The rain was coming down in sheets against the windows. Inside it was just my son and me in the dark living room, and a movie, Magic Mike, glowing on the screen. Nathan, my sweet son was twenty now, and home from college for the Thanksgiving break. He was right beside me on the couch, six feet of muscle from many hours in the college gym. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, flat stomach, and dark hair. And when I looked at his face, I saw my own green eyes looking back at me. My son had grown into a gorgeous young man.
I had picked the movie that night. Magic Mike is a dramedy about male strippers. It stars Channing Tatum and Matthew McConaughey. Nathan teased me and complained at first. "Aw, you just want to stare at Channing Tatum's abs!"
He wasn't wrong, and I really didn't think Nathan would ever agree to watch the movie. I had only suggested it to tease him. I was surprised then, when he relented and said, "No, Mom, you should get to watch what you want for once. I've actually heard it's pretty funny with good acting, and I'm just looking forward to spending time with you." My boy, what a sweetheart he is!
Me? I'm forty-four, with long curly red hair and green eyes. I'm 5'4". My body is voluptuously soft and curvy with big natural D-cups, wide hips, and a big round ass.
I used to dislike my body. I was self-conscious about my big butt in particular. I wanted to be lean and statuesque. In my early twenties, I starved myself eating nothing but salads and obsessed over exercise, all in a non-stop effort to achieve the perfect body. I succeeded to some degree, but I was never satisfied. Then I got pregnant with Nathan when I was 24, and it was a revelatory experience. As my body grew and changed with pregnancy, as my breasts enlarged and my hips softened, I no longer resented the curves and softness of my body.
My Dad, who was a kind and wise man, always told me when I was young, "Debbie, the secret to being satisfied in this life is NOT getting what you want. The secret is being grateful for what the good Lord has given you. Gratitude is a choice. The more you choose it, the more content and joyful you will be." As a kid, I rolled my eyes. But as I grew older, I realized Dad was right. And at some point during my pregnancy with Nathan, I had started applying that truth to the way I felt about my big beautiful body. I embraced it. I quit fighting my body and learned to be thankful for it, with all its plush curves. And then something funny happened. As I learned to appreciate my body, I realized that a lot of guys also appreciated my curves. Instead of feeling ashamed of my body, I felt comfortable and confident in my own skin. So, I quit worrying about the extra pounds and got on with enjoying my life.
On this particular night, I had on my favorite silk pajama set. It was a thin champagne cami and matching little shorts that barely cover anything. I wore nothing underneath because it was just us.
We sat on our big sectional sofa, and our thighs pressed together under a big fleece blanket. Nathan's Dad was a real piece of shit and had never been in Nathan's life. We were better off without him. Nathan and I had always been very close. Not just mother and son but good friends who could talk about anything.
The dance scenes started in the movie. Nathan had been making jokes and laughing, so I was surprised when he went quiet. I sensed his breathing change. He wasn't joking around anymore. He was staring intently at the screen.
He was obviously really into the hunky gyrating men on the screen. I was surprised, because I knew Nathan was into girls. Not only had we talked freely about his interest in girls, but I saw him checking them out on the regular. And a couple times, when he was in high school, I had caught him getting hot and heavy with girlfriends. Not that I minded. I had a very uninhibited attitude about sex. The human body is made for sex. It's not only natural, but it's also the most enjoyable pleasure in life. What's the point in having hang ups about it?
I had even caught Nathan looking me up and down, in a very unwholesome way, occasionally. I never called him on it and secretly enjoyed his eyes on me. He obviously didn't mind my curves. It was flattering to have a young man's eyes looking me up and down, even if it was my son doing the looking. Hell, especially, because he was my son. I had even selected my PJs that night for his benefit. All just innocent fun, I'd told myself. Why not give him something fun to look at while he's away from all those perky college girls? But now, unless I was mistaken, he was seriously into looking at the MALE dancers on the screen. Curious and smiling to myself, I lifted the corner of the blanket just enough to peek.
Holy hell.
His gray sweatpants were tented straight up, cotton stretched tight over a thick, proud erection pointing toward his belly. The swollen head was outlined perfectly, nudging the waistband, a little wet spot blooming where precum had leaked through. Heat rushed between my legs so fast I had to squeeze my thighs.
I could have just ignored it and stayed quiet. But I didn't want to let it go. I dropped the blanket and whispered softly, "Nathan... sweetheart, you're really hard."
He froze, face flaming red with embarrassment. "Mom, I ... God, I'm sorry..."
"Shh, baby." I laid my hand on his thigh under the blanket, gentle, high but still safe.
"It's okay. Those guys are gorgeous. I'm... feeling it too." I gave his thigh a little squeeze, testing, heart pounding.
He didn't move away, and we kept watching the guys on screen. My hand stayed, tracing slow circles on his thigh. After another minute, I murmured, "Tell me what's got you like this, honey."
"The guys," he said, voice rough. "How they move. How sure of themselves they are. They're really athletic. I mean, I'm really into women, but I guess I don't mind looking at guys either."
