Well, most things except for the Lambo.
He'd fucked up big time in Colorado and got himself charged as an accessory to grand theft auto. His lawyer had succeeded in cutting him a plea deal, Unfortunately, at sentencing the judge had been dubious of Paul's insistence that he'd believed his roommate's claim that the Huracán under the tarp in the backyard was legit, a gift from a landscaping client who owned a golf course.
The judge's skepticism deeply wounded Paul. But even there he caught a break, drawing probation and being assigned Marguerite Ferrante as his probation officer. The speculative gleam in the older woman's dark eyes as she'd looked him up and down at their first meeting told him all that he needed to know.
Michael accused Paul of bragging about his success with women. It was a fair cop. But it was no mere boast that he could use his charm to get his way with all kinds of women. He'd not fully appreciated it in his younger years, but once forced to live by his wits he quickly came to rely upon it. Wherever he found himself, he could get what he needed, and a lot of what he wanted, from one chick or another.
And so it was that, halfway through his second appointment with Ms. Ferrante, he had her naked on her knees on the worn vinyl floor of her office. He spent the next hour sprawled in a metal folding chair, sinking his cock to the bottom of her throat as she hummed and slobbered contentedly around it.
After that, Maggie had paid for cheap hotel rooms where she could enjoy her newest young stud at her leisure. She had pert, small tits with deep brown nipples and a big round ass that gyrated like a bar blender while she sucked cock, and Paul was soon putting those magic hips to their proper use when plunging his prick into the creamy furnace of her cunt. In the process, he had an epiphany: older women were better fucks. Maggie combined a naturally sensual temperament with decades of sluttish experience. She was always at a low simmer, ready to seize any opportunity to sample hard young cock-meat. She knew her body and her tastes. She climaxed frequently during fucking, without shyness, shame, or hesitation. The etched lines of her face were full of character and life--to witness her in moments of orgasmic bliss was a turn-on all by itself. Fucking her was way different and so much better than screwing the girls back at school, or the young waitresses and gym bunnies and housewives that he usually hooked up with.
Maggie reminded Paul of his mother. There was little physical resemblance, but they both were frank and wise and each held power over him. He'd nursed his lust for Mom as long as he'd been getting hard-ons. He took to pretending that Maggie was Becca whenever he had his cock in her hot fuckholes. When she squealed and cussed and demanded more, harder, faster, he heard Becca's voice.
So when Michael had texted the news that Mom and Dad were splitting up, Paul's mind was set. Maggie was bent over her battered desk with his dick up her ass while she signed the permit for him to travel out of state for a family emergency. The only "emergency" was his urgency to be fucking his mother's cunt while she whined and begged him for more.
Mom's pussy was still on the menu, but he was satisfied to have her suck him off for a while. Impatient with her mouthing only his cock-head, he thrust his hips upward to push a few inches more of his fuck-rod past her lips. "Get with it, Mom. I know you can't take the whole thing, but you can do better than that."
Paul's challenge rang in Becca's ears. With fierce resolve, she stretched her jaw wide and swallowed as much of his cock as she could. She got nearly half of his fuckshaft into her mouth, purring as his enormous knob glided smoothly down her cum-lubed throat. Goddamn, his cock was a thick one.
She promised herself that she wouldn't swallow her own son's jism. That would be too much. But she would sure as hell prove that she could take anything he dished out if she only chose to.
Sweet contractions rippled along her fuck-channel as she worked her mouth down Paul's cock, gently nibbling at the taut, silky flesh of his stalk as she took more. She bobbed her head on him, swallowing a few more inches with every repetition. Her desire to cram all of his massive prick down her gullet was not just lust. She wanted to impress him, to prove that she was better than any of the spread-legged bitches he's scored in his wanderings.
And when she refused to let him cum in her mouth, then he'd be sorry that he'd mocked her.
The vision of Paul helplessly shooting semen into empty air while she watched gleefully spurred Becca's efforts. Finally, her lips brushed against the close-clipped hair of his stomach. She'd done it! She flattened her tongue against the underside of his pole and slowly raised her head, dragging her wet lips up its veined surface. With only his glans in her mouth, she took a long, deep breath through her nose before abruptly plunging downward again to capture most of his cock inside her spasming throat.
He cursed and twisted on the mattress. Her sense of mastery was like fresh fuel poured onto Becca's fiery libido. A stream of pussy-juice crawled down her inner thigh. She'd never in her life wanted fucking this much. She could have come from the slightest touch of her finger on her clit. She'd have taken on any nameless stranger who walked into the room.
Anyone, that was, other than her own sons.
Paul pistoned his hips up and down, straining to follow his mother's bobbing head. She vaguely sensed that he was close to cumming, but couldn't stop herself from obsessively plunging up and down, molding her clinging lips to his iron-hard cock. Faster, and faster, taking him balls deep on every stroke...
"Eee-ow!" Paul yelled. He thrashed violently and clutched at her hair. She batted his hand away. "I'm there! Do it, Mom! Do it!"
"Wait!" Frantically, Becca released his cock and pulled away from him. She clamped her fingers around his prick just behind the head, hoping to block his eruption. "I'm not ready!"
It was too late. The first long streamer of Paul's cum arced into the air, hanging in space for a fraction of a second before spilling down over his thighs.
The sight of her son's splattering jism triggered something in Becca. She couldn't let that fountain of treasure go to waste. Impulsively, she opened her mouth wide in time to swallow his cock and catch his second volley. Sizzling cum gushed straight down her throat. She gulped the rich, tasty fluid greedily, sealing her lips tight around his pole to prevent any from escaping.
"Attagirl," Paul chortled as he pumped semen down his mother's slavering maw. "Drink that ball juice, Mama! Get it all!" Becca sucked and swallowed, and swallowed, and still he kept cumming.
At last, the flood of jism subsided to a dribble and she let her son's softening prick slip from her mouth. "Oh, no," she murmured, struggling for breath. She laid her head on his hard belly. "Oh, Christ...that was so wrong. I didn't mean to...why did I do that?"
"Cause it's in your nature." Paul stroked Becca's hair, affectionately tickling her behind one ear as he might a pet. "Good Mom. Good girl. You know, I could tell from those pictures of you and Dad how much you loved sucking cock. And from here on out, we'll see that you get as much as you want."
