Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York
|Introduction: Mom brings Dad into her sexual adventures with her sons.|
My Son's Cum Rag, part 8
I was naked on all fours atop the kitchen counter in the middle of the afternoon. My ass was up in the air, and my stiff nipples were pressed against the cold granite of my countertop. Timmy, my youngest son was behind me with his pants down around his ankles, sniffing my butt and jerking himself madly. Nick, my older son, had just gotten home from school and was standing on his tiptoes next to me while I sucked his cock. I couldn't help wondering if this was going to be a normal day for me from now on!
I reached back between my thighs. "Give me your hand," I mumbled to Timmy with Nick's cock still in my mouth. He did as he was told and I brought his hand up to my very wet pussy. "I want your fingers inside me." He slipped two fingers easily into my hole. "More!" I demanded. He added a third and I felt the tight stretch that I looking for. "Oh, that's it, baby. Fuck me just like that."
As he pushed his fingers in and out of me I began playing with my clit. There was a hint of soreness as I touched myself. It was the good kind of sore. With all the attention it was getting over the past days it was no surprise my pussy was feeling the effects. I rubbed myself even harder.
Nick steadied himself against the counter with one hand to keep from falling off his toes. His other hand caressed my hair, and ended up at the back of my head. This sent a chill of excitement through me. This little gesture made it feel like he was taking possession of me, letting me know he owned my mouth at that moment. And he did.
It was difficult to move my head in that position, so he made up for it by thrusting himself gently into my mouth. His shaft slipped passed my lips and along my tongue. The soft head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat, choking me for a scant moment, then withdrawing, only to repeat the delectable cycle a second later. I had only ever tolerated blowjobs before I began playing with my boys, now it felt like a special kind of privilege. It seemed impossible to believe that I was actually sucking my own son's hard cock, but it was really happening. I had become a shameless slut for my sons, and I was loving every second of it.
I jumped suddenly when I felt something strange at my back end. Nick let out a slight yowl when I accidentally scraped his dick with my teeth.
"Timmy? Did you just lick my asshole?"
He didn't answer right away. "Sorry."
"Do it again," I said.
I felt his face press between my cheeks and his probing tongue touched against my anus. It caused my butt to clench and sent a delightful tickle through me. My husband had never done that to me before, and I probably wouldn't have let him if he'd asked. I admit I was more than a little embarrassed about it, but it felt so good that I didn't want him to stop.
"Oh, wow," I breathed. "Keep doing it, Timmy. Keep licking Mommy's asshole." He went at it with gusto, his tongue lapping, and circling, and poking my nasty bottom hole. "Mmm, yes, just like that."
"Damn, you two are a couple of total sex freaks," Nick chided.
"This from the boy who's fucking his own mother's mouth?"
He just smiled and shrugged, then shoved his cock back down my throat. He reached down with his free hand and cupped one of my dangling breasts, squeezing and jiggling it playfully. No one spoke for the next few minutes, each of us focusing on what we were doing. Timmy licked and jerked, I diddled and sucked, Nick fondled and sighed.
I felt myself getting close. I popped Nick's cock out of my mouth for a second. "Don't stop licking Mommy's asshole. Fuck that feels so damn good!" I then went right back to blowing my big boy.
Timmy didn't seem like he had any desire to let up on my butthole anytime soon, but it turned me on to say such dirty things out loud in front of my boys. I'd spent almost their entire lives being careful not to swear in front of them, and now look at me! I had the filthiest gutter mouth I'd ever heard, and it was like a new drug that made everything more vivid.
I was almost there. I began turning my hips, pushing my asshole back onto Timmy's questing tongue. I heard him gasping for air. His inability to breathe wasn't slowing him down any. I heard his muffled moan behind me and heard something wet splattering on the tiled floor. My baby just made himself cum while licking my ass. This sent me over.
My moans started with Nick's cock filling my mouth. Timmy's tongue must have been just about worn out, but he kept at it and pumped his fingers into me deeper and faster than before. Nick pinched one of my nipples, giving it a good tug and a twist. Perfect!
These boys were quick learners and they already knew exactly what to do to get their mother off. I rubbed my clit as fast as I could until POW! It hit me like a bolt of concentrated exultation. The world dropped out from under me and I was in blissful freefall. Seeing me spasm with such pleasure finally put Nick over the edge.
In the middle of my mind-scrambling orgasm, warm gouts of spunk jetted against the back of my throat. Nick grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding me in place. I had no intention of pulling away. I swallowed and let him fill my mouth up with more. Instead of my orgasmic sensations ebbing away they intensified, and as I gulped down my son's sperm I began cumming even harder than I had been. The room was spinning and I felt myself spinning with it. I almost fell off my perch on the edge of the kitchen counter, but I kept sucking as hard as I could and pulled one last serving of cum out of his cock. This mouthful I savored while I rode Timmy's fingers through the fading stages of my double climax.
Nick was holding onto me to keep me from falling. I swallowed the sticky wad, and panted for air.
"God damn, that was incredible," I said with a joyful laugh. "Whew, I'm dizzy..."
The boys helped me down and waited until my legs were steady enough to hold me up. The two of them looked so adorable with their peckers poking straight out, all swollen up as hard as can be and ready for more.
"As good as that was," I said in a shaky voice, "I could still go for a nice fuck. Any volunteers?"
"Me!" they both yelled almost simultaneously.
Timmy had been in the midst of kicking his pants off from around his ankles so is brother beat him by a hair.
"We have a winner," I said and took hold of Nick's hard-on.
"Aww, not fair," Timmy grumbled.
"Quit crying, virgin," Nick taunted.
"Hey," I scolded, "be nice. Don't forget, Nick, that only a week ago you were a virgin, too."
"Yeah, but not anymore. Now I'm the looove master."
Timmy and I exchanged a look. We both rolled our eyes as Nick did a little shimmy and waggled his wang around lewdly for our benefit. If he only knew how much he was like his father.
"C'mon you two." I spun Nick around, pointed him toward the dining room and gave him a shove. "We need to find somewhere safer to fuck so I don't end up breaking my neck when I cum." Timmy and I followed along.
"Where are we going?" Nick asked.
