All characters and situations are fictional.
All characters are above the age of consent.
Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.
I'm sitting in my apartment early on Saturday morning. Danny is still asleep but Junior is up and about. This is one of those times that I feel uncomfortable around my oldest boy. I mean, when you've been coerced into fucking and sucking your own son--three times in one night--that is to be expected.
At least he has no idea that it was me. At least, I hope to god he doesn't suspect that it was me. If so, he hasn't displayed any signs of it.
I remember being at his birthday dinner later that day. Every time he looked at me I'm pretty sure that I blushed in humiliation, remembering every moment of him inside my pussy and mouth. And of the three times he spilled his seed into me. And worse, the orgasms he gave me.
I think I've done a good job of putting that ordeal behind me; at least to being able to function around him without letting it drive me bat shit crazy.
But there are days that it hits me hard.
Take yesterday for instance. The morning started with a "quickie with Ricky." At least that's what he has taken to calling our fast encounters.
Sex has slowed down with us. Not because I don't want it. Well, part of me doesn't want it. But there is something special about being 44 and having an 18-year-old viral man desiring me. And he usually does a damn good job of satisfying me at the same time.
But with the boys back home for what little remains of the summer, it's hard to find alone time with Ricky when my kids, or his parents, aren't around. So, often we have gotten together in his apartment right after he gets home from his midnight shift at the gas station, or on his day off, after his parents have left for work and I am about to leave for work.
Junior and Danny are usually still asleep, but even if one or both of them is awake, they don't know that I stop at Ricky's before going downstairs. I text him when I'm ready to leave and he is waiting with the door open to let me in and we hurry to his room where I dutifully fuck or suck him.
Sometimes he meets me at the end of the parking lot on my way home and gets in the car so I can give him a quick blowjob.
There have even been times when he comes down to the laundry room to meet me and he fucks me doggie style while I bend over the washing machine.
Although I hesitate doing that after we were almost caught by Mrs. Tucker one evening. I never thought anyone would come down to the laundry room that late.
Yesterday, Ricky and I fucked in the morning. Then, after work, I went to Jimmy's to make a car payment. I had called the boys and told them that I was stopping at a local bar for happy hour with one of the girls from work. It turns out that Danny was out with some of his friends anyway.
Jimmy fucked me as expected. Unlike Ricky, the fat slob just fucks me quickly, when he doesn't want a blowjob, and sends me in my way.
Thankfully I only owe him $400 dollars.
I went home and entered the apartment. Apparently Junior didn't hear me come in. I walked down the hall and saw his door partially open. And I could see him laying on his bed jacking off while watching the video of us having sex on his iPad. Worse, he had just begun to cum. I stood there transfixed while watching my son shooting cum onto his belly while he watched the encounter with me.
I hurried back to the front door and opened it, then closed it loudly to alert him that I was home.
So, after fucking both Ricky and Jimmy, I watched my son masturbate, fully hitting me in the face with the memory of what we had done.
Then, for some goddamned reason that I cannot fathom, I ended up rubbing my clit to orgasm when I went to bed.
Maybe I should see a fucking shrink.
My phone dings. I look at it and see a message from Ricky. Although the name says 'Work 2' since I don't want my sons accidentally seeing Ricky's name pop up on my caller ID.
"I'm taking the trash out. Take yours and meet me at the dumpster in five minutes." The text says.
I'm dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. So I slip on my shoes and go to the kitchen to grab the half filled trash bag and head out the door. "Going to the dumpster!" I yell to Junior.
"Need me to do it?" He asks.
"No, I need to walk a bit anyway. Don't walk much since I bought the car." I say, as I hurry out the door.
Ricky is already downstairs with a bag of trash in his hand when I go outside.
"Good morning." He tells me. He is still dressed in his work shirt and jeans.
"Hey." I reply. "What do you want?"
"I have a proposal for you. Someone wants to fuck you again."
"Which one of your deviant friends are you trying to pimp me out to now?" I ask.
Ricky smiles. "Oh you're going to love this. It's Connor."
I nearly drop the trash bag. "No fucking way!" Shit, I said that too loud. A man walking through the parking lot looks up at us.
