A Vacation Spent with Mom
Maggie, intoxicated with both alcohol and freedom, relished in the quiet solitude of her new home. The road to this point had been long and perilous, but now, the ink on her divorce papers assured her that it was truly over. Peter left her for one of his dental hygienists, causing her to lose much more than just her marital union. However, in the midst of this bitterness, Maggie also gained an independence that she had strived for a long time.
Surrounded by piles and piles of boxes yet to be unpacked, Maggie knew things would start feeling more like home once her two sons - Michael and Bradley - joined her. A junior and a freshman respectively but both studying out-of-state, they were thrilled about the warm, sunny Florida weather. She couldn't stop herself from feeling a mix of relief coupled with deep-seated loneliness. She wished for their presence as a constant reminder of the things they shared together, and perhaps also as a distraction from this dreary reality brought on by her failed marriage.
Peter had been so preoccupied and least respectful of their bond, refusing to even acknowledge Maggie or her existence. He cared not for the joint effort she made in raising two sons or supporting him through dental school, leaving her stranded in a marriage devoid of any kind of emotional connection. Maggie's misery grew exponentially when she thought about how he found solace in a calendargirl instead, mistaking her for his salvation.
In the midst of unpacking, she was overcome with a sense of freedom. She also leaped into the possibilities her newfound singlehood brought along, she tossed away the last remnant of her married life - her sorrow and frustration. Maggie's intoxicated ecstasy didn't come to an end quite yet. Setting aside the box of memory lane, she found herself standing, devoid of any inhibitions or self-consciousness. The wine's intoxicating effects overwhelmed her and she looked at herself in the mirror. She'd been so wrapped in her misery that she hadn't truly taken the time to see herself for a while now. Looking back at her, Maggie appraised her body, not in a painful way, but in how it appeared to her when she felt powerful.
In a fit of wine-soaked self-indulgence, she undressed herself until she was left with just her underwear on. She couldn't help but look at her body through a newfound, liberated perspective. She assessed the tiny dimples on her shoulders, the triangular melody of her stomach, the little things a significant other always used to appreciate. Her eyes traced down to her busy bush and she felt it trembled underneath her touch. Thinking about the single life ahead of her brought an overwhelming sense of anonymity. Here she was, beautifully unscarred by a man who held their union together with mere minutes to spare, physically able to make a new life all by herself. With a quiet smile on her lips, Maggie let her legs spread wide and slid a finger down on herself. Her free hand travelled her body too, in much the same way she remembered it.
But, there was another knock at the door. It was Michael, entering the suitcase-littered living room. She made a dash to the bedroom, fumbling through her clothes as she hurridly tried to dress herself, at least to protect her modesty. Thinking fast, she threw on an oversized pair of overall-shorts. A tight grip on her wine cup began to steady her nerves a little, she believed. The secret settled between her legs would never reach the living room.
"Wow!" the woman exclaimed as she walked into the living room. Her sons, Bradley and Michael, were standing next to their bags, admiring her new house.
"Mom!" they said excitedly, hurrying over to hug her. She hugged them both tightly, and it reminded her of the days when they would come into her room right after their parents had sex. She shook her head, trying to shake off the memories, and walked into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of wine.
"Let me give you a tour," she said, leading them through the house. She had only had it for two weeks, and she was excited to put it to good use while spending quality time with them.
"Woah, there's a hot tub!" Bradley said, looking out into the backyard. There was a hot tub built into the pool, something they'd never seen before.
"I wasn't going to hold back," she replied.
"You deserve it," he said, giving her a high-five. Michael remained quiet, taking in the sights as they went from room to room. She noticed he was also checking out her braless chest. Maybe it was just her imagination, but Michael had always seemed to enjoy her physically, which made her blush. She didn't mind the attention. After all, he was her son, but a young man checking out her chest wasn't something to take lightly.
The woman's heart started to race. She was drunk from the wine, not well-drunk, but definitely more than a minor buzz. The thought of Michael looking at her like this made her feel very horny. She had thought about it before. Maybe it was the excitement of being away from their neglectful father, she pondered, taking a sip of her wine.