I moved the centerpiece out of the way, hopped up on the dining room table, and spread my legs.
"Right here, baby cakes!"
Without argument Nick quickly went to the chair at the head of the table that his father usually sat in and moved it out of the way. He stepped up between my legs and positioned his cock for entry.
"Watch and learn, virgin." With this he pushed the head of his dick into my ready hole.
Timmy did watch. Intently. He moved forward, staring wide-eyed at the view of his brother's heftier cock sliding into his mother's pussy. The rapt look on his young face gave me tingles all up my back and across my shoulders. I watched Timmy take hold of his thin prick and begin pulling at it lightly. I couldn't decide if it was more exciting being a voyeur or an exhibitionist. Luckily I could be both at the same time.
"Timmy," I beckoned, "do me a favor and come rub your dick on Mommy's face."
He snapped out of his trance with a grin, stepped up on a chair and knelt on the table next to my head.
"I have a question, Mom," Timmy said as he laid his stiff prick along my proffered cheek. "We haven't called you 'Mommy' for probably more than five years. Why do you keep saying it that way?"
Nick was working himself in and out of me with exquisitely slow strokes. He was learning to pace himself. I turned my face this way and that, reveling in the contrast of the soft hardness of Timmy's erection.
"I don't know," I finally answered dreamily. "I suppose it just feels dirtier to say it like that."
I kissed and licked the underside of his potent little hard-on, brushing my lips over his scrunched up ball sack. Nick pulled back too far and his cock fell out of me. He quickly fumbled it back into my hole and pushed it home, filling my grasping emptiness.
"Does Mommy want to suck my cock?" Timmy asked with a cheeky tone. I took in the entire length of him into my mouth. "Oh, Mommy, that's good..." he sighed.
I took his hand and placed it on one of my tits. He began playing with it. The coolness of his sweaty palm was soothing against my protruding nipple.
"Mmm, Nick," I said, "your cock feels so nice inside my pussy. Keep going just like that, sweetheart."
I suckled Timmy's tightly wrinkled scrotum for a few moments then went back to his stiff prick. It was going to be fun watching him grow and seeing how his cock and balls developed over the next couple years. I couldn't wait to find out how big my little boy would get.
I heard the sound of the back door opening, but it wasn't until the distinctive clack-snap of Evan's shoes crossing the kitchen floor was heard that the boys realized their dad was home. They both stiffened instantly, looking at me and freezing dead still. I could practically see them willing their father to walk past without noticing what was going on in the dining room. No one was breathing, not even me.
"Well, well, well." Evan's voice sounded serious. "Look what we have here."
Nick looked like he wanted to bolt right out of the room. Timmy pulled his dick out of my mouth and covered himself with his hands. Strangely, even though this was just what I had planned, I had that queasy thrill in my tummy like I had just been caught at something I shouldn't be doing.
There I was, splayed out totally naked on the dining room table with one of my son's cocks in my pussy and one in my face. My husband's eyes raked up and down my incest-infused body with newfound lust. My heart pumped double-time with fear and excitement.
"I'm sorry, boys," I said as calmly as I could. "I forgot to mention that I finally told Dad about what we've been doing." They looked at me like they didn't fully understand the words I was saying. "Your father and I discussed it, and he agrees that it's a good idea that we teach you two as much about sex as we can...just like his mother and father taught him."
Timmy's eyes all but bulged out of his head. "Grandma...?" Nick tried to hide a knowing smirk.
"That's right," Evan confirmed, stepping closer to our naked tableau. "Your grandmother taught me everything I wanted to know about sex when I was a teenager, and so I don't see why you guys shouldn't have the same advantages as I did with your mom."
"You and...Grandma?" Timmy sputtered, still incredulous.
Evan shrugged. "That's right. Just like you and your mother." He leaned down, kissed my bare nipple, then kissed me on the lips. "Hmm, tastes like someone's already cum in Mom's mouth."
"I swallowed a load from Nick, and now I'm working on getting one from Timmy." I moved Timmy's hand away from his hard-on and began sucking him right in front of his father.
Evan watched for a few seconds, then looked down to where Nick was standing motionless with his cock half in and half out of me. Nick's cheeks flushed a bright red and he didn't know what to do or where to look.
"Okay, well," Evan said, clapping his hands. "I don't want to interrupt your little threesome here, so I'll get out of the way. He patted my belly. "Don't hold back, Nick, your mom likes it good and deep." As he turned to go he gripped Timmy's skinny shoulder. "Have fun, big guy."
They remained still until they heard their father's footsteps reach the top of the stairs.
"No way that really just happened," Nick choked out.
"Seriously, Mom? Dad and Grandma?" Timmy asked in wonderment.
"I was as surprised as you when I first found out," I said. "So I guess maybe it runs in the family...in more ways that one."
"So Dad really is cool with this?"
"You saw it for yourself." I was getting anxious to get back to the fucking and sucking. "He's more than just cool with it. He loves you guys as much as I do and he wants you to be happy. Part of being happy is to understand your own bodies and the urges that you have. Having a safe, loving way to learn about these things will help you be better men. At least that's how he explained it to me." I pushed myself down on Nick's cock, encouraging to get back into the groove. "He knows that a boy can't have a better teacher than his own mother, and he wants to do whatever he can for your education."
"Are you saying that Dad wants to do this with us too, or something?"
"Or something," I answered cryptically and returned to sucking Timmy's cock.
From the corner of my eye I saw them share a look. Nick smiled and shrugged as if saying "sure, whatever," then turned his attention back to fucking my pussy. This was apparently good enough for Timmy, and he went back to fucking my mouth. It couldn't have been much more than a minute later before Nick was shooting a load deep into my cunt, Timmy was spraying his seed down my throat, and I was bouncing my through another mind-altering orgasm.
I haven't been able to look at my dining room table the same after that day.
After we all got our energy back, I sent the boys off to get their homework done and I headed upstairs. I got myself cleaned up while Evan eyed me wolfishly the whole time. I wasn't saying a word, just merrily humming to myself as I got dressed.
"So...?" he prompted, unable to stand the suspense any longer.
"So what?" I asked, playing coy with him.
"Everything went okay after I left?"
"Why wouldn't it? A good time was had by all."
