Raising triplets is never easy, but it's especially challenging when they have telekinetic powers. Mr. and Mrs. Wolfton's sons seemed normal at first. They were close, but no closer than any other set of brothers. When they were around 7, their unusual abilities became apparent. Being young boys, they mainly used their talents on mundane things: grabbing toys off high shelves, stealing cookies from cupboards, that sort of thing. Of course, once Mark and Jane say what their sons were capable of, they sought the advice of experts, and once word got out there was a flurry of publicity. Scientists came, did tests, and walked away no wiser than before. Mystics came and made cryptic proclamations about phases of the moon, and three sons of the second son of a first son that left no one at all any wiser than before. (Mr. Wolfton was an only child, and his father had been the fourth of five sons, but the mystics never let the facts get in the way of a good proclamation). The boys had a short-lived television career, starring in a few commercials, but after that, their celebrity faded. It was mainly due to the limitations of their powers. They could only telekinetically manipulate an object if all three triplets simultaneously concentrated on it, there had to be a clear line of sight with a maximum distance of around 20 feet, and the force of the telekinesis was weak, only capable of lifting objects weighing a few pounds at most. "It's barely more convenient than just walking over and picking something up," their father had remarked. By age 12, the boys were living a relatively normal life, punctuated every year or two by a call from a reporter writing a "Where are they now?" story.
Like any well-adjusted set of teenage boys, the triplets liked to play pranks, a practice that was only slightly facilitated by their telekinesis. Shortly after they turned 18, however, the triplets' pranks began to take a turn. The pranks became more cruel, and very sexual. In particular, the boys seemed to enjoy causing "wardrobe malfunctions" in women they found attractive. At first, there was no discernible pattern: snapping a girl's bra strap here, popping a teacher's blouse button there. Then the triplets all developed a crush on the same girl, and she was the object of their relentless attention. Every day, she was the subject of countless "mishaps": her boob would pop out of her shirt, or she would find her fly down. One day, she wore a skirt and found that her panties had fallen to her ankles. At first, the triplets tried to pass the events off as a series of coincidences, but soon the pattern became so apparent that they were written up, and Jane had to have a talk with her sons about how to appropriately express their feelings. As it turned out, their clumsy attempts at courting had been unnecessary--or perhaps had been effective--because the girl had a crush of her own on the triplets and had relieved all three of them of their virginities behind the cafeteria one afternoon; or at least that's what Jane had gleaned from the detention slips she had had to sign.
As it turned out, that girl had been lucky. The triplets began to turn their attentions elsewhere, and the more a woman resisted the more rough they got with her until she gave in. The worst victim had been their babysitter. Maybe they had been so mean with her because they found her especially pretty, maybe because they didn't like being bossed around by a woman only a few years older than them. Whatever the reason, they gave her the works. After rebuffing their proposition, she was subjected to a litany of torments. Not only did her clothes continually fall off, doors opened in her face and food seemed to always find a way of spilling onto her. When Jane and Mark had returned from their night out, they walked in on the babysitter, messy and bruised, taking all three cocks into her pussy at the same time. At first, they were afraid that she would sue, or even press charges, but her family was a bunch of snobs who just wanted everything hushed up. Still, Jane felt sorry for the poor girl. She lived nearby, and although she never spoke to them again, Jane saw her walking bowlegged around town for weeks afterward. After that, there were no more babysitters (it was kind of silly to hire one in the first place--her sons were technically adults, and capable of taking care of themselves), and Mr and Mrs. Wolfton made sure to quietly spread a warning to all the women in their sons' social orbit: if they pursue you, don't fight. It's best to just let them have their way.
At the moment, however, such concerns were far from Jane's mind. It was her husband's birthday, and she wanted to make it a happy one. Waking up before him, she showered and put on his favorite pair of panties. He called them her "slut panties" because they were a sheer black mesh that left little to the imagination. Jane paused for a moment to appraise herself in the mirror. Bearing triplets had widened her hips and expanded her chest. She was definitely curvy, but kept in good shape. More than once she had heard one of her sons' classmates call her a milf when they thought she couldn't hear them. Jane noticed her husband stirring, so she walked over to the bed to give him a good-morning birthday kiss. Getting dolled up for her him had made her horny, so she didn't object when he squeezed her boobs and then reached around to fondle her ass. Mark was definitely an ass man, and he often praised Jane's large, yet firm, posterior. He often remarked on how he enjoyed seeing Jane's ass through those panties and how he liked to fuck her from behind so he could watch her ass bounce with every thrust.
Mark's kisses traveled down from Jane's mouth, took a detour to her breasts, and soon set off even further south. Jane felt her pussy twitch as her husband kissed her through the thin material of her panties. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her aroused pussy. Jane only stopped him when he stuck a finger in her.
