Free Use Mommy 2

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All descriptive sex scenes are between people 18 and older.

This is a work of fiction. All names and persons in this story are fictional and any resemblance to actual people living or dead is purely coincidental.

For a better understanding of the characters and their mindsets please read Chapter 1. For those of you that have and provided comments, after reading Chapter 1 thank you.

Prologue -- The story is from the POV of Abby, a 43-year-old recently widowed

mother of three sons, Matthew 23, Mark 21 and Luke 18.

Part 2

I woke up the next morning in bed by myself. I quickly came to the conclusion that the events of the night before were real and not a dream. I kept thinking I should feel guilt or remorse for the actions of yesterday, but I didn't. In fact, the only emotions I had was of complete sexual satisfaction and a deep love for my boys and the memory of their father. My boys made love to me, and I made love to them. They made sure I was satisfied, and I made sure they were too.

As I was reminiscing of the events of yesterday, I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard sounds from the downstair kitchen. It was then I realized as great as the time with my boys was, I was going to have to face them again. This made me very anxious. I knew I still loved them as sons, but would they still look to me as their mother? Would they think less of me? Would they still love me?

Luke was the only child still living at home. Matt and Mark had their own place across town, but they still had rooms here at the house. I got up showered put on some panties, a camisole and my robe, my usual morning attire.

Before heading downstairs, I checked myself out in the full-length mirror in my bedroom. I am 5'10" with a lanky build. Long legs, long arms, small but sensitive breasts. After John died, I lost the desire to keep my appearance up. I cut my thick, long strawberry blonde hair into a pixie cut. I am also ashamed to say I let my bush and pits grow out. I wore shorts a lot so did keep my legs shaved. Even though I am blonde I have a very thick kinky hair both under my arms and my bush. I thought to myself I need to do some landscaping in those areas.

Heading downstairs I was a little apprehensive in what type of reception I would receive from who was there. As I entered the kitchen, I found Luke eating a bowl of cereal. He looked up, smiled and said, "Good morning mom, did you sleep good?"

He had the cat who ate the canary look on his face. I responded, "I slept great, thank you for asking."

Luke was my youngest and probably the most handsome of my boys. He was 6'6" about 225. He was an all-state basketball star already committed to play at State next year. He looked like his brothers but a little taller and like me lanky. Matt and Mark took after their father both around 6'4" and 240. Both, like their father had wavy dark brown hair, very dark brown eye and a slight coating of chest hair. Luke was more like me light brown hair, hazel eyes and no chest hair. He also had a smile that would melt your heart.

Luke without looking up said, "Mom, last night was incredible. I have wanted to make love to you since I was 12."

I was stunned by this revelation and only uttered back, "It was incredible, but we need to talk about what happened."

Luke interrupted me, "What's to talk about you love me I love you and we made love, and I want to do it again." He stood up and I could see his 10" cock was hard and sticking out above his basketball shorts. "I need you now, I can't go to school like this."

"No, you can't. go to school like that. Come here." I am not sure what came over me. Maybe I was still on a sexual high from yesterday or maybe I just wanted to help out my baby. He approached and I pulled down his basketball shorts exposing his massive penis which was so hard it was standing straight up against his belly. I pulled it down stroked it a few times before wrapping my lips around it. John was, like Matt and Mark around eight solid inches and I would deep throat him, but I was having problems with those extra two inches. It didn't seem to matter because after about five minutes of bobbing my head on his beautiful cock he announced he was going to come which made me bob faster until I received a mouthful of cum.

His cock was starting to deflate as he withdrew it. He looked down at me, smiled and said, "Thanks, Mom I needed that." Turned and went upstairs to finish getting ready for school.

I reached down running my hand into my panties rub my clit and came quickly as I savored his cum in my mouth. I went to my room knowing I might not be able to stop myself if I was to see Luke again before he headed to school.

A little later I heard the front door open and close and looked out to see Luke get in his car and leave for school. I sat down on the bed. I couldn't believe that in the last 24 hours I made love to all of my sons, including giving my youngest a blow job before he left for school. I had to get this under control. I was spiraling. I craved the intimacy I lost due to John's passing and my sons were willing to provide it. It feels wrong to do what we did but so right doing it. I was both physically and emotionally exhausted, so I leaned back on to the bed and fell into a deep slumber.

I slept for about an hour dreaming of making love to my husband John. The problem was as my dream progressed, John's face changed to Matthew's face, it would then morph into Mark's and Luke's. I immediately masturbated to, two orgasms thinking of my sons.

I got up and paced around the room thinking of what to do with this situation and finally came to the following plan. I sent a text to all three boys asking them to clear this evening, Friday, and come to the house for a family dinner, followed by a family meeting. All three responded they would be there.

