woman barely older than April, to go "follow his passion", whatever that meant.

We had met at his OB/GYN practice when I was a young, impressionable, malleable nurse. Over months of careful grooming, he gave me the attention I craved, and in return I became his sex toy. I indulged in his breeding kink, taking gallons of cum over the years -dripping his children out over the course of every workday- and eventually giving him two beautiful, amazing kids.

Overall he fulfilled his obligations, and never got tired of pounding my vagina full of his seed, but I suppose it stopped being fun once I was clear I didn't want more of his kids. He left a chunk of his savings, part of his 401k, and the house fully paid off to his credit, but that didn't mean that we forgave him.

I had to get Freshman April, and Sophomore Lee through the trauma of losing their relationship with their father, and having to grow up a little quicker than I would've liked. In the end, he returned to Green Bay, with a pregnant younger wife and a tan, the very definition of a scumbag.

I digress, when it came time to let my children go, to allow my babies to go off into the world all by themselves, I confess that my veneer of self-confidence cracked a little bit.

Immediately post-April moving into the dorms, I was fine. I finally took pilates to regain my pre-motherhood ass, started writing the novel I'd always wanted to pen, and took care of a thousand small chores that had permeated our house since the kids were young.

Cracked baseboard? Replaced.

Squeaky door? Oiled.

Drooping fence? Reposted.

All were made whole once again, and put back where they needed to be for...

For what? It was just me in a three bed, two bath house in Green Bay.

Sure, the kids came back for holidays, but with every loose floorboard I repaired, every faucet I plumbed, and every bolt I tightened, I began to question my resolve to not snoop on Lee & April's lives. I began to fall apart even as the material conditions of my home improved, with every screw I screwed, I came an equal but inverse amount of undone.

Slowly but surely, I descended into a deep depression, as only a long-time mother could know. I stopped working down my project list, I stopped spending time with friends and neighbors, and I started searching for a new way to get my dopamine. To desperately avoid my instinct to become a helicopter parent, I confess, I took a page out of Flynn's book and started exploring my sexuality- by which I mean I started watching a ton of porn.

At first, it was just run of the mill stuff. A young man and a young woman trying to jump atop each other competitively, moaning with exaggerated ecstasy. That felt a little disingenuous to me, but it was fine for a while.

I spent many evenings moaning, orgasming five, eight, ten times to the writhing of limbs and slapping of testicles, penises moving in and out of tight young holes. I got a special thrill at seeing creampies, remembering my ex-husband's big cock depositing its genetic load deep inside me. He was an asshole, but part of his kink seems to have rubbed off on me, and I always cum the hardest when condoms are not involved.

Written works from small creators were good, stories of eroticism and fantasy scenarios. I particularly enjoyed the fantasy of non-consent, the thought of being taken against my will arousing a kinky side of me that needed to be satiated. Reddit stuff was okay, but a little repetitive, the same clips posted time and time again with slowly worsening JPEG compression.

I found captions to be enjoyable, but the hit of BDSM and taboo scenarios with strangers soon waned as well. I started delving into amateurs, and into ever more risque detail before finally landing on Incest.

As a suburban mother, I was no stranger to the sexual developments of my childrens' lives.

Lee had spent the better part of high school splattering cum against the wall in his bedroom, or in his sheets, or in his boxers, or in the shower, or on the toilet.

April had kept a small vibrator in her underwear drawer, thinking I didn't know about it, and that I didn't hear her pleasuring herself at night.

Never before, though, had I considered them as fully sexually mature individuals, able to interact with me, and with one another, on a more level playing field. I spent days, weeks, browsing for incest content, searching for ever more arousing, ever more tantilizing, more "real" content to sate my shameful, lustful desires.

When it paired with my burgeoning breeding kink, I was particularly disgusted in myself. The combined "family" and "creampie" tags on pornhub were bookmarked in my browser, bringing me no end to shame- when I wasn't masturbating to them that is.

Truly, I felt far-gone, felt miserable and dirty, but still superior to those mothers who couldn't let their children go. I had let them go, I reasoned, and was simply exploring my sexuality as a thirty-nine year old.

Incest, thinking about Lee's big arms encircling me, or April's father taking her instead of the floozy he'd run off with, was just another kink to be explored.

My vagina was on fire, was hot with lust at the thought of something so taboo, of my young man's cock sliding in and out of me. Instead of cumming on the wall, shooting his load into his mother, spraying his genes deep into me.

