"Love you, Mom." Timmy gave me a hug and a sloppy French kiss before groping my ass and running out to catch the school bus. It was all very inappropriate, and I hoped it would be our morning ritual for a long time to come.

Nick scooped another spoonful of Honey Nut Cheerios into his mouth and smirked at my incestuous display of affection with his little brother. I was finding it hard to look at my firstborn son without thinking about how handsome he was becoming. I could see the first hints of the man he would be one day.

"Were you able to get all your homework done?"

"I'll finish it in homeroom."

"I don't want your schoolwork to suffer because of all that's been going on lately." I poured some more orange juice in his glass.

"I'll get straight A's if that's what it takes to keep 'all that' going on."

He tugged on end of my sash, undoing the loose knot and causing my robe to fall open. He smiled when he saw that I was naked underneath. He pulled me closer and took one of my nipples into his mouth. Damn, that felt good.

"Don't get me started, honey," I pleaded weakly. "You have to finish breakfast and get to school, and I have to pack for our trip to Grandma's."

His hand slid up along the inside of my thigh. Nick shifted to my other nipple and slipped a finger inside me. I knew I should make him stop, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. My mind flashed back to the previous night when I'd had three cocks in me at once. I wasn't the kind of person who would do something like that. I always saw myself as a normal mother and housewife. But I was doing things no normal mother would do. I had insatiable desires no normal housewife should rightly have. I didn't know who I was anymore, and couldn't predict what exactly I was becoming. There was a faint voice deep inside me insisting that this couldn't go on, that it had to stop. But I was powerless to resist. My will could not rouse itself to oppose these transgressive behaviors that brought such unparalleled satisfaction. I was lost in a dream that I didn't want to wake up from.

"Honey, that feels good, but we can't right now...oh, sweet damn." His finger moved inside my pussy and my legs went weak. I wanted to pull his cock out of his pants and ride him right there at the breakfast table. "Nick...school..."

The more I protested the harder my son sucked my tit. His finger pumped in and out of me while his thumb found my clit. Shit, my boy was getting good at this. His other hand reached around and grabbed my ass. I shouldn't be encouraging this sort of behavior, but I wanted it more than I was willing to admit. The way he acted like he was now entitled to my body was both disturbing as a parent, and exhilarating as a woman. And the woman in me was definitely winning out over the mom.

"Okay, hurry up then," I moaned with a clenched jaw. "Make Mommy cum. Faster...yes...keep going...right there..." I ran my hand through his hair and fucked back against his ramming finger. His mouth and lips and tongue worked the tip of my tit madly. "Do it...make me cum...make Mommy's pussy cum! Ohhhh, fuuuuuck, yeeeeeessss!"

My knees buckled and I all but fell onto Nick. He caught me and held me, deftly nursing my cunt through the fleeting aftershocks of orgasm. I could feel how hard he was in his pants, but there was no time to fuck. Maybe I could write him a late note? No, if I started down that path things would quickly degenerate and I'd have him home from school every day servicing me. I might convince myself that this was a valid form of home schooling, but I doubt anyone else would agree. I had to maintain some degree of adult responsibility for his sake.

"Okay...all right...whew...thanks, sweetheart." I stood, a little wobbly, and put away the orange juice. I didn't bother closing my robe, preferring instead to leave my tits and pussy on display for my attentive son to enjoy. I turned in time to see him sucking his finger clean and then digging into the last of his cereal. "You're going to scare the girls with that big bulge in your pants."

"The girls might be scared, but my Miss Harlen won't be." He gave me a saucy wink. Miss Harlen was a young math teacher with a nice figure and a cute face that all the boys had a crush on.

"Oh, you think so?"

"How else am I going to get those straight A's?"

It's a good thing he laughed after saying that or I'd be worried that I'd created a monster. I leaned over him and gripped his hard-on through his jeans.

"This cock is mine, mister. No one else gets it unless I say so, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," he answered, trying to keep a straight face.

"That goes for that hot slut Kayla, too. Understand? That tight little virgin pussy of hers doesn't get this meaty fuck stick without my permission."

"Meaty fuck stick?" Nick had to fight to keep milk from shooting out his nose. I thought he'd get a kick out of that.

"You heard me." I gave his dick a playful smack and took his bowl to the sink.

Nick drained his glass of juice, scooped up his backpack, and came to give me a kiss goodbye. Like his brother, there was plenty of tongue, then a sharp slap on my bare ass before he trotted out the door with a sizeable tent in his pants. I would have never predicted my life would be anything like this, but I was loving every second of it.

The rest of the day was as normal as anyone could expect. To a casual observer, we would have appeared to be a regular suburban family with busy lives like anyone else. I ran errands most of the day, then did the packing for our weekend trip. Evan ended up at the office later than he expected, having been saddled with entertaining a trio of potential investors. Timmy got home from school, rushed through his chores and was off with his friends before I had a chance to see him. And Nick stayed after school again. He came home for a quick shower and change of clothes before heading out on a date with Kayla McJuggyTits. I really needed to stop being jealous of that girl. It wasn't her fault she had such a nice set of big, luscious melons.

By the time I climbed into bed next to Evan that night he was already half asleep.

"Long day, huh?" I cuddled up against him. I could smell the beer on his breath from his evening out with the investors. That turned me on. It's what a man should smell like.

"Hmm? Yeah." He was ready to doze off.

I reached into his boxers and fondled his soft dick and balls. "How about Mr. Happy?"

"Good Lord, woman. You were up half the night getting it every which way. I figured you'd be satisfied for a week, not to mention sore as hell."

"My butthole is a little tender, and my pussy feels like it's had a good workout, but it seems like the more sex I get the hornier it makes me."

"You've become a bona fide nymphomaniac, you know that?"

"Is that a bad thing?" I nibbled his earlobe and squeezed his floppy penis. It was growing as I played with it, but I could tell it wasn't going to make much progress.

"It is, if I can't keep up with you." His eyelids drooped. My cock massage was doing more to relax him than excite him at that point.

"Would it be okay with you if I went downstairs and fucked Nick? He fingered me before school this morning and I've been thinking about riding his dick all day."