He was done with my teasing him. I let out a screaming laugh as he grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed, using his strength to pin me under his body. I could feel his hard-on digging into my thigh.
"I have ways of making you talk."
"My, my, someone's testosterone is running high!" I bit his lip playfully when he tried to force a kiss on me. "What do you want me to say? You saw what was going on. It was fucking amazing...literally."
"They looked like a couple of deer in the headlights when I walked in."
"I know, that was cruel of me. I should have told them about you knowing before you came home, but I kind of wanted to see the looks on their faces when Dad caught them banging Mommy. I'm such a bad mother."
"A very, very bad mother." He nuzzled my breasts through the fresh shirt I had just put on.
"Slow down, tiger, keep it in your pants. My pussy is on a time-out right now. Save yourself for later."
"What's going on later?"
"You, and your little friend, will just have to wait and see. Until then, I'm starving. How about you take me and my two young lovers out for some pizza?"
"You are a cruel, cruel woman." He climbed off of me and tried to tuck his erection down so it wouldn't so obvious. He ended up having to un-tuck his shirt to cover his obvious excitement.
As much as I tried, no one was up for much conversation during the ride to the restaurant. There was enough uncomfortable awkwardness to go around, so I didn't push it. Once the pizza came things started to lighten up, and by the ride home it was a normal family night out like any other. When we got home, Evan and I watched a little TV while Nick and Timmy played a video game. Anyone peeking into our window would have never suspected we were anything but an average family on an average Monday night.
I kissed the boys goodnight and we all went off to our separate bedrooms. I cleaned off my makeup and washed my face. Evan was in bed pretending to read. I went through my lingerie drawer and picked out a sheer white camisole and a pair of barely-there peach panties. I put them on and checked myself out in the mirror. Pretty hot for a forty-something mom with two kids, if I do say so myself. I turned off all the lights except for the one on my husband's night stand.
"You better be naked by the time I get back," I said to him as I slipped out, closing the door behind me.
I went down to Timmy's bedroom, knocked and waited for him to say I could come in. He was in bed playing his PSP.
"I told you not to play with that before you go to sleep," I nagged him gently.
"What should I play with before I go to sleep?"
"Don't get fresh with me, young man."
"What do you expect coming into my room looking like that?"
I did a little turn. "Like it?"
I sat down on the edge of his bed. He never took his eyes off my modestly swaying tits as I got myself settled.
"I wanted to check in with you to see if you're feeling at all overwhelmed by all of this sex stuff. It's a lot to deal with all at once. I know it has been for me, and I'm worried that it's maybe too much for you to handle. You can be honest with me and say if you want things to slow down."
He was giving me a wry smile. "I think I can handle it, Mom."
"I just don't want to overdo it. If you feel like there is too much sex going on for you, I want you to tell me."
Timmy pulled his bed sheet aside revealing that he was naked from the waist down with a raging boner standing proudly. "I was jerking off when you knocked - thinking about what we did today."
I ran my fingernails lightly along the length of his shaft. "I suppose this means you'd be up for some more fun before you go to sleep?"
He tossed the PSP aside and reached for my tits. I caught his wrists just before he could grope me.
"Actually, we have a different idea."
I nodded and placed his hands on my tits. "Your father and I were getting ready to make love, and he suggested that you might like to come to our bedroom and watch."
He wasn't sure how to respond at first. "Dad wants me to watch you guys have sex?"
"He does." I stroked his penis softly. "If you want to."
"Won't that be weird?"
"Maybe. But it would also be pretty exciting, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I guess." He fondled my tits as he thought it through. "And I'm supposed to just watch?"
"Well, I supposed you could jerk off while you watched, if you wanted." I tickled his balls.
"It was kinda messed up having Dad see me naked in the dining room today, I don't know if I could whack off in front of him."
"That's okay, sweetie. I don't want you to feel pressured. It was just and idea." I stood and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hold on! I didn't say no yet. I'm just trying to figure this out."
I waited, silently praying he would agree to go along with me. I fought against the urge to rub my increasingly horny pussy. I didn't want to unfairly influence him any more than I already had.
"Okay, I guess I could try it, but if it's too weird would it be alright if I didn't stay?"
"Of course, honey. Dad and I don't want to make you do anything you're uncomfortable with. We just want to show you what sex between two adults who truly love each other looks like. If you're not ready for that, then we understand."
He climbed out of bed and picked up a pair of sweatpants off the floor.
"You won't need those," I said as I headed for the door, "unless you really want them."
He thought about it for a second, then dropped the sweatpants back onto the floor and followed me down the hallway to my bedroom in nothing but a t-shirt, his hard-on pointing the way. I was tempted to drop to my knees and suck him off right there in the hallway, but I managed to control myself. I opened the door to my bedroom and saw that Evan had done as I had told him. He was lying on the bed naked with an almost full erection. His penis jumped when he saw me enter.
"Guess who's decided to join us." I stepped aside and Timmy sidled in next to me.
"Hey, buddy," Evan greeted his son trying to sound at ease. "Looks like your mom got you going too." He gave his own dick a couple casual pulls.
"Yeah," Timmy said glancing down at his modest boner, "she's good at that."
I pulled Timmy's t-shirt up. He raised his arms and let me take it off him like when he was little. "I told him if things got too weird for him that he didn't have to stay."
"I remember the first time I saw my parents doing it was strange for me in the beginning," Evan said. "But it only took a few minutes before I was able to relax and enjoy it."
"You're talking about grandma and grandpa..."
"Your grandmother was a very sexy woman when I was your age." Evan fondled his balls absently. "Matter of fact, she still is, don't you think?"
Timmy thought for a second. "I never really thought about it before, but...yeah. I guess she is."
"Honey," I said to Timmy, interrupting, "can you take my panties down for me?"
He eased my panties off my hips, and slid them down my legs. When I stepped out of them he instinctively brought my moist undies to his nose and breathed deeply. He seemed to suddenly remember that his father was there seeing this and looked like he half expected to be scolded, or maybe taunted. Evan just smiled and didn't say a word.
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked, getting Timmy's attention. "Can you check my pussy to make sure it's good and wet for your father's cock?"
