Slut MILF Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Slut MILF Ch. 01 by vegitto306,vegitto306 I am Isis, a divorced mom; I have three kids: two sons, Hunter and Ryan, and a daughter, Tiffany, who all live with me. It’s been a few years since we’ve ended things, but their dad, Mike, lives nearby, and we raise the kids together. We share custody, but most of the time, the kids stay with me. Mike is a History teacher at their high school, and Hunter and Ryan attend the same school as their father.

Tiffany passed out last semester and is now a college freshman attending the local college. My daughter spent most of her time at college or hanging out at her friends’ place, enjoying her newfound freedom. More often than not, this left me alone at home with my two sons.

My two boys were close in age; Hunter is a year younger than his brother Ryan, but they were complete opposites. My eldest son, Ryan, is buffed up and an athlete. He joined the baseball team last season. He was never that interested in sports, and I suspect he wanted to join the baseball team to score with girls. However, he seemed to have a knack for the game and was good enough to make the team.

After he made the team, things really took off for him. Before we knew it, he was hitting the gym regularly and bulking up. His luck with girls, however, remained elusive.

My youngest son, Hunter, is the complete opposite: nerdy-looking, short, skinny and doesn’t play any sports. However, Hunter is a genius; he skipped a few grades and is now a senior like his brother.

I had never thought about my son’s sexuality before. Things changed after an incident which occurred a few weeks ago. It was a typical Saturday evening. I had just finished my yoga exercises and was sitting in the kitchen drinking a bottle of water when Ryan and Hunter entered the kitchen. Ryan’s best friend Duane was also with them.

Duane is a tall, handsome black guy, the school’s star athlete, and the baseball team captain. Duane is also a cocky bastard, the kind of guy used to getting everything he wants because of his good looks and athletic abilities.

As the boys entered the kitchen, they were busy talking about baseball, but as soon as Duane laid eyes on me, he immediately stopped talking and smiled, ogling at my body.

Duane’s eyes travelled down my body, stopping at my large DD cup tits; his gaze hung there for a moment before slowly moving down to my long sexy legs, taking in every inch of my bare flesh. I was wearing yoga pants and a tank top, which clung to my body like a second skin, emphasizing my curves.

I ignored Duane’s lascivious gaze and smiled at my sons, “Hola boys, how was your day?”

Duane smirked, “Hi, Mrs. Love, The day just got a whole lot better.” Ryan rolled his eyes, and Hunter sniggered, used to their friend’s behaviour.

I shook my head, amused, “Nice line, Duane. Did you practice that in front of the mirror?”

Ryan laughed, and Hunter smirked, both boys knowing how Duane liked to flirt with me shamelessly whenever he came over. Duane grinned unabashedly and shrugged his shoulders casually, “It worked, didn’t it?”

I chuckled, shaking my head, “Sure, keep trying, Romeo; one day, you might get lucky.” Ryan and Hunter cracked up laughing.

Duane winked at me, “A guy can dream, right, Isis?” I smiled at him indulgently, Duane may be cocky, but he sure was charming.

Ryan interrupted our playful banter and said, “Is Tiff around, Mom?”

I shook my head, “Your sister is at Tamika’s place. Did you need anything?”

“Well, we’ve got a project due, and I remember Tiffany mentioning she had some old class notes we could borrow,” Ryan replied.

“You could check the attic, mi amore. Your sister keeps all her old textbooks and notes there.” I told Ryan.

Ryan nodded, “Cool, we’ll go take a look.” The boys turned to leave the kitchen. Duane winked at me lewdly, “See ya, Isis.” I shook my head, amused, “Later, Duane.”

After a few minutes, the boys had left the kitchen; I finished my water and went upstairs to shower. As I made my way up the stairs, I heard Ryan and Hunter’s voices coming from the attic. I paused as I heard Duane’s voice, “Your Mom has a banging body, man. I can’t believe you guys get to see her in those tight clothes.” Duane drawled. “And that sexy accent drives me wild.”

