Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York
|Introduction: Mom isn't able to keep her incestuous secrets from the rest of the family.|
I got home late from doing errands and was surprised at how upset I was about it. I wanted to get home before Timmy got out of school so I could fuck Nick while we had the house to ourselves. I'd been fantasizing about it all day. The memory of that first moment when my son slid his cock into my pussy was more arousing to me than anything I ever did sexually. It seemed impossible that it had really happened, and I couldn't wait to do it with him again.
The trick was that I wasn't ready for Timmy to know I was fucking his big brother, and I was afraid that Nick might be bothered if he knew that I was playing around with his little brother. What I was doing with each of them was special in its own way, and I didn't want there to be hurt feelings or some perverse kind of sibling rivalry to spoil things for all of us. Meanwhile, I was increasingly frustrated that I wouldn't be able to use my son's cock to relieve the sexual tension that had been building up in me throughout the day.
I went upstairs to change. For the third time that day my panties were soaked through and I needed a fresh pair. I dropped my pants, and slipped off my moist undies. The strong scent of my excitement became immediately apparent. I took a deep breath and tried to understand why Timmy enjoyed my smell as much as he did. I ran my fingers through my small tangle of pubic hair, thinking back on yesterday afternoon.
The image filled my mind of Timmy standing outside my bedroom door wearing nothing but a pair of my used panties. His little hard-on was peeking up out of the waistband and he looked so cute. I had just finished fucking his brother downstairs, but the sight of my baby boy all eager for me got me horny again in a matter of seconds. I gave him a tight hug and pulled him into my bedroom. He pressed his cheek against my breast. His hands massaged my ass. He rubbed his hardness against my leg. I loved being able to make my boy feel good in this new, socially forbidden way. I reached down between us and toyed with his cock and balls through the dainty panties he had on.
"Mom," he began after a few minutes of hugging and touching, "can I rub my dick between your tits?"
I loved how forward he could be at his age. "I don't see why not," I said and pulled off my shirt. "Would you mind taking my bra off for me?" I held my hair up and turned so he could get at the clasp.
Timmy ran his hands up my back to the strap, then unhooked me with little difficulty. I let him take the bra off of me himself. He sniffed it, probably more out of habit than anything, and tossed it aside.
"Do you want me on my knees," I asked, "or on my back?"
I went and lay down on my bed, and he immediately climbed up onto me, straddling my midsection. He put his hands on my breasts and squeezed them. I basked in the sheer pleasure he took from something as simple as touching a woman's chest. It reminded me of the fumbling schoolboys who felt me up when I was a teenager, only this time I was able to enjoy it instead of being scared out of my mind.
After playing with my boobs for a while, he pulled the waistband of the panties he was wearing down and hooked the elastic underneath his ball sack. His scrotum was tight and wrinkled. So adorable. Timmy shuffled up my body. His fierce boner pulsed with little jumps, moving in time with his heartbeat. He leaned down onto me, lining his dick up along the center of my chest.
My breasts almost filled a B-cup - nothing to brag about, but pretty good for an Asian chick. I had just enough to manage a respectable tit job. I pushed them together and my soft flesh engulfed my son's prick from either side. He let out a shuddering moan upon seeing this. It was obvious one of his fondest fantasies was in the process of coming true.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Awesome plus one."
I wasn't sure exactly what that was, but I knew it was good. Timmy began moving his hips. His hard penis slowly went up and down within the tight valley between my tits. I wondered if I should grab some lotion or oil, but something about the friction of his dry skin against mine felt better in its own way. I relaxed, held my modest breasts firmly around my boy's cock, and reveled in the simple moment of shared pleasure.
"Mom..." he breathed in a whispering moan. "Your tits...are so...fucking amazing..."
I looked down and watched the engorged head of his cock emerge from the crease between my boobs, then disappear, only to pop up again a second later. His little slit glistened wetly, but I noticed that he didn't produce anywhere near the same amount of pre-cum as his brother did. It was funny how similar they could be, and yet how unique.
Timmy leaned down more, and his belly brushed against the tips of my nipples as he humped my tits. Damn, that felt good. I imagined how incredible it would be if Nick were down between my legs at that moment eating my pussy. I was dying to touch myself down there, but I couldn't. The mounting desire was driving me wild.
"That's it," I said, "fuck mommy's titties. Mmm...I like that."
I honestly did. There was something about Timmy rubbing his young cock against my naked body that gave me a strangely maternal feeling inside. It makes no logical sense, but it created a connection between us like nothing else I'd ever known. He rocked back and forth on top of me, his achingly hard rod of developing manhood grinding against me. It was like we were both indulging our shameful secrets with each other, and yet there was no risk of being judged. I loved my son; he loved his mom; and we were now suddenly free to use each other to make ourselves feel good. There's undoubtedly a lot more psychological and emotional stuff underlying it all, but all the mattered to me was how happy it made me to be able to give my boy the gift of my body in any way he wanted it.
"Here it comes..." he warned, his jaw clenched. "Here it comes...oh yeah, yeah, yeah...right here...aahhhh!"
I felt the warmth of his ejaculation high up on my chest. He continued thrusting and his creamy mess became smeared between my pressed tits. His thin, naked body wiggled as he milked every bit of sensation out of his spasming prick.
"Holy crap, that was nice."
I let my boobs go, allowing them to resume their natural position. I stroked his heaving chest, running a fingertip around his hardened, dime-sized nipples. Once he regained his senses, he smiled down at me, gave me a kiss on the end of my nose.
"Thanks, Mom. Oh, I, um, told Greg that I would go over and play Halo."
"Well then, I guess you'd better get going." I gave him a friendly slap on the butt.
He hopped off of me and headed back to his room as happy as could be. Before his cute, panty-clad butt was even out the door I already had one hand down the front of my pants. As I frantically ravaged myself, I dabbed a finger of my other hand into the dribbles of fresh cum that were trickling up toward my throat. I licked those traces of boy-juice from my fingers and went back for more.
Timmy had left my bedroom door half open. It was so liberating to be able to lie on my bed and masturbate without caring if anyone in the house walked by and caught me. I sucked more sperm and semen from my fingers. I could still feel the impression of Timmy's cock between my tits. I rubbed my cunt harder, lifting my butt up off the bed.
"I love my baby's cum," I blurted out. "I love eating my baby boy's cum....nnnnnnggg!"
The sudden release of my orgasm forced my legs together, and pulled my body into a tight curl. I heard myself laughing. It was more physical joy than one person deserved.
This memory of yesterday was only making my present situation more desperate. I stood there in my bedroom, holding my damp panties and rubbing my heated twat. It wanted to cum, but I wanted it to be with one of my boys. I wanted to cum with Nick's cock inside me. But how to fuck Nick while Timmy was in the house? Maybe if I gave him a fresh pair of mommy-soaked panties that would keep him occupied.
I went to his room and tapped on his door. "Timmy?"
There was no answer. I opened the door and peeked in. He wasn't there. I checked the bathroom. Not there either. He wasn't downstairs. I called his name again, but no answer. I checked out the window and didn't see him in the back yard. I figured that he must have been at a friend's house. Maybe I had time to get in a quickie!
I grabbed a pair of yoga pants and hurried downstairs wearing just my yellow button-up blouse, naked from the waist down. I double-checked along the way and didn't find Timmy anywhere. Butterflies fluttered around in my tummy as I headed down the basement stairs. I almost couldn't remember the last time I wanted to fuck so badly.
I went straight into Nick's room and my heart practically stopped.
Nick was sitting on his bed with his laptop on his lap, and Timmy was sitting next to him. They were as shocked to see me as I was to see them. Nick's eyes went straight to my crotch, and out of reflex I covered myself with the yoga pants I was holding.
My shock was multiplied when I saw that they were both holding their cocks in their hands. They had their pants unzipped and apparently they were both in the middle of jerking off.
Timmy smiled. "Hey, Mom!"
"What are you two doing in here?" I asked, as if it wasn't obvious.
"Nick taught me a new way to whack off," Timmy reported proudly and gave his dick a few yanks to demonstrate. Only then did it occur to me that I'd only ever seen him masturbate by rubbing himself against something. I never considered that it was the only way he knew to do it. Maybe I wasn't as good a teacher as I had thought.
