My Son's Best Friends

Tammy stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hair all done up after the shower, her makeup completely finished and ready for a night out. She had spent the last hour getting ready for a long-overdue date night with her husband, Peter; she slipped into a black lace thong and matching bra, wore a nice dark dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and showed off her large breasts through deep, deep cleavage, with high heels that she planned to keep on no matter what position her husband planned to put her in later.

At five foot five, Tammy she was short, but buxom and always eager to feel her husband between her legs. Lately, that had been something she found herself thinking of more and more often. Peter had been so busy with work that they had put off date night for over a month now, but soon, soon she would feel him deep inside her, and -

And then her phone buzzed. A text from Peter.

Emergency at the plant. Have to drive to Redfield. Don't wait up, will be back tomorrow evening. Sorry.

She stared at the screen for a long moment. Then she set the phone down on the counter. She picked it up again and wrote a long, carefully considered message back to her husband.

Over the next few minutes, the phone rang and rang, and then there were several texts that came through. Before any others could arrive, Tammy, shut off her phone.

Let him stew on that, she thought.

Their date night, cancelled yet again with seemingly no pushback to his boss. Or maybe he did push back, but from here, it was always looking like he preferred to go out of town than come home to her. She finished touching up her makeup anyway. Out of spite, maybe. Or habit. Then she walked to the bedroom, looked into the full-length mirror to see that she did in fact look extremely fuckable, and lay down on top of the covers. The ceiling fan spun slowly above her.

She was forty-five years old. Married for twenty years. And she could not remember the last time her husband had looked at her like she was something worth looking at. She closed her eyes, breathed deep, and tried to cool off.

From downstairs, she heard the boys. Bobby and his friends. They were in the living room, playing video games. Their voices drifted up through the floorboards.

"I got him! I got him!"

"You did not get him. He spawned behind you."

"Shut up, Bret."

Tammy smiled despite herself. Bret and Arnold were good kids. Loud, messy, always underfoot, but good. They had been Bobby's best friends since middle school. And now they were twenty, just like Bobby, still friends in college.

She heard another voice. Arnold, she thought it was. She could mostly make out what they were saying.

"Hey, Bobby! All ready for your date?"

"Heading up now, I'll be back in a bit."

The familiar sound of the shower could be heard down the hall a few moments later.

Tammy stood and decided it was no good to stay in bed pouting all night. She was fuming, it was true, but now more than ever she felt the need to seize the moment and not allow Peter to ruin her night. He had cancelled so many times now, and at first it left her with nothing to do but fume, but now, she was determined not to waste another night, even if it meant fixing herself a snack and watching a good movie once Bobby's friends had departed for the evening.

Descending the staircase, she could not help but notice how Bret and Arnold locked onto her buxom frame. Still in her dress and heels, they could hardly contain their stares.

"Hey, boys. How's the night going?"

"Great!" Bret said, his eyes back on the screen. "How about you, Mrs. Smith? Heading out soon?"

"Oh, there was a change of plans on my end. I think I'll be staying in tonight."

"You're welcome to play games with us!"

They all laughed. Tammy had no skill in videogames, nor any desire to learn.

In the kitchen, the spied a plate of chocolate chip cookies that Bobby had made earlier. There were six cookies, so she took the plate and went back to the living room. Tasting one as she went.

"Mmmm," she said. "These cookies are delicious! Here, have one," she said, letting Bret and Arnold take one each. They each agreed that the cookies were delicious, chocolatey, and quite good considering that they had been made by Bobby.

Tammy sat down between the two young men, and seeing that they had company, they turned off the game and began to see if there was something that they might all enjoy.

Tammy did not mean to be a distraction, but in the dress she had picked out, that was well out of her hands. The dress only barely reached her upper thighs; Peter loved sitting next to her in a crowded restaurant, maybe in a booth, and running his hands up her thighs, and sometimes higher. Moreover, her deep cleavage meant that both boys were staring often, doing their best not to be noticed.

They sat and talked for a good half an hour or so, having each eaten a second cookie.

Bobby then returned downstairs. He was freshly showered, hair combed, wearing a navy blue button-down rolled up at the sleeves.

