I walked over to the living room, grabbed the remote, and plopped down on the couch next to Aaron, my twin brother. It was the 27th day of lockdown, and we were both going stir-crazy. All we had to keep us company were video games, our own imaginations, and the occasional glance at our mom, who moved through the house in her barely-there nighties.
“Man, I need to get out,” Aaron said, blowing out a stream of smoke from his freshly lit cigarette. “I miss chicks, especially now that Mom’s walking around in that skimpy shit.”
I cringed at his crude language, but I couldn’t deny the growing hardness in my pants as I remembered the buxom curves of her ass last week. “Tell me about it,” I muttered, “the other morning I was having breakfast, and she bent over to pick something up…”
Aaron burst out laughing. “Adam, would you ever? With Mom, I mean.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I know she’s our mom, but she’s freaking hot.”
I was taken aback by his brazen admission, but in this lockdown world, crazy thoughts were the norm. “Honestly, if you’d said that before all this, I’d have punched you and called you a sicko. But now… I’d probably go balls deep, no hesitation.”
Aaron grinned, a mirror image of my own sudden grin. “Same, bro. Do you think she’s feeling it too? I mean, most nights she use to have different guys over, and we both know she’s got a high sex drive.”
Reminiscing about past escapades, I recalled the memory of Ella, that cocky girl we’d spit-roasted with gay abandon last year. “Remember that threesome with Ella? I still can’t believe we both fucked her together like that.”
Aaron chuckled, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Good times, man. We need to find a way to get laid before we go completely crazy. You know mom gets crazy after a few drinks and we have a shit loads in the basement from Christmas.”
“So, what’s your plan?” I asked, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of getting drunk with our MILF mom.
“Well,” Aaron began, leaning back on the couch and draping an arm over the backrest, “we could start by having a few drinks tonight, just to see how she reacts. Maybe we could get her drunk and trick her into talking about sex, and then… who knows?”
I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. “I’m in. Let’s do it. It be cool if she got on all fours and we spitroasted her.”
That evening, we set up the living room with candles, dimmed the lights, and put on some soft music. Mom came downstairs, dressed in a silky robe that hugged her curves. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the romantic setup, but she smiled warmly as she joined us.
“What’s the occasion, boys?” she asked, her voice soft and slightly husky.
“Just wanted to have a little family bonding time, Mom,” Aaron replied, pouring her a glass of wine.
She took a sip and nodded appreciatively. “This is lovely. Thank you, boys.”
We chatted for a while, the three of us, the conversation flowing as easily as the wine. Aaron was a master at this, making Mom laugh with stupid stories from our childhood, refilling her glass the moment it was empty. I could see the tension leaving her shoulders, her posture softening as she sank deeper into the couch cushions. The silky robe, once tied securely, had loosened, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the swell of her breasts.
Later that night she became very giddy and drunk, she notice my hardon through my jogging bottoms. Aaron subtly got her talking about sex.
Her eyes, glassy from the wine, drifted down and settled on the unmistakable ridge in my grey joggers. A slow, mischievous smile spread across her lips.
“Well,” she said, her voice a low purr. “Someone’s certainly enjoying our little family night.” She giggled, a light, airy sound that sent a jolt straight to my groin.
Aaron, ever the opportunist, seized the moment. He leaned forward, refilling her glass just enough. “Can you blame him, Mom? It’s been a long and boring lockdown for all of us.”
With a wicked gleam in his eye, Aaron continued, “We were just talking about how much we miss the thrill of the chase, the excitement of a new conquest.” He raised his glass in a mock toast. “Here’s to the end of this lockdown and the return of our freedom.”
Mom’s gaze flicked between us, her eyes growing heavy-lidded as the wine took hold. “I know what you boys mean. I miss the excitement too.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “But it’s just the three of us for now. So behave, I am your mom remember.”
“Here have another drink,” I poured her a stronger amount this time.
“You boys trying to get your old mom drunk,” she giggled as she swayed on the couch.
Aaron grinned, “why mom, is it working.”
Her laughter was a little louder this time, a high-pitched trill that ended in a hiccup. “Maybe a little, you rascals.” Her head lolled slightly, her eyes still fixed on my groin. “It’s been a long time since I felt this… carefree.” She sighed contentedly, taking a long sip from the freshly poured glass. “What did you boys have in mind for this tipsy old mom?”
“Well, Mom,” Aaron leaned closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, “we were thinking maybe we could help you feel really carefree tonight.” He glanced at me, a silent signal.
