Resort Payment with Mom

from the perspective of two career women

co-written by R.

Perspective: The General Manager

I take pleasure in being first to use the bath in the executive suite. The first to dip my feet inside, the first to operate it, the first to cum in the water. My long hair becomes an ethereal mess as I lay back and put my feet on the edge of the tub. Our grand opening is next month and I think of the women who will later orgasm from this water stream and couples having sex here. But I get to be first.

This is a luxury ski resort in the mountains. Although I may sound like a brat, I can assure you, everything is hard earned. I’m the General Manager and the last year of my life has been a constant hustle to ensure that construction went smoothly and standards are high. There are shrewd investors behind this place and I’m accountable for every dollar.

So excuse me if I enjoy an orgasm here and there.

And that brings me to the events of the last week, something that’s changed my life, not just sexually, but psychologically. I’ve long wondered what the limits are to pushing people to give their best work. What appeals to their inner self? Money? Status? Reputation? I never thought sex would be on that list because that can come with money. I know plenty of successful businessmen who purchase great sex once they can afford it.

How about for women? Could the allure of great sex be a motivating factor? Before I would have said no. Too far fetched. That was, until Alison showed me that some women can have voracious sexual appetites unlocked by… a son? How about two sons? Yes, you’ve interpreted that correctly.

Keep in mind, only a handful of people know about this. Word of this getting out would destroy my career and I’ve worked too hard for that. What’s important is that lives have been changed forever and I’ve learned valuable lessons about leadership. Maybe I’ll be remorseful in the future, but in the meantime, the water jet runs and I slip my hand below to touch myself.

I first met Alison six months ago through a recommendation. Our team wanted this ski resort to be family friendly but also have special accommodations for adults. We were excited by the idea of hot tubs designed for couples, with jet streams strong enough to make women orgasm, or something that could enhance sex in the right position.

Alison hit the ground running when she came on board to design our hot tubs. She's a hydraulics engineer who used to design ships for the Navy, plus she has a military background. Brains and unique beauty. Book smart with killer arms when she’s wearing a tshirt. She worked in a studio to manufacture the hot tubs and we kept in touch remotely.

A week ago I insisted that the entire team experience the resort before the grand opening. Call it a celebration of everyone's efforts. Plus we needed to make sure all the employees were properly trained and on the same page. The resort itself is a spectacle, located on prime real estate with a stunning view of the mountain range, with access to some of the best skiing slopes in the world.

I scheduled a Tuesday morning meeting with Alison and a few of the investors. Because I’d known her to be an articulate speaker, I wanted her to personally showcase her custom design so that the people writing checks know their money is well spent.

But as I was having breakfast in the lounge, nerves appeared. And I always trust my instincts. I’d been so busy with everything else that my inspection of the jet streams hadn’t been as thorough as I’d like. Functionality wasn’t an issue. I knew the streams worked fantastic. But it played to my biggest fear. Being average. I needed women to have the orgasm of their lives.

I left a $40 tip for the waiter and went to find Alison to settle this. Employees were encouraged to bring a spouse, which was an added perk for them, but also having more people helped train the staff. Alison was single and chose to bring her sons, both capable young men, one in trade school, the other aiming to become a fireman.

She was in the game room with them and they had the place to themselves. The young men were having a great time while she played the mini-basketball set. It was almost 10 a. m. and we had enough time to talk things over before the presentation with the investors.

I exchanged pleasantries with them and was glad to see they made a family vacation out of this. Alison wore dress pants with a nice shirt ahead of the meeting. She also wore glasses and her hair was tied in a loose ponytail.

“Can I speak to you for a sec?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course.”

Alison followed me into the hallway and the young men went back to playing video games, with none of them having any idea how their life was about to change. Neither did I, to be fair. In hindsight I should have left the situation alone. I should have trusted her engineering which had already gone through rigorous inspections, but my desire for perfection pushed things too far.

“So, the upcoming meeting,” I said. “This is super last minute, but I wanted to make sure, did you personally check the jet stream?”

