Asstr Bath

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Asstr Bath
Story codes: Fbg, oral, anal, incest, ped
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It was what I would call an average Saturday night; Genna and Chris were in the family room after dinner, playing games on the PS3, leaving me the chore of clearing the table and washing the dishes. It's a chore I enjoy, a task that helps me relax after a long day of work and a long evening of cooking for our family of three.
My husband, Arnold, has been gone for six years now. Pancreatic cancer. A horrible, unfair disease that ate his body from the inside out. I was still pregnant with Chris at the time, and as the years go by, I can hardly believe how much he takes after his father, with his head of cornsilk blonde hair, bright, expressive blue eyes, dimpled chin, and fair complexion. I often wish he had had the chance to grow up with his father, become a ruggedly handsome man with a continual sunburn, a flair for adventure, and a taste for the simpler things in life. As it is, though, Chris is getting along well, even if he is a bit more effeminate that I like.
Genna takes after myself, a fine, ten year old girl. She excels in math and science, her favorite subjects in school, enjoys her weekly ballet lessons, and is, I think, well adjusted. She, of course, was hit hard by her father's death; they had been so close when he was still around. Always clinging to his legs or his back, a little monkey with a cascade of strawberry blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, wide, crystal blue eyes, a generous pug nose, and a decent scattering of freckles across her cheeks. When the cancer took her father away, Genna withdrew into herself for a time, sullen and taciturn. It wasn't until her baby brother was born that she opened herself up once again and returned to being the lively and mischievous little girl I remembered.
These thoughts often pass through my mind while I'm doing the dishes, memories of the past entwined with the present. I don't like to think I'm brooding over things; rather, I think that by cherishing the past, I can keep my beloved husband alive within myself.
My hands work diligently as I recollect; I am on autopilot, my right hand selecting a dish, dipping it into the sudsy water, the dishrag in my left hand scrubbing the smooth ceramic surface, then a dip into the scalding rinse water before settling into the rack to dry. So lost am I in my thoughts that I barely notice when my hand closes on empty space. The dishes are done.
I chuckle at myself a little; it's been a while since I got so caught up in my thoughts. I pull the string on my plaid apron, hang the garment on a stud affixed to the wall, and make my way into the family room.
Genna is on the sofa, a controller in her hands, her delicate fingers deftly manipulating the various sticks and buttons. Chris has settled himself into her lap and has the second controller in his small hands; his stubby fingers are a bit less agile than his sister's, but he gamely pounds the buttons as if what he lacks in skill and dexterity can be made up for with shear force.
I stand in the doorway for a moment, just watching as my two beautiful children play their game. They exchange insults, one trying to throw the other off of their game; Chris is wriggling in Genna's lap, his shoulders pushed back into his sister's chest, his head lying against her collarbone. Genna doesn't seem to mind her brother's closeness, in fact, she's sitting cross legged, embracing Chris with her legs as her writhes and wiggles. I can't help but notice how her hips are rotated forward so that her crotch is pushed right up against her brother's rump. I examine her face a moment; what I see are rosy cheeks, shiny, excited eyes. My face breaks out in a grin at the sight.
I give the kids another minute before speaking, it seems almost a shame to break up the party, but a quick glance at the clock hanging over the mantle tells me that it's a quarter past nine; bedtime will soon be here, and there's one last hing to do before tucking them in.
“ Alright,” I say over the sound of the TV, “It's time for your bath.”
Chris jerks his head toward me, a look of reluctance on his angelic features.
“ Mom,” he whines, as only a six year old can, “Just five more minutes, 'K?”
I'm getting ready to give my 'it's almost bedtime' speech when I see Genna set the controller aside. She wraps her brother in a tight embrace with all four limbs, her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his middle, her chin to resting on Chris's shoulder as she speaks in a gentle voice.
“ C'm'on, Chrissy-Wissy. I've already beat you five times. Haven't you had enough yet?” As she speaks, Genna's lithe frame sways, rocking Chris in her embrace.
Chris squirms a bit in his sister's grasp, but ultimately gives in and drops his controller on the couch. “Fine ” , he says in a semi-defeated tone. In response, Genna adjusts her grip on her brother, pushed her fingers into his armpits and begins tickling. Chris reacts instantly, squealing with gleeful laughter as his sister's fingers find his most vulnerable places; first his ribs, then his belly, finally his inner thighs. Genna's fingers traipse toward Chris's groin and tickle at the rise of his shorts, sending him into another spasm of laughter. I watch her lips part slightly, feel my pulse quicken as she presses her mouth against Chris's neck to gently nip at his delicate skin. Chris's attempts to wriggle out of his sister's clutches end almost immediately; his thighs part and a small sound of pleasure escapes his lips.
As much as I would like to continue watching this little show, it's still bath time. I clear my throat and try my best to ignore the warmth spreading through my body.
“ Bath time,” I say in a stern voice, “now please.”