His fingers went straight for my crotch. He felt along the crease of my slit and found my hole. Timmy's fingers went inside me, then pumped in and out experimentally, testing my wetness. He pulled them out and looked at them as if he was checking a dipstick. His tongue stretched out and sampled my sex juice.
"I'd say you're ready to go, Mom."
"Almost," I agreed. "Just help me off with this."
Timmy lifted my camisole and pulled it up and off, leaving me completely naked. He eyed me hungrily, even though he'd seen it all just a few hours earlier. It was exceedingly exciting to be the object of that kind of raw, unquenchable lust. I wanted his curious, inexperienced fingers back inside me, but I had to remind myself that this was about more than just getting me off.
"You can sit over there if you want," I said motioning to the chair in the shadowy corner, "or you can stand closer, if you like."
"Whatever's good for you, buddy," Evan added. "There's plenty of room on the bed too, if you want to get a front row view of the action."
I double-checked to be sure the dim lighting would be enough for Timmy to see everything that was going on between his father and me. Those butterflies were batting around in my tummy again. I'd cleared the hurdle of my first threesome, but this was an entirely different kind of experience I was about to embark on. I'd spent all of my married life working to conceal my sexual activities with my husband from our kids, and there I was about to put them on full display for my youngest son. I was actually going to let him see Mommy and Daddy fuck. It was surreal and intensely erotic at the same time.
I kissed Timmy on the lips and headed toward the bed. He slapped me sharply on the ass as I went, like a coach sending a player into the game. The little rascal.
Evan watched my approach eagerly. A couple weeks ago I had no clue about the kinky past he had had with his own mother and father, and I realized that this encounter must be especially thrilling for him. He'd given up family sex when he married me, and now that I'd discovered the unique joys of loving incest we could finally share this forbidden gift together.
I climbed onto our big bed and went straight for his cock. I licked the pre-cum from his small slit, then ran my tongue around his swollen head. The soft resilience of his engorged glans against my lips was so enticing. My senses were keyed up and more receptive than usual. I could feel every contour of my husband's cockhead and became aware of the subtle but noticeable differences between him and Nick. Evan flared a bit more there, and Nick was rounder here. They tasted different, too. It suddenly amused me to think that I would be able to easily tell my guys apart in the dark just by putting their cocks in my mouth. I couldn't wait to test this hypothesis!
Without being too obvious, I took a peek to see what Timmy was doing. He had retreated to the shadowy corner of the room and was sitting on the edge of my antique high-backed chair. I never expected to see my butt-naked son sitting on it when I bought it in that little shop. He held his stiff prick in his hand. Timmy would tug himself a few times, then stop. Between tugs he lifted my pussy-scented panties to his nose and took a measured whiff - like a connoisseur sampling the bouquet of a fine wine. The spellbound look on his face confirmed that he was fully invested in this encounter. I was still worried that he was only going along with it because I passively coerced him into it, but it appeared that he was surely enjoying it so far.
I continued teasing the end of Evan's cock as I cupped his balls and began gently toying with them. I have to admit that I think the balls are the unsung heroes of the male anatomy. I love them. I like them when they hang low and sway. I like them when they are pulled up tight and firm. They're good hairy or shaved. I love the smell, the feel, and the taste of them. In many ways they are the source of a man's potency, and yet they are also one of his greatest vulnerabilities. The trust given to you when he lets you hold them in your hands, or take them in your mouth, is a privileged thing. And I try to enjoy that privilege every chance I get.
I noticed that Timmy was playing with his own balls, mimicking the way I was massaging his father's. He looked so cute. I began sucking Evan more aggressively.
"Oh, yeah, suck that cock, honey," he moaned.
That gave me a little shiver of delight that trickled down my spine. He wasn't usually much of a talker, so I had to assume he was doing it for his son's benefit. For some reason this was a real turn on for me. From the wide grin I could see on Timmy's face, he was enjoying it as much as I was.
"You're such a good little cocksucking slut, aren't you?"
I wasn't sure how to respond. "I'm your cockslut, baby." He seemed to like that and shoved himself deeper into my mouth choking me for a brief second.
When I could sense that Evan was getting close he pulled himself out. He held me at bay and stayed stock still for a few moments. He didn't want to cum. His swollen cock, all slick with my saliva, looked insanely sexy twitching and flexing on the verge of an explosive orgasm. I was tempted to grab him and and force him to cum with my hand. But I behaved myself and waited until he had calmed down enough to move again.
"You want to get your pussy licked?" he asked.
"I want you to lick my slutty pussy. I want you to taste how wet I am." He rolled me over onto my back, spread my legs apart, and bean going down on me like a hungry animal. "Oh, fuck, yes, suck it, suck my fucking cunt."
My husband's experienced tongue knew exactly what to do. I grabbed onto his head and rode his face. I looked across the room toward my son. He had stood up and was leaning forward trying to get a better look at what was happening down between my legs. It was unbelievably arousing to have a spectator in my bedroom. Letting my son into this most private part of my marital life was doing more for me than I had anticipated.
I was torn between conflicting desires. I wanted Timmy to come join us. I wanted him to suck my tits, and let me handle his cock while his father ate me out. But I also wanted to keep him at arm's length and go on enjoying him as a spectator. The lasciviously new sensations of putting on a live sex show, like some kind of wanton porn star, were too deliciously decadent for me to resist. I watched him take a step closer.
He noticed that my attention was on him. Our eyes met, sending electric darts of illicit pleasure racing through me. Timmy looked bashful for a moment, taken off-guard by my observation of him being as absorbed as he was in his parents' lovemaking, but then that cocky smirk of his quickly reappeared. I gave him a wink and gave both my nipples a fierce tweak. He licked his lips, apparently also thinking about getting in on the action, and jerked himself a little quicker.
I kept my gaze on my masturbating son as my husband used his mouth to bring me up the path toward divine release. I'd cum in front of Timmy several times already, but this would be the first time he'd see his father giving me an orgasm. It was reprehensible just how horny this made me. I was such a bad mother. Such a bad, horny, slut of a mother.
"I'm going to cum!" I cried out. "Daddy's going to make me fucking cum right now!"
