Two brothers give their mother a unique holiday present

Two brothers give their mother a unique holiday present. "This town hasn't changed a bit," Tyler said. Curt took his eyes from the road to glance at his brother, who lounged in the passenger seat of the car, looking out the window at their hometown. Tyler had a point. Time had not been kind to North Meadows. The outskirts of the city were still mostly dank industrial wasteland; the downtown area, gentrified and slowly decaying. The house where they had both grown up lay between the two extremes, in a narrow belt of mostly-abandoned suburban housing. Since the closing of the mills and the moving of the army base, North Meadows had slowly been inching toward its death throes. Not that Curt felt any less nostalgic because of it. As they drove toward the center of town, he had begun to recognize the streets he'd explored as a kid, the playground where he'd sprained his ankle falling from the jungle gym. Even if his hometown was going to pot, Curt felt good to be home again. "Maybe it's just the Christmas holiday," Curt said. It was, after all, Christmas Eve, and the roads were slick with snow and ice. Most of the businesses they'd passed had been closed; a few were outright shuttered. "I friggin' doubt it," Tyler said. Of the two of them, he had always been the more cynical, the more rebellious, and the more daring. In the years since they'd graduated from high school, Curt had taken the stable route, getting a degree in engineering and an office job out of state, while Tyler had moved to Clark Hill and started a pop band. Tyler's arms and wrists crawled with expensive tattoos; Curt had considered getting one, but refrained for fear of repercussions at his job. Curt had had one relationship all through college that had ended badly, while Tyler's string of one-night stands was a mile long, each more extreme and perverse than the last. Tyler enjoyed relating the stories of his conquests to Curt in great detail, knowing that it made him uncomfortable. In short, they were about as different as brothers could be, but had always remained close despite their differences. "No," Tyler said, "this place is a shithole. I wish Mom would move the hell out of here. The whole town's in its death throes." "Where would she go?" Curt asked. Their father had disappeared when both the boys were only fifteen, leaving behind only a garage full of junk and a mountain of debt. Their mother, Donna, worked as a night manager at a supermarket, and her income barely covered the mortgage and bills, let alone room to move. "And how would she get there?" "Yeah, well," Tyler said, lighting a cigarette. He blew out smoke, scratching the stubbly growth of his five o'clock shadow. "I've got a plan to take care of that." Curt raised his eyebrows. "Care to tell me what it is?" "It's too early to talk about it," Tyler said. "But when our new album drops, I'm going to have come money coming in. Enough to get Mom out of debt, maybe get her out of this dead-end burg." "I see," Curt said. He had his doubts. Tyler was rather famous for diving into things without thinking through the repercussions, of forming plans that didn't seem to have a clear end in mind. His heart was in the right place, but he was, in Curt's opinion, far too impulsive. It was a trait he usually frowned on, but occasionally envied. "I hope you're right," Curt said. "Mom deserves to be happy." "Yeah," Tyler said, his tone distant as he gazed out the window. "She really does." # # # The house seemed even smaller than he remembered -- a tiny, single-story ranch-style house on the corner, two blocks from the North Meadows downtown. The porch light glowed a dim yellow as Curt pulled the car into the freshly shoveled driveway. The brothers unpacked their luggage and presents and shuffled to the front door. Both hands full with bags, Curt reached out to ring the doorbell. Before he could press the button, the door swung open. "My boys!" Donna said, and beckoned them inside. The brothers hustled in out of the cold and put down their things in the narrow entryway. As he stomped the snow off his boots, Curt took a look at his mother. Unlike North Meadows, time had been kind to her. She had always been shapely, with full hips, large breasts, and smooth, tanned skin, but her best feature was probably her full lips, which were still as red and lush as he'd remembered them being. Curt had always felt a little odd thinking of his mother in such terms, but even throughout high school and college, he'd heard "your Mom