I pressed closer, thighs tight. "You ever think about men, baby? More than just looking?"
Long pause. Then, barely audible: "Yeah. Sometimes."
"Tell Mommy."
He did. His voice was shaking, but honest. He told me about how he wonders what another man's cock would feel like in his hand, heavy and warm. How he imagines the taste of precum on his tongue, swallowing when the guy comes. I kept my voice calm and loving, but I could feel my pussy tingle.
"That's beautiful, sweetheart," I whispered, my hand inching higher up his thigh. "Nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it's sexy as hell."
He let out a shaky laugh that turned into a subtle groan when my fingertips brushed the edge of his bulge
"Any other fantasies you keep secret?" I asked softly.
Long silence. Then, voice small and trembling: "Well... to be totally honest, Mom... I watch a lot of stepmom videos. I'm into MILFs."
"But, honey, you don't even have a stepmom, just your old mother," I teased aloud, as I silently thought about what Nathan had just said, "MILF." Mother I'd Like to Fuck.
Still visibly nervous, through a shaky voice, what he said next would be the spark that lit the fire that would change everything. "Well, you're not that old, and you look amazing. All my old high school friends thought so. And, in my head, when I fantasize, it's never a stepmom I'm thinking of. It's you."
My breath caught. Everything inside me went jelly. This is the line, Debbie, this is the big red line, but the tingling between my legs didn't care.
I swallowed. "It's okay, baby. It's natural, I guess, for a young man like you. Hormones raging and everything. What do you do when you're watching those stepmom videos and fantasizing about me, baby?"
He hesitated, then whispered, "I... I jerk off."
"Mmm." My hand was trembling now. I let my palm rest barely against the hard ridge through the cotton, testing, waiting for him to stop me. He didn't. He spread his legs a fraction instead. "How many times, sweetheart? Be honest with Mommy."
He made this broken sound. "Hundreds. Hundreds of times I've jacked off to thoughts of you. I'm sorry, Mom, I know it's messed up, I just can't help it. You're so hot, and you're in my head every time."
The apology in his voice and his raw need cracked the last of my restraint. This is wrong, he's my son, I kept thinking. But my palm was already rubbing him up and down through the fabric, over that thick length, feeling him throb under the cotton. He didn't stop me. Instead, he pushed up into my touch, a soft helpless sound in his throat.
I should have stopped. I should have pulled my hand away right then. But I didn't. I kept stroking his engorged cock through the sweats, slow and gentle, feeling every pulse, every twitch, my own breath heavier and faster. After minutes of that teasing I finally slid my hand under his waistband, closing around bare, warm skin. His thick, hard cock throbbed in my hand, leaking over my fingers on the first slow stroke.
I stroked him slowly for what felt like forever, whispering how big and hard he was, how sexy he made Mommy feel. When I couldn't wait any longer, I slid to the floor between his thighs and tugged his sweatpants down slowly.
His cock sprang free. It was thick, long, every bit of seven inches. I was really glad I had decided to have him circumcised. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I felt a sense of pride that I had made it and an overwhelming lust to claim what was mine. The head was slick and shining with precum. And it looked delicious.
"Oh, Nathan, you've gotten so big since I saw you last."
He groaned, "Oh my God, Mom. I feel like I'm going to explode."
I wrapped my fingers around the base first, just holding him, feeling the warmth, the weight, the way he twitched in my hand. I stroked a few times, slow and reverent, watching precum bead and drip. Only then did I lean in, hesitating a moment, giving him time to stop me if he wanted. And when he didn't, I licked that bead of precum off the head, slow, savoring the salty taste of my own son.
I took my time with my mouth giving long, slow licks from base to tip, swirling around the crown, tasting every drop of dripping precum. Then I took him in mouth and sank down, inch by inch, until he filled my throat and I had to breathe through my nose. I worked him worshipfully with wet, sloppy kisses and sucking. My pussy was soaked and clenching on nothing.
I stood and peeled off my top and my soaked shorts, letting my son have a full view of me. I rubbed my hands over my breasts, feeling my hard nipples.
"Oh Mom, wow, you're so beautiful!," he gasped.
I cooed, "You're such a sweet boy. How would you like to put that beautiful cock inside Mommy?"
"Yes, please," he begged.
I climbed into his lap, my big boobs right in my son's face, and sank down onto him, slow, deliberate, letting his cock stretch me open and taking every inch of it inside me. My coppery pubic curls were drenched around his cock. He filled me perfectly, completely. I stripped his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and arms. I stayed still for a long moment, just feeling my son buried inside me. His hands massaged my tits, while my hands explored his bare chest and arms. Then I pulled his mouth down towards my nipples, and he licked and sucked hungrily.
"It's been a long time since you've sucked Mommy's nipples," I whispered. And it felt so perfect. Then I began to ride him with deep, unhurried strokes, savoring the feeling of my son inside me, the pulse, the way my vaginal walls squeezed around him.
