Mom's New Job Ch. 03

CHAPTER 3: DOCUMENTATION

The next morning required several moments to fully take in. I was in bed alone. It wasn't early. The bedside clock read, 9:53 AM. The reality flooded back with memories of what I had brought home with me from the interview and what the boys had done for me. I had not gone to bed alone, far from it, in fact. After laying out to the boys exactly what that interview had been and what the job would really be, the boys were amazingly supportive. They had learned that their mom wanted to be an office slut to the very senior executives of the corporation I worked for. Yes, there was a fancy title for the position but 'slut' was the true role.

Even when I had explained to the boys that Mr. Bartels required an iron-clad guarantee that if I ever left the position I couldn't disclose what the position had been, the boys remained supportive. Of course, I got my own surprise when the boys confessed that their masturbation sessions were largely centered around fantasies regarding their mother.

So, when I took my fraternal 18 year old twin sons to bed with me, I found myself being the first woman they had ever fucked. And, I found both with magnificent cocks, thick 10 inches they would use on me as our new relationship evolved. We all understood there would never be going back to innocence. I was still their mom and there were things about the family and household that would remain under my control, but ... I was theirs now when we were home. I was theirs when they wanted me and how they wanted me. I had submitted myself to them last night, gladly accepting their control and care to complete what I had started with Mr. Bartels. I was theirs for their use however, wherever, and as often as they wished. I had desired to be a slut at the office. I found myself also desiring to be a slut to my sons.

A phone sounded somewhere in the house. "Shit," I blurted out as I scrambled out of the bed and fell onto the floor with sheets wrapped around my legs. As I sat on the floor naked trying to untangle the sheet and finding it far more difficult than it should have been, the boys appeared in the bedroom doorway.

"It's Mr. Bartels, mom," Paul explained holding the phone to his chest. Both boys were in boxer shorts but otherwise naked. "Isn't he the CEO?"

I nodded and took the phone still helplessly tugging against the sheets as if it were some giant Chinese finger-lock device. "Hello?" I answered, though I knew very well who was on the other end. "Yes, Sir." The boys were watching carefully as they quickly, and easily I noted, untangled me from the sheets. "Yes, Sir, they are right here." I took the phone from my ear and pressed the 'speaker' button. "Okay, Sir, you're on speaker and the boys can hear you."

"Paul and Mark, correct?" Yes. "My name is Arthur Bartels and your mom will be working under me but that will require your assistance." The boys tried to stifle their laugh but failed. "Something funny that I missed," Mr. Bartels asked.

"Sorry, Mr. Bartels ..." Paul began but was promptly interrupted.

"Arthur, please."

"Yes, ... uhmm ... Arthur," Paul continued and I found it surprisingly arousing that my two sons were now on a first name basis with boss who would be controlling my body in the office. "Mark and I both know the circumstances of mom's new job and ... well, your phrasing it as 'working under you' was just very graphic to us."

He laughed on the other end. "I like you two. Mary, have you already fucked them?"

I glanced up at them, "Yes, Sir. We thought ... decided ... well ... we should maybe practice if it was going to be documented."

He laughed, again. "Excellent! Very excellent, indeed." He then explained the next steps. He would text the address for his home and we should arrive when possible. He told the boys I was not to ever wear bra or panties when with him. The boys smirked. He would video them fucking me, copy it to his laptop, then to a flash drive to be stored in his safe. He would then delete the video from his phone and laptop. I agreed. The boys looked stunned. We didn't know what 'documented' might mean and hearing it laid out gave us all pause

After I ended the call, I looked up at the boys. I was still on the floor and they assisted me to my feet. They both hugged me, a three-way family hug that would forever more take on a more erotic significance.

"I guess this is for real, now," Mark offered.

I kissed each passionately before looking them in their eyes, "You each fucked me twice last night. I'd say it's very real, already." We leaned into a meaningful embrace, my nakedness tightly held against them.