is hot" often enough from his friends that he'd finally acknowledged it himself. "Hi, sweetheart," Donna said, drawing him into a hug. She wore snug jeans and a red sweater with a low scoop neck that showed off a considerable amount of cleavage, and Curt found himself self-consciously aware of her breasts pressing against him as she hugged him. "Hi, Mom," he said. Donna pulled back and kissed him on the lips, a habit she'd never broken no matter how much either of them had begged growing up. Most mothers settled for a peck on the cheek. Not theirs. "You cut your hair," Curt said, reaching out to touch her curly brown locks. Once long and flowing down to her waist, her hair was shorter now, falling just past her shoulders. "It looks nice." "Well, aren't you sweet," Donna said with a bright smile. "Hi, Mom," Tyler said, and stepped in for his own hug and kiss. She pressed herself against him with equal abandon, planting a big kiss on his lips afterward. "Speaking of haircuts, I see someone's in need of one," she said, tousling Tyler's shaggy head of hair. He squirmed away a little and grinned. "You know me, I have to preserve my bad-boy image," he said. "That's you, all right," Donna said, and touched his cheek. "You'll always be my bad boy." # # # Never straying from her motherly instincts, Donna ordered them to take off their boots and coats and stow their luggage in the guest rooms. The house, though small, had three fairly generous bedrooms, and she had kept both the boys' rooms unchanged. Curt returned to his old room to find his posters still on the wall, his books still on the shelf, and his bed made. It was as if he'd never left. After putting away their things, Curt and Tyler emerged with a small handful of presents, which they stowed under the meager plastic Christmas tree their mother had set up in the living room. A small pile of them already lay stuffed underneath the tiny tree, tags showing both their names in their mother's precise lettering. "Something sure smells good," Tyler said as he wandered into the kitchen, where Donna was preparing dinner. "I told you I'd give you boys a nice Christmas dinner, and I meant it," she said, taking a sip of wine as she stood at the stove. Curt smiled at the familiar memory. Whenever she cooked, Mom always had a glass of wine on hand. Something about it made him feel grounded. Tyler stepped in behind Donna and hugged her from behind, putting both arms around her stomach and squeezing tight. Donna made a pleased sound and reached back to touch his hair. In the back of his mind, Curt thought that perhaps the two of them lingered on the hug just a tad too long, but then decided not to worry about it. "My goodness," she said. "What did I do to earn all this affection?" "I've just missed you, that's all." He kissed her on the cheek. "Well, I guess we know who gets the biggest helping of potatoes at dinner," Donna said. "You hear that, Curt? I guess you better step up your game." "I guess I'd better," Curt said. "Do you have any more of that wine? Now that we're old enough to legally drink it." She laughed. "In the pantry, son of mine. Break out a bottle or two. We'll make a night of it." # # # Christmas dinner was indeed glorious; smoked ham, potatoes and gravy, cranberries, stuffing. Curt hadn't eaten that well since he'd started his office job -- in fact, he was pretty certain he hadn't eaten that well since the last time he'd been home. Donna watched with satisfaction as her sons scarfed down the meal, nursing her wine. "My hungry boys," she said fondly. "I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have men around the house to eat up all the food." "Have you been dating at all?" Curt asked, twirling his potatoes with his fork. He'd gobbled down his first plateful and now felt himself slowing down. She laughed, and Curt thought he detected a note of bitterness in her voice. "I have, a little bit. I even opened up an account on one of those dating sites. But most of those men are such creeps. You would not believe the pukes I've had to deal with." She drained her wine glass and held it out to Curt. "Would you be a dear?" As Curt poured her a fresh glass of wine, Tyler put his hand on hers. "Don't worry," he said with a smile. "You've always got us." She smiled and touched his cheek. "I do, don't I? Thank god I raised two wonderful boys. Even if your father was a flaky little... never mind." She raised her glass and drank again. "I shouldn't bad-mouth your father." "It's okay, Mom," Curt said. "We love you no matter what." She