I blushed at Duane’s words, flattered by the boy’s obvious attraction. I wasn’t really surprised by Duane’s comments; the boy was always flirting with me shamelessly. However, I was surprised by Ryan and Hunter’s responses.

“You should see her sunning herself out back, dude. Her bikini barely covers her tits and ass,” Hunter replied.

Ryan agreed, “Yeah, Hunter and I sneak a peek whenever she’s out back. She’s so hot. I swear she does it on purpose.”

Duane laughed, “Fuck, you guys are lucky. I’d give anything to see her juicy Latina ass in a bikini. I’d jerk my big black cock off, watching her.”

“She is grade A MILF material,” Hunter agreed.

I gasped, shocked, as I listened to my sons and Duane discussing me and my body. I had no idea my sons snuck a peek whenever I sunned myself out back. I had never thought about my sons in a sexual way, but as I stood there listening to their dirty comments, I was surprised and turned on.

I couldn’t blame them, though. At 36 years old, I was still in great shape. I had DD cup tits and an hourglass body which looked like it was made for sin. With long, curly black hair, hazel eyes, olive skin and a sultry Latina body, I had no doubt that I could turn heads and cause men to drool.

The boys continued their lewd discussion, and I blushed, flattered by my sons’ obvious attraction. I would have loved to stay and listen more, but I decided it was best to move on, not wanting Ryan or Hunter to catch me eavesdropping.

I quickly tiptoed upstairs to shower, eager to wash off my sweat after my yoga workout. However, the entire time I was in the shower, I couldn’t stop thinking about my sons and Duane’s dirty comments. I should have reprimanded them, but I took it as a compliment and never thought more of it.

I didn’t even tell my ex-husband that our sons thought their mom was a MILF. I guess at that moment, I should have known the seeds for my wild future life had been planted then and there with this decision, and I did nothing to prevent it.

***

A few weeks later, things took another exciting turn. It was Saturday morning, and I was lounging in my bedroom in a bathrobe, reading a book. Ryan and Hunter were probably still sleeping since it was the weekend. I decided to take a break and headed downstairs to make some coffee.

As I walked by Ryan’s room, I noticed the door slightly ajar and paused curiously. I peeked into the room, and my eyes widened, shocked as I realized Ryan was masturbating.

I should have moved on, but I found myself rooted to the spot; I saw Ryan lying naked on his bed. He was holding a magazine on his lap just before his shaft. My eyes widened as I racked my gaze down Ryan’s muscled body. Ryan’s body was ripped, with toned abs and strong muscular arms.

However, my gaze was drawn to the monster cock in his hand, and my mouth fell open, shocked as I realized Ryan was huge, at least 9 inches long and just as thick as his father. I could tell by the motion of his arm that he was stroking himself. Even though it felt a bit wrong, I could not help but watch him until his climax, stroking himself. Even though it felt a bit wrong, I could not help but watch him until his climax. He didn’t last long, as within a few minutes of me standing there, he let out a loud moan.

I wondered why he was jerking off to an old porn magazine and not actual porn, but I could not see anything else. I quietly walked back downstairs, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

***

The first time I ‘caught’ my other son, Hunter, jacking off was two days later; it was early in the morning. I was doing the laundry and went into his room to get his clothes. It was a very similar situation; while his bedroom door was wide open, his bathroom door was open just a crack.

After seeing Ryan, my sexual curiosity was at its peak, and the horny sex-starved part of me took over, and I peeked in on him. He had his back to the door, but I could watch his reflection in the mirror. He was standing up, stroking himself to the same magazine. He had it lying in the clothes hamper.

I could not see the photo or his shaft, but I did catch his spurt of cum as his shaft erupted all over. I was secretly impressed by the force and volume. I slowly let myself out back the way I came while smiling, thinking my boys had quite the healthy sexual appetites. I had a naughty smile on my face the rest of the day.

