Mom's New Job Ch. 02

CHAPTER 2: MOMMY SLUT

After barely recovering from the second fucking by him and Mr. Tillotson in his office, Mr. Bartels suggested a celebratory drink and pointed me again to the cabinets on the opposite wall of his expansive corner office. This time I would be joining them. I felt the eyes of both men on my naked body as I walked with more confidence and ease than I ever would have thought possible considering I only met each man in person earlier today. More amazing, I had just an hour or so before submitted to Mr. Bartels, the Corporate CEO, who had uncovered my submissive nature and released me to accept it. By so doing, I found myself fucked by both him and Mr. Tillotson, the Chairman of the Board. I was nervous and timid and embarrassed at first, I admit. But taking Mr. Bartels cock out of his slacks and beginning to suck on it seemed to melt away all my questions and concerns. Beyond anything I could have explained, I wanted what I was beginning. I had wanted to suck his cock and I wanted the fucking I knew would be coming. And, yes, I knew there was a job associated with it and the job had an exceptional salary and benefits included. Yes, that had been a factor in the beginning. After I started submitting, though, a self realization opened to me.

I was comfortable with the realization that being a submissive slut was me. Amazingly, everything else became bonus. I walked naked across the office to serve these two powerful men a drink while I knew they were getting dressed now that they had finished using me. At least, finished for today. I might have expected that I would be embarrassed, humiliated, or regretful. I calmly took down from the cabinet brands of bourbon and scotch that were more expensive than I could imagine and equally calmly poured bourbon into two glasses and another glass with scotch for Mr. Tillotson. All I did feel as I turned to see the two most powerful men I could imagine ever actually meeting, was a sense of liberation and contentment. As I carried the silver tray with the three glasses back across the office toward Mr. Bartels' desk, the two men watched me with very pleased smiles on their faces as my breasts gently bounced and swayed. That brought a smile to my face, as well. It appears the interview had gone very well, indeed. The job as it now existed was different than I could have imagined at the beginning of interviews, but it seemed to be mine.

Before I got to the desk, Mr. Bartels directed us to the small sitting area at the side wall which was floor to ceiling glass. It was early evening and still light outside but the idea that I had been fucked by two men in front of such an expansive window still sent a shiver through me. He directed me to the sofa while the two men took the matching leather chairs opposite me. I crossed my legs demurely out of force of habit, I suppose. I was naked, though. They were now both fully dressed even though not with ties and jackets. The difference wasn't lost on me. They had both fucked me. I was still naked, I could feel their cum in my pussy, and the bourbon I sipped washed the remnants of Mr. Tillotson's cum from my mouth from the spit-roasting earlier. Their eyes on me, I waited for what was next.

"Mary," Mr. Bartels broke the silence, "did you ever think your submissiveness could ever find a release?"

"No, Sir," I stated but paused to sip from the glass. His eyes were intently watching me, though they frequently dropped down to my breasts. "Actually, sir... I uhh... I hoped for some day but I pushed such consideration out of my mind. That wouldn't have been a trait conducive to serious success in a career."

Both men chuckled. "Until today that is, Ms. Freeman," Mr. Tillotson commented.

I turned my attention to him and nodded. With that moment of acceptance, I chuckled, too. "Yes, sir. Until today."

"To clarify, and I am sorry for repeating myself, but you still wish this opportunity, Mary?" Mr. Bartels asked.

"Oh, yes, Sir," I blurted out. "And, Sir, your continued concern is appreciated but no longer necessary. If you allow me the position of Executive Services, as I said earlier, I will be yours to direct in any manner you desire."

He looked at Mr. Tillotson who nodded. "Remember what the role you will be taking on."

"Yes, Sir," I replied immediately. "You have explained the role clearly, Sir. Executive Services will assist all the executives in office functions that might arise but the main function, the primary function now, will be to avail myself to satisfy any desire in any very personal manner required." I smiled at the implication.

He smiled back. "Yes... very personal, indeed. But I want you to state it clearly. I know we have discussed it but I want it restated in your voice."

I sipped the bourbon. It was very rich and flavorful. It slid down my throat with warmth. "Sir... " I began, again, "the primary function of Executive Services will be to avail myself to satisfy all desires directed by you and to include the other executives in this office. Those desires to include fucking and sucking cock as directed. I understand, Sir, that I can and will be fucked and requested to suck cock at anytime during the day and presumably in any part of the office."

"Excellent, Mary. And you are still okay and wish to proceed?" I smiled. How interesting. Already I found my reaction to his praise rewarding. All this time of denial now released.