A brief smile crossed my husband's lips. I could tell he liked hearing that. "You don't have to ask my permission, hon. You can fuck the boys whenever...you want." He was drifting off. "Be sure...cum in your pussy..."

I waited a minute before getting up to make sure he was soundly asleep. I was about to run downstairs and immediately hop on my son's cock, but then I decided to change into something sexy first. I stripped out of my PJs and began rummaging through my drawers. There wasn't much beyond my everyday bras and panties. He'd already seen the few bits of lingerie I owned. I really needed to go shopping. That's when I found something crumpled up in the back of my bottom drawer that I'd forgotten all about.

I took out the red wad of flimsy lace and untangled it. It was something I'd bought who knows how many years ago for Valentine's Day. It looked seductively cute on the model in the picture, but it came off as somewhat tacky on a real woman like me. I remembered feeling foolish wearing it. Evan said he loved it, but I got out of it as soon as I could that night and never put it on again. I figured I may as well try it on, and if it still made me look like a pathetic wanna-be porn reject I'd just go down to Nick's room naked. Naked was always in style.

The "bra" went on first, but it wasn't much of a bra. It was basically two rings of red fluff that I put my tits through, and two red elastic strings - one to go around my neck, and one for around my back. Next I pulled on the matching panties. Again, to call these things panties was an overstatement. It was little more than a couple pieces of sheer red fabric with a fluffy red waistband. It was, of course, crotchless - aggressively so, I might add. I hitched them up as high as I could to make them fit snug, and checked myself in the mirror.

My first reaction was to laugh. But on giving myself a second look, it wasn't half bad. The red fuzz framed my tits nicely, bringing out the deep brown of my areoles. I turned and checked out my butt. The slit in the crotch of the panties went almost all the way up the back so my entire ass crack was on display. I leaned forward far enough to take a quick peek at my recently de-virginized asshole. Temptingly delightful.

I checked myself out from the front again, gave my pussy a couple of frisky slaps, and decided that I looked pretty danged hot for a middle-aged mom who'd been up half the night getting gang-banged by her family. All that was left was to find the right shoes to complete the ensemble. I went through half-a-dozen pairs and nothing was working. Then I came across a sassy pair of ankle boots with spike heels that I wore only once ages ago. They hurt my feet something fierce after about five minutes of walking, but they were so devastatingly slutty I couldn't bring myself to return them.

After tugging on the boots, I gave myself another once over in the mirror. Yeah, I would totally fuck me! I headed down the stairs holding onto the railing, knowing that in about a minute my toes were going to start getting viciously pinched. I planned to be on my back with my legs in the air in about two minutes, so I wasn't going to let a little pain slow me down.

I tapped on Nick's door and strode in. He looked up from the notebook he was writing in, and his face immediately lit up. I gave him my best Playboy pose, hoping I didn't look too silly doing it.

"Damn, Mom, you look sexy as fuck!"

"Not too corny?"

"Not at all. Stay just like that." He reached for his cell phone and held it up.

I covered my naked nips and puss. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

"C'mon, Mom, I have to have a pic of you to jerk off to."

"You can jerk off to the real thing whenever you want."

"What if you're not around? Just one, Mom, it's no big deal."

"Someone could see it. We could get in a lot of trouble."

"I won't get your face in the picture, just your body. Your smokin' sexy body. Just one. Please, Mom."

I knew it was risky, but to tell the truth I kind of wanted to show off for the camera. "As long as you're the only one who will ever see it." I moved my hands away from my tits and crotch. I put my hands on my hips and struck a little pose. He snapped a pic.

"Wait, that one came out too blurry." Nick snapped another. "Awesome. Turn around."

"You said just one."

"Yeah, one from the front and one from the back."

I shook my head at his slick tactics. How he hadn't talked Kayla out of her bra yet was a mystery. I turned around, bent forward a little and thrust my ass out toward him. I heard the simulated shutter, then without thinking I dropped down into a squat. I could feel the fabric of my extremely crotchless panties part wide. Another pic was snapped.

Standing, I turned and gave my son as sultry a look as I could manage. Snap. I squatted again, my knees wide apart, laying my hands on my inner thighs and slowly licking my lips. Snap, snap.

"Squeeze your tits for me, Mom."

I did as my photographer ordered without argument. I grabbed my tits from below and hefted them up. Snap. I lifted one higher, reached out with my tongue until the tip of it touched my nipple. Snap. I mashed them together. Snap. I pinched both my nipples. Snap. This was going too far. I needed to stop. I leaned forward and let my boobs dangle. Snap.

"Can I get a close up?"

"Of what?" I asked, as if I didn't know.

"Your pussy."

"Just one?"

He nodded. I leaned back with my legs apart and made sure the opening in the crotch of my red panties was wide enough. Nick crawled off his bed onto the floor and held his phone about two feet from my exposed pussy. Snap. That sound sent a quiver through my clit.

"One more," he insisted and moved the camera closer. Snap. I spread my outer lips. Snap, snap. I slipped a finger in my hole. Snap. I pulled the hood of my clit back as far as I could. Snap. I turned onto my hands and knees. Snap. I ran a finger along the length of my slit. Snap. I grabbed both my ass cheeks and spread them. Snap. Snap, snap.

"Okay, Nick, time for you to put the camera down and fuck me. Mommy needs your cock right now. I want you inside me."

Nick had his cock out of his shorts in a matter of seconds and plunged it directly into my open cunt in one assertive thrust. Sweet Mother of Sin, that felt fucking good!

'That's what I'm talking about," I groaned. "Give it to me, sweetheart."

Nick grabbed onto my hips and began humping me from behind. My whole body jolted with each forceful lunge. Our bodies slammed together with a satisfying slap. It was exactly what I'd been dreaming about all day. Some pure, raw, down and dirty fucking.

"Don't hold back, baby. Fuck Mommy's pussy hard. There you go. Harder!"

My son was giving it everything he had. His cock pounded into me as fast as he could manage. My face was getting pushed into the dirty carpet, and I could feel my knees starting to get rug burned, but that only made it better. It made me feel like such a filthy slut getting banged senseless on the floor of my son's bedroom. I was becoming addicted to that feeling.