"Okay," he said, spreading his hands. "How do I look?"

"Very handsome," Tammy said, as a mother should.

"Better," Bret said. "You still smell like nachos, though."

"I just showered."

"Nachos are persistent."

Bobby rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. On the counter there was supposed to be a plate of cookies that he had baked earlier that afternoon. He froze and stared at the empty space where the cookies should have been.

"Uh.... hey guys... did you see the cookies in the kitchen?"

"Yeh!" came an overly enthusiastic response.

Tammy chimed in, "They were delicious, dear. We each had a couple."

Bobby returned to the living room, and looked at his mom and two friends. Taking a deep breath, he described, in detail, adding quite a few edibles into the mix. Bret and Arnold could not help but laugh, surprised but also unbothered. Tammy on the other hand, looked completely shocked.

"Bobby, what on earth you were thinking?" she said.

"Well, it's legal. I don't drink. You were supposed to be out by now... and honestly, I thought it would help me relax for this date."

Before Tammy could respond, however, Bobby moved quickly to continue. He explained how the three of them needed to listen, and listen carefully. The plan, originally, was to bake twenty-four cookies, enough for him and his friends to get a nice, relaxing buzz over the weekend while they vegged out and played games, but when everything was said and done, he had only added enough ingredients to end up with eight cookies. He had packed two away for himself, but opted not to eat them because of the dosage.

"Wait," Bret interrupted. "So these are... three times as strong as they were supposed to be? And we each had two cookies!"

Bobby rubbed his elbow and looked off to the side. "No... not exactly. I dosed them to be stronger than normal, so it's more like... they're twice as strong as they were supposed to be."

Arnold cut in, "So... you gave us twelve cookies worth?"

"More like... you helped yourself to twelve cookies worth of weed." He looked at his mother and waited to hear the explosion, but instead, she laughed out loud.

"Well, my night went from boring to super interesting, I see," she said, smiling and shaking her head. She explained briefly how her plans had fallen through, and now it was certain that she would be settling in for a nice, relaxing evening alone.

She turned her attention to the young men at her side, "You two should probably stay the night in the guest room. No way you'll be ok to drive once this kicks in."

Bret and Arnold exchanged a look, and nodded. "Thanks, Mrs. Smith. That seems like a smart idea."

"You guys sure you're going to be ok?" Bobby asked.

"Oh, go on your date," Tammy said. "We'll be fine here."

As if relieved that his night was not turning into an unexpected bout of babysitting, he smiled. "Great!" he said. "I gotta grab my jacket."

He disappeared into the hallway to grab his jacket, and then, was out the door, clearly moving so as to avoid his mother changing her mind.

The three of them remained sitting on the couch, wondering if the effect would kick in soon. They chatted about what to do, and five minutes passed before the dosage seemed to hit them all like a ton of bricks.

Bret blinked. Slowly. Then again.

"Hey," he said. His voice sounded far away. "Do you feel weird?"

Arnold did not answer right away. He was looking at his hands. Turning them over. Examining his palms like he had never seen them before.

"Yeah," he said finally. "I feel weird."

"Like how?"

Arnold thought about it. His thoughts were moving slowly. Sluggishly. Like they were wading through honey.

"Like... everything is soft. And slow. Really soft and slow, but pretty good, so far. "

Tammy nodded. A moment ago she had been planning to head upstairs and lie down to ride out the high, but now, she felt heavy and light, all at once. There was no hurry to leave the company of these young men, for the moment.

Bret nodded as well. Nodded again. Kept nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, that's it. Everything is sort of... light, but comfy."

He started to laugh. A low, rumbling laugh that came from somewhere deep in his chest.

"What?" Arnold asked.

"I don't know," Bret said. "I don't know what's funny. But something is."

He laughed harder. Arnold started laughing too. Neither of them knew why.

Tammy heard the laughter, but it did not catch on with her. It drifted up through her mind, and she found it adorable.

"You boys and your laughter," she said. "I'm going to grab us a drink," she began. "No sense letting the evening go to waste."

They did not respond, lost in their laughter.

"Boys?" she said. "How does a drink sound?"

