Sitting on Dad's Lap Pt. 4/7

Ch 19 Primpin'

Missy Fri AM

I got up early and stretched. I pulled off my Sleep mask and looked at the clock. I smiled as I imagined the whole day of pampering ahead of me. Massage, mud bath, facial, mani-pedi, exfoliation, pretty much every beauty treatment offered at Erin Falls Country Club Resort and Spa.

I drove up into the mountains to the entrance and parked outside. I saw Elias, chief maintenance officer working on power lines. I waved and went into the Erin-Romanov Spa. I paused for a moment as I looked at the portrait of Lady Erin Erin-Romanov, the founder of the Spa. Her husband Prince Alexander Romanov was a distant relative to Tsar Nicholas II. Prince Alexi founded the original Country Club shortly after VJ day.

After I checked in for my appointment, I took Jenni aside and explained exactly what I needed. She smiled and led me into a massage room that wasn't in use.

I stripped naked and got on the table on all fours. She stood behind me and got ready. I looked back at her and smiled. She hit the shutter and zoomed in on my ass. I pulled my cheeks apart to reveal the butt plug I had special ordered for this moment.

It had a mini do not enter road sign on the clean end. I had her repeat the shot several times to make sure I had a good one. After I dressed, I slowed the best of the GIFs down to draw out the suspense, then sent it to Craig with the caption, "No matter what happens with the boys my ass is urs 4eva."

​My day of indulgence started as soon as my photo shoot was done.​

First up was the mud bath. I sank into a warm, mineral-rich volcanic clay pool that melted away every ounce of tension in my shoulders and left my skin tingling and detoxified.

From there, I transitioned to a deep-tissue massage that kneaded out the last remnants of suburban stress, followed by a soothing botanical facial that had my face practically glowing.

Next came an intensive exfoliation scrub that gave my skin a healthy luster, prepping me for the main event.

​Then I was led to the fish foot therapy tank. I lowered my bare feet into a warm basin teeming with tiny Garra rufa fish, giggling as they swarmed my soles and nibbled away every speck of dead skin.

I felt totally rejuvenated. The last stop was the Mani-Pedi room. I sat in a salon chair as the nail tech did a meticulous job, complete with a glossy coat of polish. By the time I walked out, I wasn't just relaxed, I was ready for whatever happened tonight.

When I got in my car and looked at my phone I saw it took Craig almost an hour to respond. 'He must've watched that GIF for a long time.'

"I love u so much."

"I love me too," I replied.

Did Craig tell you that lame ass U2 story? I bet he did. It's not true! Yes, we went to a U2 concert, and that was the first night we said I love you. It wasn't at the concert. It was several hours later, after he shot his fourth load on my tits.

I'd already taken one in my mouth, one in my pussy and one one my face. The truth is he started saying it one day. Months later, I said it to him without thinking.

A year after we were married, he came up with that U2 story and has bored everyone we know with it.

Anyway, back to my story...

Ch 20 Preppin'

Missy Fri PM

When I got home, I still had several hours to kill.

Reservations were made.

Outfit selected.

Lingerie unopened.

I went to the wet bar and poured two fingers of that high-end Johnnie Walker shit Craig bought after the wedding. It was good, but I didn't think it was $300 a bottle good.

After I drained the glass, I went to my bedroom and stripped naked. My nerves were as taut as a drum skin. I needed to relax, and I only had two options to relieve my tension, but getting drunk would spoil my plans.

I lay on the bed and pulled out the dildo I used on Craig. I poured the rest of the lube on it and pushed it inside me. I pictured Craig as I fucked him with the same toy that slid in and out of me.

My eyes closed as I started to remember that night. "Take my dick you hot heavenly stud, let mommy fuck your tight ass. You like Mommy fucking you, don't you?"

As I talked, the men in my life kept swapping places as the person I was fucking. It started with memories of Craig, then it was Dave, then Lenny, Benny, and Kenny.

My stomach undulated as my visions of these strong handsome men took turns letting me fuck their asses. My hips rocked, I pinched my nipple as I drove the cock deeper and harder.

Sweat covered my body as I aggressively fucked the dildo back. Gasps and moans competed with the squish-slurp from between my legs. I pinched my clit hard and screamed, "CUM FOR MOMMY!"

I put the soaked sheets in the washer with legs that could barely support my weight as my ears still buzzed from my bout of nerves.

I quickly rinsed off knowing the boys would be home soon. The tracker app had never been uninstalled and they were just under five miles away. I pulled on the lingerie I bought for tonight, and the slinky red and black cocktail dress. It was so short that my cheeks peeked out under the hem, and the V-neck plunged so low you could see my belly button.

I wore red peep-toe pumps and black stockings. I knew the boys would love this dress as I took them out to dinner and dancing. I wanted them to grind on me some more and get us all hot and bothered. I didn't have a clue what to do after that, but was sure I'd come up with something.

Once I was dressed, I checked and saw they were a minute away. I poured myself two more fingers and sipped it as I heard a car pull up. I peeked out the window and saw my boys, my handsome strong sons pile out of a cab. They ran into the house and I heard three deep masculine voices yell, "MOM!"

"In here, boys," I stood up and waited for them. They stomped into the room and froze when they saw me. Their reactions were as varied as their personalities.

Benny, always the suave ladies man, simply smiled as he walked over to me and kissed my hand. "You look gorgeous, Mom." Then poured himself a drink. He hid it well, but I could tell he was more than a little flustered.

Kenny's eyes roamed over me like an explorer looking for El Dorado. I could see a cold dark hunger in his eyes and a smirk that sent a nervous chill up my spine.

Lenny had a cold calculating look on his face and his eyes squinted as if he was plotting something. Of the three boys he had always been the leader. If I could win him over, the others would follow.

"Hi boys, welcome home. I thought we'd go out and make all the other old fat housewives jealous. Let them see me with three hot studs like you."

"Mom, you're not old or fat," Benny said as his eyes roamed over my feet and legs and up to my breasts and down again.

Lenny's eyes locked on my tits. "You look hot mom, as sexy as any girl at school. And that dress... holy cow."

Kenny's eyes settled on my face. I could see a mixture of lust and confusion in his eyes.

"What, this old thing," I spun around and let it fan out a bit so they could see the bottom of my ass. "I found it in my closet and wanted to see if it still fit. What do you boys think? Does it still fit me, or should I change?"

All three gave an emphatic shake of their head, their eyes bulging at the sight of their mother's naked ass cheeks. I chuckled. "Okay boys Enzo's on the lake for dinner, then we party at Underground Sky bar. I got us a limo. I want tonight to be special."

"Let me go change," Kenny said and hurried upstairs.

"Yeah, um I need a fast shower," Lenny said as he scurried away.

Benny strutted over to me and took my hand. He kissed it and looked me in the eyes. "I'm at your service tonight, milady. Allow me to squire you this eventide, with the fine company of my kinsmen."