"I walked into the laundry room," Nick offered hesitantly, "and found this little pervert sniffing your underwear and rubbing them on his dick."
"You're the pervert for watching me do it," Timmy rebutted.
"I told him to quit being a creep, and he said you knew about it and didn't care."
"Then Nick told me that you and him were doing stuff," Timmy added, "and I told him about the things you and me were doing, and..."
Nick nudged him and Timmy's explanation trailed off. He smiled and gave his dick a few nervous pulls. My head was spinning. What did all this mean?
"So then you two just decided to jerk off together," I said trying to wrap my mind around this.
"Sure," Timmy said. "Why not?"
"What're you two looking at on the computer?" I asked, not knowing what else to say at that point.
"Nothing," Nick mumbled with a guilty shrug. "Just some regular porn stuff."
"Oh." I began wondering if I should just back away and leave them alone to finish whatever they were doing in private.
"Asian MILF porn," Timmy laughed and his brother jabbed him in the ribs.
There was something going on that Nick didn't want me know about. I walked toward the bed.
"Show me what you two are looking at," I said firmly.
Timmy giggled, and Nick looked embarrassed. He turned the computer around so I could see.
It was some kind of low-quality, amateur video of a couple having sex. The angle was bad, and you couldn't see much except that there were two naked bodies moving against each other. I tried to figure out what they found so great about this video that they would get them excited that they'd be willing to beat off in front of each other. I didn't know what to make of it.
Then I heard the woman say, "You like fucking Mommy's pussy, don't you?"
It was the same thing I had said to Nick while we were doing it the day before. And the voice sounded almost like mine. That's when I noticed the bed sheets and headboard looked familiar.
The video was of me and Nick!
I remembered him setting his laptop on his nightstand. I never suspected it was recording everything. The devious little devil.
I looked at Nick, too flabbergasted to know what to say. I was somewhat embarrassed, and more than somewhat upset, yet I was nonetheless oddly flattered.
"Timmy didn't believe me when I told him we did it, so..." He at least had the good sense to look remorseful, despite not having sense enough to realize that it wasn't the fact that he was showing our "sex tape" to his little brother that was distressing me in the first place.
I realized my mouth was hanging open and made an effort to compose myself. My jumble of thoughts and emotions wouldn't settle down long enough for me to put anything in order. We all heard my panting moans begin climbing the scale toward orgasm.
"Oh, God, pause it, or stop it, or at least mute it!" I begged.
Nick hit something and the video froze. I could make out one of my nipples on the screen amidst the swaths of naked flesh. I had the twisted urge to see it from the beginning, but not in front of the boys. How the hell was I going to handle this?
"C'mon, Mom," Timmy chirped happily, "join in!"
"What? No," I responded without thinking.
Timmy only laughed at my pointlessly indignant response. "You're the one who came down here with no pants on..."
I had completely forgotten that I was standing there with my bare ass flapping in the breeze, as it were. They both had the flies of their pants open with their mismatched hard-ons poking out. My secret was out. They each knew what I was doing with the other, and it appeared that they were fine with it. More than fine, actually, if they had no qualms about jacking off together about it. As it turned out, their encounter in the laundry room seemed to have solved a lot of the problems that had been stressing me out. There was no need to worry about hiding anything.
The boys smiled at the same time. It took me a moment to realize it was because I was smiling myself. I began unbuttoning my shirt.
"Oh, what the heck. Let's get naked and watch some porn."
"Woo hoo!" Timmy hooted and began stripping out of his clothes.
Nick hesitated for a moment, then pulled off his shirt and pants. I climbed onto the bed and squeezed in between the two of them. We were all sitting with our backs up against the headboard. There was barely enough room on the tiny twin bed to fit the three of us. Nick set his laptop on his bare thighs and was about to click 'play.'
"No, not this," I quickly interrupted. "Let's watch something else."
Nick opened a new browser window and went to a porn site. I felt a hand on my breast and looked down to see Timmy was groping me. I reached over and gave his narrow erection a fondle. The sound of sex brought my attention back to the laptop screen.
There was a slender Asian woman with huge, fake tits. She looked like she was probably Japanese. She was kneeling, and standing on either side of her were two naked men. She held one cock while she sucked the other.
"Interesting choice," I said, giving Nick a playful pinch. "I wouldn't have guessed you were into threesomes."
Nick just blushed and shrugged. I tried not to think about how strange it was to be watching a porno movie with my sons, and moved my hand down and wedged it in between my legs.
"I don't know about you guys, but this is making me horny." I dug my finger into my slit and began playing with my stiff clit.
"Me, too." Timmy grabbed his dick and stroked it. His motions were awkward as he put his newfound technique into practice.
Nick joined in and started working his hard-on up and down in his fist. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, and I was loving it.
"I've never had sex with two guys at the same time before," I confessed.
"Me neither," Timmy quipped, getting a nervous laugh out of his brother and me.
We all played with ourselves and watched the woman take both cocks in her mouth at the same time. Nick squirmed a little next to me.
"Is that something you think you'd like to do one day?" I asked him. "A threesome?"
"I don't know. Maybe, I guess." More squirming followed.
"You wouldn't mind there being another naked cock around while you were having sex?"
Nick and Timmy exchanged a look.
"He's mostly gay already anyway," Timmy teased.
"At least I'm not the one running around wearing Mom's panties," Nick shot back.
"All right, boys, play nice now." Hearing their brotherly bickering while I sat naked between them fingering myself got me turned on in strange ways I couldn't have expected.
What a sight the three of us must have made, all sitting in a row diddling ourselves merrily to online porn. I could feel the tension building. Each of us anticipating what might happen next. Each wondering who might make the next move. The woman in the video went down on her hands and knees. One of the studs got behind her, while she continued to blow the other.
"I really shouldn't be doing this with you guys," I said just to provoke a reaction.
"You definitely should," Timmy quickly countered me.
"Boys your age shouldn't be watching x-rated porn. I'm a bad mother for letting you see such filth."
"You and Dad probably watch porn all the time," Nick argued. It felt weird hearing him mention their father while we were misbehaving the way we were. What would Evan do if he walked in on us?
"Not all the time," I replied.
The screen was suddenly filled with a huge cock ramming into a huge pussy. The woman's asshole was on full display.
"Oh, yeah." Timmy began jerking noticeably faster.
"You like that?" I asked and nudged him with my elbow.
"Mmm hmm. That's what I want to do to you, Mom."
"I don't think so."
"Why not? You did it with Nick."
"Maybe when you're sixteen." I couldn't help messing with him.
"Besides," Nick jumped in, "your dick is too small to even do anything."
"Hey!" I scolded Nick and gave him a smack on his thigh. "Your brother's cock is just perfect. Yours was probably about that size when you were his age." I reached over and Timmy let me take his hard-on in my hand. "He's still growing, and I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up being bigger than you."
I stroked Timmy's cock and saw a jealous look in Nick's eyes.
"I was only kidding, sheesh," Nick said in a sulky tone.
And I thought dealing with them one at a time was a challenge. The two of them together was going to be an ego minefield.
"I know." I gave him a smooch on the cheek. "I just don't want anyone to get upset and ruin the fun. I noticed a small bubble of pre-cum appear at the tip of Nick's cock. "Now, there's something I was always curious about," I said nodding toward the action on the small video screen. "What would it feel like to have both my nipples sucked at the same time while I masturbate? Any volunteers?"
"Me!" they both yelled out at the same time.
Within seconds both of my handsome boys were suckling at the tips of my tits. I went from horny to deliriously aroused in less than a second.
"Holy shit, that's better than I could have imagined," I babbled and sunk back onto the pillow propped up behind me.
Nick and Timmy were practically cheek to cheek as they each sucked and licked one of my nips. They had totally different techniques and rhythms, which resulted in a curious mix of sensations. I spread my legs, putting one over Nick and the other over Timmy. Nick broke away just long enough to put his laptop on the floor next to the bed, then he was quickly back on my right boob. I was almost disappointed that there wouldn't be a video of this.