I planned a nice dinner and then sat down and wrote out some comments that I felt needed to be shared about our situation. Comments like, "What we did was wonderful but wrong and shouldn't happen again." Another I thought of was, "It is wrong for mothers to have sex with their sons, so this shouldn't happen again." I had a theme going that it shouldn't happen again. I knew deep down inside that I wanted it to happen again and again and again, I knew I would not be strong enough to say no I just hope the boys would be.

I busied myself the rest of the day preparing dinner. I decided on a traditional fare of roast beef, mash potatoes and green beans. I also prepared an apple pie for dessert. The table was set the food was ready so decided to go shower and change. In the shower I kept on having flashbacks to the day before and soon found myself using the pulse setting on the shower head to bring myself to a climax. What the hell was wrong with me.

I chose my clothes carefully as I didn't want to be too provocative. A pair of jeans, sandals, a bra that I normally do not wear and a three-quarter sleeve white blouse. A very conservative look. I was ready to meet the boys.

As I came downstairs Luke was the first to arrive home. As he entered, he said, "Hi mom, have a good day? I'm looking forward to a great meal."

"Your favorite, Roast beef and mash potatoes. Go get cleaned up your brothers should be here shortly." Matt and Mark arrived about 15 minutes later.

We sat and talked as we ate dinner. Nothing was said about the events of yesterday, we mainly talked about State and how bad the football team will be this year. This reminded me of our family dinners when John was alive, Sports dominated all our conversations. Luke brought up the basketball team noting that they will be much improved due to him being on the team. Matt and Mark just rolled their eyes and laughed.

After dessert the boys cleaned upped while I sat on the couch drinking my third glass of Pinot Grigio. I noticed Matthew went upstairs for a few minutes but didn't think much of it as he still had a room up there. Soon all the boys made it back into the living room.

I sat in my chair and Matt being the oldest sat in his dad's chair directly across from me. Mark and Luke sat on the sofa. I started by saying, "I am sure you all know why I called this family meeting. The events of yesterday."

Luke broke in and said, "And this morning."

Matt and Mark both asked, "What happened this morning?

I was stunned as Luke said, "Mom gave me a morning blow job so I didn't go to school with a hard on."

Matt and Mark both looked at me with smiles on their faces. I turned a deep shade of red.

Matt was the first to speak and said, "Mom, we love you and we know you miss dad terribly. We also know you were probably going to say something along the lines that it happened but can't happen again. Am I right?"

I just nodded my head in the affirmative.

Matt went on, "We know you and dad had a great sex life. You guys were noisy, and the walls are thin. Mark and I would beat off listening to the two of you go at it. The three of us talked earlier and we are willing and ready to take dad's place in the bedroom."

Matt got up and walked to me putting his hands out to help me up. As I got up Matt hugged me close and then we exchange a kiss not as mother and son but as lovers. Matt then said, "Mom, we are going upstairs. Mark, Luke come on we have some work to do."

I followed Matt up the stairs without question. His personality was so like his dad's. He had a presence of authority that people wanted to follow and obey. I always knew I had a submissive streak especially when it came to John and now to Matt and most likely Mark and Luke too.

As we entered the master bedroom I stopped when I noticed to wrist and ankle restraints on the bed. An 8" dildo, a butt plug, sleep mask, and a collar with a leash on the nightstand. I said, "What the hell, where did those things come from?"

Matt just chuckled and said, "Mom, I found the box with your toys under the bed when I was 14 while looking for Christmas presents. You and dad had a little kink going on, didn't you?"

What could I say, I was caught and embarrassed. I just stood there looking at the bed and what Matt called my toys. Memories flooded my mind of John and I playing with our toys. John using his alpha male status to secure me by the leather restraints to the bed and then ravage my body. It is odd to say that being bound with no control was so sexually liberating. I knew I wanted the feeling again and I also knew my boys were the ones to provide it.

Matt walked up to me and started to unbutton my blouse. Once unbuttoned he pushed it off my shoulders and it seemed to float to the floor. Actions around me seemed to be moving in slow motion. My bra was next. It hooked in the front and once unsnapped it slid off my shoulders and joined my blouse at my feet. Matt leaned forward and kissed my nipples. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was led to the bed and instructed to lie down which I did. Matt secured both wrists via the leather restraints. I was self-conscience due to my hairy under arms. I chose not to shave thinking my speech would stop any further sexual activity with my boys. How wrong I was.

Matt looks over at Mark and said, "Your turn, take off Mom's jeans and whatever else is left. I will be right back." Mark removed my sandals first. He then made a production of removing my jeans by massaging up and down my legs with his strong hands working his way to my crotch. Once there he gave my pussy a squeeze through the fabric, and I moaned to his touch. Mark then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He called Luke over and each one of them took a leg and pulled them off. I was only in my panties now. They surprised me when the secured my ankles but not for long as Mark ripped the panties from my body.

