MOM LETS US USE HER

20 April, 2019. Midnight. I had turned eighteen for just a couple of days when, on this warm spring evening, someone knocked on my door. I got up from my desk, where I had been sitting listening to music, and opened the door.

It was Mitch, my older brother, with an excited look on his face.

"Dude, dad just asked me to get you and to go to their bedroom. They have prepared a surprise."

"OK." I said, puzzled. A surprise? What could it be?

I turned off my stereo and followed Mitch up the stairs to the attic where my parents slept. The house was silent except for the creaking stairs under our feet.

"You any idea what it could be?" I asked my brother. He just shrug his shoulders.

"Dunno."

At the top of the stairs, there was a little hall before you entered into my parents' room. We found dad standing there in front of the door. He did not seem to be fully at ease, but it was hard to tell as it was quite dark here. I swore he had a smirk on his face.

"What's up, dad?" I asked, curious about what they might have in stall. "What kind of surprise do you have? It's already been my birthday, you know!"

"Yeah, what you got in there, old man?" Mitch asked, pointing to closed door behind which the bedroom lay hidden.

"You'll see in a bit." dad answered with a grin, looking us both in the face. "I am sure you boys will be happy with it."

I looked at Mitch, but he seemed just as ignorant about what would happen as I was.

Silence fell as dad looked for the right words. Which he couldn't straight away.

"OK, can we have a look, then?" Mitch asked impatiently. "We'd like to know what's up..."

Dad scratched the back of his head. "Ok, let me prepare you bit." He cleared his throat. "This night... you boys can use your mother."

"Use her?" I asked. "For what?"

"Yeah." dad answered. "You see... Well..."

Mitch and I looked at one another puzzled.

Dad continued. "Two things have come together. First, well, after my operation of last year I have suffered from erectile malfunctioning..."

Was he just admitting this out of the blue to us? Dad never talked about his sex life... I got an uneasy feeling as I connected the dots. Use mom...?

"... meaning I can't get it up. Which has been rough for me but also for your mother, who has quite a libido."

"TMI!" Mitch mumbled.

"... so, lets just say she needs this. A lot." Dad continued, as he looked to the floor, embarrassed. "And the other thing is that this week, I have been updating the internet router. This apparently had been tracking your search histories."

A shock cold as ice ran through my body. My God... Did dad know that I had watched those taboo video's? I had taken care to delete my history, but I hadn't thought that the router saved it too... Nervously I glanced at Mitch, as I felt so exposed. The similarly nervous glance he threw at me betrayed that he too must have watched similar videos.

"So your mom and I thought: 'one and one is two.' I'd prefer it to be you who fulfill her needs rather than some stranger, and I am sure you two will enjoy this..."

"Relieve mom's needs?" I asked. "Dad, are your for real? What is this?"

"Yeah, she is ready for you boys." Dad pointed to the room behind him. "I realize that all this is kind of awkward. I fully understand that." Well, that was a euphemism if I ever heard any. My parents had just figured that my brother and I were depraved enough to fuck our mother. Surely, that was a big mistake! But why did I feel a pulse starting in my crotch? Dad continued his instructions to us. "There are three rules. To make it easier on you and your mom. First, don't talk about this to anyone. Obviously, it would be quite a disaster if this news reaches beyond this family. Second, mom will not speak to you as you two... have your way with her. This will all be as physical as possible. Let's just reduce it to the bodily act of responding to her and your needs. Third, after you're done, just go back to your rooms without a word... I mean, this isn't some romantic night out or anything. It is just to give your mother what she lacks, okay?"

I heard Mitch swallow nervously. "So, you are saying we will have sex with mom?"

Dad nodded. "She is waiting for you, boys. You can do what you want with her. But your mom would really appreciated if, well, you'd at least penetrate her too. That's what she really misses." Mid-sentence dad stumbled over his words. Apparently this all had been really painful for him. As we hadn't lit any lights, I still couldn't discern his face, but I was sure that I would have seen a mix of worry and shame. "And if she likes what you have done to her, perhaps we can do this more often." Dad opened the door. "Now get in there!"

In the room, some small lights were turned on, which gave it a nice and warm atmosphere. My parents' room had thick red curtains, a grey carpet and a big, square bed in the middle of the room. In the middle of the bed, the first thing we saw was mom.

Like a dog, she sat on her knees with her ass in our direction, which she held perked high into the air. It looked enormous and fleshy. Mom rested on her elbows and had her face pushed into a pillow. A red night gown barely covered her ass cheeks, and Mitch and I could both see mom's milk white thighs, under which she wore no shoes, so that we could see her two feet with their toes pressed into the mattress.

"Fuck me..." Mitch whispered, as we heard the door close behind us with dad going down the stairs. "What is going on?"

I couldn't possibly tell him. That my parents had concocted this strange plan was beyond me.

"We should get out of here." I whispered in return. "This is too weird."

"Yeah, bro." Mitch answered, but we both remained standing a few feet away from our mother, who was basically offering her body to us. It was clear that she did not want to have any form of communication with us, so deeply had she hidden her face into the pile of pillows that lay in front of her. Her underarms rested besides her head, and I saw that mom had put on nail polish in a red color to match her night gown. Her posture indicated, like dad had said, that this was to be a purely physical act.

We were afraid to talk at first, because it felt so super weird that mom was listening to us but not responding. What could we say to one another? We hadn't left, that wasn't a good sign. I, of course, did not feel any temptation, but I would have to stay for Mitch. To make sure he wouldn't do anything stupid.

I received many a nervous glance from my older brother as we watched mom's shoulder go up and down slightly under her relaxed breathing. Mitch started to walk around the bed. "Bro, mom is really hiding her face from us." It was an awfully stupid thing to say, as this was obvious from the beginning. But I felt glad that he had at least said anything at all.

"I know." I replied. "I think that is because this was to be nothing personal, just physical." Just keep on producing words. That will make it all less strange. It was as if Mitch and I were chasing away a fear of ghosts, to see if they would respond if we spoke out loud. Feeling more at ease by the sound of our own voices. Once we were certain that mom did not react to what we said, slowly relaxed. As if we could speak about her in whatever way we wanted.

I also walked around mom. From the side I could see her large breasts hanging in her night gown. Through the arm hole I could even see the side of one of them, a big, beautiful, meaty globe. To think that I could just touch it. I mean, mom had approved. We could use her, right? I couldn't hold my thoughts back any longer and fantasies of touching mom's body rushed through my mind. My dick started to swell into a full erection as I walked around mom further. From here I could see her arched back, her spine slightly visible through the gown, which ended up there in her bottom that was presented to us to be used.

