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Angelica liked to think of herself as a good mom.
It hadn’t been easy.
Angelica’s parents had been both very helpful and very frustrating. As the kinds of people who talked about things like long-term investments at weddings and had waited until their careers had been well established to have their only child, they’d been deeply miffed at Angelica’s choices, including but not limited to letting her brashly passionate but somewhat empty-headed high-school sweetheart knock her up three times before she was 22.
She’d loved her husband very much, but he’d had some… traditional notions, about providing for his family, and gotten himself blown up on the other side of the globe shortly into his military career.
Angelica’s parents might have I told you so’d her into an early grave, had they not passed unexpectedly themselves shortly thereafter; of the kinds of chronic-stress related health disorders that often afflict those who spend their entire lives in mortal fear of ever making a single incorrect choice.
She found herself in a bittersweet situation: yes, she was deeply alone and hurting in her grief, but at least as long as she lived modestly, the government kept sending checks, and her trust fund manager didn’t run off with the money, she could afford to keep the lights on and food in the fridge while raising her 3 beautiful children for a hypothetically unlimited time. So, she did that.
For a variety of reasons, some ideological and some trauma related, Angelica elected to home school her kids, which provided more than enough to focus on and distract her for many years to come.
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They grew up pretty great, in her opinion. They were quirky, as sheltered children often are, and suspicious of strangers, but Angelica felt good about them. She had them well-trained, and they were very obedient.
Madison, Eldest Daughter, shared a lot of features with her Mom. They had nearly identical coloration: the same thick, straight, long, silvery-blonde hair. The same dark blue eyes. The same ghostly fair skin, which only deigned to freckle and never tanned. They were both Big Girls, although how that manifested was where they largely differed.
Angelica had always been somewhat plump and round, even as a girl, and later, a teen. Every part of her had some volume to it: she was pleased with her large bust and shapely ass; less so with her belly, and thighs, and arms. Dieting never seemed to make her lose weight, just make her tired, and she’d eventually settled on just enjoying her carbs and being fat and happy. She wasn’t even actually that fat, just a bit chubby; had she ever gained a better understanding of the male mind, she might have been surprised to learn that her velvety softness gave her a friendly and approachable energy that, if anything, might have improved her odds, if she’d ever tried.
Madison, on the other hand, had bloomed early, and vigorously, and had a solid 5 inches on her mom. She was the most athletic of any of them, and exercised as much as the other three combined. She’d inherited her mom’s broad shoulders and wide hips, but burned through all the calories put in front of her, and as a consequence had very little of her Mom’s approachable roundness. She was going through a mild goth phase, which meant a lot of makeup and black, which was intended to deter men staring, and occasionally even did.
Daniel, the Boy, Middle Child, kept reminding Angelica of his father, at least in appearance: he was a handsome boy, with brilliant blue eyes and a long, lanky frame. He’d made multiple attempts to get the scruffy mop look that was so popular these days to stick, but his silvery hair refused to curl.
In other ways, he was very unlike his late father: He was a very placid young man, who entirely lacked his father’s temper, or interest in military hardware. He liked Art, and Games. What with all the feminine energy in the house, Angelica worried a bit he wouldn’t know anything about becoming a man, but he was exceptionally sweet with her, and constantly doting on her; and much of her dreaded the day she’d have to share his attention.
Emily, Youngest, Second Girl, and Baby, was the smallest of them all. Like her brother, puberty had lengthened her into a beanpole; unlike her sister and mother, she never quite filled out her frame. She preferred her hair short and boyish, but dressed in the girliest of dresses and skirts, and had a kind of ultrafeminine countenance that made her appear younger than she was. She was a ball of energy, far more rambunctious and playful than either of her siblings. She had a sizable mischievous streak, but trouble rarely landed directly on her; was very cute. She was particularly cute with her Big Sister, whom she followed around like a baby quail, and with whom she was constantly affectionate.
All in all, they were very close. Maybe they didn’t have the most outside friends, but they were very bonded to each other. Angelica felt like a good mom.
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Angelica mulled over some troubles.
She’d found… pornographic materials, hidden on one of the family tablets. It definitely wasn’t hers; she knew from her videos and podcasts about how dangerous Porn Addiction was, so rampant today, especially with The Youths. Even a grown adult could rot their brain and end up some sort of… degenerate.
But then again, her children were no longer small children; even little Emily was mostly grown.
Perhaps she’d procrastinated too long on the Sex Education. A mental image haunted her: one of her sweet handsome boy stroking his no-doubt impressive cock; it kept her up at night, and made her squirm uncomfortably. Far better for him to be fooling around with somebody he knew, and was close to, in real life, she reasoned.
That was, of course, assuming the pornography was even his. It could have been Madison’s. She was oldest. Angelica had been her age when she started really fooling around with their father.
Or was it Emily’s? Angelica hadn’t had tablets at her age, but the Internet had certainly been a thing, and maybe she’d read a few of the saucier tales about her favorite characters that people would post online. Just because Emily looked young didn’t necessarily disqualify her.
In any case, there wasn’t much hope of them experimenting with a friend. On some level she knew none of her kids had that kind of special relationship with anybody their age. It wasn’t just her kids who rarely hung out outside these days.
She eventually resolved to just bite the bullet and handle Sex Ed herself. Her choice to not do any research on how that is supposed to be accomplished, and to just go forth with the hazy, vibes-forward lack-of-plans of just winging it and going with her gut and doing what feels natural, could, perhaps, in retrospect, be pointed to as a point where things went slightly awry.