"Sir?" I interjected. He nodded. "Sir, I just want to say, thank you." He looked at me puzzled. "Sir, I know you believe that if I have this job I will be given a new purpose within the office that will essentially be a reward to each officer." He nodded. "I find that exciting, Sir, but... but what I want to say... Sir... if you allow me to take on the position, you will be giving me a much deeper and profound purpose." Now I could see he was more puzzled but he waited. They both did, their eyes completely focused on me. "I'm sorry, Sir... what I mean to say is that I never understood the depth of my submissive nature. I always denied it was true. I know better now. I want your control, Sir. I'll be your submissive. I'll be your slut. I'll be your submissive slut, Sir, to be used in any manner you desire."

He looked at Mr. Tillotson who smiled and nodded, whatever that meant. Mr. Bartels replied, "I... I hoped you might be submissive, Mary, but I admit I never expected the way it would come out."

I smiled shyly. Each word of encouragement and affirmation from him deepened the feeling I had, the compliance... the submission I felt to him. Mr. Tillotson might not even have been in the office for the depth of attention I felt toward Mr. Bartels. How could such a transformation occur so rapidly, so completely? I didn't care. It didn't matter.

His smile was ear to ear. "I want to accept you, Mary," he said. I understood immediately. He wasn't saying he wanted to give me the position but that he wanted to accept my submission to him, though that would also include the position. I watched him carefully, anticipating his words. My nipples were again hard nubs. I felt my pussy aroused again even after the fucking I had just received. My mind raced, then, just accept me, my mind pleaded.

"You understand, Mary, that what we are talking about could be damaging to not only us personally but the Corporation if it were ever to become public."

"I'll be very discrete, Sir, I promise," I replied suddenly concerned this might somehow still slip away.

"I am sure you will be, Mary. However, given the potential risk, I need some more substantive form of guarantee." I looked at him puzzled but desperate to give him anything that was needed. "You have two sons, correct?"

"Yes... Sir... what...?" And there it was. The form of the guarantee he needed. Never to be used as blackmail, he assured me, but as insurance.

* * * *

I left the office stunned. I understood the magnitude of the guarantee he demanded. I had already given my eagerness to fully submit to him, to accept his control of me as he desired. I had given it freely and with understanding. His demand wasn't for blackmail or control. His demand was the clearest and perfect form of guaranteeing my silence regarding the arrangement should I ever want to leave the arrangement which he made clear was always an option for me.

I was to seduce and fuck my two sons and that act would somehow need to be documented to provide insurance for the future. That would be his guarantee. And, it was perfect. Above anything else, I couldn't hurt my sons. Allowing the world to know of what would be assumed to be an incestuous affair with my sons could possibly damage them and me.

That was only part of it, though. As I drove home that Friday night, I understood the implications. To accomplish this once would open everything up between us. How could I fuck them once and not again? How could I think their reaction would simply be, 'Oh, wow, thanks, mom' and go on with life as before? Nothing could ever be the same after that. My sons would have to also become my on-going lovers. I wouldn't be accepting the 6 men in the office but my sons, too. Lovers, yes. That would be the distinction, though, wouldn't it? The men in the office would be fucking me. My sons would be lovers.

But... how do I manage seducing the boys? It isn't something we build up to. The weekend. It has to be now. Mr. Bartels wants to make an announcement Monday. There was only one way. The boys might hate me... or...

As I turned into the driveway of our very modest home, I reflected on the potential of the opportunity in front of me. Not just the job in the Corporate Executive Office but the financial security it would provide the boys and me. It wasn't just the submitting and fucking but bringing the family out from under the crushing debt left to us to bear and the chance to possibly relocate to a house we deserved. The house I drove up to was barely satisfactory and not in the best neighborhood and was small and outdated. I had always wanted more for the boys. I would be able to give them that.

"Boys?" I called out as I entered the house from the side door facing the separate single car garage.

"In here, mom," came Mark's voice.

In here wasn't very distinctive but the house was so small that it was clearly coming from the small kitchen where I knew the boys would be sitting working their way through a frozen pizza.

"Sorry I'm so late, guys," I offered as I entered the kitchen. I had shrugged off my suit jacket and caught Paul, the oldest by a few minutes, staring at my chest. I started to blush. I knew why he was staring. I tried to ignore that and took a chair at the small dinette table with them.