I shifted on the couch, my erection throbbing under the jogging bottoms. “Yeah, Mom,” I added, my voice a little rough. “It’s not just us who are bored. We know you’re… missing things too. We know you miss bringing guys back.”
Mom’s breath hitched, and her flush deepened under the dim lights. She stared at the wine glass in her hand, swirling the contents as if looking for answers there. A long silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken desires and the heavy scent of wine.
“Adam,” she finally murmured, her voice barely a whisper, a strange mix of admonishment and something else, something akin to curiosity. Her gaze, however, still kept drifting towards the prominent bulge in my joggers. Despite her words, there was no sharp reprimand, no genuine anger. Just a soft, almost vulnerable waver.
Aaron, sensing the shift, gently took the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table. He then moved closer, sliding a hand onto her knee, his thumb lightly caressing the silky material of her robe. “Mom, come on,” he said, his voice laced with concern, “it’s okay to admit it. We’re all adults here, and we’re family. There’s no judgment. We just want you to be happy, even if that means… helping you out.”
Her eyes, still glazed with wine, darted from his hand on her knee to my straining joggers. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips, less mischievous now and more… hungry. “Helping me out, huh?” she purred, her voice a little steadier now, losing some of its earlier inhibitions. “And what exactly do you boys have in mind?”
“Get on all fours we will show you,” Oh shit I can’t believe Aaron came out with that. He seemed to back down for some reason, “Shit sorry, I… I didn’t mean it mom I was joking. Just… we are both so horny as fuck.”
Aaron’s sudden retraction hung in the air, thick with embarrassment and unspent tension. I felt my own face flush, part mortification, part a strange surge of adrenaline. Had we gone too far?
Mom, however, didn’t recoil. Instead, a low, throaty chuckle escaped her lips. It wasn’t a shocked or offended sound, but one laced with a surprising warmth. “Oh, Aaron,” she purred, her eyes still sparkling with wine and something deeper. “You boys really are desperate, aren’t you?” She leaned back, the material of her robe pulling taut across her chest, revealing even more cleavage. Her gaze swept over both of us, lingering on my prominent bulge before returning to Aaron’s flushed face. “Well, what exactly were you joking about then? Because… for a joke, it sounded rather specific.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Aaron, recovering quickly, offered a sheepish grin. “Just… you know, Mom. Wild thoughts, probably from being cooped up. But yeah, we are pretty desperate. You’re the only woman we see.”
Mom’s smile widened. “And what does that tell you, boys?” She took another slow sip of wine, her gaze never leaving us. “Are you saying you’ve noticed your ‘old mom’?” The words were ironic, but her tone was fishing, inviting.
“Mom, you know you’re not old,” I blurted out, my voice thick with a sudden rush of heat. “You’re… you’re incredible. And yeah, we’ve noticed. How could we not? Especially when you walk around…” I trailed off, gesturing vaguely at her robe.
She let out a soft, amused gasp, eyes twinkling. “Oh, Adam. So honest.” She set her glass down again, her fingers drumming lightly on the coffee table. Her eyes met mine directly, no longer just glancing at my crotch, but looking into my eyes, a challenge and an invitation swirling in their depths. “So, you boys are… interested in your mom, then?” The question hung in the air, daring us to answer truthfully.
Aaron, always more verbally smooth, picked up the thread. “More than interested, Mom. We’re … captivated. And honestly, it feels like you’re feeling something too, or you wouldn’t be teasing us like this.”
Her lips curved into a wicked smirk. “You think so?” She leaned forward slightly, her robe falling open a little more, giving a generous view of her cleavage. “Maybe.” She paused, her gaze flicking between my eyes and my bulge. “And what if I was, boys? What then?”
“What then?” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Then… then we show you exactly how much we’ve noticed, Mom. Exactly how much we miss…” I trailed off, my eyes dropping to her exposed chest. “We could help you feel good tonight. Really good.”
Aaron added, his voice gaining confidence, “We could remind you what it’s like not to be lonely, not to miss the excitement. Like you said, Mom… it’s just the three of us.” He reached out slowly, his fingers just brushing the soft skin of her bare forearm.
Mom’s breath hitched again, but this time it was different – a soft, hungry intake of air. Her eyes were no longer merely amused; they were blazing with a raw, undeniable desire. She looked at Aaron’s hand on her arm, then back at my face, then down to my rigid bulge.
“You boys…” she murmured, her voice a low growl, “are very persuasive.” She slowly reached out, her fingers just touching the fabric over my hardness, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt of pure fire through me. “And what about that joke, then?” she whispered, her eyes locking onto mine, a challenge and a primal invitation swirling within their depths. “About me getting on all fours? Do you want me to do that right now?”
