The Available Mom Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Slap. Slap.

"Mgnck! Mgnck!" I gurgled.

Slap. Slap.

"Mgnck! Mgnck!" I gurgled, drool running down the side of my mouth.

Slap. Slap.

"Mgnck! Mgnck!" I choked out. My eyes were on Tristan's. His hand in my hair and his cock hitting the back of my mouth. His other hand was on his base, holding himself firmly, indicating that there was another inch for me to take if I wanted to.

Caleb was behind me, his hands on my ass and one of his thumbs pressing against my asshole as he slowly fucked my pussy from behind. Each thrust was hard, deep, deliberate and slow.

Slap. Slap.

I knew Alex was in the room, but I didn't know where. I was focused on my son in front of me, and my other son fucking me from behind. My back was arched, my tits swinging, my hair a mess and sweat ran down my back. I presumed that Alex was taking pictures or video--ideally both--documenting and memorializing this wonderful moment. My mind went to videos we had taken on family trips and how we would watch them on occasion during holiday gatherings. My hope was this (and others) would become part of that tradition and rotation. I thought about my sons sitting around the TV for Christmas and watching this moment: when two of them were fucking their mother. That felt really special and sweet to me, as their mom.

"Mgnck!" I said around Tristan's cock as Caleb's hard thrust pushed me towards Tristan. My eyes were watering, and absolutely fixed on his. His hand gripped my hair in a tight fist, holding me close to him, our bodies and souls connected by his cock hitting the back of my mouth. I pressed forward, trying to swallow his cockhead into my throat.

"Mom, you are so beautiful," Caleb said. "Alex, look at Mom's ass. Take a picture. Seriously, Mom is perfect."

They held me still and I knew Alex was filming or taking a picture or something. I felt so beautiful, on all fours and between two of my sons. I still had the garter on, though the stockings were gone. Somewhere on the floor.

Caleb and I had fallen asleep together on the couch, not bothering to go to my room after our date. I woke up to find Alex in Mike's chair looking at us and stroking himself. I smiled at him and whispered good morning, loving that he was working on his morning erection in an unashamed manner. What mom doesn't want to wake up to her son jerking off to her? I wondered if morning wood was specifically for moms.

We had a sweet moment just between Alex and I as Caleb slept behind me, his arm around me and his hand clutching my tit. Alex's expression vacillated between his sweet smile and carnal lust as his eyes drifted down and up my mostly naked body.

We looked at one another as he stroked to me. Eventually he got up and pushed is dick into my mouth. Soon Tristan came downstairs and things progressed from there.

I felt Tristan's grip in my hair tighten and he pulled on my hair, to push his dick further into my mouth. "Grl--ck!" I grunted, swallowed, gagged and then swallowed again--drawing his dickhead into my throat.

"Fuck--" Tristan whispered and then, in a rapid succession of pleasure-filled words, said, "Swallow on it. Swallow on it. Swallow on it. Swallow on it. Ah!" He moved his hand from the base of his cock as I took his whole length into my mouth and down my throat.

I let out a very muffled sound as I focused on trying to swallow my son's cock whole, his tight grip and yanking on my hair urging me on. He pushed his hips forward in an effort to go as deep as he could. His swollen dick went further and lodged in my throat, taking away my ability to breathe. My nose pressed into his pubic hair, my mouth wrapped around his base and his balls pressed firmly to my chin. It was like his body was meant for my face to be right here.

"Ah! Yes Mom. Swallow it. Swallow it. Ah!" Tristan groaned, his second hand tangling in my hair. He kept jutting his hips forward and yanking my hair.

There was no air. Only the scent of my son and the clenching muscles of my throat and mouth around his shaft. I was truly breathing in my son's cock. This was pure connection.

I felt my ass being spread wide as I arched my back, working as hard as I could on Tristan. I felt Caleb pull out of my pussy and before I could adjust anything, another cock slid into me. I knew it was Alex.

"Ah!" he groaned and he began to thrust fast, his hands keeping my cheeks open. I knew he was enjoying the view Caleb was having moments before. I loved it. I loved the way they shared, the way they could enjoy me and then let their brother enjoy me in their own way. Alex was not as controlled as Caleb and he thrust widely, moaning and breathing hard.

