There’s something unapologetically satisfying about knowing you still turn heads—especially in your own damn kitchen.
It was a little past nine, the sun not even fully up, and I was already dressed like I’d walked out of a scandalous dream. The robe I wore was a deep, decadent burgundy—crushed velvet that draped like melted sin over every curve I still proudly owned. It clung to my waist with a sash that could barely contain it, the neckline plunging far enough to make anyone question their morning priorities. A lacey black thong was the only thing between me and pure indecency. No bra. No need. Let the girls breathe.
The slit rode high on my left thigh, and every step I took revealed just a flash more than intended. My skin glowed in the morning light, and my hair—still tousled from bed—cascaded down my shoulders like something out of a shampoo commercial I wouldn’t dare audition for because they couldn’t afford me.
Jake was the first to notice. He was standing by the sink, shirtless, muscles flexing as he dried a pan he probably didn’t even use. His eyes dragged up from the floor and stalled when they hit my bare legs, and then again when they found the loose tie at my waist.
He cleared his throat. “You seriously wearing that before breakfast?”
I smiled into my coffee mug. “Why? You hungry, or just distracted?”
His jaw tightened, but that cocky grin crept in like it always did when he couldn’t decide if he was annoyed or impressed.
Liam sauntered into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, his T-shirt halfway off one shoulder, hair a complete mess. He froze mid-step.
“Mom,” he said, blinking, “you can’t just show up looking like… like this is your house.”
“Funny,” I said, raising a brow. “Because it is.”
He muttered something under his breath, pouring cereal like he was punishing the bowl. “You could at least warn people. Like, put up a velvet hazard sign or something.”
Jake didn’t even bother hiding his stare. “You wearing anything under that thing?”
I turned slowly, letting the robe shift with me. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
He groaned, tossing the dish towel onto the counter. “You’re going somewhere. You always strut like that when you’ve got plans.”
“You boys really keep tabs on me that closely?” I teased, arching a brow.
Liam stabbed his spoon into his cereal. “We have to. You’re like a walking distraction. It’s chaos.”
I gave them both a little smile—the kind of smile that said I know exactly what I’m doing—and then disappeared into my room to get ready.
By sunset, I was a different woman. Gone was the robe, and in its place, a short black satin dress that fit like a second skin. It hugged my hips, dipped low at the chest, and shimmered when I moved. My legs were bare, freshly shaved, and my heels added a few inches and a whole lot of authority. Red lips. Gold hoops. Smoky eyes. I looked like trouble.
I strutted past them without a word.
Jake nearly dropped the remote.
“Where the hell are you going dressed like that?” he demanded, eyes locked on my legs like they’d personally insulted him.
“Out,” I said simply, grabbing my purse.
Liam blinked. “To a club?”
I paused in the doorway, smirking. “Yes. And don’t wait up.”
Jake stood. “You’re kidding. That dress should be illegal.”
I winked. “Then arrest me, baby.”
Their silence followed me out the door like a storm cloud ready to burst.
It was nearly 2:30 a.m. when I walked back in, tipsy, giddy, barefoot, and glowing from a night that had no business going that well. My lipstick was smudged, my hair tousled like it had danced with the wind, and my perfume still clung to my skin like warm secrets.
I kicked the door shut with my heel, heels dangling from one hand, purse in the other. My dress had ridden up a little too high, but I didn’t care. I felt alive. Light. Dangerous in the best way.
The living room was dim, lit only by the TV. Jake and Liam sat at opposite ends of the couch, each with a beer in hand, both watching me like I’d walked in naked.
Jake was the first to break the silence. “You look like you just left a crime scene… and liked it.”
I laughed, throwing my shoes in the corner. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”
Liam didn’t say anything. He just stared—eyes sharp, jaw tight, tongue poking the inside of his cheek like he was chewing on something he didn’t like.
Jake’s gaze slid down my legs. “You’re freezing.”
He stood, grabbed a throw blanket, and draped it around my shoulders before I could even shiver. His hand brushed the bare skin of my back, and lingered just a second too long.
I smiled. “Look at you. All warm and fuzzy.”
He smirked, but said nothing. Liam finally set his beer down.
“You’re sitting there?” he asked, pointing to the middle cushion.