I inserted two fingers into my wet hole and pushed them in until the palm of my hand pressed against my straining clit. I moved my hand in a rapid rotation, and tried to focus on the mind-blowing feeling of having two mouths at work on my tits at the same time. Timmy used his free hand to squeeze the tit that he was sucking on, while Nick used the hand that wasn't on his cock to rub high up on my thigh. I had never seriously contemplated being part of a threesome before, but as the possibilities became apparent to me I was more than ready to venture into this new sexual landscape.
"Oh, God, Mommy's going to cum," I warned them. I didn't want to cum yet, but I was too far along to stop. They both began sucking more intensely, and my hand moved faster. I was on the verge of hyperventilating when the first flash of my orgasm rushed through me. I heard myself making a noise somewhere between a scream and a moan, then the second flash hit, and a third. I didn't think my body could take much more. My muscles convulsed, and the sensitivity of my nipples increased and increased until it was off the scale.
"Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod!" I had to pull my hand away from my pussy. It felt so good it was beginning to hurt. I went limp and the boys mercifully stopped suckling. I saw them exchange wolfish looks. Their smirks giving away the pride they felt from what they'd accomplished as a team.
"What now?" Timmy wanted to know.
"Give me a second..." I pleaded. I offered him my fingers, and he was happily distracted with sucking my pussy juices from them.
Nick kissed all around my chest as I caught my breath. Timmy was rubbing his dick against my hip; Nick was slowly stroking his.
"Who wants to get their cock sucked?" I asked.
"Me!" was once again the simultaneous response.
"Last one in is a rotten egg," I said and opened my mouth wide.
It was all frenzied knees and elbows for a few seconds, then Nick shoved his cock into my mouth. Timmy was a split second too slow. I gave Nick a few sucks, then turned and gave Timmy a few.
"Do you guys want to take turns? Or go at the same time?"
They looked at each other, neither willing to speak up first. I licked the tip of Nick's dick while I waited, then sampled Timmy's with my tongue.
"I don't know," Nick shrugged.
"Whatever," Timmy shrugged back.
I knew they wanted what they saw in the porno we were just watching, but neither of them wanted to be the first to admit it. I had to take things into my own hands.
I gripped both their cock and pulled them toward my mouth at the same time. Neither resisted. I licked and sucked the swollen heads in turn, then took them both into my mouth together. I could feel Nick's thickness rubbing against his younger brother's thinner prick. It was a strange feeling, and I didn't know what to do at first, but I don't think it mattered.
After sucking and tonguing them simultaneously, I backed off, sucking one while jerking the other, then switched off. They weren't saying anything, but they were definitely enjoying themselves. I spent a little time on their balls, going from one to the other and back again. I could definitely get used to having more than one cock to play with.
I sucked both their shafts into my mouth once again. Their cocks were pressed tightly together, and yet nobody was calling anyone gay. I would have never suspected that my boys would ever jerk off in front of one another, much less share a double blowjob. I couldn't help but wonder just how far their brotherly openness might go. Attitudes about sexuality were certainly different from when I was their age, so who knew what they might be willing to do. Of course, given the perverse example I was setting for them, anything was possible.
Timmy's body suddenly stiffened. With a regretful grunt he lost it and spewed several squirts of cum against the back of my throat. Nick acted like he was going to pull out, but I held him where he was. I had to imagine he could feel his brother's cock flexing against his own as he ejaculated. That was so sexy to me. Once I had swallowed down his load, I pulled free.
"Mmm, I liked that," I said to Timmy and licked my lips. "Now how about sucking my pussy for me while I finish off your brother?"
"Sure, Mom." Timmy got down between my legs and went straight at it.
Nick and I watched him bury his face in my crotch. I couldn't be sure what he was thinking as he stared at his little brother eating his mother's cunt, but I got that tingly sensation all over my body from the very idea that we were both witnessing such an intimate and illicit sex act together. I kissed the end of his cock and sucked it back into my mouth. I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could manage. Doing it from below was hurting my neck, but I didn't care. I wanted as much of him as I could get. If that meant I had to choke myself and deal with some stiff neck muscles for a few days, so be it.
Timmy's aggressive oral exertions were making it difficult to focus on the blowjob I was trying to deliver. Dealing with getting and giving pleasure from and to multiple partners was going to take some getting used to. And that was one challenge I didn't mind tackling head on!
"There you go, baby, suck Mommy's clit!" I took a deep breath and swallowed Nick's cock as soon as I finished spurring Timmy on. I could still taste cum, but I wanted more. I sucked Nick faster, reaching up and playing with his balls as I did.
I was riding on the edge of that tipping point into another orgasm, but I wasn't able to devote enough attention to myself to bring it all the way there. I hovered in that sublime twilight between anticipation and frustration. I wanted to cum, but I wanted to do it with a mouthful of warm, gooey semen.
Nick's hand grabbed one of my tits. I arched my back and moaned without taking his cock out from between my lips. I could tell he was getting close. He put a hand on top of my head. He wasn't applying any pressure, but instead just feeling the cadence of our oral lovemaking.
"Are you going to cum for Mommy?"
"You want to cum in Mommy's mouth?"
"Oh, fuck, yes."
"You want to see Mommy swallow your big load of cum?"
I jerked him as rapidly as I could in front of my face and could see the head of his cock swell a second before thick globs of semen pulsed up from my son's fertile balls and erupted into my open mouth. He strained, and groaned, and more of that luscious fluid spilled over the back of my tongue. I forced my throat closed, making every effort not to swallow any yet. It was almost impossible to concentrate with Timmy suckling away at my clit.
Nick sank back on his haunches. I opened my mouth, letting him see the slurry of pearly white spunk on my tongue. I toyed with it for a few seconds, then swallowed it bit by bit in a series of small gulps. The look on his face was priceless. I opened up wide, showing him that all those nasty little sperms of his were now safely in his mother's belly.
"Suck my tits again, sweetie" I begged, unable to draw it out any longer.
Nick didn't hesitate to fulfill my wish. He sucked one of my nipples, then quickly shifted to the other, going back and forth every couple of seconds. It was exactly what the moment called for. I reached down and pulled Timmy's head tighter against my pussy.
"Oh, baby, you eat Mommy's cunt so good. Suck me! Suck my cunt! Suck Mommy's nasty fucking cuuuuunt!"
Sensory overload is too much of an understatement to describe what I experienced. The flavor of both of my boys' cum in my mouth, my nipples getting a rapid-fire sucking, and a young, eager tongue on my pussy was nothing more than a riot of sensation beyond anything I ever could have imagined. I swear there was a moment where I thought my orgasm would just keep going without end. Finally, it came to a crashing conclusion and I involuntarily let out a victory whoop, like some sort of wild barbarian woman.
"Oh, sweet fuck that felt good," I gasped at I struggled to catch my breath. Even though I was spent, neither Nick nor Timmy wanted to give up their mouth play.
Nick flicked his tongue over my taut nipples, gently kissing, testing, learning. Timmy wiggled his nose along the well-lubricated creases of my slit. I did nothing but lie there and let them explore and experiment with my body. I was their plaything. It felt counter-intuitively satisfying to exist as nothing more than a sexual object in those intensely intimate moments. I was reduced to little more than a pair of pliable breasts and a freely accessible pussy. I wasn't a woman, or a mother, or a wife - I was just tits and cunt. And that was all I wanted to be right then.
But, wouldn't you know it, that's when the damn doorbell rang.
For a second I wanted to believe my ears were playing tricks on me, but the boys stopped everything they were doing.
"Someone's at the door," one of them said.
The bell rang again. Whoever it was wasn't going away. I groaned and rolled off the bed. I threw on my shirt and yoga pants and hurried upstairs, hoping it was nothing more than a UPS package that I had to sign for. Just my luck, it was Deirdre from down the street with her daughter delivering the Girl Scout cookies I had ordered last month and forgotten about. Why did they have to show up today? Well, I thought, at least they didn't come ten minutes earlier - who knows what they might have heard!
Of course, Deirdre wasn't one to just drop off the cookies and go. No, she had to chat, catch me up on all the neighborhood gossip that I didn't care about. While I was trying to think of a good excuse to get rid of her, she managed to infiltrate the foyer and before I knew it I was doing the polite thing and offering her a cup of tea, which she obnoxiously accepted.