Evan sucked harder and faster. I humped his face more desperately. Timmy moved in closer, straining to see over his father's shoulder.
"Oh, shit, that's it, right there, right there, oh, yes, yes, fuck yes!" My orgasm bolted through my body. My head flung back against the mattress, I pulled my nipples as far as they could stretch, my feet shot out, and my back arched forcing my pussy hard against Evan's mouth. Sound and vision became muddled as my brain short-circuited for a few seconds and I wanted that feeling to go on and on. When my senses came crashing back to me I heard myself laughing. A good orgasm always does that to me.
While I was still drifting my husband climbed on top of me and immediately plunged his cock into my exceedingly well-lubricated pussy. It almost felt too good to tolerate, but I somehow managed. He pushed himself into me as deep as he could go, then began methodically pumping in and out of me. This was something we'd done countless times over the course of our relationship, but it was like the first time all over again. It was the first time we'd ever openly fucked in front of one of our sons. It was astonishing how doing something so indefensibly bad could feel so damned great.
I was so wet that our fucking was twice as noisy as usual. Evan seemed more impassioned than usual. Apparently he was eager to put on a good show for his boy. And I had to imagine this whole situation was elevating his libido to levels it hadn't reached in years. His pace gradually built until he was giving me a righteous pounding. I bounced helplessly beneath him like I was a plaything at the mercy of his driving thrusts.
Timmy wasn't anywhere that I could see him. I twisted and tried to look past my sweating husband. I could barely see that Timmy was kneeling at the foot of our bed. He had a close-up view right between his father's thighs to the sight of his cock ramming into his mother's cunt over and over again. I admit that I envied him in that moment and would have loved to have been able to see that for myself. I tried to spread my legs and angle my hips up so he could see as much of me down there as I could possibly show him.
Evan was once again on the brink of cumming. I pulled him down on top of me, and clamped my legs around his waist. I held him tight, doing all I could to keep him still. He fought it for a second, then realized I didn't want him to blow his load yet. I felt him struggle against every impulse to continue, but he stayed strong and slowly eased back from the edge for a second time. I was worried that his head might just explode when I finally did let him cum.
I pushed him sideways and we rolled over so that I was on top. Evan's cock stayed in me throughout the maneuver, which was a trick I always enjoyed. I carefully rotated my hips, testing Evan's resilience. He seemed to be okay to continue without losing it. I began riding his hard rod nice and easy. I then leaned forward as I fucked him so I could accomplish two goals.
First, I rubbed my dangling tits over Evan's mouth. He quickly took the hint and began sucking my nipples just the way he knows I like it. Secondly, I moved my knees apart a bit more so that my dear youngest son would have a perfect view of my pussy getting fucked and a nice peek at my asshole. I wasn't lying when I'd told him that I had always been shy about that part of my body, but I was finding that it gave me a kind of visceral gratification that I'd never known before to expose myself to him in that way. I reached around and pulled my cheeks open wider to make sure nothing was denied to his curious eye.
I noticed that Evan's lips were moving and he had a faraway look on his face. He was reciting baseball stats, or thinking about whatever he thinks about to keep himself from cumming too soon. I knew he couldn't last much longer. I climbed off his cock, turned around and straddled him once again with the intention of finishing off with some reverse cowgirl. I could have easily got him back inside me hands-free, but on impulse I took a different approach.
"Sweetie," I said to Timmy, who was still at the foot of the bed, "could you help me get Daddy back in?"
He knew right away what I was asking, and he didn't hesitate for a second. He stood, reached over and grabbed a hold of his father's slick erection. He pointed his dad's cock straight up and held it steady while I took my time zeroing my hole in on the target. It was just about the most sensuous thing I'd ever witnessed to see my son holding my husband's penis in his hand like that. I circled my opening around Evan's cockhead a few times, then eased myself down. Only when my pussy slid down far enough to touch Timmy's hand did he let go.
Timmy stared at his mother's pussy being stuffed full, and sniffed the hand that had just been gripping his father's stiff cock. He licked the traces of cunt juice from his palm without any reservation. I don't know how he became so self-assured, but damn it was sexy as hell.
"You feeling okay about this, Timmy?" I asked, partly from genuine concern, partly so I had an excuse to talk dirty with my son.
"Yeah, sure, Mom. This is totally sweet."
"It's not gross for you to see your parents having sex?"
"Not at all," he insisted. "Probably because you're so hot looking and everything."
"You like seeing how your father's cock goes in and out of my pussy like this."
Timmy looked down and watched me slowly fucking my husband's dick for a few seconds.
"Yeah...I like that a lot."
"Is it weird to be looking at your father's penis?"
"A little, I guess."
"Your Dad has a nice cock, doesn't he?"
He nodded. I then purposely lifted myself too far and Evan's hard-on fell out of me. Without me asking, Timmy reached over and got a hold of his father's cock once again and held it up for me. I took my time remounting him.
"Can you feel how big and thick it is?" I asked casually. "Yours is going to be that size one day soon. Maybe bigger."
"I can't wait," he said almost dreamily, still holding on.
"Me neither." I lowered myself down, taking Evan all the way inside me.
As Timmy took his hand away he rubbed his thumb over my clit. I knew this wasn't yet the time for it, but I could imagine how amazing it was going to be to have him suck my clitty while I was being fucked by his father or his brother at the same time. There were so many new possibilities available to me now that threesomes were on my sexual menu of options.
"Did you cum yet?" I asked.
"Once so far," he admitted. "It mostly ended up on the rug, but I'll clean it up."
That gave me an odd little thrill. I don't know why, but the thought of the rug in my bedroom slowly becoming infused with boy spunk over the next several months turned me on like crazy. I could envision Timmy and Nick spilling load after load onto my floor and leaving it there to dry - like it was one giant cum rag. I could walk around on it with my bare feet and feel the crusty accumulation of hundreds of sperm-filled orgasms. I was almost able to smell the sweet tang of the odor it would give off. I could lie naked on this giant cum rag and get myself off, adding my own sex fluids to the mosaic of layered cum stains. I was becoming one sick puppy.
"Don't worry about cleaning your mess, just leave it." I leaned back and Evan's hands reached around to fondle both of my tits. "Are you going to make yourself cum again?"
