The Available Mom Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Alex's hips slammed against my ass. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me against himself and fucked me from behind.

Caleb was in front of me. His hand in my hair and his other hand gripping one of my swinging tits.

"That's it, Mom," Caleb said to me. "That's it. You are so beautiful."

I looked at him. Sweat covered my body, my mouth was open and I was panting. I licked at him and rocked back and forth from the hard thrusts from Alex. "I love you, baby," I said to him through heavy breaths.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Caleb's intensity drew me in. He held my hair in a very tight fist, our eyes locked, his other hand pulled my nipple then let go, moving to my cheek. He pressed his forehead to mine and we looked at one another.

"Ah! Mom. I'm cumming!" Alex grunted behind me.

Slap. Slap.

I felt him emptying his balls into me. I pushed back against him as hard as I could. I would have sat back on him, if Caleb would have let me. But he didn't. He held me in place with his strong hands and intense gaze.

"That's it, honey," I said to Alex. "Fuck all of it into Mommy. Fuck your your cum into Mommy. All of it. Yes baby. I am so proud of you!"

Alex gave me what he had, then held my hips for a moment. He took a deep breath and pulled out.

Caleb kissed me hard on the mouth, still holding my hair and my face. His firm, direct movements made me feel loved, needed and close to him. He was so intense, that he struggled being in the moment. I learned this about him and I wanted him to be fully here with me and with us. We kissed roughly and then he broke off the kiss, looking me in the eyes.

"I love you, Mom," he said to me. "So much."

"I know baby, I love you too," I said to him

He pushed my head down to his waist and he took his very hard cock and pushed it into my mouth. He kept his hand in my hair and the other he moved down to my neck, helping me to stay straight to suck him.

While Alex always needed my urging and reassurance. Caleb needed my compliance to his control and my direct unwavering attention to match his intensity. I sucked his dick about half way in as he held me there. He let go of my neck and gripped his cock. His hand pressed to my mouth as he moved it around, using his dick to feel the inside of my mouth. I opened wide for him.

"I love your mouth, Mom," he said to me as he pushed his dick deep into my open mouth. It hit the back of my mouth and I tried to push back naturally. But he wouldn't let me. "Try to swallow my cock, Mom. Please try and swallow it."

He pushed it further and I took him into my throat. A mom is truly connected to her son when she is deep throating his cock. He groaned and held it there. I knew this wasn't dick sucking, this was about letting Caleb feel everything. He needed to let himself feel. He kept holding his cock by the base, trying to wiggle it, but it was stuck in my throat. We were utterly connected.

I knew Alex was watching us still and I was so proud of him. I wanted him to see that I could love Caleb like this and him at the same time.

Caleb grunted and pushed further. My nose was against his pelvis, in his pubic hair and his full erection went down my throat. He groaned and said, "I have wanted to do this to you for so long, Mom. Please. Try to swallow it. Please, Mom, swallow my dick"

I did what I could, drool ran out of my mouth and I constricted my throat on his erection. I couldn't see anything and I couldn't say anything but a muffled grunt. But I knew he was looking down at me with his cock half way down my neck. My sweet boy, Caleb, was right here with me. It was getting harder to breathe but I kept working on him. His firm grip on my hair telling me that he wasn't done yet.

Finally he pulled back. Drool, precum and spit ran out of my open mouth. My face was red with sweat, tears and from holding my breath for so long. I looked at my son and he smiled at me.

"Mom, you look so beautiful like this," Caleb said to me.

"I agree," Alex said.

I leaned back onto my knees and smiled at them, my arms went up to retie my pony tail and I looked at my sons. Alex sat in his father's chair and Caleb stood in front of me, his erection swinging as he moved. My tits jiggled as I tied my hair tie really tight to keep my hair out of my face.

Our date night and subsequent sex the night before led to us sleeping together or near one another in the master bedroom. I was up first and had sex with Tristan in the shower before he went to class. I made breakfast for Caleb and Alex and now we had been having trouble keeping our clothes on.