"How's that, Mom? Am I fucking your pussy hard enough for you?" He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head back, and pushed himself to even greater intensity.

I'd never been fucked that hard in my life. I'd never been treated like such a lowly piece of fuck meat before. I'd never wanted to be nothing more than a warm wet hole for someone. And that someone was my son, of all people. I couldn't tell him how much I wanted to be his whore; how he could do whatever he wanted with me; how I was becoming a slave to his cock. He wasn't ready for that. He was still too young to handle it. I didn't know if I could handle it myself.

"Cum inside me!" I cried, not caring if anyone upstairs could hear my yells. "Shoot it in Mommy's cunt! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck my cunt, I'm cumming! Mm..mm..mm! Oooooooh!"

While I was screaming through my orgasm, Nick was doing the same at his end. He gave me a series of fierce thrusts, penetrating me as far as humanly possible, and injecting my cunt with every drop of sperm he could muster.

"Holy fuck, Mom, that was amazing. My head's spinning." Nick pulled out and tumbled to the floor next to me, wheezing for air. I stayed on my knees with my ass and pussy up in the air, enjoying the elation infusing every part of me.

We stayed like that for several minutes. I flexed my inner muscles after a time and felt my son's gooey wad spill out of my pussy and run along my slit. It dripped down onto the carpet, adding to the filth. Absolutely perfect.

"Honey, can you get one of your cum rags and wipe my pussy for me?"

"Sure, Mom."

Nick crawled over and got a clean one off the stack next to his bed. He came up behind me and gently dabbed at my recently abused puss. Being attended to in such an intimate way by my son gave me a strangely warm feeling in my chest. After he'd gotten most of it cleaned up, he gave my swollen twat a loving kiss, and briefly teased my protruding clit with his tongue.

"Thanks, sweetie." I was beyond relaxed, and could have fallen asleep right there, but I needed more. "Help me up onto the bed."

I could have gotten there myself, but it was more fun having my son all but lift me up and lay me on his bed.

"Do you want this outfit on or off?"

He looked me over with a lascivious gleam in his eye. "Keep the top and the boots, but lose the bottoms."

I straightened out my legs. "You take them off."

Nick took hold of the fluffy waistband and worked the comical-yet-sexy undies down over my hips, along my legs and over my feet. He then hung them on his bedpost like some type of trophy. My son next put his hands between my knees and firmly spread them apart. I offered no resistance at all. He looked at me lying there with my legs splayed open - his mother's sweaty, sticky cunt willingly exposed to him.

"I like the way you look at my pussy," I said.

"I can't get enough of it. I don't think I'll ever find anything in the world that's sexier."

"You're still young. There's a lot you haven't seen yet." Despite my words, I secretly hoped what he said would stay true. I liked the idea of my cunt setting the standard for his concept of what's sexy.

I reached for the lamp on his side table. "On or off?"

"On!" He was quick to answer.

His notebook was there on his nightstand. "What were you writing when I came in?"

"Nothing! Just homework."

I could tell when he was lying. I picked up the notebook and glanced at it. "Looks like a poem to me. And a love poem at that."

His cheeks reddened. "It's stupid." He snatched it out of my hands and tossed it toward a corner of the room.

"It's not stupid at all. Girls love to get poems from their boyfriends." I put out my arms and coaxed him to lie down with me. He settled in with a cheek pressed against my breast, and I held him close. "You've got a lot of new feelings going on, and it's important to try out different ways to express them. Plus, a good poem is likely to get you into her pants faster than anything else."

"Geez, Mom, is everything about sex with you?" He kissed the side of my boob.

I gave his ribs a tickle. "Everything is about sex for everyone. All the great works of man are little more than some horny guy's attempt to impress a woman so he can get into her panties."

"No way."

"The Eiffel Tower? A giant penis. Empire State Building? Giant penis. Rocket to the moon? Giant penis."

"The Pyramids?"

"Very oddly shaped penises. Possibly butt plugs."

"I have the weirdest mom ever."

"Lucky for you."

Nick's fingers traced lazy circles across my tummy. Occasionally his hand would slide down and his fingers would twine through my pubic hair, before returning to my belly. I played with his hair and scratched his back lightly with my fingernails. If I had to choose a single moment to define what love was, this would be it.

"So how did your date with Kayla go?"

"Good."

"Did you get any?"

"A little. I got my hand up under her bra during the movie."

"That's something."

"She got scared that someone would see and made me stop after only about twenty seconds."

"I bet she liked it. She's probably at home in her bed right now thinking about it and masturbating her virgin pussy like a nasty little sex kitten."

"That would be cool."

Nick's fingers glided up and down along my inner thigh. At the top of each stroke he toyed with my pussy lips for a few moments before resuming. It was divine torture.

"So what's the deal for this weekend?" he asked, breaking the warm silence.

"We're going to Grandma's house. Staying overnight and coming home on Sunday."

"No, I mean what's the deal about the sex. Grandma sucked me off last time she was here, and she knows me and you are doing it. Are we supposed to not say anything? Or should I just whip out my schlong as soon as we walk through the door?"

"Grandma would probably get a kick out of that, but I'm thinking we should play it cool at first." I couldn't take the teasing any more. I rolled on top of Nick, straddled his hips, and found the tip of his cock with my opening. I eased myself down onto his cock until he was firmly seated in my intimately wet embrace. "Dad and I are going to talk to Grandma and tell her about everything that's been going on with us."

"Everything?"

"Is there something you don't want her to know?"

"You're not worried that she'll have a heart attack when you tell her that I had my dick in your pussy while Timmy had his dick in your ass and Dad had his in your mouth?"

I gave him a nice kiss. "I think we'll find it's unlikely we can do anything that will shock your grandmother." I moved up and down on Nick's gloriously hard cock. "There's more to that old gal than meets the eyes."

"From the way she sucked my dick, I think you're probably right."

"Are you hoping Grandma will give you another blowjob this weekend?"

"I definitely wouldn't mind." He pushed himself up into me to meet my downward slide.