My face felt hot, my clenching throat grew sore as it continued on the impossible task of swallowing Tristan's dick whole. Tristan took the role of trying to yank my head down and stuff his cock down my throat at the same time. There was so much water in my eyes -- tears and sweat--that I couldn't make out his face. I also felt strained from holding my breath for so long. But I also kept looking towards him, wanting him to see my love and joy for him. Mommy is here, baby. Throat fuck me. I am here, Tristan. Fuck Mommy's throat.

"Mom, Mom, Mommy," Alex groaned and I felt the warmth of his load spurting into me. He held my ass cheeks and pumped into me, my pussy clenching him and my asshole looking him in the eye. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" he moaned as his cock fed my pussy his cum.

"Gah!" I coughed as Tristan pulled his dick out of my mouth. Drool and spit ran down my chin and I sucked in air. I couldn't wipe my face or my eyes as I was still on all fours, wanting to stay in this fuck position for my boys. I felt Tristan's wet cock tapping my cheek. I loved it. I loved how close he was. I kept my mouth open to suck in air.

Alex was breathing hard as he slowed his pace and then stopped. He held himself in me for a few moments and then pulled out slowly.

"That was so good, baby," I said to him as best as I could. "You did such a good job."

As best as I could tell, Tristan was no longer in front of me and then I felt him enter me from behind. I know the feel of his cock. I knew how each one of my sons felt. He held my ass in a similar fashion and began to thrust into me.

Feeling his cock pushing deep along with the warmth from Alex's cum was almost hypnotizing in how good it felt. I closed my eyes and focused on it, doing what I could to grip his dick with my body. I felt hands in my hair and by the pull I knew it was Caleb. I opened my mouth for him to feed me his dick.

"I am here, Mom," Caleb said. His cock tapped my cheek. "Enjoy Tristan's cock, Mom. Take it. You look so good taking my brother's cock."

"Yes baby," I said. My eyes were still burning with sweat. I kept them closed. I focused on Tristan fucking me and Caleb's strong hand pulling my head up by the hair, almost using my hair like a handle to push me back against Tristan. "Fuck yeah. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy, son. Fuck Mommy."

Tristan began to thrust faster, losing his rhythm in favor of pace. Caleb pulled on my hair, my chin going up and my head back. This is what I wanted for Mother's Day. All day of this.

"Fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy! I'm gonna cum on your cock! Fuck Mommy!" I cried as an orgasm washed through me like a flood. I gave a long, almost inaudible yell as my orgasm continued to rampage through the muscles and inner walls of my lower half. I felt like my pussy was going to explode.

Then Tristan groaned low and hard, "Oh fuck. Mom. I'm cumming. I'm cumming." He thrust me hard and wildly and just chanted, "Take it all. Take it all Mom."

"Yes baby. Give it to Mama," I said in more of a breath than a voice.

Caleb let go of my hair and I rocked forward. Breathing slowly and just trying to calm my racing heart. "Shhhh," I said in a long, slow breath

Tristan pulled out slowly and reluctantly. I felt the goo and warmth of his load in me and what dripped down my legs. At the same time I clenched and kegeled, trying to adjust to the new void in me.

Caleb then pushed his cock into me. "Mom, you are so warm. Ah!" He groaned.

"I'm full from your brother's fucking--" my mind wavered from pleasure unsure how to finish the sentence. "--your brother's fuck milk." The word fell out of my mouth. Then I added, "I need yours now, baby. Just like your brothers, Caleb. Empty your fucking balls into me. Top off Mommy with your--Ah!"

Caleb began to thrust hard and fast. He gripped my ass cheeks like handles and I felt like a mom fuck doll on my hands and knees. This was what I needed in this moment and Caleb was giving me everything.

We were both groaning, moaning, grunting and swearing. Sweat ran down my body, my tits swung wildly, my ass clapped against him and, best of all, I knew Alex was filming. I wanted this. I needed this. I wanted this moment to watch at Thanksgiving dinner, as a family, after we talked about all we were thankful for. I pressed against him and moved my head up, still on all fours. I wanted to be displayed for my boys. My tits were swinging wildly. An orgasm hit me. I began to chant, "Mommy loves you! Mommy loves you! Mommy loves you!"

At the same time Caleb let out a half groan and half yell, "Yes, Mom. Take my cock! Take my fucking cock!"