"Caleb," I said as I finally finished tying my hair back. I sat back on my knees on the bed. "Can you do something for me?"

"What?" He asked.

"Can you cum for Mommy?" I asked him.

"Are you ready to stop?" He asked. "I know we can't do this all day but--"

"No," I cut him off. I looked at him directly and took on a very firm maternal tone. "Caleb, I want you to stop trying to control it. I want you to give me that big load that you have been teasing."

The smile left his face. My tone had shifted him from his usual "smarter than you" demeanor to my son needing to do what I am asking him to do.

I slid to the end of the bed and continued, eyes never leaving his, "I want you to let yourself go. It is just us and, right now, Mommy needs to stop edging and just let yourself blow your whole fucking load into me. Empty that cock and balls, son. All of it. Anywhere you want, on me, in my mouth, my ass or my pussy. I want it all. I want all of your fucking cum." I looked at Alex and added, "That goes for you too, sweetie. If you feel like you can again, then Mommy needs it. Ok?"

Alex nodded and Caleb did as well.

Caleb gently pushed me and I moved to my back, legs open. I already had Tristan's load in me and Alex had cum not a few minutes earlier. Caleb climbed onto me, between my legs and pushed himself into my pussy.

"That's it, honey," I said to him. "I see you."

He looked vulnerable as he slowly began to thrust. I slid my hands to his ass and pulled him close.

"I love it when you fuck me and play with me and tease me, baby," I whispered to him. "But I also really love it when you pump your full release into me. That is Mommy's favorite part, when you are giving me all your pent up release. I love the look on your face when you are letting it go and just giving it to Mommy."

He looked at me. He seemed so fragile at this moment. I knew that he tried so hard to be everything, including this incredible lover. I loved that about him. But I wanted him to have moments of no expectation, no expectation to last in bed, but instead to just give me his load.

He started to thrust a little faster and we found a good groove in the bed. His hands gripped my ass and I held his. "Do you really want my cum, Mommy?"

"Yes baby," I said to him. "I really do."

He started to thrust faster. I could feel he was trying to let go and not hold it in.

"That's it, Caleb," I said to him. "Fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy with that cock."

He grunted and thrust faster. I could see my words taking a hold of him. He was trying to let go. The bed creaked with each hard thrust. "Yes Mom. Yes Mom," was all he said over and over again.

I took a firmer tone, my hands clutching his flexing ass cheeks now as I urged him on. "Come on Caleb, that's it. Fuck your mother. Fuck Mommy's pussy. I need your cum baby."

At the word "cum" his eyes fixed on mine. "Yes Mom. Yes Mom," he grunted.

"Yes Caleb. I need it. I need that cum. I need it, baby. Mommy needs your cum. Don't tease me, honey. Don't hold back. Please, give Mommy your load. Oh baby, I know you are close!"

He grunted and fucked me faster. His movements grew erratic and out of control. His face was red and I knew he was almost there.

"Yes Caleb," I urged him. "Fuck that cum into me. Give Mommy your dick milk. Let it all go. Yes baby!"

"Ah!" He cried out. He bucked his hips and thrust. "Mom. I am going to cum. Mom. Mommy-"

I clutched him as he came. His hips bucked wildly, and I held him by his ass right in place. He held himself against me as he gave me his full release. I held him close as he shook. Our bodies fully connected, his cock fully in me and body full of my sons' cum. I cooed in his ear and soothed him, relishing in this close moment with my most difficult child.

I looked over his shoulder and caught Alex's eye. He was watching intently and I smiled at him. I loved my boys.

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"Ok ladies," the trainer said. He was the older version of the meathead that normally taught this class. I could never remember any of their names. "Let's wind it down and stretch. Great work out today!"

I took a deep breath and sat on the floor, stretching my legs. If working out wasn't such a habit, I probably wouldn't have gone. But I was committed, no matter what was going on at home. Through the years it was homework, sports practices, plays and events, and somehow I always made it to the gym four times a week.