***

I decided not to say anything to either of them or to their father. After all, I know it is natural and normal for teenage boys to masturbate to photos and videos. I felt no need to embarrass them. I thought it was cute and funny as I had never seen a man stroke himself. I giggled, wondering what they would have thought if they knew their mom or, as they called me, ‘the MILF’ had caught them and was secretly watching them.

I did figure out their ‘pleasuring schedule’ eventually, and slowly, I was taken in by the urge to spy on them. Sometimes, the door was open; other times, I quietly opened it to watch them. I figure having only their mom raising them and me being primarily in my downstairs work-from-home office; the boys never saw much of a need to close the door properly while they pleasured themselves.

I discovered that the more I watched, the more turned-on I became. One morning, as I stood in front of Ryan’s room, wearing a satin robe and listening to him moaning, I felt my pussy tingle with desire. Without thinking, I slipped my hand down and began rubbing my pussy through the fabric of my robe.

As Ryan groaned loudly, my pussy tingled, and I felt my panties grow damp. Standing outside my son’s room, pleasuring myself, I felt a little embarrassed but too aroused to care. I hadn’t had a date in a while, and it didn’t take long for my body to explode in orgasm as I listened to Ryan masturbate. It felt very dirty, but it was one of the most intense orgasms I had.

***

This continued for a while, but as I enjoyed my dirty voyeurism show, I noticed that the boys used the exact magazine and never changed it. They appeared to pleasure themselves with the same picture every time, and after spying on my sons for a while, my curiosity began to build as to which sexy model had their sole lustful attention.

One morning, while all the kids were at their father’s place, I decided to go on and search for my boy’s dirty picture as my curiosity finally overcame my good sense. Perhaps it was much deeper than that, and I had not realized it then. I was jealous of this woman!

It took me quite a while; they had it very well hidden. It was a regular Playboy magazine; just looking at the cover. I decided to flip through it; I wanted to see if I could figure out which woman had their lustful attention. There were a lot of attractive women in it. I noticed one of the pages in the middle was different from the others, so I turned to that page. My jaw dropped at what I saw. It was an 8 x 10 picture of me!

They had found one of my risqué Polaroid pictures taken by their father, my ex, a few years ago. It was probably from Mike’s stuff in the attic. It was myself in some sexy lingerie, you could not see my nipples or my pussy, but it was still provocative. I could see some dried cum stains on my picture!

I stood there in shock for several minutes, looking down at the photos of myself. It just kept repeating in my mind, ‘Oh Dios! They are jerking off to me.’ My shock and disbelief turned into a moment of anger. I grabbed the picture and was about to tear it up when my lust overtook me.

I began to think to myself, here they had a magazine with all these hot, naked women, and they were jacking off like crazy to a picture of their mom in clothes! I was not just some once-in-a-while forbidden desire; I was their everyday enjoyment.

As I held the photos of myself in my hand, a naughty smile grew across my face. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself a bit more.

The emotion I now felt was flattered. I was very flattered that my sons found me so attractive and desirable. I looked at my 5’1″ body in the mirror, turning this way and that. My hips were nice and curvy; I had nice 34D tits, which were firm and perky. My Latina heritage gave me a lovely tan complexion, smooth skin and curvy hips.

I realized then that I WAS a MILF, their MILF, and they were jerking off to MY picture! As I stood there, admiring myself, my naughty smile turned into a grin. I thought about my sons thinking about me, thinking about fucking me or knowing teenage guys, thinking about me sucking their cocks, and shooting their wad’s over my picture; it really got my incestuous lust going. I had to do something; I just didn’t know what. So I decided to put the magazine back and not say anything to them… just yet.

***

That afternoon, my sons returned from spending the weekend with their father; Tiffany had called ahead and told me that she had decided to stay the night at his place and return in the morning. It was the perfect opportunity, and I decided to welcome them with the sluttiest outfit I owned. I decided on a super tight pink tank top, which showed off my sexy waist, and some tiny booty shorts that barely covered my ass and left very little to the imagination.