I plopped down between them without waiting for an invitation, the hem of my dress rising scandalously high as I crossed my legs. My thigh pressed against Liam’s. My shoulder nudged Jake’s. They both stiffened. And then, slowly, like gravity couldn’t help itself, they leaned in.
Jake handed me his beer.
“Drink. You look like you’ve had worse.”
I took a sip and winced. “Still disgusting.”
Liam leaned closer, peering at my smudged lipstick. “Did you kiss someone?”
I glanced at him with a lazy smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Jake scoffed, leaning forward now too. “You’re glowing. That guy better not have touched you.”
I smirked. “Jealous, boys?”
Liam snorted. “No. Just trying to figure out which one of us you’d save first in a fire.”
Jake turned to me, eyes narrowing. “It’s me. Obviously.”
“Please,” Liam snapped. “She laughs at my jokes.”
I just smiled, settling back between them, the warmth of their bodies on either side of me like a tug-of-war I never asked for, but somehow loved.
“You’re both ridiculous,” I murmured, eyelids fluttering. “But sweet.”
Jake nudged me. “Say I’m the favorite.”
Liam leaned in, teasing. “Say I am.”
I closed my eyes, a grin spreading across my lips as the weight of the night melted into something softer. Safer.
“I’ll say this,” I whispered, half-asleep and still buzzing, “I’ve got two beautiful idiots for sons. And neither of you have grown up a damn bit.”
Jake chuckled. Liam rolled his eyes. And somehow, that felt like home.
“If we was not your sons which one would you let fuck you,” Liam blurted out, oh my how do I answer that.
“Probably both of you, trust me. I should go to bed, I got an ache between my legs now after you said that and I need to sort it out.” I said embarrassed as I struggled to even get up.
“Wow really mom,” Jake said as he stared at my legs. “You probably couldn’t handle us we have a lot of stamina don’t we Liam. Let us help with that ache.”
Liam’s eyes widened, his gaze flicking between you and Jake.”Whoa, dude. She’s our mom.”
Jake shrugged, his eyes never leaving your legs. “So? She’s still hot as fuck. So your telling me if she got her mature wet box out you wouldn’t wanna pound it.”
Omg the way they were speaking, right in front of me. I should be angry but I started to foam at the gash. Was they seriously wanting to take turns on me.
The air in the living room thickened, heavy with the weight of words that shouldn’t have been spoken but now hung between us like a dare. My heart pounded, a traitor to my better judgement, as I sat there, dress still hiked up, thighs bare and glistening faintly from the sweat of dancing all night. The blanket Jake had draped over me slipped, pooling at my waist, and I didn’t bother to fix it. My black satin dress clung to my curves, the thin straps barely holding up against the swell of my breasts, nipples hardening under the fabric from the chill—and something else.
Liam’s eyes were wide, his breath shallow, but he didn’t look away. Jake, on the other hand, leaned closer, his arm brushing mine, his gaze unapologetic as it raked over my body. The beer in my hand felt cold, grounding, but my pussy throbbed, wet and aching from their words, from the raw, filthy way they were talking about me. My own sons. The shame burned, but fuck, so did the heat pooling between my thighs, slick and undeniable.
“Liam,” I said, my voice low, husky, catching on the edge of a moan I didn’t mean to let slip. “You gonna let Jake talk like that? About my… wet box?” I shifted, uncrossing my legs slowly, letting the dress ride higher, the hem barely covering the lacy thong that was now soaked through. My pussy lips felt swollen, pressing against the thin fabric, and I knew they could see the outline if they looked hard enough.
Liam swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I… fuck, Mom, I didn’t mean—” But his eyes betrayed him, flicking down to where my thighs parted, where the satin clung to my skin. His cheeks flushed, but his cock was already straining against his jeans, a thick bulge that made my cunt clench with need.
Jake smirked, bolder, always the one to push. “Don’t play shy now, Liam. You’re thinking it. She’s sitting there, dripping, and you’re telling me you wouldn’t fuck her senseless?” He turned to me, his voice dropping, rough and filthy. “You said you’ve got an ache, Mom. Let me fix it. I’ll fuck that pussy so good you’ll forget your own name.”