"This is a nice place," Michael finally said, glancing around the house at her and everything else.
"It will be even nicer when we're all settled," she replied. "I can't thank you boys enough for spending Christmas with me."
"We wouldn't miss it for anything," Bradley said.
After the tour, they sat around the coffee table in the living room, along with their suitcases. A pizza was delivered and they ate while she continued to drink wine. She felt horny, a mixture of the drink, the excitement of being with her sons, and the thought of Michael checking her out.
"I'm going to change," she said, heading to her room. She left the door open and unbuttoned her overalls as she walked. She let them fall to the floor, revealing her bikini bottoms. She grabbed a bikini top from her bag and slipped it on, making sure it was sitting just right. She heard her sons in the hall and turned around, still topless.
"Mom?" Michael hesitantly asked from the doorway.
"Come in," she said again, her back still to him. She could feel his eyes on her, and she didn't mind. She had always loved the feeling of having her sons notice her body.
"I didn't know you weren't wearing a top," Michael said.
"It's fine," she replied nonchalantly. "What do you need?"
"I came to ask if you had some towels." It was a flimsy excuse to see her topless, she knew, but she didn't stop him.
"They're in the front bathroom, the big gray box," she said, patting him on the arm as she walked past. She turned the heater on for the pool and hot tub. It was a warm night, but the warm water felt so good when she stepped in the pool. The boys followed with the towels and a glass of wine for her. They chatted and swam, and she continued to drink. The buzz she had from the wine felt good, straddling the line between control and letting loose.
The guys looked serious. Michael was the first to speak, "Mom, your husband is a total jerk. Even before you found out about his cheating, I never liked hanging out with him."
"Me too," Bradley chimed in. "I'd be fine if I never saw him again."
"Don't say that," she responded, but she also smiled. She leaned back in the Jacuzzi, letting the water soothe her. Her thoughts wandered, and she remembered how nice it felt to arrive a little early. Part of her wanted to call it a night and climb into bed, but part of her enjoyed spending time with her children. As she leaned back, her breasts popped out of the water, and she saw Michael glancing at them. It may have been her imagination, but Bradley seemed to be checking them out too. She thought about the times they'd nearly walked in on her over the years and wondered how many times it was intentional.
The boys got out of the hot tub to get more pizza. Maggie shifted in her seat and was pleased to find a jet of water hitting her right where it hurt. She sighed as the warm water flowed over her. This, she thought, is going to be worth the cost of this house. She untied her bikini bottom and pushed it under her thigh, allowing the water to strike her pussy directly. She didn't care that her sons were returning to the hot tub. They couldn't see what she was up to, and she needed to come again. She'd done this before in the back of the car on family road trips, and her parents and sister had no idea she was having a secret climax.
The boys came back across from her. They talked about their finals, how the semester went, and other things as she felt her orgasm grow. Her nipples were rock hard, pressing against the white fabric of her bikini. The boys stole glances at her tits while they thought they were being discreet. Their hidden looks intensified the experience. She moved her hips slightly, attempting to avoid arousing suspicion, and felt herself lose control. She was coming in front of her sons. They had no idea.
She sighed softly again, trying to avoid drawing attention. She had to move away from the jet as she became too stimulated. Her legs shook as her pussy contracted strongly. As her orgasm faded, she discovered she was bottomless. Her bikini had come off when she shifted and she didn't know which way to face as she quickly tried to put it back on. The stealthy orgasm had been the most intense she'd ever experienced. If only her little boys knew she'd just got off, what would they think!
Chapter 2
Maggie woke up with a slight headache. She moaned, rubbing her throbbing head. She swallowed some Tylenol and drank lots of water while she cleaned herself up in the bathroom. She examined herself in the mirror while putting on makeup and clothes. She considered herself attractive, and feeling good was what mattered most. She still felt horny from the previous night's sexy moment with her boys. The covert nature of it had heightened the experience. She had enjoyed their eyes on her breasts. She admired herself naked in her room, considering her outfit. She picked a pair of short khaki shorts and put them on, excited about the thought of not wearing any underwear. She pulled her hair into a messy bun, enjoying the feel of her tits swaying. She paused, cupping them gently. She sighed, reminding herself to control herself. She chose a bra and a tight top, admiring herself one last before heading downstairs.