"Please..."
"Yeah. Believe me, you're just gettin' started." he sat up. "You still hungry? I smell food. Downstairs."
He spoke breezily, as if they hadn't just committed a horrible, deliciously intimate sin. She lifted her head dizzily to gaze at his cheerful face.
"Um...I should get dressed, I guess?" she mumbled.
"Why would you wanna do that?" Paul laughed. He wiped a few remaining drops of cum from the tip of his cock and offered them to Becca. Her tongue snaked out automatically to lick his finger clean.
†††
"About goddamn time," Michael called out, hearing the pad of bare feet on the wooden stairs. "Everything's getting cold. I can reheat--"
He turned and stopped. His mother stood unsteadily in the wide kitchen doorway. Paul had an arm around her waist and his hand on her shoulder. She was utterly, gloriously naked, staring into the middle distance as if lost in a dream. Michael stood right in front of her, frying pan and spatula in hand, but she seemed not to see him at all.
"You hitting the dope again this early, Mom?"
"She's a little overcome," Paul said. "Bein' at the cottage must stir up some memories, huh, Mom?"
"Memories..." Becca repeated vaguely.
"I been helping her get in touch with her feelings. She's on a voyage of self-discovery this week, our mother is."
"So on top of everything else, now you're a self-help guru?"
"I'm gonna help myself to a pile of these if that's what you mean." Paul released Becca and sat down at the table, reaching across with a fork to spear pancakes from the serving tray.
"Mom?" Becca took Michael's offered hand without a word. Her face and breasts were flushed and she was breathing hard. She smelled of sex. When she shuffled forward to sit in the chair he pulled out for her, her eyes dropped to his crotch. His cock was hardening in a hurry inside his boxer shorts. She didn't look away as she had the afternoon before on the porch. Instead, her gaze lingered on his bulge and the pink tip of her tongue poked out from between her slightly parted lips.
Paul had said she was "a little overcome." Hell, whatever the two of them had been doing upstairs all this time had her so horny she could barely walk. She was checking out the goods. Well, two could play that game, right? As he helped her into her chair, Michael let his fingers wander down her hip and up her inner thigh until they briefly brushed against her bare pussy. Her sex lips were puffy and wet, and she quivered at the erotic contact.
"Bet you're hungry, after last night," Michael said, flipping a few pancakes onto the plate in front of his mother. "Better get something solid into your stomach to start the day."
"Mom's already had something solid in her," Paul snickered. "And a drink before breakfast."
"I am hungry, thanks," Becca interrupted, shaking her head to clear it. She shot Paul a stern look.
"We need to talk about this," Michael said. "If you're sucking Paul's cock--"
--"I'm not!" she insisted, slamming the syrup bottle down so hard that the plates rattled on the table. "That is, I did, but it was a moment of weakness. That's all."
"More like five or ten minutes," Paul chuckled.
"It was a mistake! A one-time thing!"
"But it can't be just one time," Michael said. "It's not fair for you to play favorites, is it? To suck Paul's cock and not mine." He pushed his chair back from the table and unsnapped the fly of his boxers. His cock sprang out, pointed straight at his mother's face.
"Oh, shit." Becca's eyes widened at the sight of Michael's hard-on. He took it in his fist and jacked the shaft a couple of times, trying to get even harder. Mom's mouth opened in an inviting pink "O." He'd dreamed for ages of shoving his dick between those full, lush lips. Now, it was going to happen.
"Go ahead, Mom," Paul coaxed.
"I can't..."
"You said that upstairs," he reminded her. "But you sucked me off anyway. You drank my spunk and loved every drop."
"I-I-I..." Becca's voice trailed off. She slid out of her seat onto the floor and crawled under the table to Michael without ever taking her eyes from his prick. He shoved his chair backward several feet more. He wanted her out in the open, where he'd have a full view of every perfect moment as Mom blew him for the first time.
Paul took out his phone and trained the camera on her. Awesome. From his angle, he'd get a clear shot of her ass and open pussy while she went down. Maybe the three of them would watch it together, later. Judging from the laptop pictures, Mom liked being watched. Seeing herself suck him off would probably turn her on so much she'd do anything.
Becca crouched before Michael, putting her hands on his knees and pushing his thighs apart. "Open wide for Mama," she murmured in a sultry voice such as he'd never heard from her lips. He shook all over with anticipation.
"Make her wait," Paul said.
"The fuck?"
"Don't let her tell you what to do," Paul explained. "She's used to bossing us around. We gotta break her of that habit."
"She's about to blow my joint, moron. I'm not taking a pass on that."
"So? Throw her some kind of a curve."
Michael snatched the bottle of maple syrup from the table, intending to throw it at his arrogant, meddling brother. He paused. "I got an idea." Unscrewing the cap, he tipped it over his lap. Syrup dripped onto his prick in a long, sticky amber strand.
"That oughta give you a little quick energy," he gloated. Paul rolled his eyes. Michael knew he was trying too hard to win the kid's approval. He wondered for the thousandth time why he sought it. He was the older brother, after all. But the two of them had gotten along this way all their lives. Paul was the stubborn rebel who bulled ahead and demanded to have everything his way; Michael, the dutiful son, did his best to behave and to please their mother.
But his stunt had its desired effect. Becca looked incredulous at first, but as the string of sugary liquid rolled lazily down the length of Michael's cock she licked her lips. She stuck out her tongue to catch a stray droplet that fell from his cock-knob. Then she slowly dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside of his fuck-pole from the balls to the head, swallowing the sweet gooey sap as she went.
"Not too shabby." Paul made a thumbs-up gesture, but Michael was beyond caring about the punk's opinion. His vision clouded as blood rushed from his brain to his cock. In none of his jerk-off fantasies about sex with Mom had he envisioned her so humbling herself, surrendering all pride to please him. She bounced on her knees, bathing his prick with her tongue, nearly swooning while licking all over his dick from head to base, probing the creases of his thighs and lapping at his balls in pursuit of every last bit of maple sweetness while Paul recorded all the action.