* * * *

After our showers, I suggested they dress nice but still casual. I also suggested that since I had submitted myself to them that they should start directing me by deciding what I would wear. Remembering no bra and panties, they searched through my closet and selected a sundress that was mid-thigh and very light material. Wind had a habit of lift the skirt and I would never consider wearing it without panties but that was no longer my choice. I found myself getting aroused as I slipped it on and tied it behind my neck as the boys watched.

The boys were in Dockers and short-sleeved shirts. As we walked from the house to the garage, I was so proud of them. They had always been wonderful boys. Now, overnight, they were my men. The next hours would likely be embarrassing but we would do it together and for each other.

I followed the GPS on my phone out of the city proper into the surrounding suburbs. When the app indicated the next turn, I was confronted by a gate and security booth. I gave my name and who I was visiting. The man checked his computer, nodded, and the gate slowly swung open.

"Damn, mom," Mark exclaimed, "how much is Mr. Bartels worth?"

"I have no idea, honey," I admitted with my own awe reflected in my response.

The app continued to direct me along the magnificent curved streets of the very exclusive community. The house I was directed to was not a house but what most everyone would classify as a mansion. It was huge, two-stories, brick and lush landscaping that gave it an old-country estate feel, though I was sure the community couldn't be more than a decade old. The garage had four separate doors with a short glassed-in walkway attaching from it to the house.

We parked on the circular drive near the front door and stepped up the three steps to a fittingly huge, heavy wood door with a brass knocker rather than a doorbell. Despite the security at the main gate, security cameras were evident. Mark couldn't resist and lifted the heavy knocker and tapped it twice on the brass plate underneath. It wasn't long before the door opened and Mr. Bartels stood dressed similarly as the boys.

"Mary," he said with pleasure in his voice as he stepped out onto the large raised area at the door, took me into his arms, and kissed me lightly on the lips. He turned to the boys, "and your sons." He shook their hands as I identified each. He extended his hand to the open door and we entered. The inside didn't fail to match the imposing impression the outside presented. The foyer was two-stories with a curved staircase rising to the next floor. A formal living room on the right and large dining room on the left with a table with chairs for eight. A huge kitchen at the back opened to an enormous family room with pool table, card table, an unbelievably big TV screen with couches arranged in front, a full wet-bar, and massive rock fireplace and separate seating before it. I couldn't help but wonder if the room had ever had all the seating occupied.

He led us to family room, "What can I get you to drink?" he asked. I only wanted water. I was too nervous about what was to come. Not just for myself but for the boys. It was one thing for us to have fucked in privacy but to do it in front of someone they didn't know and have it recorded had to be intimidating. The boys just looked to me.

Mr. Bartels noticed, too. "Paul, Mark, I know all this is very new to you but if you are going to be in control of your mom, you really need to stop looking to her when there is a decision to be made. You are past 18 years old and old enough to vote, sign contracts, and go to war. The state might say you aren't old enough to drink but that is only in public establishments. So, what will it be? I have wine, beer, pop, or even water." He smiled at the end.

The boys took beer and he joined them. He was very good with the boys, talking to them as men and inquiring about their future plans. I had already told him that college was a big question given our financial situation but he delved more into what they would like more than the immediacy of college in the fall.

He led us outside to a large entertainment patio with a complete grilling station, dining and lounging area. Beyond the patio was a large pool and manicured lawn, gardens, and privacy fencing surrounding it all. Then, his conversing with the boys shifted and gave me a start.

He spoke to the boys with me trailing alongside them as we strolled into the yard. It wasn't exactly like I was being ignored as much as that what he wanted to impart was more relevant to the boys. That became very clear.

He stopped near the pool and faced the boys. I was next to them but he clearly was speaking to the boys. "I know this is all new to you, guys. I mean what your mom is ready to do for us in the office, her submission to me, and what still has to happen for her to be given that position in the office." The boys nodded as one. "I also now know that you not only fucked your mom but that led to her submission to you two. This is a lot to take in. I have some advice, if you are interested."

