Bedtime Story

This story involves the same characters from six earlier stories from "LLC" (, 7/13/2026) through "Christmas" (:, 9/17/2026). It deals with a completely different aspect of the relationships between parents and children and reading the earlier stories is not required... but recommended.

I'm Karen, married to Joe for twenty-two years, and mother of twins, Chet and Kim. Both of the twins are in their sophomore year of college, Chet at the main campus about three hours away by car, and Kim, until recently, at the local branch of the university in town.

Chet, a normally shy, withdrawn person, changed dramatically during his first semester at school. His newly suave personality aroused my curiosity and it led to his having sexual relationships with not only me, but his sister too. The relationships began at Thanksgiving when Chet was home for the Thanksgiving and then the Christmas holidays.

During that time we were very open about our relationships and I hinted that Joe and I had experiences during our time in college similar to those Chet was having. For sophomore year, Kim transferred to the main campus and she shared an apartment with Chet and Alicia, a sorority sister who found Chet to be as fascinating and fulfilling as Kim and I did. We established a pattern where I did their laundry at home and drove it to them on Wednesday afternoon and returned with the dirty laundry Thursday morning, a pattern that Joe was aware and approved of.

During the Spring, I began to have thoughts of sharing the early years of Joe's and my relationship since it had a bearing on both Chet and Kim that they were unaware of and, as adults, should know. So, in late March, when they were on Spring break, I gathered them in our living room one morning and told them a story from my and Joe's wild years.

"The 1980's were instrumental to how Joe and I lived and played. The country was just coming out of the sexual revolution years and cohabiting without marriage was generally the accepted norm. Joe and I were married but we didn't give up the relationships we had with each other and others.

"There were eight of us, three other couples, one of which was married as we were. We were on a social pathway that Joe and I expected to end with sexual interactions between all of us. One New Year's Eve, before things had gone that far, we were all gathered at the home of Mark and Chris, since they were the only couple to own their own place.

"Chris had taken the time to make their place very festive, with large bunches of mistletoe hanging strategically around the living room, colorful Christmas decorations, and a large selection of adult beverages available on the kitchen counter with ice and mixers if anyone wanted them.

"We had all gathered by eight pm and greeted each other with unlimited hugs and kisses. By nine, we were all feeling quite happy, not drunk but not sober either, everyone loose, free, and knowing where the mistletoe had been hung by heart. That led to a considerable amount of random kissing and uncontested touching. Personally, I had my ass patted and my tits squeezed uncountable times by everyone of the men and two of the women.

"Near ten, we gathered in front of Mark's and Chris' old twenty-seven-inch television to watch Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin Eve and the red apple ball drop on the top of the New York Times building in Times Square. We watched it in black and white but we knew it was red because Dick Clark told us it was.

"We resumed partying until Ellen loudly asked Hugh, Janice's partner, 'And what are you prepared to do in return.'

"Hugh ignored her question but it begged an explanation and she provided it. 'Hugh just challenged me to remove my blouse.'

"Joe suggested that Hugh had a terrific idea and he didn't see why Ellen had a problem with it.

"'I'm certainly not going to take off my clothes alone,' Ellen stated firmly.

"'What's the big deal' I asked and took off my blouse. That led to all of the other women shedding their shirts and blouses.

"'Anyone up for the bras?' Roger asked.

"'Not until we see some skin from the guys,' demanded Ellen.

"That began a free-for-all where we encouraged each other to remove clothing, often helping them to do so. We were all half naked when Chris corralled us to watch the telecast of 'New Year's Eve Chicago Style' on the television. It was a short telecast, reverting to continuing coverage of Times Square shortly after midnight in Chicago. One of the women was topless, the rest in bra and panties. The men were all in just their varying styles of briefs or shorts.

"Within fifteen minutes we were all naked and testing the possibilities. Chris collected everyone to watch the telecast from Denver as local midnight approached. Many of us stood with arms around each other to watch. Disappointingly, the telecast was a repeat of the earlier Dick Clark coverage of the red apple ball on top of the New York Times building in Times Square.