My breath hitched, a soft “Ohh” escaping my lips before I could stop it. I should’ve slapped him, should’ve stormed out, but my body was screaming yes, my clit pulsing with every word. I leaned back, letting my head rest against the couch, my breasts heaving under the dress, nipples poking through like they were begging to be sucked. “Jake,” I murmured, my voice trembling with lust and shame, “you can’t just… say that.”
“Why not?” he shot back, shifting closer, his hand brushing my bare thigh, fingers grazing the edge of my dress. “You’re wet, aren’t you? I can fucking smell it.” His voice was a growl, and my pussy gushed, the thong doing nothing to stop the slick dripping down my inner thighs.
Liam groaned, a low, guttural “Ungh,” his hand twitching like he wanted to touch himself but didn’t dare. “Jake, shut up, man. This is fucked up.” But he didn’t move, didn’t look away, his eyes locked on the damp patch between my legs, the way my thong clung to my swollen lips.
I spread my thighs wider, just a fraction, enough to make them both freeze. My pussy was throbbing, the ache so deep it hurt, and their words were gasoline on a fire I couldn’t put out. “You boys… you’re gonna get me in trouble,” I whispered, my voice teasing, dripping with need. “Talking about pounding my pussy like I’m some slut. What if I said yes? What if I let you both… fuck me?”
Jake’s hand slid higher, fingers brushing the lace of my thong, and I gasped, a sharp “Ahh!” as his knuckles grazed my clit through the fabric. My hips bucked, chasing his touch, and I felt my pussy lips part slightly, the thong slipping between them, exposing the pink, glistening flesh. “Fuck, Mom,” Jake muttered, his voice thick with lust. “You’re soaked. Look at that cunt, begging for it.”
Liam’s resolve cracked. He leaned in, his hand trembling as it rested on my other thigh, his fingers digging into my skin. “You’re serious?” he asked, voice hoarse. “You’d let us…?”
I bit my lip, a soft moan slipping out as Jake’s fingers pressed harder, rubbing slow circles over my clit. “Mmm, fuck,” I whimpered, my head tilting back, breasts bouncing slightly as my body arched. “I shouldn’t… but my pussy’s so wet, boys. It’s aching. You gonna help your mom or just talk about it?”
Jake didn’t hesitate. He tugged my thong aside, exposing my pussy fully—pink, glistening, the lips puffy and parted, my clit swollen and begging. My juices dripped onto the couch, a sticky trail down my thigh, and I moaned, “Ohhh, shit,” as the cool air hit my cunt. Jake’s fingers slid through my folds, slick and slow, teasing my entrance. “This pussy’s fucking perfect,” he growled. “So tight. Bet it’d grip my cock like a vice.”
Liam’s hand moved higher, brushing the underside of my breast, his thumb grazing my nipple through the dress. I gasped, a high-pitched “Ahh!” as my nipple hardened further, aching for his mouth. “Liam,” I panted, “suck my tits. Please, baby, I need it.”
He groaned, a deep “Ungh,” and yanked the straps of my dress down, my breasts spilling out, full and heavy, the nipples dark and pebbled. His mouth latched onto one, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, and I cried out, “Fuck, yes!” My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate, as Jake slid two fingers inside me, curling them against my walls.
“Ohhh, Jake!” I moaned, my hips rocking against his hand, his fingers pumping in and out, slick with my juices. My pussy made wet, squelching sounds, the scent of my arousal filling the room, musky and raw. “Harder, baby, fuck my cunt harder.”
Jake obliged, thrusting his fingers deeper, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight circles. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled. “Getting your pussy fucked by your boys. Look at you, dripping all over my hand.”
Liam switched to my other breast, sucking greedily, his teeth grazing my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cunt. “Mmm, fuck,” I whimpered, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Keep sucking, Liam. Don’t stop.”
Jake pulled his fingers out, and I whined, “Nooo!” but then he was undoing his jeans, his cock springing free—thick, veiny, the tip glistening with precum. My mouth watered, my pussy clenching at the sight. “Fuck, Jake,” I breathed. “That cock… it’s gonna wreck me.”
“Damn right,” he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me to the edge of the couch. He spread my legs wide, my pussy open and dripping, the lips parted and glistening. He rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, teasing, and I moaned, “Ahh, please, fuck me!”