As I bustled around the kitchen I noticed Trish, her 10-year-old daughter, looking at me strangely. Was I imagining things or was she checking out my butt? With a pang of dread I wondered if my pussy juices were soaking through my thin yoga pants. I didn't have any panties on underneath. I didn't dare look, but was Trish noticing a wet spot? I quickly sat down at the kitchen table and crossed my legs. Deirdre droned on, but I didn't hear a word she said. My mind was entirely consumed with the fact that my naked sons were just below us in the basement, and thoughts of what they might be up to without me. This was contrasted with the dire fear of the consequences of the neighborhood gossip discovering something as socially unsavory as consensual incest was going on in my house.
It was a good forty-five minutes before she finally ran out of wind and headed off to afflict her next victim. By then it was too close to Evan getting home from work to get back into it with the boys. They both came upstairs, hastily dressed, to see what was what.
"Sorry, guys," I said. "Your Dad will be home soon, so no more hanky-panky for today."
They took the news in stride, apparently expecting as much. Each of them came and gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips, then went outside to shoot some hoops. It was nice to see them playing together without me having to guilt them into it. Apparently sharing sex with mom was bringing them closer together in more ways than one. I couldn't help but worry that there might be rivalries between them at some point, but for now I was happy that they were bonding in this new, albeit unconventional, way.
Dinner that night was fun, but nerve racking. The boys were giddy and almost hyper after our afternoon sex orgy. I knew why they were all wound up and was afraid that Evan would know something strange was going on. I reminded myself a dozen times that I was just being paranoid, and forced myself to relax and enjoy the fun. Later that night, after Nick and Timmy had gone off to their rooms for the night, I tried to get up the guts to tell Evan about what was going on between me and the boys.
I was hoping that since he had been physically involved with his own mother that he would be understanding, but I couldn't get over the natural instinct that he should be angry with me for molesting our sons and basically cheating on him with my own boys. After three or four abortive attempts to bring it up and make a full confession I realized I wasn't going to find the right moment that night and would definitely tell Evan everything the next day. We climbed into bed, he gave me a goodnight kiss, patted my butt affectionately, and dozed off.
I tried not to think about the things I had done with Nick and Timmy in the basement that afternoon. I knew it would only get me all worked up again and make it impossible for me to fall asleep. The image popped into my head of the two of them sitting side-by-side with their penises poking out of their pants. They looked so cute like that. They looked even cuter after they both got naked. I couldn't resist being endlessly fascinated by the sight of their perpetually hard cocks.
My mind wandered back to thoughts of what they could have been up to while I was chatting with Deirdre. Did they go back to watching the "sex tape" and jerking off together? Did they talk about what they'd done with me and compare notes? Did they take things farther? I pictured Nick talking Timmy into sucking his dick. "Just for a second," he would say. Timmy would be curious, but resist. "Suck mine first," he would insist. "Do it to me, then I'll do you," Nick would offer. Nick would hold his cock steady while Timmy reluctantly lowered his mouth closer. He would take just the head of his brother's penis into his mouth and give it a couple hurried sucks before withdrawing quickly. "There, now your turn." Nick would feel cheated, but would hold up his end of the bargain. He'd take his younger brother's dick between his lips, probably pushing halfway down the length of his shaft. He'd give it a few experimental sucks. It would feel strange and foreign to him, but he'd find that he liked it more than he was ready to admit.
My hand was between my legs and I was writhing with arousal. Wow, how did I let myself go there? I knew my boys weren't gay, and I'd never been the least bit excited by the idea of man-on-man sex, but the thought of Nick and Timmy experimenting with each other had me turned on like crazy. I was far sicker than I allowed myself to suspect. I seemed to be getting more depraved by the day. But, damn, it would be sexy to see the boys suck each other off.
I had to stop. I couldn't let myself imagine such things. I tucked my hand under my pillow and forced my mind away from the filthy fantasy. I tossed and turned for a long while, wrestling to control my improper thoughts, and finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.
At some point during the night I awoke. That sense that someone else was in the room was there again. I listened, but didn't hear anything. I was about to fall away again when there was a soft noise. It could have been my imagination, but it sounded like a breath. I continued listening and thought I could make out a faint, repetitive shuffling sound. The kind of sound a boy slowly rubbing his cock in the dark might make. I was almost certain that one of the boys was in my bedroom jerking off. Most likely it would be Timmy, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was Nick. The twinge in my pussy warned me that I was once again getting aroused.
I considered joining my mystery intruder and masturbating myself, but then decided to go one better. I pulled the covers back, reached into my husband's pajama bottoms, pulled out his limp cock, and began sucking. I couldn't hear any sounds coming from the shadows, but I was sure whoever was lurking in my bedroom was still there. Evan was halfway hard before he finally woke up.
"Wha-" he murmured.
I slid down my own pajamas as I sucked him to full attention. Once he was completely erect I climbed on top and took his cock inside me. It slipped in easily, and he let out a sleepy moan when I'd taken him as far as I could. I leaned down, finding his lips in the dark, and kissed him. I made sure it was a noisy kiss so that anyone else in the room would know exactly what was going on. Mom and Dad were about to fuck.
Evan's hands blindly gripped my ass cheeks. There's something about the feeling of a pair of strong hands on my body that makes me melt every time. He squeezed my ass and moved his hips in synch with mine. I dangled my tits down over his face. His stubbled whiskers scratched against my soft nipples. That little hint of pain sent a chill down my spine. Evan sucked me as I continued to ride him.
I wanted to turn on a light and let my voyeur get a good look at his father's cock moving in and out of my pussy. There was a tiny bit of light filtering in around the window shade, but it was hardly enough to make out the barest hint of what was going on in my bed. I compensated by letting out a soft moan to show how much Mommy was enjoying getting fucked.
It was getting more difficult to hold onto a train of thought as I worked my way toward orgasm. Was there any limit to how many times a day I could cum? I hoped not. Once again images of the boys' cocks came into my head. Masturbating while they both sucked my nipples. Timmy licking my pussy. The taste of Nick's sperm on my tongue. My fantasy of them swapping blowjobs. Someone standing in the dark jerking off to the sounds of our lovemaking. Evan's hands on my ass pushing me down on his stiff cock. My tits swaying loosely as I fuck and fuck and fuck!
It started with a scintillating tickle at the base of my spine, then spread through my center. Every muscle in my pussy flexed and tightened around my husband's shaft, and that delicious feeling suffused my whole body, emanating outward from deep inside my convulsing cunt. No, I could never have enough of those in one day. Evan couldn't hold back any more. As soon as he felt me cumming he let himself go and began shooting his load into me. I loved how his body tensed up under me and he strained to get as deep into me as he could with each pulse of release.
I let myself relax and lay on top of his warm body for several minutes. I listened for sounds of our spy, but between my thumping heartbeat and Evan's heavy breathing I couldn't make out anything. Evan was asleep within seconds after me rolling off of him. My pussy was still twitching. I didn't know if I was alone or not, but I wasn't done getting off. I spread my legs and began to massage my pussy. I plunged my fingers in deep, coating them with a combination of pussy juice and Evan's spunk. I tasted the pungent mix of our sex and went back for more. I began masturbating fiercely, not caring how much I was rocking the bed or how much noise I was making. I fantasized about one of the boys eating me out right then. Sucking my clit and slurping up the remnants of their father's cum as it oozed out of my freshly fucked cunt hole. Oh, God, what a disgusting thought. What a wonderfully disgustingly erotic thought. I never would have even conceived of such a depraved thing a couple weeks ago, and now I was making myself cum over the most vile sex acts I could imagine. But as I pounded my pussy as fast as I could it was no time to analyze my degradation. With several barking grunts I thrashed my way through another pair of orgasms, one immediately on top of the other. Shit, that was good.
I didn't know if my watcher had snuck out by that point or not, and I was too dazed to care. I fell asleep without covering up, naked with my legs splayed open. I dreamed about being fingered and fondled by a faceless figure in the dark, and woke up in the morning feeling refreshed and in love with life. I may have been in the processes of becoming a twisted sexual pervert of despicable proportions, but it certainly seemed to suit me quite well.