Paul jumped at it, "Of course, sir. Mom said you were an experienced dominant."

He smiled, glancing at me before returning his attention just to the boys. "You don't know, and your mom doesn't know, if you really have the personality to be dominant. And, I'll add, she is your mom and that will add a layer to work through. It might be that you don't have it in you to treat your mom fully as a dominant. That would be understandable. If my mom was still alive and I had a similar opportunity, I don't know if I could ... except I saw first hand how my mother's submission to my father was handled by him. In your case, though, you mom is submissive and wishes that part of her to be opened and nurtured. I will handle that when she is with me but she clearly, by her actions with you, wishes to share that with you."

He looked at me, then back to the boys. "Don't be concerned if the relationship of your mom's submission doesn't initially go smoothly. It can take some trial and error. Consider steps in working into it."

"Steps, sir, like what exactly?" Mark inquired. Damn, my future boss was giving my sons advice on how to manage me.

"Okay, fair point. Taking it in steps might mean focusing first on a few things you would enjoy. For instance, right now. You mom is dressed nicely in a flirty sundress." The boys looked at me with something different in their gaze. "Would you rather see your mom dressed or naked?"

"Hell, yeah," came the exclamation from both. Then, "Ohhhh ... okay, I see," Paul uttered. He turned back to me, "Mom, please remove your dress."

"Not bad, Paul, but ... using 'please' is polite and seems to suggest there might be an option open to her. Is that your intention? To allow an option?" I'll give you an example your mom can expect. In the office, I won't ask her to please suck my cock or give her a reason to suck my cock. I will just tell her, 'Mary, suck my cock'."

They both were nodding, something I'm not allowed to use as a response to Mr. Bartels. Mark moved alongside Paul, "Mom, take your dress off and remain that way until we're ready to leave."

I stared at him for the briefest of moments. My eyes had previously scanned the yard when it was mentioned how private it was. My hands went behind my neck and pulled the ties, the top sagged exposing my breasts and a slight push sent the rest to the ground. I bent to pick it up. I dropped it on a lounge chair nearby and returned to them naked. I was extremely aware of my nakedness with them fully dressed and being outside even if the yard did seem private. The slight breeze was an additional reminder and I knew without looking that my nipples were hardening.

Paul's eyes fixed on my nipples, too. "You know one of the things we have already discovered about our mom, sir?"

Mr. Bartels paused, "I thought you were going to call me Arthur?"

"No, sir. Maybe at some point but we were raised to show respect and since you will be mom's boss, well ..."

He smiled at that and seemed to approve. "Okay, I've already discovered some things about her myself, but go ahead."

"She is very responsive," Mark added as if he had started the comment. How they did that I had no idea.

"See how her nipples are hard, already?" Paul continued. He looked me square in the eyes and smiled a nasty smile, "I bet her pussy is already lubricated, too." I blushed but under the sun I thought it might have been hidden.

"Well done," Mr. Bartels said. "Did you notice her blush? Graphic reference of her in her presence is good. A little embarrassment, exhibitionism, or humiliation will be exciting for her and you."

Paul was still eyeing me with that look. "Sir," he began without taking his eyes from mine, "would you like to check her pussy?"

"Very good. I think you might have what is needed. And, yes, thank you, I would very much like to check to see if your assessment of your mother's responsiveness is accurate."

I was, of course. I could feel my pussy lubricating and it became more as they talked about me. I parted my feet as Mr. Bartels approached. "Notice how she opened her legs for my touch? That was one of the things I discovered about her. She is not only responsive when touched and penetrated, but she anticipates it to show her availability." His hand first went to my breast and slowly, teasingly moved down my body to my pussy. I sighed at the touch and moaned as his fingers moved over my pussy. Despite my intentions, I couldn't hold back the excitement of being touched in front of my sons and the sounds escaped freely. A finger pressed into my pussy and I groaned. "You are correct, Paul. She is very wet. In fact, I think she may need a good fucking." He inserted another finger and moved them in and out, his eyes on mine. "Is that it, Mary? Are you in need of a good fuck?"