"Jesus..." Becca's lips surrounded Michael's cock-head. His fingers gripped the sides of his chair like vises. He was so horny and his mother was so talented a cocksucker that he was afraid he'd shoot his load right away. He didn't want that. He wanted to enjoy the exquisite workings of her tongue on his fuck-rod for as long as he could. Forever, if that was okay with God and the universe. Or at least until he died of happiness. He was sure that nothing that would come afterward in life could possibly compare to Mom's feverish worship of his prick. That was exactly what this was, too: there was no mistaking Becca's beatific radiance as she abased herself for the privilege of committing oral incest, her wide blue eyes locked penitently on his, imploring him to grace her with the blessing of his youthful, sperm-rich seed.
He'd grant Mom's prayer, but not yet. Please, Lord, not yet. Just give him a few minutes more of the heated sleeve of her mouth riding up and down his dick. Her decades of practice had fully kicked in and she was humming and flexing her throat muscles in a sensual rhythm, milking his meat with a mother's tenderness and a cockslut's skill.
He dug his fingernails into his palms and concentrated on slowing his breath. He bit down on his tongue and even tried staring straight into the brilliant sun outside the window, anything to distract himself. In the end, the delicious massage of his mother's tongue and nimble lips were too much to resist. His groin throbbed spasmodically, followed by familiar contractions and tingling at the root of his cock.
"Cumming!" Michael roared. He jerked forward and back in his chair, stabbing his prick into his mother's suctioning throat. His cock erupted, pumping bolt after bolt of cum into her stomach. She didn't flinch, instead grabbing his hips for balance while inhaling his entire shaft and pressing her face flat against his crotch. She swallowed it all, her grateful moans vibrating up along his dick and into his belly.
"Fuck, fuck!" he croaked. "Fucking motherfucker, fuck!"
Becca's eyes sparkled with amusement as she rolled her tongue through the sparse ginger curls of his pubic hair to lick up the remnants of his ejaculation.
"Well, that's done." Wearing a merry grin, she wiped her lips on her wrist and climbed back into her chair. "'Motherfucker, eh?' Don't hold your breath on that score, Bub. You, either, Paul. That's where I'm drawing the line." She sliced a piece of pancake and stabbed it with her fork. "And there better be some of that syrup left."
†††
"You do have a calling, Mom, don't you?" Paul sighed, "It's like you were born to suck dick."
Becca couldn't answer. Her mouth was stuffed with cock. Paul relaxed naked in the middle of the bed in the upstairs bedroom with his arms folded behind his head while she slurped and gurgled madly on his huge prick. Michael slouched in a bedside chair stroking himself to erection again while taking in the hot action.
What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind.
Paul could not have been serious when he'd suggested that memories of her youthful adventures on the island had somehow unmoored her from the values she'd believed she held. True, everything about the place from the angle of the late summer light through the windows and the scent of the ocean to the creak and sway of the antique bed frame called her back to those days. Back to what she had done here so secretly, so long ago. And sense-memory had reignited the embers of forbidden desires that she'd banished for her peace of mind.
But neither of her sons had any way of knowing that.
Whatever the reason, the further she dared go with Paul and Michael the deeper she sank into depravity. Forty-eight hours ago she'd been a successful, independent woman on the cusp of a new life which, sadly, she would have to build out of the rubble of a failed marriage. And today she was carrying on like a cum-craving, incestuous slut.
Not incestuous, she corrected herself. Not that, of all things. True incest would be her sons' cocks in her cunt. She would never succumb to that temptation. As long as she could satisfy them with her mouth they wouldn't have the juice to go for her pussy. So for that reason, she kept sucking.
One reason, at any rate.
She'd never had two studs who recovered as quickly from their orgasms as Paul and Michael did, not even in her college days when she and her friends had surrounded themselves with the horniest players they could round up. This was Paul's second blow-job since breakfast, which made three for him today so far. She'd blown Michael twice. Her jaw ached from sucking cock, but she couldn't stop. She was aflame with fuck-need. They hadn't let her cum once since they'd awakened that morning. They were keeping her right on the verge, as they had last night, kissing and nibbling and finger-fucking her hot slit until she screamed aloud.
In a perverse sense, it was the eternal dilemma of parenting: a battle of wills between a mother and sons intent on getting their own way. Who would be in charge? That's what all this was about.
Except that if she were honest she had to admit that even if they stopped fighting her at this point she'd still be naked on her knees feasting on their oversized cocks. The thrill of shattering sexual taboos was as compelling as it had always been for her.
"I think it's time." Michael's tone sent a chill through her.
"Time for what?" she mumbled.
"Go for it," Paul drawled. "It's only fair. I got her mouth first."
Michael climbed into bed and knelt behind her, resting one hand on her ass and using the other to aim his cock up between her thighs.
"Please," she pleaded, quaking like a sapling in a storm. Tears rolled down her cheeks. This was the line she couldn't cross. She had to refuse them this one, single thing. But her body betrayed her, and she instinctively shifted her knees wider apart and lifted her ass higher for her son. "We s-shouldn't..."
"You say that a lot, Mom," Michael said. "'Shouldn't.' Shouldn't this, shouldn't that...but the one word you never say is 'No.'" The hot tip of his cock probed her slit, parting her swollen pussy lips. "You sayin' it now?" He pressed slightly forward. "Hmm?"
Paul took her head between his strong hands, his dark eyes boring into hers. "Take it easy, Mom. Admit you want it." His deep voice was mesmerizing. "We're gonna make you feel so good...forget about Dad. Forget about right and wrong, forget about everything, and just be open."
Becca's resistance collapsed. She sobbed and shoved her hips backward to welcome Michael's penetration. Once again, Paul was right. She wanted--no, needed her son's cock in her pussy in a way that she'd never needed anything before.
"Awwwnnh..." Becca couldn't suppress a feral moan as her son's glans slid into her pussy. Christ, he was big! Only the head was in her and already her cunt was stretching further than it ever had before. She winced and bit her lower lip.
"You okay?" Michael asked. "Should I slow down?"
"No!" Becca's own vehemence startled her. "I've got to have you inside me, darling. I need your whole entire wonderful cock and I don't care if it kills me!" She wriggled her hips sensuously, signaling that no matter how tight her cunt was, she wanted him to drill that beautiful monster into her as far as it would go.
Michael leaned forward and planted a kiss between her shoulder blades. "Whatever you say, Mama. This is all for you."
She whimpered as he forced another inch into her hot fuck-hole. "So good, so big, give me the rest! You...are...Oh...such a good...son..."