Paul started to get up with, "If you haven't eaten, mom, I'll get you a plate." But, I stopped him with a hand on his as he was pushing up. He paused and sat back down.

"What is it, mom?" Mark asked. "The interview not go well?" The boys always did somehow read me so well.

I forced a smile, "The interview went very well but we need to talk about that. My decision about it would have ramifications for the two of you, too." I looked at each of them and they stared at me. I took a deep breath. "You two boys are the single most important and precious part of my life and I need you to understand... or... try to understand..." I stumbled out.

Mark and Paul both reached out and held my hands. "Just tell us, mom," Paul said.

"Yeah, just spit it out. That's what you always used to tell us. Just get it out," Mark added.

"Whatever it is, you know we're here for you. We trust you, mom."

"You're right, of course. First, though, there is something I should have told you years, ago." They deserved to know the truth about us and that felt as heavy as the job issue did. There is no easy way for this, either.

"I'm going to have to just blurt this out, guys. I'm not your real mother." I watched them carefully for the shocked or hurtful reaction I was expecting but wasn't finding. "You deserved to know sooner, but..."

"We know, mom," Paul said.

"What?" I responded shocked... and relieved. One shocking thing for the night would be enough. "But... how...?"

Mark chuckled, "Maybe you don't even remember that Biology class project we had as sophomores when we needed to submit saliva samples for the DNA study we were doing. We submitted ours and yours for the study." I shook my head. I had no recollection of what they were talking about.

"We thought you were stressed with work at the time," Paul added, "but you did give us a sample."

Mark continued, "When the results came back from the testing company, Paul and I were both surprised but thought each other's was somehow in error so we compared our results. We were definitely siblings but the spaces for parents was blank. This was after..." and I nodded so he didn't have to say it "but we submitted yours ourselves so we knew your DNA was in the data base."

"Yeah, that got us wondering. The results came back to us in sealed envelopes for privacy and not shared in the assignment so it was secret. But... your DNA was in the data base but didn't show up as a parent. We talked about that and knew you weren't our biological mother. We assumed you were a step-mom or something."

Mark picked it up, again. They were tag-teaming me like they did when they were trying to wear me down to get what they wanted. This was different, though. "So, what did happen?"

I told them the sordid details. Then, "So, you see, I was never really your mom."

They both laughed which surprised me. Here I was divulging, until tonight, my worst fear and they were laughing.

"That didn't mean anything to us, mom," Paul said.

Mark added, "The biological thing..." and he shook his head "is just biology. You are the best example of being a mom by doing anything and everything for us."

In unison, they finished with, "You are our mom." I melted before them but I still had a more difficult discussion to have.

I took another deep breath and exhaled. I had decided on the way home that the only way for all this to work, the only way it could for me to please Mr. Bartels, was to be 100% open and honest and deal with the ramifications. One hard discussion down and one to go. I told them an only slightly sugar-coated version of the interview with Mr. Bartels and Mr. Tillotson.

"Holy, shit... sorry, mom," Mark uttered.

I smiled, "I think we're past worrying about some words, don't you?" Both boys laughed and it was a tremendous relief from the anxious stress. At least their first inclination wasn't to hate me or be repulsed.

"Holy fuck, then," Mark came back with. I couldn't help to laugh, too, though I shook my head. "Are you saying... you did say... you fucked the CEO AND the Chairman of the Board for the interview?"

"It was more involved than simply that, young man," I countered. And, it had been, including an interview with the Senior Director of Human Resources who seemed as confused by the position as I was at the time. "This was only the last interview. But... okay, your point is correct. That's exactly what I did."

"Let me understand this," Paul insert. Paul had been digesting what I had confessed while Mark was blurting his reactions. "You'll have office duties but your... what... service role would be..."

"Executive Services," I added.

"Right, your main role as Executive Services will be... fucking all the executives?" he finally got out.

"Only the executives in that office," I clarified as if that made a big difference. When I realized how that had sounded, I blushed anew.

"This is what you want, mom?" "How did this happen?" the boys bounced questions out.

"Something else happened that you should know. Something even Mr. Bartels wasn't expecting or considered, at least not to the extent." They watched me. I wasn't sure how much more they could take, but I had decided to be honest about it all. "Once this last interview began, something happened that I will never be able to adequately explain in any way that might make sense. Despite Mr. Tillotson also being present in the office, it suddenly became only me and Mr. Bartels. It seemed that we weren't even in his office. At least, that's the way it seemed at the moment. Something about his voice and manner and suddenly his questions ceased being questions but statements of fact that in my mind had no response but agreement, acceptance, and acquiescence. I found myself complying, agreeing with his statements and suggestions. In a short time, I was his. At the time, he didn't yet understand that. In my mind, though, I had yielded to him."