It was a warm day, and Ryan and Hunter entered the house; both boys paused, speechless, their mouths dropping open, shocked as they caught sight of me. Ryan and Hunter drank in my figure, my tits popping out of the tight top, cleavage, and long sexy legs. I smiled seductively, enjoying their lustful gaze, “Welcome home, boys; how was the weekend?”

Hunter blushed, “Uh…It was fine, Mom.” Ryan nodded, licking his lips, “Yeah…uh, good.”

“That’s great. Do you guys have any homework?” I asked, grinning.

Both boys shook their heads. I grinned, “Good, I could use some help with the groceries.”

After two days at their fathers, I was sure they needed to jack off to “me”, so I purposely made sure my sons had no time alone time to jack off; I wanted them to suffer for a bit, which I enjoyed. As I teased my sons mercilessly, I could see Ryan and Hunter trying to discreetly adjust their hard cocks in their pants, their gaze never straying from my tits or ass.

I was just having fun when Ryan got a call from Duane inviting him over. I smiled, “Go ahead, Ryan, Hunter, and I can handle the groceries.” Ryan looked torn, his eyes darting at my tits as he spoke.

Duane’s voice could be heard from Ryan’s phone, “Come on, man, the guys are waiting.”

Ryan glanced at Hunter and me and then reluctantly nodded, “Uh..sure, Duane, give me 20.” Ryan hung up, his face clearly letting me know that he’d rather stack groceries with his sexy mom, “Uh..see you guys later.”

I grinned, “See you later, sweetie; Hunter and I have everything under control.” Ryan nodded, and after one last glance, he left the house.

I smirked at Hunter, “Guess it’s just you and me.” Hunter blushed and nodded.

“Want to catch a movie in the den once we are done?” I asked teasingly, and Hunter agreed in an instant.

“Great, it’s a date.” I purred seductively, leaning over and kissing Hunter’s cheek, enjoying how my son’s eyes zeroed in on my deep cleavage. Hunter blushed and nodded, his cheeks crimson.

I smirked, amused by Hunter’s obvious lust and after giving him a saucy wink. We finished in the kitchen, and after putting everything away, Hunter and I settled on the couch in the den.

As the movie started, I could feel Hunter’s heated gaze on my body and grinned, enjoying the attention. I waited a few minutes, and then I shifted on the couch, and to Hunter’s shock, I turned sideways, stretching my legs out over his thighs and leaning against the armrest, laying my head on the cushion. As I stretched out, Hunter’s eyes widened, shocked as the hem of my shorts rose higher, exposing a generous portion of my juicy ass-cheeks.

Hunter’s cheeks reddened as his gaze lingered on my ass, and I grinned, “Enjoying the movie, sweetie?” Hunter blushed and nodded, “It’s one of the best I’ve ever seen.”

His hands were resting on his thighs, his fingers touching my soft skin, and I grinned, knowing that I was driving him crazy. Throughout the movie, Hunter’s fingers gently caressed the smooth skin of my exposed thighs, and I smiled, enjoying his attention.

Eventually, Hunter grew bolder, and his fingers slowly moved up my thighs, his touch light and gentle. I smirked, amused and pretended not to notice as his fingers lightly traced circles on my inner thigh.

Hunter’s gaze was fixed on the TV, but his fingers continued their sensuous exploration. Hunter’s gentle caresses sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. As his fingers slowly inched closer to my pussy, I suppressed a moan as his fingers lightly brushed against the hem of my shorts, inching dangerously close to my pussy.

My son was so bold; I did not want to spoil it, but I did not want him to get the idea he would get to play with me that easily. I leaned over and changed positions, sliding my legs off Hunter’s thighs. Hunter blushed, embarrassed and retracted his hand, “Sorry, Sweetie, I caught a cramp in my neck.” I lied as I stretched, making sure my tank top rode up, exposing my midriff and grinned at Hunter, “Maybe I should lie on the other side.”