Despite my sense of oneness with the world, I decided that I had to talk to Evan about what was going on before I let anything else happen. I reconsidered this decision several times throughout the day - I kept thinking about how good it would be to spend the afternoon playing with my boys - but I knew our family could be ruined if I kept sneaking around behind my husband's back and fucking our kids without him knowing about it.
I struggled to act like my normal self that day, several times resisting the urge to masturbate to memories and fantasies about sex with Nick and Timmy. I distracted myself with errands, and I made sure that I was out of the house when the boys were due home from school. I went to the gym, did a circuit on the weight machines and joined in on an aerobics class. As much as I tried to avoid it, all I could think about was sex. Everything seemed to be turning me on. The guy with the shoulders doing bench presses, the girl with the ass on the stair-stepper, even the odd assortment of smells in the ladies locker room. I had to sit on my hands in the steam room to keep from diddling myself.
Maybe it was only in my head, but the sexual tension around the dinner table that night was thick. Even innocent comments from the boys seemed to mean something more. "Mom, is there any more juice?" All the sex was surely warping my brain. "Do you want a breast or a thigh?" I worried that I might not be able to go back to being normal, but I also worried that I might. "Mom's pie is my favorite!" God help me.
After dinner I called Evan up to our bedroom and told him we needed to talk. He usually took this as a sign of bad news coming, but he didn't seem concerned. Evan sat on the edge of our bed and waited for me to gather the courage to speak as I paced in front of him trying to pick out the best words for what I had to say.
"I have to tell you about something I've been doing," I started. I could hear the nervous waver in my own voice and tried to calm down. There was a distinct possibility that I was about to ruin my marriage.
"Uh oh," Evan uttered, trying to lighten the mood, "this sounds interesting."
I wrung my hands and almost chickened out.
"It has to do with me and the boys..."
"Okay." Evan waited patiently for me to continue.
"I guess it all started when I had a talk with Nick one day about...you know, the kind of things teenaged boys do..."
"Wow, I don't think I've see you blush like this in years," Evan chuckled. "What the heck are you talking about, honey?"
"I'm sorry. This isn't easy for me to say." I took a deep breath and went on. "I had a talk with him about masturbation. He was using my good towels to clean up after himself and so I got him a set just for that to use instead."
Evan was smiling and shaking his head. "Oh, Nick must have loved that. His mother delivering up a supply of brand new cum rags. And somehow he managed not to die of embarrassment?"
"He was embarrassed, but we discussed the matter like adults," I said, trying to keep the conversation serious. Evan always had a way of making light of almost any topic. "I told him that masturbation is normal and not something to be ashamed of, and that he didn't need to try to hide what he was doing from me."
"And, well, some things happened after that." I could see that Evan was thinking this was all fun and games, but I was afraid it could turn ugly at any moment. I tried to ignore the knot in my stomach and go on with my confession. "The things that happened weren't quite so...normal."
"What kind of things?"
"Sex things." There. I'd said it. My inner fears were no longer contained; they were out in the open and capable of anything. "I...I sort of encouraged Nick to do it to himself while I was there."
"Wait," Evan sat up straight, his eyes wide. "Let me get this straight. You made our son jerk off for you while you watched?"
"I didn't make him," I insisted defensively. "I wanted him to feel comfortable about himself and sex and, well, you know how boys his age are curious..."
"Almost as curious as women your age," he chided.
"Alright, yes, I admit I was interested to see how he was...developing."
"In other words, you wanted to know how big your boy's cock had gotten."
My cheeks burned, and I knew they were bright red. I didn't like hearing him saying it that way, but I couldn't deny the truth of it. I was so stressed about it all that I couldn't tell if he was being snide about it or if he was only teasing me.
"Maybe," I admitted, "but I never forced him."
Evan took a moment, looking at me with an appraising eye. "There's more though, isn't there?"
"Yes. But I'm worried you're going to be angry with me."
"There's only one way to find out for sure."
I swallowed nervously and decided to get it over with.
"After I saw Nick masturbate, I got caught up in the excitement and...whatnot. And, well, I basically let him see me do it to myself as well."
"Seriously? You actually masturbated yourself in front of our son?"
"It wasn't like I had planned it, exactly, but it sort of happened spur of the moment...more or less."
"Did he see you finish?"
I still couldn't tell if he was angry and too shocked to show it, or if he was purposely trying to torment me. I felt ridiculous hearing myself admitting the things I had done out loud, but at the same time it was a thrill that Evan was finding out about what a kinky slut his wife truly was.
"Uh, yes...a few times."
"Holy sheep shit," he exclaimed. "You are the last person I would have guessed would do something like this." He rubbed his chin and looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. "I mean, I knew something has been going on lately, but I had no idea you'd gone that far."
"What do you mean you knew?"
Evan smirked. "C'mon, give me a little credit. I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. I could see how you were acting different, and the way Nick has been looking at you lately. I wasn't one hundred percent sure about him, but I knew for certain something was going on with you and Timmy."
"What makes you say that?" For some reason I was feeling panic. Was I so obvious? Who else might have noticed that I was acting strange?
Evan leaned over, reached under my pillow and pulled out the pair of Timmy's soiled underwear that I had hidden there and forgotten about. Damn, I was bad at this keeping secrets thing!
"I guess you can say I became suspicious when I started finding our son's cum-covered underpants tucked under his mother's pillow. I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but even I can connect those dots."
The good news was that not only wasn't he yelling at me about any of this yet, but I noticed when he leaned over that he had a full-blown hard-on in his pants. He couldn't be too upset if this was getting him turned on.
"I was getting to that. After things started happening with Nick, I discovered that Timmy was using my panties to pleasure himself. I guess one thing kind of lead to another, and we ended up masturbating together as well."
"Is that as far as it's gone?"
"Not exactly." My palms were sweaty, and my mouth was dry. "Is your dick hard from hearing about all of this?"
He looked down at his crotch. "It appears so."
"Take it out and I'll tell you the rest."
Evan shook his head a smiled. He was still unsure, but I think he was enjoying the new me. Once he fished his stiff cock out of his pants, he leaned back and waited for me to go on.
"I've also given them oral sex," I told him while staring at his erection.
"You sucked their cocks?" He nodded thoughtfully. "How did that work out for you?"
My heart pounded knowing I was going to tell the truth and not hold anything back.
"I loved it. Especially when they came in my mouth. I've never tasted anything that made me feel so horny."
"You've tasted mine," he said and took hold of his hard-on for emphasis.
"Yes, but it's different somehow with the boys..."
"Because of how wrong it is for a mother to swallow her own sons' spunk?"
"Maybe." I could tell Evan was very aroused by what I was telling him, and yet I was still feeling that panicky mix of emotions.
"But I'm getting the feeling that there's still more..."
"Um, yes," I cleared my throat, "I sort of let each of them perform oral sex on me."
"Holy crap, you really pulled out all the stops." He gave his cock a few contemplative strokes. "So, both of our sons have licked your pussy. Do they have any idea what lucky bastards they are?"
"I think that they do." I undid my pants, wiggled them down to my ankles, and stepped out of them. "They're not as good at it as their father yet, but they seemed to enjoy it." I took off my shirt so that I was in just my bra and panties.
"You are a very bad mommy."
I knelt down in front of my husband, looking up at him as innocently as I could manage.
"Are you mad at me?"
"A little," he said and touched the tip of his cock to my lips. "You should have told me when you first started having these kinds of feelings about them."
I kissed the soft head of his dick. "I was too embarrassed and ashamed to admit I was becoming sexually attracted to my own sons."
"But not too ashamed to actually act on that attraction." He caressed my cheek with his penis and a shiver ran down my back.
"I guess not. I didn't think you'd understand. I expected that you'd be disgusted with me for even having those kinds of thoughts. But then I..." I stopped talking, not wanting to say too much. I kissed my way down the length of Evan's hard shaft hoping to distract him.
"But then you talked with my mother."
I nuzzled his musky pubic hair, breathing in his maleness. I nodded to confirm his supposition.
"And what did she tell you?"
I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and then released it before answering. "She told me that she did the same sorts of things with you." I feathered a few gentle kisses across his hairy scrotum. "Is what she told me about you and her true?"
He stroked my hair. I began lightly licking his balls while waiting for him to answer.
"Yes. We did all those things together, and more." He unbuttoned his shirt. "So, you see, I would have understood."