Only when we were both trembling and on the verge of orgasm did I slide off, drop back to my knees. His cock was slick and wet with my juices. I wrapped my heavy tits around him. As much as I wanted his cum inside me, I had another plan for my boy who dreamed of sucking cock.
I squeezed my big, plush tits tight around him. He reflexively began to rock his hips, sliding himself up and down through my soft Mommy flesh. "Look at Mommy's tits wrapped around her beautiful boy," I purred, voice low and filthy.
"I love watching you fuck my tits, baby. I want you to cover them with your cum."
He groaned and stared lustfully at the sight of himself fucking his mother's tits.
"That's it, fuck Mommy's tits, honey, give it to me. I want your cum all over me."
Finally, he exploded, thick ropes of jizz shooting all the way up to my face and across my breasts, covering nipples and cleavage, dripping down in heavy streaks. It was a lot of cum. I was so proud of my boy. I milked him with my hand until he was empty and shaking.
Then I raised myself over him until my cum-covered tits were near his face, offering them to him. "Clean me up, sweetheart. Taste what you did to Mommy."
He licked eagerly, hungry and thorough slurping up all his cum from my breasts and sucking my nipples clean. I licked the cum off my chin and lips. Then I cradled his head, fed him a last bit of cum from my fingers, and kissed him slow and deep, sharing the taste.
"You love it, don't you, baby? You love the taste of your cum," I whispered against his lips.
He nodded, dazed, cock already twitching again.
"I love it too, baby."
I smiled, tucked us both back under the blanket, and held him close, bare flesh against bare flesh while the rain poured.
"We've got the whole weekend, my sweet boy," I whispered in his ear. "And Mommy's going to take such good care of you."
The house had been too quiet for weeks.
My 20 year old son, Nathan, went back to campus the Monday after Thanksgiving weekend, and his 44 year old mom has been aching for him ever since. I still remember every second of that first night: the feeling of electricity surging through my body when I first touched his big hard cock, the taste of his precum when I finally licked him, the feeling of his cock filling me up, that same cock sliding between my tits, the thick ropes of cum that painted my breasts. And after, I fed him his own cum and we kissed sharing the taste of it. That was only Friday.
We barely slept the rest of the weekend. By the time he packed his duffel and headed back to college on Monday morning, there were stains on three sets of sheets and my legs were weak from a weekend of marathon fucking.
All doubts in my mind were gone. I now knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted my son. I wanted him in my mouth again. Inside me again. There was no confusion left. What I kept circling back to was the why. Why is the forbidden so often the thing most desired? What is the charm about the forbidden that makes it so desirable? Maybe it's simply built into people. Maybe the prohibition itself is part of the pull. I didn't feel guilty about my desire, and I wasn't trying to negotiate with myself or call it something else. And in the end, it didn't matter whether what I wanted made sense. It didn't matter whether it was reasonable or reckless. It just felt inevitable.
For the last few weeks, we've been sending each other dirty texts, photos, and videos. He sends me photos of his cock or videos of him stroking, groaning "Mom" when he cums. I send back videos of my fingers buried inside me, telling him exactly how I'm going to greet him the second he steps through the door.
Only ten days until he's home for Christmas break.
I bought some lingerie that I can't wait for him to rip off me: a red lace bra that pushes my tits up high and a matching thong. And, for more casual attire, I got a short black silk robe that stops mid-thigh. He's going to love it.
Some nights I lay in his bed in his old room, press my face into his pillow, and remember how he sounded when he came inside me for the first time--shaking, gasping "Mom" like a prayer.
Friday night, only one lousy week before break. I was curled on the couch when my phone lit up.
His name on the screen made my heart skip the way it always does.
"Hey, baby," I answered, already smiling.
"Mom..." He sounded hesitant, voice low. "I need to ask you something."
"Anything, sweetheart."
A long breath. "There's this guy on my floor, Marco. He's from Spain. He can't afford to fly home for Christmas and he's got no family here. Would it be okay if he came home with me? Just for the two weeks?"
My stomach dropped. Two weeks that were supposed to be only us (naked, loud, and no inhibitions) suddenly shared with someone else.
I wanted to cry. Didn't Nathan want to be alone with me? How could he think this is a good idea? Instead, I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself.
"Mom? You still there?"
I swallowed. I used my good Mommy voice. "Of course he can come, honey. We have plenty of room. Poor thing shouldn't be alone for the holidays."
From Nathan, an exhale of relief. "Thanks, Mom. You're the best. Seriously."
I bit my lip. "Tell me about him."
"He's cool. He's kind of quiet. He's a soccer player, so he's in crazy shape. Speaks perfect English but with an accent that the girls go stupid over."
I managed a soft laugh. "Then we'll take good care of him too."
Nathan's voice lightened. "I know you will, Mom. And, by the way, I really loved that last video you sent."
"I'm glad you liked it, baby. And your last video was so hot. I watched it over and over.. Mommy really can't wait to see you in-person soon, baby."