Hunter’s cheeks reddened, embarrassed and nodded, “Sure, Mom, do what feels comfortable.” I smirked and lay my head in Hunter’s lap. As I shifted, my tank top slid down, and the neckline slipped down, revealing the tops of my creamy 34D tits. Hunter’s eyes widened, shocked as a generous portion of my tits spilt out, almost exposing my nipples.

I continued to tease him till the end of the movie. After the movie ended, I got up and stretched, enjoying Hunter’s heated gaze at my exposed cleavage.

I grinned, amused and leaned forward, kissing Hunter’s cheek, “I had fun, sweetie; we should do it again.” Hunter blushed, his cheeks crimson. After giving him a saucy wink, I smirked and finally allowed him to escape.

Once Hunter left, I smiled naughtily, knowing precisely what he would be doing next. I gave him a 5-minute headstart before quietly making my way upstairs and slowly turning the knob on his door. I opened the door just enough to peek in, and sure enough, my son was going at his cock like there was no tomorrow. He had that damn magazine in front of his cock.

He was moaning away; I heard him say, “Oh yeah, oh fuck mom, yeah, do it.” Standing in the hall, imagining what he was thinking, pushed me over the edge. I decided it was time to take some action.

I opened the door and walked right into his room. My son freaked. “Oh shit! Mom! Oh NO!” He quickly closed the magazine and tried to stuff it under his bed.

I could not believe how good his red, wet prick looked. I liked how he didn’t even think of covering up first. All my son was worried about was hiding that magazine, ‘I wonder why!’ I thought.

As Hunter scrambled to hide the magazine, I licked my lips excitedly, eager to finally see my son’s shaft in the flesh. Hunter stared at me, shocked, “Mom, what are you doing in here? You…you should have knocked.”

I grinned, amused and shut the door behind me, “Sorry, sweetie, the door was open, and I heard you moaning. Are you okay?” Hunter blushed, embarrassed, “Uh..yeah, Mom, I’m fine.”

I smirked and slowly sauntered towards my son, enjoying his lustful gaze on my body. I walked up and sat beside him on his bed, “Don’t be embarrassed, son. Every guy masturbates.” I glanced down at his crotch, hoping to see his cock up close, but no luck, so I reached for the picture. “Can I look at this? I want to see what woman had your attention so much.”

He quickly took his hands off his cock and grabbed the magazine out of my hand. “No! Please don’t look at it…there is nobody in there in particular.”

As he moved his hands, I finally got a good look at his cock. Hunter blushed, embarrassed, as he saw me staring at his erect cock. I licked my lips, impressed by his size; his shaft was a solid 8-9 inches long and just as thick as Mike’s.

I grinned and looked up at him with a wink. “Okay, okay, Hunter…I will let it be your fantasy, woman.”

My gaze shifted back to his nice big cock, part of me wanted to bend over right there and slide his prick into my mouth, but I couldn’t do it.

“Stop looking at my dick mom.”

“Why? There is nothing to be embarrassed of; it is a very good size. I think your fantasy woman would be happy with it.” I flashed him a smile.

Hunter blushed, embarrassed, “Uh, Mom, you shouldn’t do this.”

I smirked, amused, enjoying Hunter’s discomfort. “Do what, sweetie? Compliment my son’s nice big cock.” as I said this, my fingers reached out and teased his cock head.

He blushed, eyes going wide in shock, “Mom…”

I grinned, amused, “Judging by your reaction, I’m guessing this is the first time you’ve had a girl touch it.” Hunter blushed and nodded, “Uh, Yeah, Mom.”

I grinned naughtily, enjoying Hunter’s embarrassed expression, “Well, sweetie, you’re a big boy now, and I think you need a woman’s touch.” Hunter’s eyes widened, shocked, his gaze filled with lust and nervousness.

Hunter looked at me, unsure what to say, his gaze filled with nervousness and desire. I grinned and slowly wrapped my slender fingers around Hunter’s thick shaft, “Oooh…Mom!” Hunter moaned.

“Can I jack you off?” I asked my son. Shocked, he just stared at me, but I noticed his cock twitched a bit.