I laughed at his formal language, "You gotta stop LARPing dude. Go get dressed. If the other two bathrooms are in use, use mine. Now scoot," I ordered him as I swatted him on his muscular ass. He dashed up the stairs and I finished my drink while I waited.

Ch 21 Dinein'

Missy Fri Dinner

The Limo arrived just as the boys piled downstairs. I was glad I had thought to clean the suits we had bought for the pre-wedding festivities. They looked so sexy in their single-breasted three-piece suits.

Lenny in navy blue, Kenny in charcoal, and Benny in dark brown. After I put on my wrap, I kissed each one on the cheek, but made sure my lips caught theirs ever so slightly.

"God, Mom, you smell so good," Lenny said, and offered his arm. I took his arm and offered my other one to Kenny.

"You boys can take turns on my arm tonight okay?" I said to Benny as we walked out the door and to the car.

The driver held the door open for us and the boys stepped back to let me get in first. I bent forward to climb into the limo, knowing my skirt would rise a bit giving them an eyeful.

I felt their eyes on my cheeks and heard them muttering "holy shit," "goddamn," and "fuck me." I had no idea who said what because the blood rushed to my head and my pulse pounded in my ears.

I pulled my skirt down and sat facing the rear of the car, with my legs crossed at the ankle and my hands folded in my lap. I was posed like the perfect demure lady, except for the dress that was too short for a cheer squad.

The boys piled in, their faces flushed with embarrassment and excitement. As they sat down I noticed all three pairs of pants bulged at the crotch.

I decided to have a little fun with them. "So boys, see anything you liked...," I watched their jaws drop as they tried to figure out what the hell was going on. "... at the movies lately?"

I laughed to myself at their relieved expressions.

"Naw, there hasn't been a decent movie made in years," Lenny told me.

"I disagree! I loved Fantasy Island," Benny said and Lenny rolled his eyes.

Kenny looked at his brothers, "The best part of Fantasy Island was when the lights came on. That ended the audience's suffering. Now Call of the Wild was pretty good. Harrison Ford as Buck did a great job."

"I loved that book. I'll have to go see it," I told the boys. I let the conversation lapse. It felt awkward and forced. Fortunately, it was a short drive to Enzo's.

When we arrived, the driver opened the door, and the boys scrambled over each other to get out. I thought about backing out and giving them another show, but there were too many people around.

I climbed out and held the hem of my dress down so I wouldn't get caught exposed to the onlookers.

The hostess seated us right away, and all three boys tried to get a seat next to me. They started to shove, and I stepped in, "Now, now, boys. A lady doesn't want to be escorted by a bunch of roughnecks. Be gentlemen or I'll send you home."

They all stopped and straightened their ties. It was something Craig did when he was nervous or uncomfortable. I wondered if it was learned behaviour, or something genetic.

I sat, Benny joined me on my left, Kenny on my right, and Lenny straight across from me.

"Would you care for any drinks?" the host asked.

"Jack, John, and Jim on the rocks," Benny said, pointing to his brothers as he ordered.

"I'll have Sex on the Beach please," I told him as I watched the boys' faces flush. Part of my plan was to let them relax and then hit them with something sexual. So far so good.

Soon, a cute college age girl brought our drinks. "Hi, I'm Lizbet, and I'll be your server this evening. Any appetizers for you this evening?"

I watched the boys as they leered at her. "I'm feeling a little decadent tonight. How about a chocolate fondue for an appetizer with lots of PINEAPPLE," I emphasized the last word.

Lizbet giggled, "I can do that, anything else for you and your... escorts?"

"Nothing for me, but they want your phone number. Look at how they're drooling over you."

Maaaa," they complained, their faces flushed again.

I ignored them, "Benny, here has a girlfriend. The other two are single."

"I'd consider it if I wasn't engaged to my girlfriend," she winked at me and sashayed away. The boys watched the cute petite girl as her hips rocked and her ass shimmed as she moved.

When she was out of sight, they all turned to me, "What the hell mom," Benny asked.

"Not cool, Mom," Lenny agreed.

"Why pineapple and chocolate," Kenny asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't leer or ogle women, it's rude. I taught you boys better than that. You need to respect women. We're not just objects for you to use for your gratification." I was filled with a brief flash of anger when I thought about Brianna. "You can't treat a lady like she's a video game. Not every woman wants player two to join in."

I sipped my drink and scolded myself, 'Not tonight. That's tomorrow's problem.'

The boys exchanged worried glances, and I could almost read their minds. 'Does she know... how could she... There's no way... but if she does...'

"Sorry, Mom," they said in unison, as Lizbet brought the fondue.

"Okay boys, I'm relaxing the no dessert before dinner rule. But you need to order an entree. Lizbet, I'll have a dozen oysters on the half shell. With at least twenty-four large lemon wedges."

Lizbet winked at me. "And for your boys?"

"T-bone medium, mashed, and the bacon and basil corn," Kenny ordered as he stared into his menu.

"Same, but I want the New York Strip medium rare instead," Benny said as he ensured he made eye contact with Lizbet.

"The grilled mojito swordfish, roasted veggies and twice baked potato," Lenny ordered.

"Anything else?" she asked and smirked at the boys.

"I need more Sex...," I said loud enough for the nearby tables to hear. "... on the Beach," I finished quietly, ignoring the glances shot at us. Face flush number three.

"I can get that for you. Do you boys want another round?" They all nodded as they tried to hide their faces from the people who looked our way.

I ignored the crowd and picked up a piece of pineapple and dipped it in the melted chocolate and savored it. "Dig in boys, I got this sweet savory delight to share." Benny and Lenny grabbed fondue forks and began to eat.

Kenny picked his but didn't stick it in anything. "What the hell, mom? First the dress. Then you flash us. Then you order pineapple, chocolate, and oysters. You keep making subtle and not so subtle references to sex. You do know dad's out of town, right?"

It surprised me that Kenny spoke up. I would have bet Lenny would've said something first.

"What can't a lady have a little fun and let her hair down once in a while? Do I have to be an old stick in the mud mommy all the time? We're all grown ups. I seem to remember we did some pretty adult dancing at Kelli's wedding," I said as I looked at each of them in turn.

"We did?" Kenny asked puzzled.

"Yes we did. The three of you and Dave started to freak dance with every woman on the dance floor. I was one of the lucky ones to have four big strong hot guys surround me and grind all over me."

"Holy fuck we freaked on our mom," Lenny said. His eyes were wide in shock and the three of them looked at each other and searched their booze fogged brains. I saw it in their eyes, the moment they realized they did grind all over their mom with their brother-in-law.

"Did, did I grope...?" Lenny asked

I smiled at him. "I had more than a few and felt pretty good. At several points someone copped a feel. I don't know who touched what. I could've stopped it. I didn't. I had fun, did you?"

"I had fun freakin' on Kelli's friends. But my mom, I don't know...," the other boys sat there and let Lenny speak for them.