"OHHHHH ... yes, Sir ... yes, I need to be fucked. You know I do. I told you Sir, I am your slut, your submissive slut ... I am their submissive slut ... do anything."

He glanced over his shoulder as he continued fucking his fingers in my pussy. "I don't suppose you fucked your mother in the ass last night?" They said, no. He smiled down at me, "Have you ever had anal, Mary?" Yes, I responded but years ago. "Good enough," he replied and pulled his finger out of me. "I've decided. You'll be double penetrated by your sons." He turned toward the house and called back, "Warm your mom up. I'll be right back with some lube for her ass."

Fuck, I thought. I was stunned but I probably shouldn't have been But ... my sons?

"Fuck," came Mark's voice. "Anal. I never thought of that."

They were moving toward me as they began stripping off clothes. They were naked in a moment and clearly excited. The idea of fucking me in front of Mr. Bartels was no longer intimidating or was now a turn-on under his direction. I dropped to the lawn and began sucking their cocks. They were bent over mauling my breasts

In moments, he was back with a tube of lubrication that he tossed to Paul. "It doesn't matter who is in her ass or pussy this time," he said calmly. "It won't be the last time we DP her today." He helped me stand and bend over at the waist. "Someone grease her asshole and be sure to push some inside it. Then, whoever is doing it this time, grease your cock, too." He then added, "I was hoping that after we get rid of the video thing, we can spend the day just ... enjoying ourselves ... and your mother."

I heard the boys chuckled behind me as gel was spread over and into my asshole. I didn't know which one it was but that didn't appear to matter. My impression of being here only to be fucked for the video was only the beginning. He had every intention of me being fucked by the three of them throughout the day. A shiver ran through me as I was bent over having my ass coated inside and out. A shiver that was lustful and anticipating. With my ass greased, I was turned to the nearest lounger where Paul was lying with his cock held in the air. So, it would be Mark fucking my ass first. I looked at Mr. Bartels who had his phone ready. I straddled Paul, took his cock and lowered my pussy to it and slowly sank down over it to the bottom. I sighed and gasped as his thick, long cock filled me deeper and deeper. I rose and lowered myself several times, my wet pussy gliding over his cock.

I turned my head back to Mark, "Okay, honey. My ass will be much tighter so be gentle. You have to work past the sphincter and your thick cock will hurt some at first. Ignore that and go slow, but once my ass adjusts to your cock, fuck me like you did last night." What a wanton mother, I was.

I leaned down to Paul and began kissing him deeply and passionately, hoping that would distract me. Though I had experienced anal, it was years ago and never with cocks like these. But, there was a reason I was nervous though I wouldn't think of hinting at refusal. Paul's cock in my pussy alone made me feel stuffed. How was I going to take the same sized cock in my ass, too? I felt Mark's cock press at my asshole and I gasped loudly and tensed.

"Relax, slut," I heard from the side. Mr. Bartels, obviuosly. "You claim to be our slut, Mary. Breath. Relax you body and take his cock. A good slut gets double penetrated."

"I love you, mom," Paul whispered with our lips touching.

I felt Mark lean over me and breath into my hair, "You are so fucking amazing, mom. I'll go slow. Touch my thigh when I should stop for a moment."

"Oh ... my dear boys ... I want you ..." I gasped as Mark's cock began opening my asshole.

My sphincter was resisting. It had been so long and the cock in the adjacent hole was big but I did what I needed, as I was told. I took in cleansing breaths, exhale for calm, and put my focus on Paul instead of the invasion at my ass. Slowly, my sphincter relented, spread, and Mark's cock was entering. I pressed back slightly as he pressed and the head plunged an inch fully inside.

"OH ... FUCK!" I cried. "Oh ... fuck ... oh ... fuck ... ohhhoooooooo ... yesssssss ..." flowed from my lips.