Genna looks up from her seat and grins at me. The rosy glow from earlier has spread to her face and neck, her eyes are wild and sexy. My heart takes a leap and I can no longer resist the temptation. I move into the room, take Chris's hand in my right, Genna's in my left. I look down on my children and I feel almost predatory. I smile at them; Genna smiles knowingly in return while Chris merely stares, his lips parted, his face flushed, his eyes hot and glassy.
“ Come on,” I say, my voice just a little shaky, “Let's get you two in the tub.”
I guide my two children toward the bathroom, Genna at my side, practically prancing, Chris following a little behind me, and when I glance back at him, I notice that he is looking down on himself as his free hand slowly rubs at a small bulge in the crotch of his shorts. “Christopher,” I chide softly, “cant you wait just a minute?”
Chris picks up the pace and I hustle the kids into the bathroom, not bothering with shutting the door; it's only us in the house after all. Genna starts undressing as I lift Chris and sit him on the toilet. He sits quietly, watching his sister shuck her clothes.
After I've got the bathwater running, I begin disrobing myself. I slide my paisley house dress over my head; unlatch my bra, freeing my C cup breasts; slide my panties down my legs, revealing my soft, curly muff.
As I toss my clothes into the hamper, Genna undresses her brother, a quick game of skin the rabbit that ends with her kneeling before the toilet. I watch her take her brother's small penis between her fingers and slowly rub it; Chris looks on, jaw slack, eyes lidded. Genna's face lowers as she kisses the head of her brothers sex, then she springs to her feet, a mischievous look on her face.
Chris looks disappointed until I put my hands under his armpits and lift him. He stares into my eyes; I see a longing there, a hunger. I quickly kiss his lips, then set him into the tub. Chris stands, the bathwater only deep enough to cover his knees.
Genna clambers into the tub after her brother and her hands are immediately on his body. Cupping her palms, she pours water over him, her hands follow the rivulets as she caresses his slim figure.
I kneel in front of the tub, slide my hands around my son, clasp his soft butt cheeks and pull him close. My mouth is on level with his little penis and I suck him in, enjoying the soft gasp he makes as my tongue wraps around his small, stiff organ.
Genna's hands continue to caress her brother's body as I suck Chris off; she pays special attention to his tiny nipples, her fingers teasing and pinching. Chris places his small hands on my shoulders, pushes his hips forward. He wimpers quietly as I suck hard on his arroused prick.
As I continue licking and sucking his little cock, my fingers massage his butt and occasionally brush against his tight little pucker. I move one hand, slide it between his legs and briefly play with his sack before dipping my fingers into the warm bathwater. Then my hand slides up his leg, back to his crotch. With one fingertip I rub his tiny asshole, wetting it with water before applying firm pressure against the tight ring of muscle. Chris gasps audibly as my fingertip slips inside his anus, his little cock jumps in my mouth and I taste a drop of immature semen.
I push my finger deeper into his hole, feeling along the hot, wrinkled walls of his rectum for his pleasure spot. When I find it, Chris's body stiffens as a shiver races up his spine.
“ Oh, mama,” Chris sighs as I fuck his ass with my finger, “Oh, mama.”
The finger up my sons butt keeps applying pressure to his prostate as my mouth sucks his cock. Genna's deft fingers play with her brothers nipples, her lips are pressed against his neck as she kisses and nips. I feel Chris's body tense, then he grunts heavily as he begins emptying his load into my mouth. Hot, bitter semen bathes my tongue and I swallow it down, savoring the taste of my son's spunk.
Chris's legs give way and Genna gently supports him and guides him to a sitting position in the tub. My finger slides out from his asshole and I raise it to his lips; Chris sucks my finger into his mouth, tasting himself.
Genna giggles, asks, “Does it taste good?”
Chris nods silently as his tongue wraps around the finger in his mouth. I slide my finger out and it is immediately replaced my Genna's tongue. She kisses her brother noisily, her tongue slipping out to lick his lips then in once more to taste his mouth.
As my children's tongues twine, I enter the tub. I place my hands on my daughter's soft, warm skin, my fingers finding her budding breasts from behind, pinching and teasing. I kiss she spot between her shoulder blades, part my lips and slide my mouth to the place where her neck and shoulder meet, suck and nip at her skin.
Genna breaks the kiss with Chris, turns to face me. My lips find her nipple and she coos appreciatively as I suck. My hand slides down along her body to her groin, finds her smooth, wet sex. I gently part her labia and feel a warm, firm bump under my finger. I rub at Genna's clit, the bathwater and her own secretions mingling, lubricating my fingertip.
Genna leans against me as I play with her, and I hear Chris moving around in the bath behind his sister. She shudders slightly and sighs, “Oh God, Chris, yes. That's it. Right there.”
I slide my fingers further along Genna's crotch and feel Chris's hand, two fingers sunk into his sister's asshole. I return my own hand to tickling her clit as my lips part ways with her nipple. I find my daughter's mouth and kiss her. Genna presses her lips hard against mine, parts them and pushes her tongue into my mouth. We taste each other as I gently caress her sex.