"Why didn't you ever tell me about you and your mother?"
He smiled. "I thought you'd be horrified by anything remotely related to incest."
"I suppose I would have been. But now..." I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him.
"But now it doesn't seem like such an aberration. Now you understand how a mother can find her son to be sexually appealing. And how all boys secretly desire their own mother."
"I do." I unhooked my bra and shrugged out of it. I rubbed my naked tits on my husband's spit-slicked cock. "And I don't want to stop. I want to keep going with both of them, but I won't if you don't want me to. I should have told you before it ever got this far, but I'll stop if you say to."
"But you don't want to stop. And I'm sure the boys don't want to either. So even if I didn't find the idea of my wife giving up her pussy to her sons incredibly sexy, it would be very selfish of me to tell you to quit now, wouldn't it?"
I nodded devotedly and tongued that special spot just beneath his swollen glans.
"So, it's okay with you if I masturbate with the boys?"
"And you won't mind if I suck their cocks, or let them eat my pussy?"
"I won't mind."
I crawled up his body. "What would you say if I told you I want to fuck your boys."
"I'm assuming you already did."
Straddling his hips, I pressed my crotch against his hardness. "Would you think I was a filthy slut if I said that I had?"
"You would be the filthiest slut."
"Your son Nick..." I whispered in Evan's ear, "had his big...beautiful...young...cock inside my pussy yesterday for the first time."
"Oh, fuck," he growled, grabbing me around the waist and pushing his cock forcefully against my panty-covered twat. "Oh, fuck!" His body convulsed and I realized he was cumming. Apparently just the mere mention of me fucking our son was enough to spontaneously bring him off. I'd never known my husband to cum with almost no physical stimulation like that. I'd never been so turned on by him before in all our years of marriage.
I reached down, pulled my panties to the side and plunged myself down on his cummy cock , letting it fill my sopping hole.
"Just like this," I said quietly. "Nick's cock was inside me...right where you are now." I slid myself up and down his shaft. "Your son fucked his mother. Your wife fucked your son."
He pushed himself up into me. "Where?"
"Down in his room...on his bed." I noticed that Evan's cock hadn't lost any of its stiffness like it normally does nowadays after he cums. "I laid back, spread my legs and your boy shoved his cock right in his mommy's cunt."
Evan could barely form his words. "Did he make you cum?"
"Fuck, yeah." I was riding my husband's dick, but I was thinking about doing it with Nick. "He made me cum so hard...all over his cock." That familiar feeling was building up inside me again. "My son made me cum," I babbled breathlessly. "I fucked my son's cock and he made my pussy cum...so...fucking...good!"
Evan strained and began unloading his balls inside of me. Seconds later I was cumming along with him as I slammed myself up and down on his thrusting erection.
"You son's cock made me cum so damn fucking good," I whimpered as the shimmering ripples of my orgasm receded in expanding rings of fading bliss. "So fucking good..."
We lay together on the edge of the bed for a long while without saying anything. As the passion of the moment ebbed away, I wondered if Evan would feel differently once he was thinking clearly. I squeezed his softening cock with my pussy and hoped for the best.
"After all these years," I finally said with a kiss on his lips, "sex with you is still as exciting as when we first met."
"Hmph, so is that why you've been prowling around the house seducing everyone with a dick?"
I gave him punch on the arm that he laughed off. "You don't have to say it like that. I didn't seduce them, exactly, it just sort of happened."
"I'm sure it did."
"And," I went on, "it would be nice if it could keep happening."
"Are you officially asking my permission to continue fucking our boys?"
"I only fucked Nick, so far." I gave his nipple a playful nibble. "But, yes, I want to fuck Timmy, and I want to keep playing with both of them...if you say it's okay."
As he thought about it, I stayed quiet doing my best to keep his limp cock from sliding out of my pussy. I ran my fingers through his chest hair, and teased his nipples with my tongue.
"Like I said, this isn't something I ever imagined you'd be into, but I'd be a hypocrite if I told you that you shouldn't have done it." His hands roamed over my back and butt. "I remember how exciting it was when my mother and I first started fooling around. I learned a lot from her, but it was about more than sex. She really taught me a lot about how to be a man and how to treat a woman."
"She did a great job."
He pulled me up and kissed me. "I want the boys to be able to have with you what I had with my mom. As long as you understand there's more to it than just getting your rocks off. Look at it as...what are they calling them these days? Teachable moments?"
"There's a lot I can teach them." I flexed and Evan's cock popped out of me with a wet slurp. A stream of spent semen followed in a gooey flow. "Especially about getting our rocks off."
"You've become a hopeless nympho over this, haven't you?"
"I guess I'm learning a lot about myself, too. Things that used to scare me turn me on now like crazy. I've become a voyeur, and an exhibitionist, and a swinger, and a..."
"And? What else?"
"I was going to tell you another time, but I guess we should get it all out now." I climbed off of him, sprawled out on the bed, and began casually fiddling with my clit. Evan watched me with amused curiosity. He normally had to beg and bribe me into putting on such a display in front of him with the lights on. "And I guess you could say I've become a bit of a lesbian."
Evan's jaw dropped. Aside from never suspecting I would become sexually involved with my own sons, he would have never guessed I'd willingly cross that line.
"Your mother figured out what was going on with me and the boys, and while we were discussing it she somehow ended up with her face in my pussy."
"Yeah, that sort of thing seems to happen a lot with her." He tickled the insides of my thighs lightly as I played with myself. "So all those years of saying you'd never get freaky with another woman was an act?"
"No, I meant it. But she had me so horny that I wasn't thinking straight."
"You were thinking the opposite of straight, that's for sure," he laughed, giving me a pinch to drive home his lame joke. "Well? How was it?"
"I couldn't believe how much I liked it." I rubbed myself faster as I recalled lying in the woods with my mother-in-law lapping my pussy in the open air. "I mean, obviously getting your clitty licked by just about anyone would feel good, but I thought it would be too weird to enjoy if it was a woman doing it to me. But when your mom started sucking my cunt, it felt perfectly natural."
"And you want her to do it again?" Evan asked and moved between my legs.
"Yes. I want your mother to eat my pussy again."
He slipped the tip of his semi-hard cock into my hole while I continued to work my clit.
"Do you want to do it to her?"
"Yes," I admitted without hesitation. "Your mom's pussy looks so good...I want to taste it. I want to taste your mother's hot, wet pussy."
"I'd love to see that," he said, pushing his softness in and out of my opening.
I grabbed my tit, squeezing it hard, and worked my clit harder.
"I want you to watch me eating your mother's pussy like a horny slut."
"And what about the boys?"
"You want to watch me suck Timmy's cock?"
"You want to see Nick fuck me?"
"You want to see them shoot their cum all over my face?"
"You want to watch your sons make me cuuuummmm!"
I buffed my clit madly as my self-induced orgasm rocked my body. The rush of vital energy filled me up for an instant, then coalesced somewhere deep in my pussy. My thrashing gyrations and filthy exclamations were enough to also get Evan off yet again, despite only being half erect. He squirted the scarce remnants of sex fluid left in his balls onto my shivering twat and slumped back.
We had just enough strength remaining to crawl into each other's arms. We held on loosely, our limbs draped lifelessly upon one another, as we slowly recovered.
"So..." I ventured, "you're honestly not upset that I've been getting nasty with the boys?"
"Like I said, the only thing that bothers me is that you waited this long to finally talk to me about it." He kissed the part of my arm that was nearest his lips. "But I can't really blame you for not knowing how I'd take it. It's the same reason I never told you about the things I did with my mother and father."
I barely contained my reaction. I didn't want him to regret opening up by letting him know how shocked I was at that moment.
"Wait, did you say mother and father?"
"Yes, but don't let your perverted mind get ahead of you. A little while after Mom and I started doing things together, she lured my dad into the mix with us. But it was pretty much just like a normal threesome where the two guys only do stuff to the girl...mostly."
"Mostly. Sometimes when things are happening and the lights are out you just end up going with the flow."
"Looks like I've still got some things to learn about 'normal' threesomes. Good thing I have an expert on hand to consult if I need to." I worked my hand down between us and fondled his limp, sticky dick. "What kind of stuff did you do with your parents?"