“Yes, yes, we’ve tested the jet stream and hydraulics many times in production. In the last few days I’ve personally checked the spa areas and suits. Everything is good to go.”

“I should be more clear. Did you get in the water? Did you actually feel the jet flow against your skin? I mean, have you been an active participant?”

She looked dumbfounded. “No, my job was to design the jet stream and I delivered on that. Everything works, it’s the best on the market, I can promise you that.”

“But you hadn’t actually gotten in the water.”

“Not personally.”

“Did anybody?” I asked.

“We’ve had a few test subjects who enjoyed the experience, so the answer is yes.”

“Any women?”

“One.”

“What was her response?”

“Everything tested off the charts,” she said. “The woman in question loved the experience.”

“Did the woman have an orgasm in the hot tub?”

My bluntness, as expected, threw Alison off guard.

“That didn’t seem appropriate to inquire about,” she said.

“But that’s what I wanted to know. I thought it was implied in our conversations.”

“I assumed you wanted to ensure the jets provided a pleasurable experience, but I didn't think it was necessary to test for that specific outcome.”

“My fault for being unclear,” I said. “A million things are happening and I try my best. So here’s the next step, test the product in front of the investors. If everything works out, more work will come your way.”

“That sounds great, but…”

“And think of your boys. Your youngest is in grad school, right? I could set him up with a job, something he could handle. And your eldest? Maybe instead of becoming a firefighter, he could work for us.”

Money and promotions are the classic motivators, but that was my first time using adult children as a bargaining chip. I could tell it worked by the look on her face. Though she wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of getting into the tub, having a career path for her boys captivated her, especially in this job market.

“What do I have to do?” she asked.

“It’ll be a fair exchange. The main thing is, I need the investors to know that they’re getting their money’s worth, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay, that’s fair.”

“Fantastic, I’ll have someone deliver a bathing suit to your room.”

She was uneasy about the whole thing, but I didn’t care to be honest. The way I saw it, Alison got the deal of a lifetime. Promising jobs to her sons was beyond generous on my part. If anything she should have been thanking me profusely.

Alison told the boys it was time to work and she left to prepare.

Given my aggressive mood at the time -- and my mood is always aggressive when there are big launches -- I decided to push things further. It was a spur of the moment idea and I gave it a moment’s thought, but when the eldest brother went to the gym to run drills, I decided to make a play for the younger brother.

“Having a good time?” I asked.

“Yeah, thanks so much, this place is amazing.”

Connor was about to grab a hot drink and enjoy the view of the mountains. I asked about trade school and his interests and what he planned for a career. Then I dropped the bomb, which in hindsight, may have been a terrible idea.

“You know about your mother’s meeting, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah, she’ll be demonstrating the hot tub and streams.”

“Did you know that she’ll be a live model? There was a last-minute change of plans and she’ll be getting into the water.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Your mother was reluctant but I promised to give favors to you and your brother.”

“Oh, thanks so much. That’s incredibly nice of you.”

The young man seemed confused about why I was telling him this. And I wasn’t being nice at all. I’m a business woman, and this was his introduction to business.

“Forgive me for asking, but do you find your mother attractive?”

He froze, because of course he would.

“She’s definitely pretty.”

“Look, I’m busy, so I’ll be blunt. I want you and your brother to watch the meeting. Your mother won’t know… yet.”

“Why do you want us to watch?”

“A backup plan. Are you interested?”

“I mean… I guess so. I still don’t know what this is about.”

“How about this? I’ll pay you and your brother to watch. Consider it a learning experience.”

We went back and forth, though skeptical, he accepted the offer and we exchanged phone numbers. The offer was too good to pass.

A short time later I was outside in the sun with my thick jacket and stood alongside four investors. Three men, one woman, all sharks in the industry. Outdoor hot tubs with a view of the mountain range are perfect for couples looking for romance.