Bradley and Michael were already up and moving about the house. Bradley was putting away dishes in the kitchen while Michael was unpacking books. Both sons gave her a once-over and she grinned. They'd checked out her body. She felt like she was a young woman again.
Later, as she bent over to pick up a piece of lint, she noticed them staring again. Her top had ridden up, exposing a bit of her cleavage.
"When your friends used to hang out, some of them would try to look down my top," she said casually, not making it obvious. "Some were more blatant about it." Her friends had checked her out all the time, and though these were her own children, she appreciated the attention. They were just typical teenage guys, she told herself, glancing at boobs and ass. It didn't matter that she was their mother.
"Our friends didn't just secretly peek," Michael said.
"For sure, they peered pretty far down," Bradley added. "Some wanted me to get a picture of you changing or something."
"Did you?" she asked, surprised but not annoyed.
"Never," he said emphatically. "If I had a picture like that, I'd never show it to my friends."
"So, I'm guessing you'd never let anyone see a nude picture of your mom, but you didn't mention anything about actually taking one," she playfully teased. Brad and Mike blushed, just like their mother. Maggie felt herself getting excited.
Around midday, she began pouring herself some wine.
By the time they broke for dinner, Maggie was feeling buzzed and more than a little horny. Her thoughts were wandering, and she even crack a few sexual jokes, catching her sons off guard. She thought to herself, "Why not have a bit more fun?" She went to her bedroom and took off her clothes, keeping the door open. The idea of her sons passing by and seeing her naked excited her. She drained her glass of wine and examined herself in the mirror. She put on her bikini and headed back down the hallway. As she did, she encountered Michael.
"Hey, Michael," she said, relishing in his gaze.
"Hey, mom," he replied, searching for a reason to be there.
"If you're hanging around, would you mind tying my top for me?" she asked, turning around. She felt his hands on her back, untying her halter neck.
"Make it tight," she instructed, watching his hands fumble with the fabric. She turned, adjusting her top so he could get a better peek. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her breasts. "You're just like your friends," she teased, continuing down the hallway.
They completed dinner, and Maggie continued her teasing, garnering some stares from her sons. She knew it was wrong, but she enjoyed their attention. They were just reacting to a half-naked woman, she reasoned. After all, they were her sons. She had another glass of wine and started to feel a little lightheaded.
"Come on, let's go for a swim," she suggested. She headed for the pool, quickly joined by her sons. They swam in the pool, appreciating its warmth. Maggie often swam close, wrapping her arms around their shoulders and pushing her chest against their backs. She could feel their erections through their swimsuits and knew they were hiding it from her on purpose. This turned her on further, surprising herself. Maggie found herself swimming close, treading water beside them.
"I didn't want to make you boys spend your entire break with me. I'd hate to keep you from having fun," she said.
"You don't need to worry about that," Brad replied.
"I just want you two to know how much I appreciate the help. I'm having a great time," she said, before heading for the hot tub. She slid into the tub, the water hitting her clit, causing her arousal to intensify. She leaned back, allowing the water jets to hit her, but not too forcefully.
"I had a hot tub growing up. My sister and cousins would come over after high school for hot tub sessions," she said casually, a dreamy tone in her voice as she enjoyed the pleasure. She reached back, untying her top, tossing it into the pool. Mike and Bradley stared at their mother's naked chest in shock. She trembled slightly as she felt her whole body respond.
"There's a secret I can share," she said, giggling from the wine and her climax. "My cousins, Nicky and Matt, used to participate in a little game. One day, my sister and I encouraged Nicky to take off her top, and then we all did it. Poor Matt couldn't hide his arousal. It was quite the game, trying to do it without being caught. I miss those days," she concluded, untying her top and letting it fall away.