Another orgasm hit me around the time Caleb's dick seemed to explode in my already cum-laden pussy.

We both moaned wordless nonsense as our focus was solely on milking everything from my son's cock and balls. It felt like pure body, flesh and heart entanglement as he spurted again and again into me.

I screwed my eyes closed as I began to weep with pleasure, absolutely overwhelmed with emotion.

Caleb was giving me slow, hard thrusts his hands gripping my ass flesh like handles of a bicycle, pulling me back hard against his final thrusts, making sure everything from his dick and nuts was fucked into me as hard and as deep as possible.

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David: Hi Mom. Is it ok if we do something simple tonight? This has been a long work week.

Me: Of course. Why don't you call me after work and we will figure something out. No pressure.

Davide: Thanks, Mom. I love you.

Me: I love you too.

I set my phone down and frowned. For David to say something like this meant he was feeling pretty down. An idea formed in my mind and I went to the closet, found the outfits I had in mind for him and put them in my bag. I slung it over my shoulder and walked into the bedroom to finish getting ready for the gym.

After the incredible morning, I came upstairs to lay down for a bit and wound up sleeping quite a bit later than I had in a long time. Tristan and Caleb had showered and left and I wasn't sure what Alex was doing.

I sat on the bed and stretched my back a bit and smiled. I wasn't nearly as sore as I thought I would be. My butt and my legs were a bit sore from being on all fours so much, besides that I felt great.

"Thank goodness for the gym," I said with a smile. It was more than that too, I knew. We were connecting in ways that were long overdue and I think my body was just hungry for them. Yes, my ass was a bit sore but if I was honest, I would take one of my son's cocks in the ass right now if I could. It was like a lock and key.

I slid out of my pajama bottoms and put on my yoga pants. This morning was deeply motivating to keep after the gym and keep my body available for my sons.

My phone rang.

"Good morning, Mike," I said as soon as I saw the name.

"Good morning!" He said. "What are you up to? I tried calling at the usual time."

I was likely positioned between two of my sons when he tried calling earlier. I really couldn't wait to see what Alex had captured on his phone. "Tristan and Caleb stayed over last night, so I was probably busy. It has been a bit of a hectic morning."

"Again?" Mike said with a laugh. "Sarah, we are supposed to be urging them out of the nest, not to bring them all home again!"

I laughed. "Well, I think we have just been having a great time these last few days. I don't think anyone is regressing. Don't worry, honey, I am their mother. I will be sure everyone grows up." I thought about how well they were getting along now and how well they were sharing. On top of that the confidence I was seeing in Alex was evidence of what I was saying to my husband.

"Well speaking of being their mother," he began. "I talked to David yesterday."

"Oh yeah? I am going to see him later this evening," I replied. I looked up to see my door open and Alex poked his head in.

He saw that I was on the phone and motioned to leave but I beckoned him to stay. He entered the room with a smile, holding his phone. He also had a very obvious erection in his pajama pants. I remembered that he wasn't going to work until later.

"Yeah, I guess someone else was picked for that promotion," Mike said. "Not surprisingly, I was right in that David not being willing to travel more than 10% of the time cost him. So I told him..."

Mike went on but I put the phone on speaker and looked at the screen that Alex held in front of me. It was an almost perfectly framed picture of my ass: cheeks spread by Caleb's hands tightly gripping my flesh, Caleb's cock was half buried in my pussy and my tight puckered hole was the center of the screen. With the red garter belt and Caleb's hands holding me, the whole image was really sexy.

Alex swiped over a few more similar pictures and then a video of Caleb thrusting.

"These are so great!" I whispered to Alex. "Great job, honey!"

"... The thing is, Sarah," Mike continued, "I am not sure he understands how rare opportunities come. If you see him tonight, I really hope you can push him on this."

I kept looking at Alex's phone as he continued to show me more pictures from the morning. "Mike, what did David say in response to all this?" I asked with a firm push-back tone.

"He told me that he was happy with where he was and that traveling wasn't what he wanted," Mike replied. "Sarah, he doesn't even know what he wants. That's the thing..."

He went on but my attention went to the next image. It was of my face. By the look, I probably wasn't able to see or tell Alex was taking a picture. My face was red, sweaty, my hair partially matted to my forehead, the rest in Tristan's fist. My eyes were a little blood shot and my mouth was wrapped around the base of Tristan's cock. I knew this was when his dick was in my throat. It was really beautiful.