Everything was in place and Alison came out wearing a robe and she was accompanied by my assistant. I could tell how nervous she was. She expected this to be a shining moment of her career, instead she’s bracing for the most embarrassing moment of her life, all for the love of her sons. With a body like hers, she shouldn’t have been embarrassed at all.

I introduced her to the investors and they shook hands. Certainly not the meeting she had anticipated. The investors thought of her as impressive while she spoke, I can always tell when the money people like what they're hearing.

“Our patented hydraulics technology features a unique combination of adjustable streams, strategically placed to provide relaxation for the entire body. The jet streams are powered by state-of-the-art pumps, ensuring a satisfying experience for our guests.”

To be honest, I didn’t think Alison would do it, but she pulled her robe and my assistant helped remove it. She stepped out of her slippers and stood barefoot on the wooden patio. She wore a two-piece swimming outfit, white like the snow, and she shivered from a cool breeze. Her physique was impressive. I saw the eyes of the investors going over her, not in a lewd way, but in admiration.

Her toes dipped in the warm water and she got in the tub. She forced a smile while explaining how the control panel worked along with the features. The investors were interested. All I cared about was hoping she’d be able to relax, to outwardly show the benefits that couples would have paying top dollar to stay here.

She started with a low stream, thinking that would be enough while talking to them, but my offer to her family was extremely generous, so I went ahead and put the stream to a higher gear. Her back was to the opposite side of the stream and the water flowed in her direction. The sun was shining on her face. Giving a gentle nudge, I bent over and put my hand in the water to spread Alison’s legs.

I tend to dominate presentations and I did just that, telling the investors that couples staying in the executive or honeymoon suites will get their money’s worth, with sex gratification being heavily implied with my words. I didn’t mention sex outright. Talking that way is unbecoming for a meeting like that. Alison’s reaction to the stream flowing between her legs spoke volumes on my behalf.

When I looked down I saw that her eyes were on the verge of rolling back. I’m good at understanding people and their personalities. Women like Alison don’t have great sex, it’s not something they seek. This is new to her, being watched by a group of people, using the tub as a source of pleasure. I bet she’s never even experienced a vibrator before. I kept talking and the attention of the investors went back and forth between me and Alison.

I wanted to close the meeting with a bang, so I turned the pressure up a notch, sending her into heightened bliss. I didn’t care that her sons secretly watched this from inside the resort, a few floors up. Business was more important. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a soft moan, her body trembling with each pulse of the jet stream. The investors, intrigued by the demonstration, leaned in closer, captivated by Alison's ecstasy.

When her legs clasped together, I gave her knee a gentle tap, reminding her of our deal, then she opened her legs again and that was the moment she experienced an orgasm. It was different from anything I’d ever seen before. Most people know about women and shower head masturbation, but that was my first time seeing a woman orgasm with a jet stream. If she was faking, she did a remarkable job.

I turned off the tub and focused on the investors. They didn’t know what to make of the situation but they were happy with how their money was spent. I smiled, a genuine one.

“Any questions?”

None of them mentioned what they’d seen from Alison but we were all thinking the same thing. That couples staying here would have the time of their lives. They left after shaking hands with Alison and we agreed to meet at the Italian restaurant near the lobby, where they’d get first rate treatment from the staff.

My assistant wrapped a towel around Alison’s body. Her legs were wobbly and her erect nipples poked through her small wet top. It was like her body didn’t know how to process an orgasm like that yet, though I wondered if she was faking or not.

“Thank you,” I said. “You were amazing.”

“I’ve never felt so… nevermind…”

We walked inside and Alison went barefoot with her hands clasping at the towel around her body. My assistant carried the rest of the stuff. I remember keeping an eye on Alison, that creeping suspicion that she was faking wouldn’t go away, because her reaction in the tub was so unique.

The fact was, if guests later reported to be unsatisfied with the hot tub experience, that would make me look bad. It would be a hit on my reputation and investors would think I was blowing smoke up their asses. Being certain about things has always been my key to success.

Before she went to her room to shower, I stopped her.

“I’ve got to know, was that real? You can be honest with me.”

Her lips pursed. “You think I pretended?”