"Well I did. How many old broads get four twenty somethings to grind and grope on them. It was one of the most exciting things to happen to me in a long time. So how about it boys, after dinner wanna grind on me some more?"

They looked at me in shock, so I scooped up a bit of chocolate from the fondue pot and sucked it off my finger. All three boys sat there, mouths agape, as I gave my finger a lewd and sultry blow job. I popped my finger out when I saw Lizbet headed over with our food.

The boys sat in shocked silence as Lizbet put our dishes in front of us. "Will y'all get anything else? I have to close out my tables, my shift's almost over. I don't wanna be rude but...," she smiled and gave me a shy shrug.

I reached out and took her hand. "You've been great. I know you said you're engaged to some lucky lady, but I saw you checkin' out my boys. We're goin' to the Underground Skybar when we're done. If you wanna party with us. Your fiancee is welcome to join us."

"I'll consider it. We do go there a lot. Here's your check, I'll be back in a bit to pick it up."

I handed her my card, "Save yourself some steps darlin'." I looked at the bill, "And add a twenty-five percent tip," I told her and released her hand.

She winked at me, smiled, and bent down and whispered in my ear, "I'm engaged to a girl but we're both bi. You are one sexy MILF, and those boys of yours are Y to the U to the double M Y." She stood up and giggled as she flounced away. This time I didn't scold the boys, since I watched her wiggle and jiggle as she walked away.

The boys turned back to me, and Lenny asked, "What did she say, Mom?"

I put on my best Mona Lisa smile, and without a word squeezed two lemon wedges on the largest oyster. I picked it up, held it to my lips and sucked the meat into my mouth. The warm juice trickled off the shell and ran down my face until it dripped off my chin.

I chewed it four times and swallowed it. "God I love a nice juicy piece of meat sliding down my throat," I murmured so only the boys could hear.

They sat there in shock and watched as I ate two more. "I looked them over, "come on boys, eat while it's hot. I'm sure you like things hot and juicy. Besides, we have plans for later," I reminded them.

They scarfed down their food as they watched me suck and slurp on my dinner. When we finished, I sat back and looked at my three sons. "So boys, is it time to dance, or do we need to walk off a bit of dinner first?"

"I'm ready to freak on my mom if everyone else is," Lenny said as he leered at me.

Ch 22 Winein'

Missy fri dancin

"Well then boys, lets go."

We all got up and headed out to our limo. This time, there was no one around, so I made sure to put on a show for the boys.

I let my skirt slide up until they could see my whole ass, and got a peek at the hole they came from twenty-one years ago. As I sat, I only pulled my dress partway down, leaving a generous expanse of thigh exposed. I didn't cross my legs this time, so the only shadow of my skirt kept my modesty intact.

I lowered the divider, "The Underground Skybar, please," I told the driver and we were off.

The boys' eyes were locked onto my tanned, toned thighs. The hours of step and spin classes had paid off; my legs were strong enough to crack walnuts. Literally. The first time was back in college. Craig bet his frat brothers I could do it. He bought my engagement ring with his winnings.

Now, don't get the idea that I'm built like She-Hulk. I'm not a bulky bodybuilder, just trimmer and firmer than most women my age, especially after five kids.

I leaned back against the plush leather and scooted my hips forward so my dress rode up just a little higher as the driver navigated through Friday night revelers.

The Underground Skybar is a concept bar at the downtown Hyatt-Regency, the first luxury hotel to open in Erin Falls. Someone saw the unused roof and lower level and decided to open a two-part bar; a sky bar in the basement and a cavern bar on the roof.

The sky bar was surrounded by screens so it felt like you were floating high above Erin Falls. The screens were synched to match the current weather and time. Sometimes parts of the room filled with mist to simulate a cloud rolling through.

On the roof, they built a cavern complete with 'underground' lakes and stone age cave paintings. There were stalactites with speakers and lights, and stalagmites for tables and chairs. The cavern was a maze with several glow-in-the-dark signs pointing the way to the exit, bar, and restrooms.

When it first opened a rumor went around that the signs weren't installed, and a server got lost in the maze. They claim she was never seen again. I'm pretty sure that was a marketing gimmick, but ask the staff about it, they tell a pretty good story.

It was about a twenty minute drive and no one spoke the entire trip. The boys' eyes roamed up and down my legs, and would, at times, move up to my breasts. 'their pants must be getting uncomfortable,'I thought as I watched the material strain against their mouth watering bulges.

As we pulled up at the hotel, I moved to get out first, and spread my legs as I slid toward the door. Three cocks jumped in unison as they got an upskirt.

Once out of the limo, I pulled my skirt all the way down, even though it was shorter than Uhara's uniform in the original Star Trek.

I took Benny's arm and Kenny grabbed my other one. "So boys sky or cave," I asked as we walked in the door.

"Cave," Lenny said. "It's darker, more discreet."

"But harder for Lizbet and her girlfriend to find us," I reminded him.

"True! But that's a big if. I prefer the privacy cave offers. More opportunities to do stuff... things."

"Cave it is. But I hoped we'd go down together," I purred as we got in the elevator and rode it up to the roof. We got off and entered the dark, dank entrance to the rooftop underground. It was early and the bar was empty. We found a table in one of the small side caverns off the main grotto where the dance floor and main bar were.

"I'll get us drinks," Benny offered, "Wha' 'cha all want?"

"Seven and 7," Kenny ordered.

Lenny thought for a minute, "I'll take a whisky sour."

"Gin and tonic for me," I told him.

Benny returned with our drinks. We all sat on the faux formations and sipped our drinks. "So, how's Brianna?" I asked Benny.

"She's good. She was going to come with me this weekend but she got a bad grade on a test. The Professor offered her a chance to bring her grade up. She decided to stay at school."

"Well tell her I said hi. I'm sure your brothers would have liked to see her again," I watched as a smirk flashed over Lenny's face. It didn't escape my notice that Kenny looked chagrined. I smiled at them and sipped my drink. I now knew what I would do to them for using Brianna as their pleasure principal.

A song started to play and I grabbed Kenny's hand and dragged him out to the dance floor. It was a fast upbeat song and ensured I moved so that my dress would flip and jump to show off my ass.

I let my hands run over my breasts and toyed with the material that covered them to tease anyone that watched me. I danced close to Kenny and rubbed my crotch on his leg.

He was tentative and stiff, not sure how to dance or act with the MILF formerly called mom. I could almost read his mind, 'Who are you and what have you done with my mother.'

I looked over at our table where Benny and Lenny watched us with rapt fascination.

When the song ended, Lenny strutted out onto the stage and tapped his brother on the shoulder. "I'll take over, stud," he sneered. Kenny nodded and walked back to our table as Lenny and I started to dance.

Lenny was not shy, at all. He got behind me and rubbed his crotch on my ass. His hands ran along my sides as he ground himself against me. His hands continued down my sides and he reached the hem of my skirt.

I put my hands on his, afraid he was about to flash my pussy to the crowd. He tried. I spun around, and stepped back as I wagged my finger no-no and kept dancing.