"Midnight arrived and the room filled with passionate kissing and excessive fondling, the actual positions of the mistletoe forgotten. Janice was the first to kiss Mark's penis and then suck it completely into her mouth and Ellen quietly led Joe out of the room in the direction of the bedrooms, an area of the house that Chris had taken special care to prepare.

"By four in the morning, I had sex with all four of the men, and Hugh twice. I believe all of the women had similar experiences although most did not have the four semen and sperm experiences that I had internalized. Joe and I headed home a dozen minutes after four am. We were too tired to discuss much on the drive but late the next morning we lay in bed and exchanged our experiences."

"That's interesting," commented Chet. "But how does that involve us?"

"Give me another minute," I told him. "I haven't finished the story yet.

"The conversations after New Year's focused on the party at Chris' and Mark's. Ellen referred to it as an 'orgy in slow motion.' We all agreed in general and we all suggested we do it again. Janice suggested that she'd even consider smaller subsets of the four couples.

"That was pretty much the sum of the post party comments until, three weeks after the party, I discovered that I was pregnant. Using the calendar and the timing of my cycle, I was positive that it happened on New Year's Eve."

"And our birthday is September 14th," gasped Kim after doing some quick math.

"You were about ten days early," I explained.

"And you don't know who our father actually is," Chet guessed.

"True," I confessed. "We've never told anyone else about the problem. We've just convinced ourselves that Joe is your father and moved on."

"So, is he?" asked Kim.

"That's the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question isn't it?" I explained. "Mathematically, there's a twenty-five percent chance that he is for at least one of you since that night two of my eggs were fertilized but the math is a little fuzzy since it doesn't consider things like the strength of the men's sperm and the size of their deposit."

"And the other one?" Chet asked.

"Mathematically, there's a twenty-five percent chance that you both have the same father, but, here's the real problem, there's only about a six percent chance that person is actually Joe."

"Why are you telling us this now?" Kim asked.

"You're adults now and you have a relationship with each other where things like your genetic composition is something to be considered," I told her.

"So, you're saying that our sexual relationship is only slightly incestuous?" Kim questioned.

"I don't think that's what Karen is saying," spoke up Chet. "We still have the same mother no matter who our individual father's are. It's not uncommon for a woman to have children by different men, just not at the same time. What we do still has the same issues as any of those siblings."

"Chet's right," I agreed.

"So, what do we do?" asked Kim.

"The same as Joe and I have been doing, nothing," I said.

"Couldn't we get DNA testing?" asked Kim.

"If you really want to know that strongly," I agreed. "You, Chet, and Joe could be screened and there's a slight chance you'd have a definite match with one of you. Barring that, you've got nothing of value. Do you want to ask the other three men for DNA samples? That creates more problems than it solves and it risks problems with three other families. And, if you were successful, and knew for sure who your father is, what are you going to do about it? Joe's not in the DNA data base, nor will he ever be. I'm not sure any good comes from the possible outcomes of such a quest."

"Eventually, our children could have DNA testing and discover they have different grandparents."

"That's true but I hope you not talking about children you have with Chet," Karen said. "It would matter even less. For example, you and Chet are siblings with the same mother. Since you inherited fifty percent of your DNA from me and fifty percent from your father, you might think you share fifty percent of your DNA with each other. The actual percentage is closer to twenty-five percent. That means it's only about six percent shared between children when compared to their grandparents."

"What about family history as it relates to my health?" asked. Kim.

"That's a possible issue," I conceded. "Doctors always seem to want a family history as it relates to your health, but I've never experienced a case where they actually refer to it during treatment."

"So, we do nothing?" asked Kim.

"Exactly," I confirmed. "You and Chet have been doing nothing about it for over twenty years without knowing and without a problem. I suggest that now that you know, doing nothing is still the best policy."

Afterward, Kim went shopping. It was something she did when faced with an intractable problem. She rarely bought anything but it did give her private time to think. Chet went to his room for the same reason.

About twenty minutes later, I knocked on Chet's bedroom door after taking a shower. My hair was up on my head to keep it dry and I was wearing a knee-length cotton robe. Wordlessly, I indicated that Chet should move from his position at his desk to his bed.

Chet sat on the side of the bed and I stood in front of him. I was feeling different and it showed in my stance and demeaner. I felt more comfortable, less tense, even somewhat vulnerable. I smiled and lit up the room. Without artifice or erotic intent, I untied my robe and let it fall off my shoulders onto the floor at my feet.