“Just making sure.”

“I don’t know how to explain it. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced anything like that.”

“Thank you for being honest. They were impressed.”

“I saw them,” she said. “While they were impressed, I was humiliated.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm like that before? In front of other people, I mean.”

“No, never. It was... intense. I wasn't prepared for how powerful it would feel.”

There was a look of astonishment in her eyes, like she couldn’t believe it. Women like her don’t usually experience things like that. That experience had done something to her and she was still coming to terms with it. Even her hands appeared to still tremble, clenching the towel around her body, and she wasn’t shivering from the cold.

When we split up and she headed for the shower, I had more questions than answers. Part of me wondered if Alison was faking it, she certainly had the right incentives for all I gave her. Or maybe it was the exhibitionism that pushed her over the edge.

Reservations for this resort were filling up, business people, couples looking for romance, they were coming here for a beautiful getaway experience. We’ve hyped the ski slopes and living accommodations and spa experiences. Bad reviews would tarnish my reputation, which is why I had a backup ready.

I texted Connor and went up the elevator to meet the brothers, who still seemed titillated from seeing their dear mother in a new light. Sad to admit, but I thought it was amusing. It was tough reading their body language and facial expressions, but with a mom like theirs, I’m sure they had a nice thrill from it. I shook hands with Connor and Brett, mainly because I wanted to feel if their palms were sweaty. They were. Great sign.

We got straight to the point and talked business.

“Obviously you two know her best. So, tell me, gentlemen, was she faking it?”

The brothers looked at each other, both knowing I was talking about their mother having an orgasm, both wondering who would answer first. It may be classless to ask such a thing, but horny boys may be curious enough to spy on their mother at home.

“I honestly don’t know.”

“No idea. Sorry.”

I was disappointed by their ignorance on the matter. What was I paying them for? That’s when I switched to Plan B and I knew I was pushing the bounds of all decency, but business is business. Everyone assumes the risks.

“How about extra pay?” I asked. “Assuming you guys can help determine if your mother was faking an orgasm or not. I have a reputation for rewarding excellent work.”

They didn’t accept the deal, they didn’t reject it either -- we negotiated. Obviously they were apprehensive about the whole thing but I offered their mother a bigger cash bonus. I offered them more cash as well. I was proud of them for being so mature about these matters. They weren’t just thinking with their cocks, they were improving their household finances.

Honestly, I was very fucking aroused and needed to see how the situation would unfold.

I waited until the next morning to proceed with my plan, making sure Alison was fully rejuvenated from that hot tub experience. I told her to come to my executive suite, which has a hot tub by the window, facing the mountain range. It was the ideal location for the final part of the test.

We talked in the living space and I thanked her again for everything. Then I asked her to undress, right then and there. I reminded her of the deal and how I’d take care of her sons. I was sure she’d need a lot more convincing, but that wasn’t the case. She was right on the cusp of undressing.

“I’ve already written the check. Right there on the table. It’s more than what we had discussed the other day. You’ll be very happy.”

“You still don’t believe me?”

“I don’t trust anybody. That’s how I got this job.”

There’s no smile on my face, no humor, Alison knew I was serious and she undressed and put her clothes on a nearby table. The day before I saw her in a small swimsuit, on that day I saw everything. Tits, trimmed bush, ass. Everything. The woman kept her fitness routine from her military days and that gave her the confidence she needed.

Alison followed me to the tub which was already filled with warm water. It was pure joy seeing her walk naked, her nipples erect, and there’s something about a woman’s bare feet on carpet which gets me going. She didn’t question the decision to get in the tub. Maybe a part of her was eager to experience another orgasm.

I told her to kneel in the water, this time facing the stream, her vagina in front, and she agreed. Her nerves were building. I ran the stream on low current and the direct contact of water pressure to Alison’s pussy made her gasp. I wondered if she was curious about this since her first orgasm the previous day.

A text message came and I went to check my phone. Connor was in the hallway and I told Alison to remain still and I went to the door, letting the brothers inside.