I smiled at Alex. "I really like this one," I whispered almost inaudibly.

"Me too," he whispered as he pulled down the front of his pants to show me his erection. It jutted straight out and throbbed slightly.

I smiled at him and reached for it.

"... so I think it would be really good if you could talk to him. I think he needs to hear it from both of us," Mike was saying.

I gripped the hot flesh of my son's cock. It felt like warm comfort. Like a nice cup of coffee on a cold morning. Moms need their son's penises. "Mike," I said. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Mike said.

Alex leaned forward and pulled at my shirt.

I let go of his cock and he pulled my shirt off. I didn't have my sports bra on yet and just wore one of my beige mom bras.

Alex moved close to me, I opened my legs and he stood between them. His hand was on his dick and his eyes were fixed on my tits. I cannot overstate how much I loved this particular look from Alex. The look said: I love your fucking tits, Mom. I want to fuck them, suck them and cum all over them.

"How long did you listen to David before you told him what you thought he needed to do?" I asked. My eyes went up to Alex's. He was not looking at my face.

He put one hand in my hair, grabbing at the base of my high ponytail and pulled me closer to him. The tip of his dick was an inch from my chest and he began to stroke himself.

"Long enough to know what he was going to say," Mike replied defensively.

"Mike," I said with a hint of frustration in my voice. He needed to be mothered too if I was honest. "Knowing what he is going to say and listening are pretty different." I pulled down the left cup of my bra, exposing my nipple. I turned my chest so Alex's dick was pressed to my nipple.

Alex was breathing faster and stroking, pushing his dick against my tit. He looked at my breast like a piece of fuck meat, his mouth was partially opened and his eyes fixed on it. His lust was palpable and absolutely perfect. My sweet boy.

"Sarah..." Mike began.

"As an example," I cut him off. "I have been listening to you. I listen to you every day talking about your job, your hopes and what you want to see for the boys. You haven't said anything new to me in probably five years. I can tell you what you are going to say to me. But I don't. I listen. Do you know why?"

Alex was really beating his cock now. His dick pushing against my very hard nipple. He stopped stroking and just slapped his cock against my tit. Dickhead to nipple. Just gentle but firm slaps.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

It was really sexy.

Mike sighed, "Why?"

"Because when I do speak, you know that I have heard you. More than that, I have done what I can to see things fully from your perspective and not mine. You feel closer to me when you know I am listening. That is the point," I said.

Alex's hand stayed gripping my pony tail. I was glad that I made it so tight. It was a handle for my sons. His other hand began stroking his cock again, very fast. He was chasing his orgasm now and I loved it. He was showing off.

"Sarah, I understand what you are saying. But listening to David isn't going to make him make the right choice," Mike said.

"I know," I replied. "But David needs to know that he is allowed to choose himself. He doesn't need to be told. He needs to be heard, so he can talk it out and then he needs to choose. Mike, David is a good man. We have raised him well. He might not want the same things that you do, but that doesn't make him wrong."

Alex was getting close. I pulled out my other breast and pushed my tits together. He took a small step back, his dick angled up now.

"I just want him to have what I have," Mike said.

"I think he wants more," I replied.

Alex pulled on my hair and I leaned forward, opened my mouth in time for his dick to erupt. Warm, viscous perfection shot into my open mouth, then my chin and then on my chest. I leaned back a little, holding my tits for my son as he furiously pumped his cock sending another rope and then another onto my tits. I was really proud of him. I knew this is what he needed, but I needed it too.

"What does that mean?" Mike asked.

"It means that David is figuring out what he wants and who he is separate from you," I replied. He is becoming his own man and he needs to know that we see him trying. You told me that we need to grow them up, well this is how I do it."

Alex was still furiously stroking and suddenly one more rope sprayed out and hit my chin and neck.

I giggled.

"What are you doing?" Mike asked.

"Just getting ready for the day," I replied. "Alex just came in and he is being sweet."

"Hey Dad," Alex said. His voice was a bit rough from effort. He was now shaking his cock so every drop would get on me.

"Hey bud," Mike said. "Are you taking care of your mother while I am away?"

I felt absolutely beautiful covered in his cum. I leaned forward and sucked the tip of his dick.