"I know. Me too, Mom. And Christmas break is going to be great. You'll see. But, I gotta' go. Love you, Mom."
"I'm sure it will be sweetheart. I'll see you soon. And I love you too."
I hung up and just sat there on the couch disappointed.
All that alone time I'd been dreaming about. Gone.
A week later, when Nathan's old pickup truck pulled into the driveway I was already waiting by the door, heart thumping.
I picked an outfit calculated to turn Nathan on, even if we couldn't be alone. I went with a fitted and low cut cream sweater that clung to my breasts and showed off my ample cleavage. And I was wearing my favorite black yoga pants. They make my ass look big and round and impossible to ignore. I knew Nathan loved them. He'd even mentioned them in a text, saying that he wanted to grab two handfuls of his Mommy's ass the second he saw me in them again.
The two boys came in, duffels slung over their shoulders. Nathan dropped his the second he saw me, wrapped me in a hug, and held on tight, hands sliding low on my back.
"God, I missed you, Mom," he said against my ear.
Then he stepped back and grinned. "Mom, this is Marco."
Marco was tall, dark and handsome. He had olive skin, dark curls, a shy smile and dimples. He stuck out his hand, then went for the cheek-kiss thing instead. His lips barely grazed my skin.
"Thank you, Debbie. Really. This means a lot."
That accent. I bet it did drive the girls crazy.
It quickly became apparent that Nathan wasn't the only one who appreciated my curves and my outfit. All that first day, I enjoyed having two sets of young male eyes on me. I'd bend over to grab something from a low cabinet and feel eyes on my ass in those tight pants. When I straightened up Marco would look away fast, but Nathan would give me a knowing and wicked grin.
I'd lean across the counter to set down snacks and the sweater would afford a clear view of my cleavage. Marco would stare for a second and then check his phone. Nathan just watched the whole thing like he was enjoying the show.
While Marco struggled to keep his eyes off me, Nathan kept finding reasons to touch me. He put a hand on my hip when he reached past me for a glass. His hand brushed my lower back when he walked behind me.
By that first evening, there was a palpable sexually charged atmosphere in the house. And while getting Nathan alone was going to be tricky, I was starting to think Christmas break might still turn out to be very interesting.
The next couple of days I started playing a little. OK, a lot.
In the mornings, I'd wear my short black robe. It could barely hold my big tits. I'd lean across the table to pour coffee, letting the front gap wide so the boys got a long look at my deep cleavage. Marco's eyes went there every time.
In the daytime, my go to was yoga pants and soft v-neck sweaters. I'd make sure they saw me bend over the dishwasher or to pick something up from the floor. Whatever my excuse for bending over, I'd take my sweet time. Those black pants hugged my big, round ass so tight the fabric went shiny across the cheeks, seam disappearing between them, every soft curve on full display. I'd sway a little as I was bent over, knowing exactly what the view looked like from behind.
One afternoon Nathan caught me alone while Marco was in the shower. He came up fast, pinned me to the counter with his hips, hands shoving straight under my sweater to grab both my breasts. His cock was rock-hard in his sweats. He pushed into the cleft of my ass through our clothes, up and then down again, over and over, dry humping me between my ample ass cheeks. "Mom, please," he whispered, voice ragged against my neck.
I arched back, ground against him once, felt him throb, then turned and kissed his cheek. "Soon, baby. Patience."
Two nights before Christmas we decided to watch a movie together. I wore soft shorts under the blanket and sat right between the two boys. Nathan's hand started innocent on my knee, then crept higher. When his fingers slipped under the loose hem and found my pussy bare and wet, he let out a shaky breath right by my ear. I parted my thighs just enough to invite him. One finger eased inside me first, then a second, stretching me open. Then he slid his fingers to my clit and started a slow pulsing massage. He kept the rhythm lazy, making slow circles on my clit. I had to bite my lip hard to stay quiet.
Marco kept glancing over. No doubt he could see the steady movement of Nathan's arm under the blanket and could feel my hips rocking gently. He knew exactly what was happening and couldn't look away.
I let Nathan take me right to the edge, thighs trembling around his hand, then gently closed my legs and eased his fingers out. He looked wrecked.
When the credits rolled I stood up, knees still shaky. "Bedtime for me, boys."
Walking down the hall I heard Marco's hoarse whisper. "Amigo... were you just...?"
Nathan laughed, "Yeah."
I smiled the whole way to my room. Tomorrow, I told myself. Christmas Eve was tomorrow, and I knew exactly what I wanted for Christmas this year.
Christmas Eve morning we woke up to fresh snow. It had fallen all night, turning the backyard into a perfect white blanket.
Marco was already at the living-room window, hands holding a mug of coffee, staring outside. He had on jeans and a thermal that hugged his shoulders and back. I couldn't help noticing how strong and round his ass looked in those jeans.
