The twins who lived next door were sixteen years old, like my son, Toby, but they were a year behind him, about to become juniors in high school. One was a boy, one a girl, and they spent zero time with Toby. It seems a school year makes a big difference at that age.

You might already know me, Lauren, from what I’ve written in the Mom’s Laptop series of stories. And from the pictures I’ve posted and refuse to blush about. The twins, though, Haley and Danny, will be new to you, as they mostly were to me. Long story short, their mom had to fly to her sister’s funeral and didn’t want to take them along due to COVID. It would just be a weekend trip, the “babysitter” she normally used was finishing up vacation, so I became the reluctant but willing care-giver for two teenagers.

‘They’ll have Toby to play with, so it should be fine,” I said. Their mom agreed. Their mom was divorced, like I am. She looked really harried, trying to do a dozen things at the same time. I seldom try to do more than eight things at once. Twins must be a lot tougher than just one son.

“Make sure they do their homework,” she said. “And Haley doesn’t eat vegetables, except spinach. And Danny likes to play in his room, I guess I don’t know what that means since they’re sharing a room at your place. Anyway, I hope you have fun, and I’ll be back soon in any case.”

And she left me with the twins, to whom I was showing the guest room and its two twin beds. We had all already passed my COVID tests, temperature and oxygen saturation level, and Haley had made me do them, too. They seemed both grumpy about the shared sleeping space and excited to be somewhere besides home.

Overall, everything appeared to be fine, Toby appeared eager to be nice, we watched the news on TV and I made enchiladas for dinner, which I must say were excellent. Towards the end of the meal, Toby said, “Oh, Katie called, and I’ll be spending the night at her place. OK, mom?”

Well, Toby sleeping over at Katie’s wasn’t novel, he’d done it several times in the past six months, but this was the first time in maybe eight weeks. It sounded like they were on again as boyfriend and girlfriend. Or something like that.

“Well, I kind of wanted you here this weekend,” I said, my eyes shifting toward the twins’ side of the table.

“Yeah,” Toby said, “I get that, but, well, Katie seems to want to be really good friends again, if you know what I mean. I think I should take her up on that, not put her off.”

I frowned, and said I didn’t know, and agreed. I expect that the weekend would have gone completely differently had Toby been home.

I did the dishes; Haley and Danny went back to the TV. They seemed incredibly close, but I guessed that was normal for twins. They sat side by side on the sofa and shared whatever was on their phones until I came out of the kitchen.

“I’ve got homework to do,” Haley said. “I’ll be in our room.”

“How about you, Danny?” I asked.

“No, I’m good,” he answered. “I’ll stay out here and watch a movie or something.”

“If you’re sure about homework. What’ll we watch?” I asked.

“Blue is the Warmest Color, I think,” he said. “It’s sort of a romance.”

I’d never heard of it.

“Sounds good, although I’m a little surprised you’re interested in romances.”

We started to watch. We were both on the sofa, quite a ways apart. Danny had changed into his pajamas even though it was only about eight thirty. Maybe he didn’t want to bother Haley later?

Before too long, I understood what Danny saw in this romance.

“Um, does your mother let you watch this sort of thing?” I asked. It had become clear that not only was the movie about lesbians, the sex in it was soft-core porn, although it was very well done.

“Well, to be honest, no she doesn’t. But I don’t see any harm, do you?”

Well, I’d fucked my son and enjoyed his girlfriend, so no, I really didn’t see any harm. But I didn’t know Danny. Although maybe I did… he was a sixteen-year-old boy, like Toby, and sex would be half of his life, or at least thinking about it would be.

“No, I guess I don’t,” I answered. I shut up.

“Is it OK if I stretch out on the sofa?” he asked. The girls on the screen were kissing.

Before I could answer, he put his head in my lap and his feet at the other end of the sofa. He must be almost six feet tall, I thought. He turned his head toward the TV set and I moved around a little to get comfortable.

Both he and Haley were quite thin, unusually so, but they seemed to have normal energy. They were both cute, Danny with floppy hair and Haley with an infectious smile. They both had some freckles, not many, but then it was the end of August.

On the screen, the girls were naked. In a tasteful way, you could see everything, which was somewhat shocking for Netflix. They were kissing somewhat frantically, lips and breasts and cunts. Again, tasteful, but…

I noticed I was rubbing Danny’s shoulder. The movie stirred me somewhat. I looked down and saw a tent in his pajamas where he obviously had a serious hard-on. He wasn’t doing anything with it, but it must have bothered him? I think it would have bothered me. On the screen, both girls had their hands on Emma’s pussy and they were kissing like crazy. Tastefully.

My hand crept down his front and rubbed his tummy. This is stupid, I thought. I’m just horny, not slutty, I don’t sleep with people I don’t know. I started to bring my hand back to his shoulder, but Danny took my hand in his and guided it back down. He took it further, to his waistband, and let go. He’d leave it up to me whether or not to go farther.

