Free-Use Mommy

The impossibly loud footsteps of my eldest son, David, were an earthquake that shook the walls around me. He made a surprisingly effective alarm clock — disturbing the sanctity of the bed I shared with his younger brother, Alex.

"Is he awake already?" Alex grumbled.

The morning sun had yet to poke through the tightly pulled blinds, but that never stopped David from stomping around like he owned the place.

I lovingly traced his forearm with my fingernails. "I think so, honey."

I stretched my sleep-laden limbs to their fullest, awakening the muscles necessary to drag my sluggish corpse out of bed. Before I could escape from under the covers, I was pulled back in by two long, slender arms wrapping themselves around my tummy.

Alex, younger than David by just two years, spooned me from behind with his half-hard morning wood prodding my backside. "Good morning, Mommy."

"Good morning, sweetheart," I cooed softly. "How did you sleep?"

Alex kissed the back of my neck. "Like a rock, thanks to you."

The love that we had built up over the last twenty-five years had been tried and tested from the day it began. Their father, whose name I refused to speak, had abandoned all five of us before the twins, Lane and Felix, had celebrated their first birthday. David was the only one with any real memory of the man, and even that was but a vague shadow.

I refused to pick favorites, but waking up in Alex's bed gave me a feeling of comfort that was unique among his three brothers. As the middle child between a dominant type-A and two younger, bratty twins, the penchant for slow lovemaking fell solely to him. I loved being with all of my children; they were each as different as grains of sand on a beach, and as such, I loved them all for very different reasons.

The duty of raising them fell solely to me. I was in every memory they had growing up; I made it so. I was willing to sacrifice anything if it meant making one more lasting memory with my boys. I never sought another relationship after my marriage fell apart and, instead, poured every ounce of energy and love I had into giving my sons the best childhood I could provide.

It was lonely, at least at first. I missed having an extra pair of hands helping with the mountain of upkeep that four boys require, but most of all, I missed having someone to curl up next to at the end of the night.

I had confided this truth to David on the night we celebrated his university acceptance, a few weeks after he had turned eighteen. The reality of losing my oldest child to the big, wide world had finally come crashing down and it scared me to death.

Some wires had gotten crossed and, in my state of vulnerability, I had allowed David to comfort me with a kiss that should have strictly been reserved for lovers, not a mother and her firstborn son.

"I should stop this,"

I remember thinking.

But I did not. In fact, it had gotten further out of hand than I ever could have imagined. One by one, as each of my sons turned eighteen, I had presented them with the same deal that I had given David, and one by one they had accepted it.

I would not find a man to replace their father, provided that they fill his shoes by filling — well, me! It should come as no surprise that, as per the nature of horny teenage boys, they were happy to oblige the request.

Lane and Felix jokingly referred to me as their 'Free-Use Mommy' over breakfast one morning and, though it was meant as a joke, I took the title very seriously. I was to be at the disposal of my young, rabidly hormonal sons, day in and day out, and I took to it like a duck to water.

They shared me like an expensive video game console that they had all pooled their money to pitch in for, and treated me with similar care. It may be considered objectifying to some women, but I thrived when my sons argued over who I would be spending the night with, who would be the one lucky enough to get their hands on me. I could pull the authority card at any moment, but enjoyed letting them feel a sense of power over me.

That morning, I found myself in Alex's arms, relishing the intense escapades we had gotten into the night before.

"You were spectacular, Mom. I wish we could do this every night!"

I reached behind my head, combing my fingers through his loose, brown hair. "Me too, honey. But the twins get to have me tonight, so you'll just have to wait your turn."

Alex grumbled with disappointment. "Ugh, fine. But for now, you're all mine."

I turned around to face him, but we were quickly interrupted by the return of David's imposing footsteps. He thundered down the hall, this time coming to a pause outside of Alex's room. My oldest son rapped on the door a few times, calling to us from outside, "Are you guys up yet?"

"No!" Alex hollered. "Come back later!"

David opened the door a crack and poked his head into the room. "It smells like sex in here."

I placed a finger on my lips. "Hmm, I wonder why that might be."

"Close the door, dumbass!" Alex threw a few pillows at the bedroom intruder.

