"Good night Jonah, Mama's going to bed" I said to my son with a gentle smile. Meanwhile he was sitting at his desk, playing games or whatever on his pc.
"Night mom, I'll stay up for just a few minutes more, I just need to finish this match".
He glanced and smiled at me, then got back at his things.
"Alright, but don't stay up too late, ok sweetie?"
I closed the door and turned around, his sister's room is right in front of his.
"Sarah, darling, Mama's going to bed".
My daughter jumped out of her bed and rushed to hug me.
"Good night mommy! I'm going to bed too now".
I kissed her on the cheek and walked the corridor heading to my bedroom, Sarah looked at Jonah's room's door for a few seconds before closing the door.
"I hope she checks on her big brother and tells him to go to bed at some point, I don't want him to stay up till 2 a.m. staring at a monitor", I said to myself.
My Husband, Greg, was already in bed and already half asleep, like usual.
"The kids are fine, they're both going to bed soon", I said to him, pretending he was even slightly interested.
He grunted.
I undid a couple of buttons on my pajama shirt, showing my cleavage more, my tits are obviously not the same as when I was a teen but they're still big and I'd say they hold up pretty well.
"Yeah, soooo...Since we have some time alone now...what about-"
"I'm very tired Margaret, I have work tomorrow. Good night".
Said that, Greg rolled over on a side, a few seconds later I heard him sneezing.
I sighed, another night without sex.
The brief, mediocre, small dicked sex my husband could offer and the only one I had for the past 20 years.
How much time has passed since the last time? 7? 8 months?
And what about the last time this slob gave me an orgasm? Before we got engaged maybe, maybe never.
By the way, in case you're wondering: my name's Margaret, I'm 47 years old and, sigh, I'm married to Greg, 51.
We have a son, Jonah, 19; and a daughter, Sarah, 18.
You may also be wondering why I haven't dumped yet this useless fuck that's sleeping like a log next to me.
It's for the kids honestly, They're both grown ups by now but I don't want to make them get through their parents' divorce until they still live in the same house as us.
I'm seriously considering accepting the advances of that black colleague at work though, Greg is oblivious, he'd never find out.
To be clear, I'm not a whore, I'm... just so fucking horny! I'm desperate, really.
I got out of bed after a few minutes of hopelessly staring at the ceiling and headed to the kitchen.
Usually when I'm as sexually frustrated as I can be, like tonight, I drink a glass of wine in the kitchen and finger myself in the bathroom with some porn.
Does it work? Not really, but it's the best I can do.
I got on my tippy toes while walking next to Jonah's room, he still had the lights on and I didn't want him to see his mother drinking alone at midnight in a dark kitchen.
"I told you no!"
"Mh? Is Jonah on the phone?" I wondered.
I stopped in front of his door and listened, not sure why, I never intruded on my children's privacy but I was bored.
"Come oooon, why not??"
It was Sarah's voice, I wondered what they were whispering about so late at night.
I placed my ear on the door and started eavesdropping.
"I'm serious Sarah, get out of my room! We can't do that anymore".
"Oohh We CaN't Do ThAt AnYmOrE", repeated Sarah with a mocking tone.
"Don't shout like that! And be serious! If Mom or Dad find this out we are done! Dead! You hear me?"
As a responsible parental figure as I thought I was, at this point my duty would have been to storm into the room and demand the truth about the secret business my Children had going on that I must absolutely not have known about.
But I didn't, I ducked and started peeking on the keyhole.
I had a narrow view of the room, but I could see Jonah's bed:
Jonah was sitting, Sarah was standing in front of him, I couldn't see the face of hers but his looked pissed.
"Please Jonah, just a quick thing? I'll be quiet!" Whispered Sarah with a begging tone.
"No", spat out Jonah.
"Oh my God, are my children doing drugs?! It must be it!" I realized.
I was on the verge of tears, my mind was racing: "Shit, this is awful... How did I fail to notice that? I have to do something! Something quick now!"
I'll admit I was paralyzed by the news so I didn't immediately open the door.
As soon as I placed my hand on the door knob, Sarah said something else: "Just a blowjob and I'm out of here! come ooon", she added, still begging on her brother.
I froze and kept spying on them in disbelief, did I hear that right? I ducked down again and looked again into the keyhole.
"Is 'blowjob' a word new generations use to refer to a dose of God knows what kind of drug?" I wondered.
Jonah tried to hold on a grin while scanning her sister from head to toes, I swear I saw something tingling in his grey trousers.
"Fine, fine", he said after a fake sigh.
He got up and without any hesitation pulled his pants and underwear down at once, revealing his already semi-hard cock, then he sat down on the verge of the bed.
Sarah got to her knees and grabbed it, just a few slow strokes and Jonah's cock grew against her eyes to his full size in a matter of seconds and, my God, it was massive!
I can't say the size for sure since I was fairly distant and was staring at it through a keyhole but it was much longer than Sarah's face, definitely over 8 inches, maybe 9.
It was also really girthy, with a fat mushroom pulsing in front of my baby girl's lustful, hungry face.
For a few seconds my mind could only focus about that dick, Jonah definitely didn't take from his father.
Jonah is a tall man, standing at about 6'3, with a lean and scrawny physique, he doesn't look like the kind of person that got a big meat honestly, but there it was.
After this random consideration, popped into my mind instantly from seeing a penis after so long, I realized what was happening in front of me.
"The blowjob is a literal blowjob, my children are having sex with each other!