“Keep quiet,” I said. “Strip naked. Your mother is in the bathroom. She has no idea.”

They were nervous, perhaps having second thoughts, but they followed through with the plan and undressed by the door. A deal was a deal. I wondered if they’d seen each other's cocks before. The older brother had a larger build and more muscles, but their cocks were almost similar in size and shape, both were semi-flaccid and growing.

After giving them a thumbs up, they followed me to the bathroom, to the sight of their naked mother’s backside. The sound of the jet stream and water bubbles kept Alison from hearing the extra footsteps. The brothers were floored, knowing they should never have seen anything like that, but they didn’t want to leave, because of our deal, and because of their erect cocks.

She kept on masturbating in the water. The jet stream had put her under a spell so intense that she couldn’t break away, not even when the footsteps came close enough that she could hear people behind her. She didn’t bother turning around. I think she assumed these were investors having a chance to fuck her. And she was going to let it happen.

It was the eldest son who went first, getting into the tub and positioning himself behind his mother. Brett held her bare hips, then slid his cock inside and Alison accepted it. He whispered something in mother’s ear. I couldn’t hear it because of the jet stream noise. Whatever the young man whispered, it made Alison hang her head down, then he proceeded to fuck.

Perspective: The Mother

They say that when you have a traumatic experience, your brain creates a vivid memory of it, often with sensory details like sights, sounds, and smells. Or your brain uses a defense mechanism known as dissociation, where the mind distances itself from certain experiences to protect itself from emotional distress.

I’m in the first group. Both of my biological sons had sex with me. And I remember every detail. I always will. My boss supervised the whole thing. The only reason I agreed is because I’m a single mother and the deal she offered was life changing for me and my boys. The one thing I hadn’t told anyone -- not my boss, not my sons -- was that my ex-husband left me with a pile of credit card debt under my name and I struggled to pay it off.

You might think of me as a bad mother for letting this happen, but you try being stuck with massive amounts of debt, then maybe you can understand.

The sensation of the powerful stream against my clitoris and labia was so intense that I could hardly move. Even though I heard people entering the bathroom and getting into the water behind me, I didn’t actually think they’d have sex with me. I swear I didn’t know who they were. I didn’t want to turn around and look because I was so embarrassed from being nude and masturbating in a tub.

Maybe I was naive about the situation, but I thought they were the same investors who wanted an intimate show. If they wanted to see me nude, I could handle that. I’d spent years being naked in front of others in the military showers. I became numb to undressing with different eyes looking at me.

When I felt a person getting behind me, he spoke:

“Sorry mom, I hope you understand.”

The voice whispered in my ear. It was my eldest son, Brett, and his voice was apologetic about what was going to happen. His hands wrapped around my hips and the tip of his erect cock grazed against my butt. And yes, I did understand. That’s why I held still while his penis went inside me. The shame forever burned within me.

Right away I knew what the game was. My boss thought I was lying about the whole thing. That I was a fraud, that I didn’t really have an orgasm in front of the investors. My boss, the person who wrote sizable checks to me, wanted to see if I’d become so horny that I’d be willing to fuck my own son in the process. That I was so consumed with lust that I couldn’t resist anything, not even incest. It still pains me to think about that, using that word -- incest.

The truth is, I never lied about anything. The orgasm in front of the investors was the real thing. If anything, I held myself back from screaming and crying. I hadn’t had sex in years, much less been touched in any intimate way. This whole thing could have been avoided if my boss was more trusting in me.

Now you understand the context a bit better. In that hot tub, the jet stream had me frozen in place, the new sensation was irresistible. My eldest son doing that was such a betrayal that I couldn’t even acknowledge him, I couldn’t look back or say anything. Instead I focused my attention looking through the window. That suite was on the top floor and I had a view of the mountain range and down below I could see the gardeners putting the final touches on the flowers near the entrance. If those workers had only looked up, they’d have seen me with my son behind, thrusting away.