"What if she wants you to fuck her, Nick? Would you fuck your grandma?"

"Sure, if she wants it."

"I know she wants it." I pushed down and turned my hips, grinding my clit against Nick's pubic bone. "Will you let me watch? Will you let me masturbate my pussy while I watch you fuck your grandmother?"

"Yes," he breathed. His eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy, and he reached for my tits. "That would be so fucking hot."

"What if your grandpa wants to fuck me?" I lifted up on my son's cock and got a shiver of pleasure from the juicy slurping sound it made. "What if Grandpa is fucking your mother right next to you while you're fucking Grandma? Would you like that?"

"Shit, Mom, you're going to make me cum from saying this stuff."

"Oh, my. We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?" I began riding slow and steady, pushing my chest down to his mouth so he could suck on my nipples. "We wouldn't want you to cum thinking about your father fucking his own mom right in front of you. Or imagining seeing Grandma eat my pussy while Timmy fucks your Mommy's asshole."

As I said this I took one of Nick's hands and moved it to my backside. I pressed it into my ass crack and shifted it down low until he realized what I wanted. His middle finger found my anus and he gingerly applied pressure against it. I relaxed and his finger easily entered me. I squeezed his wrist, guiding his finger in deeper. There it was!

Nick couldn't say anything with his mouth full of tit, so I continued rattling away on my own.

"I want all of that, Nick. I want it so bad." I was fucking him harder, making sure that his finger stayed buried in my butthole. "I want to suck Grandma's pussy. I want to taste her cunt. I want you to jack off all over your grandmother's pussy, then I want to lick your cum off her twat while you finger fuck me."

Nick couldn't hold out any longer and for the second time that night he unleashed a flood of semen into his mother's vagina. Seconds later I was cumming, too. Nipples, clit, pussy, asshole - all were being stimulated simultaneously, bringing me to a climax of depraved pleasure.

"Ahhh! You mother cunt fucker!" I yelled out in mindless ecstasy.

I threw my head back as the orgasmic spasms seized me and that's when I spotted Timmy at the basement window whacking away like a maniac. The second I realized what I was looking at spurts of white fluid began pelting the glass of the window from outside. The only thing I saw after that was a thumbs up, and he was gone. I had no idea he was spying on us - the little perv. I wished I had known, it would have made it even more exciting.

My son pulled his finger out of my ass. "Shit, Mom, you're going to wake up the whole neighborhood."

"It's not my fault that you're such a good mother cunt fucker." I lay on top of him, feeling the intense heat coming off his naked skin.

"Actually, it is your fault when you think about it," he defended himself, wrapping his arms around me with his cock still socketed deep in my pussy hole.

"In that case, let's not think about it."

I woke up to a dark room. I must have fallen asleep right there on top of my son with his cock still inside me. Nick was asleep next to me, his hand cupped over one of my tits. I carefully slipped out of his bed and headed upstairs to my bed. On the way I felt a patch of dried cum on my belly that hadn't been there before. Why did I get the sense that my son had fucked me one more time after I'd conked out? It should have made me upset, but instead it gave me a happy feeling that danced gleefully up the center of my back. My legal opinion was that it can't be considered rape as long as I consent after the fact.

Don was up early the next morning. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower after he was done. The hot water revived me a little, but I had the feeling I'd be snoozing in the car most of the way to the in-laws'. If I was smart I would have made sure I was better rested for this coming weekend.

I started getting dressed, then realized I needed to get the boys up. I went down the hall to Timmy's room in just my underwear. I walked in after a quick knock and found him pulling on my pair of peach colored undies that I had worn the other day. He must have rescued them from the hamper. One of my bras and two more pairs of my used panties were laid out on his bed.

"Hey, Mom," he greeted me with a sheepish grin. "Do these panties make me look fat?"

"Smart ass." I went and stood behind him, looking over his shoulder at the two of us standing in his full-length mirror. "They look nice on you," I said and ran my hand over his satin-covered stiffness. "I can buy some for you, if you'd like."

"No," he answered, leaning back into me. "I like them because they're yours."

"Then it looks like I'm going to have to buy some more for me." I kissed his neck and shoulder.

"Nick probably thinks I'm gay because of how I like your stuff."

"He sees how much you like Mommy's pussy. He knows you're not gay."

"But what if I am...at least a little?"

"Just because you like the way my panties feel?"

"There's that, but also other things." He didn't want to meet my eyes in the mirror. "I've been thinking a lot about dicks lately."

"Me too." My joke didn't get the desired reaction out of him. I tried to be serious. "Tell me what you've been thinking."

"I don't know. I saw the way you were giving blowjobs the other night, and it looked like it would be fun to do that." He turned and hugged me, hiding his face between my breasts. "I've been thinking about wanting to suck Dad's cock."

I tried not to let on how shocked I was to hear this. I also didn't want him to know how titillated I was by the possibility of it. I began to feel guilty that maybe I was somehow transferring my fantasies onto my impressionable youngest son.

"Okay, well...there's nothing wrong with that, sweetie. Nothing you should feel bad about." I honestly wasn't sure what to tell him.

"I don't want to be gay, Mom, but I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like." His hands slid up under my panties, and Timmy held each of my butt cheeks tightly. "I liked it when I got to touch Dad's dick, and Nick's, too. It was awesome seeing Dad lick my jizz out of your pussy. I tried tasting my own cum last night. It was weird, but I liked it." He pulled my hips tighter against him and rubbed his cock against my crotch.

"It sounds like you've got a lot going on in that horny head of yours. We don't have time to sort it all out this morning, but there's nothing for you to be worried about. There's nothing wrong with the feelings you're having, and we'll work it all out as soon as we have a chance. Right now you've got to get your stuff together so we can get going." I let him continue grinding himself against me. "It might be best for you to talk with your Dad about this. He might understand what you're going through better than me."

Timmy didn't say anything. He was breathing heavily into my breasts, and humping against me with increasing urgency. I knew it would be quicker to let him finish than to try to pull him off me. In less than a minute his hands gripped my ass hard, and he let out a relieved whimper. When he stepped back there was a big wet spot covering the front of the panties he was wearing, and a smaller spot on the ones I was wearing.