The laughter stopped, and both young men found themselves staring at Tammy, all dressed up with nowhere to go. Before they had only stolen a quick glance, but now, they found it hard to look away.

As if under a spell, Tammy watched the young men look her up and down. Their eyes wandered up her thighs, along her curves, everywhere all at once. For the briefest of moments, she found herself ready to call them out, to snap them from their collective stupor, and then, that feeling was gone. She felt their gaze, and then, the familiar tingle between her legs.

"I'll grab us some drinks..." she said.

She went to make three screwdrivers, and then decided to make them double shots, before deciding instead to put all the orange juice into a large pitcher, and what she assumed was at least enough alcohol to make them double shots. It was far more. Once back in the living room, she flipped the lights off, leaving only the glow of the television causing shadows to dance along the walls. Bending over to set the pitcher and glasses down, she felt her dress rise up, and felt the eyes of both young men glued to her buxom behind.

Sitting down, she poured each their drink.

Fifteen minutes later, they were all enjoying their drinks, and the effect of the cookies was slowly hitting them. They sat in silence, watching a movie on the screen, but also not paying any attention to the action at all. As they sipped at their drinks, they made small talk, and while it began innocently, it soon progressed to a point that none of them ever thought possible.

"Mr. Smith needed to work late tonight?"

"Yep," Tammy said. "And here I was, good and ready to be fucked every way imaginable." The statement was true, but she was so buzzed it did not even register as inappropriate in her mind.

Bret to her left, Arnold to her right.

Bret followed up, asking the first question that came into his mind, "Has that happened a lot? Cancelling last minute?"

"It's only been in the last few months, dear. That reminds me, actually."

She took her phone and powered it back on, having all but forgotten that she had shut it off to avoid what was sure to be a deluge of messages from her husband. She was right, as texts and voicemail notifications filled the screen.

Bret wanted to ask something else, but as though Arnold was reading his mind, he beat him to the punch, "That's his loss, Mrs. Smith."

"Oh, is that so?" she replied, smiling softly. "Dear, call me Tammy."

"Tammy, honestly, it's crazy he stood you up. If it were me..." he did not finish his thought, catching himself in a moment of clarity.

"... Yes?" Tammy asked. "If it were you?"

Bret finished the thought instead, not having been caught by any momentary clarity. "If it were either of us, I think we'd kill for a chance to be with a woman like you, Mrs. Smi-, uh, I mean, Tammy."

The words hung in the air for a moment. And then, they continued watching the screen. It is hard to say how fogged in the mind they each were, and how they would remember this in the future, but soon their drinks were done, and a new movie has started on screen. At some point, they had finished their drinks and poured themselves another. Tammy was going through the messages on her phone, but it clearly little more than the same half-hearted apologies and promises to make it up later. She set the phone down on the coffee table, and went back to watching the action on screen.

Was it then that Tammy placed her hands to the side, she wondered. One each on a thigh belonging to Bret, and another to Arnold. Her hands rubbed slowly, up and down, giving each thigh a soft squeeze from time to time.

"This feels... really nice," Bret said, his gaze locked on the buxom frame sitting next to him.

Tammy looked into his eyes, "After eating those cookies, I think we should relax and try to just... feel nice."

The boys each nodded.

As he felt Tammy's hand softly rub at his leg, Arnold reached for the remote and began flipping through the channels. They sat in mostly silence, settling on a show for a few moments, and then moving onto something else. As it was a Friday evening, there were plenty of movies on the higher up channels, and the three said nothing as Arnold settled on what was clearly Cinemax, with all the hallmarks of the typical B-movie erotic thrillers. A good looking couple were on screen, kissing and fondling one another over their clothes, set to provocative, repetitive musical tones.

They watched for a while as the scene progressed, and soon the pair on screen were naked, though as this was softcore, nothing was really visible, leaving only the sounds and your imagination to fill in the blanks. Still, it was enough to captivate the three stoned viewers.

As the couple kissed on screen, the man took hold of the woman's arms firmly, and Tammy spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "Oh, I like that."

Bret and Arnold had the same thought. "Women like their arms held?"