Now it was three of my boys having sex with me. My sleep was suffering and I was physically tired from the last few days. Once again, I needed some me time just to decompress. Things have become so intense, emotional and physical at home that I just needed some space. It reminded me of when I had 4 kids under 6 years old at home. Everyone needed something all the time.

The difference was that I wasn't feeling drained or pulled on or overextended like I had in the past. I felt more like myself than I had in a long time and the truth was that I felt more full (yes, physically full from the perfect viscous fluid my three boys had fucked into my mouth, pussy and even my ass over the last couple days) than ever. I didn't realize what was missing until I found it.

I rolled into doggy position and took a deep breath, stretching my lower back and my glutes. I closed my eyes and smiled. There is nothing that motivates a mom more for leg and butt day than being fucked in the ass by her son. As I thought about it, anal sex was not something I would want or even need all the time. But when it did happen, it made me feel so beautiful and, interestingly, wanted. Once again, all the work I had put in to keep my ass in shape felt so worth it. I always loved being checked out, or (as I have said before) noticing a man looking at my ass. I used to think that was just a need for affirmation or attention, and part of it is that, but when my Caleb was butt fucking me, I knew that deep down that is really what I wanted: men to think about my ass not just as something to notice, or smack or grope (which I love), but also to fuck.

"They can think all they want," I muttered to myself as I deepened the stretch. "But that part of me belongs to my boys."

I opened my eyes and caught one of the men in the gym looking at me. I didn't want random men. As much as I was coming to terms with the fact that I was likely a sex addict. I didn't just want sex. I wanted the connection I was experiencing with my boys. I loved the sensations, the orgasms and I absolutely loved their semen, but I was growing more and more addicted to the deep connections that we were sharing. I was falling more in love with all three of them.

I took one more stretch, arching my back and pushing my ass out. Only Caleb had fucked me in the ass. "Fucked in the ass," I thought. What a beautiful term and experience to share with my son. It really did make me feel beautiful.

I wondered what Tristan and Alex would feel like. Was that something they wanted to do with me? I really hoped so. I would be available for it, of course.

The class ended and I refilled my water bottle. I glanced at my phone and noticed Mike had called and that David had sent me a text. I looked at the text.

David: Hey Mom. Sorry I have been slow to get my laundry. Can I come by today and get it?

Me: Hi David. Yes you can, but I haven't had a chance to fold it yet. Let me run it through the drier again to fluff it up first. Maybe come by for dinner?

David: Sure thing. I hear my bozo brothers are staying over this week.

Me: Yes. It has been a full house.

David: Mom, you should tell them to make their own food.

Me: That's true and I should tell you to do your own laundry. But neither of us is ready for that.

David: Touche'. I love you, Mom. I will see you tonight.

I slid my phone into the side of my yoga pants and walked to the car. David was my oldest and our relationship was easily the most simple and the most complicated. He had always been a good kid, smart, driven enough to get through school and to get a job. He almost married one girl but that never happened. She was a bitch in my opinion.

David was independent, direct and when he left the house, he mostly left. But he did have me do his laundry every week and at first I thought it was silly. But now I realized he did it to make sure we stayed in touch. It was a weird, quasi lazy way to do it, but I think he doesn't know another way. David also struggles a lot with Mike. Not so much with Mike, but how much Mike is gone. David really struggled with that through high school and often told me to make a big deal of it. I didn't. Maybe I should have.

David sees me as the woman that Dad takes advantage of. He has said as much. But I explained to him that this was a choice we both made and that I was part of Mike's decision to work so much. But I realized that David told me these things because he was frustrated with his father. I got it. Mike could be and is, very frustrating about certain things.

I often grouped Caleb and David together as my analytical boys, while Tristan and Alex were my sweet ones. But that wasn't totally right. Caleb lived under the shadow of Mike and David and I think David was very sweet. He just didn't know how to be sweet in the open. He thought Mike wouldn't approve of that or something. I shook my head at the whole thing. Mike and I approached parenting very differently.

My mind drifted to having sex with Tristan in the shower this morning and I laughed to myself. "Yes, we do approach parenting very differently," I said to no one.

