Demom’s Angels
by DiscipleN
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During the night, red curtains swirled across their mother’s dreams. They were a veil resisting her questions. She wanted to call the demon’s name but couldn’t remember it. A couple times, she heard her husband say, “I’ve missed you. I’ve suffered an eternity.”
She awoke sweating in the middle of the night. She shook getting out of bed. Stumbling across the carpet, she steadied herself catching the door knob. Carefully she exited her room and shuffled down the hall. The children’s door hung open. They lay naked together in the boy’s bed. His hand was next the girl’s vee. Her hand was wet with his cum, cupping his cock like a flashlight.
Tracy knelt down and kissed their foreheads.
“Mommy?”
“Mom?”
“Can I sleep with you?”
Somehow they fit together perfectly in the small bed.
The mom woke to her children’s hugs. She kissed them awake. “Rise and shine my beautiful darlings. We’re going to be late.”
They weren’t much late after showing together, soaping and scrubbing each other, and toweling. Tracy warmed store bought danish, which they ate on the way to the bus stop. They missed the optimal ride, but caught the next. The children reached school in time.