They took turns on me, my sons, and they were near each other. We’d never shared a tub before that experience, much less with all of us nude. As I mentioned, I didn’t talk to them, or even look at them, I didn’t have the words. I didn’t want them to see the look on my face and I didn’t want to see the look in their eyes, knowing they lusted after my naked body.

I just let the situation happen with them fucking me, but I could imagine them side-by-side in that tub with their cocks hard, looking down at my bare backside and pussy. I wondered if they’d done that before, shared a woman, or masturbated around each other. To this day I’ve never asked and I don’t think I ever will. It’s not something I want to know, frankly.

In that hot tub I listened to them talking. While they were taking turns on me.

“Oh god, that’s so good.”

“Mom… oh, mom…”

“I can’t believe it… I’m sorry…”

“The best pussy I’ve ever had…”

It was like the emotions were so intense that the words escaped their lips and needed to be heard. Not that they were demeaning me. They would never put me down. I tried to focus on the positive side, that it was an act of love more than anything else, but maybe that’s me being naive again. Maybe that’s me running away from what a mother’s body can do to her sons.

Whatever the case, it made me horny and it added something to the already extreme situation. Calling me ‘mom’ while fucking me forced to remember that they were my sons, making it harder to zone out and pretend they were someone else. If they were the investors I could have closed my eyes and tried to imagine something else.

They came inside of me. One after the other. I wasn’t sure who went first. Doing it in the water with the jet stream pointed at my pussy, I couldn’t feel their cum, but I knew they had orgasms based on their grunts and thrusts and sudden relaxation, with their cocks going limp inside me after a release. I wanted to cry despite my own orgasms.

I only turned around when my boss deactivated the hot tub. I faced all of them, my hands covering my breasts and I sat in the water with my knees high to cover my worn out pussy. My boss was smiling and my sons were naked with soft cocks and ashamed expressions on their faces. I should have screamed at them despite my boss being there -- I wanted to so badly -- but for them to actually do something like this, I knew they had their own reasons. How could I judge them after everything I’ve already done at this resort in the name of money?

In a way I felt proud of them. Maybe ‘proud’ isn’t the best word, but as a military woman, I taught them to be fearless and to do whatever it took to succeed. To complete missions and to serve a cause. My job was to design and to prove my design worked. I did just that. Their job, I’d come to learn, was to prove that my horniness was the real thing.

We ended up fucking again that night after having dinner together followed by a heart-felt conversation in my room. The day had been hectic, I had other meetings with the investors who wanted to keep doing business with me, so night time was when I had the chance to gather my thoughts and fully express my feelings with Connor and Brett.

I was candid with them about what I’d done for the investors, and they were candid about the financial offer from my boss. One thing led to another, and I wound up laying naked on my back and them taking turns again. It was proper that time, in the middle of my bed with the door locked, the way normal sex is supposed to happen.

As it turns out, a mother's pussy is a popular commodity for a young son. Both of them had similar desires at different points in their lives, never expecting this to happen. They both came on my belly because I wouldn’t allow them to finish in my pussy again. My belly button was a pool of their male vitality.

We laid naked in bed, me in the middle, them on the sides, while the cum remained in the same spot. I listened to their praise, which was tepid because they were super careful not to offend me. I got turned on from hearing them, at one point I used my index finger to twirl their cum sitting on my belly button.

“That was the best I’ve ever had.”

“Seriously, that was… amazing… thank you for letting us do this.”

“It’s not something I’m proud of,” I said. “But what’s done is done.”

When the conversation was finished, I licked my finger with their cum on it, and they couldn’t believe it. I got seconds, scooped the rest with two fingers and ate that as well.

Despite my initial revulsion to incest, I had to admit to myself that it was the biggest rush I’d felt since being deployed to a combat zone in my younger days. That’s one thing most people don’t know, that danger can become addictive and leave a void long after it’s over. I suppose that’s what happened to me.

We fucked again the following morning. This time in the room they shared, on Connor’s bed. It was more adventurous that time, them fucking me on top with my feet in the air, then turning me around to have my bottom, with them shooting cum across my body when it was over. I didn’t suck their cocks even though they were polite about asking for it. It felt like such a demoralizing thing for a mother to do.