"I don't know. I guess it started with Mom inviting me to watch them doing it. Then, eventually, Mom talked me into letting Dad watch us do it."
"Did your father jerk off while he watched you fuck your mom?"
"Damn, that's hot." I couldn't believe after everything we'd just done that I was beginning to feel horny all over again. Picturing my father-in-law masturbating was an intriguing new addition to my collection of indecent fantasies. "I would love to see you stroking your cock while one of the boys fucked me."
"Or how about both of them?"
"Oh God, stop! Just thinking about it is going to make me cum again."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"After the week I've had, I might be risking a serious repetitive orgasm injury."
"And here I thought you hit your sexual peak in your thirties."
"Me, too. I must be hitting my sexual freak now."
Evan's chuckle was more of a groan. "Better late than never." He caressed my bare thigh and a warm sensation flickered across my skin. I remember feeling the same exact way when he touched me like that for the first time so many long years ago.
"But seriously," I insisted, "are we talking about a fantasy, or do you really want to get in on the fun with the boys?"
He took his time before answering. "If you want to keep it between the three of you, I'm fine with that. I don't want to horn in on your special thing. But if you want me to be a part of it, and if Nick and Timmy are into it, then yeah. I'd understand if you think me getting involved might put a damper on the excitement and you'd rather I stayed out of it, but I'd want you to at least tell me about everything that's going on."
"In very graphic detail?"
"Wow, I never realized my husband was such a pervert." I kissed him. "No wonder we get along so well."
I thought over what he'd said. It had been exciting having such a scandalous secret. Hiding my illicit sexual activities with the boys from Evan had certainly added to the thrill. The fear of getting caught intensified the whole affair in a way that couldn't be recaptured. But, the thought of being open about having sex with my sons added a different sort of thrill to the adventure. I loved what I had with just me and the boys, but I could imagine how it might be so much better with their father as part of it all.
"I'll talk to them and see what they think."
"Someone's an eager beaver." I tugged on his soft member lovingly. "Yes, I'll do it tomorrow. And you're sure you won't be jealous if you walk into the kitchen and find me on my knees sucking Nick's cock?"
"As sure as I can be."
"And you won't get upset if Timmy climbs into our bed some night and wants to lick my pussy?"
"I'll cheer on the horny little son of a bitch."
"And you won't be disgusted with me if you get home from work and find me passed out on the sofa naked, covered all over with loads of fresh sperm?"
"As long as I get to add my own contribution, I don't see a problem." He tickled me between the legs, making me giggle and squirm. "Although, speaking of sperm, I'm thinking it would be a good idea for you to get back on the pill or something."
"Not ready to be a granddad?"
"Hmm, now that I think about it, you are sexy when you're pregnant." He patted my belly and tickled me again. It seemed I wasn't the only one feeling like a kid again.
"Okay, no more fooling around. I need to get to sleep. I have a long day of teachable moments ahead of me tomorrow and I need all the rest I can get."
We snuggled under the covers together, and I lapsed into a blissful slumber in a matter of moments.
By the time I woke up the next morning everyone was gone. It's amazing how deeply you can sleep when you have absolutely no guilt nagging at you. I was once again faced with getting through the day without giving in to the temptation to relieve the insistent desire in my pussy. As the morning passed it became more and more difficult to resist touching myself. I wanted to save up all that horny energy for the boys. I called my friend Celeste to see if she wanted to get together for lunch. At least that would get my mind off of sex for an hour or so.
The first thing I noticed when we sat down at the table was the low-cut top Celeste was wearing. I couldn't help stealing glances at her tanned, sun-freckled chest and cleavage every chance I got. As she complained about her job, and her husband, and her kids, all I could do was wonder what it would be like to see her face down between my legs. We'd been friends ever since Nick and her son Taylor started first grade together, and I'd never had anything close to a sexual thought about her during all that time. Of course I recognized that she had a pretty face and a good figure, but that's as far as it ever went.
If I made her cum with my mouth, would she moan or scream? Would she grab my hair and pull my face into her cunt, or just lie back and whimper softly while I licked her clitty? When I shoved two fingers into her sloppy, wet hole, would she beg for a third? How good would her soft tits feel pressed against mine? Yeah, so much for getting my mind off of sex.
I tried to refocus and get my thoughts out of the gutter. I chit-chatted about what was going on with me - struggling to come up with topics that didn't involve sexually molesting my sons. I felt this suicidal urge to come right out and confess everything to her. She'd probably never speak to me again, and I'd likely have the cops on my doorstep within the hour, but I kept fantasizing that she'd be into it and want to try it herself. The image of her coming by the house with her son Taylor and fucking him on our living room floor while Nick and I fucked on the carpet right next to them kept playing over and over in my head. It would be so freakin' hot to see this ultra-conservative soccer mom taking two huge loads from her son and mine all over her face. Just thinking about it had me on the edge of orgasm as I sat there in the restaurant sneaking peeks at my best friend's tits.
By the time I got home I was a frazzled mess. My clit was so hard it almost hurt. I tried to watch TV, but couldn't sit still. There was an hour before Nick would be home, and it seemed time was standing still. I was at the front door when his bus arrived, but he wasn't on it. For a moment I felt like I'd been stood-up for the prom! I was being ridiculous, but I couldn't seem to help it. Forty minutes later I heard the back door bang shut and I rushed to the kitchen to find Timmy rooting around in the refrigerator.
"Where's your brother?"
"He texted and said he was staying after for some yearbook thing."
He pulled out the carton of milk and jar of hot fudge. "Yeah, there's some weird red-headed chick he's hot for, and..." He paused and looked at me like he shouldn't have said that.
"Nick has a girl he likes?"
"No, not really," he quickly backpedalled. He grabbed a glass out of the cabinet. "I don't know, probably not." He was clearly flustered.
"It's okay if Nick likes a girl, Timmy. It's not like I'm going to be jealous or anything."
"Oh, well, I just thought...nevermind." He scooped a glob of hot fudge into the glass and filled the rest with milk. "Yeah, I guess he likes her then."
I had lied. I was jealous as hell. But I couldn't let either of them know. It was something I hadn't anticipating having to deal with. I obviously wanted them to get involved with girls their own age and have their little romances, but I couldn't help hating this slutty red-headed bitch I'd never even met.
Timmy attacked the hard blob of chocolate at the bottom of his glass with a spoon.
"You know we have chocolate milk mix in the cupboard, right?"
"This is better," he said as he struggled to make his concoction drinkable. "You okay, Mom?"
He shrugged. "You look nervous or something."
"Or something." I wanted to jump on him right then and there, and rape him on the kitchen counter. "I was wondering about how you were feeling about what happened yesterday."
"Like what?" He tested a sip of his fudge-milk and went back to trying to mix it.
"Like, is there anything that you're uncomfortable about? I mean...as far as the things I'm doing with you and your brother go?"
"Are you kidding, Mom? It's the best thing that's ever happened in my life. And I'm pretty sure Nick thinks so too."
"I admit I was more than a little surprised to find you two masturbating together."
"Yeah," he laughed and took another slug of his muddy milk, "I guess we're kind of jerk off buddies now. I thought he was going to rag on me about the panty thing, but he ended up being pretty cool about it. And then when he showed me the video with you and him I had to rub one out over it, and I didn't care who was around."
"Seeing you two playing with your dicks like that really turned me on," I said stepping closer to him.
"I've been thinking about you and your brother all day. My panties are soaked. If you don't believe me, you can check them for yourself."
Timmy grinned and put his glass aside. He stepped up to me, unbuttoned my jeans, and reached his hand down into my pants. His fingers probed the silky fabric of my panties, confirming how wet they were. He drew his hand out, closed his eyes, and sniffed his fingertips. His smile broadened.
"Nice..." he murmured.
"You like the way mommy smells down there, don't you?" I pushed my jeans down off my hips.
He nodded. I put my hands on his shoulders and coaxed him down onto his knees. I arched myself forward and pulled his head into my crotch, nestling his face into my moist panties.
"Can you smell how horny I am for you?" I got pleasant shivers all over hearing his muffled moan of assent. "I've been thinking about how good your mouth feels on my pussy."