smiled and reached over to touch his cheek, then reached over to touch Tyler's as well. "Look at you two. Why would I want to get a husband when I have my two beautiful boys?" # # # After dinner, they piled their dishes in the sink and left the washing-up for the next day. Donna grabbed the bottle of wine and the brothers grabbed their glasses. All three of them moved to the living room to unwrap presents. Curt and Tyler sat down on opposite ends of the leather couch, just as they always had growing up. "Just a minute," Donna said before she sat down. She moved to the stereo system and cued up a CD, and music swelled from the speakers. It took a few bars before Curt realized it was the last album Tyler's band had put out. "I listen to this every day," Donna said as she sat down hard on the couch. Her movements had become a little less precise, and her speech punctuated with occasional pauses -- in other words, she was just a little bit tipsy. But Curt knew his mother's drinking habits, and knew she had a long way to go before she was truly out of control. "And every day I remember how amazingly talented my son is." Tyler smiled, an odd shyness to his demeanor that Curt imagined no one but family ever saw. "Thanks, Mom," he said. "That's really cool." They distributed presents and began unwrapping. Donna was a practical giver, and so the brothers got the usual gamut: socks, shirts, cash. Tyler presented his mother with a portable mp3 player, while Curt gave her a new cell phone. The presents were not numerous, so they made a miniature celebration of each one, punctuating the unwrapping with sips of wine and brief, jovial toasts. All too soon, it was over, and the presents lay in a pile on the coffee table, surrounded by a crinkling cloud of ripped wrapping paper. "Merry Christmas, sweethearts," Donna said, and leaned over to kiss each of them on the cheek in turn. "I'm sorry it wasn't more, but money has been so tight..." "Don't worry about it, Mom," Curt said, holding a small picture frame she'd given him. "The gifts don't really matter. I'm just glad we can all be together." She smiled. "Me too," she said. "I've missed you boys so much. It's hard sometimes, being here by myself all the time. I keep busy with work, and I have my book club, but sometimes I can't help it, and I do get a little lonely." Curt heard the hitch in her voice, and she put her wine glass down and took a deep breath. "Don't cry, Mom," Tyler said, and pulled her into a firm hug. Both of them had grown up to be taller and broader than her, and so she disappeared into his embrace a little as he held her tight. "We're here now." "Yeah, but you'll have to leave again in a few days," she said, her tone more than a little maudlin. "I'm already missing you, because I know you'll have to leave." "Don't be silly," Curt said. "We're going to be here for four days." He reached out and touched his mother's hair, wanting to do his part in comforting her. She turned back to him, her smile a little sad. "I'm sorry," she said, wiping at her eyes. "Your poor old mother is getting senile and getting emotional at the drop of a hat..." "You're not old, Mom," Tyler said. "You're beautiful." She blushed a little and touched his cheek. "You're both such sweethearts," she said. "I wish I could meet a man just like the wonderful men my two boys grew up to be. Maybe then, I could get laid one more time." "Oh wow," Curt said, laughing nervously. That was more information than he had expected to get this Christmas. He looked to Tyler to see if his brother shared his discomfiture, but found that Tyler was staring at Donna intensely. "Really?" he said. "How long has it been?" Donna laughed. "Oh honey, it's been a long time... ever since your father left." Curt winced. Tyler's eyes bulged. "It's been... ten years?" he asked, incredulous. "More like eleven," Donna said. "Your father wasn't exactly affectionate that last year." She suddenly seemed to realize what she was saying, and leaned forward to pour herself a fresh glass of wine. "Oh, please don't listen to me," she said. "You don't need to know this kind of stuff about your Mom. Just having you boys here is enough." She took another drink and stood up, wavering a little. "Will you two excuse me for a minute? I'll be right back." "Sure, of course," Curt said. As their mother made her way out of the living room, he was fairly certain he heard a sniffle and a stifled sob. The two brothers sat on the couch silently, listening as her footsteps trailed away, then the bathroom door