My hand was on Mark's thigh and he paused allowing my stretched and straining asshole to adjust to the invasion. Fuck, only the head inside and it felt like too much.

"You okay, mom?" came Mark's voice next to my ear.

"More," I uttered. "Slowly but ... more," I gasped.

He pressed more of his cock into me. Paul remained still and I was sure that was taking a herculean effort on his part as my pussy became tighter around him and his brother's cock began pressing against his. I wasn't even aware of the moment it happened but my ass felt less like it was about to tear and I released my hand from Mark's thigh and slightly pressed back. Mark felt both and pressed into me, too. He pulled back and pressed another inch inside, over and over.

"OH ... FUCK!" I cried out, again, as Mark's thighs touched my ass cheeks. "Damn ... I'm so ... fucking stuffed ... with cock! It ... feels like ... my whole ... body is stuffed," I called out between gasps, grunts, and moans. "Fuck me ... own me ... claim me as your slut mother!"

They did. Paul was restricted at first until I managed to get my knees more underneath me to allow him more freedom to thrust up into my pussy as Mark thrust into my ass. It was a very raucous chorus of moans and groans and grunts as both fucked wildly into my holes. I was delirious with nerve endings shooting sparks from pussy and ass with regular bumps against my clit. I orgasmed, first. The spasming of my body, though, probably tightened both holes as Mark quickly joined me and Paul a moment after. My body shook and convulsed so intensely I missed much of the feel of two cocks spewing cum into my holes.

I collapsed on top of Paul and Mark did on top of me. It took a moment for Mark to easy his weight off me which eased weight off Paul. It was the most intense feeling of connection I thought I could ever have with my sons. I was sure this too open a new door and DPs would occur again at other times, but they could never top this experience.

"My God that was maybe the hottest thing I've ever seen," I heard Mr. Bartels voice nearby. I glanced to the side to find him kneel close by. "I could probably make money with that."

I weakly shook my head at him. "Not ... part of ... the deal ... Sir," I panted.

He laughed, "I didn't say I would. I said it was so hot I could."

Mark eased himself up and slowly pulled out from my ass. Once out, I could feel his cum leaking out with his cock. I eased myself up off Paul and sat on the lounger next to him. I gave the boys a weak smile before turning to Mr. Bartels. "Satisfied, Sir?"

"More than satisfied, Mary. Come," he said by way of taking my hand, "let's go inside and get something for you three to drink and rest."

On the way, I grabbed my discarded dress. The boys pulled on their boxers and carried the rest of their clothes. Inside, Mr. Bartels served drinks and then lean close to me. "Do you suppose Mark is good with computers?"

"I know his is," I replied, "like everyone his age, I presume. Why, Sir?"

He pulled on my closest nipple. "I want to fuck your ass, too, Mary. But, I want both of your boys to experience it first." As he pinched the nipple, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "I'll take Mark to help transferring the video file to my laptop and flash drive. You ... my sweet, sexy office slut ... you get your other son hard so he can fuck your ass."

I looked over at Paul as Mr. Bartels began straightening up. I pulled him back down to me and kissed him hard. "Thank you, Sir. You keep proving why I can trust you."

He talked to Mark and they both walked off into the house. I crawled over to Paul and pulled his boxers to his ankles and off. He looked at me confused. "I want you to take my ass next, Paul darling." And I took his limp cock into my mouth.

I was so focused on Paul's cock time passed by without my interest. Before I knew it, Mr. Bartels and Mark were back in the room. "The wonders of youthful recovery," I heard Mr. Bartels voice. I pulled my mouth from Paul's cock while continuing to stroke it. It was indeed very hard.

I grabbed his hand and pulled on him. My 5' 1", 105 pounds was no match for his 6' 2", 210 pounds but he got the idea. I knelt on the floor facing away from him. I looked over my shoulder, "Fuck my ass, honey. I want to feel you big cock stretching me, too."