I noticed that Mitch as well seemed to get excited. He was my older brother, I figured, so he should indicate what we should do. I wouldn't be the first to touch mom, so I just waited as we paced around the bed like hungry animals.

"Bro." Mitch gestured to me and we went into the corner of a room to have a chat on what to do. "Don't judge me, okay, but I think that it wouldn't hurt to just have a look at mom's body." His face flushed red out of shame. But as soon as I had nodded, he cooled down again.

"Yes, I think that wouldn't hurt anyone, right?"

"Have you ever, you know, seen a real vagina?" Mitch whispered excited. "I mean, I haven't. And this is a good chance right. I mean, just for educational purposes. For when we get girl friends."

We agreed that he would be the one the lift mom's gown over her ass, so that her pussy would be exposed for both of us. When we neared the bed, I saw that Mitch got really quite nervous. What we were about to do was crossing a line, that was sure. It was easier for me, who could just shed off the responsibility as the younger brother.

Mitch stood behind mom, right next to the bed. With stretched arms he reached mom's gown and really carefully lifted it. First, we could see mom's ass appear above her thighs. I heard Mitch breathe loudly because of the beautiful sight. Her ass was multiple handfuls of loving mother meat. It was firm but wide, just like her hips, which gave mom a proper hourglass figure. And then, the holiest of holiest was revealed. Between mom's upper legs, and of a slightly darker, pink color, was mom's vagina. Its lips hung slightly open, although it still looked really tight. Mom hadn't shaven, and tiny pubic hairs perked up along its sides. It was lubricated with mom's wetness already. Apparently she really did enjoyed this.

As Mitch gently placed her gown over her hips, to leave her ass exposed, we both stared in silence at what we were seeing. The hole that had birthed us. Mom's cunt right under her naked ass. This was our mother, who always so joyfully made our breakfast, who bought us presents for our birthdays, who was a loving wife to dad. And now she was exposed to us like a piece of meat. We were looking at her most private parts, that no son should see, and I realized that I was getting really horny.

My hand slid into my pants. I just couldn't stop it. I didn't care if Mitch saw me touch myself over mom, this was more than I could handle. My God. I looked at mom's juicy pussy, which glistened in the soft light, and imagined how good it would be to be in there. I started massaging the knob of my dick, which generously leaked precum to make my cock all slippery. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that Mitch had caught me playing with myself. Even without looking at him, I realized that his eyes widened out of shock, but I couldn't care less. I just had to cum. I mean, look at that. Above mom's pussy there was her tiny, tight ass hole gaping at us. We saw everything of her. I started jerking faster.

"So wrong, dude." Mitch said, looking at me, but it didn't sound as if he could muster the strength to really morally judge me. Worse, he pretty quickly turned to mom and started to touch her calves. Mom didn't give an inch as Mitch's hands started to massage her legs.

"Wow, feel this, she's so soft." he remarked. With my free hand, I touched mom's leg, while I pumped my dick with my other. It felt so good and it felt so bad at the same time. Mom's smooth skin indicated that she had shaved her legs especially to look good for us. I started kneading her right calf, which made me even more excited. Mom felt so soft and firm at the same time. I was really touching her, I told myself, I was touching my mother while stroking my cock. Precum oozed out of me as I realized what boundaries I was crossing.

Meanwhile Mitch seemed to lose control too. His hands had started to move up to mom's upper legs, as he himself also crawled onto bed. With one hand per leg, he massaged mom's wide legs, kneading her, driving his fingers into her. "Wow, bro. You should feel this. These legs are amazing." But I was too occupied with mom's lower legs. My hand slid down towards her feet and gently touched them. It felt strange to touch mom's foot, which weirdly felt more intimate than I had ever been with her. A slight layer of callus under her foot made it feel rougher than her leg, but somehow this made me even more excited.

When I looked up, I saw how Mitch had moved his hands to mom's ass. Well, that hadn't taken us more than ten minutes. His strong hands massaged it, pushing her cheeks together and then apart again. Squeezing it and then letting his hands slide over it. "Fuck. Fuck." I heard him whimper. He looked over his shoulder to see me sitting on the floor, so close to mom's feet. "I think... I think I want to do this." Mitch whispered. I just nodded. I knew what he meant. And I wanted it too.

I watched intently as Mitch let one of his hands rest on mom's delicious ass, whilst the other slowly slid towards her pussy. Soon Mitch's finger tip reached the part closest to mom's ass hole and he carefully kept it there for a while. Then, slowly, slowly, his finger started to move over the length of her slit. Mitch was breathing audible, as his finger made soft wet sounds due to mom's pussy juice. "It is so soft..." he whimpered, as if he were describing a dessert he was eating instead of the twat of his own mother who could hear everything he said. "It feels so amazing."

Then his finger drove into mom's pussy, and out again. When I looked up I saw how Mitch's eyes were bulging in delight. Soppy sounds filled the room. In. And out. In. And out. I was still jerking myself off, and this made me go crazy. As I saw Mitch lean into mom's cunt to watch up close what he was doing, I also bent forward and started smelling mom's foot. A slight, salt smell filled my nostrils as I jerked faster and faster. Fuck. I had to taste her. My tongue slid over mom's foot. Its rough surface felt weird against my tongue, but that sensation drove me further over the edge. I didn't know what I was doing anymore. My tongue licked mom where ever it could: along her heel, between her toes, I just wanted her taste deeper in my mouth. With great self-restraint I managed to stop masturbating. Panting I hang above mom's foot, which was now wet with my drool. I realized that I did not want to come like this. Mom's cunt was there to be fucked. I wanted to come inside of her.

Wet sopping noises came from the bed. Mitch was licking mom's pussy. His head was pressed tightly against mom's ass, and I guessed his tongue must be buried deep inside of her. Frantically, his hands were placed all over her legs and ass. Mitch hummed as his tongue flopped in and out of our mother. He looked to me, his face covered with saliva and fuck juice. "Oh, bro." he said, when he finally managed to catch his breath. "This taste is the best."

I got next to him on the bed and watched as he placed two fingers on mom's pussy to spread it open. We both looked closely inside the velvet tunnel of flesh that opened in front of us. As Mitch held mom's pussy lips like this, I let one finger enter her pussy. It felt so warm and soft. Much smoother than I had guessed. "Wow." I exhaled. Mitch laughed. "Told you, right? Come on, taste it! Give it a kiss." He moved his hands away, as I placed my lips against my mom's. Her labia felt so flabby in my mouth, and her taste was amazing. Somewhere between sweet and savory, with a tinge of sour. My tongue massaged mom's labia in a passionate kiss. I had trouble letting go, but Mitch tapped my shoulder soon. He wanted a turn too.