"Definitely." He grabbed his small prick and tugged at it.
"Good." I watched Timmy stroke himself while he watched me slowly fuck my way up and down. "I want to see you cum this this time. You're not shy about jerking off and making your dick cum in front of your father, are you?"
He shrugged. "I don't know...I guess not really."
At that moment an image of Timmy jacking his load into my husband's open mouth flashed into my mind. The vaguest thought of my husband doing anything sexual with another man had always made me cringe in the past, but picturing him eating his own son's cum caused my nipples to tingle in anticipation. Definitely something to keep in mind for another time.
"I think he'd like to see you shoot a nice load of sperm." I twisted so I could see Evan behind me. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, hon? Tell him."
Evan gave me a "you are something else" shake of his head, then a wink. "Sure thing, buddy," he confirmed leaning sideways so he could see his masturbating son. "You've got a nice dick there for yourself. Your mom has been telling me all about it. We invited you in here with us to have some fun, so no need to hold back around me. I know I'm not."
"Okay, Dad, I won't." Timmy promised, sounding a bit nervous.
"Can you see everything down there, buddy? Your mother has a gorgeous pussy, doesn't she?"
"The most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," Timmy answered, staring down between my legs. "Your dick fits in there just perfect. It's funny to think about how this is the way you guys made me."
It was surprising to me how my boy could be so adorably cute and ravishingly sexy at the same time. I pulled up too far again and Evan dropped out of me. Timmy went into action without pause.
"Timmy," I said with a pouty lilt, "would you mind rubbing your father's cock on my clitty for me."
I moved myself a little lower, and Timmy was able to press his dad's cockhead against my hard little nub. He moved it back and forth in a tick-tock motion. It felt good, but not as good as seeing my son handling his father's penis the way he was.
"That's the spot, mmm, yes." I didn't have to put on an act, it really did feel lovely. "If any of this makes you uncomfortable, it's okay to tell us you know."
"I know," he said without taking his eyes off his work. "It's all good."
"You don't mind me asking you to touch Dad's cock?"
He chuckled. "It seemed weird at first, but I guess I don't mind it much. I mean, it's not like I never touched a dick before." He gave his own a few exaggerated yanks to illustrate his point.
"I never thought about it that way. Can you tickle it around my hole? Ooo, perfect." I resisted the urge to plunge myself down on Evan's cock and instead prolonged the teasing pleasure of the moment. "I suppose I was just concerned that a boy your age would be worried about something like that being considered too 'gay.'"
Timmy thought about without interrupting what he was doing. "Maybe. But touching another guy's dick doesn't automatically mean that I want to be in love with dudes or anything like that. It just feels good, that's all."
This enlightened attitude of his had me on the edge of cumming. I dipped myself down enough to let Evan's cockhead go inside of me.
"Your dad's cock feels good to you?"
He gave a slight nod and a quiet "uh huh."
"And how about his balls?" I lowered myself more, engulfing my husband's shaft.
Timmy moved his hands down lower and tentatively fondled his father's balls.
"They feel good, too, don't they?"
My son just smiled and kept on playing with his dad's sack.
"How are you doing back there?" I asked over my shoulder.
"Damn, he has soft hands," Evan blurted out. "I can't hold off any longer, hon, I'm sorry."
Evan grabbed my hips and rammed his cock up into me. Timmy kept working his father's balls. My husband gave me a couple more violent thrusts and began cumming inside me. "Fuck, yeah!" he yelled and pumped his cum deep into my pussy.
"Whoa..." Timmy breathed, apparently awed by the experience of holding his dad's balls as they emptied themselves into me.
"I can't hold off any longer either," I said to Timmy, "how about you?"
"I'm almost there."
"Move around to the side here," I panted as I fucked Evan's cock. "Let Daddy see you cum on my face. You want that? You want to cum on Mommy's face?"
Instead of answering, Timmy quickly came around to the side of the bed. I leaned back onto Evan's chest, but instead of angling myself toward the side where Timmy was I put myself away from him. In order to get into position he had to get up onto the bed and kneel so he was jacking off right over his dad's face. This was so fucking hot to me that I orgasmed almost the instant I saw this happening.
"Oh, Timmy, yes!" I cried. "Just like that, cum on Mommy's face! Let Daddy see you shoot it all over me!"
With perfect timing, Timmy began squirting just as I was hitting the peak of my climax. I felt the first spurt hit my cheek. I opened my mouth and the next shot landed across my upper lip. He leaned in closer and just managed to get another jet of semen to land on my forehead. His last few drops of cum dribbled out of his cock and fell between us, landing on his father's face.
"Sorry, Dad," he offered guiltily.
"It's alright," Evan assured his son, "friendly fire is a risk I'm willing to accept."
Their voices sounded distant to me as I shuddered my way through the tail end of my orgasm. I licked the thick goo from my top lip and marveled at how the flavor of cum was quickly becoming a daily requirement for me. I slid off of my husband and kissed away the few drops of Timmy's ejaculate that had fallen on the side of his face.
"That was good," I sighed, reaching out to take Timmy's hand and give it a squeeze. "Did you like that, sweetie? I hope we didn't traumatize you by making you watch your horny old parents fucking."
"No, it was fun. I loved it!" He tried to put as much sincere emphasis in his response as he could muster. "Probably it's because you guys aren't old-looking and ugly like a lot of other parents are. Anybody with a mom as sexy as you would want to watch."
"What about your sexy dad?" Evan protested with mock indignation.
"Oh, um, I don't know...I guess..." Timmy blathered uncomfortably.
"Don't listen to him, sweetheart," I interjected. "He's just messing with you."
"No, I know," Timmy said, "but I can admit it. Dad's a good looking guy, and is still in pretty good shape, and...has a nice dick."
"Pretty good shape?" Evan challenged, slapping his abs for emphasis.
"Shut up and take the compliment, old man," I chastised him, and added a punch to his gut for good measure.
"Umph. Alright, alright! Thanks, buddy."
There came an awkward silence. Evan's cock had softened some. Timmy's was still as hard as ever. Timmy looked like he was thinking that it was time for him to leave.
"Did what Nick said this afternoon bother you?" I asked before he could move away.