shutting. "Shit," Tyler said at last. "Yeah," Curt answered. "I knew she wasn't dating much or anything, but... damn," Tyler said. "That's a hell of a dry spell." "Yeah," Curt said again, not sure where his brother was going with this. "I wish we could do something." Tyler got that faraway look on his face again, then lit up a cigarette. "There is something we could do," he said. "What's that?" Tyler grimaced, rubbing the stubble of his beard again. "Never mind," he said. "You wouldn't like the idea." "Try me," Curt said. Tyler looked over at him. "Would you do anything to make Mom happy?" Curt shrugged. "Of course." "Anything?" "Yeah," Curt said, wondering where this was going. "Okay, then." Tyler took a drag on his cigarette. "Then when she comes back, you either follow my lead or get out of my way. Understand?" "Tyler, what are you talking about?" Tyler just shook his head in that infuriating, inscrutable way of his. "Just remember what I said." # # # After about ten minutes, Donna returned and sat down between them again. "I am so sorry about that," she said. "I just get so emotional around the holidays. And it's just so wonderful to have the two of you here. But I really didn't mean to start blubbering like that." "Don't worry about it, Mom," Curt said, and touched her arm. She took his hand and squeezed it. "So, what do you two want to do now that presents are unwrapped?" she asked. "We could watch some Christmas movies, play a board game..." "We have a different kind of game in mind," Tyler said from his corner of the couch. Donna turned toward him enthusiastically. "Oh? Tell me." With a small grin, Tyler held a hand up over his head. A tiny sprig of green swung from it. "Mistletoe," he said. Donna looked up at it, then tilted her head at him. "That's not a game," she said. "Yes, it is," Tyler said. "Don't you want to find out how we play it?" "Maybe. What do I do?" Donna asked. Tyler gave her a skeptical look. "Mom, you know how mistletoe works." She lifted her eyebrows. "Yeah, but... I'm your mother." "What are you talking about? You kissed us both earlier," Tyler countered. "That's different." "Is it?" Donna seemed to consider it for a moment, then shrugged. "All right, we'll try it your way." She leaned in and kissed Tyler on the lips. She drew back almost immediately, intending for the kiss to be a brief peck, but Tyler leaned forward to pursue her, and put a hand on her shoulder. Curt watched as his mouth opened slightly, his tongue exploring her mouth. Donna made a startled noise and jerked back. "Tyler," she said, laughing a bit nervously. She put a hand over her lips and stared at him. "That's a little bit much." Instead of answering her, Tyler looked over to Curt, a question in his expression. Curt had already put together what Tyler was proposing. It took him the space of a breath to decide he was going to go through with it. Follow my lead, or get out of the way, Tyler had said. Curt nodded, and Tyler tossed the sprig over to him. He caught it and held it up over his head. "Hey, Mom," he said, taking her arm and turning her gently toward him. "Mistletoe." She looked at him with disbelief, her face flushed. She looked back at Tyler, then over to Curt again, her brow furrowing in puzzlement. "What is this?" she asked, her voice quavering a little bit. "It's mistletoe," Curt said. She stared at him intently, and for a moment, Curt felt his resolve crumbling -- but he held his ground. Donna sat quietly for a moment longer, and then leaned forward. She put a hand under his chin and kissed him on the lips, lingering this time. Her lips were full and soft, and he could taste her lipstick. She darted her tongue into his mouth for a moment, and then leaned back, as if appalled at her own actions. "Oh, Curt, I'm..." she began, and then Tyler took her arm and pulled her around again, kissing her a second time. She gave a surprised murmur and put her hands against his chest as if to push him away, but she didn't push. Instead, she submitted as Tyler pushed her back against the couch. When Tyler pulled away, she was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving through her sweater. "Are you two doing what I think you..." she asked, fearful of finishing her own sentence. Tyler looked at Curt for a moment, then back to his mother. "We just want to make you happy, Mom. You deserve to be happy." "Yes, but... you really shouldn't be kissing your mother like that," Donna said. "I've done a lot of things in life I shouldn't have," Tyler said, and kissed her again. This time he put a