"What are you saying, mom?"

"Nobody who knew me understood me. How could they? For years... forever... I have fought against my nature to get by, to get a job, to advance my career. Without my career... don't you see? Without my career, your father would certainly have ruined us completely. But somehow Mr. Bartels tapped into my private, hidden nature and released the submissive woman I have kept trapped all this time."

"Submissive." "Okay... uhmmm... let's back up a bit." "Yeah, first, that man wasn't our father in any way." "Certainly not like you are our mom." The boys played off each other, again. "But, you're a submissive." I nodded. "But... the executives..." "Yeah, okay... so you want to fuck all those guys and part of all that is finally finding someone who discovered you and took charge to allow you to comply to this degree?"

I was quiet for a moment. I nodded shyly. I think that's right. I studied them each. How were they not upset? Was this the depth of their caring for me? To understand and then accept what I wanted?

"Okay," Paul finally said and Mark nodded his agreement.

"Okay?" I repeated.

"Yeah, I mean, this is what you truly want, right, and it sounds like it brought you relief so you're not having to hide your natural self anymore."

"Yeah, we're here for you mom. Whatever you ever need."

"You've always been there for us. It's our turn. If you want this, we'll accept it and support you."

I almost fainted from relief. Was the next issue going to be harder or had the door been sufficiently opened?

"There is something I need from you both," I ventured. They looked at me expectantly. They were eager to follow through for me. "I need you to fuck me." I wasn't sure what I expected but I wasn't expecting the smiles they gave each other and me. "You're not... disgusted? You're not shocked?"

"Seriously, mom?" Paul quickly responded. "You have no idea how often you are at the center of my fantasies when I masturbate." I must have looked aghast. "Mom," he continued in justification, "you are one fucking-hot mom."

I was stunned to say the least. This certainly was going a lot better than I feared. So, I repeated the guarantee requirement from Mr. Bartels. They understood they were now a part of it, at least in the form of the guarantee document and, as Mark pointed out, the cat was out of the bag now.

"So," I ventured, "you really want to fuck your old mom?"

"No," Mark protested, "we want to fuck our fucking-hot mom." He seemed very pleased with himself.

"One more question, mom," Paul asked. "What happened to your bra?"

I looked down at my white blouse. I had a feeling he had noticed earlier. "Mr. Bartels kept it." I could see it in their eyes. My fingers began undoing the buttons of the blouse and their eyes were glued to each one as it opened. I stood and pulled the blouse from the skirt and opened the blouse wide. I heard the gasps. I slid the blouse off my shoulders and down my arms. What the hell, I thought, they will be seeing it all soon enough. I unfastened the skirt, then the zipper, and pushed it over my hips.

"Fuck, no panties, either." "And a bare pussy. Fuck mom. You really are fucking hot!"

I smiled but it still seemed inappropriate somehow to hear my son talking that way about me. "Mr. Bartels said I would never wear bra or panties to work." I giggled, "And, he likes sheer blouses."

Paul quickly stood and approached me. I thought he would ask that we fuck. Instead he gently kissed me, then passionately. Mark duplicated it. When Mark parted from our kiss, Paul and Mark each took a breast. I smiled at them.

"Time to fuck," they said in unison.

"Yes, sirs," I replied without thought. It would be sometime later that I would be able to point to that moment when I subconsciously understood I would also submit to my sons.

I walked ahead of them without additional prodding. I knew they were studying my naked body and that made it even more exciting. I was their 'fucking-hot mom', I reminded myself with pride.

Entering my bedroom, I recognized their uncertainty. I stepped up to Paul, placed his hands on my naked body, and began kissing him passionately. I didn't stop kissing until after his hands began wandering over my body. I did the same to Mark but when I parted, I tugged his tee shirt up and off him. I moved back to Paul and repeated that and added undoing his belt and the zipper of his jeans. He was pushing his jeans down as I moved back to Mark.

Once they were naked, I looked and gasped. It was the first time at seeing them naked since they were young enough that I helped them with their baths. They had grown... in a very big way. They were big in general. Both, fraternal twins and so much alike. They stood 6' 2", weighing a muscled 210 pounds from hard work and training for football and wrestling. What I was gauging at the moment, though was the 10 inches of nearly fully hard cock each.