I was standing naked before Chet with breasts and pubic hair on display but I was also poised, relaxed, and confident. I felt empathic and desirable without being erotic and my energy was as if I'd shed a significant burden. I began to believe that Chet calling me Karen was a mistake. Yes, we were all adults and using our given names reflected that reality but I was much more. I was his mother, mom, and I would be mom forever.

Chet stood in front of me and removed his t-shirt, shorts, and briefs. We kissed lightly and hugged. Not a hug where I pressed my breasts against his chest and ground my hips against his hips. A hug where we held each other in our arms and gave our love for each other room to intensify and envelop us.

We gravitated to the bed and lay alongside each other. We pulled the sheet over us and looked into each other's eyes. There was no need for words. We kissed softly as if for the first time and I touched his erection frequently.

He closed his eyes as I slowly slid down on him without pause or hesitation, until I could go no further. He was inside me further than ever before and without a hint of discomfort. I leaned forward, my nipples touching his chest, and kissed him.

"Mom," he whispered.

I squealed and kissed him harder. I sat up with my hands on his shoulders and began to move my hips on his erection. My tears splashed on his chest. Chet opened his eyes and saw the tears in my eyes. I let them flow freely as I squeezed his erection with my vagina and brought tears to his eyes.

We cried together, rolled over, and he pressed further inside me. My orgasm rumbled throughout my body and his orgasm filled me with conceptual volumes of sperm laden semen. We lay together gasping for breath and recovering from our mutual exertion. Too soon, we separated and I lay in his arms and with my arm and leg over his body.

We were still like that when Kim came into Chet's room without knocking. "Chet,... " she started to say. "Oh. I'll come back," she recovered.

"Don't go," Chet said.

"Yes. Don't go,"I echoed. "You belong here. With us. I can't imagine you anywhere else."

Kim paused, walked around the bed, disrobed, and slipped under the sheet next to Chet. He put his arm around her and she put her head on his chest and her arm and leg over his body in a mirror image of me on his other side.

Over the next five hours lunch was forgotten. We held on to each other, make love to each other, and shed more tears together. Kim was as emotional as I was. Several times during the afternoon, we treated Chet to having either me or Kim on his erection and the other on his face, and I suspected he learned a lot about how women offered and experienced sex with each other.

Kim and I had multiple orgasms while, with our caution, Chet only came twice. The result was an erection almost always ready to bring happiness to us women. Oral sex was an important event in our "orgy in slow motion." At one point, Kim shared that she "kinda liked doing nothing."

We were recovering together when Joe came home from work. When he didn't find me in the kitchen preparing dinner, he began searching the bedrooms. He came through the door of Chet's bedroom and stopped suddenly when he saw the three of us in bed. Later, he shared that his surprise was that we were all naked and he wasn't. That was not the case for long. Moments later, his clothing joined ours on the floor and he exchanged places with Chet between Kim and I on the bed. Before Chet reached the bathroom door, Joe's erection became the focus of our attention.

Joe and I exchanged kisses and I focused his attention on Kim, who was waiting impatiently. I followed Chet into the bathroom and found him in the shower. I peed and joined him. We scrubbed the residues of the afternoon's emotional romp off and took advantage of our mutual arousal when we cleansed each other's genitals. I bent over with my hands on the rear wall of the shower and Chet slipped into me from behind. There was something erotic having sex with hot water running off our bodies and I used every trick I knew to encourage Chet's orgasm.

He didn't disappoint me and we completed our shower after recleaning parts of our bodies. Joe and Kim were beyond interruption when we returned to the bedroom. They were head to toe orally pleasuring each other and I doubt they even noticed our presence.

We moved to the master bedroom and crawled into the bed together where we kissed, fondled and spoke softly to each other content to just be together. Thirty minutes later, Joe led Kim through the bedroom and into the bathroom again without showing any interest in our presence. Chet and I agreed that they needed a shower and they were opting for the larger shower in our bathroom rather than the smaller shower over the tub that Chet and I had shared earlier.

We never had dinner and we slept together in the same bed that night.