While Mitch was french kissing mom's pussy, I took my shirt off and threw it in a corner of the room. Then I unclasped by belt, zipped open my zipper, and let my pants slide down to my knees. Soft wet sounds emerged from where Mitch's tongue met the vagina of our mother. Gently I pushed him on the shoulder. He got out of the way as he realized what I was about to do. I grabbed mom's hips firmly, enjoying the sensation of holding her naked skin like this. "Her ass is amazing." I moaned to Mitch. "I am going to fuck her, Mitch. I will fuck our mother." He just nodded. In one flowing motion, I took off my shorts and my red dick sprang out. It was so ready for action. Precum hung in strands from my cock as I positioned it in front of mom's fuck hole.

I do not know how to describe the feeling when the tip of my cock slightly touched mom's pussy. I felt it in my whole body. Her soft skin against that most sensitive of my organs. Her wetness against mine. I looked down to see my cock disappear under mom's firm buttocks, into the pink velvet of her stretched vagina. This was it. I pushed forward. My dick slithered against mom's labia, until it suddenly popped into her vaginal entrance. Holy bliss. Mom's warmth surrounded me. I almost choked out of excitement. The further I pushed, the intenser the feeling became.

In front of me sat mom, bent over like a dog in heat to be fucked by us. Her hair lay spread out over the pillows, above her beautiful shoulders which were exposed to me. I realized intensely that this was my mother who I was fucking now. The first woman I had been in with my cock. I looked down and saw that my cock almost entirely had disappeared into mom. I pushed a bit further still, as I felt mom's vagina engulf me completely. I moaned loudly, not being in control of myself, before I managed to start rocking my hips slowly.

"How is it?" Mitch demanded to know. "Is it good?"

"Aaaaaah. Uuuunng." I could just exclaim, like some wild beast. My fingers drove into mom's thighs as I held her harder. Her convulsing pussy stimulated my dick so much when I pulled back. Grunting I pushed back again, as I felt how my foreskin was being moved back by mom's insides. I almost fainted due to the intensity of this feeling. I started moving my hips faster. A sinful cadence started to form, when I felt mom's body responding to mine. Back and forth. Back and forth. With an animal sound, I thrust my pelvis forward as hard as I could. Mom's ass quaked under the impact, which satisfied me a great deal. Once more I fucked her as hard as I could. And once more. And once more. I started speeding up faster and faster, while mom just lay there as an object to be used by me.

"Aaah, I am using her, Mitch. We can fucking do what we want with her." When I heard the flapping sound of my balls slamming into mom's ass, I got even more excited. Faster. Faster. My cock was on fire. I was inside mom's pussy. I was fucking a woman. I was fucking mom. Wow. I felt my orgasm approaching faster than I had hoped. The entire weight of mom's body was shook by my thrusts. It felt so hot to feel her move under the impact of me fucking her. Her big breasts heaved on the force of my movement, swaying back and forth. Before I released my cum, I groped them. The first tits I ever held. Two big meaty globes in both my hands. Even through the night gown they felt amazing. I felt the impetus of my thrusts reflected in the big mass of mom's tits, and I got even hornier than I already was when I felt two nipples prick into the palms of my hands. "Aaah. Aaah. Aah." I was panting so hard now. "I am cumming."

And I came. Bliss! Heaven! My whole body spasmed as huge quantities of jizz were shot into mom's pussy. My hand squeezed her tits firmly, and I was sure to even hear mom moan into the pillow. My pelvis pushed hard against her ass and I almost folded double over her. Streams of cum immediately leaked out of her vagina, past my dick which was still swollen inside mom. I just had to stay like that for a while, grasping for air. Steadily, cum dribbled out of mom along the shaft of my cock until, groaning, I let it slip out of her and watched as the white of my cum contrasted with her puffy, red labia. My cum got into her pubic hairs, forming small droplets. I had completely splashed mom's vagina.While I lay sat on the edge of the bed, Mitch did not waste a second to follow my lead. He had already taken off his pants as I was fucking mom. Now he got behind her, and without as much as blinking, fucked her hard. He groped her tits roughly and drove his cock in and out of her. Mom's ass cheeks vibrated under the force she had unleashed in her son. Mitch fucked her even faster than I had done. "O God." he screamed. "Yes!" With one hand he now grabbed mom's hair and gathered it into a pony tail that he wrapped around his hands. He pulled it taut to fuck her even more forcefully, using mom's hair to pull himself further towards her. Still, mom kept her head down, even down her whole body shook under the power with which she was fucked. We did hear her whimper rhythmically now. Every thrust a high pitched moan escaped from the pillow in which she pushed her head. It still felt detached, as if her body belonged to us rather than to her.

"Be gentle to her!" I warned Mitch. But he was too far out. He smacked her ass hard, which made it tremble as if he hit a pudding. A red spot appeared on it, as her meaty bottom quaked up and down, up and down under the pressure of Mitch's fucking. With a primal scream, Mitch also unloaded his cum into his own mother, just as I had done minutes ago. Streams of cum flowed out of mom's vagina, along her legs, onto the mattress. A small puddle of cum gathered under her pussy, which now looked all red and swollen.

We both needed to lie down for a quarter of an hour to come to our senses. I thought that a terrible shame would come over me. But nothing of the such. We lay close enough to mom's pussy to smell its musky smell. It still looked so fuckable, all coated and juiced in our semen.

Again, I was the first to give in, once more. In utter shamelessness, I crawled between mom's legs again. I bent over to get my face closer to her pussy. I inhaled deeply. The smell of our salty cum was mixed with mom's earthly, deep flavor, which completely undescribable. Mom's pussy was still so swollen, her clit was visible from here as a bulging knob. My hand intuitively reached for it and started to massage it. I heard mom whimper softly into the pillow, which was almost unreal for me. It was as if her body had become an object for us to use. Hearing mom moan made me realize that it was really her. But this only fully unleashed another round of lust.

I placed my hands on her ass and just drove my face into mom's wet pussy. Her big ass completely smothered me, as I pressed my nose into the anus of my own mother, while I stuck my tongue out to lick her pussy. Wet warmth surrounded me fully. I tasted mom's lustful juices, I tasted my own cum and that of my brother. It stuck on my face, making it wet and sticky. Then I pressed my tongue deep into her, and made it go in circles inside of her vagina. I was so close to mom. There was nothing more intimate than this. My cock was rock hard again as I leaned back to breath, my face entirely covered with our sex juices.