He gave me a smirk and stepped forward. His hands rested on my hips as he proved Shaw's quote, "Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire."

I pressed my chest against him. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close as he rubbed his groin on mine. I felt myself start to moisten, at the taboo contact.

When the song ended I beckoned Benny out to the dance floor. Lenny tried to stay, "Go sit, it's your other brother's turn," I told him.

Benny was more tentative than Lenny when he walked out to me. He trudged over to me and avoided looking at me. When he got close I took his hands and pulled him close to me.

"Don't you want to dance with your mom?" I asked and kissed his cheek.

"You're acting weird. This isn't you," he replied.

"Honey, this is me. I've been hiding my true self from you. Now I want to let my hair down and party with my strong handsome sons. So are you gonna help me have some fun?"

"I guess," he muttered as we started to dance. He refused to do anything more than sway at arm's length, looking for all the world like Eeyore at a birthday party.

​I spun around, bent at the waist, and started to twerk right against his crotch. He immediately stepped back and all but stopped moving. Seeing I had pushed him past his limit, I took his hand and kissed the knuckles. "Let's go sit, okay?"

​He nodded gratefully and let me lead him off the dance floor and back toward our table. By the time we arrived, a second round of drinks was waiting, along with two guests.

​"Hi!" Lizbet screeched over the thumping music. "We came!"

"I can see that," I told the petite girl as we pulled into a friendly hug.

​"This is my fiancée, Jules," Lizbet said, stepping back to introduce the statuesque redhead standing beside her.

"Hi, Jules," I greeted the tall, thin, pretty girl. She gave me a shy smile in return. We chatted for a while as we drank and listened to the music.

"Okay it's ladies night, so I need all you ladies out on the dance floor, it's time to have some FUUUNNNNNN!" The DJ's voice exploded from the hidden speakers.

I grabbed Lizbet and Jule's hands and led them to the dance floor as Girls Just Want to Have Fun played.

The three of us danced and made a spectacle of ourselves as the DJ played several dance songs for the ladies. It's Raining Men, Material Girl, and then some others I didn't know. The three of us shook our groove thing to the driving beats.

At one point Jules and I made a Lizbet sandwich and my skirt worked its way up to my hips. I pretended I hadn't noticed as I moved.

Men crowded around the dance floor and I could feel their stares on my exposed ass. At one point Lizbet squatted behind me and Jules in front. They simulated tonguing me as I held their heads.

All the men gathered around and cheered as the dance floor cleared except for the three of us. When we got back to our table there was enough booze to give a large elephant a fatal case of alcohol poisoning.

After I finished my second gin and tonic, I told our server to bring me straight club soda. It looked the same, so no one would know how sober I was.

As the night went on, the boys danced with each of us in pairs and at times in groups. We were shameless in our dance moves. Lizbet and Jules flashed my sons and the crowd more than once.

Not to be outdone, I shimmied my tits until they popped out from under the strip of material that covered them. It's a safe bet that more than one guy went home and fapped as he pictured our personal caverns.

It was close to midnight, and I was all kinds of hot and in desperate need of some relief. I figured it was time to head home and see if the boys were drunk and horny enough to fuck Mommy.

​I kissed Jules and Lizbet goodbye, and Lizbet made sure to slip me her number. They hugged each of the boys tight before we finally headed back downstairs to the waiting limo.

​I "stumbled" purposely as I climbed in, instantly feeling at least two eager pairs of hands grab my ass to keep me from falling.

As I regained my balance, I made sure my skirt rode up even higher, exposing my bare ass to my sons.

I fell back into the leather seat and my skirt was bunched high on my hips. I knew that if I spread my legs even a fraction of an inch, the boys wouldn't be able to look away from my wet slit.

I fumbled in my purse so they could look without fear of mom noticing. As I dug around, I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out and saw a text from Craig.

"Hey babe. Miss you. Fucked Kelli... again... kinda. No finish. Remind me to tell you about cab @ home. Ashlynn on a date w/ bellboy. Will call tomorrow w/details. Love U...,"

I quickly typed responded.

​"Went dancing w/ boys. Met 2 Bi hotties @ undrgrnd sky bar. They danced with me n boys. Got a WAP from them. Abt 2 head home 2 C what happens. Miss u. Love me too.

Seconds later I got a reply.

"Have fun."​

​I pretended to stay focused on my phone while the boys leered hungrily at my legs, desperate to catch a glimpse of what little was still hidden. I deliberately dragged out my typing so they would hold onto the belief that I was thoroughly drunk.

​"Yer dad sez hi," I slurred lazily before dropping my phone back into my purse.

​I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window and closed my eyes, letting my legs fall open just enough to give them a completely unobstructed view of my naked pussy, glistening wet with my juices.

​With my eyes still shut, I faked an itch on my breast. As I lazily scratched at it, I nudged the thin fabric of my dress aside until my hardened nipple popped free into the air.

​I could hear the sharp rustle of their clothing and the way their breathing hitched and deepened as they stared at my exposed body. I could literally feel the heat of their eyes burning against the flesh between my legs. My nipples tightened further in the cool air of the limo as I sat back, letting them feast on the sight.

I kept my eyes closed, or so they thought. I had learned that with my natural long eyelashes I could keep my eyes part way open without anyone noticing.

I had used that trick to my advantage several times, and tonight it was super effective. I watched as the boys' eyes roamed over my legs and under my dress. Then up to my naked breast and back down.

Their pants looked like a three ring circus had come to town. They would glance at each other then at me as if to say, 'can you believe this,' and, 'fuck mom is hot.'

"Dude, I got a twenty that you're too chickenshit to sit next to mom and let me take a pic," Lenny challenged Benny.

Before Benny could respond, Kenny spoke up, "Why the fuck don't you do it, are you too chickenshit and just trying to embarrass Benny."

After several quick pictures captured the incriminating scene, the dare morphed into something far more dangerous. Instead of pulling away, Lenny let out a low breath, and his tongue darted out, lightly brushing against my hardened nipple.

​A jolt of electricity shot straight to my core. I couldn't help myself. A soft, breathless moan slipped past my lips.

Thinking fast, I immediately arched my back and shifted lazily against the leather, pretending to toss and turn in a restless, drunken sleep to cover up the sound.

​"Which one of you pantywaists is next?" Lenny asked with a smug grin as he reclaimed his seat across from me.

​"Fuck it," Kenny muttered, standing up and moving over to my side. He didn't hesitate; he straddled the space and sat sideways right across my lap, resting his head against my shoulder while his lips pressed directly into the side of my breast. Lenny and Benny snapped several photos, capturing every variation of him kissing and sucking my tit.

​When he finished, Kenny sat back and looked straight at Benny. "Your turn, Ben."

​Benny shook his head frantically, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and lust.

​"All for one and..." Lenny and Kenny chorused in unison.