He kept stroking, his hand pushing against my lips. It was like he was it feeding me. My son was growing up.

"I am doing my best, Dad," Alex said. He looked down at me and smiled. "It isn't hard. Mom is really wonderful."

I knew the tip of his dick was sensitive, so I just held it in my mouth, giving him a warm place to calm down. Like a garage. A cock garage.

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I had a key to David's apartment. He made a copy for me when he first rented the place. He asked me to come in and feed his fish when he was on a work trip or went on vacation. Secretly I knew he wanted me to tidy up the place from time to time and I would. But as he got older and started having more girlfriends, I went over uninvited less and less as I wanted him to know he never had to worry about his mom coming over unexpectedly.

I let myself in and immediately went into mom mode, just straightening up little things here and there, washing a coffee cup that was left out and wiping off the kitchen counter. I went into his bedroom, turned down the bed, tossed a couple clothes into the laundry hamper and went into his bathroom to freshen up.

I took a quick rinse-off shower then, wrapping a towel around myself went into his room to get ready. I opened up my bag and set out the attire for the night:

A black, barely there bra with cuter snaps on the front. It could be strapless, but I opted for the straps in favor of David having different options for things to hang onto. Also the sales girl and I had a lengthy conversation about how these straps could be used for "other things" and the material was very durable, so I wondered if there was room to experiment.

Next was a matching black garter belt that snapped to some thigh high silk and lace stockings. This was something I would normally wear under a cute skirt, but it also looked great like this.

A tiny black thong went with it with a very durable string.

I put everything on and then took out my make up bag and touched everything up with a hint on my cheeks, lips and around my eyes. I brushed my hair back and then put it into a firm braid, knotted at almost the top of my head. I realized that all I needed was some fuck me boots and I would look like a dominatrix. That seemed kind of fun and I filed that one away from something to try on a later date.

I got a text from David: Hey Mom. Really hard day. I am on my way to my place. I will text you when I get home and we can make some plans.

Me: No rush, honey. I am available just for you.

I brought my bag into the kitchen and took out the bottle of wine and some simple things to nibble on for dinner. I turned the lights down a bit and then leaned against the counter to wait for him.

I received a text from Mike: Hey hon, did you get any lingerie for our upcoming night?

Me: Not yet. Sorry.

Mike: Ok. Am I hounding you about this?

Me: A little bit. But I know it is important for you. I didn't forget.

Mike: It is just going to be out last night together for a while and I want to make sure it is special.

Me: I know. It will be special. I will make sure.

I glanced at a digital picture frame on David's counter. I smiled, even though he was a bachelor, he still had that thing with pictures of us over the years. There were several pictures in a row of just him and I. I wondered how he would feel if we updated that a bit, though I wondered if he would be ok having his friends over or a girl, knowing that there would be a good chance that the roulette of pictures showing would likely have one of his mom covered in his cum, or a couple with his mom sucking his cock or his cock in his mom's ass.

I smiled at the thought.

Mike: Well I am heading into a big meeting right now.

Me: Ok.

Mike: Still seeing David tonight?

Me: Yes.

Mike: Please talk to him, Sarah.

Me: I will be available for whatever our son needs.

Mike: Ok. Talk to you later. Love you.

Me: Love you too.

I set the phone down on the counter. I checked the time then walked over to the front door and got on my knees. A minute later David opened his front door and our eyes met.

"Mom?" he asked as he closed his door slowly. His eyes roamed over my body. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

"I am here, baby," I said to him. "I know you had a really hard day and a hard week." I leaned forward and pushed my ass out a bit. "So I used my key and came over. There is wine on the counter, some cheese, fruit and crackers to nibble on."

He set his bag down by the door and just kept looking at me.

"I know you are tired, frustrated and probably don't even want to talk about it," I said in a sweet, maternal tone. "So I am here, fully available to you. We don't have to talk about anything. I am here for you to use as your personal fucking whore. All your angst and uncertainty, I want all of it, David. Fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy hard. I love you and I want you to fucking use me."

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Slap.

"Hrmph," I gurgled.

Slap.

"Glck," I spit with drool running down my face and eyes.

Slap.

"Hrm," I managed, my throat gagged as David pressed his cock down it once more. His wet balls were pressed against my nose--their scent intoxicating.