One evening in particular, I was reclined in my office chair, fully nude, playing with myself one evening in March. Stories, captions, and "incest" videos scrolled past my face, already three orgasms deep, feeling the warm glow in my belly as I immersed myself in my lust and my taboo interests. That's when I came upon it, what I later came to call "the video".

It had one of your standard porn post names, something like "REAL - Brother and Sister Fuck IN HER DORM ROOM While Roommate is OUT - ACCIDENTAL CREAMPIE". I nearly scrolled past it, as it linked out to some sketchy third party website "IncestDaily.com", one of those that has a hundred popups and a thousand viruses reaching towards your computer.

However, something in the thumbnail stayed my hand, a familiar poster: "The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway", the very same production I'd taken April to in New York three years before. I studied the thumbnail, then clicked it.

As predicted, the IncestDaily site was not going to give up its secrets willingly, and it fought me, my headphones filling with moans several decibels higher than anticipated, and a shrieked ad from the popup filling my screen.

'DO YOU WANT TO CUM QUICK? CLICK HERE TO-' I banished it with a quick click of the x button, sighing to myself. I waded through the remaining chaff, clearing out a somewhat usable webpage, one of the many that permeated this kink, up for a month or a week, down the next, only to be replaced by a similarly-named webpage.

I clicked the small 'Play' triangle, and was greeted with another popup, offering all-natural male enhancement, and "THE FROTHIEST LOADS EVER", whatever that means. Not quite applicable.

I clicked through it, and pressed the triangle again. This time, I was greeted with a brief splash screen, proudly stating that this video was created by 'PervyAmy2005' on OnlyGirls. Clearly a rip of some girl's side hustle.

The camera was static, showing the bed and side of a dorm room I'd seen in the preview thumbnail on Reddit. A half-naked girl in a thong was adjusting the camera, tits jiggling as she messed with it, very amateur. She finally got it situated, and turned away, revealing a boy sitting on the bed behind her.

They were both giggling, and whispering quietly to one another. I gasped as I caught a glimpse of his face, his untidy shock of black hair framing his face as he looked towards the camera. It was only a brief, partial image, but I could've sworn I'd seen my son Lee. He was fully naked, his penis erect, pulsing as the girl (could it be April?!) leaned in to kiss him, face coming into the fuzzy frame as well for the briefest of moments, her equally dark mane tumbling like a waterfall over porcelain skin.

She reached down and stroked his throbbing erection, then climbed on top of him, facing away from the camera, whispering something into his ear. His hands cupped her ass, then reached up to pull her thong aside, allowing them to grind their genitals against one another.

I was in shock. I raised them better than this, surely!

Despite myself, I was getting wet. My weeks of incest porn addiction had dulled the part of my brain that was opposed to seeing my children, or pornstars whom I thought looked like my children, fuck.

I watched as April guided her brother up inside her, taking his cock into her pussy with practiced ease. His dick was quickly coated with her slick, shiny fluid, glistening in the harsh fluorescent dorm lighting. She was obviously excited to have him impale her, and he was obviously excited to be doing so, judging by the blood coursing through his penis as she started to bounce up and down on him. They both moaned loud enough to be caught on the tiny microphone in the camera.

I began to massage my clitoris, fingering myself as I watched my babies practice making babies with one another. Lee grunted and April gasped, he began to quicken his pace, grasping his sister by the hips he used her slit as his fuck toy, moving her up and down with lust and the strength of youth. Her asscheeks were moving as quickly as my fingers, her bouncing in time with the three digits which pleasured my sopping wet pussy.

April and I moaned in unison as I came violently, gasping and continuing to fuck myself.

I watched as Lee slammed his sister down, fully penetrating her, and as his testicles throbbed on the screen. April gasped, and continued to hump her brother, coaxing thick white seed from his shaft up into her waiting womb.

I hadn't seen a condom, my kids were fucking bareback for the whole internet to see, Lee pulsing his cum deep inside April's young slit. I heard April moan: 'Leeeee' as she slowed her humping and his softening penis drooped, flopping out of her creamy hole. A torrent of his genetic material came out after it, dripping down the side of her bedsheets, bedsheets I realized that I had purchased for her.

She was whispering angrily at him as he caressed her hips and ass, seemingly unbothered. '-told you to pull out!' she exclaimed as she dismounted her bed and went to retrieve the camera. She approached the viewfinder and spread her pussy lips from the front, showing his cum dripping out of her and down her thigh.

She was never the brightest, but knew that even an unwanted creampie is an opportunity to profit.