He knelt behind, his cock touching my asshole. "Don't I need the gel?" he asked. I told him, no. He positioned his cock and pressed against the tight opening. As I hoped, it opened easier after just being fucked but his cock still stretched me. It took him only moments to be fully inside me and then he fucked me. I grunted and moaned as he slammed his cock into me. He grunted under the effort. It seemed deliciously forever, the marvels of him after just cumming. He surprised me. He leaned onto my back, his weight on me as one hand mauled a breast and the other strummed my clit. I orgasmed. While my body still quivered and my pussy spasmed, he grabbed my hips and used his very powerful body to plow his cock into my ass. My arousal was peaking, again. I willed myself not to orgasm until he did. When I felt his cock pulse and swell inside my tight asshole, I released my orgasm which crested only moments before his cum spurted into me.

He pulled out of me and I collapsed on the floor. Paul lay over me to kiss me hard. When he broke it, out lips were still touching, "I love you, mom," and his eyes reflected it, too.

"Oh, baby, I love you both so much. I want you, Paul... you and Mark ... I want you to have me and control me. I need my beautiful boys to take care of me."

He mashed his mouth over mine. "We both love you so much, mom. You've always been the most perfect mom and now ... now you give us this."

Mark and Mr. Bartels were standing patiently waiting. I rolled out from under Paul and gave my attention to Mr. Bartels. But, it was Mark who spoke.

"So I saw bits of the video and ... it is so hot ... just like Mr. Bartels said. So, we're going to watch it."

Mr. Bartels came and extended his hand down to me. I took it and was assisted up. "And, my submissive slut, now that you've given your ass to both of your sons, while we watch your double penetration by your sons, you will be fucking me with your asshole."

I looked at him and then my boys. Submissive slut. Could there be any question about that? Clearly not. Mr. Bartels didn't make any pretense about how he spoke to me. My son was excited for us all to watch the video on the giant screen of me fucking my sons. My other son had only a very few moments ago filled my ass with his cum, our mutual climax coming under the watchful eyes of the other two. And to think that less than 24 hours ago I was just a mom seeking a new job with better pay. A smile formed on my lips. I had no regrets.

"Of course, Sir." I kissed him on the lips. "Then each of you will have taken me completely. This day has been proof to all of us, Sir, that I am a slut for each of you to use and to direct my use."

He smiled at me, raised my chin to kiss, "Well put, Mary. You are going to be a magnificent submissive." I smiled back at him.

Mark got the screen ready and started the video. Mr. Bartels had finally removed his clothes and sat in one of the chairs, his cock already hard. I backed to him, my legs spread over his. I reached underneath for his cock and moved it and my ass for contact with my used asshole, and lowered myself. Already, there was resistance, my hole having closed but it took little additional effort for his cock to open me once again. I still moaned and gasped at being stretched but was soon working my cum-filled ass down his cock.

I began moving up and down as I watch the scene on the TV of my sons filling both holes and fucking me. We had been unaware of our fucking being captured once we got started. Though captured by a phone, the quality was very good. Mr. Bartels had moved around us capturing angles, even from directly behind Mark with his legs spread over the lounge and my sons' two cocks plowing into my holes. It was stunning. I glanced at my sons to find them glued to the scene, big smiles on their faces. Glance was really all I could do and my attention to the screen was limited, too. My body was again on fire, my ass sending renewed arousal and stimulation leading me to yet another orgasm. I clenched my asshole around the cock and heard the gasp and moan from behind me. My cries of orgasm on the screen were matched by Mr. Bartels and me with our own climax.

It was probably 15 years ago that I had experienced anal in one of the swinger groups and I hadn't particularly enjoyed it. Undoubtedly, that was how it happened. This time, three times in a short period, was sensational. And, that hadn't been the end of my use that day. Into the early part of the evening, someone filled a hole with cock including my sucking cum from each. By the time it really was done, I was exhausted but euphorically so. Paul drove us back home while I dozed in the back seat.