"Feel free to take a look," she said casually, sipping her wine. "I'm not bothered by your frequent glances today." Despite their protests, she calmly continued. "I'm feeling good, so let's enjoy." Closing her eyes, she welcomed the sensation of the water hitting her clit. She sensed their eyes on her and felt herself nearing an orgasm. Her body shook as she came, and in her mind, she imagined her face surrounded by two hard dicks. Opening her eyes, she saw her sons still sitting there, fixated on her breasts. "If you guys want to remove your swimsuits, I won't mind," she mentioned, tugging off her bottom and throwing it into the pool. The boys were spellbound.
Feeling spontaneous, she mused, "Something in my head has unlocked." This was an unusual action, yet she didn't care.
Stammering, Michael asked, "Did you see Matt's nudity?"
"It started with just his chest. The bubbles obscured his pubic area, so he was technically not completely naked. But eventually, he took off his shorts. I couldn't help but notice his erection a couple times. We almost got caught that day when we took off our tops and sat on the hot tub with nothing on." She faced her sons and added, "If you both want to remove your swimwear, I won't be offended. Just toss them into the pool."
"Are you serious?" Bradley questioned, his nerves evident. She savored his discomfort.
"Absolutely," she responded calmly before sighing. "I'm okay with your gaze. You're my sons, and I'm comfortable with this."
"Really?" Michael hesitated. Jesus Christ, he was glad she was fine with it.
"By all means, check 'em out. I love it when you admire them," came her response.
"What about your cousins?" he probed.
"I didn't mean that he could see everything, but when we all got out of the hot tub, he must've noticed. I'm sure he was shocked to see his sister's sister without a top," she paused, "But his first time seeing a penis was when we all got out of the hot tub. I was impressed and delighted by it."
Saying the word "penis" activated her. She hovered closer to the jet, seeking more stimulation. "I've seen many penises, but neither size nor shape could ever compare to Matt's. It seemed extra significant being my cousin and all. Religiously, he's your uncle, too."
Prolonging their conversation despite their nudity, they chatted casually as if nothing were amiss. Setback in her corner, she moved from the jet to avoid overstimulation. "I'm a little tired, let's proceed." She stretched before yawning, signaling fatigue.
Bradley added, "I'm heading to the pool, Mom. But I left my suit on the other side."
"Well, go on. I won't be bothered," she responded lightheartedly.
Confused, Bradley asked, "But I'll be naked."
"I'm aware. I'll see your erection when you leave the water. Besides, I saw Matt's penis when he got out of the hot tub. It was significantly large." Blushing, Bradley stood. She gasped, "Oh my god. It's big!"
See, it wasn't that bad, she smiled. He laughed and jumped into the pool, retrieving his swimming trunks but leaving them behind as he exited sans swimsuit. He wrapped a towel around himself and waved, strolling towards the house. She turned to face her eldest son, who gazed back at her in a mixture of surprise and a look she'd never seen before.
"Tonight has been quite the adventure," she remarked.
"Definitely," he agreed. "Mom showed me her boobs."
"And I witnessed one of my son's... private parts. What an eventful night!"
"Do you want to see how I measure up?" he asked, a surprising eagerness lacing his voice.
"I'd very much like to," she replied, and he stood up. Her heartbeat quickened slightly. It was this naughty, impish side of her she hadn't felt since her youth with her sister and cousins. "Impressive," she remarked, noting her son's impressive endowment. And it seemed this trait was from her side of the family. She beckoned him to sit beside her, and he did. Communication ceased as she wrapped her hand around his private part. It felt humongous in her grasp.
He gasped and stiffened. "Mom..." he whispered.
"I'm drunk," she mentioned, essentially justifying her actions to herself. She stroked him slowly, watching his body twitch to her touches. He closed his eyes, his body bucking against her strokes. She focused on the tip, eliciting a loud gasp from him. He suddenly stood up, his length mere inches from her breasts, and she realized it was becoming too much, too much pleasure. He began to explode, his semen shooting out, covering her chest in a torrent of cum. She kept stroking him and watched as he spurted relentlessly, turning his colossal load of cum into a slippery mess on her. She stroked until he teetered on the edge of consciousness, and he collapsed onto the water next to her. He snuggled against her, prodding his diminished member against her thigh.