“Mom, wouldn’t that be incest?” Hunter asked nervously.

I acted innocent and responded, “I am a woman; aren’t I attractive?”

Hunter blushed, embarrassed and nodded, “You’re smoking hot, Mom, but…”

I smirked and slowly began stroking his shaft, “Well, you could just pretend I am the woman in that picture. You could just imagine that it is her stroking your cock, couldn’t you?” I saw the lust flash in his eyes and knew I had him.

“Um…I guess so, Mom, if it is okay with you,” Hunter whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

I grinned pleased and tightened my grip, stroking his shaft, “So, we won’t tell anyone, Okay? Right now, I am just your fantasy woman.”

My son said nothing; he just laid back and moaned, enjoying his first handjob. His cock felt so good in my hand, it was so wet and sticky with his pre-cum, and I have never seen that much pre cum on any other man’s cock! I slowly began to stroke it up and down.

My son started to moan, “Ooooh, that feels so good. Yeah, do it faster. You are a perfect mom.”

I sped up, stroking his wet, hard shaft; I loved looking at his cock and seeing his pre-cum oozing. With my other hand, I reached down and fondled his balls. He looked down at his cock, down at his mom’s hands working his balls and prick, and he got a glazed look on his face.

“Are you doing okay, hon? Even though I am your mom, can you picture me as your fantasy woman?”

“Oh yeah…I am not…having a problem. Just don’t stop.” he responded through his heavy breathing, “Faster, please go faster. I am close to cumming.”

“Already? Wow, this woman does make you horny. I am jealous; I wish I could make men cum this fast for me.” I whispered back to him. I used to be a stripper, which my kids didn’t know. It turned me on so much, knowing I was making the guys I danced for hard, and they would be thinking about me when they went home and jacked off or when they were fucking their girlfriends, but this was turning me on, on a much deeper, more lustful level.

It was at this moment that his older brother, Ryan, walked in on us; he came in the door, not realizing what was happening. “Hey, are you done with the magazine…” He stood there stunned, seeing his mom jacking off his brother, her son.

Ryan was frozen in place, his mouth hanging open, shocked as he drank in the sight of his mother with Hunter’s erect shaft in my hand. I smirked, amused, and decided to tease my eldest son. I turned and gave him a casual smile, still stroking my youngest son’s cock, “Oh, so you jack off to that picture as well? I caught your brother jacking off and asked him if he wanted a woman to do it. I said he could pretend I was whoever it was in the picture he was getting himself off to.”

I turned and smiled at Hunter, but he was too high in pure pleasure and lust. I could tell he was getting very close to releasing his load. “Get….the…. fuck….out, Ryan!” Hunter tried to yell.

Ryan didn’t move; he was frozen in place, his eyes locked on my slender fingers stroking Hunter’s wet, hard shaft. I grinned, amused, “Look, Ryan, If you would like, I would be happy to jack you off after I am done with your brother. I’m guessing you can pretend I am the woman in that picture. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Mom.” Ryan stuttered a bit back to me. “Okay, well, take that magazine. and wait for me in your bedroom.” Ryan quickly raced to the bed, grabbed the magazine, and ran to his room.

I returned my attention to my son Hunter and went back to stroking his cock, nice and fast. I could tell my son was ready to cum; his breathing was increasing, and he was moaning and squirming around. My pussy was wet, and I was getting my pleasure; I really wanted my son to lick and suck my pussy right then and there, but I could not bring myself to have him do that; well, not yet.

I got on my knees between my son’s legs and looked right up to his face as I stroked his glistening wet shaft. “Oh yeah, don’t stop, please don’t stop, faster, that’s it, faster. I’m gonna cum, oh I going to cum!” my son was almost shouting out to me.

He would look at me stroking his cock with a lustful glaze that I had never seen in a man before when I was either fucking them, sucking them or giving them a hand job. I leaned closer to the tip of my son’s cock; his cock was just beginning to spit out small spurts of pre-cum and cum. “That’s it, Hunter. You can cum.”