David closed the door just enough to block the barrage of incoming missiles. Once Alex was out of ammunition, he opened the door all the way and stepped inside wearing a towel around his waist — but nothing else.

David turned his full attention to me, entirely ignoring his younger brother. "I have that interview in, like, two hours. Can you just jump in the shower with me really quick to help me unwind?"

My mothering instincts kicked in; my baby was scared and he needed my special brand of comfort. "Of course, sugar. Mommy will be right there."

"But Mom, what am I gonna do with

this

?" Alex threw off the covers, shedding light on his morning wood with a dismayed pout on his face. I had allowed him to spend the entire night with me, and even after extracting an impressive double orgasm from him he was

still

eager for more.

"I thought we fixed that last night?"

Alex bit his lip with a sheepish grin. "We did! But... well, I must have been thinking about you in my sleep."

"Is that so? And what would you request of your mother? Your brother is waiting for me as we speak!" The supply and demand for my body was always out of balance, making it extremely difficult to fulfill the desires of all my sons at once.

"Hmm, maybe a blowjob?"

I shook my head. "Nuh-uh, honey. You take

way

too long when I use my mouth. Would you like a handjob instead? That always makes you cum quickly."

I prided myself on taking mental notes of my son's sexual preferences. There were many to keep track of, but motherhood taught me to memorize their habits with expertise. Whether it was Alex's particular disdain for tomatoes on his turkey sandwiches, or his unparalleled fascination with handjobs, it was all the same to me.

"I have the oil right here!" he announced confidently, as though he had been waiting for the green light to whip it out.

I rolled my eyes, but dutifully held out my open palm to accept the steady stream of mineral oil that he drizzled into it.

"Fast, okay? I'm serious!" I instructed.

Alex nodded obediently, though based on the incessant twitching of his cock, I did not believe he had much choice. The pulsating titan looked ready to pop at any moment.

I cuddled into Alex's chest. His arm fit around me like a puzzle piece, cradling me securely from behind, while I lay comfortably on his chest. I curled my fingers around the base of his dick and pried it off of his belly so that it pointed at the ceiling.

I marveled at the deep hue of the head - dark rouge like a plump, ripe plum. If I allowed him into my mouth, we would be here for the rest of the morning. Pavlov would have a field day analysing the way I drooled as soon as the rich, musky aroma of his manhood tingled the hairs in my nose. He smelled raw - ready to do battle.

My hand was already slippery from the oil, allowing my fingers to slide up the length of his shaft without having to release the tight squeeze I had on him. I traced the network of dark blue veins that ran along his length, as if I was guiding the blood flow directly to the bulging helmet.

Alex offered a deep sigh whose bassy tones grew louder, the closer I inched towards the tip, developing into a satisfied groan when I lodged my oily little fingers under the ridge of his cock head.

I gave him a few reassuring squeezes. I loved the way he flexed every time I increased the pressure around him, like his dick was fighting to get out, even though it was exactly where it wanted to be.

My hand continued its journey towards the tip, stopping only once, then I had the spongy, red mushroom lodged securely in my palm. It felt like I was holding onto a dragon's egg, the warmth and constant pulsations of his bloated dong made it feel like the damn thing was alive! I wrapped my fingers around him, creating a snug little pocket for him to throb within.

"Is that good, honey?" I kissed his chest.

"S-squeeze, Mommy." My son begged.

I obeyed, coiling my fingers tightly around the head. I had an inch or so with which I could pump my fist without destroying the cozy home I had made for Alex's cock, and I used the space as best I could. I worked my hand back and forth, gliding over the fat, shiny bulb with an airtight seal. The oil made quiet, albeit noticeable, squelching noises each time I reached the top - like his dick was thanking me at the end of every stroke.

I focused on the tip for a minute. One of Alex's legs was shaking in response to the unyielding stimulation, but he refused to ask for a break. I increased the speed of my stroking until the muscles in my arm begged me to slow down. I wanted to listen to them, but the enchanting siren song of Alex's impassioned moaning drove me forward. I had only been jerking him off for a minute or so, but could already tell that he was ready to burst. No matter how I had tired him out the night before, a good night's sleep put him right back into fighting shape.