Like a maniac I rushed to get into position once more. My cock found its way more easily this time, as my hands grabbed mom's soft belly. I was, perhaps, even rougher than Mitch had been, losing all control. My fingers grabbed mom's night gown firmly and started to tear its fabric. Soon it ripped and I shred it open, so that mom's big tits rolled out of it. Mom's body was now only covered by the shreds of her gown. I saw that Mitch had started to masturbate looking at mom's wagging tits, which were propelled by my hard thrusts.

Although my cock was a bit sore from the last time, it still felt so good to use mom's body like this. Like Mitch had done, I smacked mom's ass and enjoyed watching it tremble under my hands. She was such a good fuck, I thought. What a great body.

Meanwhile, Mitch crawled under mom, with his face turned up. At first I wanted to protest, as it was weird to have him this close as I was having sex. But then I saw that he lay there to have mom's swaying tits brush his face. Her stiff nipples tickled his cheeks and he opened his mouth to try and suck them in. It looked so obscene to see Mitch lying there, way beyond any shame, jerking off his red, swollen cock. Finally, he managed to get a nipple in his mouth, so that one of mom's boobs was hindered to swing freely. Still I could see the motion of its flesh every time I bumped into mom's sweet pussy.

We were one big sex machine. I had pleasures I never even knew existed. When I felt my orgasm coming, I had the strength to pull my cock out. I had prepared this. I had fantasized about this so many times. Holding my dick in my hand, I jerked two times, to then unleash with great force another orgasm. Cum sprayed out of my piss hole all over mom's back and ass. I shot hard, so that bits even ended up in her hair. I moaned, panted, and with effort managed to shoot one more load of cum onto mom's ass cheeks. Parts of it were now splattered with a coat of sticky white cum. In ecstacy, I rolled over again.

Mitch had gotten up from under mom's tits and now sat next to her head, which she still bravely held pushed into the pillow. With one hand he grabbed one of her tits, while with his other he wildly jerked off his giant dick. It was pointed to the back of her head, ready to spray cum all in mom's hair, among the bits that were already there from my orgasm. He kneaded her big tit like it was a lump of dough, while he grunted and moaned deeply. In no time, he started to shake and a huge load shot from his dick. A first strand of cum shot up high, to land with a splat on a part of mom's neck that lay exposed. Another strand followed, to spatter into her blonde hairs, getting them all sticky. With a final moan, Mitch made a strand of cum drip just behind mom's ears onto the pillows.

With what I had left in me, I felt compelled to follow his example. With one hand, I held a strand of mom's gluey, cum drenched hair and started to jerk off with the other. When I looked down at mom's body, with my cum all over her butt and back, with her night gown torn to pieces under the force of our lust, I couldn't hold back. Another, final shot of cum fired from my dick onto mom's head. Her hair looked as wet as if she'd been out in the rain.

Mitch and I silently got dressed again. One last glance at mom filled me both with shame and with further lust. She still sat there, silently, her ass pushed into the air. Cum stains had formed on her legs, whereas my drool had made the mattress wet around her right foot. Between her legs, I still saw our cum spread out across her labia. My brother and I had ravished her. We had completely let ourselves go.

You might imagine how uneasy it was to meet mom at the breakfast table the next morning. But she was shining more than ever. And the wink she gave me and my brother when she made us an omelet was more than telling. "To restore your proteins." she said. "God knows you will need them."Weeks went by after our moment of absolute transgression with mom. Although mom at first did make allusions to it occasionally, they soon stopped, and our debauchery started to feel more and more like a distant memory. College started, and I was home less often.

I was both relieved and let down by this turn of events. Relieved, as I had started feeling shy around the girls at college, I somehow felt like they could see through me and peek right at my secrets as if I was a glass cupboard. The longer the time between me and my sexual acts with mom, the easier I started to feel again. But I was also let down, as mom had so clearly hinted that more was to follow. Many nights I lay in bed, staring hard at the ceiling, hoping that the door would open and mom would enter and the dream would continue.

My brother Mitch and I hardly spoke about it at all either, with time passing it felt harder to bring the subject up. I think he, as well, had mixed feelings about how we had behaved. It was shocking to remember how we had let ourselves go, how nothing but a thin veil seemed to be draped over primal lusts that knew of no limitations. However, after three months or so, I was almost certain that everything had just been a dream - a good and a bad one.

Later I would learn that mom and dad had taken these months to discuss what to do next. Mom would tell me at some stage that she had never been as aroused as when we took her, which had made dad jealous when she had accidentally told him so. He had at least hoped that their sex life of before his impotence had been of some value to her. Mom tried to convince him that it had been, but she felt torn: she wanted to let us have our way with her again, but she could not bring it up as long as dad was feeling insecure.

Moreover, as time passed, the whole thing had started to feel like a fluke to her, a slip of reason. Mom would tell me that she had felt so guilty for letting go, that it felt insane for a while to even look back upon it. We had been living too closely together, she would explain, which had led to the crossing of certain boundaries. On top of all this, dad was having severe anxiety attacks at the moment when he had decided to push mom to offer herself to us earlier. He had been going through a rough time at work, and somehow had given into humiliating himself as a way to cope with the stress. People work in mysterious ways.

Even though mom would explain all this to me, months later, I was not fully convinced. It did not explain why she had agreed to let us use her as we had done. I still do not know fully what drove her towards this act, although over time I have developed some theories. But I will get to that later.

For now, we did not know at all that mom and dad had these struggles at the time, but looking back, it did show in dad being away from home much more often than before. He took every chance to go on business trips, he went out to do sports every evening in the nearby park. We could watch him run rounds around the pond from our bedroom windows. Going in the same old circles. Again and again.

Mitch and I at first lingered around the house, hoping that mom would invite us into her bed room, but she kept a straight spine and stayed true to dad. She did not even as much as flirt with us: without dad's permission to engage in any further acts of debauchery, she wanted to remain his faithful wife. We could tell, however, that it took a toll on their relation. Mom looked less lively, dad was barely at home.

After these three months, in the warm summer of 2019, however, something changed. I remember going to the kitchen and finding mom singing again. When I sat down at the breakfast table, she playfully touched our shoulders when she put the pancakes she had made freshly on our plates. I saw her red nails resting on my shirt, as she gently squeezed my shoulder.

I was surprised because mom had not made us breakfast for quite a while. I mean, my brother and I were grown-ups, so there was no need really. That day, in the way mom's hand rested on my shoulder a tiny bit too long, I realized that change was coming. I felt shivers throughout my spine.