"What did he say?"
"When he teased you about being a virgin."
"Oh." He thought about it and shrugged. "Whatever. It's no big deal, I guess."
"Do you not want to be a virgin anymore?"
Timmy looked at me, unsure if I was saying what he thought I was saying. "It'll probably be a while before there will be a girl who would want to have sex with me."
"I'm not trying to rush you," I said, "but whenever you're ready, I'm willing to be that girl...if it's what you want."
He swallowed nervously. Timmy looked at his dad.
"I was a virgin until I was seventeen," Evan told him. "My first time was with my mom, and I never regretted it a day in my life."
Timmy grinned and looked over our naked bodies lying before him as he mulled things over.
"What if I said I was ready now?"
"Then I guess I'd have to let you fuck me," I said with a smile, opening my legs.
He made up his mind. "Yeah, let's do it."
A jab of undistilled excitement hit me deep in the tummy and set all my nerves atingle. It was the answer I wanted. God help me, but I wanted that ferocious little spike of a prick of his inside me. My chest and cheeks felt suddenly warm.
"Do you want this to be just between you and me?"
"Dad can stay if he wants." Timmy hopped off the bed and came around to my side.
"Should I go and clean myself up first?"
Timmy looked at my already fucked pussy. "I don't mind it like the way it is."
"Nothing wrong with sloppy seconds," Evan joked. "Right, buddy?"
"I'll let you know in a minute," Timmy shot back and climbed onto the bed next to me.
"How do you want to do it?"
"Just the regular way to start, I guess."
Evan shuffled over to give us a little room. I noticed that his cock was back up to full attention. I settled myself onto my back, and Timmy got on top of me.
"You should always start with a little foreplay to get the girl in the mood," I instructed him.
"Mom, if you're not in the mood by now then there's something wrong with you!"
"Don't be a smartass," I scolded and gave him a smack on the butt. "Just give Mommy some foreplay and suck my nipples like a good boy."
He dove right in and did as he was told, latching onto my left tit and sucking it nice and hard. I turned and looked at my husband. His expression told me he couldn't believe this was all happening, but was immeasurably grateful it was. I gave him a wink, and he blew me a kiss. It was difficult for me to fully wrap my head around what was about to happen.
I know Evan had already seen me with the boys in the dining room, but this felt different. I was about to take my youngest son's virginity there in my marital bed with my husband as a witness. He was going to be jerking off to the sight of his wife fucking his son for the first time. He was going to see me cum on Timmy's cock. I couldn't wait another second.
I ran my hands up and down my son's young, hard body. "You know what to do, right?"
"I think I'm supposed to put my penis in your vagina," Timmy answered with jittery sarcasm.
"Close. What you're supposed to do is put your cock in my cunt." I grabbed his ass and pulled him toward me. "But give me a kiss first."
My son leaned down and our lips met. I gently pried his mouth open with my tongue. His tongue played against mine, and he Frenched me right back like he was a natural at it. I felt the goosebumps rise on the back of my neck and spread down my back. I became lost in the moment and almost forgot my husband was right there watching.
Timmy's prick was poking against my thigh. I shifted so he was positioned right where he needed to be. He pushed forward and hit a little low, almost against my asshole. I adjusted my hips and the next time he surged forward he penetrated me. Timmy didn't stop until he had gone as far as he could go. My baby's cock was inside me. He wasn't a virgin anymore.
"Oh, Timmy, there you are, all the way inside Mommy's pussy. Do you feel that? Can you feel Mommy's cunt holding your cock tight?"
"Yes," he gasped. "It's better than anything I've ever felt before. Thank you, Mom. I love you so much. Thank you."
I kissed his lips again and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me as tightly as I could. It was nothing like having his father or his brother inside of me. I gripped his thin rod of rigid manhood with my inner muscles. This was the most depraved and deviant thing I had ever done in my sexual life. Not only was I fucking my own son, but I was fucking a thirteen-year-old boy. I was a grown, mature woman with a cock just barely beyond the threshold of puberty inside my pussy. I'd never felt so disgracefully ashamed and vibrantly alive at the same time.
"I love you, too, baby," I breathed in his ear. "Your cock feels so good inside Mommy's cunt. I need you to fuck me now. Tell me you want to fuck me."
He stayed as deep in me as he could. "I want to fuck you, Mom. I've been wanting to fuck you so bad. I love your pussy more than anything."
"I love your cock, sweetheart. Fuck Mommy with your beautiful cock."
Timmy pulled away slightly and pushed himself back home. He didn't have to move much to get a full stroke. The way he moved inside me was nothing like his brother's bigger cock. Timmy withdrew all the way, leaving my hole empty, then plunged himself back into me. His pelvis butted against mine with a fleshy smack.
"Not too fast," I warned him. "We have all the time in the world." I grasped him to me with my legs and held him fast. I rotated my hips and felt his prick swirling around inside me. "Can you feel Daddy's cum in there?"
"Can you feel how wet I am for you?"
I could hear the telltale sounds of Evan jerking off vigorously on the bed beside us.
"Do you want to cum inside Mommy's cunt?"
"Yes. Oh, fuck, yes!"
"Alright then, go ahead and give it to me."
I took my legs from around him and spread them as wide as I could. As soon as I did, Timmy began humping me with a single purpose. Within a few strokes I was matching him, lifting my hips up in time to meet each of his short thrusts.
"There you go, fuck Mommy's pussy. Fuck my pussy hole just like Daddy did. Fuck it hard!"
I knew he wouldn't last long, and wasn't the least bit disappointed when he began making noises that let me know he was about to go off after only about twenty seconds of fucking.
"Are you going to cum, sweetie?"
"Cum in my pussy, baby. Cum in Mommy's pussy!"
"I am! I'm cumming, Mom! I'm fucking cu....aaaaaaah...mmmmm!"
"That's it, let it all go! Fill Mommy's cunt, baby!"
"Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Oh...ohhhh." Timmy's expletives wound down like a spent top and he let his weight rest on top of me.
At about the same time, I heard the crescendo of my husband's impassioned moans. I looked over just in time to see him brandish his purple-headed erection toward the two of us and let loose with an energetic stream of semen. It shot up onto Timmy's back, onto my arm, then the remainder scattered all over our bed sheets. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen the old guy fire off a load with that much power behind it. Timmy didn't even seem to mind that his father had just jizzed all over him.