I came up behind him, slipped my arms around his waist, and gave him a warm hug from the back, pressing my cheek between his shoulder blades. "First real snow?" I murmured. He leaned into me just a little, relaxing. "Yeah, back home, we might get a few snow flakes, but they melt right away."
Nathan shuffled in, hair a mess. "Mom, come on. Snowman. Marco's never done it."
We bundled up and headed out. Snowballs flew. We packed and rolled the base of the snowman until it was huge, then the middle, and the top. Marco kept shaking snow out of his curls and grinning like a little kid. We gave our snowman a carrot nose, charcoal eyes, and one of Nathan's old scarves. It was lopsided, ridiculous, and perfect.
Back inside we shook off the snow and peeled out of coats and gloves. My thin, tight long-sleeve clung to me, and the cold had my nipples hard as pebbles, poking straight through the fabric.
Both boys noticed at the same time.
I looked down at myself, then up at them with a playful smile, brushing my thumbs across my nipples. "You boys like these? Cold does that to a girl sometimes."
I stepped over to Marco first and pulled him into a big, warm hug, pressing my breasts right against him. "Welcome to winter, sweetheart."
Then I turned to Nathan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him in close, and kissed him. It wasn't a motherly kiss. It was slow, deep, and lusty. I wasn't hiding it either. It was right there in front of Marco. When I finally broke the kiss, I kept my lips at Nathan's ear and whispered, "Tonight, baby. Mommy will be yours." Nathan's hands tightened on my waist.
I glanced over at Marco, gave him a little wink, and watched his eyes go wide and mouth fall open.
We spent the rest of the day in comfy clothes, flannel pants and thick socks. Christmas music was on low. The fire was crackling. There was lots of laughter, cookies, and the tree lights glowing.
By evening the wine was open and we were settled on the big sectional, the same couch where Nathan and I had first made love a month ago.
If I had my way, Christmas Eve was about to get very interesting.
By eight o'clock the fire was low and steady, the tree lights the only other glow, and the wine had perfectly lightened the mood. I set my wine glass down. "Time for presents!"
Marco immediately looked embarrassed. "I didn't bring anything for you guys. I'm sorry."
I squeezed his knee. "You being here is the only gift we need."
I handed Marco his wrapped box first. "From me, sweetheart."
He tore the paper and pulled out a soft knit wool scarf and a pair of leather gloves. His whole face softened. "Debbie, thank you! These are perfect."
"You're welcome, sweetheart," I said, smiling. "You're going to need those to get through this winter."
I leaned in, gave him a warm hug, and a kiss on his cheek.
Nathan passed his gift over to Marco next. "Figured you'd like the new one, man."
It was wrapped in red-and-green paper with a sloppy bow that looked like he'd done it in the dark.
EA Sports FC 26. Marco grinned huge. "I've been waiting for this. Thanks, bro." One-armed hug, back slaps, more wine.
Nathan turned to me with that familiar smirk and set a small wrapped box in my lap. "For you, Mom."
I opened it. My favorite Godiva dark chocolates. I laughed, delighted. "You know me too well."
He wasn't finished. He handed me a second velvet box. Inside was a delicate heart-shaped silver pendant on a thin chain, the center set with a deep red ruby, his July birthstone.
I actually gasped. "Nathan! I love it!"
He fastened it around my neck, fingers brushing my skin. The ruby heart settled right between my breasts.
I cupped his face with both hands and kissed him, hard, hungry, no holding back. My tongue slid against his, and my teeth caught his lower lip. I moaned soft into his mouth like we were already alone. When I finally pulled back we were both breathing heavy.
My turn. I handed Nathan his wrapped box. "For my favorite boy."
He ripped the paper and lifted out the silver dive watch, eyes going wide. I buckled it on his wrist and met his gaze. "So you always know when it's time to come home to Mommy."
Marco watched everything quietly but intently.
He started to apologize again for not having any gifts. I cut him off with a finger to his lips.
"Sweetheart, having you here is plenty." I leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth this time, letting my hand rest warm against the back of his neck. Nathan, completely unbothered, reached over and ruffled Marco's curls with a lazy grin. "Seriously, bro. Best Christmas company ever."
We all clinked glasses one last time, the mood warm, loose, electric.
I took a slow sip, set my glass down, and stood.
"Actually, I do have one more present. For both of you."
"Give me two minutes."
I walked out of the living room slow enough for them to watch the sway of my hips in those flannel pants, the soft fabric clinging enough to show the full, round shape of my ass with every step.
Two minutes later I came back.
I paused in the doorway so they could take me in all at once.
My red hair was down, loose waves spilling over my shoulders and down my back. The red lace bra, the one I'd bought a few weeks ago just for Nathan, lifted my heavy breasts high and round, the sheer cups so thin my nipples showed beneath the lace. The ruby heart pendant hung right in the center, drawing the eye straight down that soft, creamy line of cleavage. The matching thong sat low on my hips, a tiny triangle of lace barely covering my mound and a few coppery curls escaping the edges. From behind, the thin string disappeared completely between the full, round cheeks of my ass, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
I let them look. Let them stare. Turned around slowly giving them the full view.
