A mother shouldn’t ever sleep or make love to their children, according to the law. A mother shouldn’t love a child more than any other child they... have, but I couldn’t help thinking about how much I loved my own son more than my oldest daughter. My own son, the apple of my eye and the father of our new baby girl.It was hard at first hiding who the father was. Rumors had hit our town about who the baby daddy was, everyone, guessing and judging. If only they knew my son had made me pregnant and. I could feel its weight bouncing lightly onto my hand every so often.We were both in good shape and the trail wasn't all that taxing, so when we stopped some distance short of the trailhead it wasn't to catch our breaths but to delay the moment when we'd have to return to the reality of roads and car exhausts. We stood side by side, arms around each other. Slowly we surveyed our surroundings, swinging our eyes around.Then came the moment we happened to turn toward each other. Our eyes locked. The act made me feel a bit sluty, but it didn't really bother me, not at the time. What did surprise me were the subtle differences in the taste of the guys' semen. None of them tasted bad, but I preferred JR's flavor over all of them—it must be because I love JR.My girlfriends were really cool about what I did. They cheered me on while I took each of the guys on, one after the other. JR and I were the only real couple, the rest of the group just seemed to hook up, maybe something would come. "Vanessa hugged her body tightly to Tom's and he felt Tom's erection against her thigh. "I guess I really do make him happy," she thought. I bet I could make him happier. "Tom?" Yeah?" Would it make you happy if I touched your thing?" Do you want to touch it?" I do, if it would make you happy, I'd like you to touch me down there too," she smiled."I'd only be happy if you were happy..." he started before realizing his mistake."Then I guess I'm happy," she smiled as she pulled him into her.