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I remember that age, hormones racing, uncontrollable urges.

That’s why when I caught my son on top of my daughter, and her begging for it harder, and deeper, I stood quietly in the doorway and watched them, touching myself.

Maybe they even wanted to be caught, because between his grunting and her practically screaming it would have been hard for me NOT to hear them. Even so, I stood there silent, my fingers buried inside me, imaging my daughters moans were my own, and that my fingers were my sons long hard cock. 

I came quickly, ashamed of myself for being such a bad mother and letting them fuck on my and my husbands bed.  Even after cumming I stayed, peeking through the door, listening to my daughter panting, demanding her brother to fuck her like a whore. Listening to my son tell her how good her pussy felt, and how he wanted to cum inside her, and my daughter begging for him to knock her up.

I really should have stopped them there. But, I really wouldn’t mind having a … nobody would have to know who’s baby it when or if it happened. 

“YEs, cum inside her.” i whispered to myself as i dpped my fingers back into my panties, rubbing myself once again. “Fill your sisters pussy up baby. Make her pregnant.” I moaned to myself, cumming as my son came inside my daughter.