“Danny?” I began.

“Your hand feels nice,” he said. Okay, that was a hint.

And that was all I needed, I guess. I reminded myself that this was legal in about half the U.S., even if he was young for California. I slipped my hand over his pajama bottoms and onto his cock. His hips came up in affirmation. I felt the outline of his dick and I rubbed it.

“That’s so good,” he said. He lay flat on his back, no longer watching the TV, and reached up to squeeze a breast. He was eager, no doubt about it.

I massaged him gently, tracing the outline of his dick with two fingers, up and down each side, then up the middle and pressing a little near the top. I saw a tiny bit of wetness, pre-cum I presumed, on his pajamas at the end of his cock. I stroked him faster, his pajamas still between my hand and his cock. I took hold of him, grasping his dick near the end, and jerking him quickly. I was thinking about reaching inside through the front opening when he came.

“OH!” he almost yelled. “OH!” It wasn’t much in the way of talking, but I could feel the cum squirting out of his cock, making his pajamas seriously wet. “Ohhhhhh.”

His shoulders slumped down and he relaxed. I, on the other hand, was embarrassed, excited and more than a little aroused. On the TV screen, everyone was dressed again.

“Thank you, that was very nice,” Danny said.

“What’s going on out here?” Haley asked. She had come from her room, apparently having heard Danny. She, too, was wearing pajamas, plain pink with a normal t-shirt top and fringed, very short shorts. She looked at the TV, where the two girls were kissing again, then at us, then at the wet spot on the front of Danny’s pajamas.

“Oh, Danny, what the fuck did you do?” she asked, a little too explicitly for me.

“I, uh,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” Haley said. “Danny thinks with his dick. All the time, in fact. He shouldn’t have done whatever he did. Asshole.”

She tried to sound firm, even motherly, but she said it all with a smile. And she didn’t stop looking at his wet spot.

“You two have had sex,” I deduced. “Together, I mean. And more than once.”

“No,” they both said, way too quickly. “We never, she didn’t, I wouldn’t… “ Their voices tripped over each other as they protested much too much. Kids.

“It’s OK,” I said. “I’m not judging. In fact, I think it’s fine, so long as you’re careful that Haley doesn’t get pregnant. You’ve got to explore your sexuality and whom better to do it with?”

Haley had the courtesy to blush.

“Thank you,” she said. “Mom wouldn’t see it that way, so please don’t tell her. But, yes, we’ve had sex a few times and I’m sure we will again. I like it.”

Danny’s cock was starting to harden, as a non-existent bump in his pajamas became existent, then evident, then obvious.

“There it goes again,” Haley said.

The TV had been forgotten, although the movie was still running.

“Let’s, um, go to my room, what do you think?” I asked. Six months ago, this never would have occurred to me and giving Danny a handjob wouldn’t have happened. Five months ago, I might have thought about the handjob, having had sex with my son at that point, but I doubt I would have actually done it. Now, after sex with my son and his girlfriend and her mom and Toby’s girlfriend’s father, all because we’re stuck at home and can see just about nobody because of COVID, all because of that, we’re going to my bedroom. I’m sure I wasn’t rationalizing.

They both seemed good with the idea and we took the stairs to my bedroom. Danny saw my laptop and sat down in front of it. I thought for a second and shrugged and gave him the PIN. It opened to the Lushstories home page and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was just the home page and a gazillion stories, but Danny saw that I was logged in. He clicked on the tiny image of me and opened my profile.

“Holy shit,” he said, surprisingly quickly.

I started to run toward the laptop, but he’d rapidly scrolled down the page, said “Holy shit” again, and clicked open a folder of my images.

“Holy shit. Haley, look at this.”

I stopped running and shrugged again. I let them look. It wasn’t like they weren’t going to see me naked in a few minutes anyway. As for the cum in a few of the pictures, well, whatever.

I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. They surprised me by opening Mom’s Laptop, which was hardly the first story on the list, and had begun reading it.

“Holy shit,” Haley said.

I unfastened my bra and tossed it aside. I took off my shorts, but left on my panties. I walked up behind Haley and pressed my pussy against her pajama-covered butt. My arms reached around her and cupped her small breasts. Like I said, six months ago this would have been unthinkable. Now, confronted with two teens who were clearly okay with sex, I barely gave it a thought except for the age part, and I didn’t really think that hard about our age difference. I liked their youth, I admit it. Before I could ask if this was okay, her ass shimmied against me and her back leaned into my boobs. Again, I was really, really horny, I am not a slut.

“You really did this?” Haley asked. “Watched your son masturbate? Watched him cum?”

“Well…” I began.

“And, holy shit, he fucked you?” Haley blurted. “No way. Really?”

“Well…. “

“And you masturbated in front of him?”

“Holy shit,” Danny said.

Haley turned toward me. She looked me over, not that easy to do when standing so close, and reached a hand tentatively toward my breast. She touched it, softly, surprising herself. I took her to bed.