hand on her breast, and she gasped audibly, breaking the kiss. "Tyler!" she said, looking up at him in shock... but she didn't pull back or push away his hand. "You can't... I mean, we shouldn't..." "If you want me to stop, I will," Tyler said. Donna looked up at him, then took his hand in hers and pressed it to her breast again. Drawing a shaky breath, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Curt watched as the two of them kissed, not yet able to quite process what he was seeing. His lips still tingled from the feel of her mouth on his, and he realized that rather than wanting to back off, he was eagerly awaiting the chance to touch his mother again. He wanted to touch her, kiss her -- and more besides. They finally broke their embrace, and this time Donna voiced no objections. Tyler looked over at Curt. "Are you still on board with this?" he asked. Curt nodded. "Still on board." Donna looked between them, her expression shocked. "Did you two... plan this?" "Sort of," Tyler said with a wolfish grin. He stood up and pulled her after him, until they both stood in front of the couch. Curt followed. Tyler kissed Donna again, while his hands reached down to undo the snap of her jeans. Understanding his brother's plan, Curt stepped close behind his mother and took hold of her sweater, then lifted it over her head. "Curt, you..." She gave a little moan of disbelief, but lifted her head to let him pull it all the way off her, and he tossed it aside. Tyler pulled down her jeans until they pooled around her ankles, then lifted her feet gently, one at a time, so that she stepped out of them. "Oh my god," Donna said. "This is insane..." Tyler rose and slowly turned Donna around so she faced Curt. Curt looked her over, savoring the sight of her. She was now down to her bra and panties. Her breasts were full and round, her stomach a little full, but still shapely, and beneath the thin fabric of her panties he could see a dark strip of pubic hair. She met his gaze, and her expression was part disbelief, part arousal. Tyler began fumbling with the hook of her bra, and Curt took his cue. He knelt and hooked his thumbs around her panties, then pulled them down. He heard his mother gasp audibly, and she put a hesitant hand on top of his head. His face was level with her pussy as he helped her step out of her underwear. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and kissed her pussy, sliding his tongue briefly between her lips. The effect was electric. Her fingers twisted in his hair and she whimpered loudly. "Oh sweetheart, please... not yet... I'm not ready..." Reluctantly, Curt stood up again. She was completely naked now. Her breasts were full and round, with large brown nipples that stood out erect. No longer hesitating, Tyler buried his face in her neck and reached around to squeeze both her breasts in his hands, pressing them together. Donna moaned. "Oh, my sweet boys," she said as she leaned into his embrace. "This isn't fair..." "Why not?" Curt asked. "You've both still got your clothes on," she said, and gave him a carnal smile. Squirming free of Tyler's grasp, she turned to face him. Fiercely, she pulled off his shirt, then reached for the snap of his jeans. She undid them and yanked them down, going on her knees in front of him. "Whoa," Tyler said, apparently a bit nervous at her newfound enthusiasm. "You don't have to go that fast..." "Hush," Donna said firmly. "You started this game, so now we're going to play it. Be a good boy." She pulled down his underwear, and his erect cock popped out inches from her face. She gasped audibly, her face flushed, and looked up at Tyler, meeting his gaze. "My goodness," she said. "Look at you." Slowly, she curled her fist around his erect cock, stroking it gently. Tyler swayed a little on his feet, looking down at his mother in astonishment. "Holy shit," Curt said, and she looked over at him. "Curt, get those dirty clothes off," she said in the motherly tone he knew so well, still stroking Tyler's cock. Apparently she was over her shock and seeking to reassert her control over the situation. "Mother will be with you in just a moment." Then, without further preamble, she opened her mouth and took Tyler's cock in her mouth. Tyler groaned, putting his hands on her shoulders, looking down at his mother as she sucked his cock. She worked him slowly but with enthusiasm and skill, pausing every few moments to use her tongue, swirling it around the head and licking up and down the shaft. Curt slowly got out of his clothes, unable to take his