I sat there in my post-orgasmic bliss, until loud ads once again blasted into my eardrums:

'YOU WON'T LAST FIVE AND A HALF SECONDS PLAYING THIS GAME, TRY IT N-' I clicked the close button. Who has multiple ads before AND after a video? I closed the window after a moment, and opened a new one.

I had a new source to check for my kids' amateur incestuous content. OnlyGirls is an OnlyFans competitor which has even less moderation, even fewer standards, and an even more lascivious user base.

Naturally, I already had an account under the pseudonym 'Stacy_Hardwood99', a name that made me giggle when I thought it up, but which would provide perfect cover for delving deeper into my progeny's erotic exploits. I took a deep breath, then searched for the name I'd seen on the video, PervyAmy2005.

The page loaded, and immediately I was staring into my daughter's face, plastered all over the page, in various states of being covered in thick, white, creamy cum. She was usually with a man, whose face was obscured from view, obviously to typecast to her presumably male audience. The description of her page read:

'Do you like Incest, but want something real? My Brother and I have been making incest sex content for six months in our dorm rooms, and we want you to join us.

I love fucking my brother, taking his cock inside me, and sharing it on the internet. Take a look inside and gain instant access to over 100 videos, 50 livestreams and 500 photos instantly!

Now only $19.99 for Basic access, $49.99 to chat during live videos, and $69.99 for private sessions with us, to do whatever you want. See you soon <3'

I snorted, it was pretty terrible. Again, April had never been known for her creative writing, or really her grades in general. Learning was a love I'd never quite been able to impart to her.

Still, the offer was tantalizing to me. I paused, halfway to the $69.99 option.

Was this really what I wanted?

Sex work is obviously genuine work, but did I really want to see my kids engaging in it, and support their efforts in doing so?

I almost clicked off right then and there, but a video pop-up stayed my hand.

It was Lee and April fucking in his apartment. He was slamming in and out of her, and she was moaning and screaming in pleasure. He was wearing a condom in the video, but my heart beat faster nevertheless. This was happening, they were fucking constantly, making videos and images with each other with reckless abandon.

The rest of the internet could enjoy it, why not me?

I clicked the button, and gained full access to the archive. Three hours and a dozen orgasms later, I slumped back into my chair, enlightened as to their lovemaking, and my own perversion.

A number of considerations stood out to me from my perusal. I'd skimmed maybe half of their videos, and perhaps a quarter of their image sets.

Around half were solo April content, but there was definitely a slant to the engagements.

She was being directed, probably by Lee.

How to pose, what to say to her fans, and what to do with her body more generally.

When together, they always used condoms, with the exception of two videos I immediately searched for marked 'Creampie': the one I'd already seen in the rip, and one another.

It was clearly filmed in a public place, perhaps a music venue or live show, in the bathroom.

They were both being very quiet, April's dress hiked up over her waist, and Lee taking her from behind, pounding in and out of her as she looked back at him and the camera, mouth agape with pleasure, the slick sounds of sex filling the stall until he busted his seed up into her pussy.

She clearly enjoyed feeling him spurt his load inside, but was reproachful to him afterwards, as he lowered the camera to see the cum dripping from her. "I'm not on birth control!" she reproached, sending a jolt of pleasure through my pussy. I'd given three shuddering orgasms to that video before moving on.

My children were so close to breeding I could almost taste it.

Another thought struck me as I was showering, fatigued by my evening of pleasure.

They must have been doing this since she first started school.

That many photos, videos, and live streams don't appear overnight.

How had my sweet, innocent little girl done so many perverted things with her brother so quickly? Maybe they'd been fucking before she even left for college, perhaps while they were still in high school.

I began to rub my pussy once again under the warm streams of water.

Maybe Lee had stopped pumping his cock to porn, and started pumping it into his little sister, setting them up for a future of pornography on this sketchy, incestuous corner of the internet. I shuddered as I imagined his thick penis sliding inside his sister, penetrating her tight high school hole while he was home for Christmas break, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he pumped slowly in and out of her, his cock throbbing inside her formerly virginal hole.

She wouldn't have stopped him, she couldn't have even if she wanted to, but she wouldn't have wanted to stop him. I knew April, and she would do anything to make her older brother happy.

I came again, violently, almost falling in the shower as I imagined their copulation. I slowly sank to the floor of my bathroom, my orgasmic bliss fading, heedless of the crash of water on my bare skin.

I need to watch.

I need to wait.

I need to join them.

That last thought rose unbidden to the top of my brain, tentative, but definitely the most exciting that I had considered that evening.