ll persons engaged in sex are over the age of 18. This is fiction (it really is stupid that I have to mention this, but the warning labels on gasoline says not to drink it for a reason). There is incest in this story, thus submitting it to the incest category.
OK. So, here I am. On my back, arms and legs trussed up like a turkey. Thankfully, there is a yoga mat under me, since I’m lying on the oak coffee table. I’m positioned so that my head is off one side, and my ass is hanging over the other side. Can’t talk right now, because Mark, my 18-year-old son, has his 8-inch cock in my mouth and is ramming it in my throat. Kevin, my 20-year-old son is plowing my ass with his cock. The cheering you hear is coming from their four friends that are standing around waiting for their turns. OK, so maybe the turkey analogy isn’t quite right. My wrists are bound to my ankles, and Mark is holding them up and spread wide. This is so my ass is fully accessible for the array of cocks that are going to be used on (in?) me. Fuck! Kevin just flicked my clit and gave me another orgasm.
So, how did I end up like this? Stupidity, sure. Being horney, yep. Not thinking of the consequences of my actions, most definitely. Of course, there was also the fact that I have always been a bit casual in how I dressed around the house. To me, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. It was always that way when the boys were growing up. Really, wearing a t-shirt and panties around the house wasn’t that big of a thing. Hell, they saw more skin when I was out in the pool in my bikini. That’s not even mentioning the times they caught me nude sunbathing when I wasn’t expecting them to be home. There were other times as well that they saw me naked on accident. So, what happened I really didn’t think it was that big of a deal.
OK, introductions. I’m Kim Delany. I’m 5’6″ tall, shapely figure that I work on in the gym. I am 38 years old and mother of the two boys I introduced earlier. Their father ran off about 15-years ago, and I haven’t heard from him since. I have shoulder length reddish/orange hair, and the carpet matches the drapes. I keep my pubic hair neatly trimmed. I also have a set of 38DD tits. I work as a paralegal for a well-respected firm in town. My sex life consists of the rather large collection of toys in a bin under my bed. I like to read stories on Literotica and watch porn in my room when the boys are out. The beginning of my predicament was a story I read. I was intrigued. What the fuck, I thought. The boys are old enough to not have to worry about now. It’s time to get out there and find some lovin’.
Maybe this time, it will be a woman. I honestly didn’t care at that point. Yes, I played around with one of my friends on sleepovers when I was 18 and a senior in high school. It was fun, and I enjoyed it. It was just my bad luck that my prom date knocked me up. We were pressured into getting married. Two years later, he knocked me up again. Then he left for parts unknown. My parents helped as I managed to put myself through school and got a decent job at the law firm. I had lots of chances with both men and women, but I held off as I was raising my sons. Now, I was seriously thinking about taking advantage of some of the offers. Especially from Janet, one of the new junior partners at the firm.
OK, so now that is out of the way, I’ll start with the morning before I ended up as the main dish bound to the table. As I said, I read a story and was fascinated by something in it. I had been masturbating to the images for a week. I would stand naked in front of my full-length mirror and play with my nipples and clit as my mind pictured my body as described in the story. I had decided to do it. I researched it, decided exactly what I wanted, and made an appointment. I took off early from work that fateful Friday afternoon. Everything was set when I arrived for my appointment. It went smoothly. They finished, gave me instructions and a couple supplies. I paid and went home. The boys were out with friends by the time I got home and didn’t get back until after I had already gone to bed.
Saturday morning rolled around, and I got up showered, did my hair and light make-up. I pulled on a loose t-shirt and a light skirt. I couldn’t wear a bra or panties yet. I had just finished my second cup of coffee and a light breakfast when the boys came down the stairs. While putting my dishes in the dishwasher, the doorbell rank. Kevin let four of their friends in.
“Hey mom,” Kevin called out. “Mark and I are gonna hang out with the guys over at Jim’s house. He’s got a new video game that we want to try.”
“OK boys. You have fun.” I replied as I walked into the livingroom.
“Are you OK, mom?” Mark asked with a bit of concern. “You’re walking a bit funny.”
I hadn’t really noticed. I guess that there was a reason for that. “No, I’m fine.” I replied. “I just had something done yesterday afternoon, and it’s still a bit tender.”
“Really? What did you have done?” Kevin inquired.
Well, I never really kept secrets from my boys. Sure, there were a couple things that I never told them, but if they asked, I wouldn’t lie to them.
“Well, it’s really no big deal. I read something about body piercings. I was interested, so I looked into it. I had an appointment yesterday afternoon and got a few piercings done. As I said, they are still a bit tender.”
“Oh wow. OK.” Kevin responded. “So, can we see them?”
I looked at my sons and their friends. It’s not like they’ve never seen me naked before. What could be the harm in it. After all, if they wanted to see a naked woman, there are millions of free pictures on the internet. Besides, it would be kind of a waste if no one ever saw them.
“Why not?” I answered. With that, I pulled off my shirt and slipped out of the skirt.
“Holy shit, mom.” Mark exclaimed. “You aren’t wearing any underwear.”
“No, I’m not. As I said, they are a bit tender.”