I was partially on the couch, my head off the edge, my legs bent at the knees over the back of the couch. I was upside down. David had one hand behind my head, the other was on my neck as he very slowly and deliberately face fucked me. With each slow thrust, he would pull his hips back, I would take a breath and then he would thrust into my throat. I knew he could feel the bulge of his cock as he held my neck. In this position, I felt absolutely helpless and utterly content.

David wasn't chasing an orgasm though I knew he was edging at times. He was just fully here, using me the way I had asked him to. It had taken a few minutes for him to get us here from when he stood at the door. For several moments we just looked at each other. I could see my oldest son seething with frustration, disappointment, fatigue and need. My heart hurt for him and I wanted to mother him.

So I got onto all fours and urged him to, "Use that fucking cock on on me, son. Let me have it. Let Mommy's fuck holes have it."

One thing led to another and now I was here, on my back with my son face and throat fucking me on his living room couch.

He gave me another thrust and then grunted with pleasure as his cock rammed down my throat. His hands tightened and he leaned forward, holding himself as deep as he could.

I let out a gurgle sound and felt the liquid run from my mouth, around his base, down his balls and all over my face. I knew my face was a mess of sweat and drool mixed with precum. Each time his balls slapped against my nose and eyes, I felt closer to my son. It was skin on skin. This was motherhood.

"Ah!" He grunted as he held longer.

I felt his thumb on my neck, rubbing the fleshy bulge from his cock down my throat. His touch was soothing against the clenching of my neck muscles around his very hard dick. More drool ran out of my mouth and he gave me a quick thrust, his balls --wet with my spit and drool- slapped against my face as he tried to push deeper. I felt like he was trying to stuff his whole cock down my throat.

He relented and pulled himself out of my gaping mouth. I felt the warm wet of more spit and drool and likely his precum ran over me from his swollen cock. "Gah!" I gasped and I licked at his cock and balls as I took in a breath. He rubbed his unit all over my face, the flesh of his dick and sac rubbing my cheeks, lips, nose and mouth.

I kissed and licked his flesh. Showing him my constant desire and love for him.

"I love you, Mom," he said as he rammed his cock back into my mouth and started to thrust fast. He held my head in both hands and fucked my mouth, grunting and groaning and then he pulled out, edging himself again.

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

He used my braid to roll me over and I sat up. One of my tits was out of my bra and I wiped some of the wetness from my eyes so I could look up at him. He was still mostly dressed, his dress shirt open, the ends wet from face fucking me. His pants were around his ankles and his cock was wet in front of me. He was so handsome. He was working to get fully undressed.

I found my phone, picked it up from the floor and looked at myself through the camera. My face was a mess of drool, running mascara and smeared lipstick. David's cock had a tint of my lipstick on it. I straightened out my bra, put my nipple away and then took several photos of myself.

"Fucking beautiful," I muttered. I felt like I did when I was having a day at the beach or in the sandbox with David. We would get dirty from hours of playing. It was pure joy and this was the same thing. This was like finger painting except we were using my son's cock and my body. This was the prettiest that I had felt in a long time.

"Mom?" David asked as I tossed my phone aside. I realized it was dumb vanity to have it out and refocused fully on my son.

"Yes, baby," I said to him. Fucking use Mommy. U--"

He put his dick back into my mouth.

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"Ngh!" I cried against the cloth in my mouth. My thong was off and wrapped around my head, cloth in my mouth and tied somewhere in the back. David was yanking on it from behind as he fucked me in the ass. My face was going back and forth from being pushed into the couch cushion and pulled back as my son gave me several hard thrusts and then pulled his dick out. He did this over and over again, ramming my asshole balls deep and then pulling out and teasing the ring of my hole with his cock head as I adjusted to the void.

I knew he was edging and wiping his precum on my hole. He wasn't chasing his own orgasm yet, but continued to enjoy himself with me.

He slapped my ass cheek once, twice, three times with his hand. Each time telling my ass that it was his to fuck and use. Then he rammed his dick back in, grabbed the string behind my head and fucked me hard, grunting with the slapping cadence of his balls against my ass.

I had lost track of my orgasms. I wasn't chasing anything either. I was enjoying the unfiltered love of my oldest son and focusing on giving myself to him fully. He pumped me hard, yanking on the string and driving himself into me. Each thrust he emphasized with a "Gah!" as our bodies slapped together. I gripped him as best as I could, clenching on his dick and pushing back against him.

