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.Â
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.