"Feeling better?" I kissed him on the cheek, and he gave a quick nod in return. "Okay, then, get dressed and get downstairs before Dad begins threatening to leave without us." As I left his room I saw him stuffing my underthings in his backpack, and pulling his jeans on over the cum-soaked panties he had on. Ah, boys!

True to my prediction I was zonked out before we got to the end of the block. The four hour drive went by in an instant, and I didn't wake up until everyone was piling out in front of Grandma's house. My mother-in-law was on the front porch doing her happy dance and waving for us to hurry in.

There was a flurry of kisses, and hugs, and greetings, and all the usual arrival chatter. Evan and his dad set about bringing our bags in to the guest room. The boys ran out to the back yard to stretch their legs and make some noise after the long drive. My mother-in-law drew me into the kitchen with her and put me to work getting lunch on the table for everyone. As we were bustling about she whispered in my ear that we needed to talk later. I wanted to ask her about what, but her sly wink told the story.

The men and boys eventually piled into the kitchen and gorged themselves on sandwiches, potato salad, chips, soda, dill pickles, and Grandma's famous chocolate cake. After they had stuffed themselves, my dad grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge and they all headed out for a serious game of horseshoes. I helped Evan's mom clean up and put away the leftovers, then we made our way to the living room sofa. We exchanged the usual small talk for a few minutes, and then she cut right to the chase.

"I've thought a lot about our day at the lake."

The way she was looking at me left no doubt that she was specifically referring to how we'd masturbated together in the privacy of the woods, and the fact that she ate me out right there on the spot.

"And what exactly have you been thinking?" I responded coyly.

"About how much I enjoyed our special time together." My mother-in-law was obviously as horny as I was at that moment. "And whether or not you felt the same."

"I...I enjoyed it, too." I wanted her to jump me right then and there and tear my clothes off. "Very much so."

"No regrets? Second thoughts?"

"I'd never done anything like that before, so naturally I had to wonder..."

"Naturally." I had the sneaking suspicion that Julie was mentally undressing me as we spoke. She already knew I couldn't resist her, and was just waiting for the right moment to pounce.

"But I really did enjoy it, and...and it would be nice if it happened again."

"I'm happy to hear that." My mother-in-law's hand moved to her breast. She casually stroked her fingers over the spot above where her nipple was. "Evan told me how close you two are getting with the boys."

"It all seems to be happening so fast, and yet not fast enough." I gave in and began caressing the tips of my own breasts as well.

"I know that feeling." Julie watched me touching my breasts and began undoing the buttons of her shirt. "I envy you. Giving your boys the gift of your body. Watching them discover and experience true sexual fulfillment for the first time." She opened her shirt, exposing her bra-clad tits.

"It has been a little scary for me, but...exciting."

"I bet it has." She scooped one breast out of its cup, then the other. "Teaching my son how to fuck was probably the best sex I've ever had in my life."

"Were you Evan's first?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?" My mother-in-law pinched one of her nipples and twirled it between her thumb and forefinger as we talked like there was nothing unusual about it."

"It's just that...I took my both my sons' virginity. I'm worried that they may resent me for that."

"Trust me, you're more worried about it than they are. Nick and Timmy will only grow to appreciate at it all the more as they get older." Julie massaged her tit with casual openness. "Your husband never regretted that his first pussy was his mom's."

"I'm glad that it was." I couldn't resist any longer.

I shifted closer, leaned across the sofa, and took one of my mother-in-law's nipples between my lips. Julie's hands rested on the back of my head, gently pressing me against her chest.

"It's about time. Mmmm, that's nice..." Julie let me suckle her for a time, apparently not worried about one of the guys coming in and discovering us. "There you go," she cooed, kissing the top of my head. "That's my good girl."

"I've never sucked another woman's breasts before," I said, moving to her other nipple. "I love it."

I cupped my mother-in-law's tit, feeling its soft weight in my hand, as I ran my tongue around the surface of her areola. I could feel the delicate texture of her delicate flesh, the taut stiffness of her nub, and the warm acceptance of her most motherly offering. I sucked as if I were a nursing babe. Although there was no milk, I somehow felt nourished by this simple act. Julie held me and let me suckle her pleasingly pliant breasts until I was sated.

"I can't tell you how much I was looking forward to that." Julie carefully tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear as I looked up at her beaming face. "Are you as wet as I am right now?"

"Soaked."

"You ready to suck your first pussy?"

"Shouldn't we go upstairs?"

"Why not right here?"

"What if someone walks in?"

"Wouldn't that be something?" Julie unbuttoned her pants and slowly lowered the zipper. "Imagine your husband walking in and catching you eating out his mother's pussy on the living room sofa."

"It's just...I'm not sure..." I was having trouble holding my thoughts as she lowered her pants. She was wearing a tiny pair of sheer beige panties. The sensuous crease of her sex was easy to see through the transparent fabric, and the small strip of pubic hair gracing the swell of her womanly mound only accentuated the erotic effect.

"Let's review." She tossed her pants aside and began undoing my blouse. "You've had sex with your son Nick, yes?"

I nodded. The scent of her heated pussy reached up to me. My mouth watered as her fingers worked down the front of my shirt.

"And you fucked little Timmy?" Her question was clearly rhetorical. "Your husband knows you've had both your boys' cocks inside you." She slipped my top off of my shoulders. "He also knows you've spread your legs for me and have cum in my mouth." Her thumbs played over the surface of my bra, teasing my nipples beneath. "I told Don everything. He knows what a horny slut his sweet daughter-in-law really is." Julie pushed my bra straps aside and exposed my tits.

"He knows everything?" I echoed breathlessly.

"Everything." My mother-in-law leaned forward and kissed my lips. "You know that I sucked Nick's cock. You know that I used to fuck my own son." Her hands expertly caressed my breasts. Her knowing touch propelled me down untried avenues of pleasure. "And you must know that I desperately want to fuck my boy again." She pushed me back onto the sofa and began opening my pants. "I want him inside me again."

