Empty balls, Healthy boys

You had always been concerned about the general health of the teenagers under your care. Soon, they will be entering the world after high school, going to college or finding a full time job, but you as a mom would always worry. Brock and Carl used to get sick a lot back in the day before you married David. They had mostly grown out of their allergies and health complications, but still, you worry. It was your duty and your pleasure to help your boys grow up as healthy as can be, regardless of how strange some situations can be. You were part of a very unique family. You shared everything. You still remember how much fun it was back then and you miss every experience you had with your precious loved ones.

There was a very particular worry that you discovered about them some time ago. Carl was on the computer one night and you swore that he had some kind of porn video hidden away on one of his internet browser tabs. He had told you he loves putting together videos and he was busy editing some that his friends had sent him that night. Brock had been spending longer nights out and never mentions what he does except to his brother. It probably had something to do with a woman, considering he smelled of cheap perfume whenever he comes through the front door. You had come to the conclusion that your boys were starting to gain a more active interest in 'that' thing. The thing where babies come from. It was strange to think that you had not noticed this upheaval in behavior until recently. You felt like it was something you had to address. It was time. They needed 'the talk'.

You sat the boys down by the table one morning. It was a fresh new weekend day so there was not much planned. A perfect opportunity to discuss it with them openly. The boys seemed unphased over the sudden and very direct questions about their changes. They kept their cool like the goodly little angels they were. You saw them exchange a look. You could not figure out what it meant but you assumed that they understood what was happening. True enough, Brock pulled out the 'speaking stone' from a drawer, a glittery little purple rock we used to keep us focused on the conversation without distractions. Taking it out signaled the start of a serious discussion. Any one of us could pull out the 'speaking stone' if we had something serious to talk about. Many discussions were had with it when David was still around. You knew that they were taking things as seriously as you were when they were the ones who pull it out.

"Sam, we're growing boys, and we admit that we have been doing things behind your back," Carl started the discussion. They had never called you 'mom', but you didn't mind at all. They were still your boys. "It's just that we are at that legal age and get really horny really easily. We look at girls. Ask for their numbers. Go on dates, and later fuck 'em hard. I do porn videos of them later. Its just us being guys."

"That's right. Typical guy behavior. I admit that I've been seeing some female friends for company. Sometimes several. I picked up Linda and Cassie a couple of nights ago and had a party over at Jay's house. My friends and I then took turns to show those girls some love." Brock continued with a nod.

You seemed understanding of his words, even if their confessions would normally seem horrifyingly obscene, things that a normal parent would never want to hear. Fortunately, you were not a normal parent, "I see. Well, I'm worried that the two of you would get into trouble. I mean, porn is unrealistic and staying out late at night is not good."

"I agree but we cannot help ourselves." Carl continued, his eyes wondering down to your massive cleavage, "We can't concentrate with hard ons and blue balls every day and night. We gotta act to calm our dicks down."

"This won't do. I'll have to do something about that." You declared with determination. You hated to see your boys suffer and wished that you had had this talk sooner.

"You can help us, Sam." Brock suddenly smiled, "If you help us with our raging libidos, we'll be ok."

"Sure. Sounds like a plan." You triumphantly answer without hesitation, "I'm more than happy to help. We'll do this as a family and we'll get you boys calmed down from all that stress in no time."

At the corner of your eye, you see the 'speaking stone' start to glitter a lovely purple sparkle briefly. You never figured out why but it was calming and soothing.