It was on a Saturday in July. My brother was home for the weekend, and we had watched a movie together with the family the night before. When we went to sleep, I already felt like something would change the day after. Mom stared at us a bit too intensely. I woke early the next day, when I heard the front door slamming. Through the small window of my attic room, I saw dad's car leaving. Why was he going away that early on a Saturday? His small Ford rattled through the street and turned the corner.

Rubbing my eyes, I went downstairs in my pajamas. The radio was softly playing some pop song from the eighties in the kitchen, which I heard through the door to living room already. I opened it. The table in the living room was already laid, with delicious marmalade and whipped cream. I did not see any bread or buns, so I thought to go to the kitchen to get the oven to the right temperature from some fresh bread. As no one greeted me, for a moment I thought I was the first to get up after dad, but I then froze in my movements. There was mom.

She was sitting on one of the green plastic kitchen chairs, which was placed in the middle of the small kitchen adjacent to the living room. The small table that was usually here was removed, and the kitchen looked quite empty like this, with just mom sitting in the middle. Besides her chair, there were two sturdy wooden boxes, which I had never seen before. I had trouble taking it all in.

"You okay, mom?" I asked, still rubbing my eyes as I had just come out of bed. Mom did not reply. Once I got closer and my eyes were used to the morning light, I saw that she was wearing a black satin blind fold. Her hands were behind her back. My heart skipped a beat. Was this the moment that our adventure of last time would continue?

As I approached, I noticed that mom was breathing deeply as she heard me approaching. She clearly was excited but tried not show. On her chest, on her white cotton blouse, there was attached a small piece of paper with a paper clip.

"Mom?"

I came even closer, and bent forward to read it. I took off the paper clip, touching mom's breast through her blouse with my finger tips in doing so. The note said, in what I recognized to be mom's curly handwriting:

"use my face however you two like. touch me where you want. just leave the blindfold on. remember the rules. x mom."

I felt my cock twitching immediately. Was this what I had been hoping for or what I had been fearing? I felt torn between walking out of here, not repeating what we had done, and doing precisely that. I simply stood there looking at mom for a while, feeling my breath speed up, as my body seemed to have made its choice as to what it would like to do.

About ten minutes later, I heard Mitch come down.

"Yo, bro. Where are dad and mom..."

His sentence broke off in the middle when he lay eyes on our mother, sitting in the kitchen.

"What the..." he murmured, to walk past me and around mom. I saw that he only wore a jogging trousers, not even a shirt. His eyes were opened widely, taking everything in. "Dude, her wrists are all tied up. Is this okay?"

I showed him the note I had found.

"Oh, my god." Mitch said over and over again, reading it. Then he looked up at me. From under his long hair, his blue eyes twinkled naughtily. He did not say anything, but I knew what that stare meant. Still, we remained in silence and both returned our gazes to mom.

In the morning light, everything was so rudely visible, providing us no shade to hide our desires. There were the crumbs on the kitchen counter, the black and white cups in the cupboard, the chairs chaotically moved to the living room. It was as if we saw all the traces of past, everyday actions, that had frozen in time. The coffee powder next to the machine led me to imagine how mom must have made herself a cup of coffee just before we came in, the chairs that she had simply pushed aside showed a certain hurry or urgency in her actions.

Now she sat there. A black satin blindfold of her eyes. Her lips painted a purplish red, its gloss reflecting the sun rays through the blinds of the kitchen window. Through her cotton blouse, I could make out the black of her bra, dotted with small red spots, which I knew to be tiny hearts - I was slightly too familiar, perhaps, with the look of mom's bra's. I had never been able to neglect them lying around in the bath room after our adventure with mom three months before.

Mom breathed heavily, her heavy chest rising and falling slowly, as if she were using all her efforts to constrain herself and her nerves about what she thought would be happening. We looked at her. Sensing her anticipation of us touching her started to make us want to touch her. Her vulnerability in this position called us forth to make use of her, whether we would have done so otherwise or not. Everything in this context pushed us into the role of predators, even if we might have been meek as rabbits before we stepped into the kitchen. Mom expected us to approach her and her expectations would lead to this approach. We felt it happening.

Mitch sighed deeply and bent forward, resting his hands on his knees, as if he had just received a blow to his stomach. "What do you say, Kyle?" he asked. "What do you say?"

I just shook my head.

"She wants it... Do we want it?" Mitch looked at me again, his eyes more serious this time.

I looked at mom, her tight, light blue jeans stretched around her impressive legs. Her upright posture seemed to press her breasts into our direction.

"I... I can't do it, I think. Not in this light. Not in this clear state of mind." I replied.

Mitch nodded and seemed to be thinking the same. It was really strange to be in front of our mother like this, so close to her in this state, speaking about her as if she was not here. Even after our adventure with her, there had been a huge disconnect between her as a person and her as the woman we had fucked.

"This is all so weird, man..." Mitch yelled and awkwardly slapped his legs, as if he had just heard a great joke. I didn't laugh. The pop song kept playing in the background, which made the silence that fell between us feel even deeper.

"I know..." I said, and I managed to swallow away some of the tension. My dick pressed against the leg of my trousers, and I hoped Mitch wouldn't see how hot I already was. "We should not do this. Let's untie her and just have breakfast, Mitch."

But, then, Mitch took a step towards her. He bent forward, moving his face towards mom's. My heart skipped a beat. Mitch looked like a hungry animal about to devour his prey. However, when he was close to mom's face, framed with blonde curls that twisted over her blind fold, he suddenly stopped. He appeared to be sniffing. He returned to his upright position.

"She... is wearing her perfume. You know that deep, flowery one?"

I knew what he meant. It was the smell of summer holidays. The smell of comfort when one of us fell when we were kissed and were pressed against mom's warm body. It was the smell of my parents' bedroom. It was one hundred percent mom.

"I... She is our mother. Seeing her like this... It is impossible..." Mitch swallowed, visibly distressed.

"So, once more: shall we just release her and walk away from this?" I tried. "We still have the freedom to say 'no'!" The moment I said it, I knew that I had started to hope that Mitch would take initiative. I was already lost in desire.

Mitch did not reply for a while. Then he walked into the living room and returned with the whipped cream and the strawberry marmalade.

"I have an idea... Maybe we can just play around a bit and see where we end, okay? Nothing needs to happen."

Mom was almost panting now out of excitement. We tried to ignore it, but seeing her chest go up and down increased the tension in the situation. We felt like ropes stretched over an abyss - about to snap.

