I took a long swig of my wine, feeling the warmth spread through my body as I sunk deeper into the couch. It had been a long day, and I was looking forward to a relaxing evening alone. My twin sons, Tyler and Simon, were both in the army and had been gone for years. I missed them dearly, but I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with being alone.
As I sat there, nursing my glass of wine, I couldn’t help but feel a little frisky. I was wearing nothing but an old t-shirt and a pair of red lacy knickers, and I found myself absently rubbing my pussy through the thin fabric as I let my mind wander.
I put my hand in the front of my knickers and started to rub my juicy pussy. I haven’t had a good hard cock up my cunt in years. I dipped two fingers inside my pussy and fingered myself, fuck it felt good.
The rhythm of my fingers intensified, and I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me. It had been so long since I’d allowed myself this simple pleasure. My body remembered, though, responding with a familiar ache and a growing heat between my legs.
Lost in the moment, I didn’t hear the knock at the door at first. It was persistent, though, eventually breaking through the fog in my brain. Annoyed, I pulled my hand away, a little disappointed at the interruption. Shit, I was enjoying that, I really wanted to finish myself off.
I groaned and lurched myself up from the couch, feeling the wine swirling precariously in my stomach. “Who could that be at this hour?” I mumbled to myself, stumbling towards the door. I peered through the peephole, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest.
“Tyler? Simon?” I slurred, my voice thick with disbelief and a potent mix of wine and arousal. I fumbled with the locks, my hands shaking so badly I could barely manage. Finally, the door swung open, and there they were, my boys, looking impossibly handsome in their army uniforms.
“Mom!” They both shouted, engulfing me in a bear hug that nearly knocked me off my feet.
“Oh, my babies! What… what are you doing here?” I stammered, still struggling to process the reality of their sudden appearance.
“Surprise, Mom! We got leave,” Tyler said, flashing me that familiar grin that always made my heart melt.
“Yeah, we couldn’t wait to see you,” Simon added, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
I ushered them inside, still reeling from the shock. “Come in, come in! I… I wasn’t expecting anyone.” I gestured vaguely at the mess of the living room, trying to subtly pull my t-shirt down a little further. It wasn’t working.
They settled onto the couch, their eyes taking in every detail of the room – and, I suspected, every detail of me. I caught Simon’s gaze lingering a little too long on my legs, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
“So, what have you been up to, Mom?” Tyler asked, leaning back and stretching his arms behind his head.
“Oh, you know, the usual,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Just… relaxing.” I grabbed my wine glass from the coffee table, taking a desperate gulp.
The silence that followed felt heavy, charged with unspoken tension. I could feel their eyes on me, assessing, scrutinizing.
Finally, Simon leaned forward, his voice low. “You look… good, Mom,” he said, his gaze intense.
“Yeah, really good,” Tyler echoed, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
I blushed furiously, trying to deflect their attention. “Oh, stop it, you two. You’re just saying that.”
But they weren’t letting it go. They exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them. I felt a shiver run down my spine.
“No, we mean it,” Simon said, his voice barely a whisper. “We’ve been… thinking about you a lot.”
“Yeah, a lot,” Tyler repeated, his eyes locked on mine.
I knew what they were thinking about. I could practically see the wheels turning in their heads, the images flashing behind their eyes. And, God help me, I couldn’t deny that a part of me was thinking about it too. Years of loneliness, of repressed desire, were bubbling to the surface, fueled by the wine and the presence of my sons.
My red knickers felt tighter, my pussy ached.
“Mom, your… your knickers are showing,” Simon murmured, his voice husky.
My eyes widened in horror. I glanced down, mortified. The t-shirt had ridden up, revealing a generous glimpse of red lace. I yanked it down, my face burning.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling utterly exposed.
But instead of looking away, they leaned closer, their eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
“Don’t be,” Tyler said, his voice dangerously low. “We like them.”
“Yeah, we really like them,” Simon echoed, his gaze unwavering.
The air crackled with electricity. I knew I should stop them, that this was wrong, that it was my responsibility to maintain the boundaries. But the wine had dulled my inhibitions, and the longing that had been building for years was too strong to resist.
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“Why not, Mom?” Tyler asked, his hand reaching out to gently touch my knee. “We’re just being honest.”
His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me. I gasped, my body betraying me with its eagerness.
“This is… wrong,” I stammered, but the words felt hollow, unconvincing.