"Oh," I gasped, "my boys are going to make mommy very happy."

Whatever uncertainty they may have been feeling entering my bedroom instantly evaporated as I gently nudged them back until they hit the side of the bed and sat down. I knelt down in front of them and grasp a straining cock in each hand. I looked up at them and may have unconsciously licked my lips. I lowered my head to kiss each cock, lick each, and take the head of each in turn into my mouth. They were already hard but it felt important to me to show them I was willing to do whatever they wanted. And, I wanted to feel their cocks in my mouth.

"Who is first?" I asked. Boys... they resolved it by rock-paper-scissors. Mark won. I asked how he wanted me. He returned a numb look as the reality of what was about to happen settled over him. So, I pulled him into the center of the bed with me on my back and legs spread. He got between my legs and stared at my fully exposed pussy. "Have you done this before, honey?" He looked at me, nervously at Paul, and back at me shaking his head. "Paul? You?" He said, no. "Perfect," I replied. "I get to be your first. We really do need to practice, then. You want to look like you know what you're doing, right?"

"What if we think we need a lot of practice?" Paul asked playfully.

I giggled, "I think you two will catch on pretty quick," I replied with my own playfulness. "But, I won't be complaining if you do want to."

Mark, of course, knew just enough of what to do. Porn, probably, I thought. He aimed his cock at my ready pussy and inched it just inside the lips. I gave him my full attention and pulled him to me to kiss. That action moved his cock another inch inside. I whispered to him, "You have a magnificent cock, Mark. You and Paul have bigger cocks than I've ever seen. I want you to fuck me with it, Mark. Fuck me hard with your big cock. Later..." I gasped as his cock plunged deeper, "later we'll make love." He thrust fully into me. "OHHHH... FUUUCCCKKKK... yessssss," I exclaimed. He pulled back and thrust deep and powerfully, "Yesss..." I beseeched, "yes, yes, just like that."

I had already orgasmed numerous times before arriving home to start this. But Mark, and Paul later, was straining to hold back who knew how much fantasy suddenly being real.

"Oh... fuck... mom... your pussy... is so... hot and... wet..." March gasped out.

I turned my head in the direction of Paul kneeling on the bed near us. "Come here, baby. Let me suck your beautiful cock."

And, just like that we were a threesome. One cock in my pussy and another in my mouth. My sons. What an awful mother. What a lucky mother.

I felt Mark's cock pulse in my pussy. I moved a hand to my pelvis and began strumming my clit vigorously. When I felt Mark's cock spurt his cum into my pussy, I pressed hard onto my engorged clit. I erupted in orgasm, my pussy clenching around the cock and flooding it with my juices. I was in heaven and I wanted more. Paul was next.

After Paul added his cum to my pussy, he collapsed onto me, panting into my hair. I whispered with my own gasping, "Let me clean your cock, too, honey." I had sucked Mark's cock clean while being fucked by Paul. Two big cocks to pleasure and be pleasured by. And, those cocks at work. I am such a slut taking this on. Who knew.

I lay sprawled on the bed between Mark and Paul who were both caressing my body. I sighed at the feel of two men lovingly appreciating my body and what we had just done. I closed my eyes and let the warmth of their presence envelop me.

I suddenly slid myself to the foot of the bed and turned to them. My two men. Their naked bodies and soft cocks comfortably exposed to me. Of course, my nakedness was also exposed to them.

"I'm getting myself a glass of wine," I announced. "I want to fuck you both, again, and even you young men need some recovery time." I smiled at them and realized my right hand was fondling a breast. This felt so natural... so wrong, but so natural. "You want wine or beer?" They looked at each other surprised. Beer they agreed quickly as if I might change my mind. "Stay right there as you are, I'm not done with you two tonight."

When I returned they hadn't stayed where they were but only to lean up against the headboard. I was clutching the cold beer bottles to one breast while holding the glass of wine. I handed the bottles to them and my glass to Paul so I could safely take my position between them.

Mark said, "This beer is cold..."

"Yes," I agreed, "and I am trusting you will warm up that boob for me." I winked at him and a big smile formed on his face. He rubbed his free hand against the bedding and began fondling my breast.

After a moment of silence, "After what we did, are you two okay?" I asked.

"Mom, a moment ago you said you wanted to fuck us, again. Now you are asking that?" Paul pushed.

"Call it," I paused, "motherly concern."

"Okay. Concern accepted, but don't be concerned, anymore. We are completely good with everything," Paul offered.