Tammy giggled. "No. Well, maybe. I meant I liked how he's taking charge. It's the best when a man takes control."

Bret and Arnold found themselves staring at one another. No words passed between them, just a few nods and glances. Something in the air, or simply having fantasized in similar ways for so long made them move almost on autopilot.

Bret moved first, slowly, raising his right arm up and draping over Tammy's shoulders and neck. Without hesitation or resistance, she allowed herself to be pulled closer to him. With his other hand, he gently guided her chin, bringing her lips to his, softly bridging the gap between them, kissing her softly. She closed her eyes and gasped, every so slightly, as he explored her lips. At the same time, Arnold moved closer from the other side, snaking his left arm behind Tammy's waist, which she allowed and moved to help him position himself better. His right hand slipped between her legs, pushing them apart, which again, she moved happily to help accommodate.

Bret explored her lips with his, the skin on the back of her neck with his right hand, while his left hand moved to pull down at her low-cut dress. Tammy signed, feeling the dress drop down, revealing her large breasts and her black, lace bra. She loved dressing up, but she never imagined this would be the captive audience.

Arnold explored her as well; he explored her thighs, running his fingers up and down each leg, teasing the fabric of the black lace thong, and taking in all of her intoxicating aroma, kissing softly at her shoulder, her cheek. Tammy meanwhile had found this position advantageous being closer, sandwiched between both young men; she rubbed both shafts now beneath their shorts, each hardening and becoming more pronounced.

Bret interrupted his long, passionate kiss and moved to whisper softly into Tammy's ear, "Is this what you want?"

Tammy moaned softly in response, nodding her head and looking into Bret's eyes. The stare was long and uninterrupted, the cookies now having made their way deep to fog the minds of the three lovers this evening.

Bret smiled, and then, moved his right hand down her back. Undoing the clasp of her bra, he moved to slip each side off her arms. Tossing it aside, he then moved his right hand back to her neck, pulling her in to resume his deep, long kiss. His left hand moved up to cup a breast, while Arnold brought a hand up to cup the right.

Tammy could not believe how she was feeling in this moment. Merely an hour ago she had resigned herself to another quiet night alone, all because her husband had chosen to leave her waiting, wet and ready, all alone.

Now, these two young men, her son's lifelong friends, sat on either said of her. Their hands moved expertly, controlling the pace, the mood, and most important above all, they controlled her, completely and absolutely.

She had always been the type of person who submitted to an assertive partner. It turned her on being told what to do in bed, and she could become aroused hours ahead of time with a simple description of what lay in store for her.

That came into stark prominence in that moment, when Bret broke off his kiss once more, and whispered into her ear, "Time to service us both with that slutty little mouth of yours."

Tammy all but melted.

Bret and Arnold both stood then in front of Tammy and quickly removed their shirts, dropped their shorts, and discarded everything onto the floor. Bret then moved first, and then Arnold, each taking her by and arm and softly, but firmly, pulled her forward from the couch. Tammy sighed as though her wildest dreams were coming true as she slid without resistance to the floor. She knelt in front of both young men, who moved to either side of her at an angle. Their shafts now directly in front of her face, she instinctively took each into one hand, stroking slowly, feeling the warmth of their skin, looking softly between each from time to time, her mouth slightly ajar in anticipation for what would surely come soon.

"This really feels... great," Bret said.

Arnold nodded, and Tammy looked up at the young men, "I hope it feels good."

Bret understood better in that moment that Tammy truly loved what was going on, and moreover, that she craved direction even more than she had let on. With his right hand, he moved gently behind her neck, and began to gently take hold of Tammy by the hair. With a handful firmly in place, he moved her, and she obediently let herself be guided, mouth open, to take him almost entirely into her mouth. She moaned as his manhood filled her, and he moaned in response, beginning a slow rocking of her head, back and forth.

Tammy felt her world melting into itself, the wonderful taste inside her mouth, and another shaft rock hard in her other hand. She sucked eagerly at one cock and stroked faster and faster with her hand the other. The boys seemed to have no problems sharing, as Bret would release Tammy by the hair, only for Arnold to have his grip firmly in place a moment later.