​"One for all," Benny sighed in defeat. I made a mental note to ask them later as he nervously slid over and lightly rested a trembling hand on my bare knee.

​He bent his head down, and for a breathless second, I thought he was about to take my nipple in his mouth. My pussy gushed a fresh wave of heat at the very thought, and I could practically smell my own heavy arousal in the confines of the car.

Much to my disappointment, he stopped short.

​He simply rested his head softly against my breast, throwing up a rock-on gesture with his hand while his grinning brothers captured every second of it.

​Then, shifting again, Benny slid off the seat entirely. He dropped down to the floor of the limo and rested his head directly against my upper thigh, positioning himself inches from my open, glistening sex as the boys eagerly snapped more photos of him right at the source.

​I have to admit I was both intensely aroused and vaguely unsettled by their behavior. I was wide awake and secretly loving every second of it, but they had no way of knowing that. It made my mind wander: What if I had been some random girl they picked up at a bar? Would they really take intimate photos of a strange, unconscious female without her permission? And worse, what would they even do with those pictures?

​That kind of casual disregard, combined with Benny letting Lenny and Kenny pretend to be him to fuck his girlfriend, definitely called for a serious conversation about consent down the road. But not tonight. Tonight, I had entirely different plans.

​I was so thoroughly soaked and horny now that I was practically ready to pounce on them right there in the leather seats. Still, I knew I had to play it smart so I didn't frighten them off.

. It was one thing to take cheeky photos of a naked tit or pussy while but actually fucking their own mother was a hell of a lot further down the path of taboo delights. I wasn't entirely sure their brains had crossed that line yet.

Right as our street appeared outside the window, Benny finished his turn and carefully adjusted my dress back over my chest.

​When the car finally stopped in my driveway, I didn't move an inch. I waited until the driver opened the door that I rested against.

The second it clicked, I let my weight pitch forward, trusting gravity and hoping against hope that someone would have fast reflexes. As the gravel driveway rushed up to meet my face, a cold spike of dread hit my chest--I suddenly feared I had miscalculated big time.

​My nose stopped a mere inch from the hard stones before strong arms caught me by the waist, yanking me upward just before an emergency room visit became my midnight reality.

Whoever caught me hauled me to my feet, holding me steady and upright just as the boys scrambled in a panic out of the other side of the limo to check on me.

Ch 23 sixty-ninein'

Missy Fri night home

​Lenny scooped me up into his arms without a second thought, carrying me straight toward the front entrance as Benny and Kenny scrambled to hold every door wide open for us.

He carried me down the hall and straight to my bedroom, gently depositing me onto the mattress.

​"Sh... sh... should we... we un... undress... h... her?" Kenny stammered, his eyes darting wildly between his brothers and my bed.

​I had to bite the inside of my cheek until it ached to keep from laughing out loud as all three of them froze in absolute shock. They stood there staring at each other like deer in the headlights, completely paralyzed and having no idea what to do next.

​Lenny gave a nervous shrug, rubbing the back of his neck. "I... I don't... don't know..."

​Taking charge, Benny stepped over to my bureau, yanked open a drawer, and pulled out one of my most modest, conservative nightgowns. "We can slip this on her first," he offered, clearing his throat, "and then take off her party dress."

​The others instantly latched onto the idea. Lenny pulled me up into a sitting position, holding me steady against his chest.

Kenny reached over to hold my arms up over my head while Benny unfurled the modest nightgown, pulling it down over my face and sliding it over my shoulders and torso as far as it would go. Then, wrapping his arms around my waist, Benny hauled me to my feet.

​"One of you needs to strip the dress off her," Benny panted, holding me upright.

​

Lenny and Kenny immediately flanked me on either side. They carefully hooked their fingers through the armholes of my party dress, easing the straps down over my shoulders and past my bare breasts.

​After a few clumsy fumbles and awkward missteps, they finally managed to work the heavy fabric loose.

Lenny dropped straight to his knees behind me, sliding his hands up under the hem of my loose nightgown. He grabbed hold of the dress and began easing it down my legs.

Whether he meant to or not, his warm palms and fingers brushed intimately against the sensitive skin of my thighs and hips--though given how slow he was moving, I doubted very much it was an accident.

​I let out a soft, heavy sigh and let my posture slacken, slouching backward so that my bare, heavy ass pushed straight against his face. Lenny didn't hesitate; as he yanked the dress the rest of the way off my ankles, he let out a muffled laugh and motorboated my cheeks with a quick, vibrating buzz against my skin.

​Lenny let the crumpled dress pool on the floor, and together the three of them gently hoisted me back onto the mattress. They clicked off my bedside lamp, casting the room in deep, shadowy moonlight, and started backing toward the exit.

​"Benny, my baby boy. Come talk to Mommy," I murmured softly into the dark.

​Benny froze in his tracks as Kenny and Lenny exchanged a knowing grin, nudging him forward before slipping out into the hallway and pulling the door shut behind them.

​"Ma... Mom... you're awake?" he squeaked, his voice cracking slightly in the quiet room.

​"Come sit," I purred, patting the mattress right beside my hip. I slowly rolled onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow as I struck a classic, sultry pin-up pose I remembered seeing in some of Craig's vintage Playboys.

​Benny stared at me like I had lost my absolute mind, his chest rising and falling fast. "Why... what... What the hell, Mom?" he blurted out, a mix of panic and utter disbelief in his voice. "Why are you acting like such a wanton whore?"

"First off, what makes you think it's an act?" I purred, my voice dropping an octave as I let my gaze lock onto his wide, terrified eyes.

"I'll have you know, I met your dad at an Alpha party, and our formal introduction was him eating my cunt in the party room. Later that night, he and two of his frat brothers fucked me silly."

​Benny's breath hitched, the salacious confession hung heavy in the dark bedroom as his worldview cracked right down the middle.

"Everyone goes wild in college, sure, but once you get married and settle down..." Benny stammered, trying desperately to anchor himself to some sense of normalcy.

​"Remember last year, that two-week trip we took down to the islands?" I interrupted smoothly, shifting closer to the edge of the mattress.

​He swallowed hard, his eyes glued to my body. "Yeah?"

​"Hedonism II," I whispered with a wicked grin. "I sucked about four miles of dick and licked my way around the world one cunt at a time."

I stood up and approached Benny. I rested my hands on his strong broad shoulders. His brown suit jacket was still perfectly buttoned, his tie slightly loosened but otherwise immaculate. His hands trembled at his sides.

"You don't have to be nervous," I whispered, stepping closer. The fabric of my conservative nightgown brushed against his trousers. "Mommy's going to take good care of you."

Benny's Adam's apple bobbed. "I just... this is..." His gaze flickered toward the door where I knew his brothers were listening. The shadows under the doorframe hadn't moved since the door closed.

I reached up and unbuttoned his suit jacket, my fingers deliberately brushing his chest. "They can hear us out there." I slid the jacket from his shoulders, letting it pool on my bedroom floor. "Does that excite you? Knowing your brothers are imagining what we're doing in here?"