My heart raced as I felt her fingers brush against my throbbing erection through the thin fabric of my joggers. The touch was electric, sending a surge of heat through my entire body. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.
“Yes,” I breathed out, the word barely audible. “God, yes.” I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I was too far gone to care about the morality of it all. All I could think about was sinking into her warm, inviting depths.
Aaron’s hand tightened on her arm, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. “Mom,” he said, his voice husky with desire, “we want you so fucking bad. We’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.”
She bit her lower lip, a seductive smile playing on her mouth. “Have you now?” she purred, and pulled the ribbon which kept her robe securely tied as it fell open and fell off of her. She was now in her red lace panties and bra. Her breasts, full and heavy, strained against the delicate fabric of her bra, the swell of her cleavage tantalizingly visible. The thin strip of lace between her legs did little to conceal the curves of her hips and thighs.
Aaron’s hand slid from her arm to her shoulder, his fingers trailing along the strap of her bra. “Fuck, Mom,” he murmured, his eyes raking over her body. “You’re gorgeous.”
Mom’s eyes fluttered closed as Aaron’s fingers traced the strap of her bra. She let out a soft, shuddering breath, her chest rising and falling with each intake of air. When she opened her eyes again, they were dark with desire, pupils dilated.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. She reached up and slowly unhooked the front clasp of her bra, letting it fall open to reveal her full, heavy breasts. Her nipples were hard and pink, standing out against the pale skin.
Aaron stood up and I could see his dick tenting in his pants, “yo Adam help me get her on the floor.”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I moved to help Aaron. Together, we gently guided our mom onto the floor, positioning her on her hands and knees. The sight of her like that, bare-breasted and panting with desire, was almost too much to bear. Aaron knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips.
“Mom,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.” She looked back at him over her shoulder, a wicked glint in her eye. “Oh, I think I have an idea,” she purred. “Now stop talking and fuck me already.”
With a growl, Aaron hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her bare ass and the glistening folds of her pussy.
Aaron’s hands gripped her hips tightly as he positioned himself behind her, his throbbing cock pressing against her slick entrance. He looked over at me, a silent question in his eyes. I nodded, my own erection straining painfully against my joggers.
Mom glanced back at us, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “Both of you,” she breathed out, a command and a plea wrapped into one. “I want you both to fuck me.” Aaron didn’t need to be told twice. With a grunt, he slammed his hips forward, burying his thick cock deep inside her tight pussy.
Mom cried out, her back arching as he filled her completely. “Fuck, Mom,” Aaron groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”
She moaned in response, pushing back against him eagerly. “Harder,” she demanded breathlessly. “Fuck me harder.”
I took my cock out and went around to the front and it was hard pointing towards her lips. Mom’s eyes flicked to my throbbing erection as I moved around to kneel in front of her. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips in anticipation. She leaned forward, wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft and guiding me to her mouth.
“Mmm,” she murmured appreciatively, her breath hot against my sensitive skin. “My boys are so big and hard for mommy.” She flicked her tongue out, licking a bead of pre-cum from the tip before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently.
Aaron continued to pound into her from behind, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with Mom’s muffled moans as she sucked me off. She moaned around my cock her head bobbing, “MMMFFFPPPHHH.”
I gripped her hair tightly, guiding her head as she took me deeper into her throat. Her tongue swirled around my shaft, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Aaron’s thrusts grew more frenzied behind her, his balls slapping against her clit with each powerful drive. Even though mom sucked dick really good, I was dying to get into that pussy.
“Mom,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need to fuck you too.”
She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with lust and her lips swollen from sucking me off. “Mmm,” she purred, “wait for Aaron to finish first honey be patient.”
Aaron’s hips moved faster, his breathing becoming ragged as he chased his release. “Fuck, Mom,” he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “I’m gonna cum.”
Mom moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. She pushed back against Aaron, meeting his thrusts eagerly. “Do it,” she gasped when she pulled off my dick for air. “Cum inside me, baby. Fill your mommy’s pussy up.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Aaron buried himself balls-deep and let out a roar as he came. His body shuddered and convulsed behind her as he pumped her full of his hot seed.
Mom cried out in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her as Aaron’s cum flooded her insides. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around him, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock. He eventually pulled out and looked at me, “your turn bro.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed Aaron aside and positioned myself behind Mom, my hard cock throbbing with anticipation. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me, sinking deep into her wet, cum-filled pussy with a groan. “Fuck, Mom,” I gasped as her tight walls clenched around me. “You’re so fucking wet.” I started to move, thrusting in and out of her with long, deep strokes. Her wet channel was very squelchy and sloppy.