Liam pulled back, his lips wet from sucking my tits, his cock straining against his jeans. “You want him to fuck you?” he asked, voice rough. “You want that cock in your pussy?”
“Yes!” I cried, my hips bucking, desperate. “Fuck my pussy, Jake. Pound it. I need it so bad.”
Jake didn’t wait. He thrust into me, his cock stretching my pussy wide, filling me to the hilt. I screamed, a raw “Ohhh, fuck!” as my walls gripped him, the thick shaft hitting every spot inside me. My pussy lips clung to his cock, slick and swollen, my juices dripping down my ass as he started to thrust, hard and deep.
“Ungh,” Jake grunted with each thrust, his hands gripping my hips, bruising. “Your cunt’s so tight, Mom. Fucking milking me.”
“Ohhh, yes!” I moaned, my tits bouncing with every thrust, Liam’s hands still on them, squeezing, pinching my nipples. “Fuck me harder, Jake! Don’t stop!”
Liam unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free, just as thick, the tip red and leaking. He stroked himself, watching Jake pound into me, my pussy squelching, juices dripping onto the couch. “You look so fucking hot,” he muttered. “Your pussy’s taking him so good.”
“Touch me, Liam,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Rub my clit while he fucks me.”
Liam’s fingers found my clit, rubbing fast, and I screamed, “Ahhh, shit!” My pussy clenched around Jake’s cock, the pleasure building, my orgasm so close. Jake’s thrusts grew faster, harder, his cock slamming into my cervix, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that made me dizzy.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I cried, my hips bucking, my pussy gushing around Jake’s cock. “Don’t stop, Jake, fill my cunt!”
“Ungh, fuck!” Jake groaned, his thrusts erratic, and then he came, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy, mixing with my juices, dripping out around his cock. I moaned, “Ohhh, yes,” as my orgasm hit, my pussy spasming, squirting onto the couch, my thighs shaking.
Liam’s fingers didn’t stop, and I came again, a high-pitched “Ahh!” as my pussy clenched, more juices gushing out, soaking Jake’s cock and the couch. Jake pulled out, his cum dripping from my pussy, pooling on the cushion, and Liam groaned, stroking himself faster.
“Your turn,” I panted, spreading my legs wider, my pussy red and swollen, cum and juices dripping. “Fuck me, Liam. I need your cock too.”
Liam didn’t hesitate. He thrust into me, his cock stretching my already sensitive pussy, and I screamed, “Fuck, yes!” My tits bounced, my nipples raw from his sucking, and I begged, “Harder, baby, fuck my pussy raw!”
“Ungh,” Liam grunted, his thrusts brutal, his cock hitting my walls, my pussy squelching with every thrust. “Your cunt’s so wet,” he groaned. “So fucking full of cum.”
“Fill it more,” I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in. “Cum in my pussy, Liam. I want it all.”
Jake watched, stroking his cock, already hard again. “Look at her,” he said, voice rough. “Taking your cock like a slut. That pussy’s fucking wrecked.”
“Ohhh, fuck!” I cried, my pussy clenching around Liam’s cock, another orgasm building. “I’m gonna cum again! Don’t stop, Liam!”
Liam’s thrusts grew frantic, his grunts louder, “Ungh, ungh!” and then he came, his cum shooting deep inside me, mixing with Jake’s, overflowing, dripping down my thighs. I screamed, “Ahhh, shit!” as my pussy spasmed, squirting again, my body shaking, my vision blurring.
I collapsed back, panting, my pussy throbbing, cum and juices leaking out, pooling beneath me. My dress was a mess, bunched around my waist, my tits red and swollen, my thighs slick. Jake and Liam sat back, breathing hard, their cocks still semi-hard, glistening with my juices.
“Fuck,” I whispered, a lazy smile spreading across my lips. “You boys… you fucked me good.”
Jake smirked. “Told you we had stamina.”
Liam laughed, still catching his breath. “You’re… fucking incredible.”
I closed my eyes, the aftershocks of my orgasms still rippling through me, my pussy pulsing, satisfied but still greedy. “Don’t get too cocky,” I murmured. “I might need you to do it again tomorrow. For now, I am off to bed, need to give my pussy a rest. naughty boys.”