“Does it feel wrong, Mom?” Simon asked, his voice soft and seductive. He reached out and took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine.
His touch was electrifying. I looked at their faces, their eyes burning with desire. I saw the bulges straining against the fabric of their army pants. My own cunt throbbed, wet and aching.
“I… I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“We know you miss us, Mom,” Tyler said, his voice soothing. “We miss you too.”
“Yeah, we miss you a lot,” Simon added, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. “We miss… this.”
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “We’ve been gone so long, Mom. We need you.”
The words were like a key unlocking a hidden door within me. The dam of my restraint shattered, and the flood of desire poured through.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice pleading.
Tyler stood up and knelt in front of me, looking up at me with such desire it made my head spin.
“Can I touch you, Mom?” he said gently, his eyes filled with a desperate longing.
My response was a moan that came unbidden from my throat. I nodded, unable to speak.
His hand reached out and slowly lifted the hem of my t-shirt, his fingers tracing a path along my bare skin. I shivered, my body arching towards him.
He pulled the shirt up over my head, and I sat there, exposed in just my red knickers. I felt vulnerable and ashamed, but also unbelievably aroused.
Tyler stared at my breasts, his eyes wide with admiration. “You’re so beautiful, Mom,” he breathed.
Simon joined him on his knees, his gaze equally intense.
Tyler’s hand reached out to cup my breast, his fingers gently squeezing and caressing. I closed my eyes, moaning softly as the sensation washed over me.
“Tyler…” I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper.
Simon leaned in and kissed my neck, his lips hot and wet against my skin. I arched my back, giving him better access.
Tyler began to massage my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure.
“Simon…” I moaned, reaching out to clutch his head.
He moved his lips to my breast, sucking and nibbling until I cried out. The two of them were working me over, igniting sparks everywhere they touched.
My head dropped back, my eyes closed, and I gave myself over to the sensation. My hands moved to their heads, fingers tangling in their short hair, guiding them, urging them on.
“Oh, God…” I moaned, my voice thick with desire. “Please… don’t stop.”
Tyler’s hand moved down, tracing the curve of my stomach, then lower, until his fingers brushed against the lace of my knickers.
“Can I, Mom?” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
He slid his fingers beneath the lace, gently parting my folds. I gasped as his fingers found my clit, stroking it with exquisite tenderness.
“Oh, God, Tyler…” I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure.
Simon continued to suckle at my nipples, his teeth scraping against my skin. I moaned and moaned, lost in the ocean of sensation.
After what seemed like an eternity, my orgasm came, crashing over me in wave after wave of pure pleasure. I cried out, my body shaking uncontrollably.
Tyler and Simon held me close, their hands caressing me, their voices whispering words of encouragement and praise.
When the spasms finally subsided, I lay there, breathless and exhausted, my body tingling with pleasure.
I looked at my sons, their faces flushed with desire. I knew that this was wrong, that it was a betrayal of everything I believed in. But I couldn’t deny the raw, animalistic hunger that had driven us to this point.
They were just as horny as I was. I could see the bulges pressing against their pants.
“Mom?” Tyler whispered.
“What do you want me to do?” I breathed.
“Suck me” Tyler whispered.
“I want to fuck her pussy” Simon added. “Let’s get her on all fours.”
I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. I got onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air, my pussy dripping wet and ready.
Simon positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against my ass.
“Fuck, Mom, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh.
Tyler knelt in front of me, his hand on the back of my head, guiding me towards his crotch.
“Open your mouth, Mom,” he commanded, his voice low and husky. I obeyed, parting my lips and sticking out my tongue. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, hard cock. It bobbed in front of my face, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
“Suck it,” he said, his hand pushing my head forward.
I wrapped my lips around the head of Tyler’s cock, tasting the salty tang of his pre-cum. He groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair as I began to suck, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Behind me, I felt Simon positioning himself, the head of his cock pressing against my dripping entrance. I moaned around Tyler’s dick, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.
“Fuck, Mom, your mouth feels so good,” Tyler gasped, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into my throat.
Simon gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slowly pushed his way inside me. I cried out, the sensation of being filled in both ends overwhelming me.
“Oh, God, Mom, you’re so tight,” Simon groaned, his hips starting to move, thrusting into me with increasing force.