What in the world have I done? She considered. She'd had far too much wine and was also on a high from her orgasms, so her sleep-deprived, drunken state hindered her from processing her actions and the lines she'd crossed.
"I better get to bed," she said, pulling herself up. He stirred from her touch, and she recognized his now-limp organ next to her. She dressed herself and headed inside. Upon checking on Bradley, he was sleeping peacefully in his bed, his member finally at rest. When she reached her room, she paused at her door, leaving it ajar as she slipped under the covers, still nude. She fell asleep instantly, too fatigued from the events of the night to consider the implications of her actions.
Chapter 3
As Maggie stirred awake, she noticed her covers pulled to her waist. Her naked body sat exposed as she gazed at her open door. Had her sons seen her like this? She groaned, fingers massaging her temples. She'd allowed her oldest son to climax in her hands. The alcohol could take the blame, she reasoned, but she'd wanted to do it for him. She'd let all her inhibitions go. She fiddled with the sheets, adjusting them to cover her body. She had to keep both their desires in check. Had she really gone too far?
She glanced at the table. Her liquor stash had reduced, but one of the mimosas remained, conspicuous on her breakfast nook. Yet she refused it. Her head pounded and her thoughts were a jumbled tangle - she couldn't risk it happening again.
It wasn't the end of the world. In some cultures, mothers were responsible for taking care of their sons' needs, avoiding any potential trouble. This was... normal. However, she was no nurturing mother, instead a lady confronting her desires beneath her inhibitions. She thought back to the thick streams of semen deposited on her chest. The joyous look on her son's face as he erupted. She sighed, her mind oscillating between wrong but wonderful. She couldn't let it happen again.
When she came downstairs, she wore a larger, looser t-shirt and longer shorts than the day before, as if to shield herself from wanton thoughts. The boys greeted her cheerfully with typical familial warmth. Normal, she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed seeing her breasts, as well as them seeing her sons' genitals, was merely natural. She considered her sons' faces. The night wouldn't be repeated, she asserted. Perhaps the casual discussions might lessen the initial shock.
"Good morning, mom," Bradley exclaimed, kissing her cheek. She noticed his breakfast was prepared, but deliberately avoided the mimosa on the table. They talked over breakfast and made morning plans: home improvement at the bathrooms. Her younger son volunteered to visit the hardware store, while Bradley went upstairs to shower.
The store was a short drive, and she admired her son's devotion to helping her. Since their incident at the pool, she'd felt a deeper bond with them, unspoken between them. They chatted excitedly about the bathrooms until her son requested to see her "in person." A spark punched her heart. She'd have to set boundaries... set such boundaries for herself. But what was normal when your sons were of legal age? What exactly was within her right as a mother? She contemplated those questions as the car carried them towards the hardware store, a conundrum she aimed to untangle after their shopping trip.
Maggie focused on unpacking more kitchen supplies while hearing the sound of a shower in the background. She was startled when Bradley emerged from the bathroom, his hair wet from the shower.
"Did you have a good night's sleep?" she inquired.
"Not as restful as how Michael managed," he answered. She gave a surprised look but he continued, "I'm not judging you, I'm just surprised."
"I can't imagine what you could be thinking," Maggie said while avoiding eye contact.
"I've been mulling over several thoughts. Do you remember when you were in college and there was the hot tub gathering with your cousins? Did you guys ever do anything naughty?"
Maggie paused, sitting on the counter before responding. "It depends. We saw each other naked and felt everything. And under the bubbles, we couldn't see anything. So yes, I occasionally gave my cousin Matt a handjob under the bubbles. I think my sister might have as well, I'm not sure if his sister did, I never asked."
"That's quite naughty," Bradley remarked with a grin and then left the room. Maggie observed him, studying his body as he left. Maggie then made up her mind and walked down the hall to his room. She knocked on the door. "Bradley?"
"I'm getting dressed," he replied.