Mitch unscrewed the lid of the marmalade and put his finger in. Awkwardly he walked towards mom, and gently touched her cheek, where a tuft of marmalade stuck as if he were finger painting. He then turned towards me.

"Lick it." he said. "Lick it off." And in his eyes there was a mix of lust and agony, the same I think he would see in mine.

I laughed, pretending to be thinking that he was making a joke. But, clearly, he was not. Mitch kept staring at me, with a devious twinkle in his eye.

Before I knew what I was doing, I felt myself walking up towards mom. It felt like there were heavy stones in my stomach, slowing my movements. I almost could envision myself as seen from behind, walking up towards my own mother. She - dressed in a fancy cotton blouse. Me - in sleazy pajama trousers and a black shirt with folds.

I bent forward. I smelled her perfume, which I remembered that I had actually bought for her again last Christmas: Eternity by Calvin Klein. I could just see the bottle standing there in our bath room, which mom must have put on this morning to be attractive for us. For a I moment I imagined how she must have felt, spraying the perfume on her neck in the anticipation of her sons using her body again. Had she hesitated? Or was this something she longed for as much as we had?

I leaned on the chair with my wrists, pushing my face forward even further. The warmth of mom's body greeted me, welcomed me. My mouth was inches from her cheeks. I saw ever so tiny hairs on her face in the bright light, as of a peach. My mental schemas collided. I had only approached mom like this to kiss her goodbye, or when it was her birth day, or when I had hugged her when I had been younger. Now, this schema mixed with the times I had approached girls to kiss them when going out. The two did not go together, and I had to make a mental effort to stick my tongue out, to taste her, to lick her cheek.

I felt my breath condensing on mom's cheek, so close was I now. Then I gently held her by her right shoulder, while I let the surface of my tongue meet her pliant cheek. The strawberry marmalade mixed with a bitter tinge of the make up mom was wearing, as I let the tip of my tongue slide over mom's cheek, lapping up the sweet sticky marmalade. My nose was close to her ear, softly pressing against her temple under the blind fold, while I sniffed and smelled mom's perfume mixed with her shampoo. I stayed like this for a while, before I leaned back. Mitch was looking at me with large eyes, both shocked and excited about what we were doing.

"Your turn." he said, and handed me the marmalade.

I dipped my finger in the jar, and scooped up a teaspoon full of marmalade. Again, I leaned towards mom, gently pressing my finger against the soft cushions of her luscious lips. I felt the tip of her tongue as I softly pressed them apart, for a moment revealing the insides of her lips that were slightly more red and warm. Her cheek was still glistening with my spit.

Mitch gulped, as he took my place. "This feels intense." he just remarked. Then he leaned in for the kiss. I saw his back arching, his muscles tensing, as he lowered himself to be face to face with mom. He had the same hesitation as I had had, before he pushed his face forwards and pushed his lips against mom. At first I thought he was just subtly licking the marmalade off of mom's lips, but he lingered longer. I started to hear smacking sounds, and when I took a step to the side, I saw that Mitch had pushed his tongue into mom's mouth. Mom had opened her mouth slightly, letting Mitch's tongue circle over hers, which she seemed to keep still in her mouth. Mitch moaned like a horny dog.

After he was done, a thread of spit connected his and mom's mouth before it slowly became thinner and thinner and then slung itself back to mom's face, where it landed on her chin. Mom's chest was now moving up and down quickly.

"Wow..." Mitch said as he wiped the marmalade of his own lips. "That was... You should try it.... Actually, wait..."

He took a spoon out of a kitchen drawer, and filled it with the whipped cream. Then, he shook it off the spoon and part of the cream landed on mom's chin, the rest on her neck. He repeated the movement, with now some cream seeping into mom's subtle cleavage above her cotton blouse.

"Go for it..." he whispered.

Before long, I approached mom again. This time, I felt more secure. I pressed my lips against her. First, gently. I had kissed her before like this, this meant nothing yet. But then I felt mom's tongue very softly, very tentatively stick out between her lips. It sent electrical shocks through me. Even last time we had not done this . I pushed my tongue back, swirling it around hers, which she now held still after she had baited me. I was kissing mom, this was my mother's mouth!

The thought drove me crazy. I felt our noses press against one another, I felt her breasts squeezed into my torso as I tried to get closer to her. I felt her breath move past my cheek. Then, I pulled my tongue out of her mouth, and started to lap up the cream on her chin. With uncontrolled movements of my tongue, I completely cleaned her. I licked her cheeks, feeling the tiny, tiny blonde hairs against the surface of my tongue. Then I went lower, where the taste of perfume mingled strongly with that of whipped cream. Lower still, as I frantically groped mom's shoulders trying to find some hold, perhaps to get a hold of myself. But I was beyond control, and I went lower and lower still, now sliding my tongue against mom's pronounced collar bone, before I allowed myself to stick my tongue between her two warm, fat breasts to gobble up all the cream that had leaked there.

I was panting. Mom was panting. Mitch was panting. We all knew that there was no going back now, and that thought, as by telepathy, seemed to make something snap in all of us. Mitch used the spoon to leak new clots of cream onto mom's shirt, then using his hands from behind me to knead her large breasts right in front of my face. Meanwhile, I returned to licking mom's chin, again exploring her mouth. When I gasped for air, Mitch used the opportunity to fill my mouth with a huge spoonful of marmalade. I again leaned forward and exchanged it in a long and passionate kiss with mom, parts of it leaking out of the sides of her mouth onto her shirt.

Mom's cotton shirt was now drenched with the cream that Mitch kept pouring onto her, and the shirt was clenching onto her breasts, it had become transparent and started showing her bra through it. Patches of red marmalade were seeping into the cotton, making stains that would be hard to be removed later.

I couldn't resist any longer. I pushed my face in mom's cleavage, feeling her warm, flesh give way and plying around my cheeks. I wiggled my head, I felt mom's breasts bulge and almost roll out of her bra. With my hands, I groped her, pushing her boobs together, to fully immerse myself in her motherly tit flesh. They were so huge and fat, I felt like I could disappear in them completely. Through the cotton I tried to stuff my mouth full with mom's breasts, sucking my cheeks concave, sucking the cotton in, feeling the suction work on her flesh, feeling the texture of her blouse against my tongue, tasting the whipped cream.

My fingers, as if they had a mind of their own, grabbed mom's shirt and started to tug on it. I exerted force in two ways, trying to rip it open. Above my head, Mitch was still leaning in, French kissing mom with audible smacking noises. I gave the shirt a firm tug, then heard, with a satisfying snapping sound, different buttons of mom's shirt come off.