She moved back and forth between the two young men, sucking and stroking one and the other as they saw fit, passing control of her head with a firm grip of her hair from time to time. As the scene on screen transitioned to softcore sex, the moans of the two actors filled the room, and it only make Tammy suck harder, and faster.

They were all under a spell now, the three of them, and for a brief moment, that spell was broken as Arnold's phone began to ring. Snapping to attention for a moment, the three paused as Arnold looked to see who was calling.

He laughed, and without missing a beat, answered the phone with one hand, while guiding Tammy's mouth back to suck him off.

"Hey, Bobby! How's the date?"

Tammy's eyes went wide as she looked up to Arnold, but at no point did she pause or even slowdown in her greedy sucking.

"Yeh, those cookies were amazing. Totally made our night. Uh, well, Bret and I have been watching a movie, and your mom is with us, too."

Bret laughed, it was not untrue, it was only a partial truth. He decided it was time to get a little more comfortable. He pulled Tammy up, and helped her out of her dress, which had been bunched up around her midsection for a while now. It dropped to the floor, leaving only her matching black lace thong. He reached forward to hold Tammy softly by the chin with his two fingers, and whispered, "Take off those panties."

Without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs on either said of the lacey garment and pulled them down, kicking them off to the side, revealing a well-trimmed bush.

Bret stepped to the side and helped guide Tammy, as he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide, with her kneeling in front of him. He took her softly by the head with both hands now, and moved her mouth to suck him again.

"Your mom is here, too. Yeh, she's been hanging out, you know, just keeping us company."

Bret motioned for the phone, and Arnold handed it to him. "Hey, man. Yeh, your mom is right here. Yeh, she's free to chat."

He held the phone in one hand, and lifted Tammy's head up with the other. She flashed Bret a wicked smile, popping him out of her mouth so as to be able to speak with her son.

"Hi, honey. We're having a great time here. Those cookies really put everything into perspective."

Arnold moved to kneel behind Tammy, rubbing at her thighs and hips, and gently rubbing his fingers everywhere she wanted.

Tammy moaned as quietly as she could, but could not help herself, finally touched after so many cancelled dates.

"Mmmm... well, how's your date going? That's good to hear. No, it's no problem if you want to go to a movie. We'll be fine here, dear."

She would have said more, but Bret could wait no longer as he moved his arm, bringing her mouth down onto his cock once more. She took him deep into her mouth, moaning softly, looking him deep in the eyes.

He brought the phone up so as to speak, "Hey, Bobby. Yeh, hope you're having a good date, man. We're going to keep watching this movie. It's all a bit of a blur, thanks to your cookies."

He hung up, tossed the phone aside, and then added, "I wonder if Bobby knows, or has any idea, that his mom is such a good little cocksucker."

It was as though a switch went off in Tammy's mind. She loved dirty talk, she absolutely craved it, and it had been so long that it was enough to send her into overdrive. She sucked faster and harder now, and the effect was not lost on either young man.

"Whoa, I guess she likes that!" Bret said, moaning softly as Tammy devoured him. He placed both hands firmly on her head, and helped with the rapid rocking back and forth as he felt how badly she needed to feel him like this inside her mouth.

Arnold had been busy on the other end, feeling her thick thighs and rubbing her labia, teasing her slit, and gently but briefly caressing her clit. He wanted more now, pulling her hips out so that they were more pronounced. His hand could feel the warmth coming from between her legs. He was gentle at first, moving his fingers alongside her swollen lips, settling on her clit to begin moving in small, tight circles.

Tammy's eyes went wide as the young man began to masturbate her from behind, one hand firmly gripping her hips, the other moving rhythmically to make the passion rise inside of her.

"Mmmmm... oh, fuck!" she cried out, thought it was muffled as she did not stop sucking Bret. "That feels... so good," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bret and Arnold continued, understanding better with each passing minute that Tammy was not simply affected by the cookies like they were, but that this hypnotic trance was also heavily influenced by their simply taking command and giving her clear direction. Bret wondered what might lie ahead in the future, free from any drugs, with a simple command for her to get on her knees. Would she do it?