Maggie took a deep breath and entered his shared bedroom. She saw her mother in there, who was surprised at Maggie's appearance and attempted to cover herself.
"It's alright, I've already seen you," she said, waving her hand dismissively. He was still trying to cover himself, but Maggie giggled at the sight. She watched his hands, then removed her shirt before unclasping her bra, baring her breasts for her younger son. His erection was immediately evident, trying to hide itself.
"Here," she stated, "Now we're even."
"Um, that was a spontaneous act, I thought," Bradley stammered out. "I didn't expect..."
"It was indeed spontaneous," Maggie interrupted. "But this is too." She stepped closer and removed his hands, stroking his thick member. He looked at her with hungered eyes as she slowly stroked him. She wanted him, more than she cared to admit to herself. She increased her speed, not wanting to think about changing her mind or going further than she had planned.
"Mother," Bradley exclaimed, and she quickly got on her knees, maintaining her rhythm. Bradley orgasmed, shooting thick ropes of semen onto her chest. She laughed as he spurted warm cum on her breasts and kept stroking until his legs could no longer support him. She released his penis, which was bright red and swollen. She glanced at the mess on her chest and threw her shirt and bra onto the bed.
"Now we're even," Maggie stated, giving him a peck on the cheek. She then walked to the bathroom and started the shower. She removed her shorts and panties, managing to avoid the cum covering her body. She turned the water on and chose a pulsating jet setting. As an unmarried woman, she had bought the device to relieve her needs. She spread her legs and leaned against the wall.
She didn't hesitate to use the water jet on her clitoris, grounding herself against it. The water always did the trick, but in her aroused state, she climaxed instantly. Her body shook and she moaned softly as she ground against the shower head. She clasped her breast tightly with her other hand, feeling the water pressure as she had another orgasm. Realizing she might black out, she stopped and stepped out of the shower.
After changing into a tank top and short running shorts, she left her room to see Michael back and the boys unpacking the garage as if nothing unusual had occurred.
Maggie abstained from drinking alcohol all day. She was sober when she gave her sons hand jobs to make things even, but she had a different craving altogether. Throughout the day, she justified her feelings, acknowledging her arousal and wanting to see them aroused again. She saw them gaze at her breasts and behind, and often rubbed herself to relieve her sexual tension. By dinner time, her vagina was completely soaked.
At dinner, she joined her sons wearing a sundress and sandals. Despite their encounters, they behaved normally, and she was relieved that their actions hadn't negatively affected them. Nonetheless, she worried that engaging in their affairs might end up damaging her sons psychologically. When they got home, Maggie planned on going to bed and resisting her urges. However, they proposed swimming, and she reconsidered.
"We'll go," she agreed and left to dress. Her sons swam naked in the pool, their erections constantly visible.
"Join us," they urged, and she hesitated briefly. She apologized for how things had unfolded.
"But I'm not sure," she said. "Maybe I shouldn't have done that."
"C'mon, Mom. Enjoy yourself," Michael urged. "You should let loose and have some fun."
Conflicted, she hesitated, nervously wondering if the alcohol had clouded her judgment. She eventually removed her dress and undressed, relieved it was dark enough to conceal her wetness. She joined them in the pool, hands on hips, as they swam. Their erections were noticeably harder.
"Chuck in if you want," they said, inviting her to the pool.
"Isn't it too late?" she questioned.
"Why not?" Michael asked.
Reluctantly, she complied and entered the pool. She stood at the edge, watching them swim. They swam towards her, and the constant erections were too tempting to resist.
"Come on in," they invited, prodding her to strip and join them.
"I'm not sure," she said hesitantly. "Considering last night, maybe I shouldn't."
Her sons persisted, encouraging her to enjoy herself. She dropped her dress and her underwear and slipped into the water, hoping the physical pleasure would mitigate her mental guilt. She observed their erections grow even harder as they swam. They spoke about their academic schedules and summer plans. Maggie needed to satisfy herself, so she drifted towards the Jacuzzi.