"He is leaving for boot camp on Tuesday, and he wants one more night with his favorite MILF. He asked me to arrange it last night."
"You can't expect me to do that again." I tell him.
"It gets better. He wants to have two women go down on him. He wants to watch them go down on each other too. I know a girl who said she would be willing. She is bi, but currently not seeing anyone. When I told her the details she said she would love to participate. She has mommy issues and said this would be something she would enjoy being part of."
"Fuck you."
"Look, you will wear the mask and wig. Connor won't know it's you. Hell, I'll bet you'll get off big time from it. Plus, I'll give Jimmy a hundred bucks towards your debt."
"$100 dollars is nothing compared to what you're asking me to do." I snap.
We've reached the dumpster. Both of us toss our bags into it and start walking back.
"Look, Leigh. Connor really wants this. You can't let him go off to boot camp hard and horny. I bet I can make it $200 dollars. That's two less times you have to fuck Jimmy."
"I'd rather fuck Jimmy a thousand times than fuck Junior again. And I'm not having sex with any fucking woman."
"I promised him that you would do it. We're going to meet at the same motel at 7:00. If you're not there then Connor, Becky and I will just have fun together. And we'll watch the unedited version of your porn video while we're at it. Imagine Connor's face when he sees you remove that mask."
I gasp at the thought. "You wouldn't dare."
"What do I have to lose. He's leaving town in a few days, so I won't see him again. But just think of what he'll think about you."
"Please, you can't make me do this."
Ricky dares to reach up and grab my right tit. "Come on, you will get off big time. I promise. Who knows, maybe he'll just want to fuck Becky after watching the two of you have sex. She is younger after all."
I shake my head. "Promise me you'll try to talk him into fucking her. I hate it, but I'll fuck the bitch if you get Junior to fuck her instead of me."
"I'll try," Ricky says, "You better make sure to shave your pussy so he doesn't see any dark pubes."
With that, he hurries up the stairs ahead of me. I slowly follow up after him, wondering how I'm going to go through with this tonight.
A few minutes after 4:00 I park in the lot outside of Jimmy's garage, where I have been instructed to meet Ricky. I told the boys that I am going to dinner and a movie with a couple girls from work. I'm dressed in jeans and a blue blouse, but I have the clothes that I need to change into in the back seat.
I grab them and go inside. Jimmy is there with Ricky. Brian is there also. I haven't seen him in a couple weeks. Truthfully, I do my best to avoid seeing him. Remembering him on top of me is somewhat disgusting.
"Go ahead and change." Ricky tells me.
"Here in the garage?" I ask. "What if someone walks in?"
"That's doubtful. Unless Becky shows up while you're changing." Jimmy says.
"And she's going to see you naked anyway." Ricky reminds me.
I look at Brian, not wanting to do this in front of him. But the ugly fucker has seen me nude before. So I remove my clothes.
"Bra and panties too." Ricky says, when I get down to them. "You want to look super sexy and have less to remove at the motel."
I do as instructed. I grab the white tee-shirt to put on, but Jimmy says, "Don't get dressed yet. Brian wants a blowjob."
"Damn right I do." Brian says, undoing his pants and exposing his hard dick.
"That wasn't part of the deal." I say.
"It is now." Ricky tells me.
"Yeah," Jimmy agrees, the guy hasn't had anything but his hand since that night with you."
"Come here." Brian says, as he leans back against a car, with his pants and underwear lowered to his knees.
I walk over and kneel on the dirty floor. I hope they take this into consideration when deciding on how much of my debt gets erased tonight. I grab Brian's boner with my right hand, open my mouth, and start sucking him.
"Oh that feels nice." Brian says.
"You decided to start without me." I hear a female voice say. I jump with a start and look to see what I assume to be Becky; a short, thin girl with softball sized tits, long, light brown hair and narrow eyes. She's pretty cute, but not beautiful. But I imagine most men would find her attractive. She is wearing a red tank top with no bra, and a pair of denim shorts.
"Keep sucking." Brian tells me.
I go back to work on his dick, trying to ignore the fact that this woman is watching us.
"Just getting her jaws loosened up for tonight." Ricky says.
Becky laughs. "Looks like she's making someone happy."
"You can join her." Brian suggests.