Bret set the pace of his blowjob, sometimes slowing, sometimes picking up the rocking of her head up and down, and in all cases, she was happy and eager to oblige. Arnold meanwhile had found a steady rhythm with his fingers, his other hand grasping at the fleshy buxom bottom. He knew soon he would be inside her, but he wanted to make her climax first.

It was not long before the rising tide grew in Tammy. She had always been easy to get off, whether by her own hand, that of her husband, or with his tongue. She had begun moaning more steadily, more loudly, muffled as it was with Bret inside her mouth. Soon she was near the point of no return, and both men knew it was coming. They redoubled their efforts, Arnold keeping pace, knowing that soon she would get there, and Bret holding firmly.

As her breathing became ragged, Bret moved closer, his lips closer to her face, as he whispered, "You look so good with a cock in your mouth, I can't wait to fuck you."

That was it, the mental image flooding her mind, the rush pushing her towards the edge. As the orgasm swept over her body, she tensed, almost freezing in place, crying out in ecstasy, a cock still deep in her mouth. Arnold and Bret held her tight as the pleasure swept over her. When her clit was finally too sensitive to take any more stimulation, Tammy sat up on her knees.

As if on cue, her phone began to ring. She looked over, but it was Arnold who picked it up and answered. He passed the phone to Tammy, while saddling up on his knees behind her, hugging her from behind, fondling her breasts. Bret watched and did the same, sitting up and attacking from the front, fondling her breasts with one hand, taking her by the neck softly with the other, as she began to speak to her husband.

Flustered, but doing her best to not sound like she was being sexually gratified by two young men in front and behind her, she said in a soft voice, "Hello. Yes, I shut it off. No, I'm not mad at you any longer."

Tammy did her best not to moan, but it was difficult. While she spoke to her husband, Arnold held her tight from behind, and she could feel his cock slipping between her warm, wet lips. He held her tight and seemed to be gently rocking back and forth, his hips sliding his shaft between her hot, awaiting sex.

"I've been having a relaxing evening. Bobby and his friends. A movie, actually."

Bret could hear when Peter began speaking on the other end of the phone, and he used that opportunity to pull her in close, kissing her full and deep on the mouth. She offered absolutely no resistance, his tongue penetrating her lips and finding hers. The two swirled around one another, until it was time for her to answer a question, and he would relinquish his hold on her mouth.

"No. No, don't be silly. I'm not mad, just disappointed."

Arnold and Bret looked at each other, and smiled. Arnold leaned in close, his lips against Tammy's ear on the side that did not have the phone. "I think, again, that it's your husbands loss. I can't wait to feel that perfect, wet pussy."

Tammy stuttered, only for a moment, as she felt Arnold and Bret push her back into position. Bret took the phone and put it on speaker, placing it on his stomach, while Tammy let herself be moved however they wanted.

She was on her knees still, her arms flat on the couch. Bret took hold of her hair on either side of her head and again began to guide the tempo, and she eagerly took him into her mouth again, quietly, answering Peter whenever he asked a question.

"What's that noise?" he asked over the speaker.

"Oh... I stepped into the kitchen to... to make the boys a snack."

Meanwhile, Arnold was adjusting Tammy from behind. He pulled at her hips slightly, spread her legs a little bit more until he was satisfied. He knelt behind her, and taking his shaft firmly in one hand, ran the tip along her hot, wet slit.

Tammy did her best to sound normal, and it was impressive, given that her son's two friends were moments away from spitroasting this buxom, sexually frustrated woman. Still, she knew that there were limits to how quiet she could remain.

"Listen, dear. I think I need to let you go. The boys are waiting for me, and I think I've kept them waiting for too long."

Before Peter could object, Bret ended the call. Arnold wasted no time, as he pushed the first few inches into Tammy's hot, perfect slit.

Tammy moaned so loudly that the sounds echoed through the house as Arnold began his slow, deliberate pumping until he was firmly and deep inside of his friend's mother. Soon they were all working in tandem, his hips pumping steadily in and out, she meanwhile pushing back to meet him and make each thrust more potent, while her mouth worked eagerly to suck the shaft inside.