Stepping into the warm water, she orgasmed rather quickly. To maintain her composure, she kept her facial expressions hidden. However, feeling another orgasm approach, she decided to moan and sigh as she climaxed again. Her sons' surprise drew her attention.
"Were you staring at my boobs, boys?" she inquired, startled by their evidently shocked expressions.
They blushed, realizing the disappointing nature of their obsession. She laughed, barely masking her overall contentment. "Come here," she beckoned, and they complied. She grabbed each son's hard penis and stroked them equally, making sure to give them the same service she had received.
"Mom, could we?" Bradley asked with trepidation. "Can we touch your breasts?"
Maggie questioned her feelings, torn between the intimacy of giving them pleasure and the potential risk of crossing a line. But as she touched them, she considered their stroking her tits earlier to be a gestured reciprocation. They were completely different from her ex-husband.
"Be gentle," she instructed, lying back and closing her eyes. They switched places and began to caress her breasts. She felt less alone, embracing the moment and also soaking up their touch, a novel experience. Michael gently licked and sucked her nipples. Erotic moans slipped out of her mouth, and Bradley's echoed his brother's intonation.
Her sons started cupping her breasts, teasing her senses. Tears began coursing down her cheeks, but they weren't from pain or sorrow. Instead, they were from a deep longing she never knew lived within her. Neil looked at her one last time, sensing the pleasure his sons experienced was worth it. She raced to finish stroking them to orgasm, and they came, leaving her holding their wilting dicks without any desire to release them.
As Maggie awoke from her deep slumber, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Gone was the throbbing pain of a hangover and the needle-like stabs of a headache. Instead, she was met with a feeling of elation and a depth of happiness that had been absent from her life for far too long. Even with the exhaustion from the numerous orgasms of the previous night, she was eager and excited for the day ahead.
Dressed in a blue bikini with overall shorts over it, she admired her reflection in the mirror for a moment, feeling a sense of pride and self-assurance that hadn't graced her presence in years. The memories of her failed marriage slowly began to fade, making way for a future filled with possibilities. Uninvited thoughts of potential friendships and outings with loved ones filled her mind. With a spring in her step, she headed into the living room where the two boys were rearranging the couch for what must have been the tenth time. Their efforts were getting closer to finishing, and in just three days, Christmas would be upon them. The sun was untraceable due to its radiantly warm glow, bathing the house in an inviting ambiance.
Maggie beamed, wiping the last remnants of her fatigue, "Good morning!" scoffing a bit as she picked up a bagel from the counter. "I like this new spot much better."
The boys eyed her with reddened eyes, and a hint of amusement gleamed in their gazes. "We stayed at the gazebo till it got too chilly," replied Michael. "We had to bring you back home."
"So you got baby to bed?" she jested, mouth occupied with her bagel and the warm, amber liquid of her tea.
"Couldn't help but notice how you never actually mentioned any of the boys' names," chimed in Bradley, waggling his eyebrows.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she laughed, unwittingly doing just that.
"We're going out to grab something, a surprise," hinted Bradley, his eyes on Michael.
"Guess that's a surprise if I don't know what you're getting," Maggie remarked.
Leaving the warmth of the living room, Maggie was left to contemplate her newfound freedom and the exciting possibilities of the day. As the two boys wrapped up their unpacking, she couldn't help but reminisce about her old life. She was gradually navigating through the remnants of a failed marriage and the anxiety of the unknown. When the boys returned with the essentials for a Christmas tree - a feathery green tree and various ornaments - it was clear to her that they were here to stay. And it was in this moment that she finally gave in to the inevitable.
The room once again erupted with laughter as Maggie inquired about Christmas gifts, "You guys don't need me to buy you anything, right?" Michael responded. "Honestly, the time we've spent together has been the best part."
A tear formed in Maggie's eye as she hugged Michael tenderly. Feeling two sets of arms embrace her, her heart grew heavier with each passing moment. Michael's palms roamed beneath her overall shirt, appreciating her protruding chest. Bradley was standing before her, now preparing to remove her bikini bottom. Under his watchful eye, Michael eased her top over her head, leaving her naked once more.