Nathan's breath caught. Marco's mouth actually fell open.
I walked straight to Nathan and straddled his lap without a word, the lace brushing his shirt as I settled over him. My heavy D-cup breasts were right in his face, cradled high and round by the red lace bra, the sheer cups barely holding them in, nipples stiff and dark against the fabric. The ruby heart pendant rested deep in my cleavage.
Nathan's hands went straight to my ass, big palms cupping both full, round cheeks, squeezing hard like he couldn't believe they were finally in his grip again. I kissed him deep and slow.. My hips rolled once, deliberate, grinding down so the thick length of him pressed right up against my pussy lips through his flannel pants and my thin lace.
His fingers dug deeper into my ass. I did it again, slow and filthy, dragging myself along that trapped bulge, feeling him throb under the layers.
I broke the kiss. Just loud enough for Marco to hear every word, I said, "This is for you, baby. All for you... first."
As I said the word "first," I turned my eyes to Marco and gave him the smallest, wicked smile.
He wasn't going anywhere.
Nathan's hands were still locked on my ass, those green eyes that he got from me fixed on his mother's tits. I reached for the hem of his T-shirt and peeled it up slow, making him lift his arms so I could drag it over his head and toss it aside.
God, the boy had filled out nicely. Broad shoulders, thick with muscle from college lifting. His chest was defined and hard under my palms. I traced every line of his chest, shoulders and biceps with my fingertips. I leaned in and kissed his neck and nibbled his ear.
"Look at you," I whispered, "All grown up and still Mommy's beautiful boy."
Then I slid off his lap and sank to my knees between his thighs.
My palms glided up the soft flannel, tracing the long ridge of him straining against the fabric. I rubbed his cock through the fabric with slow, firm circles with the palm of my hand, feeling him twitch and swell even harder under my touch. His hips lifted just a fraction, chasing the pressure. I looked up at him, licked my lips, and gave one last lingering squeeze.
"Been dreaming about this cock every night, baby," I murmured.
Then I hooked my fingers into his waistband and started to pull.
I tugged the flannel pants and boxers down in one slow pull, as he lifted his hips just enough. His cock sprang up heavy and thick, slapping against his stomach with a soft thud that made my mouth water.
God, I'd missed this cock.
It's perfect. It's thick enough that my fingers barely meet when I wrap around it, long enough to hit every spot I love. The shaft is straight and smooth, one prominent vein running up the underside. The head is flushed dark pink, flared and glossy with precum already beading at the slit. I made this cock, made all of this man, in my womb. This son of mine, he is the flesh of my flesh. And he was something for a mother to be very proud of.
I leaned in close, letting his cock feel my breath, watching him twitch. Then I started slow, really slow. Soft kisses along the underside, from his balls all the way to the crown. I licked that big beautiful cock like I was worshipping it, my tongue dragging up his shaft, relishing every inch. Another kiss right on the head, then a swirl around the rim, tasting a fresh bead of precum.
Only then did I part my lips and take just the head inside, sucking gently, eyes locked on Nathan. I hummed, low and happy, letting him feel the vibration.
As I finally sank lower with my mouth, taking Nathan's cock slowly inch by inch, my gaze flicked sideways to Marco. He was frozen on the couch, his eyes wide. I held eye contact with him while I took Nathan deeper and then pulled back. I did it again. And again. Long, loving strokes with my mouth, one hand twisting gently at the base while the other cupped and rolled his balls. Every time I came up for air I kissed the head like I was kissing his mouth, soft and adoring, then licked another stripe up that perfect shaft before sinking down once more.
At one point I pulled off just enough to breathe, lips still brushing the tip, and looked straight at Marco again. As Nathan throbbed hot against my tongue, I gave Marco a slow, deliberate wink, then took my son all the way in my mouth again and held him there. I kept Nathan right on that razor's edge. Finally I eased my mouth off completely, squeezing the base hard, denying him. He groaned, long and broken.
I turned my head. With Nathan still throbbing in my hand, I looked straight at Marco.
"Come here, handsome," I said, voice husky. "Nathan and I have one more Christmas present for you."
Marco stood up slowly, like he was in a dream, and stepped over until he was right in front of us. Nathan stayed seated for a second, watching with curious eyes, then rose too. We boxed Marco in gently: me standing in front of him, Nathan standing behind him.
I reached for the hem of Marco's T-shirt first. Nathan's hands met mine and together we lifted it up and off, then let it drop to the floor.
Jesus. The boy was carved. Smooth olive skin stretched over a tight eight-pack, every muscle etched from years of sprinting on the pitch. His chest was strong and hairless, nipples small and dark, arms lean but powerful. I ran my hands over his chest and arms. Nathan did the same from behind.
Marco's breathing was already fast.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his flannel pants while Nathan did the same at the back. We tugged them down together, slow enough that the fabric dragged over his hips. The pants pooled at his ankles and he stepped out, leaving him in nothing but a pair of tight black boxer-briefs.
