I have 5 sons, yes 5 horny sons with high sex drive and very demanding. There is Carl, Mark, David, Ben and Tom. I was doing the washing up in the kitchen as I heard the front door go. One of my sons came home from work. The sound of keys rattling in the lock was a familiar comfort, a signal that the day was shifting gears. The afternoon sun slanted through the window, warming the soapy water I was working in. My hands were deep in the suds, the plates feeling smooth and clean beneath my fingers.
“Who is it?” I shouted out, my voice carrying over the gentle clinking of dishes.
“Just me mom,” it was Carl. His voice was deep, a little tired from his shift down at the construction site. I heard his heavy work boots on the linoleum floor, getting closer. He walked into the kitchen and stood behind me, his presence a solid warmth at my back.
I felt his hand on me, a warm weight on my hip. He leaned me a little more forward as I tried to wash a plate, his body pressing gently against mine. The simple act of washing up became something else entirely. I felt him lift the hem of my summer dress, the light fabric rustling softly. Then, the familiar sense of my knickers being pulled to the side, the elastic stretching just enough. I heard the distinct sound of his zipper going down, a short, sharp rasp of metal. Then, the sudden, full pressure of his cock pushing into my pussy. He didn’t wait, just started having sex with me, right there over the kitchen sink.
“D-did… you… you have ahh a good day?” I moaned, the words coming out breathlessly as he moved inside me. The sink edge dug slightly into my stomach, but I was used to it. He was strong, and his thrusts were deep and sure.
I know what you’re thinking. And yes, it’s exactly what it looks like. But we have an arrangement with my 5 boys. In this house, there are no rules in that regard, and I am free use to all of them. It started a few years ago, a strange sort of understanding that just… evolved. They were growing men, full of needs, and… well, I was here. It wasn’t planned, not really. It just became our way.
“Unnngh ah, yeah… hard day… fuck. Just need to let off some… steam,” He grunted as he continued to fuck me. “Who’s… who’s turn is it… ahhh… to sleep in your bed tonight.”
My breath hitched for a different reason then. That was always the tricky part. “I… I think it was gonna be David’s…” I managed to say, the words vibrating in my chest as he pounded into me.
Carl slowed his thrusts a fraction, his body stiffening slightly behind me. “David? Again? He had it last night, didn’t he?”
“No, that… was…. was Mark ahhh fuck,” I said, my voice a little clearer now as Carl eased up just a little. The rhythmic thrusts started again, still hard, but with less desperation now. “Mark stayed… till morning. David hasn’t been in my bed for two nights.”
He didn’t speak he just focused on fucking me. He went faster and faster my ass slapping against him and then he grunted. A few final slams he kissed my neck and pulled his cock out. He covered my pussy back with my knickers.
“Ah… thanks, Mom,” he mumbled, still leaning against me, catching his breath.
“You’re welcome, Carl,” I said, my own voice still a little shaky. I pushed a stray strand of hair off my damp forehead. I turned back to the sink, picking up the plate I’d been washing. The water had gone a little cooler now.
“So, David tonight then?” Carl asked, his voice back to normal, though still holding that slight edge of frustration from before. He moved away from me, and I heard him pulling out a chair at the kitchen table.
“Yes, Carl. It’s David’s turn,” I confirmed, turning off the tap. I reached for a tea towel, wiping my hands slowly. “He hasn’t had a night in two days, not properly. Your turn soon honest.”
David walked into the kitchen, “Yes Carl my turn tonight. Smells of sex in her, I hope your going to shower mom get that pussy clean for me for tonight.”
“Yes, David. I’ll take a shower in a bit,” I said calmly, meeting his gaze. His eyes held a possessive glint.
Carl shifted in his chair at the table. “Already planning your night, huh, David? Just walked in the door.”
“Someone’s got to,” David retorted, pulling out another chair opposite Carl and sitting down. He kicked his boots off, letting them thump onto the floor. He was still in his work clothes, a little dusty around the knees. “Two nights is too long. Mark had her all last night. I am not eating her out with your cum inside her.”
“He did, poor mark was so tired, it took him 3 attempts to get it up,” I confirmed softly, gathering the wet tea towel to hang it up. “He fell asleep in my bed after… well, after.”
Later that night I had my shower and got into bed naked, David entered in just his boxers with a smile on his face, “been looking forward to this all day.”
“I know,” I replied softly, reaching out and taking his hand. His skin was warm from the day, roughened slightly from whatever work he did, though not as rough as Carl’s construction hands. “Carl was… eager… when he got home. I was trying to wash up, bless the horny monster.”