The boys moved closer to see my new decorations. 1-inch diameter gold rings in my nipples. A gold chain connecting the nipple rings, with a 1-inch diameter ring in the center of the chain. A half-inch diameter ring in the hood of my clitoris. There were three links of a small chain connected to a small steel ball connected to that ring. The ball would swing and bounce on my clit when I walked.
I saw Kevin stretch his neck and look behind me. “Mom, are you wearing a butt plug?”
“Oh yeah. I kind of forgot about that. I have been using one on weekends for the last 6-months. I kind of got used to it and forgot it was there.”
I was a bit distracted talking to Kevin, so I didn’t realize that a few hands were reaching towards me until I felt my nipple rings being manipulated. Unfortunately, the piercings made my already sensitive nipples even more sensitive. Electric currents shot from my nipples directly to my pussy. The boys continued to tug and move the rings. There were also the occasional flicks to my nipples. I was just about to tell them to stop when one of them lifted the steel ball and released it to bounce on my clit. Joe, one of Kevin’s friends had moved behind me and had his arms around me as he began massaging my tits. My legs weakened, and I slumped back into his arms.
It seems as though my vocalization skills had suddenly abandoned me. All I could do was moan and gasp as the groping increased. One of them began manipulating my butt plug by gently tugging on it and twisting it. My piercings were still being toyed with as well. I think it was Marvin, one of Mark’s friends that decided to keep bouncing the ball on my clit like a basketball. Jimmy took the opportunity to thrust two of his fingers in my drooling twat.
“OhGod, ohGod, ohGod.” I began to chant as an orgasm began building inside of me.
I was just about to blast off when the groping suddenly stopped.
“NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!” I cried out.
“What’s the matter, mom?” Kevin asked with a smirk.
“Please. You can’t stop now.” I gasped out. I was so close.
“But mom, we’ve seen your piercings now. They do look great, but we should be going.”
I had calmed down a bit. I was trying to get my breathing back, and I was just about to let them leave. That would get me the opportunity to rush to my room and use a vibrator or two. That was the thought that ran through my head. Unfortunately, that was just when they started subtly fondling me again. This time, they didn’t completely stop when I was on the edge. Nope. They just slowed way down. Joe had changed his grip on me. Instead of holding me up with his arms around me, he pulled my arms behind my back and held me up while not allowing my arms to be used.
“Please.” I begged.
“Please what, mom?” Mark asked.
“Please make me cum.” I begged again.
“I don’t know, mom. I’m not sure that us giving you an orgasm would be proper.”
“Please! I’ll do anything.”
“I don’t know. Don’t you have any toys that you could just use on yourself?”
“Under my bed. Plastic bin.” I answered. Fuck it. If it took masturbating in front of them to cum, so be it.
A couple minutes later, my toybox was sitting open in the livingroom.
“Please. Give me a vibrator or something. I’ll masturbate for you.”
“Hmmmm. Let me pick one out.” Kevin mumbled.
My head was thrown back, and my eyes were closed as I was wrapped up in the pleasure. I heard the familiar buzzing sound and thought that I was finally going to get some relief. My eyes sprang open as a sudden jolt went through my asshole. Kevin had only touched the end of my anal plug with the vibrator. The vibrations transferred from the vibrator to the steel shaft of the plug, then throughout my ass. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to take me over the edge.
“That was interesting.” Mark observed. “What happens if we do this?” I hadn’t noticed, but Mark had picked up another vibrator. He looped the vibrator under my nipple chain and pulled it tight. The vibrations traveled down the chain and right to my nipples. It drove me crazy. After that, Kevin put his vibrator on my clit ring. This caused the steel ball to dance directly on my clit. They didn’t do it long enough to get me off, but just kept me on edge.
“I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! JUST LET ME CUM!” I finally screamed out.
“I noticed some rope in your toybox. How about if we tie you to the coffee table and you let us fuck you?” Rob asked.
“OK. I’ll do it. Just not my pussy. You can’t fuck my pussy until the piercing fully heals.” Thank God I remembered that in the state of mind I was in.
“Well, if we can’t fuck your pussy, then what can we fuck?” Marvin asked, like they really didn’t know. Who did they think they were kidding?
“My ass and my mouth. You can fuck my ass and my mouth.” I cried out.
So, here I was. Trussed up and being used by my sons. Three of the other boys had taken possession of three of my vibrators. One was used on each nipple ring, and the other on my clit ring. I exploded just as Kevin bottomed out in my ass. They continued to use me for the next two hours. Each one getting off once in each hole. After that, they untied me. I have no idea how many orgasms they drug out of me, but I was exhausted. I went up to my bathroom and showered. While I was drying off, Kevin and Mark came into my room and informed me that I was no longer to wear clothes in the house. Furthermore, I was expected to submit and service any of their friends that came over. I agreed.
They told me to get my hair and make-up done, because I was going to have visitors in a couple of hours. I was told that I had to hurry so I could run down not the adult store and pick up three strap-ons. Kevin and Mark were heading out with their friends, but they had called a couple of female classmates that were interested in visiting me. It was going to be a long weekend.