He moved his head in small circles, grinding his nose deeper into my warm, womanly cleft. I wondered what Celeste would say if she saw me doing this. Would she be horrified that I was standing in my kitchen in the middle of the day pushing my youngest son's face against the dampened crotch of the panties I was wearing? Or would she be turned on by it so much that she'd begin frigging herself like crazy while she watched? I wish this didn't have to be such a secret, but that's part of what made it so exciting.
I knew I would be able to get off easily just by humping Timmy's face, but I wanted something more.
"Mommy really wants her pussy sucked," I told him pleadingly. "Will you do that for me? Will you lick my pussy and make me cum?"
Timmy smiled up at me. "Sure thing, Mom."
I boosted myself up on the counter of the center-island and leaned back. He looked a little surprised. I guess he didn't expect me to spread my legs for him right there in the kitchen. He moved in and went right to work, pulling the gusset of my panties aside and jamming his tongue straight into my hole.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" I cried out involuntarily. "Stick your tongue in me, baby!"
As he began licking and sucking me I dragged off my shirt and tugged my way out of my bra. This was what I'd been craving ever since I woke up that morning. I grabbed the back of his head and forced his face hard against my impassioned vulva.
"Eat me! Eat that fucking pussy, my sweet baby!"
He went at me more vigorously. His hands gripped my thighs. Fingers dug painfully into my soft flesh, but even that felt good. The edge of countertop cutting against my ass cheek felt good, the cold car keys pinned underneath my back felt good, the cramp in my hip from holding my leg in the air felt good. Every sensation somehow transformed itself into pleasure.
Timmy couldn't concentrate in any one area for very long. He'd poke his tongue into my opening, lick my lips, suckle my clit, kiss the crease of my inner thigh, then do it all again in reverse. If he had stuck with any one of those for more than ten seconds he would have made me cum, but every time he changed my orgasmic build-up downshifted and began to rev up all over again. I wanted to cum so badly, but I also wanted that feeling of almost being there to go on and on.
"Oh shit, you eat Mommy's pussy so good." I began to feel light-headed. It was the exact same feeling of euphoric disorientation I'd gotten from doing my deep-breathing exercises when I was in the delivery room giving birth to him. My baby was sucking the hole he came out of. "Don't stop! Taste it! Taste my cunt! Taste you mother's horny fucking cunt!"
The next time he got to my clit I grabbed his head and held him in place.
"Right there! Suck my clit! Suck it...make me cum...I want to cum on your face! All over my son's face. I'm going to cum on your face! I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...suck me, suck me, suck me! Yes! Oooooooh, yes..."
All the pent up horniness that had been building over the course of the day burst free in a flood that deluged my mind and body with too many good feelings at once for me to make any real sense of it. I tried not to think about the fact that it was only going to last a few seconds, and pretended my orgasmic high was going to last and last. My leg shivered, my middle spasmed, my chest got warm all over. I was more alive in those fleeting moments than seemed possible.
Timmy continued to lap at my climax-engorged lips. The snackety noises resulting from my son essentially making out with my pussy was a delight to hear. I ran my fingers through his hair as he continued to feast on my sex. My handsome young man.
He finally relented and looked up at me with wet cheeks. "Mom, is it okay if I ask you to do something for me?"
"Of course, honey." If I had been more coherent I would have been more cautious, but I was so relaxed and contented I would have likely agreed to anything.
"Can you turn over onto your hands and knees?"
"I supposed I can, but only if you promise to catch me if I fall off of the counter."
I forced my drained limbs into action and managed to get onto my knees. My rear end was pointing toward Timmy at about his eye level, with my feet extending out over the end of the countertop. I'd fooled around with my husband once or twice in the kitchen before, but it was the first time I'd ever found myself in that position. I felt exposed, and slightly embarrassed, but excited for whatever was going to happen next.
Timmy's hands glided up over my calves and I felt him moving in closer. I resisted the temptation to look back to see exactly what he was up to. His touch moved up the outsides of my thighs and over my hips. He slipped his fingers under the waist of my panties and slowly pulled them down toward my knees as far as he could. I heard his belt being unbuckled and the sound of his pants, and presumably his underwear, being lowered. All was quiet for a few moments. I gently bit my lip and waited. Then something barely touched me back there.
I felt the slightest tickle near the lower part of the crease of my ass, then it was gone. After a few seconds it returned. I heard Timmy inhaling in quick little staccato breaths. He was sniffing my ass. My instinct was to pull away and distract him with something else, but I didn't let my self-conscious reticence ruin his enjoyment. Even though I didn't fully understand this fascination of his, I didn't want to make him feel awkward about it.
I could hear him stroking his cock, giving it about a dozen quick jerks, then stopping abruptly.
"Is that good for you?" I asked after a letting him sniff for about a minute. He cleared his throat, but didn't respond. "I thought you were only interested in the way my pussy smelled."
"Yeah, but I guess I like all of it." His hand touched one of my butt cheeks, petting it like a delicately exotic creature. "I know it's weird, but it's like...I guess because...I don't know how to explain it."
"You don't have to explain it, sweetheart." It felt strange talking to him like this while he was staring at my naked backside. "We can't help liking what we like. Sometimes there's no explanation."
"Do you think it's gross?"
"It's not something I've encountered before, but I don't think it's gross. It's just something different than what I'm used to."
He leaned in for another whiff. "I really like the way your ass is." He touched it with both hands. "Is it okay if I see more of it?"
I knew exactly what he was asking and felt a alarmed flutter in my tummy.
"Well, actually, to tell the truth I'm a little shy about that 'area' of my body." My heart rate picked up. "Even with your father."
"Oh, okay, sure." He pulled his hands away.
I could hear the disappointment and possibly a little regret for having taken the risk.
"But, it is pretty silly when you think about it. I mean, you've seen my pussy and everything else, so it shouldn't be any big deal. Right?"
"Right," he concurred hopefully.
"Well, then go ahead if you want." I bit my lip and waited anxiously.
He laid his hands on my rear end once again. Gave it a light rub. Gave it a squeeze. Then with easy pressure he slowly spread my cheeks apart.
My heart leapt. There I was, in full daylight, up on my kitchen counter, allowing my son to spread open my butt and look straight at my asshole. I apparently had no boundaries left whatsoever. What I couldn't quite get my head around is how something so intensely humiliating could be so extraordinarily exhilarating. I'd never exposed myself like that to anyone before in my conscious life - including my doctor or my husband.
I made myself hold still as my son inspected my formerly most private area. I don't know why I was so protective of it, but I'd always assumed most people were like me in that way. I thought opening up sexually to my boys would provide them with a valuable learning experience, but there was another case of Timmy teaching me something new.
"This feels so strange," I giggled.
"It's totally awesome, Mom. I never...damn...this is just awesome."
I always do my best to keep myself clean, but after a day of running around I had no delusions that I probably wasn't particularly fresh back there. I tried to refrain from cringing, but I couldn't help it. Suddenly I flinched and let out a little squeal.
The tip of Timmy's nose had touched my asshole!
"Sorry," he mumbled and backed off.
"No, no! It's okay, you just caught me by surprise, that's all. Go ahead, I'm ready now."
A few seconds later he was back in there. His nose brushed back and forth, then up and down. He really was into it. Maybe the attraction had something to do with pheromones. Maybe it was the forbidden aspect. Or maybe my baby boy was just a big ol' freak. I tried to relax and enjoy the experience for what it was. I was giving my boy what he wanted, and if he was happy then I was happy. Sniff away my little perv.
It was just at that moment that the back door opened and Nick walked in to the sight of his mother naked up on the counter on all fours, and his little brother with his nose buried in my asshole.
"Holy shit, you guys! I'm glad I didn't invite Kaylin over like I was going to!"
Wow, what a disaster that would have been. I was definitely going to have to get smarter about how and when I went about indulging my incestuous urges, but that was a consideration for another time.
"Quit complaining, drop your drawers and get over here," I ordered with authority. "I need a big hard dick in my mouth while your brother is busy jerking off to my asshole."
Nick shook his head and grinned. He dumped his book bag to the floor and began urgently stripping out of his pants. It was obvious I wasn't going to be able to have dinner on the table for Evan by the time he got home from work, but hopefully he'll be pleased by what he was going to find laid out on the table instead.
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