We lay on our sides, facing each other. I stroked her shoulder.

“You haven’t had sex with a woman, have you?” I asked.

“Well,” she began, and looked at her brother. He was busily reading my stories.

“I’ve masturbated with other girls,” she whispered. “And with one of them, we sort of played with each other, if you know what I mean. It was nice enough, I guess, but I enjoy Danny’s dick a lot more.”

I smiled at her and caressed her face.

“Understandable. I enjoy a cock, too, or a vibrator in my pussy. But sometimes… “

I trailed my finger down her face, down her neck and over her breast, such as it was. Her breasts were quite small, small cones when she was upright that became more rounded when she lay down. They were sure to grow, I figured, but hard to say when, probably fairly soon. I landed on a nipple and heard a sharp intake of breath.

“Just lie back and relax,” I said.

Haley did that. Her head on my pillow, she lay quietly with her arms at her sides, her legs close together, although they weren’t touching. I reached out a hand and took her hand in mine. I drew it up her tummy until it was on her boob. I pressed against it, helping her massage her own breast.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked.

“It does,” Haley answered. I pulled her other hand to her other breast and kneaded her boob with my fingers and her hand. I stroked her hair and she closed her eyes, massaging her breasts through her pajama top. She’d said she’d masturbated before with other women.

Danny had kept his pajama bottoms on, but his cock was jutting out from them and leaned against the desk. It wasn’t moving, he wasn’t masturbating, but it looked awfully stiff.

I took Haley’s left hand and guided it to her pajama shorts. I pulled them down a little way, until the top was even with her sparse pubic hair, and put my hand over hers. Her other hand was rubbing her nipple.

Our two hands, together, slid down to her pussy. My fingers urged hers to touch herself. She did it, although not enthusiastically.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked.

“I’m… embarrassed. About touching myself in front of you and Danny.”

“Well, there’s no need. It’s the most normal thing. Look at me, for instance.”

I pulled off my panties, spread my legs a little and put my hand on my clit. I rubbed very lightly, although I was already wet. Haley watched me intently. I inserted two fingers into myself and curled them upwards, touching my G-spot, if there is such a thing. I moved my fingers in and out, my thumb on my clit, and began to feel the effects of my performance.

“Now, you,” I said a bit breathlessly.

Our hands together, we began to rub her pussy, long strokes of her labia. I took my hand away and she continued, hesitantly, to rub her clit. I pulled off her shorts and got between her legs, which she spread extremely wide. While she continued to rub, my tongue licked her around her hole, including her thighs. I did my best to insert my tongue, but I really couldn’t reach very far. Her cunt tasted sweet, I swear it did, a little like peaches. I licked upwards, tonguing her fingers, and she stopped rubbing, allowing me to lick her clit.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she said.

I felt somewhat committed at that point and licked her more assertively. I stuck a finger into her cunt, feeling the tightness, and moved it in and out. My tongue continued to lick. I noted that Danny had quit clicking the mouse, but I didn’t dare turn my head. I put my hands on her thin thighs, spreading her legs further, and sucked at her clit.

Haley’s hands continued to massage her nipples. I licked her. I’m pretty sure Danny watched, maybe stroking his cock. I sucked at her harder, sucking and licking until she came.

“Fuck!” she cried. “Fuck!”

She didn’t cum for very long, maybe ten seconds, but her tensed body completely relaxed afterwards. My face was wet with her juices. I climbed back up beside her and kissed her.

“Nice, huh?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was, thanks. Your body’s so soft. And your lips are soft, too.”

I kissed her again and gave her a little tongue.

Her hand slipped down my body, over my boobs and across my tummy, and found a home in my cunt. She began rubbing inexpertly, but I spread my legs a little wider and reached down to help her out. I positioned her fingers over my clit and we rubbed me together. I inserted first one, then two of her fingers into my pussy, a little bit tricky, but manageable. I wasn’t just wet, I dripped down my thighs.

Danny came over to us and stood by my head.

“Um,” he said.

I reached out and snapped open his pajama bottoms. Haley was on her own with my cunt. I slipped his pajamas down his legs and his stiff cock popped forward. I licked it and took it into my mouth. He tasted great, he felt great… who doesn’t like a nice warm cock in their mouth, even if it is on the small side?

Haley climbed onto my body and put her thigh up against my cunt. She pressed and I pushed back, generating reasonable friction. She licked Danny’s balls and I stopped sucking his cock so she could have a chance, but she just licked the shaft. So I did the same and we both licked it and kissed it and occasionally I’d suck it a little.

My pussy wasn’t getting a lot of attention, as Haley was far more focused on Danny.

“Look,” I asked, “do you two want to have intercourse? Real sex? Fuck each other?”

Neither of them said anything, but Danny looked hopeful and I was sure that Haley felt the same.

“OK, Danny, get over on...