He teased her with shallow strokes, feeding her an inch or so and then pulling entirely out except for the very tip of his cock. Each time, he eased more of his shaft into her only to pull out yet again. Little by little, her inner muscles dilated until she could absorb about half of him. He was driving her crazy.
"Just fuck me!' she cried out in frustration. "Fuck Mommy like a bitch!"
Michael reached under her and found her clit, rolling it between his fingers as he fucked her doggy-style. At the same time, she went on sucking Paul's cock, gradually spreading her knees further apart to lower herself until her erect nipples rubbed across the sheet beneath her. The added stimulation helped open her up even more until Michael was able to get the last few inches of his pulsating dick into her.
His balls slapped against her ass and she climaxed with a squeal.
Her head spun from the intensity of her pleasure. Why had she fought to deny herself this? Now, she never wanted it to end. He fucked her slowly, withdrawing all of his cock except the head and then driving it full force back up her squirting cunt.
Paul smiled lecherously. "Ain't been that full for a while, have you?" He picked up speed, pumping deeper into her mouth while she breathed in deep, short gulps.
"Just remember one thing," he said. "I'm bigger than him."
"Yeah, well I'm the one fucking Mom's cunt like a goddamn horse, " Michael growled, sinking his mammoth cock harder and harder into his mother's clasping sex channel. His every thrust lifted her to higher peaks of ecstasy. She climaxed again.
"Fuck me harder, Michael...fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy! Fuck--"
He rammed his full length into her and his cock began to spasm. She contracted her cunt muscles to hold him inside her as the first bolts of his jism splashed against her cervix. To know that her own son was filling her unprotected womb with his seed was too much. Multiple orgasms tore through her like a string of cherry bombs going off in her core. She howled her pleasure until she was hoarse.
"Pull out!" Paul's voice boomed. He scrambled past Becca and yanked his brother's shoulder. "Come on, man, I wanna get in there while she's on fire!"
Michael withdrew without protest as if the two studs had agreed to all this in advance. Paul flipped Becca onto her back and mounted her, his rampant cock dripping with the spit of her sloppy blowjob. Without hesitation, she spread her legs as wide as she could, presenting him with an open pink target. She was still cumming from fucking Michael. When Paul thrust into her, she nearly passed out.
He was bigger than his brother. Much thicker. She was glad that Michael had gone first. Her pussy was stretched out and her cock tunnel was so slippery with his cock-cream that Paul's giant tool burrowed into her with relative ease.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy 'til she dies!"
Rebecca Bishop's corruption was complete. There was nothing she could do but hurl her body greedily against her son's, taking his pounding cock as deep as she could while praying to whatever gods there might be to take mercy on her whorish soul.
Becca rose before dawn and showered, leaving Paul and Michael sleeping serenely. She threw on a filmy nightgown, not bothering with panties. They'd probably have her naked ten minutes after they woke up. Fucking their mother was such a turn-on that neither of them had stayed soft for long during the night. She'd slept in snatches between long bouts of their fondling and kissing her all over until she'd begged for them to use her pussy again. They'd done so enthusiastically and in turns.
For all that she'd fought against temptation, in the end she'd utterly surrendered to her long-suppressed carnal urges. She was as wet and wanting as her sons were hard and demanding--every single time. But when her excitement passed, her heart was still bound by chains of denial and guilt. Actions had consequences.
She went downstairs to make coffee.
What could she do? In the harsh light of dawn, the future was too scary to contemplate. There was no question that her sons were bent on dominating her. Paul had as much as said that they planned to break and share her as their living sex doll. So far, they were succeeding all too well. They knew how to push her buttons, beginning with the pink one between her legs.
Only if you let them.
Her consent mattered, even if it wasconsent given in the throes of sexual madness. Her willing embrace of son-fucking was a large part of the fantasy the boys were living out. As long as she kept that in mind, she had some shred of control.
It was time to turn the tables.
There was an antique rolltop desk in the corner of the front room, next to a set of rough-hewn shelves holding a few tattered paperbacks, photo albums, and an ancient Silvertone stereo set. She found the tape cassette in one of the desk's cubbies where she'd left it over twenty years ago. The memo field of the yellowed adhesive label was blank, but she knew every song on it by heart.
Michael lumbered down the stairs while she was down on her hands and knees groping behind the bookshelf for the stereo's power cord. He yawned and scratched at his matted hair. "Whatcha up to?"
"I feel like some music.".
"No way that thing will still work," he said with another yawn. "You want some breakfast?"
Becca plugged the unit in. The dials on the receiver glowed with amber light.
"Oh, ye of little faith. It was a wedding gift to my folks from Mom's parents. She was sentimental enough to keep getting it repaired." Becca loaded the tape into its slot and pressed Search twice. The intro base notes of "Fire" rumbled from the one working speaker.
"Loose wire somewhere. Doesn't matter." She sprang to her feet, tripping lightly across the room to Michael. Fresh energy surged through her limbs despite her lack of sleep. She stretched out a hand. "Dance with me."
"Mom?"
"Like we used to. I taught you how, remember?" Becca stood on tiptoes and kissed his chin. "Wasn't it fun?"
"I remember Paul would get embarrassed and go hide," Michael said with a smile. "He was afraid of looking silly."
"Yes, well your brother always took himself a little too seriously." Becca wrinkled her nose. "Don't tell him I said so."
Michael hesitantly took her hand, drawing her close. She led, as she always had, and he took an awkward step backward.
"--I'm driving in my car. I turn on the radio..."
"What is this?"
"Springsteen, you dope." She ran her hands down his bare back, cupping his ass through his shorts. He inhaled with a start.
"I know that. Where'd you get it?" His eyes lit with amusement. "Mixtape from some old boyfriend?"
"--I'm pullin' you close, You just say No..."
"Something like that." Becca ground her pelvis against his. He was half-hard already. Damned if these two weren't the closest thing to perpetual motion she'd ever seen.
"--You say you don't like it, But girl I know you're a liar..."
"Chris gave it to me."
"Uncle Chris?"
"Uh-huh." She spun away and back into her son's arms, kissing him playfully. "Surprised?"
"--Cause when we kiss, Ohhhh, fire..."
"Why would I be--" Michael froze in mid-step. "Hold on, what are you saying?"