David chuckled, a low sound in the quiet room. He climbed onto the bed, settling beside me. He didn’t rush, just lay there for a moment, looking at me in the dim light filtering through the curtains. His eyes were dark and intense, not just with desire, but with something else I couldn’t quite name. Ownership, maybe? Or just plain affection, mixed up with everything else.
“He always is,” David said, his voice quiet. He reached out and gently brushed my hair away from my face. His fingers lingered on my cheek. “That’s Carl. See something he wants, he takes it. Doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter if you’re busy.”
“He had a hard day,” I offered, opening my eyes again. “Construction is tough work. Anyway, it’s your turn now and yes I cleaned my pussy well and shaved it. Look under the covers I am naked.”
He threw the covers off of us and his dick was pointing up. I straddled him with my pussy in his face as I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. I felt his mouth on my cunt as his tongue entered my slit.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, David stopped licking and shouted out, “Who is it we were busy.”
“Just me, I thought it was my turn tonight.” Ben said sounded muffled from the door.
“No fuck off, you know it is my turn you can do tomorrow. Now fuck off.” David said as he got back to dragging his tongue across my labia. “Can’t wait to fuck this pussy… ah fuck, you good at sucking mom.”
I moaned as David’s tongue did its work, my body starting to tingle. “Mmm, you taste good too, son,” I managed to say between breaths.
After a good long oral time he finally pulled away, panting slightly. “Alright, enough foreplay,” he said, his voice husky. “Time for the real thing.” He flipped me over gently so I was on my back, then positioned himself between my legs. His cock throbbed against my opening, hot and hard.
“Mmm, yes please,” I whispered, opening my legs wider. I was slick with anticipation, ready for him.
He paused for a moment, looking down at me with a smile in his eyes. “You always know what I want, Mom,” he said, and then he pushed inside me, filling me completely.
I gasped at the sensation, my body arching up to meet his. He started to move, slowly at first, and then faster and harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Oh, David, yes, like that,” I moaned, my hands gripping his back. He knew exactly how to drive me wild.
We continued like that for a long time, lost in the rhythm of our bodies. The world outside faded away, and it was just us, connected in this primal act. Finally, I felt myself reaching the edge, my body trembling with pleasure.
“David, I’m coming,” I gasped, squeezing his back with my nails.
He thrust harder, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. And then he came too, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside me.
We collapsed together, breathless and sweaty. I held him close, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. After a few minutes, he rolled off me and lay beside me, still panting.
“Wow,” he said, after a moment. “That was… incredible.”
“It always is with you, David,” I murmured, turning my head to look at him. My body still tingled from the afterglow.
He smiled, a genuine, happy smile that always melted my heart in a different way than the others. David, despite his possessiveness, had a sweetness to him that I cherished. “I try my best,” he said, nuzzling my neck. “Now… sleep?”
“Hmm, sleep sounds good,” I agreed, feeling my eyelids getting heavy. The exertion, both physical and emotional, had taken its toll. “But… if you don’t mind… stay close.”
He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me against him. “Always,” he whispered, and soon, we both drifted off to sleep, the sounds of the night enveloping us in a peaceful embrace.
The next morning, the sun streamed through the curtains, waking me gently. David was already up, the other side of the bed empty and cold. I stretched, feeling a pleasant soreness in my muscles. Another day, another turn for the boys.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, where the sounds of breakfast being made greeted me. Ben, his dark hair tousled, stood at the stove, flipping pancakes. He looked up as I entered, a small smile gracing his lips.
“Morning, Mom,” he said, his voice still a little rough with sleep. “Sleep well?”
“Very well,” I replied, pouring myself a cup of coffee. “David made sure of that.”
Ben chuckled. “He always does. Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll make sure to wear you out tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in my eyes. “Is that a promise, Benjamin?”
He smirked, flipping another pancake. “You know it is. Tonight, you’re mine. Get ready for a good night.”
Tom walked into the kitchen, his fair hair neatly combed. “Morning, guys. Pancakes smell good, Ben. Mom, you look well rested. Did David behave himself last night?”
“Mmmm he did,” I confirmed, taking a sip of my coffee. “He always does.”
Tom rolled his eyes playfully. “Right. Behaving is not how I would describe David at all times.” He poured himself some coffee and joined us at the table. “So, Ben, you’re up tonight. It’s going to be a long wait until my turn.”
“Patience, Tom,” I said, smiling at him. “Your turn will come. And then, it’ll be Carl’s and then back to Mark’s turn again.”
The conversation flowed easily, the normal banter of a family, albeit a very unconventional one. We got ready together for the day, a weirdly normal morning, only with the knowledge of what the day and night holds. And as I looked around at my sons, I knew, despite the craziness, that this was my life, and it was filled with love, lust, and connection.