I again hear Chris moving in the tub, hear him say, “Genna, bend down more.”
Genna's and my lips part and she grins. I help support her upper body as she bends forward. She rests her head on my shoulder and I notice that Chris is standing behind her, his hips pressed up against his sister's backside. He grips Genna's hips, thrusts upwards with is body. Genna gasps.
“ He's inside me, mama,” Genna whispers.
Chris begins to thrust into his sister with a steady rhythem. His face is flushed, his mouth open, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
Genna's breathing is erratic, her lips are pressed against the side of my neck, her arms encircle my chest. Her body rocks against mine as her hips match her brother's rhythem.
“ He's fuckin' me mama,” Genna whipsers, her voice breathless. “Chris is fuckin' my pussy.”
“ Yes, baby,” I murmur as I stroke her back and sides, then run my hands beneath her. One hand finds her nipple, the other her clit. I tease each of them as she continues her excited whispering.
“ Oh, mama,” she sighs, “Mama, he's making me a little slut. I'm Chris's little fuck slut, mama.”
“ Oh yes, honey. Let him come in your little pussy baby.”
“ Oh, mama. Oh mama he's gonna shoot his stuff inside me. I'm gonna be his whore, mama.”
“ Yes, baby, that's right. Be Chris's little whore for me. Make him a man, honey.”
Genna shudders against me, cries out in rapture. Chris, behind her, inside her, is completely focused on thrusting, his lower lip clenched between his teeth. Genna shudder's once more, cries out as Chris's hands grip his sister's hips tightly. One final thrust and he too cries out. He thrusts against Genna's bottom, his waste jerking uncontrollably as he empties his immature seed into his sister.
We take out time washing up after the kid's lovemaking. After we've emptied the bath and dried off, I carry Chris to the bedroom while Genna follows behind. The three of us don't bother with nightclothes, we slip between the sheets of my bed naked.
As we nestle beneath the covers, Chris's mouth finds my nipple and Genna's fingers weave their way into my bush. Another night of making love to my beautiful children. I could never ask for anything more.
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Mike checked his watch and saw that he was early, five
minutes early.  Knowing that his old
friend Vic got upset if he was early, Mike sat in his pickup and waited for the
seconds to tick off. Out of his
peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure descending the
stairs. He looked up just before the
black man disappeared into the dark. He
checked his watch again; two minutes. 
For Mike, the short wait seemed agonizingly long. He understood that Vic had a strict schedule
to keep, but Mike didn’t want to waste precious time. A quick glance at his wristwatch told him it
was time… Time to go… Time for a little naughty
fun. Gathering up a cold six pack
of beer in one hand, Mike headed for the stairs that led to the landing of
Vic’s apartment. He rapped on the
apartment door and patiently waited until Vic opened the door. 
“Who is it?” said the muffled voice through the door. 
“Vic, it’s Mike.”  Mike heard the rattling of multiple chains
and dead bolts unlatching. The door
cracked open and Mike saw a single bloodshot eyeball peering through the small
gap. Suddenly the door swung wide open
and Vic, dressed in a wife-beater shirt and a pair of gym shorts, grinned back
at his friend.
“C’mon in, Mike,” the bearded man said while casting a suspicious
glance across the open landing. Mike
stepped inside and Vic quickly shut the steel door and refastened the multiple chains and
dead bolts.
“Wha’cha
got, Mike?” Vic asked eyeing the beer.
“I brought some beer and I brought some weed,” replied Mike.
“ Fuckin ’ outstanding!” replied Vic
while grinning ear to ear.
“Is, uh, Kathy here?” asked Mike as he looked about the
unkempt apartment.
“ Naw ! Bitch is at work," Vic replied with a grin. "Won’t be home for hours.”
“ Fuckin ’
outstanding!” Mike laughed. 
“Okay, you have a choice, your regular cash contribution or this quarter
bag,” he said as he held up the bag of weed in one hand and a small wad of cash
in the other .
“Is that shit any good?” asked Vic pointing to the baggie.
“Why don’t you roll up a number and find out.”
A few minutes later the two men sat on the tattered sofa,
drinking a beer and passing a fat number back and forth between them. Within a minute, both men had a good buzz
going. “This is some good shit ,” complimented Vic after exhaling. “I’ll take the weed.”
“That’s a deal, Vic!” Mike replied.
Immediately he followed with, “Where is she?”
“Taking a nap,” replied Vic. 
“ Wanna see?”
“Damned right I do! I
sure as hell didn’t come over here to look at your ugly face.”
The two men rose and made their way into a
bedroom. There sprawled out on the bed
and fast asleep was angelic four-year-old Jenny. 
Mike sat on the edge of the bed and studied the little blond
headed girl. His nostrils flared as the
clean sweet scent of talcum powder drifted up to him. She looked so sweet, so innocent, and she
smelled so delicious. To Mike, her most striking facial feature were her li
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