"We were together. The first time was right here in this cottage. A week before he left for boot camp. Upstairs in the same bed where you had me last night."
"The first time?"
Becca nodded. "We fucked whenever we could. The last time was when he was on a two-week leave from his unit."
"Fuck. I mean...was he your first?"
"Yeah. I'd always wanted him. I adored Chris and fantasized about him all the time. One afternoon when Mom and Dad were out sailing with Lindsey's folks, I came on to him hard. Strutting around here in my undies and tee shirt and nothing else. I was eighteen and thought I could do whatever I wanted."
Stunned though he was, Michael's cock throbbed bigger and stiffer against her tummy as she told her story. She'd hoped for exactly this reaction when deciding to drop her bombshell. At the same time, she hated herself for what she was doing. This was a conversation she'd never intended to have, and yet here she was using her deepest secret as a sexual lure for her son.
She'd use whatever she could, to drive a wedge between the brothers. To make Michael her ally.
"Chris knew a lot more than I did," Becca continued, slipping her fingers into her son's fly. "We spent the entire day in bed. We did everything, I took him in every one of my holes." Grasping Michael's cock like a handle, she maneuvered him across the floor into the wall. She sank to her knees and dragged his shorts to his ankles.
"Stop..."
"Don't what?" she asked innocently. "Stop playing with your dick? It's awfully stiff. You must like me doing it. You usually do. When it's your idea. Or Paul's."
"But--"
"Or do you mean for me to stop talking? Because there's lots more to tell."
Becca rose and grabbed Michael's shoulders to hoist herself up, trying to straddle him standing. He was so much taller than her that she wasn't sure that what she had in mind would work. She nearly fell backward, but he put his hands protectively around her waist, lifting her easily until her toes were off the floor. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her big soft tits against his chest, lifting her right leg as high as she could and crossing it behind his back. She wriggled into position with her cunt entrance just above his cock.
"You and Paul are so young, after all. You think you invented something, with this evil little scheme to fuck your mother? Baby, I've been fucking family since before you were born." She relaxed her arms and began easing herself downward.
"You remind me so much of him," she whispered.
"Uncle Chris?"
"Your father. My brother."
Mashing her lips to his, she drilled her tongue into his mouth to stifle his outcry. She lowered her full weight onto him, sliding her snug, wet fuck-slit down onto his bulging cock.
Michael flailed in surprise for several seconds before he started rocking his hips under hers. His cock jerked and pulsated so wildly inside her clinging walls that she was afraid he'd cum immediately. Instead, he braced himself against the wall, bent his knees, and gripped her firm ass cheeks in his broad, strong hands. She swung her left leg up and locked her ankles around his back, hoping to relieve some of the strain on him.
"Don't worry, I got you, don't worry," Michael repeated through gritted teeth while bouncing on the balls of his feet to fuck her hot cunt with short thrusts. Becca gasped as he impaled her on as much of his huge, rock-hard cock as he could manage in this position. His sheer physical strength took her breath away.
"I love it!" she babbled. "I opened my legs for my brother and now I'm fucking our son! Don't you love it, honey, fucking Mommy now that you know what a dreadful, incestuous whore I've always been?" She rocked and humped and squeezed her pussy muscles around his pounding prick, working to drive him insane with desire. She wanted to demonstrate how wanton she truly was--to convince him how much wilder their fucking would be if he turned to her side. She was the mother, after all. He was her son and should obey her, rather than the other way around.
"You are a fantastic whore, Mom," he agreed. "And I'm one lucky incestuous bastard!"
"You're my special stud, Darling. Mine, you hear? You said you wanted to take care of me, you remember? Awwwh!" Her gasps and cries grew louder as Michael's hammering cock swept her toward orgasm Her pussy convulsed around his cock and she shrieked, heedless of waking Paul.
"That's it, here it comes!" he bellowed. "I'm gonna blow in your cunt, Mom!"
"Yeah, cum for Mommy!" She strained to lift her ass as high as she could for one last long plunge down his shaft. As she descended, he bucked up to meet her and erupted, pumping his warm load into her depths. She flexed her cunt around his swelling cock, milking him dry as they came together.
Becca climbed off of Michael and slouched against him, snuggling into his side. Now that the delicious madness had passed, for the time being, he looked sad.
"What?"
"It's a lot to process. He fell silent for a while, then said, "You've felt guilty about fucking Uncle Chris--uh--Dad - all these years, haven't you?"
"How could I help it? I felt responsible for Chris going away. For what happened to him. Like it was all a punishment for what we did."
"That's nonsense, Mom. You said he enlisted before you two got together. He made a choice to step up and do something he believed was important. He wasn't running away from you."
"Oh, what's logic got to do with feelings, anyway?" Becca kissed her son like a lover. "Feelings like ours. Be mine forever, Michael."
"Jeez, what a racket down here!" Paul bounded downstairs naked, smiling, and already sporting a hard-on. "Let 'er go, Mike. I want my turn up that hot slot."
"I don't think so, dear, " Becca said before Michael could react. "I'm not in the mood just now."
"Well, get in the goddamn mood. You gonna just stand there with Mike's spunk runnin' down your leg and tell me you don't feel like fucking?"
"Exactly that." She snaked an arm around Michael's waist, possessively taking his dripping cock in her hand.
"You better listen to her, punk," he declared.
"Yeah, sure. I'll listen to her moan her head off while I nail her."
"Keep it up, mister. See where that kind of talk gets you." Becca pointed to the couch. "Just go sit down over there."
"Oh, am I in time-out?" Paul blinked incredulously.
"Until you learn to behave."
Paul's defiant glare didn't waver, but he shrugged and did as she ordered. His big, hard cock didn't wilt a fraction of an inch, and she found it impossible to ignore. Resolved as she was to discipline him, a shudder of desire ran through her and she realized that she was far more a captive of her own libido than of anyone else's demands. The yearnings that she'd suppressed for so many years had burst free and were running wild in her.
Seeing her younger son's balls so heavy with his first rich cumload of the day, she weakened. Who was she really punishing, here?
An idea occurred to her.
"Good boy," she cooed. "You just sit there and do as you're told and maybe Mommy will give you something nice."
"Like what?"
She shrugged off her nightie and strutted over to shove her tits in Paul's face. "How would you like to fuck these?"
"Shit, yeah!" he exclaimed. "That is, I mean--Yes, Ma'am!"