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I got home and smiled when I looked around the house. Caleb and Alex had cleaned the whole house before they left for the day. Tristan had class and then some study thing, Alex was working the day shift and Caleb went out to lunch with a friend. But before that, he and his youngest brother cleaned the house.

This new connection was doing something to them too. Of course I knew that, but seeing this melted my heart. I had lingering doubts that what was happening was ok. I had never heard of a mom doing anything like this with her sons and I knew society would not approve. Mike would not approve, the more I thought about it. But then, I look around the clean house and the way my sons have been with me all I can do is smile.

"Fuck everyone else," I said, as I walked up the stairs to take a shower. "This is our family. Not anyone else's business. We are all adults."

I walked into my bedroom and pulled off my top and tossed it into the clothes hamper. I looked at the various family pictures and I smiled. I felt surrounded by love. I looked at a cute wedding picture of Mike and I from all those years ago, when I was barely pregnant with David. Mike is looking at the camera and I am doing one of those wistful bride looks off in some direction poses. I found myself looking at that picture in moments when I was having sex with one of our sons in this room. I know it was messed up, but I really got off looking at that picture when one of my sons is fucking me.

I shrugged and turned to the bathroom to take a much needed shower.

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"Whatever," David blurted. He was standing and looking at the table. The same board game was out and all four boys were playing. "Caleb, I know you think that makes sense. But you'll see."

Alex laughed.

"Oh boy," Tristan said. "Big brother has shown up to stamp out the rebellion."

Caleb shook his head with a smile. The competition between him and David was something I always forgot about until I saw it. It came out in weird ways, but always games.

"Keep it civil," I said in my most motherly tone that I could muster as I put together some snack options.

"No guarantees," David said. "Mom, this is a game about war."

"I think diplomacy is an option," Tristan offered.

"For you maybe," David replied with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes. Boys. My phone started to ring and I saw it was Mike. I realized that I never called him back. Lifting the phone to my ear, I walked upstairs to get away from the noise of my sons, so I could focus on Mike.

It was funny. When Mike was gone, I used to plan my days around when we would talk. With everything that was happening, I hadn't done that.

"Hey, babe," I said into the phone as I sat down on our bed. I looked at the wedding pictures again. I really liked fucking in front of them.

"Hi, honey," he said.

I was suddenly struck by his voice. I missed him. I knew it was disrespectful to him at some level at what I was thinking about and even what was happening with the boys. That was not my intention. Not really. Was it?

"How are you? Sorry I didn't call you back earlier. I was at the gym, then David texted me and the day got away from me," I said. I knew I did this. I always wanted to apologize to him when I couldn't get back to him.

"It's ok, babe," Mike said. "I am doing great actually."

I sat on the bed and smiled. I loved hearing his excitement. "What's going on? Something new?"

"Yes," He said and then paused. "So a few things have been going on at once and, to be honest, I haven't told you about some of them. Not because I wanted to hide it, but because I didn't want you to be disappointed."

"Oh?" I asked. I felt some anticipation growing. "What's happening? Tell me. I am assuming it is good?"

"It is so good," Mike said. "So I knew there were some shifts going on with a few of the vice president positions. I happened to be in the right meeting at the right time. But as they were talking I just decided to throw my hat in the ring. Like, I know they like me but..."

I listened and my smile grew wider as Mike told me that he was being promoted. He then jumped into the financial implications and they would be significant. He went on about benefits and what this would mean for us in the future. He went on so long about it that I knew he was stalling. There was another part to this "good news."

"The thing is," he said. "With all of this, and it is totally worth it, they are going to want me overseas a lot more."

"What is a lot more?" I asked, the smile leaving my face.

"Six months out of the year," he said. "But to start it is looking like nine months to a year."

He meant a year. This is how he walked me into these things. I frowned and said nothing.

"The office is in Paris and I will be going there next week. Pretty much going home for the night then leaving for Paris. I thought that, at some point you can come out and stay with me for stretches," he said, sensing my lack of enthusiasm.