His breath hitched. "Lenny's going to want to come in."

"He will," I agreed, working on his tie. "But first, I get to have you all to myself." The silk tie whispered through my fingers. "Kenny too, eventually. But right now..." I loosened his collar, revealing the warm skin of his throat. "Right now, you're mine."

Benny's hands finally moved, settling on my waist. Through the thin cotton of my nightgown, I could feel the heat of his palms. "Mommy..." The word was barely audible, thick with uncertainty.

"That's right." I guided his hands upward, pressing them against my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly at the contact. "Feel how much I want you."

His thumbs circled experimentally, sending sparks through me. "You're so..." He swallowed hard. "Perfect."

I laughed softly, unbuttoning his vest. "I'm forty-eight years old, sweetheart. Nothing's perfect anymore." The vest joined his jacket on the floor. "But I know what I like." I started on his shirt buttons, revealing his chest inch by inch.

His breathing grew ragged as I exposed his chest. Light dusting of hair, firm muscles beneath. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his sternum, feeling his heart hammer against my lips.

"Mommy..." he breathed, his fingers tightening on my breasts. "Please, Mommy."

"Please what?" I finished with his shirt buttons, pushing the fabric open to run my hands over his bare chest. "Tell Mommy what you need."

"I need..." He squeezed my breasts again, more confidently this time. "I need to touch you."

"You are touching me." I reached down and cupped his erection through his trousers. He was already rock hard, straining against the wool. "But I think you need more than that."

Benny gasped, his hips jerking forward. "God, yes."

I smiled and stepped back, reaching for the hem of my nightgown. "Let Mommy show you everything." I pulled the nightgown over my head, letting it drop to the floor. The cool air made my skin pebble, my breasts swaying slightly as I moved.

His eyes widened, taking in my body - the toned thighs from years of running, the flat stomach with just the faintest softness, the full breasts that gravity had tugged downward over the years. "You're..."

"Older?" I finished for him, reaching back to unhook my bra. "Experienced?" My breasts spilled free, nipples tight and begging for attention. "Hungry?"

"All of that," he whispered, his hands moving to his belt buckle.

I stopped him. "Uh uh." I closed the distance between us again, pressing my naked body against his partially clothed one. "Let Mommy do it." I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers.

His cock sprang free, thick and curved upward. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slowly from base to tip.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back.

"That's the idea." I led him toward my bed, pushing him down to sit on the edge. "But we're going to do it my way." I knelt between his spread knees, looking up at him. "And my way starts with this pretty cock in my mouth."

Before he could respond, I leaned in and took him between my lips. His taste was clean and masculine, his skin velvety over the hardness beneath. I worked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue to trace the sensitive ridge beneath his head.

Benny's fingers tangled in my hair, his hips lifting instinctively. "Mommy... oh god, Mommy..."

I hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tremble. I took him deeper still, until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered slightly, but I didn't pull back. I wanted all of him.

​"I want to taste you, Mommy," Benny panted, his voice thick with sudden, desperate urgency.

​I smiled up at my sweet boy, swirled my tongue one last time around his sensitive shaft, and gently guided him back onto the mattress. I shifted, lying back and spreading my legs wide as he eagerly climbed on top of me. Moving down his body, I took him back into my mouth while his face hovered right over my core, his tongue eagerly mapping and tasting the very wet hole he had crawled out of twenty years ago.

The bedroom door creaked open.

I didn't stop, just glanced sideways. Lenny stood there in his navy suit, looking every inch the Alpha of the triplets. Behind him, Kenny in his charcoal suit was already unbuttoning his jacket, his eyes fixed on where Benny's cock disappeared into my mouth.

"Well now," Lenny's voice was low and commanding. "Looks like Benny found his courage."

I pulled back slowly, letting Benny's cock slide from my mouth with a wet pop. "He was just getting started." I stroked Benny's shaft with one hand while looking at his brothers. "But I suppose the party's really starting now."

Kenny shed his jacket and vest, already working on his tie. "About damn time." His voice was rough, impatient. "I've been listening to this soft-core bullshit long enough."

Lenny stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Patience, Kendrick." He approached the bed, his gaze predatory. "Mommy was just getting Benjamin relaxed." He looked down at me, still kneeling between Benny's legs. "Weren't you, Mommy?"

I smiled up at him, continuing to stroke Benny. "Benny's ready now boys." I tightened my grip, making Benny gasp. "Aren't you, sweetheart?"

"Y-yes, Mommy," Benny managed, his hips thrusting into my hand.

"Good boy." I turned my attention to Kenny, who was now down to his shirt and trousers. "And you, Kenny? Are you going to be a good boy for Mommy too?"

He snorted, unbuttoning his shirt. "Good boys don't fuck their mothers with their brothers. I'm not here to be good. I'm here to fuck."

Lenny chuckled, starting on his own jacket. "That's our Kenny. All business." He removed his jacket and vest, folding them neatly over my desk chair. "But Mommy's in charge here. Isn't that right?"

I rose from my knees, climbing onto the bed beside Benny. "That's very right." I straddled Benny's hips, positioning his cock at my entrance. "And Mommy wants to ride."

Before I could sink down onto him, Lenny's hand closed around my upper arm. "Not so fast." His grip was firm, controlling. "We haven't established the rules yet."

I looked back at him over my shoulder. "Rules?"

"Rule one," he said, his voice dropping to a dominant, no nonsense, tone of command that made my pussy clench.

"Mommy gets to decide who goes first." He released my arm and stepped back.

"Rule two, Mommy gets to decide how long each of us lasts." He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest identical to Benny's but somehow more imposing.

"And rule three..." He paused, letting the tension build. "Mommy gets to say when we're done."

Kenny laughed, stepping out of his trousers. "Sounds like Mommy's running a dictatorship."

"Something like that," I murmured, sinking down onto Benny's cock with a slow, deliberate movement. He filled me perfectly, stretching me deliciously. I threw my head back, moaning as I took him to the hilt.

Benny's hands gripped my hips, his eyes wide with pleasure. "Mommy..."

"That's it, baby," I rocked my hips, establishing a rhythm. "Let Mommy feel how much you need this."

Kenny stroked his own cock, watching us. "How about we stop with the foreplay and get to the main event?"

I rode Benny harder, faster. "Patience, Kenny." I looked at Lenny, who was now completely naked except for his navy socks. "You're next, big boy. But you're going to watch first."

Lenny's eyes darkened with desire. "Oh, I'll watch." He moved to the armchair in the corner, sitting down with an air of command. "And when it's my turn, you'll know it."

I focused back on Benny, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. "Are you going to come for Mommy, sweetheart? Are you going to fill me up?"

His answer was a choked cry, his hips bucking up to meet mine. "Yes... Mommy... fuck, yes..."

I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest as I rode him. "Then do it," I whispered in his ear. "Come for Mommy."