Everyone lay still for several minutes. It felt so good to have my naked boy lying heavily on top of me. His cock was still inside me. I gave it a squeeze with my pussy. The feeling was just like when I was younger and used to stick a Sharpee marker in my virgin hole while I was learning to masturbate. I had no idea back then that a man's cock would be so much bigger around than my skinny improvised fuck toy. I never would have believed that something so big could fit into a hole that was apparently so small. My son's skinny prick brought back warm memories of those naive times of wonder, exploration, and discovery.
"Your father just jerked off all over us," I murmured in Timmy's ear.
"I know," he murmured back. "I don't mind." He nuzzled his face in the hollow of my neck, pushing himself tightly into my crotch. "It felt kinda good, actually."
"You're like me. I love it when your dad cums on my naked skin." I carefully ran my hand up Timmy's back until I found the large wet spot.
I circled my finger around in the pool of spent semen. My son remained motionless, allowing me to play however I wanted. I collected as large a glob as I could on the tip of my finger and brought it to my mouth. With my husband's cum on my tongue, I lifted my boy's face to mine and kissed him. His tongue entered my mouth, withdrew, then returned. He licked my tongue clean, and went on kissing me. In time he had relaxed enough so that his insistent erection finally subsided and his limp cock slipped out of me. Timmy rolled off me onto the side of the bed opposite his father. I lay between them in blissful contentment feeling the cool air against my sweaty skin. Evan's hand came to rest on my belly.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
"More okay than I ever thought possible."
He leaned over and kissed my nipple. I had assumed that after cumming a second time he'd have conked out almost immediately. Apparently he was still in the mood for something. His hand crept down my stomach to my small patch of pubic hair and paused there. Moments later he was kissing his way down my side. He reached the spot where my hip bone protruded, kissed that hard peak, then began working his way across the top of my thigh. Was he going to do what it seemed like he was going to do?
When his lips reached my hairy mound, he brought his body over my leg. He pushed my thighs apart and contemplated my gaping pussy. I could feel a fresh trickle of cum leak out of me. My husband suckled my clit for a few seconds, then licked me there. He continued licking and moved his head lower. He was really going to do it.
My chest tightened in a strange combination of panic and anticipation. My husband's tongue circled my opening, then delved straight in - into my vagina dripping with a hot mix of his son's cum and his own. The civilized part of me silently cried out in disgust, but every other part of me was suddenly alive with bestial rapture. I never could have imagined my husband tasting his own cum, much less his son's. Evan sealed his lips around my hole and sucked out the combined sex juices of all three of us and swallowed them down without reservation. It might have been one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen him do.
I nudged my lethargic son. "Timmy, look what your father's doing."
"Dad's eating my pussy. Look."
Timmy raised himself on one elbow and saw what was going on.
"Your father is sucking the cum out of my cunt," I explained excitedly. "He's eating your cum right out of my cunt hole."
"Whoa," Timmy breathed in lurid amazement, "that's intense. I always thought I was the most freakiest person in this house, but you guys have me beat by a mile."
"My tits, sweetie. Suck my tits! Mommy's going to cum again!"
Evan was going wild between my legs. His lips, his cheeks, his tongue, his nose, his chin. I could feel them all pressed hard against my pussy at different places at different times, but moving so fast that it seemed like my cunt and his face were somehow fused together. I still couldn't fully grasp the idea that my husband was eating the cum out of my pussy. It seemed like something he'd done before, but in all the time we'd been together I never saw the slightest hint that he was capable of such a depraved act, much less wanted it. I had been afraid that if he found out I was getting intimate with the boys it would ruin our sex life, and possibly our marriage, but it was becoming obvious that it was just the opposite. Not only was I discovering new things about myself, but I was learning more than I ever expected about the man who had been my lover for over twenty years.
My son sucked my tits while my husband sucked my pussy. The physical sensations were as splendid as I could hope for, but what was pushing me inexorably toward orgasm was my new conception of my husband as a flagrant cum-eater. Not only had he revealed this part of who he was to me, but he was so overcome by his craving that he couldn't stop himself from sucking my jizz-coated cunt in front of his son. I had to wonder what else he might be capable of.
"Oh, fuck, right there, don't stop!" I yelled out as all rational thoughts fled my mind. All that mattered were my nipples, my clit, and the magnificent force building up inside me. "Suck me! Suck me! Suck me!"
With one hand pushing Timmy's face against my breast, and the other shoving my husband's head mercilessly against my sloppy cunt it all came crashing together. I was already regretting that it had to end even before it started. My orgasm seemed to burst into being at every one of my erogenous zones at the same time. It flared in my nipples, in my clit, at the base of my spine, across the back of my neck, my asshole, and deep inside my vagina simultaneously. Within a second all these distinct points of pleasure expanded and merged into one pulse of pleasure that was greater than the sum of the individual delights. Later I would come to realize that my orgasms up until then had been little more than shadows on the wall.
I'd always been happy with the orgasms my husband gave me, but I learned they could be something so much more once I began playing with the boys. Keeping these affairs with them a secret was most definitely part of what amped up the thrill. But now, this new kind of freedom I was just beginning to discover was opening up whole new sexual vistas I never could have conceived of as a normal, conservative housewife and mother. I was slowly learning to trust this freedom and let the people closest to me see who I really was for the first time. They were opening up and revealing themselves to me. We'd each been clinging so tightly to our own private sex secrets, afraid of being judged or condemned for the things that bring us the greatest pleasure, and now we no longer had to hide from one another. We were all at the threshold of a new way of being, and I had no idea where it might take us.
I was dizzy and gasping for air by the time my body finally stopped convulsing. Despite having barely enough oxygen to keep myself from blacking out, I had to laugh. It seemed impossible to feel that good. Timmy and his father exchanged triumphant smirks. They had worked together as a team to bring me off to the best orgasm of my life, and they knew it. But I knew something that they didn't. As incredible as it was, there were greater heights that I could achieve. Attaining those heights was going to become the singular focus for me in the coming week.
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