"He wants that, too, I think." I was so turned on that I was incapable of doing much beyond stating the obvious.

"I know he does." She eased my pants and panties down all together at once. "There's that cute little cunny I've been dreaming of." Julie planted a kiss just along the top fringe of my pubic hair. "Everybody knows everything now, my dear." She kissed a little lower. "No need for secrets." She nuzzled her nose in my tangle of dark hair and took in my intimate fragrance. "There's no need to worry about someone walking in and finding you licking my cunt, is there?"

"I guess not..."

"You talked to the boys, didn't you? They both know Grandma is planning on fucking them this weekend, right?"

"To be honest, I wasn't certain about exactly what was going to happen this weekend." I spread my legs, hoping she would take advantage of my receptivity. I no longer cared who might walk in on us.

"I know what I want to happen." She favored me with a fleeting kiss on my lower lips, leaving me anxious for more. "I've dreamed of fucking those boys of yours for as long as I can remember." Her tongue flicked the very tip of my clit. "I would change Nick's diaper and try to imagine what his cock would be like when he was bigger." Another teasing flick. "I would help Timmy in the bath, always making sure his tiny little erection was very, very clean." A long slow lick skimmed up my slit, but it wasn't nearly deep enough to satisfy. "And now they're all grown up. I want to suck them, and fuck them, and love them in all the ways I couldn't until now. I'm sure you understand that, don't you?"

"I do." I needed some sort of relief, so I began massaging my own tits, twisting and tugging my nipples. "I never understood it before, but since I've been with my own sons I know there's nothing else like it. I've never felt more fulfilled as a woman or a mother."

"Nothing compares to the feeling of your son's cock inside you. Filling you up." Julie slipped out of her shirt and bra, leaving her in nothing but those insubstantial panties. "Having him on top of you, inside you, right back in there where it all started."

My mother-in-law leaned back at her end of the sofa. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. With one foot set on the floor, she lifted her other leg and rested it on the back of the couch. Her reclining figure exuded raw sexuality. Her hungry lust was undisguised. The wet crotch of her panties clung to every contour of her pronounced vulva. All that stood between my tongue and her mature, engorged pussy was that thin gossamer veil.

"Nothing is better than when they cum inside you," I said, joining in her incestuous testimonial. "That moment just before they release, then suddenly they're flooding you with everything they have. I can't get enough of it." I sat up and kissed my mother-in-law's leg just above the knee.

"It doesn't feel like that with any other man." Julie waited patiently as I kissed my way up her thigh. "I love my husband dearly, but he can never give me what I get from my son. We can't deny it, Kim. There's a connection we have with our boys that's unique." A soft moan escaped from deep in her chest as my lips approached her impassioned nexus. "They're part of us...and they always will be."

"I've always liked sex, but with Nick and Timmy I crave it." I kissed Julie's pussy through her saturated panties. The smell was intoxicating, and I could taste the barest essence of her on my lips. "I think about their cocks constantly. I want to see them and touch them as much as I can." I kissed again, pressing my lips into the translucent fabric. "I love watching them jerk off. I love showing off my body for them. And I love their cum more than I can tell you."

Julie pulled her tiny g-string aside, offering her bare cunt to me in no uncertain terms. "So you can imagine how excited I am for this weekend. I haven't had my baby's cum since before you two got married."

I kissed the smooth flesh of a woman's pussy for the very first time. My head swam when the reality of it hit me. Not only was I about to eat my first pussy, but that pussy belonged to my husband's mother. I probably should have been ashamed that this fact made it even more enticing for me.

"Their cum tastes so good, doesn't it? The way it feels in your mouth." I tried a little lick. "The anticipation of waiting for them to shoot it on you, then the shock when that blast of warm semen hits your face." I gave her another lick, longer and slower. "Knowing that I'm walking around with sperm from one, or both, of my sons wiggling around inside my pussy gives me the most perverse satisfaction."

"There's no going back for you, darling." Julie lifted her hips bringing her pussy up to meet my mouth. "You'll never stop wanting your sons' cocks. And they'll never stop wanting your pussy. You've given them the one cunt that's forbidden to them above all others. Nothing will ever match being inside mommy's vagina. Trust me."

I let my mother-in-law mash her ripe pussy against my mouth. The feel, the smell, taste - these were all new to me and I was trying not to let myself get overwhelmed. I pushed my tongue into her cleft and explored the soft flesh within. This is what it must have been like for the boys the first time I let them suck my pussy. I wanted to savor every second of it.

It seemed like I should have felt a pang of jealousy upon hearing Julie's words. Realizing that, for my husband, fucking me would never surpass the experience of fucking his mother should have at least bothered me. Instead, it had the opposite effect. Knowing that the best sex Evan ever had was probably with his mother, and knowing that he was going to finally get to experience that once again, and further knowing that there was a good chance that I was going to be witness to it, made me gloriously happy. I couldn't wait to see my husband slide his cock into his mom's pussy and fill her with his cum.

These thoughts quickly faded as I concentrated on what was in front of me at the moment. Julie's pussy was spread before me like an exotic flower. Her clit poked its pink little head from its hiding place. Her inner lips bowed to the sides, graphically betraying her elevated state of arousal. And right there was her moist opening, just inches from my mouth. Julie's slickened pussy hole flexed as I gazed at it, making it clear how much she was anticipating the moment my tongue dipped into that most private of spaces.

"Remember," I warned her, "I don't know anything about licking pussy."

"You may be surprised to find you know more than you think." She touched her wetness and brought a nectar-covered finger to her mouth. It was nice to see another woman enjoying the flavor of her own sex. "Just do what feels good and the rest will take care of itself."

Encouraged by her confidence in me, I lowered my face to her awaiting crotch and began eating my first pussy in earnest.

I was once again struck by the pillowy softness of her. I was so accustomed to the throbbing hardness of men and boys that the contrast was thrillingly novel. Then there was the taste of her. In the first seconds my mouth was suffused with the tang of my mother-in-law's lubricating juices. There was an underlying similarity to my own flavor that I could easily distinguish, but on top of that were a variety of distinctive notes that could only be unique to her.