With a final, desperate thrust, he obeyed. I felt him pulse inside me, his hot cum flooding my pussy. I kept moving, milking every last drop from him as he trembled beneath me.

When he was finished, I climbed off and turned to face his brothers. Kenny was already moving toward the bed, his cock jutting proudly. "My turn."

"Not yet," Lenny's voice cut through the room. "Mommy needs to be cleaned up first."

I looked at him, surprised. "Cleaned up?"

He stood up, crossing to the bed. "Rule four," he said, pushing me back onto the mattress. "Mommy gets cleaned between brothers." He knelt between my legs, his eyes meeting mine. "Unless you object?"

My breath caught. "No," I whispered. "No objections."

Lenny lowered his head, his tongue finding my sensitive folds. He lapped at Benny's cum mixed with my own arousal, his technique confident and thorough.

Kenny stood beside the bed, stroking himself impatiently. "Hurry it up," Kenny muttered, shifting his weight. "Some of us have needs."

​Lenny was so entirely focused on me that he didn't even react to his brother's complaints. His tongue traced a slow, deliberate circle around my swollen clit, then delved deep inside, cleaning me out with possessive, thorough strokes.

I writhed helplessly on the bed, my hands fisting tightly in the rumpled sheets as wave after wave of intense sensation rolled through me.

​"That's enough," Kenny finally snapped, pushing Lenny aside with a sharp shove. "Move."

​Lenny didn't rush, taking one final, lingering sweep before letting himself be nudged away.

Before the waves of pleasure had subsided to ripples, Kenny flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling my hips up. "You wanted to get fucked? That's what you're going to get." He slammed into me without warning, his cock thicker than Benny's, his thrusts hard and demanding.

I cried out into the pillow, my body rocking with the force of his movements. There was nothing gentle about Kenny - no tenderness, no consideration. Just raw, selfish need.

"That's it," he grunted, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it."

I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Harder," I demanded. "Fuck me harder."

He obliged, his movements becoming almost brutal. The bed creaked in protest, the headboard slamming against the wall. Through it all, I could feel Lenny's eyes on us, watching, waiting.

Kenny didn't last long. With a final, guttural groan, he came, his body shuddering against mine. He pulled out immediately, collapsing onto the bed beside me. "Done."

"Not yet," Lenny's voice was close. I looked up to find him standing beside the bed, his cock hard and ready. "Mommy still hasn't had her turn to come."

I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs invitingly. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Lenny didn't answer with words. He covered my body with his, his weight both comforting and overwhelming. He entered me slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on mine as he filled me inch by inch.

"Look at me," he commanded when I would have closed my eyes. "I want to see you when you come."

His thrusts were measured, controlled - everything Kenny's weren't. He angled his hips to hit that perfect spot inside me, making me gasp with each movement. Benny and Kenny watched from their positions on the bed, their spent cocks beginning to stir again.

"That's it, Mommy," Lenny murmured, his voice a low growl. "Show them how it's done."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Don't stop," I begged. "Please don't stop."

He increased his pace, his control finally cracking as his own need took over. "Never," he promised, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Never stop fucking you."

My orgasm built, hot and overwhelming. "Lenny... I'm..."

"Come for me," he demanded. "Now."

The command sent me over the edge. I cried out as pleasure washed over me in waves, my body convulsing around his cock. Lenny followed me moments later, his own release triggering aftershocks that left me trembling.

When it was over, we lay tangled together, my three identical sons and one very satisfied mom. "Well," I said, my voice husky from use. "That was certainly the start of a fun weekend."

Benny curled against my side, his hand possessively on my breast. "Can we... can we do this again?"

Kenny snorted from the other side of the bed. "Speak for yourself. I need to recover."

Lenny propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. "Mommy decides if there's a next time."

​"There's no time like the present, boys," I purred, shifting my weight and sliding free from Lenny with a soft, wet sound.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, arching my back as I looked back over my shoulder at the two brothers still waiting in the wings. "I've got two wet and willing holes, and plenty of empty hands to keep busy."

"Not three?" Lenny asked, a slow, challenging smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

​I met his gaze, letting a wicked smile spread across my face. "That hole is reserved for your dad."

​Kenny's exhaustion vanished instantly, a dark, hungry gleam flashing back into his eyes as he pushed himself up from the mattress. "Well, hell," he growled, already crawling across the sheets toward me. "Who am I to argue with a direct order from the boss?"

​We spent the rest of the night together in an endless, rhythmic rotation. While one brother recovered, another was buried deep in my pussy, and the third was busy taking his turn in my mouth.

​Each of the boys had pumped a thick load into my pussy already, but they were twenty, and didn't need lengthy or even any recovery time. Benny and Lenny were already hard and primed for round two.

​"I want you to suck my dick, Mommy." Lenny may have phrased it as a request, but his heavy, weighted tone left zero doubt that it was a direct order.

​I glanced up at Benny, licking my lips. "Benny, do you want to fuck Mommy while I suck off your brother?"

​He nodded eagerly, his eyes dark with renewed hunger. I immediately dropped down onto all fours, arching my back as Benny slid straight inside me, beginning to make slow, worshipful love to me from behind.

At the same time, I took Lenny deep into my mouth, sucking and licking every inch with practiced devotion until my reward came hot and thick, flooding my mouth with his salty cream.

Once I swallowed, Benny stuck his dick in my face, all shiny with my cream. I sucked him in as Kenny slammed himself home. Kenny pounded away as I savored my favorite son's nice thick cock basted with my fluids.

"Fuck, Mommy. I'm close. He jerked himself out of me, turned around, grabbed my ankles and began to fuck my feet. "Fuck, Mommy your toes are so fucking sexy. I'm gonna cum all over Mommy's feet."

​Two seconds later, my feet were slick and coated in thick, white-hot cum. I used my toes to playfully smear and toy with his warm seed, the sensation sending a delicious shiver up my spine while I kept sucking greedily on Benny, coaxing him along until he finally groaned and rewarded me with a belly full of hot, heavy cum.

​Lenny was already hard and heavy again. "Boy, you have incredible recovery," I murmured with a smirk as he stepped up to the edge of the mattress.

​"College girls need their daily dose of vitamin me, so I always have to be ready, willing, and able," he teased, a confident grin spreading across his face. "Titty fuck time, Mommy. Lay on your back."

​I immediately scrambled into position, flattening out on the mattress. Lenny straddled my chest, leaning down over my face. "Suck my balls while I fuck those Mommy milkers."

​"There's lube in the nightstand," I murmured, arching my back slightly.

​Benny jumped up instantly, hauling open the drawer to retrieve the bottle. He poured a generous dollop between my tits, using his hand to get my cleavage thoroughly slicked and coated.

Then, to my absolute surprise, he poured a bit of the cool gel over Lenny's shaft and gave him a quick, efficient hand job to get him slicked up. Benny exploring with guys wasn't a surprise. In fact I was surprised he was with a girl. But watching the usually dominant Lenny calmly let his brother stroke him into readiness definitely was.

