A forced smile stretched across Michelle's face as she approached the dollhouse. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of lingering arousal and acute embarrassment. She had to act স্বাভাবিক, pretend everything was normal.
"Okay, little ones," she said, her voice a little too bright. "Time to come out of your little house."
Carefully, she reached into the dollhouse. Her hand, still slightly damp with her own fluids, moved towards her tiny children. She scooped up Daniel first, his small body feeling incredibly fragile in her palm.
"Hi, Mommy!" he chirped, seemingly unaffected by the bizarre scene he had witnessed moments ago.
Next, she gently lifted Alexis, who clung to her finger with a slight frown. "Mommy was making funny noises," she said, her voice small and questioning.
Michelle's cheeks flushed. "Mommy was just… stretching, sweetie. Sometimes my legs get a little stiff." It sounded ridiculous even to her own ears.
Finally, she picked up Christy, who looked at her with a curious gaze. "Your hand feels a little wet, Mommy," she observed innocently.
Michelle's breath caught in her throat. "Oh! I… I must have spilled some water earlier," she stammered, hoping her lie sounded convincing.
Holding her three minuscule children in her slightly sticky palm, Michelle felt a fresh wave of shame wash over her. The intimacy of the moment, the feel of their tiny bodies against her hand that was still marked by her recent self-pleasure, was intensely uncomfortable.
She quickly brought them close to her chest, trying to shield them from the awareness of what had just happened. The wonderful orgasm now felt tainted, overshadowed by the potential impact on her children. The secret pleasure she had experienced now carried the weight of guilt and the fear of their innocent perception being somehow altered.