"Oh yeah that could be fun," I said, trying to be happy. But I wasn't. I looked at our wedding picture and I wondered what was wrong with me. Why did Mike always make this choice? I know he told himself it was for us, but I was never consulted. I was expected to just be happy. I took a deep breath and then added, "I am so happy for you, honey. I know you have been working so hard."

"Be happy for us, sweetie," Mike said. "This is going to make things so much easier for us."

No single statement was further from the truth. "Yeah that's great," I replied.

"So, I was also thinking about next week. I will be home for that one night," he said, trying to sound sweet. "I was wondering if you would go out and buy something for the night."

"Buy something?" I asked, trying to keep the smile sound in my voice. It was a challenge.

"Yeah, like something sexy. Lingerie or something? To celebrate," he said.

I didn't say anything for a moment. My heart and body were not into this conversation. "I-I could do that. Do you have any suggestions?" I asked him.

"I will send you some," he said. "I just think it would be amazing to see you in something super hot, you know?"

Was I not hot enough as I was? I frowned, "Yeah that could be fun. Send me your ideas and I will see what I can do."

He went on to tell me about his day and I listened, trying to sort out what I was feeling. He spoke longer than I was expecting and then we ended the call.

"I love you, Sarah," he said to me as genuine as I had ever heard him.

"You too," I replied as hollow as I had ever said it.

Then he hung up.

I sat there for a long time. I had been so engaged in what was happening here that it had not occurred to me that Mike would be gone more. At the onset he would be gone for almost a year. How did that work? Certainly he could have pushed back, of course he could have advocated for his family and me. But he didn't. Was this my fault? I never made a big deal of it. Maybe I should have. But it was too late. It was too late to talk about all of this with him.

The crushing reality was that he had always chosen work over me. He had always chosen work over the real work of being a husband and a father. I looked at our pictures again and took a deep, thoughtful breath. I wasn't actually that sad. Part of me was actually relieved. With what was happening these last few days, Mike wasn't a part of it and I had been secretly dreading his finding out about it. Why did I want to hide this from him? I wasn't a liar. Was I?

There was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said.

David popped his head in. "Hey mom?"

"Yes, honey," I replied.

He stopped and look at me. "You are so pretty, mom."

My heart melted. "What makes you say that?"

He laughed then said, "I was totally coming up here to ask if we had any more of that dip you made. But then when I walked in, I just saw you and I was like, 'Wow, my mom is really beautiful.' Totally not trying to sweeten you up to make us some dip. I promise!"

I smiled at him. I started to cry.

David's eyes went wide and he walked over to me quickly. "Mom? I mean it, I didn't say that to get you to make us some dip. I'm sorry."

I laughed and cried at the same time.

He sat down beside me.

I told him about his father and what was happening with his job.

David sat for a long moment and he put his arm around me. He opened his mouth several times to speak but stopped himself. Finally he said, "I don't understand it. I just don't."

"What do you mean? It's a lot of money and..." I started.

"Are you kidding me? Who cares about money? If I had someone like you waiting for me," he looked at me very directly and unflinching, only in the way that David could, "I would be home every night. The only promotion that would be worth it would be one that would let me see you more."

"You are sweet," I said. "You don't have to..."

"No Mom," he cut me off. "Actually I do have to because you need to know this. Caleb, Tristan, Alex and me are down there having a great time. Do you know why? Because we all know that we have you, all the time, always available, always kind, always caring, always there to welcome us, love us and take care of us. You don't ask for anything, you don't expect anything and you completely pour yourself into us. You always have."

I looked into his eyes.

"I am sorry that I don't say that enough. But I see you. My brothers see you. You are the reason we can't seem to stay in a relationship with a woman, did you know that?"

I laughed.

"Because you are the standard. You are the ideal. Mom..." he got emotional. "I love you so much. I am going to tell you more. I am going to show you more. I-look, whatever is going on with dad is up to you guys, but as far as I am concerned, just know that your sons love you more than anything. We love-"

I cut him off as I kissed him.