"Fuck... you feel so good, Tammy!" Arnold said, his grip firm on her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. She moaned in response, loving the feeling of being filled up from both ends while being praised all the while.

Bret lifted her head up for a moment, leaning forward to kiss her again full on the mouth, his tongue forcing his way inside and swirling about.

"Do you like how that feels?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes!" she replied, her body filled with pleasure, her hips being pulled firmly from behind.

"Did you ever think you'd be fucked by your son's friends?"

"No... never,"

"Have you ever been with two men at once?"

She smiled, "Only in my dreams!"

He smiled and leaned back, pushing her head back into position, Tammy swallowing his cock once more.

They continued on in this steady rhythm, the three moving as one, Tammy rocking her hips in tandem with Arnold's grasp as he pulled her back, thrusting deep inside of her, all while Bret's hold on the sides of her head kept her in place, her mouth happily full and occupied.

By now, the cookies laced with edibles had them all in a near dream-like state. For Tammy, it was all one beautiful picture blending into the pleasure pulsating on either end of her, and inside throughout her body. Her husband wasn't bad in bed, but he was no youngster, either. She had overheard the boys on occasion talking about their dates. She knew that they had on and off girlfriends, or friends with benefits, but she did not think it could be this good.

She could feel Arnold's grip on her hips, tightening to pull her back onto him, feeling his thick shaft fill her up, his balls slapping against her clit. She felt him take a hand off of one of her hips, and then, a moment later, felt him probing her ass with his thumb. She used to love being fucked in the ass, when she was younger, but now she could not recall the last time that had happened. As Arnold probed her, she moaned loudly and pushed back every harder, letting him know that she was enjoying every second.

She looked up to see Bret looking into her eyes, all while controlling the tempo of her head. She sucked him hard and greedily, all while he kept the pace fast and steady. He would lean in every so often and whisper something to her.

"You suck cock like such a good little slut."

"You take his cock like such a good little whore."

"I bet your husband never fucks you like this."

With each whisper, she found herself more and more drunk on the waves of pleasure that were rising in her body.

She was not alone in this feeling. Arnold felt himself close to finishing. He had actually felt it several times but had done his best to hold off, wanting nothing more than to prolong this incredible feeling. Now though, he could no longer control himself.

From his kneeling position, Arnold got to his feet, placing his feet outside of Tammy's legs. He braced himself with her hips, and began thrusting much harder and faster than before. He felt his hips moving much harder now, and the secondary effect was how his balls were now making more contact with her clit.

"Fuck..." Tammy moaned, realizing that this sudden shift was more than he would be able to handle for long while Arnold pumped into her for all he was worth. When his orgasm arrived, he pulled out, stroking himself and blasting wave after wave of his white triumph all over her back. He cried out in ecstasy, and then collapsed back onto the couch, almost passing out.

Before Tammy could properly recover, Bret pulled her up slightly and kissed her deeply, while shifting off the couch and pushing her softly down to the floor, never breaking contact with her lips. With only the slightest touch, she followed his lead until she was on her back, legs spread wide, still feeling his hard kiss as he entered her. He slipped in and took over where Arnold had finished off.

When finally he broke off his kiss, they both moaned and panted as he began his own rhythmic thrusting. He had placed one hand high and snaked his arm around her neck, giving him a firm grip, squeezing from time to time as he went back to plant another deep kiss on her lips. When he did, Tammy would moan, lost in pure lust after having been stood up too many times.

Bret's other hand moved around, but more often than not it would come to rest low, grasping Tammy's leg and using it to steady himself while to pump his shaft in and out of her eager body.

Tammy meanwhile had instinctively wrapped her legs around her young lover, hooking them at the ankles, her hips writhing to meet his every thrust as best she could. Her own hands had begun exploring his strong, muscular body, running them along his arms, his back, before finally settling on hugging him tightly as his thrusts picked up in intensity.

"You're my little cumslut now, aren't you?"

She smiled as the compliment. Bret really seemed to get into the dirty talk, and he was saying all the right things to bring her closer to the edge.

"Yes, baby. I'm all yours."

"You'll get on your knees anytime I ask?"