Afterward I rinsed myself and got dressed and had a lunch meeting with the hotel management. My boss took glances in my direction while we dined on steak, wondering why my skin was glowing and my mood seemed different than our previous encounters. As women, we both knew that I’d had rough sex -- that post-orgasmic glow so evident on my face -- and since I didn’t have any other sex partner here besides my sons, the answer was obvious to her, that I’d done it again. And she knew, as a woman, that I’d keep on doing it, because she saw the kind of raw pounding I got in that hot tub and she knew it was impossible to stop. That I’d become addicted to that kind of perverse pleasure.

The ride home was around four hours and I expected it to be an awkward affair. Even though we’d already had sex a few times and bared our souls and they shared their secret fantasies, I still expected to be upset with them, because how else is a mother supposed to feel when her sons do that? I got in the passenger seat of the car while Brett drove and I thought I’d clear my head looking at the scenic view of the mountain range.

“Are you still mad?” Brett asked.

We already drove past the windy roads of the mountain and the rest of the drive was on the freeway with a view of different forests and lakes. Other cars were on the road, tourists or families looking for a nice trip. I guess I wasn’t mad anymore, not with that atmosphere.

“No,” I said. “Next time give me a warning before you try anything like that.”

“So if we had told you about the plan, you would have been okay with it?”

“I’m not saying that either. It’s complicated. Always ask a woman for permission. Access to a woman’s body is a gift, it should be treated that way.”

Brett reached over and touched my thigh while he kept his eyes on the road and drove. I didn’t give him permission to touch me, but he interpreted it that way. It was my fault for giving him mixed signals. I didn’t want to scold them, because again, we needed the money, but I didn’t want to condone their actions either.

Instead of giving them the silent treatment, they took turns fucking me in the backseat. One person driving. The other person on top while I laid flat with my feet around his body. Brett went first, pulling over to let Connor drive while he fucked me in the backseat. At the next stop, I cleaned myself in the bathroom, surrounded by other moms who were part of normal family outings. Then my sons switched places, Brett drove again while Connor had a turn fucking me in the backseat.

My toes would occasionally graze against the window and I worried other drivers on the road would realize what was happening in our car. Or if they’d see my son’s bare butt, pumping furiously. As long as other people couldn’t see my face I could live with that.

We stopped for gas about an hour away from home, and as I stepped out of the car to stretch my legs, a thought came to mind. I was wrong for being upset with them. Young men will do what they do. I should have stopped them, but I didn’t, so it was my fault.

After pumping gas I told Brett to park the car and I led them to the back of the gas station. It was a quiet area surrounded by the forest and we were near a lake. They had no idea what to expect, they probably thought I wanted to admire the view.

I dropped to my knees, and even though they had both already cum, their excitement level rose because this was something they’d been asking for. With that, I took Connor's cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the flaccid head and tasting the precum that started forming. He gasped and ran his fingers through my hair as I worked up and down his shaft, which was able to get hard again. I could feel Brett's eyes on me, watching intently as I pleasured his brother.

After a minute, I switched to Brett, giving him equal treatment. I was impressed by how they managed to get erect again, though not as hard as the car fucking, of course, where they had already spent their sexual energy. I alternated between them, sucking one, while using my hand to stroke whichever cock wasn't in my mouth at the moment.

They managed to cum a few trickles. But that was enough to satisfy them. They got what they wanted, which was the power of knowing their mother swallowed their cum, whatever the amount. I gulped it all down and licked their heads, rushing them to put their soft cocks away so we wouldn’t get caught.

We went back to the car and saw other patrons of the gas station, a truck driver, two other couples, and a family having snacks while taking turns using the bathroom. A husband and wife parked nearby made small talk with us. When the wife noticed a small drop on my shirt along with a faint glaze on my lips, it seemed like she figured it out and her mouth opened. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life, but also turned on.

The End

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