eyes on what was happening -- mostly looking at his mother; the swell of her breasts, the droplets of sweat on her skin, the damp curls of her hair touching the bare flesh of her shoulders, the redness of her mouth. "Oh god," Tyler said, his eyes squeezed shut. "Mom..." "You like that, sweetheart?" Donna asked, grinning up at him. "Is this the game you wanted to play?" "Yes," he said, nodding slowly. "You didn't think I could play it this well, did you, honey?" Donna said. Before Tyler could answer, she swallowed him down again, drawing a deep groan from him as she cupped his balls in her hands. He swayed and nearly fell over. "I-I think I need to sit down," he managed at last. Donna drew back, his cock popping out of her mouth. "My poor boy," she said. "Okay, you can take a break." She pushed him back gently, and he all but collapsed into the couch. Donna turned toward Curt and beckoned with one finger. "Your turn. Come take your medicine, honey." Curt grinned, his heart trip-hammering in his chest at the very sight of her and the raw carnality of what was happening -- but he had other plans in mind. "No, Mom, I think it's your turn to take your medicine," he said, and reached down to take her by the shoulders. He pulled her to her feet and then pushed her onto the couch next to Tyler. Her breasts bounced as she landed, and she looked up at him with cheerful indignation. Quickly, he sat down on the couch next to her and kissed her passionately, cupping a hand over her breast, savoring the feel of her flesh. Their tongues twined, and she moaned as she leaned into him. "So aggressive," she said when they broke the kiss, smiling. Instead of answering, he put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back against the couch. He lowered his mouth to her breast and began to flick his tongue across her left nipple. Her reaction was instantaneous; her back arched and she thrust her breast toward him, her hand going to the back of his neck and pulling his head in. He closed his mouth around her nipple, then as much of her breast as he could, and her breath quickened, her body tensed. After watching this for a few moments, Tyler leaned over and took her other breast in his mouth, licking and sucking at her right nipple. Donna's gasps became loud moans as she put her arms around both of them and pulled them close, her whole body quivering. "Oh my god... my sweet boys... please..." she whimpered. "Please take me, please..." While Curt was still attempting to parse what she'd just said -- he was more than a little distracted -- Tyler was already in action. He slid off the couch and pulled his mother along with him, coaxing her into a kneeling position in front of Curt. Donna's head was in Curt's lap, her elbows resting on the couch, as Tyler positioned himself behind her. Looking up at him with her large brown eyes, Curt's mother took his cock in her hand, squeezing it, and he felt a thrill surge up his spine. Deliberately holding his gaze, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, waiting for him to take control. Following her cue, he put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her forward, pushing his cock into her mouth. Donna moaned softly as she took him in, and then her moan became a loud, muffled exclamation as Tyler entered her from behind, his hands on the swell of her hips. Curt felt his mother's entire body quiver, watched as her eyes squeezed shut as if she were in agony. The sight of her ecstasy aroused him further, and he buried his fingers in her hair and pushed his cock further into her mouth as Tyler fucked her from behind. The minutes stretched out, the only sound in the room their heavy breathing, Tyler's low grunts, his mother's high-pitched whimpers. Curt felt himself nearing orgasm, and struggled to last a little longer, madly reciting incorrect multiplication table in his head. His mother, apparently sensing his condition, pulled back with a deep breath, gasping happily as his cock slid out of her mouth. "Oh my sweet, beautiful boys," she gasped. "Oh god, Tyler, I'm..." she tensed and gave a high-pitched shriek, and Curt knew that she had just orgasmed. Instead of stopping, Tyler fucked her harder, and Curt watched as she came again, her mouth wide open in complete abandon, her fist closing almost painfully on his cock as her body convulsed in pleasure. "Oh my god... oh, sweethearts... Tyler, stop for a second, please..." Breathing heavily, Tyler leaned back and slipped out of her. Brother and mother moaned together as they separated. She