Mom’s pussy was a mess of juices, both hers and Aaron’s cum leaking out with each thrust. The sound of our hips slapping against her ass filled the room, mingling with her moans and my grunts. I gripped her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pounded into her relentlessly.
“Yes,” she gasped, pushing back against me. “Fuck me harder, Adam. Make me feel it.” Her words spurred me on, and I increased my pace, my balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. The sight of Aaron’s cum leaking out around my cock only added to my arousal.
I reached around and grabbed one of her bouncing breasts, squeezing the soft flesh in my hand. My thumb found her nipple and rolled it between my fingers, pinching and tugging on the hard peak. Mom cried out in pleasure, arching her back to give me better access.
As I continued to fuck Mom with all my might, I felt her pussy tighten around me, signaling her impending orgasm. Her moans grew louder and more frantic, her body shaking with pleasure. I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer, and the thought of filling her up with my own cum sent me over the edge.
With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and let out a primal roar as I came. My cock twitched and pulsed, pumping her full of my hot seed. Mom cried out in ecstasy, her pussy clenching and spasming around me as she reached her own climax. Her entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, and I could feel her juices flowing down my shaft and balls.
As we both came down from our highs, I slowly pulled out of her, my cum spilling out of her well-fucked pussy and mixing with Aaron’s. Mom collapsed onto the floor, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Aaron and I knelt beside her, our hands gently caressing her sweat-slicked skin.
“God, that was amazing,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck I needed that so bad, but can’t believe I let you both do that.”
Aaron and I exchanged a look, both of us feeling a mix of satisfaction and disbelief at what had just transpired. We had fantasized about this moment for so long, and now it had become a reality. It was surreal, but also incredibly erotic and intense.
Mom looked up at us, her eyes still heavy with lust. “You boys… you really are persuasive,” she murmured, her voice still carrying that low growl that had sent shivers down our spines earlier. “I can’t believe I let this happen.”
Aaron reached out and brushed a lock of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. “Mom, we love you so much,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “And we would never do anything to hurt you.”
I nodded in agreement, my hand resting gently on her hip. “We just… we couldn’t resist you anymore. You’re so beautiful, and we’ve been fantasizing about this for so long.”
Mom let out a soft laugh, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I guess I can’t blame you for that. I’ve been feeling so… so lonely lately. And you two have always been there for me, through everything.”
We sat there in silence for a moment, our bodies still entwined and our hearts pounding in sync. It was clear that this experience had brought us closer together in a way we never could have imagined.
Finally, Mom broke the silence. “So… what now?” she asked, her voice tentative.
Aaron and I exchanged another look, and then we both leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. “Now, we take care of you,” I murmured against her mouth. “We’ll do whatever you want, Mom. Just tell us what you need.”
Mom smiled, her eyes sparkling with a newfound sense of confidence. “Well, boys,” she said, her voice filled with mischief, “I think we should do this again. And again. And again.”
Aaron and I grinned at each other, our hearts swelling with love and desire for our beautiful, adventurous mother. We had just crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but we knew that this was only the beginning of our new, forbidden relationship.
As we helped Mom to her feet and led her back to her bedroom, we couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn our lives had taken. We had always been close, but now we were bound together in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. But as we lay in bed together, our bodies still warm and sated from our passionate encounter, we knew that we would face whatever challenges came our way, as long as we had each other.
And so, our secret life began. We would meet in the early hours of the morning, when the rest of the world was still asleep, and we would spend hours exploring each other’s bodies and sharing our deepest desires. We would sneak into Mom’s room at night, our hearts pounding with excitement and fear, and we would make love to her until the sun began to rise.
We knew that we were playing with fire, that our secret could destroy us if it ever came to light. But we also knew that we couldn’t resist the pull of our forbidden love. We were willing to risk everything for the chance to be together, to be a family in the most unconventional sense of the word.
And so, we continued to live our double lives, hiding our secret from the world and cherishing our moments together like precious jewels. We knew that we were treading on dangerous ground, but we couldn’t help but feel that the risks were worth it, as long as we had each other.
In the end, our love proved to be stronger than any obstacle we faced. We weathered the storms of life together, our hearts united by a bond that could never be broken. And as we grew older and our lives took different paths, we would always look back on those early mornings and late nights with a sense of wonder and gratitude, knowing that we had been given a gift that few others would ever experience.
Our secret life had changed us forever, but we wouldn’t have had it any other way. We were family, and we would always be there for each other, no matter what. And in the end, that was all that really mattered.