In a very low voice, I said, “Cum for Mom; give Mom all your hot, sticky cum, mi amore.” I was not expecting the geyser of cum that was about to erupt from my son’s shaft.

I was stroking my son’s cock as fast as I could go. My son was moaning that he would cum, and then he yelled out. “Here it cums, Mom, here it cums, I’m… I’m going to cuuuuummmm!” With that, my son’s first spurt of thick, hot cum shot out of his prick and landed on my lower lip and chin.

Instinctively I licked my son’s cum off of my lip; I glanced at him, and he still had his eyes closed. Too bad he missed seeing his mom lick and swallow his cum. I quickly licked the cum off of my chin; my son kept moaning for me, and his cock kept pumping spurt after spurt of salty, hot, white, thick cum out of his shaft.

I counted about six more good-sized spurts of cum! I have never had a man cum for me that much! My son’s cock, stomach and hands were covered with his hot cum. I could not believe how much he had come! And to think, this was all for me, his mom.

“Oh fuck Mom! That was so fucking good.” Hunter moaned.

I grinned at him, “Glad you enjoyed sweetie, that’s the least I can do.” I grabbed some tissues he had on the bed next to him. I cleaned off my son’s cum from his stomach with my free hand as I slowly milked the remaining cum out of his cock, and then I cleaned up his cock”.

As I stood up to head to the bathroom, Hunter looked at my face nervously, “Uhh… Mom. You’ve got some cum on your lips.”

“Thanks, baby,” I said as I scooped up his cum seductively, “Don’t worry, it’s not the first time I’ve had cum on my face.”

I figured that would keep Hunter busy thinking about me while I walked out to the bathroom. I licked my son’s cum off my fingers, enjoying the salty taste of my son’s cum. I grinned, pleased with myself, and after cleaning off Hunter’s cum, I quickly strolled down the hallway and entered Ryan’s room.

Ryan was sitting on his bed nervously, his cock in one hand and the magazine in the other; he was staring at that picture of me, the picture I was not supposed to know about! I grinned, amused and sauntered towards him, “Hey, sweetie, are you ready? I don’t have to jack you off if you don’t want me to.”

“Oh no, Mom, I…I want you to.” Ryan stuttered, his eyes taking in my curves lustfully.

I smiled at him as I took a seat at the edge of the bed beside him, “Are you sure you don’t sound it? Are you sure you can pretend your mother is just one of those women you fantasize about?

I smiled at him, “Are you sure you don’t sound it? Are you sure you can pretend your mother is just one of those women you fantasize about?”

He smiled back at me; I could see him glancing from my picture to looking at my tits and ass. I knew he was thinking about my big tits and juicy ass.

I reached out and placed my fingers around Ryan’s thick shaft; his cock was just about the same size as his brother’s. As I slowly stroked it, allowing his pre-um to coat my fingers, I told him. “You and your brother’s cocks are just as big as your father’s.”

“Really, Mom?” Ryan asked, shocked.

I smiled at him, amused, “Oh yeah, sweetie, Mike’s cock is just as big. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”

Ryan grinned, pleased and lay back, enjoying my attention. “Do… do you like them this… this big, Mom?” As Ryan said this, I could hear the uncertainty and embarrassment in his voice.

I grinned at him and quickened my pace, “Oh yeah, sweetie, nothing stretches a pussy out more than a thick cock. It’s the feeling women crave, and Mike’s and yours and Hunter’s cocks fill the bill.”

Ryan licked his lips lustfully, his gaze fixed on my tits; unlike his brother, he did not lie back and close his eyes. He just stared at my hand going up and down his shaft. I watched him bite his lower lip, moaning. My son started talking, moaning. He would look at my hand and his cock and say, “Faster, oh please, faster. Mmmm, make me cum, Mom.”

“Ryan, are you thinking of that woman in the picture?” I asked teasingly.