He pulled out of me and slapped my ass cheeks then spread them with his hands. I felt so beautiful like this, fully exposed to him as he French-kissed my hole. His tongue licked at my ass like a mouth, pressing in and around. It was a messy, passionate kiss, full of his pent-up lust and his love for me.

My face was buried back into the couch cushion as he pushed himself against me, kissing my hole and clutching my ass cheeks like they were on my face and kissing my asshole like it was my mouth. My legs shook and my body tingled as a small orgasm ran from my ass to my clit.

"I love this fucking hole," he muttered to it between kisses. "I love this ass. I want to fuck it and use it."

"Ngh!" I replied, barely audible from being pushed in the cushion. Every mom needs love from her son like this.

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"That's it, Mom!" David groaned. "Clean off my cock. Suck your ass off my fucking cock." His hand was in my hair. "Suck my fucking cock," he groaned through lust-laden gritted teeth.

I was on my knees, my bra was pulled down around my tummy and one of the bra straps was used to tie my wrists together behind my back. My head bobbed up and down on his cock like a vacuum-powered piston, sucking all the way up and down.

I had lost track of time. David fucked and used my ass for a long time. He moved me into different positions, edging himself and with each kiss, turn, thrust, lick and fuck his lust was growing. He was on top of me, then behind me, then over me and under me, never rushing but just letting his mind and body be free.

He had discovered the straps of my bra and I naturally put my hands behind my back while he was sucking my tits. He finally turned my around and tied them together and I had a surprising orgasm during the process.

Finally he removed the thong gag and here I was, on my knees working his dick with my mouth and tongue. He would pull me off again, to keep edging himself, using my hair as a handle. Our eyes would meet and I will tell him, "Mommy is your fucking whore" or "Give it to Mommy, David. Mommy is your fuck toy."

He let go of my hair as I pulled off his cock and licked at his shaft hungrily. Though I wasn't chasing my own orgasms, all this fucking and sucking had my sexual motor running very hot. My tongue lapped at his shaft and I moaned as I kissed at the side of his shaft. Our eyes met again and I said, "Fuck Mommy's mouth, baby."

David took me by the hair and pulled me down on his dick again, all the way down and all the way up again and again.

I moaned with a mouthful of his flesh and then he pulled it out of my mouth again. Precum ran down his dick and I knew he was very close to the point of no return. He was breathing hard, the wheels in his mind turning to try to edge a bit more but I knew we were very close.

He got behind me and unbound my hands. We embraced in a kiss and went to the floor. He was on top of me, his hands on my tits, neck and ass, roaming over me and groping me greedily.

"Do you want my cock, Mom?" he asked with lust in his voice.

"Yes, David," I replied as I opened my legs and grabbed for his dick. "I want you to fuck me with it. Breed Mommy with your cock. I need you to fuck your cum into me and breed me. I need you and your brothers pump your fucking cum into Mommy's pussy." The words came out suddenly but naturally. I was afraid at his reaction, but only for a second as he kissed me and pushed his dick into me at the same time.

My body adjusted and I groaned into his mouth. This was a pure act. We were done with the fantasy and the edging. This was carnal fucking. I tilted my hips and met him with each thrust, my hands gripping his ass and his hands gripping mine. His dick pistoned in me, our bodies completely joined at the pelvis. "Yes, baby," I urged. "Give it to Mommy. Give Mommy that fuckign cum. That fuck milk. Fuck it into me. Fuck your balls empty." This was pure lovemaking.

He grunted as his rhythm changed, my body meeting his and he looked into my eyes. "Mom," he muttered. "Mommy..."

I had already taken his brothers in the morning but it wasn't enough. I needed my eldest. I needed my David. "Come on, baby. Fuck it into me. Cum in your mother. Cum in your mother."

He groaned and I saw the moment in his face: the moment of no return. It was a beautiful, pleasure-filled grimace and he said, "Fuck. Mom. I'm cumming. Oh fuck. I'm cumming."

His dick erupted in me. I gripped his ass and he gripped mine as we wordlessly remained joined as he pumped his load into me. He came hard, after a long evening of edging and teasing; his balls needed to be emptied and my pussy hungrily obliged. He continued to pump and I continued to urge him on all the way to exhaustion.