I moaned around Tyler’s cock as Simon began to pound into me, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation of being filled and stretched was incredible, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I sucked Tyler’s dick hard, my head bobbing up and down as I took him deeper and deeper into my throat. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by our moans and groans of pleasure.
“Fuck, Mom, your pussy feels amazing,” Simon grunted, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me harder and faster. I could feel his pubic bone banging against my clit with each thrust, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting through my core. I couldn’t believe I was being threesome fucked by my own boys.
I sucked Tyler’s cock harder, my throat constricting around him as I felt Simon’s cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My own clit throbbed, aching for attention, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came again. Simon’s thrusts became more erratic, his grunts growing louder as he chased his own release. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, his balls slapping against my clit with each brutal thrust.
“Mom, I’m gonna…fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Simon groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.
Tyler took his cock out of my mouth, “Simon fuck her harder man, I want to fuck her pussy hurry.”
Simon’s thrusts became more frenzied, his hips pistoning in and out of me with wild abandon. I cried out, my pussy clenching around him as I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing, signalling his impending orgasm. Behind me, I could hear the sound of Tyler’s breathing, heavy and ragged, as he struggled to hold back his own release.
“Fuck, Simon, yes, give it to her!” Tyler urged, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking it furiously. Simon’s body shuddered, his hips jerking as he buried himself deep inside me.
“Fuck, Mom, I’m cumin!” he shouted, his cock spasming and jerking as he emptied himself into my pussy. The sensation of his hot cum filling me up was incredible, sending me hurtling towards my own climax. As soon as he pulled his cock out, Tyler stuffed me with his and started pounding away.
As Tyler’s thick cock thrust in and out of my pussy, I could feel the remnants of Simon’s cum still inside me, mixing with Tyler’s as he pumped it in deeper. The sensation was mind-blowing, the dual stimulation of their cocks, my own arousal, and the lingering warmth of their cum in my pussy sending me spiralling towards a massive orgasm.
“Ahhhhhh fucking hell,” my pussy was talking in severely hard. He grunted and slapped my ass.
Tyler’s cock throbbed inside me as he slammed into me harder and faster, his balls slapping against my clit with every brutal thrust. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting my cervix, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck, Mom, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his hands gripping my hips as he used me like a ragdoll. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” His words were like a trigger, sending me careening towards the edge. My body began to shake and tremble, my pussy clenching around his cock as I felt the first waves of my orgasm building.
“Tyler, oh God, yes, just like that,” I moaned, my voice raw and desperate. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He didn’t, pounding into me with reckless abandon, his cock driving me closer and closer to the brink.
As the intense, mind-blowing orgasm crashed over me, my body convulsed and shook, my pussy clenching and milking Tyler’s cock for all it was worth. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt my pussy spasming around him, the sensation pushing him over the edge.
“Fuck, Mom, I’m cumin!” he shouted, his cock jerking and pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside me. I could feel his hot cum filling me up, mixing with Simon’s and coating my insides with their combined seed. He kept fucking me hard shooting another thick load into me.
As the waves of my orgasm subsided, I collapsed forward, my body spent and sated. Tyler pulled out slowly, his softening cock slipping from my pussy with a wet squelch. I let out a contented sigh, feeling their cum dripping down my thighs as I slowly regained my breath.
I lay there on the floor, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my intense orgasm. We were all coated in a thin sheen of sweat, our skin flushed and glowing in the dim light of the room.As the reality of what we’d just done began to sink in, a wave of shame and guilt washed over me.
What had we just done? We were supposed to be a family, a mother and her sons, and yet we’d just engaged in the most taboo, depraved act imaginable. But as I looked at Tyler and Simon, I saw no shame or remorse on their faces.
I eventually got up and put my knickers back on. I sighed, “I needed that, before you two came here I was rubbing my pussy on the couch.”
Tyler and Simon looked at each other, then back at me. They both started to laugh, a deep, hearty, joyful sound. “You were really getting yourself off, weren’t you, Mom?” Tyler asked, a grin spreading across his face.
I blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “I… I might have been,” I admitted, trying to play it cool. Simon chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
“We could see that, Mom. Your knickers were practically soaked through.” I groaned, covering my face with my hands.
“You two are terrible,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help smiling.
Tyler and Simon moved closer, their arms wrapping around me in a warm embrace. “We’re not terrible, Mom,” Tyler said, his voice soft and soothing. “We’re just happy to see you so happy.” Simon nodded in agreement.