​Lenny thrust forward into my slick valley, dragging his thick length between my breasts while my tongue traced the heavy contour of each of his balls. I alternated licking and sucking each one individually, a technique one of Craig's friends named tongue juggling. It was a special little skill I reserved for those I deemed worthy.

As I nipped one of his balls, I suddenly felt a heavy dick slam into me from behind. From the way he instantly began to pound away, it had to be Kenny. He fucked me fast and hard, driving relentlessly until he filled my pussy with the fourth heavy load of the night.

​As soon as Kenny withdrew with a heavy gasp, Benny slid right in to take his place. He started a smooth, steady rhythm, and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him as deep inside me as humanly possible.

Benny groaned against my neck, his hands gripping my hips as he matched my rhythm, driving into me with a desperate, youthful energy that made me arch off the mattress with every single thrust.

​The relentless friction, combined with the lingering sensitivity from Lenny's thorough cleanup and the weight of Benny pounding deep inside me, proved to be entirely too much to fight. A sudden, blinding shockwave of heat detonated low in my belly, radiating outward through every nerve ending in my body.

​I threw my head back against the pillows with a muffled cry, my toes curling and my inner muscles clamping down hard around Benny's shaft as I rode a violent, gasping orgasm.

Benny let out a ragged shout at the sudden, crushing tightness of my walls, his own control shattering as he followed me over the edge, pumping his heavy seed deep inside me while my whole body shook with wave after wave of absolute pleasure.

It took both of them a long, grueling stretch of friction to finally reach the edge, but when they did, they came together: Lenny unloaded a thick rope across my right tit, while Benny painted my left.

​We all lay there panting for a moment before Benny propped himself up on his elbows. "Anyone need a drink?" he asked casually, as if we hadn't just spent the last several hours melting the mattress.

​I caught my breath with a soft smile. "Fill that ceramic pitcher you made in third grade with ice water and bring up four cups, sweetie."

I​ lay on the edge of my marital bed, legs splayed lewdly as warm cum slowly oozed out of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Kenny staring hungrily down at my feet.

Smiling internally, I began to toy with the remaining seed on my skin, using my little toe to lazily draw lewd patterns through it.

​The reaction was instantaneous. Kenny went from flaccid to fully erect in a matter of seconds. Without a word of warning, he grabbed my hips, spun me violently around, and pulled me until my head hung dangling off the edge of the mattress.

In one swift motion, he drove his thick cock straight into my mouth. As I eagerly licked and sucked the swollen head, he groaned above me, clutching my hair. "Your feet, Mommy... please, play with your feet."

I​ kept sliding my toes between the arches of my other foot, lifting one leg at a time to slowly wiggle them in the air. Sweat poured off Kenny's face in rivulets as he relentlessly face-fucked me, his wild eyes completely locked onto my feet.

​Just then, Benny returned with the heavy ceramic pitcher. He calmly poured ice water for everyone, then sat down on the edge of the mattress to sip his drink, watching his brother's thick cock slide smoothly in and out of his mother's throat without missing a beat.

​Lenny poured himself a second glass, stepping closer to get a better view--or so I thought.

​Instead of taking a sip, he upended the entire glass of freezing ice water straight onto my sticky tits.

I tried to scream "Holy fuck," but with a thick dick filling my throat it came out sounding like, "Ho we fook!" The violent vibrations of my muffled voice and the tightening around his shaft sent a shiver straight through him, making me start to cough.

​The frantic, involuntary spasms of my throat squeezing around his length were too much for him to fight. Kenny let out a hoarse cry, pushed completely over the edge as he bottomed out hard, his thick load shooting straight down and joining the other three already pooling in my stomach.

​"About time, dude. You ain't never lasted that long before. That had to be four, maybe five minutes," Lenny teased, stepping up and shoving Kenny out of the way.

He grinned down at me, his eyes dark. "Roll over, Mom. That back door might be off limits, but sliding between your cheeks definitely isn't."

​Benny once again eagerly grabbed the bottle, getting us both thoroughly slicked with lube before Lenny slipped smoothly between my ass cheeks, setting a steady, friction-heavy rhythm.

​As his brother got busy getting cheeky, Benny walked over, squatted down beside the bed, and took my hand in his. He pressed a soft kiss to my cheek and whispered, "Mom... can you suck me one more time and let me give you a facial?"

​I smiled warmly, pulling him close by the back of his neck and kissing him deeply, sliding my tongue across his lips. "Of course you can, Baby Boy," I murmured against his mouth. He stood up straight, offering me his heavy, half-erect cock.

​I sucked him in and gave him the best blow job I'd ever delivered to anyone, including my own husband.

I grabbed both cheeks of his ass and pulled him so deep into my throat that the tip of my nose left a distinct indentation in his stomach.

As I tickled and swirled my tongue against his sensitive glans, I subtly pressed a finger right against his tight hole.

​I felt his cock jump and swell thicker in my mouth. I kept toying with his rhythm until I could tell he was right on the precipice, and then I slid my finger inward, pressing firmly against his prostate.

​The reaction was instantaneous. He jerked himself violently out of my mouth and erupted, shooting more thick, hot cum than I ever thought possible all over my face and hair, pumping until his knees finally gave out entirely and he crashed down to the floor in a heap.

​As I watched thick cum dribble slowly from his cock, I heard Lenny grunt behind me, and several weak, spent spurts of seed splattered warmly across my ass cheeks.

​I glanced up at Kenny, who was standing by the bed looking as soft and limp as overcooked pasta.

With a contented sigh, I rolled over onto my back and used my own fingers to guide myself through one final, lingering orgasm.

​"Sleep in my bed, boys. There's plenty of room," I murmured, too blissfully exhausted to move. Without hesitation, Lenny and Kenny climbed heavily into the mattress, while Benny disappeared into the bathroom for a moment.

He returned shortly with a warm, damp washcloth, gently and methodically wiped my face and tits clean of the night's remnants.

​Once he finished, he climbed up beside his brothers, curling up comfortably at the foot of the bed as the room finally drifted off into a heavy, sated silence.

I was too wired to sleep and my mind ran over the events of the night. While my three boys looked entirely identical on the outside, they were vastly different lovers underneath.

​Benny was a sensual, caring lover. Making love to him felt like listening to a sexy man read erotic poetry while he fed you bonbons.

​Kenny, on the other hand, had a foot fetish. And was purely goal-oriented. That is to say, all he cared about was getting off, showing zero technique and entirely lacking concern for his partner's pleasure. Clearly, I was going to have to work on that with him later.

​Lenny was deeply, naturally dominant. He tried his best to let me feel like I was running the show, but his intrinsic need to take charge always wound up steering us all into whatever path he suggested. Still, his ideas led to six or seven earth-shattering orgasms for me, so I certainly wasn't complaining.

​​Eventually, we all drifted off to sleep right there in a massive, sweaty heap of tangled limbs and dried cum.