She gave Ty an equal amount of time before pulling away. He looked just like a small child does after having their first ice cream. He looked at me and said, “I can see why you’ve been fantasizing about her, damn mom.”
Mom looked toward me with this naughty grin playing on her kiss-swollen lips and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“What exactly happens in these fantasies of yours?” she asked.
I couldn’t speak.
I had just made out with my mother, and I wanted more.
“You always did like having seconds,” she said. “Come on, let your mother take care of you.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. My brain wasn’t functioning, so I completely shut it off and let my instincts take over. I leaned in, parted my yearning lips, and guided my tongue into my mother’s mouth as hers entered mine. I gripped her shoulder and her hand reached into my hair. I shifted forward, pressing my body against hers as our tongues danced in a tango.
I pulled away for only a second and cried out, “Ty, get inside me already.”
Ty got off the couch and I raised my body as he pulled off my skirt. I wasn’t wearing anything under it. I didn’t bother most of the time anymore, since my body was constantly soaking them these days.
Ty pressed up against me and pushed his erect cock into my sex, making me bury my tongue deeper into our mother’s mouth.
I was living the best dream. With my brother’s hard thrusting in and out of my burning puss, and my mother’s tongue playing with mine as it danced and twisted around in my mouth, I was in heaven. I felt my mother’s hands as they dug under my shirt and found their way to my breasts, squeezing them just right. And her fingers played with my nipples, making them as hard as a rock.
She knew what she was doing. And the fact that she was using a few of my dad’s tricks that he used on her, to satisfy me, was hot. And by now, my brother definitely knew every detail of how to satisfy my body.
After a minute, Mom grabbed my hand and guided it up her shirt. Ty and I had talked about this step but hadn’t given each other the okay yet. So I almost pulled my hand away from my mother’s tit, but then stopped myself. Ty was fucking me while I was heavily making out with our mother. It seemed doubtful he would object to me just touching my mother’s breast.
Anything below the waist. That I wouldn’t do without getting the okay from my brother/boyfriend. And mom seemed to understand that without us having to say it because she kept her hands above my waist and didn’t try to guide mine down her pants.
As I played with my mother’s hard nipple with the tip of my finger and stuck my tongue even deeper into my mother’s mouth, Ty started to give it his all, which I had come to learn meant he was close. I was getting there too. I had heard many times that it was rare for a girl to actually finish, but I didn’t believe that. I finished every time. With my old boyfriends, it always happened when I gave into my thoughts and pretended the guy I was fucking was Ty. But I didn’t have to pretend anymore, but I got to fuck my brother every day.
All three of our noises intensified as we were about to release. At that moment, I felt bad for my mother. Ty had my pussy and, in return, I had his dick, but our mom wasn’t getting any action down there. I could only imagine how badly it ached, how deeply she craved to be fucked. But then, her moans suggested I was doing enough to satisfy her for now.
A few more seconds passed before my body exploded, and I felt my brother’s hot cum shoot into me. Ty pulled out of me and I pulled away from our mother.
“Did you finish properly?” I asked her, more than happy to assist if needed.
“Oh yes, honey, thank you. This was wonderful.”
“We should get cleaned up, Ross wanted the four of us to have dinner tonight,” Ty said.
“Just us four?” I asked.
“Yeah, he specifically said Mom and us.”
“That’s odd.”
“I thought so too.”
“Okay. And I have a teenage girl to save my credit card from,” I said, suddenly realizing how badly my sister would throw me into debt.
I stood up from the couch and turned to face my mother and brother. “And just to get this out of the way, Ty, you have my permission anytime you want fuck Mom.”
“You have my permission too,” Ty replied.
Knowing she now had the okay to have sex with us, Mom looked ready for a second round.
But we had to get cleaned up for dinner.
(I’ve grown quite addicted to this story, so I was thinking of turning it into an actual book. I’d only publish it on here as I would never dare to publish it for real. Ha I don’t have that much courage, I almost didn’t post it on here either. It wouldn’t be until after I’ve finished all the remaining parts that I have planned. It would still be just as hot, but more in-depth and longer, and I want to make the twins much younger, I regret making them almost 30 at this point, so I’d change it to them being more like 19 or 20. Let me know your thoughts.)
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