I tugged again, and I was soon able to pull her shirt to the side. My tongue slid over the naked flesh of mom's breasts, seeking its way into her bra. I let go off her shirt, and now used my free hand to scoop mom's right tit out as if I was freeing a stuck animal. It felt so insanely soft and fat in the palm of my hand, her rubbery nipple pressing against my palm. Half holding her tit, I was able to finally circle my tongue around her nipple again, licking her aureola, feeling its slight bumps and unevenness. This was coming home, I thought, when I finally stuffed my mouth with her nipple, sucking in a fair bit of her boob as well, gorging on my own mother's breast. Meanwhile, Mitch appeared to have stopped kissing her, as suddenly I saw new clots of cream splashing on mom's cleavage. I used my hand to spread it all over mom's tits, as far I could with her bra still on. I was losing control now... I backed off a bit to see mom sitting, with her torn shirt above her neat jeans, the black satin blindfold still on her face. Mitch was standing behind her now, pressing his face in her curly hair, smelling her shampoo as he was touching himself with his hand in his trousers. Mom's right breast hung over her half undone bra and I decided that it was time to free her other boob too.

I leaned close to her, trying to find the clip of her bra. It was hard to unclip it through her shirt, so, with my face again pressed against her wet and mushy boobs, I simply grabbed hold of it and started tearing its fabric. Then, finally, I could reach the bare skin of her back and without further ado, I unclipped her bra, which I couldn't take off entirely as her hands were still tied to the chair. When I took the off as well as I could, I saw mom's boobs sag visibly, bulging out sidewards. They were so large and beautiful. Mom's nipples were pointing slightly to the sides, her reddish areola like tiny terracotta plates.

Mom's boobs were more than a handful, and I longed to be close to her body immediately again. I licked their soft surface. They were sticky and wet from all the cream and saliva we had unleashed onto her. But they stood there proudly, insanely feminine, triumphantly beckoning her sons to suckle them.

With one fluent movement, I pulled off my pajama trousers, and wasted no time to also throw my shirt to the side of the kitchen. I was in predator mode now. My stiff cock sprang free, as I stepped closer to mom. My dick brushed her floppy belly, as I then pushed it upwards, to slither between her breasts. As they had sagged to the side a bit under their own weight, I found it hard to find the right angle to fuck them. Before I knew what happened, her tits suddenly engorged my dick. It felt heavenly, and instinctively I started thrusting, holding mom by her shoulders. Only then did I see that it was Mitch who, from behind mom, was pushing her tits together. I felt the pressure of his hands through mom's boobs, that almost bulged over his fingers, which appeared to almost disappear in their soft tissue. To reach this angle, I was half awkwardly sitting on mom's lap and I could feel how my naked butt cheeks were supported by her jeans.

It was weird to share this moment with my older brother, but it turned me on as well to be making use of mom in this way together. Mom's head was now squeezed between our torso's, as my pelvis rocked and thrust my cock between her slithery boobs. Every time I thrust, I felt her hard nipples against my groins, while my cock was almost up to her chin. It looked so swollen, so beastly, against mom's gentle face, with her lip stick still tidy on her lips despite the mess we were making. Mitch was now squeezing and massaging her breasts, while I kept fucking them hard. They bubbled and wobbled under my force, which made me hornier and hornier, and they started to show red spots - perhaps of my rough handling of her, or perhaps because mom was getting excited too. It always showed on her chest when she blushed or when she had done sports.

Before long, I could not hold it any longer. I wanted to, I had to be in mom. I stood on the boxes next to the chair, which I now knew had been placed there by mom for this purpose. So they had prepared this... Mom and dad had thought of a way to have mom perform oral on us, and this was what they came up with... The boxes stood stable and I let my dick slide along her chin, then was pushed upwards against her face, where it slithered along her right cheek, leaving a string of precum. While I tried to get in position, mom dropped her jaw slowly. She opened her mouth into a nice tunnel. I felt her breathe against the hairs on my ball sack and watched as she stuck our her tongue. It was long and pointy, much longer than I had ever guessed.

Without touching my dick but by twisting my pelvis, I managed to position my cock right in front of mom's mouth. I placed both my hands onto her soft hairs. Then, very controlled, I started to move my cock forwards, until it landed, like a shuttle on the moon, with its tip on mom's tongue. Softness. Wetness. O, the heavens. I saw mom's nostrils flare as she was now tasting my dick. The underside of my dick went in small circles across the surface of mom's protruding tongue. At some stage, she had to swallow, and she gasped for air when this took too long: clearly mom was as excited as I was and had to do everything she could to control her breathing.

I went further and further now, so that slowly the entire length of my dick was sliding over mom's tongue and into the warmth of her mouth. Now, I felt mom's tongue replying to what I was doing. This was something new. Last time, mom had just given herself to us, but I was sure that I felt her tongue massaging, very subtly, the shaft of my penis it went inside of her. Soon she even closed her luscious red lips around my shaft, so that my cock was safely buried inside her. I thrust softly, feeling closely what mom would do. It was such great pleasure seeing my dick emerge out of her mouth, glistening with her spit. I pushed it in again to feel a deep moan vibrate through my penis. Her cheeks spastically sucked themselves concave in a tight rhythm, as she started to pleasure me more and more.

And the thought that mom had done this more often - had definitely had her share of dick in her mouth - it made me roll my eyeballs upward in ecstacy, while I felt mom slobber on my cock. She was a cock sucker, she knew what she was doing.

Meanwhile, Mitch was roughly groping her tits from behind her, sitting on his knees, with his hands wrapped around mom's body from the backside of the chair. His hands frantically went over her entire body, touching her legs and thighs, kneading her warm mommy flesh.

While I kept fucking mom's face, Mitch moved to the other side and I felt that Mitch had started to tug on her pants, which he had to struggle to get loose. In moments, however, mom's beautiful legs were naked, and I watched as Mitch tore her panty to the side, to dig his head into her lap - audibly lapping her mommy busy, burying himself deeper and deeper into her.

Mom started to moan at the rhythm of our oral sex. I felt the sound pass through my dick, which stimulated it even more. I was beyond myself now. I held her head between my hands, and as I massaged her hair, I smelled tufts of her shampoo being released and filling up my nostrils. Roses. Apricot. Under mom's movements, I could see her boobs jiggle below me, all wet and slimy, like they had been soaped in.