Of course, in the moment I was not calmly analyzing the flavor textures of my mother-in-law's vagina - the only thoughts I was consciously aware of as it was happening were along the lines of: "Oh my God I'm eating a pussy! I'm actually sucking another woman's pussy! My mouth at this very second is literally pressed against a real, live pussy!" Only after the fact did I have the clarity of mind for reasoned introspection about the events of that afternoon.

But before that time came, I was busily teaching myself the art of cunnilingus as quickly and as intently as I could. I used my lips; kissing, sucking, gliding my mouth up and down. I used my tongue; teasing, licking, lapping. I tried side to side, and also going in circles. I focused on her clit, feeling its resilient hardness against my tongue like a plump pea. I focused on her opening, probing into her as far as I could. I sucked as much of one of her outer lips into my mouth as I could. I splayed her pussy open with my fingers and let my mouth roam. I licked the space below her slit, and passionately mouthed the area above. I was lost in her pussy.

"Oh, what a good little cunt sucker you are," Julie groaned.

I'd almost forgotten there was a person attached to the pussy I was so absorbed in, but her praise gave me a warm sensation. It made me oddly proud that I could give pleasure in this way; a feeling I never quite had with the guys. For the first time I believed that I could make a woman cum. I not only believed it, I was determined to do it.

I shifted my attention from me alone to the two of us in concert. I began paying attention to her body, her sounds, her movements. I gauged her reactions to what I was doing. Did she respond more when I sucked hard or lightly? Did she like it better when I kept my tongue tensed and stiff, or when it was relaxed and soft? What spots made her catch her breath? What spots brought no noticeable response? Long licks or quick flicks?

Once I'd worked my way through this series of experiments, I was ready to put my findings to the test. I fastened my mouth around the upper part of her pussy, encompassing the whole area around her clit. I sucked in a steady pulse of pull and release. I then added some tongue. Soft and relaxed. I swabbed it over her erect clitoris in a sweeping circle. Suck, swab, suck, swab. Julie's shuddering moan told me all I needed to know.

A consistent rhythm was key - I knew this from having been on the receiving end. Suck, swab, suck, swab. Her hips began rocking in time with my oral beat. She timed her push so her clit pressed up against my tongue at just the right moment in the cycle. Suck, push, swab, suck, push, swab. I could sense her orgasm building somewhere in her core, right up there deep in her guts. I knew the enviable place she was in and wanted more than anything to be the one to bring her where she was longing to go. Suck, push, swab, suck, push, swab.

"Such a good cunt sucker," she mumbled almost incoherently. "Eat that cunt for me...eat it just like that."

A dull ache was rising in my jaw, but I wasn't about to let that disrupt what I was about to achieve. Suck, push, swab, suck, push, swab. Blindly, I felt for her hole. I slipped my index finger in, turned my hand palm up, and searched for her g-spot. My fingertip skated over the slick surface of the roof of her vagina. Was that it? Maybe here? There was too much going on for me to be sure, so I simply began pumping my finger in and out as I pressed against that upper wall. Suck, push, swab, pump, suck, push, swab, pump. I had to be doing something right because it was only a matter of about ten seconds before I knew for certain I had hit on the magic combination.

"Okay! Oh, yeah! Right there, right there, that's it! I'm going to cum. You're going to make me cum. Make me fucking cum, girl!"

Everything sped up in those few final moments. The sucking, pushing, swabbing, and pumping seemed like they were all suddenly happening at once. My mother-in-law's keening cries of mounting pleasure drove me on. I couldn't let up. I went faster. I was sucking her pussy, licking her clit, finger fucking her cunt hole. I was eating pussy like a wild woman and loving every second of it. I was about to make another woman cum!

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" This series of guttural moans matched our rapid tempo that had reached its maximum possible fervor. "ffffffffffffff-UCK!" This final cry burst out of her and Julie's body began to spasm.

I tried to keep my mouth clamped where it was, but she was thrashing so much I had to pull my face away. I did manage to keep my finger buried inside her and was amazed and the strength with which her pussy contracted around it. I tried to imagine how good that must feel for a man's cock to be in there when all that is going on.

Her orgasm went on for several long seconds. I couldn't tell if it was one big one, or a whole set of cums strung together. It didn't matter - all I knew was that I was witnessing an exquisitely beautiful thing, and that I was lucky enough to be a part of it. I continued pumping my mother-in-law's pussy with my finger until she stilled my hand with hers, begging me to stop.

"Whew!" she exclaimed with a wide smile. "It's been a while since someone made me see stars like that."

"I guess I did okay for my first try?"

"If I didn't know better, I would have guessed you'd been eating pussy since before you could walk." Julie fanned herself with a magazine from the coffee table. "Damn, girl, that was fantastic. Get up here and give me a kiss."

I moved up her body until we were face to face. Our boobs pressed together, sending a new kind of thrill through me. Our lips touched and it was scintillating. We must have kissed each other on the cheek a thousand times, but this was different. Her tongue worked its way gently into my mouth, and I gave myself over to the experience. The idea that she was tasting her own juices on my tongue heightened the eroticism. Her tits rubbing against mine as we made out gave me goosebumps all up my arms. I could feel the heat from her pussy where my thigh was pressed between her legs.

"So? What did you think?" Julie asked slyly. "Your first muff diving expedition."

"I loved it...more than I ever imagined I would." I kissed her again. "Can we do it again?"

"Of course, dear. Whenever you like."

"Now?"

She couldn't keep from laughing at my eagerness. I felt a little foolish, like a child with a new toy, but I didn't care.

"My, my, you are a horny little thing." Her hands moved up the length of my body. I could tell she liked the feel of me. "I'm not one to turn down a free pussy licking. How about we move this party to the floor where we'll have more room to work?"

We went to the center of the living room and she had me lie down on my back. My mother-in-law stood over me, looking down at my nakedness. Her eyes caressed my nipples, my belly, my thighs. There was no effort on her part to hide the lust she was feeling. Julie reached over and plucked a throw pillow from the chair and tucked it under my head. Once she was satisfied that I was comfortable, she stood with her feet set apart at either side of my head, then squatted down bringing her pussy right to my mouth. Her aim was flawless, and I immediately set in once again on her delicious cunt.