Nathan and I both stopped and just looked.
The cotton was stretched drum-tight across his perfect round ass, two firm globes you could bounce a quarter off. In front, the pouch was obscene. There was an absolute mountain of cock angled up and left, the thick ridge pronounced and the head almost cresting the waistband. A dark, coin-sized spot of precum had already soaked through.
I reached out first, sliding my palm over that bulge, feeling the heat and the steel under the fabric. Marco's hips jerked forward involuntarily.
Then I took Nathan's hand and placed it right there with mine.
"Feel how hard Marco is for us, baby," I whispered.
Nathan's fingers curled, rubbing slow, experimental circles. Marco let out a low, shaky groan in half surprise, half pure need.
We let that go on for a long, delicious minute, both of us stroking him through the thin boxer briefs, watching the wet spot grow.
Only then did I hook my thumbs into the waistband. Nathan mirrored me from behind. We peeled the boxer-briefs down inch by inch.
His cock sprang free, long, thick, circumcised, even bigger than Nathan's. Smooth and shaved completely bare, the shaft a shade darker than the rest of him, head swollen and glossy. A fat drop of precum on the tip.
I wrapped my hand around the base, just barely able to close my fingers and gave one slow stroke.
"Merry Christmas to all," I murmured, looking up at Marco's stunned face, then back at Nathan with a smile.
Nathan's hand joined mine, both of us stroking Marco together now.
Marco's knees almost buckled.
I eased back onto the big sectional, the leather cool against my skin, and leaned forward.
"Come here, my beautiful boys."
Nathan stepped up first, familiar and eager. Marco followed a half-beat later, still looking dazed, that gorgeous cock bobbing with every step. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder in front of me, naked under the tree lights, both hard enough that their shafts pointed straight at my face.
I reached out and wrapped a hand around each of them.
Nathan's cock was thick, hot, the skin velvet over steel, surrounded at the base by his neat, tidy dark curls. Marco's cock was heavier, longer, a little wider; my fingers didn't quite meet around it, and my hand drifted lower to cup those perfectly smooth, shaved balls. They were warm and silky smooth with no hair at all. I rolled them gently, savoring how different they felt in my palm.
I started slow.
First Nathan. I turned my head and slid my lips over his head, tongue swirling, tasting him again like I could never get enough. A low moan vibrated in my throat the second he filled my mouth. I took him halfway, then deeper, letting my lips drag back up with wet suction. Spit already slicked him shiny.
Then Marco. I switched, turning the other way, and took that bigger head between my lips. My jaw opened wider, the skin gliding over my tongue. A thicker bead of precum coated the back of my tongue. His cum was darker, muskier than Nathan's. I groaned around him, the sound filthy and grateful.
Back and forth I went, slow, deliberate, and noisy. There were wet popping sounds every time I pulled off, long licks up each shaft, and sloppy kisses on the heads. I was greedy for both of them. Two perfect cocks, and they were both mine tonight.
I could have stayed right there for hours, lost in the taste, the feel, the look, and the smell of them.
But I had other plans.
"Sit, baby. Right here next to Mommy."
Nathan dropped down beside me so that we were shoulder to shoulder with Marco's cock hanging heavy right in front of our faces.
I wrapped Nathan's hand around Marco's shaft and squeezed.
"Stroke him for me. Slow. Feel how thick he is."
Nathan's grip tightened, pumping long and deliberate, his thumb smearing precum over the head, then sliding down to cup and massage those smooth balls. He rolled them, tugged gently, eyes locked on what he was doing like he'd waited years for this.
"Good boy," I purred.
Nathan's strokes turned firmer, slicker.
"Taste him, baby. Lick that head."
Nathan's tongue flicked out, circling the crown, gathering the fresh bead precum. I dove in right beside him. Our tongues were sliding together over the slick tip, our lips brushing against each other.
"Fuck yes," I hissed.
Marco's hands dropped to our hair, fingers twisting tight, holding us there while we licked and sucked the head together, tongues tangling, spit everywhere.
His thighs started shaking.
"Close," he rasped.
I locked my palm on the back of Nathan's head.
"Right there, sweetheart. Take his cum. Suck and swallow every fucking drop for Mommy."
Marco groaned. The first hot spurt hit Nathan's tongue. Nathan sealed his mouth tighter, sucked gently, swallowed again and again, milking Marco dry while I stroked Nathan's hair and growled low, "That's my boy. Drink it all down like the greedy little cocksucker you are."
When Nathan finally popped off of Marco's cock, I took Nathan's face in my hands and pulled him into a deep, french kiss, tongues sliding together, sharing Marco's cum between us. He groaned into me, hands gripping my hips like he never wanted to let go.
"You've been such a good cocksucker, baby," I whispered. "Now you deserve Mommy's pussy."
I reached behind my back and unclasped the red lace bra. One quick snap and it fell away. My heavy breasts spilled free, nipples erect. The ruby pendant dropped into place between my big mommy tits.