Becca knelt before him, the undersides of her soft, round tits resting on his knees. Her large pink nipples were hard. He scooted forward in his seat, taking his cock in hand and rolling the head across the tops of her tits.
"I been looking forward to this. Man, I love these big funbags."
"What a rude word," she chided him, secretly pleased. Paul's crudeness often startled her, but it aroused her as well. Whenever he spoke this way about her body his voice was tinged with an unmistakable note of awe. No other man had ever admired her gifts as unreservedly as her sons did, which to her mind compensated for any lapses in their etiquette.
She slid her slender fingers under her tits and lifted them to his face. "They are rather big, aren't they? Would you like to suck Mommy's nipples some? Get her good and horny before she lets you slide your cock between them?"
Paul bent forward, mouth open and eager to capture a mouthful of warm tit-flesh. Becca leaned away from him.
"Too bad." She raised one nipple to her mouth and flicked her tongue across it, trailing saliva over the stiff nubbin. "I can do it for myself." She pressed her pillowy lips to the puckered areola and inhaled, gradually drawing in as much of the spongy globe as her mouth could hold. She sucked hard for a minute, keeping an eye on his reaction, then released and swapped the tit out for its twin, mouthing and tonguing each until both were so flushed and dark pink that they matched the color of her nipples.
Her cunt-cream flowed freely and she reached between her legs to scoop up a handful, massaging it into the deep valley of her cleavage to lubricate it for Paul. Nudging his knees apart, she shuffled forward to nestle his shaft between her tits. His body heat radiated through her chest as she pushed her tits together to form a snug pocket around his cock.
Paul put his hands on top of hers and started moving his hips, rocking up and down. His prick felt even bigger than usual as it glided between her tits. She bowed her head and opened her mouth so that he could aim his glans right into it whenever his cock poked up from between her big melons. She gave the tip a quick swipe of her tongue every time it appeared.
It didn't take much of this treatment before he started to go off. Jism shot from his cum-slit, hitting her chin and running down her neck. His cock kept thrusting, causing cum to splash over her tits and fill up her cleavage as his cock-head disappeared into it. Ah, the marvels of youth! A few hours of rest had recharged his cum-tanks such that his mother's chest was soon covered in a pearly sheen of jism.
When Paul was done, Becca took her tits in her hands again and licked them clean of his semen. He slumped back on the cushions with an idiot's grin plastered across his face.
"Now, you promise to be good from now on?" Becca taunted.
"I promise, Mama."
Her eyes sought Michael's, searching for traces of jealousy or disapproval. He'd stood behind the couch watching her performance all this time without making a sound. Seeing that his cock was like steel again, she knew that they were all good--a happy family, at last.
†††
Later that afternoon, Paul and Michael reclined next to each other on the curved rattan bench that surrounded the hot tub on the cottage deck, both sipping beer from cans while Becca took turns riding each of their stiff cocks.
Facing away from Paul, she crouched on the balls of her feet on the vinyl cushion on either side of his hips and took his entire cock into her cunt with every bounce.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck!" she chanted breathlessly as she moved up and down. Her cries filled the salt air loudly enough to drown out the calls of seagulls on the shore. At first, she'd been shy about fucking outdoors. But this stretch of beach was deserted, and the only access from the long coastal road was on the far side of the house. Besides, her sons had her worked up into such a horny frenzy that she'd have been willing to mount them on the fifty-yard line of the Super Bowl stadium during halftime. Despite swearing that they'd never shared a woman before, the guys handled her like a couple of studs experienced at double-dicking. They'd been that way since the first night of her seduction.
Michael relaxed beside the fucking couple, eyes half-closed but taking in the sexy spectacle of his mother gyrating on his brother's prick like a sex-starved nympho--which Becca herself was beginning to believe might be the truth. Who but a cock addict would embrace son-fucking incest so joyously as she had?
She slowed her fucking movements, leaning forward and bracing her hands on Paul's knees while moving her pelvis in small tight circles. She luxuriated in feeling the contours of his cock helmet stirring her sensitive tissues just inside her clinging pussy lips. Dropping down another few inches, she was able to direct that sweet friction right against her G-spot.
It was all about control. Fucking in this position enabled her to indulge herself and enjoy her sons at her own pace, varying the angle and depth of penetration to maximize her pleasure while directing and encouraging their efforts with little snaps of her slick, agile cock-tunnel around their pricks. That turnabout was only fair. Paul and Michael had started out this vacation intending to reduce their mother to a submissive slut. Now, she would make them her trained stallions: broken to the saddle, but not too tame.
Her climax took her without warning, knocking the air from her lungs. She slumped back against Paul's hard chest, recovering her breath in ragged gasps. Head on his shoulder, she put a hand on his cheek and turned his face to hers, rewarding him with a long, deep soul kiss.
"I ain't come yet," Paul croaked. It was both a boast and a plea.
"Just settle down. Haven't you shot your load enough times for one day? Mama wants to keep you good and hard for more fun later." She rose and hopped off his lap, letting his prick slip from her cunt. She ran an index finger along the slippery cleft of his cock-head. "It's your turn to watch for a while."
Michael held out his arms to her. She stepped up onto the cushion and straddled him. Reaching back between her legs for his cock, she traced her delicate fingers over the round fullness of his cum-laden ball sack and then up the silky, hard girth of his prick. Kissing him lightly on the lips, she eased his glans into the wet open mouth of her cunt.
She was ready. She was so ready...nearly an hour, now, of switching between her sons, riding them at her leisure to cum after toe-curling cum, had rendered her fuck-tunnel wet and supple and hungry for as much forbidden, incestuous cock as she could get.
"Give it to me, Sweetie," she murmured, descending onto Michael's cock ever so slowly. She gloried in the magic of being filled with hot, hard male meat. That she was fucking her own flesh and blood made it so much better, as it had when she'd first ravished her brother. Now their son was giving his mother what she'd thought was lost to her forever.
She tweaked and toyed with his nipples, making him groan and buck his hips up off the cushion to drive half his prick into her cunt. She hefted one of her heavy tits in one hand, pressing it to his mouth. "Suck my titty. Don't be gentle, suck hard--Yesss, that's what Mother likes...I'll teach you all the little things that please me. You'll learn, won't you?"
