Shana’s head was in her sometimes daddy’s lap and her bare feet were tucked into the back of the couch’s cushion. She stuck a piece of buttery popcorn to the end of her tongue and drew it into her mouth.“Don’t I get any?” Kenny asked. Shana took one out of the bowl and lifted it up close enough for him to take it with his teeth, as well as the fingers that held it. “Daa-ddy!” She giggled and almost knocked the bowl over when she got on her knees to kiss another kernel to his lips. She settled back the way she was and he stroked her hair and shoulders. He let Shana stay up later than she should have so they could watch the Sunday night game together. She was wearing her “luv u” jammies, super soft capris with a pastel-lettered “luv u” pattern, and an elbow-length top with a pink and blue heart on its front. She tugged at the hem to cover her cold belly. Tonight, Shana was seventeen, relaxed, and content. In the morning, she’d be forced to be twenty-seven for the next five days of nine-to-five-plus work at the law firm. “What are they doing now?” “It’s second and twelve at their forty. They’re going to run again.” “Oh.” Shana yawned. “I like their pants.” “I know you do.” “They all have big bulges in front. Does that mean they all have big cocks?” “They’re wearing cups to protect their cocks. That’s not their cocks making the bulges.” “Oh. Do they have big cocks anyway?” “I imagine some of them do.” “I like their tight pants.” “So you said.” “Do they ever play without any clothes on?” “No, of course not.” “How come?” “Because then they’d hurt their cocks.” “Oh. And their balls too, I guess.” “I guess.” Shana munched some more while Ken tried to watch the game. “Can girls play?” “Not with the boys.” “Do girls play without any clothes on?” “No, but sometimes they play in their underwear.” “Oh. We should watch that someday.” Kenny leaned over to kiss her head. “Good idea, Princess.” Shana yawned again and told Kenny she was going to bed. She straddled his lap and kissed him in a way that most daughters don’t kiss their daddies, rubbing her nipples hard against his chest. “Nighty-night, Daddy. I love you.” “Love you too, Princess. Nighty-night.” ~~~ Michael casually tugged at his penis as he nursed at his sometimes mommy’s teat, swallowing one mouthful after another of her sweet, warm milk. Whenever he got just a little stiff, he’d leave istanbul travesti himself alone for a while so he wouldn’t make a mess. Pauline sighed after one particularly long draw. She adopted, in a manner of speaking, her little boy right after he graduated from high school. Now in his mid-twenties, Sunday nights were special bonding times before he had to go to his warehouse supervisor’s job early Monday morning. Bath time started with a spray from the bidet while the tub filled with silky, aromatic bubbles. Michael climbed in on his hands and knees and Pauline cautiously worked a slippery finger into his tush. Her other hand was cupped under his smallish half-limp pee-pee as she wiggled her finger against his prostate. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he made a mess: more than a dribble but less than a deluge of innocent ejaculate. “Here’s your bath snack, Muffin.” “Yummy!” he exclaimed as he lapped her palm clean. Michael played with a boat while his mommy scrubbed him soft with a luffa and sponge. Every crack and cleft were cleaned and she tickled his feet and kissed his toes after threading the cloth between them. Pauline was naked as well; Michael just couldn’t keep all the water in the tub. The boy was dried with a fluffy towel, he nursed and he came on his belly after a very slight tap on the tip of his pee-pee. His mommy slurped it up and held it for him until after he was dressed for bed. They swap-kissed good night. “I love you, Mommy.” “I love you too, Muffin. Night-night.” ~~~ After the young ones were asleep, Kenny called Pauline about the possibility of a sleepover. Shana and Michael had gotten along very well during their play date and Michael pestered Pauline at least every day for Shana to come to spend the night at their house. Little Shana had only slept away from home one other time, at her mommy’s apartment, and she was anxious then. She needed to be convinced even more to sleep somewhere new and away from either parent when Ken talked to her the next day. “What if I don’t like the food?” “Auntie Pauline knows what you like.” “What if I’m bored?” “Were you bored here when Michael and Auntie Pauline were here for your play date?” “No, but all my toys are here. What if he has dumb toys?” “You can bring some of yours.” “Can I bring my pony tail?” “Yes.” “I mean the one that goes in my bottom.” “Yes.” “What istanbul travestileri if we both want to be ponies?” “I’ll tell you what. Let’s buy him one as