"M-mom I'm gonna cum!" Alex wailed, burying his bony fingers into my backside.

That was the cue I was waiting for. The glorious finale was in sight, and I wanted to race to the finish. I had ignored most of his cock so far, content to focus on the tender, puffy knob at the end, but I did so with a purpose.

I dropped my closed fist into Alex's lap, cascading my oils fingers down the whole length in one fell swoop. I twisted my wrist to the left on the way down to add some much needed friction. As I glided my soggy mitt back up towards the head, my hand unwound in the opposite direction. I repeated this corkscrew motion over and over, dragging the entirety of his cock through my clenched fist with each meticulous stroke.

"Come on, honey," I begged him, placing a dozen wet kisses on his chest. "Cum for Mommy."

Alex's low, guttural groan echoed around his small bedroom. His fingers sunk into my plump bottom, likely leaving a smattering of obvious red markings where his nails dug in.

The dick in my hand told me exactly when it was about to cum, giving me less than a second to contain the mess. Right when the rod seized up, I dipped down and engulfed the throbbing, swollen head into my mouth, without a second to spare.

I hardly had time to taste his pre-cum on my tongue, as he launched furious expulsion of dense, sticky syrup against my tongue the moment I touched it. The pungent, salty flavour saturated my tongue, washing over it the way a high tide engulfs a sandy beach - each grain of sand a taste bud that eagerly welcomed the hot, briny flood.

A couple of thick, chunky ropes doused my tongue, adding the mouthful of that I was too enthralled to swallow. I wanted to feel

all

of it at once, so I waited patiently for my son to graciously deposit a few more dribbles of glue into the pile of paste I was collecting in my cheeks.

My hand pulled on the root of his cock, desperately trying to coax out another few droplets. The erratic spasms gave way to calm, predictable pulses as it slowly softened. I refused to let him go until the last second, so he would have to endure marinating in a bath of cum so thick that it could be classified as a solid.

The unrelenting mass was almost enough to make my cheeks bulge out, and I had to stifle a chuckle at the thought of being a cum-fueled chipmunk so that I did not accidentally spill the mouthful of baby-butter that he had so thoughtfully fed me.

Still semi-erect, I let Alex's cock fall from my lips. The head plopped against his belly, leaving behind a mark that glistened as brightly as the shimmering coating of saliva and leftover cum that clung to the dome like fresh paint.

I sat up straight and faced him. I tilted my head to the side and batted my eyelashes as seductively as I could.

"Did you...?" His eyes were wider than a football field.

I gave my head a small shake. I pursed my lips and blew out my cheeks, exaggerating the size of the load that I was struggling to stop from sliding into my stomach. I ushered the heap of melting butter to the back of my throat and straightened my neck.

I braced for impact, unable to stop myself from wincing when the slimy load plugged my throat. I swallowed the mouthful of salted butter, draining the pool with an audible

gulp.

My gut gurgled as soon as Alex's cum sank into my tummy, protesting the salty breakfast I had forced down in lieu of my traditional cup of coffee.

"Holy shit, Mom. That was amazing," Alex lauded.

I sucked in a much needed breath of air. "Thank you, honey. Mommy did good?"

"Mommy did

so

good!" Alex pulled me back down to his level and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me with no concern of whether or not he would taste his own cum still lingering on my lips.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth, searching for his, so they could dance together. I hated breaking up this special moment, but knew that David would be pounding down the door any minute if I did not make an appearance in the shower soon.

"Can I go see your brother now, honey? Is that okay?" I cooed.

Alex grumbled in annoyance. "Fine, but as soon as he's done can you come back to cuddle?"

"Maybe, if the twins are still asleep. You know how they are!" I slid out from beneath the covers, and out of my son's arms. I gave him one last kiss then scampered out of his bedroom.

I was completely naked from the night before, but saw no reason to get dressed. I took off down the hall in pursuit of my tall, muscular firstborn.

A fat droplet of cum, still warm from the night before, landed on the inside of my thigh. The pearlescent goo smearing between my legs when I walked was difficult to ignore, and impossible not to obsess over.