Somehow I felt that mom wanted me to go slower and deeper, and I followed the lead of her tongue. I slowed down so much that I could watch my cock go inch by inch between her lipsticked lips, feeling the breathing of her nose against the wet skin of my cock. When I was as deep as I could, mom would softly gag, indicating that it was time for me to withdraw. Then she would take a breath as deep as if she had been diving in a pool for minutes - drool would run incessantly and freely along my shaft and the corners of her mouth, to join the mix of spittle, cream, and marmalade that covered her impressive chest.

We repeated this several times, and it felt as if we our movements were completely interlocked, and as if our minds were stuck in a bubble together. It felt sexy to follow mom's directions, to give her what she wanted, and to be pleasured as I had never been before. Mom was so moaning so excited the last time my dick slid out of her mouth, that it almost sounded like she was crying and whimpering - if she wouldn't have half laughed and wiggled her tits, I wouldn't have been sure.

Mom held out her tongue now and made a noise, an ecstatic 'aaaaah', as she waited for what would come. I wasted no time, jerking my red and swollen cock, lubricated by both our juices, and I kept repeating, like a little prayer, "oh, mom, oh, mom, oh, mom..." This was happening.

This was happening right next to the kitchen counter where I had watched mom make breakfast only yesterday. This was happening right in this kitchen where we had prepared so many Christmas dinners. This was happening with Dad's wife , my mother, who wanted nothing more than to be ripped apart by us. This was happening.

In an impressive arch, that seemed to take forever to cross, my semen spurted through the air and splatted down on mom's face, with a sound as so many spoonfuls of mayonnaise splattering on a tile floor. I blasted strings of cum in her direction, landing on her tongue, that intuitively retreated immediately to swallow what it caught, on her chin, lips, on the blind fold - where the contrast of the black satin to my white cum revealed clearly what a large load I had dropped. Another load followed, painting mom's cheeks, getting caught in the blond curls that dangled freely in front of her face. I had given my mom a facial. And it had been the prettiest thing I had ever seen.

Mitch did not take long to follow my example. When I had come down with trembling knees from the boxes, holding myself to the chair to not fall down, Mitch climbed up immediately. I had been too absorbed by mom's blowjob, but apparently, he had been eating her the whole time. His face was dripping wet, mom's thighs were coated in his saliva and her own juices.

While Mitch followed suit and started to smear my cum across mom's face with his erection, I decided that mom should enjoy too - and I took over where Mitch had left her. The salty smell of mom's pussy drove me crazy, and I lapped away at her labia and her clit, enjoying deeply the taste that we had tried out last time too. She was too hot. She tasted so fertile , so earthly. In a strange way, all this with mom felt more natural than it had ever felt, being intimate with other girls.

Although I was deeply buried between mom's wide and warm legs, although her pussy was all I could see and taste and feel, I also felt her body rocking under the force by which Mitch was fucking her face. And as the tempo increased, her pussy became wetter and wetter. At times, surges of wetness ran out of mom, flooding my face and dripping from my chin. She was so close to coming - I sped up the movements of my tongue around her clit. I loved doing this so much. So much.

Her clit swell to an incredible size, and I sucked it into my mouth completely, French kissing it, as if it were mom's tongue - then I heard that Mitch was coming. Then, mom's entire body trembled - her thighs shaking, clamping my head between them tighter and tighter. And she had no way to push me away, so I kept licking her, kept teasing her clit, which must have felt very sensitive to mom - her legs started shaking hard, and then, just when I thought she would simply crush my head to make me stop, she came again. I have never heard such an animalistic moan, coming deep from within mom, when she wordless erupted in an endless whimpering and yelping out of sheer pleasure.

Mitch and I had done it again. We looked at the state of mom. Her hair was undone as if she had cycled through a storm. Her face was smeared with our cum, although somehow, magically, the lipstick was still in place neatly. Her blouse was torn and hung half over the chair, exposing her naked breasts, which shone with semen and cream. She had no jeans on, and we could see her pussy, still dripping onto the slimy chair. Mom was panting still, probably excited that we were looking at her from a distance now, objectifying her as much as she had desired to. And although it could have been seen as a humiliation, it looked like a triumph of mom - to have unleashed such sexual energy in her house, in her own sons. A lewd smile appeared on her face.

I found it hard to tear my away from mom. Her image in this familiar space, her look of total submission to us - it filled me with horror at first at what we had done. And the horror filled me with lust. And the lust filled me with shame. While I was going through these three emotions in circles, like a dog chasing its tail, Mitch proved, again, to be the less tactful of his. He approached mom - he was still naked - and started to jerk his cock, as he pressed its tip against mom's right tit. It wobbled under his movements.

He looked over at me, both to see if I was judging and to invite me to follow his example. I was judging. I was judging him and myself for letting this happen. And the more morally abject I found the whole thing, the more it sucked me in. I soon found myself standing at mom's other side, obsessing over the shaking of her tit fat as I jerked and slithered my cock over its soft skin. With one hand, I supported her breast, lifting it, so that I could press my cock as far into the soft flesh as I could. Then I came, I came so hard again, shooting long strands over the globes of her boobs and in between them. Mitch followed almost immediately after, shooting with such a force, that it hit mom's chin.

Then, we retreated silently to our rooms. I was planning to stay here until dad had returned, feeling very strange and feverish - not wanting to face reality. This was no one time accident: Mitch and I had shown that we were capable of very questionable moral decisions. I had shown absolutely no spine at all.

Half an hour later, I heard Mitch sneak from his room to the kitchen. Within minutes he was back, and I could only imagine what he had done. Probably he had taken advantage of mom once more. Perhaps he had been allowed to stick it in her mouth again. And if he was making misuse of the situation, could not I as well...?

I sneaked down, only to find mom's chest covered in what appeared to be a fresh load by Mitch. Mom was panting as she heard me approach, and I started to jerk myself off at the look of her - even more debauched than she had looked after our sexually adventure last time. "I love you, mom!" I moaned, as I shot my cum over mom's belly and pussy, while I massaged one of her last breasts with my other hand.

"I love you too." she managed to say, softly, when I returned to room. "I love you two so much."

It was early in the afternoon when I heard dad's car return. He opened the door to the living room and the kitchen - and seemed to halt for a moment. Through the floor I could hear how he moved chairs around, while mom's voice enthusiastically began recounting what had happened. Although I could not make out the words, the tone of mom's voice was as delighted as if she had just come home from a holiday with friends. She simply would not stop talking and laughing.

Dad sounded less happy. A single grunt or mumble followed upon mom's waterfall of words.

I guess I knew then that we had not even seen the end of all this. And I was shocked to find myself longing for more of mom. I wanted no one else again. Ever.