"Yeah, totally good with it. Mom, you are amazing. I mean... wow," from Mark.

Paul added, "You are correct, mom. There is no way for us to go back now and we don't want to go back. Mark and I have talked about it often. We've felt bad for you after... you know... but we didn't know what to do except to be the best sons you could want. You had to be lonely and..."

"We didn't know what we could do about that. We hoped you might find someone. We weren't thinking about a father for us, we didn't need that. We just wanted you to be happy."

"Are YOU okay with what we did?" from Mark, again. Maybe it was them being twins that they followed each other's thoughts so completely.

"Yes," I smiled at them and gave each a kiss on the cheek. "I am totally good."

"So, we want to do whatever we can for you. What can we do?"

"Actually... there is..." I hesitantly began but again concerned about expressing more for them.

Paul surprised me. He took my leg next to his and lifted it over his. Mark, seeing his brother, followed suit but remained quiet. Paul's hand went to my well fucked pussy and Mark began teasing a nipple. I sighed and released a soft moan.

"Submissive," Paul said. "You want to let your submissive nature out. Mr. Bartels discovered it and released you and you've surrendered to it." I nodded. I glanced at him but was fixated on his fingers stroking my clit and pussy while his brother fingered a nipple. Would he say it so I wouldn't have to? Did he understand? "Surrender it to us, too, mom. Let us relieve some of it from you."

Mark was up to speed. "Will that help, mom? You can submit to us, too. We'll take care of you and love you. You know we will."

"Yes, Sir... Sirs." There was silence and their fingers stopped. They didn't leave my body but they did stop. "Mark and Paul, my two wonderful young men, I will submit to you if you will have me." They wanted me and I wanted them. My God, I thought, how did I start the day just seeking a better paying job and find myself now submissive to three men.

I was so damn horny. Mr. Bartels used the slut word for me. Would my boys come to think of me that way, too? I wouldn't be surprised. The release from denying my nature opened a hunger inside me, a hunger and desire to satisfy and please these three men. And right now all I could think about was fucking my boys, again.

I reached across Mark, my breast pressing into his muscled chest to put my half-full glass of wine on the bedside table. I then got on my knees between them and asked, "Remind me... who fucked me first before?"

Both of my sons looked at me with dawning recognition. "Mark did," Paul said quickly with anticipation. He reached over and placed his beer bottle on the opposite table. I crawled over his legs and lowered my mouth to his aroused cock. I sucked and licked only a few moments for it to be hard, again. Youth, I thought. I then crawled over his hips, took his cock in my hand, and aligned it blindly to my pussy hole. As I settled down over it, "Ohhhh... fuuuccckkkk," he gasped.

As I started rising and fall on his big cock, I leaned forward, pressing my breasts into his also well muscled chest, and kissed him hard and long as my hips continued to rise and lower on his cock with smooth, easy motion. He moaned and groaned into my mouth.

"Oh... fuck... mom," he gasped. "You are amazing!" He raised his hips to meet me coming down. "I... I want... to fuck you... everyday."

I kissed him hard. "I submitted myself to you and Mark, honey. You can fuck me anytime you want." Looked over at Mark but speaking to both. "I am yours here. Use me anyway you want. Fuck me, have me suck your cock. Make me your slut if you want."

His hips rose up with new urgency. I slammed down with my own urgency. He was young, though, and recently climaxed. I orgasmed well before him but we fucked through it. When I had trouble moving, he fucked me from below.

Mark tentatively joined us. He mauled a breast, pinched and twisted a nipple. At some point he reached underneath me to strum my engorged clit. As I exploded, again, Paul finally spurted his cum into my pussy. My body shook and quivered as I sank down onto Paul, his cum leaking the last of his cum as my pussy convulsed around it.

It was several moments later and I was still collapsed on Paul. My breathing was ragged as I turned my gaze to Mark. "Give a minute, honey. I want... to ride you, too."

I watched him lie on his back holding his hard cock upright. I giggle. "My boys. I love you both so much." I sat up and knelt over Paul, his cock sliding out of my pussy. I almost fell over trying to shift over to Mark. As I settled my used pussy over him, I gasped at the feel. I looked down at Mark, "I'm such an awful mom for fucking you two."

Mark looked up into my eyes as I settled fully over his 10 inches. As I began rising, he pinched both nipples. "No," he said, "you're the best mom ever. And it's not because you are fucking us."

Maybe, I thought, but I knew I had the two best sons a mom could ever have.

We fucked well into the night... the morning really. We never did make love. We just fucked.