I stood, turned my back to the boys, hooked my thumbs into the thong and peeled it down slow, letting them see everything. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside.
Then I crawled onto the sectional on hands and knees, ass high, legs spread wide, pussy dripping and open right in Nathan's face.
"Show your friend how you eat your Mommy's pussy."
Nathan's hands gripped my big round ass cheeks and spread them wide, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. His mouth attacked me, his tongue dragging from clit to entrance, then plunging deep inside. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers curling just right. I moaned loud and fucked his mouth, those massive ass cheeks of mine jiggling and bouncing against his face.
The pressure built fast with his tongue flicking, fingers pumping, and my clit throbbing under his lips. I gripped the back of the couch, thighs shaking, and came hard, crying out as I flooded his mouth, grinding through every wave until I was gasping.
When the last tremor left me, I pulled off, spun around, and shoved him flat on his back.
I straddled him in one motion, lined him up, and sank down hard, taking every inch.
"Now show your friend how you fuck your Mommy."
I rode him deep and relentless, breasts bouncing, pendant swinging wildly. Marco sat beside us, eyes glued to where my son disappeared inside me again and again. Marco had cum in Nathan's mouth only minutes ago, but his massive cock was already getting rigid again in his fist as he stroked himself back to full hardness.
I leaned down, nails digging into Nathan's chest, eyes locked on his.
"Fill Mommy, baby. Pump every drop into me."
Nathan's hands clamped my hips, slamming up to meet me. The angle was perfect, his cock dragging over that sensitive spot inside with every thrust. I was already primed from coming on his mouth, and it took only seconds before I was right there again, pussy clenching, breath hitching.
Nathan came first, flooding my pussy with his jizz while he groaned, "Mom... fuck... Mom..."
The feel of him coming inside me pushed me over. I slammed down hard, grinding as my second orgasm ripped through me, pussy squeezing him, milking every spurt of cum from him while I cried out his name.
I stayed impaled on him, both of us shaking, cum and my wetness leaking down his balls.
I wanted more. I looked over at Marco, cock throbbing in his hand, and gave him a slow, wicked smile.
"Your turn, handsome."
I slid off Nathan, his cum leaking down my thighs, and crawled to the center of the sectional on all fours. My legs were still trembling from two orgasms, but I looked back at Marco and spread my knees wider.
"Come here, handsome. I want that massive cock inside me. Now."
Marco didn't need telling twice. He knelt behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other guiding that long, thick shaft to my entrance. Even soaked and stretched from Nathan, Marco's blunt head felt impossibly huge. He pushed inside me, just the head, and my breath caught hard, a sharp sting blooming deep inside me.
"Fuck--slow--" I gasped, but my hips betrayed me, pushing back against him with my big plush ass.
He gave me one more inch and I whimpered, fingers clawing the couch cushions. It burned, stretched me open like I'd never been stretched before, but the pain melted almost instantly into the hottest pleasure I'd ever felt.
"More," I demanded, voice raw. "Give me all of it. Fuck me with that huge fucking cock."
Marco slammed home in one brutal thrust. The air punched out of my lungs. I screamed, loud, filthy, and desperate as he bottomed out, his big smooth shaved balls slapping against me.
"Yes! Fuck me! Just like that! Harder!"
He didn't hold back, no doubt releasing days of pent up sexual tension. He grabbed both hips and pounded into me, long, punishing strokes that made my whole body jolt forward with every slam. My tits swung wildly, pendant slapping my chest, wet sounds filling the room as his cock dragged in and out of my dripping pussy.
"Harder, Marco, goddamn it! Make me your fucking whore!"
He roared and doubled the pace, hips crashing, cock battering my cervix, until I couldn't tell pain from pleasure. I came screaming, pussy convulsing so hard I nearly blacked out, juices gushing down my thighs.
He kept going, relentless, until his rhythm broke. He buried himself to the hilt and exploded inside me, his cock jerking violently as he pumped what felt like gallons of cum into me. I felt every hot pulse, every thick rope flooding me.
He pulled out with a filthy, wet pop. Cum poured out of me in a torrent, puddling beneath us.
I was still gasping, face down, ass up, when strong hands flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing.
Nathan. Oh. My. God.
Legs shoved to my chest. He looked down at me, his eyes blazing with love and pure possession. He rammed his cock balls-deep into my ruined, overflowing pussy in one merciless stroke.
I wailed.
"So Mommy likes getting fucked hard like a filthy slut?" he growled, hips already hammering, cum squelching out around him with every thrust.
"Yes, fuck, yes!," I screamed.
"I loved watching Marco fill this cunt with that huge beautiful cock of his," he snarled, pounding harder, faster, deeper, "but you're still my Mommy slut. Say it."
"I'm your Mommy slut!" I screamed, nails raking his back. "Always yours!"
"That's right, Mom," he whispered, voice thick with love and triumph. "My perfect, filthy Mommy slut."