As Bradley positioned himself behind her, he reached beneath her overalls and cupped her breasts with his fingers. Maggie leaned back into both, enjoying the feeling of his touch against her cheeks. Her eyes opened and locked onto Bradley's as he slid his palm down her stomach to her heated core. The soft tunes of Michael's hands slapping at her clit matched the gentle rhythm of Bradley's hand exploring her. Her body ached for their touch, aching to be filled by them.
She gently took Michael's hands and slipped them under her shorts, his fingers meeting her bare mound. The temperature in the room rose as their fingers searched for a constant rhythm. Bradley dipped his palm into the folds of her heat, finding her swollen lips to tease. Her body flowed with passion, eyes fixated on Bradley's intent gaze while the music of her clit pulsed in Michael's fingers. Finally, eager to relieve some her throbbing desire, Maggie lowered herself onto her knees and gazed at the boys, awaiting the gratification she craved.
They didn't waste a second, unleashing their rock-hard dicks. They emerged and aimed them at her, both thrumming with excitement. She grabbed one in each hand, and then surprised them both by placing Bradley's into her mouth. He gasped and she giggled as she began to suck his dick. Then she switched to Michael. She took turns sucking and stroking them. She knew her sons were almost ready to come, their cocks bulging and harder as they neared climax. She stroked their shafts and took them as deep into her mouth as she could.
Michael ejaculated first, his cock pulsing her mouth. She kept him in her mouth and kept stroking and sucking, swallowing his jizz. She let his cock slip out of her mouth and some of his jizz dripped onto her tits. Bradley helped her stand and led her to the couch. She followed. By the light of the Christmas tree, he sat on the couch and she crawled over his legs and resumed sucking his dick. From the corner of her eye, she watched Michael approach her and, to her delight, get behind her on the couch.
"Mom," he said, caressing her pussy gently, "you're so wet." He nudged the head of his cock against her and she pushed back. Taking hold of her husband's dick, she then sat on top of Michael and slowly sank down on his member. Her other son's cock was in her mouth, muffling her moan as Michael penetrated her. Her son was back home.
She sucked Bradley as Michael fucked her. She bobbed up and down on her son's dick while her oldest son thrust his cock deep inside her. The lights twinkled as the sun set, the living room hushed save for the sound of Michael thrusting against his mother and his moans. Bradley moaned, coming. His dick throbbed and she tried to swallow it all but it was too much. When he stopped cumming, she allowed his dick to leave her mouth and rested her head on his stomach. He held her hand as Michael fucked her.
Maggie was coming. Her son hit her in just the right spot repeatedly and her pussy tightened. She had not come that hard in ages. She grunted as he continued to thrust deep into her, squeezing him until he burst one last time, filling her completely. She felt his cock pulse and she came again, gripping him.
Michael pulled out of her and she gasped. Bradley dismounted and she collapsed, exhausted, onto the carpet. She was surprised when Bradley, still erect, straddled her outstretched legs and slid into her slick pussy. In place of the one son who had withdrawn, the other had taken his spot. Both of her sons had been inside her again, and she wept tears of joy as Bradley filled her. He buried himself deep within her, plunging into her fervently. She came, hard, as Bradley fucked her. Michael sat on the floor, spent, and watched. Finally, Bradley came again, filling her as his brother had.
Worn out, Bradley sat near Michael by the tree. The soft green and red lights bathed the room. Maggie got off the couch and sat between them, her pussy still leaking their mixed seed. She had never had two men at the same time before, and sharing this experience with her two wonderful sons made it even more special.
"Having you boys here with me has been everything to me," she said quietly. They glanced at her as their cocks began to harden once more. Ah, she thought, the exuberance of youth. She might become used to this.
"I'll feel this in the morning," she said as she lay on the carpet. The boys took turns kissing and sucking her tits, their swelling members rubbing against her thighs. Each of them slowly regained their strength for more.
END
Read also:
- Rear Seat: Initial Experience with Sibling
- Fathers Seducing Daughters Chapter 7
- "Thirty Days of Incest: Day 4"
- Day 2: 30 Days of Incest
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