"I will, I promise," Michael mumbled, sucking Becca's tit-flesh deep into his mouth. An electric shiver raced from her tit to her cunt when he nibbled at her erect nipple.
"Of course you will." She tousled his russet hair, so like his father's. "Because you know, when you please Mother, Mother gives you more pussy." She slowly tightened her inner muscles around her son's cock. His eyes rolled back under their lids.
Paul looked on with sullen envy. That suited Becca fine. Maybe it was wrong to play her sons against each other this way, but she told herself it was all for a good cause. They'd allied to have their ways with her. She couldn't permit that. Encouraging a healthy fraternal competition for her favors was in her best interest, and she'd convinced herself that it was in Paul and Michael's as well. Because no matter how confident they might be of their sexual mastery, she had a lifetime of sexual experience to impart to them.
With that in mind, she observed Paul out of the corner of her eye while arching her back to push her tits upward. She gathered her long red hair in her hands and lifted it above her head, mouth gaping wide while she shimmied up and down Michael's cock in a wanton display designed to drive her younger son mad. His cock jerked and throbbed in his hand, pre-cum dripping from the tip like a leaky faucet. She had plans for that yummy goo, but first--
"Uh...Awwwwh..." Becca's head dropped to her chest, her eyes closed and every muscle went limp as an all-consuming orgasm ripped through her. It was too much, too much...
"Enough of this shit!" Paul leaped to his feet. He grabbed his mother's shoulders from behind and pulled her backward, away from his brother's embrace. "Swing around, lay down on the seat," he told Michael, who followed directions without hesitation. When he was flat on his back on the padded bench with Becca lying on top of him Paul knelt behind her, one foot braced on the deck. Her sons had executed the maneuver without Michael's cock slipping out of her cunt for an instant.
"Stop it!" Becca protested. She was pinned atop Michael by Paul's big hands pressing down on her back. Neither son answered her. Michael started pumping his hips beneath her, resuming fucking into her pussy. Paul's knees were planted in between his brother's thighs and his mother's, wedging her legs apart. His cock, wet with the mingled lubricants of her pussy juice and his pre-cum, glided easily up the cleavage of her ass checks. He humped back and forth a few times, growling deep in his chest.
"Maybe I oughta just blow a load on your back," he taunted. "It'd be a big one, you been keeping me waiting so long. Would you like that? A hot cum shower and a nice jism shampoo?"
"I'm warning you--"
"Sure you are." The tip of Paul's prick probed between Becca's ass globes, rubbing gently against the puckered muscle of her anus.
"No! Oh, no, no, no, NO!" she yelped.
"Get with it, Mom, I'm sure you've had it up the ass before."
"Never..." Panic-stricken, Becca struggled to speak. "Never...so...big!"
"Of course not," Paul sneered. "But then you know the drill. Breathe deep and slow, relax, and let it happen. You'll love it. Whether you do or you don't, I'm goin' all the way in all at once."
"Bastard!"
"That would be Mikey, here."
"Fuck you, dickwad!" Michael snapped, but he slowed his fucking pace so as not to dislodge Paul or impede his progress.
"If you don't stop right this moment, I swear there's going to be hell to pay," Becca warned uselessly.
"You gonna tell Dad on me when he gets home?" Paul's words were mocking, but he stroked Becca's rump reassuringly as he spoke. "Now come on and don't be like that, Mom. I guarantee you, once I've opened you up you'll wanna get ass-fucked all the time." He pushed forward. A strange, unexpected excitement surged through Becca as the resilient dome of his cock pressed against her sphincter. She forced herself to do as Paul suggested. Deep, cleansing breaths...
"Okay," she whispered. "Go ahead. Yes. Do it."
A shiver ran along her spine at the sensation of her son's cock nudging its way a fraction of an inch forward, into her rectum. The little hole responded by dilating slightly. Paul shoved his hips forward while pulling her shoulders back toward him. His enormous cock-head stretched her to the utmost. She choked back tears and desperately gulped air as the flaring ridge of his glans spread her wide and entered her fully.
She whimpered as more and more hard cock slipped into her. She was astonished to discover that she felt every contour of his cock as it moved inside her. The initial pain of rear penetration gave way quickly to an exhilaration she'd never known. Paul had the biggest prick she'd ever taken, and as fantastic as it always felt fucking in and out of her pussy, that could not compare with this. He felt twice as big this way. Her rear passage was so tight and sensitive that every sensation was magnified.
"Halfway home," he muttered.
Her ass clenched around the silken stiffness of her son's fuck-pole as he inched forward. She concentrated on continuing to take long, slow breaths, relaxing her muscles to ease his passage. She wanted this, now. She was as determined to take his whole prick on the first stroke as he was to give it to her. She squirmed and whimpered as he rocked his hips to and fro, pulling a few inches out before driving even further in. At last, his balls slapped against her ass cheeks. She wriggled her butt happily against his taut belly. She'd done it!
"Attagirl," Paul said. "Yeah, I tell you you'll be beggin' for this all the time from now on. Come on, Bro, let's give this slut a good long double-fucking she'll never forget."
Her sons fucked her from above and below, at first moving only fractions of an inch but gradually lengthening their strokes until they were driving in and out like the pistons of an engine. Her mind was a blur, her body reveling in the sweet punishment of their relentless, hammering thrusts. Though they fucked her hard, they were not about to be rushed. They took their time to relish every instant of double-penetrating their mother for what all three hoped would be the first of many times. Paul lay down full-length atop her, leaning into the back of the bench to support enough of his weight to avoid crushing her. They alternated their long thrusts so that one withdrew his cock as the other drilled more deeply into her. Paul trailed his lips across her shoulders, up her neck, and nibbled on her ear while Michael molded her big tits in his hands, sometimes pinching her rubbery nipples and pulling them out as far as he could until she winced in mingled pleasure and pain.
Through it all, Becca thrashed helplessly between them, keening and wailing through a succession of orgasms. When they were ready, Paul and Michael climaxed at virtually the same time, filling up both their mother's well-used fuck-holes with torrents of hot, potent semen.
Becca had never appreciated the hot tub as much as she did that afternoon. Paul's cock was by far the thickest she'd ever taken up her ass, and Michael's was a close second. She spent a long time floating on her back in the tub with her legs hooked over the rim and her butt inches from a water jet streaming soothing, bubbly water over her abused asshole. Her sons sat on either side of her sipping beer while she idly fondled a cock in each hand.