He looked at me with the same glazed look, then flashed a glance at my tits, which were bouncing up and down a bit with the motion of my cock stroking. I know my nipples were protruding through my shirt.

“Oh yeah, Mom, I am thinking of her. Just don’t stop…please.”

My elder son did not last as long as well; I could tell he just wanted to cum as quickly as possible. I moved in between his legs; I knew they probably had pictured me between them already. “I am gonna do it! I gonna do it, Mom.”

“Do it? Oh, you mean cum?”

“Yes, I am gonna cum; I can’t hold it!”

“Don’t hold it, Hunter; you can cum for me.” With that, Hunter’s hard shaft released its load. His cock first spurted out a couple of small spurts, I tilted his cock back towards his stomach, and I cupped my hand under it to catch his load. Then this huge spurt of super thick, white, hot cum squirted out of his cock.

It looked like a laser beam of cum; it was long and continuous. Some of it landed on my palm, some on my arm and some on his chest! I could not believe the moan my son let out as he sent this huge load out of his cock; the pleasure must have been incredible; he closed his eyes as he cum.

However, his cock kept working; I leaned down, watching my sons’ eyes; I stuck my tongue out and caught the last few small spurts on my tongue. I quickly swallowed his cum, not being able to enjoy his taste too much.

“Ryan, are you okay?”

Ryan lay there panting, his eyes still closed; he replied, sounding dreamy, almost like he was in another world, “Oh…oh, yes, Mom….it felt so good…I never felt anything that good before.”

I had forgotten to bring some tissue with me, so I used my fingers to scoop up my son’s cum. “I will be right back, Ryan.”

I quickly went into the bathroom and devoured Ryan’s cum. He tasted just as good as my other son. As I swallowed his cum, I could not believe what I had just done, and what really got to me was how much I had enjoyed doing it. I couldn’t believe I gave my son’s handjobs and ate their cum. I knew it was wrong, but I loved it.

I thought, ‘Well, all I did was give them a hand job; it is not like I fucked them. I am not THAT slutty, am I?’.

As I headed back into Ryan’s room, I found them both dressed with the magazine in Hunter’s hand and waiting anxiously for me. I raised an eyebrow, curious, “So boys, did I do good?”

“Holy fuck, mom! That was incredible”, Hunter exclaimed, grinning. Ryan nodded eagerly, “Yeah, Mom, that was the best handjob ever.”

I grinned pleased, “Great, I’m glad you boys enjoyed yourself. So you didn’t mind that your mom gave you a hand job instead of your fantasy woman?” Hunter shook his head eagerly, and Ryan blushed, embarrassed, but nodded shyly.

I smirked, amused, “Great, well, I’ll leave you boys to your fantasies.” As I said this, my gaze drifted to the magazine in Hunter’s hand, and I added, “And boys, remember it is our little secret.”

I smiled at them and turned to walk out. I heard Ryan mutter something to Hunter, but he hushed his older brother. “Shut up, dude. Ask her yourself.”

I paused, curious and turned back to them, smirking amused, “What’s up, boys?”

Ryan blushed, embarrassed, “Uhh… Nothing, Mom.”

Hunter smirked, his gaze darting at my curvy ass appreciatively, “We…we were wondering, Mom…If you could, um, help us again sometimes.” Ryan elbowed Hunter and blushed, embarrassed.

I grinned, amused, “Sure, sweetie, anytime you need me,” as I said this, “Do you boys jack off a lot?”

They both nodded sheepishly, and Hunter replied, “Well… yeah.”

I giggled, amused, “Of course you do. How often do you guys masturbate?” Hunter shrugged, “At least once a day.”

Ryan nodded sheepishly, “Uh, Yeah, Mom.”

I teased them a little by pretending to think about it and then grinned, “Hmm, well, as long as your older sister is not around or nobody else is in the house, and I am not busy…sure. I would be more than happy to.”

They both smiled at me; I smiled back at them and left the room. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was the start of what was to be a long summer of hot, incestuous lust at my house.