I was now naked, bound spread eagled in front of my three boys. Mark came over and gently placed the sleep mask over my eyes. As he did this, he leaned in and kissed my lips. He then leaned over me bit my ear lobe as he said, "You are at our mercy, your body belongs to us, and we plan to use it all night.

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I wasn't afraid, I knew my boys would not hurt me. Just the opposite I knew they would be providing me a night of immense pleasure. It was then I heard Matt return, and he said, "I got them." I wasn't sure what he meant by that until I heard a buzzing sound.

Matt was defiantly in charge when he said, "Mark, you get to go first." The buzzing was getting close to my ear when all of a sudden, I felt the trimmer run through my under arm trimming my hairy pit. It sent a shock wave all the way to my pussy. I let out a gasp and I heard the boy's chuckle. Matt then said, "Pass the trimmer to Luke so he can do the other arm. Again, I gasped. My under arms have aways been a source of pleasure for me. How did they know. John, used to lightly run his fingernails across them. Who knew the under-arm area was such an erogenous zone.

After they used the trimmer, I felt a cool menthol foam, shaving cream, being applied to both areas. Matt said, "Take it slow, no cuts, just nice and smooth." The feeling of my under arms being shaved by someone else was electric. I could feel my pussy beginning to flow and my nipples hurt they were so hard.

It must have been Matt who lifted my hips up and placed a towel under my butt. I was glad he did otherwise I would have soaked the sheets, and no one likes to lay in the wet spot. Matt then said, "Mom, you are one hairy lady, and my face is still sore from me eating you out yesterday, so I am going to do a little landscaping." Mark and Luke were wiping my, under arms clean. Luke even bent down and kissed the one he shaved which almost had me climaxing.

I heard the trimmer being turned on and Matt slowly ran it through my hairy pubes. When the vibrations came close to my clit I yelled out, "Oh God." Matt quickly moved it away and trimmed all around it without getting too close. Teasing me. I was moving my hips trying to make contact when Matt placed it right above my clit and I had my first orgasm of the night. My butt came completely off the bed as I moaned and groaned. It is one of the most intense orgasms I could remember.

Matt then said, "Mom, I am going to shave you clean now so please be still. We don't want any accidents." The cool menthol feeling sent more chills through me and then the feel of the razor on my most sensitive area was so stimulating it took everything I had to stay still. He unbuckled to ankle straps so he could have Mark and Luke hold my legs up and apart so he could shave close to my lips and even shaved my anal area. I should have been embarrassed but I was on a sexual high all I could do was groan.

Matt reattached the ankle straps and then wiped away the excess foam. He then said, "Let me check out the job I did." He buried his face into my crotch, and I came violently as he sucked my clit between his teeth. I thought I might dislocate something I thrashed around so much. It was then I heard clothes being removed and I knew the night was about to get very interesting.

I needed to get fucked, enough teasing, I then almost in a yell, "Please someone, I don't care who, someone please fuck me." It wasn't a second later, I believe it was Matt, but I wasn't sure, someone mounted me and pumped me with a vengeance. I wasn't being made love to I was being fucked, and I loved it.

Luke, I could tell, put his cock to my mouth and I immediately sucked it in. The problem was the fucking I was getting and no hands I was having a problem keeping in my mouth until he grabbed my head and literally face fucked me. I thought I might pass out. Luke pulled out a had a massive cum on my face and neck. Soon thereafter Matt pulled out a roared like his father used to and came on my stomach.

I was trying catch my breath when Mark unhooked my ankles freeing my legs. He placed his arms under my knees rolling me up, so my feet were pointed straight up and then impaled me with is cock. In this position he was hitting my cervix which was both pain and pleasure, but mostly pleasure. I thought, I hope Luke doesn't try this position. We soon both came together. He placed his load as deep as he could. Pregnancy was not an issue as my tubes were tied after Luke was born.

After Mark came, we all laid around catching our breath. I was untied and unmasked. I looked at my boys with love and pride for the men they had become. They looked at me as a woman who was their mother first and now a lover. Being young men their lust soon showed as their erections returned. Luke was first this time mounting me doggy I took turns going from Matt and Mark blowing their cocks. I was in heaven.

The boys all stayed at the house through the weekend. I was a free use Mommy again and was fucked more times than I can count. By Sunday night I was exhausted and sore, and we finally had our talk. I told the boys this marathon was a onetime thing. I wouldn't survive another one.

The genie was out of the bottle. We were not going back to the mother/son relationship we once had. We decided that we will continue to have sex as our needs, mine or theirs, arises.

I miss John and I know, at least right now I am not interested in finding a new husband. I also know most people would find what I am doing repulsive. All I know I am the happiest I have been since John died. I also believe my boys understand and are handling this relationship well. I can't foresee the future so I have no expectations as how all this will end. My hope is they all find loving wives and bring me beautiful grandchildren. Until then I will let my boys enjoy their free use mommy.