After less than a minute, Julie shifted. She came down onto her knees and leaned forward. Her hands parted my thighs, and seconds later her head was between my legs. The moment she latched onto my sex-enraged clit, my body convulsed and I nearly bucked her off. More spontaneous spasms rocked my body as she continued licking and sucking at my most sensitive spots. A pussy in my mouth and a mouth on my pussy. It seemed impossible that heaven could be any better than this.

There was too much going on for me to concentrate on any one thing for long. Between Julie's juices and my saliva, her pussy was becoming all slobbery. It was spectacular. The tips of my mother-in-laws long nipples were hanging down and sketching tiny circles on my tummy. It was the sexiest tickle there could be. Her tummy was brushing against the peaks of my tits, sending wave after wave to happy tingles across my bare flesh. My hands were kneading her ass, then gliding along the smooth skin of her flanks, then grabbing and fondling her breasts. It was all too much, and yet I couldn't get enough!

"I told you they'd probably start without us."

The sound of a deep male voice startled me. A misplaced panic jolted me. We'd been caught! I had to cover up, to hide, to come up with an excuse! Julie continued eating my pussy without interruption. My instant gut reaction gave way to rational assessment. I wasn't in trouble. Evan knew I planned on having sex with his mother this weekend, and I'm sure they'd talked about it as well. My father-in-law was well aware of the situation and enthusiastically approved. As Julie had reasonably pointed out earlier, there really was nothing I needed to hide from my family. I was free to be as perverse and depraved as I wanted without fear of judgment or shame from any of the people closest to me.

I returned to sucking my mother-in-law's cunt with a series of unnecessarily loud slurps.

"Nevermind what's going on in here, you two horndogs," Julie scolded her husband and son. "We're just having a little girl talk."

"I didn't hear much talking when we came in," Evan said with a chuckle, "how 'bout you, Dad?" I couldn't see him from my vantage between Julie's thighs, but it sounded like he was in a spot where he'd have a great view of his mother licking his wife's pussy.

"Put those things away and let us finish," my 69-partner barked at the men before returning her mouth to my coochie.

"I think we'll stick close in case you ladies need any help." That was Don's voice, and it sounded like it was just above me.

I opened my eyes and saw my father-in-law standing over me with his cock out of his pants. He was massaging it casually with his hand while he surveyed the scene of debauchery below him. Don was seeing me naked for the first time. I couldn't help feeling simultaneously embarrassed and excited by this prospect. Based on the way his cock was growing longer and harder by the second, I had to assume he liked what he saw.

I shot him a friendly wink and went back to sucking off his wife. At the same time, Julie was amping up her technique down between my legs. I suspected she was trying to put on a good show for Evan, who was probably jacking himself to the sight of his mom eating me out. After having my boys clumsily work over my pussy for the past week, it was a real treat to have Julie's expert mouth tending to my cunt.

Her tongue was quick and sure, finding all the right places at just the right time. She flicked my clit with fluttering licks, then clamped her lips around it and sucked. Her tongue never stopped moving. It was an oral dance skillfully choreographed to bring me off as proficiently as possible. I loved this woman more and more with every passing second.

I shouldn't have been self-conscious after all the things I'd done in front of the boys, but for some reason I was shy cumming with my father-in-law there to see. I knew it was silly, but I still held back a little as Julie coaxed my orgasm out of me. My brain short-circuited, and I gave myself over to the sparkling effervescence she invoked with her mouth. I wanted to scream, and grunt, and thrash about madly, but I contained my response as best as I could so as not to make a spectacle of myself. Even with my attempts to show restraint, a low moan of animal satisfaction escaped from me as my whole body tensed up as I came.

As soon as the euphoria began to wane, I re-acquainted myself with the mature pussy hovering inches above my face. I did my best to mimic her experienced ministrations, but I knew it was only a weak shadow of her oral artistry. Nonetheless, I stayed focused on the basics and in a matter of minutes my mother-in-law was once again cumming on my tongue.

Before she finished riding out her orgasm, the men were giving us a round of applause. Julie gave my pussy a big kiss then stood. She reached down and gave me a hand up. I had to hold onto her until the dizzy feeling in my head passed. There we stood in the middle of the living room, both of us stark naked, with our husbands close by, each holding his hard dick in his hand.

"I have a feeling that this weekend is going to be better than I hoped for," Julie said, eyeing her son's cock. "Would anyone mind if Evan and I ran upstairs for a few minutes?"

My husband was trying not to let his excitement show, but I knew him well enough to see that he couldn't wait to be alone with his mother after all these years.

"You two go ahead," I said. "I'm sure Don and I can find some way to entertain ourselves."

"Come along," Julie reached out and took Evan's hand. "We have some catching up to do, sonny boy."

It was a strange sight: my naked mother-in-law gracefully leading her son up the stairs with his cock poking out of his pants and bouncing stiffly as they went. I was truly excited for him, but disappointed I wouldn't be in the room for their sexual reunion. Once they were out of sight, I became very conscious of my father-in-law's appraising gaze. He couldn't keep his eyes from roaming over my bare tits and naked pussy. His hand was still working his dick just enough to make it feel good without the risk of cumming before he wanted to.

"Nice cock," I said to break the ice.

"Thanks." He nodded toward me. "Nice everything."

I don't know why, but I gave him a playful little curtsy in reply. I can't deny that I was enjoying his lustful attention. I'd caught him checking me out several times in the past, but I'd never seen him look at me with such undisguised lechery before.

"Any chance you'd let me suck it?" I asked in my most innocent voice.

"I never say no to a lady."

"Such a gentleman."

I knelt down in front of him and sized up the situation before me. He was about as big as Evan, but there were enough subtle differences between the two of them that there was no doubt I was about to experience a new cock. My father-in-law let go of his shaft and turned his penis over to me. I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a few measured strokes. I held it up and inspected his balls. They were shaved, nice and plump, hanging loose and relaxed. I gave his nuts a casual fondle: warm and soft. They were a little sweat