a thank you for letting you come over.” “Well…” “I promise if you want to come home even in the middle of the night then I’ll come right over to get you.” “Promise-promise?” “Of course, Princess.” ~~~ “Shana’s here! Shana’s here! Shana’s here!” Michael’s hug barely kept her upright after their collision. “Hi, Pauline,” Kenny said. “It looks like they’ll be fine. Call me if you need to. I told Shana that she could call me any time.” Shana gave her daddy a hug and with a shaky voice asked him if he still promised to come to get her if she wanted to go home. “Yes, yes, yes, Princess. Why don’t you give Michael the present you picked out?” “Here,” she said, handing him the wrapped gift. “Muffin, is there anything you want to say to Shana?” “Thanks.” Pauline told the kids that he could open his present after Shana gets to see the house and where she’ll be sleeping. “Now say goodbye to Uncle Kenny, Muffin.” Michael gave his uncle a kiss, wiggling a taste of his tongue into Ken’s mouth before Ken could break away. “Bye, Uncle Kenny!” “I’ll miss you, Daddy,” Shana said with a hug. After their goodbyes and tours, Shana asked why there was a bed in the playroom. “Well, Sweet Cakes, before that was Michael’s playroom it was his bedroom. It’s yours tonight if you want to sleep there. You may sleep by yourself or you may invite Michael if he’d like to join you or you may sleep in my room in the big bed with Michael and me. It’s all up to you. You don’t have to decide now and you can change your mind any time that you’d like. Okay? “Okie-Dokie!” “Let’s play outdoors!” Michael said. “We can play tag and stuff!” The sunshine kept all three warm as they ran around naked in Pauline’s huge backyard. “We don’t want to dirty our clothes, do we?” Shana was given extra time to find a place to hide when they switched to hide-and-seek. Michael shouted “cheater” when he caught Pauline peeking the first time that she was ‘it.’ “I wasn’t peeking,” she tried to deny but everyone knew that she was. “Well, then, since I’m a cheater the only fair thing to do is to discipline me. Now, what should my punishment be? I wonder…” “A spanking!” “No, not a spanking!” “Really?” asked travesti istanbul Shana. “You’re going to spank your mommy?” “No, Sweet Cakes; you and Muffin are both going to spank me!” With that, Pauline got down on her hands and knees. Her massive jugs almost touched the ground as she wiggled her ass at the kids. “I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I?” “Bad girl! Bad girl!” Michael chanted, his less-than-modest dick flopping as he jumped. He ran to her and gave one cheek a very sound smack! “C’mon, Shana! It’s your turn!” Shana was unsure and cautiously slapped her Auntie Pauline, barely making her other cheek jiggle. “No, not like that,” he said, “like this!” SMACK! Michael’s playmate giggled as she followed his instructions and Pauline was soon crying, “Boo-hoo,” as they took turns. “I’ve been a bad girl but please don’t put any fingers in my pussy while you’re spanking me!” “Oh, we must put our fingers in you because you’ve been very, very bad!” He wiggled one finger in and told Shana to do the same. “It’s easy,” he said, “her pussy cries too when she’s spanked!” “Oh, no!” Pauline exclaimed, “Not fingers in my pussy too!” With four wiggling fingers and two slappy palms, Pauline’s mock cries plunged into self-judgmental, self-serving murmurs about how truly bad a person she was. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” she cried out and crumpled onto the grass. “When she falls down like that it means she’s been punished enough,” Michael said. “Mommy, can we have a snack?” “Of course, Muffin,” Pauline said between heavy huffs. “Why don’t you two go wash up? Mommy will catch up in a minute.” The friends stayed naked and washed their hands, fronts and backs, while they waited for Pauline to follow. She put on a maxi skirt and sat in the middle of the couch, presenting her engorged breasts to her son and his guest. Shana was hoping that their snack was going to be a chance to nurse at Auntie Pauline’s teat like the time that she and Michael visited her apartment. She shyly sat on one side and gently wrapped her lips around a thick nipple. “You need to suck harder than that dear, remember? You can hold my breast while you do if it makes it easier for you.” The girl watched as Michael drew mouthfuls of milk from his mommy, squeezing and kneading a breast as he did. She remembered from before and was soon enjoying Auntie Pauline’s warm mother’s milk. Shana took one of Michael’s hands in hers as the three of them bonded. Michael announced that he was full and wanted to play some more. Shana reluctantly took her last draw but was satisfied enough when Pauline told her that she could have some more later.