Paul's forceful ass-fucking had made it clear that their contest of wills was not over. Becca decided that she could live with that, for a while. She had renewed confidence that her experience and her wiles would win out in the end. In the meantime, the struggle itself was paying terrific dividends.
She was so relaxed that she dozed and didn't hear the burble of a roadster's engine pulling up the gravel driveway, or the light scuff of sandaled footsteps on the wooden stairs leading up to the deck.
"Well, well, aren't we all cozy?"
Lindsey Carroll dropped her beach bag on the planks, regarding Becca and her sons with a wry smile. She sat down on the rim of the tub.
"Linn!" Splashing frantically, Becca dove under the water and came up sputtering. Remaining submerged to her neck, she backed up to huddle against the fiberglass tub wall. There was nowhere to hide.
"I'd say my family bonding suggestion must have gone over pretty well. I haven't seen you so relaxed in a long time, dearie." Lindsey snickered. "Until a second ago, anyway. Sorry if I gave you a fright."
Becca didn't know how to answer. To have her closest friend find her in a hot tub with her adult sons was humiliating in itself, but Lindsey must have gotten at least a glimpse of her playing with their pricks. Yet the buxom blonde appeared unperturbed.
"Becca told me you were home," Lindsey said to Paul. "You've certainly, ah, matured since I saw you last. You fellows enjoying your private time with Mom?"
"Oh, yeah," Paul laughed.
"Very much so," Michael agreed.
Mortified, Becca saw that their cocks were still hard and breaking the water's surface like two sleek, rearing dolphins. Far from being embarrassed, Lindsey regarded them with frank admiration.
"Oh Hell," Becca exclaimed, as the truth began to dawn on her. "What are you up to, Linn? What's going on here?"
"Just trying to be the best friend I can be," Lindsay said. She kicked off her sandals and swung around to dangle her bare feet in the churning water. She pulled her beach dress off over her head and laid it aside., leaving her in only a hot pink thong bikini that put her long, toned legs and large, firm tits on delectable display. "You told me yourself that you were going nuts for lack of sex. But you were full of excuses for not doing anything about it. I mentioned it to Michael, and he--"
"--Hold on a goddamn minute!" Becca was on her feet in the middle of the hot tub now, no longer shielding her nudity. "How dare you talk to my son about my private life!"
"Please, Becca." Lindsey rolled her eyes. "I'll bet you say all kinds of wicked things to these studs while you're fucking them. Because you are fucking them, aren't you?"
"Like a demon," Michael confirmed with a chuckle, moving over to sit beside Lindsey, who reached out to jack his cock with one hand.
"He's a great fuck, isn't he?" Lindsey giggled. "I've been enjoying his big dick in all three of my little holes for months. And you know what I noticed? He calls me 'Mom' a lot when we screw. So I whispered a little something in his ear one night, just when he was about to cum inside me. Something about what a slutty bitch in heat his dear mother really is. How easy it would probably be for him to get into your pants. Damn, girl, he shot off so hard I thought my eyes would jump out of my skull! And in the, ah, afterglow, you might say, we had a little pillow talk about how we could make all this."
Lindsey's blithe confession was almost too much for Becca to absorb, but one claim jumped out at her. "Wait, Michael? This was Michael's idea?"
"He's the great planner, isn't he?" Paul said.
Becca stared at her younger son in disbelief. "I...that is, I assumed that you were behind it."
"Me? Nah, I just lit a fire under him when I thought he might back out. Great planner, like I said, but kinda indecisive sometimes."
Michael tugged the tiny triangles of cloth covering Lindsey's nipples up over the curve of her tits, exposing her erect nipples, and tweaked them gently. She squealed in delight.
"If it's okay with you, I'd like to try Paul out as well," she proposed. "I'd say I've earned it, wouldn't you? By being such a caring friend. Yes, I'd enjoy a long fucking by a horse's cock like his. He's as big as my Matthew."
"You--you fuck your son Matt, too?"
"What a silly question. Wherever would I get such a perverted notion as having my bestie fuck her sons, except that I'd already learned for myself how amazing it is? The glory of riding your own flesh-and-blood night after night? A stud who will do absolutely anything you ask, to please you?
"Not that I'd have thought of it myself, either. Oh no, it was my whore of a mother who whisked me and Matt off to a European sex resort last year and had her way with both of us."
Lindsey's breath had quickened, excited by Michael's avid attention to her ties as well as by recalling the events that had led her to open her legs to her son. She cupped the back of Michael's head, guiding him downward toward her parted legs. With her other hand, she peeled her thong to one side to expose her smooth, hairless pink pussy. She was wet and ready. He buried his face between her thighs and lapped up the glistening juices flowing from her open slit.
"Ahhh. That's it, honey," Lindsey purred. "You are the best. Don't you agree, Becca? Has any other man ever eaten you out the way our Mikey does? Oh, I'm forgetting about Paul! What's he like? But I must find out for myself, mustn't I?"
Becca's tongue thickened at the sight of her older son sucking another woman's cunt. She wasn't only turned on by the reminder of how good he was at pussy-licking. She wanted to trade places with him, to taste Lindsey's delicate little fuckhole for herself.
"It was a nice try, Mom," Paul growled. "But you were always gonna lose. See, Mike and I have been together from the start. You really thought you could split us up?"
He silently beckoned her with one finger, then pointed to his cock.
"The only way you'll ever get between me and Mike is when we're fucking you together. And isn't that what you want?"
His words reverberated in Becca's ears. He was right. She took one halting step through the warm, frothy water toward him, then another. She couldn't meet his eyes; couldn't look away from the gorgeous column of meat between his legs. Every fiber of her being surged with overwhelming craving for penetration. Straddling him, her tits quivering and hips swaying like a stripper's, she descended to engulf his massive cock within the warm, dripping folds of her pussy.
"Good, Mom. That's a good slut." He slid a thick finger between his mother's parted lips. She tongued it hungrily. Sucking on whatever her sons offered had become a reflex. As she sucked, her cunt walls contracted around his cock, milking him for semen.
Paul nodded his approval. There'd be nothing but good times from now on.
Becca's eyes rolled back in her head and she came.
THE END