sagged, her breasts dangling as she tried to regain her composure. "What...?" Tyler asked, gasping for breath. His entire body was covered in sweat. "I want you two to do something for me," she said, rising up on her knees. "What is it?" Curt asked. "I want you two to..." she laughed, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was asking for. "I want you to make a mess out of me. I want you to come on me. All over me. Please?" Tyler gaped at his mother in disbelief for a moment, then barked a soft laugh. "Holy shit," he said. He glanced at Curt, who nodded his assent. The two of them picked her up and deposited her on the end of the couch, then stood over her, side by side. She looked up at the both of them, smiling. "My boys," she said, and then took Tyler in her mouth again. Tyler groaned and took her head in his hands, his fingers disappearing into the curls of her hair. He began to thrust into her mouth, gently at first, then harder and faster, until he was fucking her mouth. The harder he went, the more she seemed to like it, and she braced her hands against his legs, her eyes shut tight. "Mom--" Tyler groaned suddenly, and pulled back. "Yes, sweetheart, yes--" Curt watched as Tyler came, thick spurts of some splattering against his mother's mouth, her cheek, her neck, her breasts, dripping down her body. The sight itself was nearly enough to make him come, and when she turned toward him, eyes closed, mouth open, it took only a thrust or two inside her mouth to finish him. Donna laughed as he came on her neck and breasts, then leaned forward to catch the last spurts in her mouth, letting the white fluid sluice down her tongue. She leaned back, coughing a little, and spit up a small mouthful of white. She was dripping all over, white dribbles trailing down her breasts, stomach, and thighs. "Oh my," she said, satisfied. "Look at the mess you made of your mother. My nasty, messy boys." "Did..." Tyler gasped, leaning against the wall for stability. "Did you like the game?" "Yes, honey," Donna said. "I loved it. But please don't tell me it's over. It's going to be Christmas for awhile yet." # # # They each took turns showering, and then retired to the master bedroom. They slid between the cool sheets, the two brothers taking turns kissing and fondling their mother, until they finally fell asleep, exhausted. Curt woke the next morning to find the pilot light had gone out in the night, and the room was freezing. He turned to find his mother curled on her side, Tyler spooned behind her, his hand cupped around her breast. He pushed a curl of brown hair out of her face, and her eyes fluttered open. Curt had been afraid that the morning would bring regret, recrimination, anger, maybe worse. The previous night already seemed like a form of mild insanity, but one that he had enjoyed tremendously. The next few moments would tell whether or not he was alone. He saw his mother smile. "Morning, sweetheart," she said, and kissed him. "My beautiful boy." "Morning, Mom," Curt said. "How did you sleep?" "Like a very satisfied woman," she said, and stretched. He looked at her face and saw only contentment and pleasure -- an expression he hadn't seen in a very long time. "I love you, Mom," he said impulsively. "I love you, too, sweetie," she answered. Behind her, Tyler awakened and kissed her on the shoulder, and the three of them huddled together for warmth, Donna wedged firmly between them. Donna smiled as she felt their hands moving over her body, caressing her flesh. "You two made me so happy last night. I didn't know I'd raised my two boys to be such wonderful little perverts." "I don't think we knew it either, until last night," Curt said. "But I'm glad we found out." "It's going to be an interesting four days," Tyler said. "It certainly is," Donna said, as she rolled over to straddle Curt. She kissed him gently, her bare breasts pressed against him. "Now, what are you going to do about the heat? Your poor mother is freezing." "I guess we'll think of something," Curt said, and returned the kiss. Tyler rose up on his knees behind her, taking Donna's ass in his hands. The two of them began caressing her body. "Oh my," Donna said. "You two aren't going to get competitive on me, are you?" "What did you expect?" Curt asked as he slipped into her from underneath. She gasped in astonishment, then gave a groan as Tyler began to gently push his cock into her ass. "Yeah, Mom, what did you expect?" Tyler said. "We're brothers." Added by Pilot

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