I had been on the pill ever since my first night with David, giving my boys free rein to creampie me whenever their hearts desired. They had thought I was doing it for their enjoyment, but in truth, it was a selfish act. The feeling of their buttery cum sizzling inside me was as much for me as it was for them.

My stomach, and my pussy, were both full of Alex's cum. Some from this morning, some from the night before. It marked me as

his

, but only for as long as it took for one of his brothers to get their hands on me.

The brother in question that morning was David, who was already in the shower when I crept in. He did not see me, but the creaking of the door was enough to give me away.

"Just in time!" he cheered happily.

I opened the cabinet below the sink and pulled out a bottle of green mouthwash. I did not want to get into the shower with my breath smelling of cum; I liked presenting my boys with the best version of myself.

Even though they were used to sharing me, and I was used to being passed around, I wanted each individual moment with them to feel special. As I swished the mint around my mouth, I took a moment to admire my body in the mirror.

Despite the endless assertions from my boys, I did not have the ego to see myself as 'the most beautiful woman in the world' as they so often claimed. I was no supermodel, but I was damn proud of myself for managing to stay in shape while raising them all on my own.

David and Alex had sprouted past me with their respective growth spurts, so I was thankful that the twins were only a few inches taller than me. At times, I felt like Tinkerbell, vying for the attention of the giant beings around me. The difference between us was that I had a sure-fire way of getting that attention, despite my small stature.

If I had a quarter for every compliment my sons had paid to my boobs over the years I would be able to send all four of them to Ivy League universities. I never saw them as more than a hindrance, of which their enormous size was a daily reminder, but over time, I came to appreciate them.

The deep trenches bore into my shoulders from ill-fitting bras became a badge of honour, and one that I wore with pride. Seeing the joy on my son's faces whenever they laid eyes on my naked breasts, was enough to balance the scales - a truly amazing feat considering the weight they had to contest with!

My core was not as tight as it had been when I was pregnant with David, and over time I developed a 'mommy muffin' as my son's affectionately named it. I missed feeling slender and toned, but none of my children ever seemed to mind. In fact, the way they occasionally dug their fingers into my soft tummy pudge made me think that they enjoyed feeling the dough ooze through their tightly curled fingers. As long as they liked what they saw, and touched, I was a happy mother.

That same logic applied to my backside. My boys spared no love for my plump, shapely derrière, giving me the same sense of pride in my huge caboose that they had for the rest of my body. I could not count how many times I had knocked something off of the counter by simply trying to turn around, but any time I did, Felix and Lane would crack up so hard that I could not convince myself to stay mad at the oversized wagon following me everywhere I went.

I stopped wearing underwear about a year ago to silence the complaints I would receive anytime one of them copped a quick feel when we passed in the hallway. With the number of times hands were laid on my ass in one day, fingers sinking into my supple flesh until their knuckles turned white, it became easier to simply eliminate underwear entirely - unless we were leaving the house, of course.

I ran my fingers through the dense jungle of chestnut fur above my pussy. Knowing the wide variety of preferences that men have, I left it to my boys to decide as a group how I would be shaven. I preferred being totally bare, but loved hearing them debate over what shape, if any, the carpet would take. Watching them work together had tugged on my deepest instincts as a mother, so when they had concluded that they wanted 'a medium-sized triangle' I was so infatuated by their teamwork that I would have given them any shape they had asked for.

As long as my sons were happy, nothing else in the world mattered.

David stopped me from staring at my reflection when he asked, "Is his cum still inside of you?" It was not an accusation, but an honest question.

I was pretty sure that I knew the answer, but could not resist the urge to confirm for myself. I reached down and plunged a couple of fingers into my hole, rummaging around the warm pocket until my fingers were coated in the creampie that Alex had left in me the night before.

"It still feels like a lot, honey," I bit my lip, downplaying the thrill of having woken up still full. "But my mouth is all yours, if you want it."

David lit up. "Sounds good to me, Mom."

I hopped into the shower, making sure to keep my head out of the water so that my hair would stay dry. David's towering frame blocked out the ceiling light above our heads like he was a redwood eclipsing the sun.