"Anytime, baby."

"You'll risk being caught if I sneak in to bend you over for a good fuck?"

"Yes, dear. Anything you want."

"Tell me this pussy belongs to me."

"It's all yours."

"What is?"

"This pussy. This pussy is all yours!"

He reached up and held her head with both hands before planting his lips firmly to her once more. He began to pump his cock a little slower now, but more intentionally, pausing to really grind on her clit.

Tammy writhed in excitement. She was close again and the way he was moving his hips meant that it would be a strong climax. He would break away from her lips only long enough to whisper something else into her ear, before kissing her again.

"I love being between your legs."

"Your pussy is perfect around my cock."

"Does your husband ever fuck you like this?"

Tammy whispered back that no, her husband did not fuck her like this, before Bret locked lips with her again.

"I'm going to cum soon," he next said. "Are you ready for my load?"

Tammy's eyes went wide, "Yes, yes!" she felt her orgasm rising much faster now, and Bret felt it too. He maintained his steady movements, grinding on her clit, wanting first to make sure she hit a high that she had not hit before. He wanted to make her feel everything she ever wanted, that there would be no hesitation in her body in the future. He knew that would want her again, and again, and again.

Soon she was arching her back, her hips shaking uncontrollably from a shattering orgasm.

"Oh... oh fuck! Fuck me, baby!"

As her climax hit, Bret held firm while she tensed up, and lost all control of her body.

Tammy moaned loudly, so loud they thought the neighbors might hear, her vision became blurry and she nearly passed out from the overstimulation.

Before she could come down from her high, Bret sat up on his knees and gripped firmly at her thighs, and then he began to pump hard in and out of her well-fucked slit.

Tammy was again moaning loudly, her orgasm almost being forced back again and again. She cried out in absolute pleasure as Bret hips moved harder and faster than anything she had experienced before. Memories of her younger days flooded her mind now, of a few rare instances where a man had shown this kind of energy and power. He pumped deep and steadily, and she looked into his eyes, seeing that he was on the brink of finishing as well. Her hands moved to her breasts, where she rolled her nipples with her fingers, giving him a perfect view.

"Give me your load, baby!" she said to him, enthusiastically pushing him to the finish line.

"Deep inside you?"

"Yes, give me all your hot cum!" she replied.

Bret heard the words and felt that familiar pressure in his loins. There was no stopping now, so he fucked her even harder, even faster than before, with Tammy reaching down and around, grasping firmly as his behind and pulling him in as hard as she could until he shot his entire load deep inside his friend's mother. He collapsed on top of her buxom frame, kissing her deeply again as he moaned.

Eventually, he stood up, pulling her up with him, only to settle on the couch for a cuddle. The strange feeling from the cookie was still loud and persistent, thanks to the high dose, but the three of them were no longer consumed by a fog. The cookies had done their work and were now releasing their grip, but only gradually. Arnold was slumped against the arm of the couch, blinking slowly. Bret was on the other side, one arm draped over Tammy, the two moving between staring at the wall, and making out softly against the soft glow of the screen.

"That was..." Arnold started. Stopped. Tried again. "That was a lot."

"Yeah," Bret said. "That was a lot."

Tammy laughed. A tired, but completely genuine laugh. "It was great." She moved slowly, standing, stretching, both men watching her body with great intent once more.

"We should probably get you two home," she said. "Bobby will be back soon. And I don't think he needs to see you like this."

Arnold nodded, but he did not move much. Bret did not nod, and said nothing. He was comfortable on the couch, naked, and slowly touching himself. Tammy looked between the two young men and saw that both showed signs of coming back to life already.

The fog in their minds was still heavy, but not so much that they could not make their own decisions.

Tammy watched as the two boys stroked themselves, and soon, they were rock hard once again.

Bret leaned over and whispered softy into Tammy's ear. So too did Arnold, conveying the same message, more or less.

Picking up their clothes and turning off the television, they took Tammy by the hand, and led her silently upstairs, saying nothing as they walked to her bedroom. There, the door was closed and locked, and they did their best to remain quiet, so as not to wake Bobby when he eventually returned home only a few minutes later.