My Hot Brothers Ch. 2: Mom Gets a Surprise
My nineteen-year-old brother Jamie was fucking me nice and slow, doggie style, while his twin Johnny was feeding his ample cock to my hungry lips. My brothers loved this, their older sister in between them and pleasing both their young dicks simultaneously. I have to admit I liked it too. My pussy wet and warm and full of hard young dick while my lips sucked a savored its identical twin.
“Aw shit, Marian,” Jamie groaned. “I’m gonna blow, baby. Gonna blow my wad in your hot cunt.” His thrusts speeded up, while I moaned assent around Johnny’s throbbing pole pushing against the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck,” Johnny moaned. “Me too, sis. God you’re mouth is so fuckin’ hot!”
Hearing their voices, strained and husky with passion, sent me over the edge. My orgasm exploded through me, and I felt my cum juices surge over Jamie’s thrusting dick and balls, and trickling down my thighs.
Suddenly, I was being filled with hot musky cum from two spewing cocks. My pussy clenched, relaxed, and clenched again as Jamie erupted into my flowing depths. My mouth was filled with Johnny’s sweet fuck-muscle gysering jet after hot jet of hot creamy cum into the back of my throat. I swallowed it all and ground my hips to milk them both dry. Spent, we collapsed tangled together on the old sofa down in the den, me in between my two hot stud brothers. I loved that, their lean sweaty bodies next to mine, and their four hands to roam and caress me everywhere. And two mouths to lick and nibble both my tits at the same time. If you’ve never had that happen, girls, you’re in for a real treat!
I’d been fucking my brothers for about a year, ever since I caught them jacking off in the den while watching a porn video. Since then, I’d taught them how I liked to be pleased, and they were sweet and eager to learn. But in fairness, they taught me what they liked as well. The result was a threesome where experimentation was welcomed, improvisation frequent, and mutual satisfaction guaranteed. The only problem was that we could only play when mom wasn’t home.
Mom had raised us alone ever since our father had done a quick fade just after my brothers had been born. Although in her late forties, mom looked a lot younger. She was a beauty by anybody’s standards. Mom was tall, not quite six feet, but almost, and curvaceously well proportioned for her height and weight. Full firm breasts rode proudly over a waist that looked deliciously slender before flaring out over a firm round ass. Her legs were long and shapely, yet her feet and hands looked curiously small and delicate. When mom and I would go shopping, we’d hear whistles and sometimes not-so-subtle remarks of approval. Most of the time, we were taken for sisters rather than mom and daughter.
Single moms with three kids are not highly sought after. Mom dated some, sure, and a number of men found her more than just attractive. But three kids was a lot to ask of any guy, so Mom had never remarried. Moreover, with three of us, and the two boys babies, Mom had worked a lot, sometimes two jobs at the time. That didn’t leave her a great deal of time to socialize. When we were younger, of course, we didn’t think about it. But as my brothers and I grew older, we wondered what mom did for her kicks. I knew she had a drawer of toys in her bedroom. I found them accidentally when cleaning the house one day. She’d left a book on her bedside table, and I was going to put it in the drawer of the nightstand. In the drawer were several dildoes (some vibrating, some just big hard rubber cocks), a set of ben-wa balls, and ticklers of various shapes, sizes, and types. I had to grin at the fat butt-plug. Then I had this vision of mom, naked and on her back, her shapely thighs wide open, butt-plug in, and her working her pussy hard with one of the fat dildoes. My own pussy dampened as I thought of mom giving herself a ride on one of those huge artificial cocks, coming to a monstrous climax, and laying there alone afterwards, coming down with no warm arms around her, and nothing to cuddle too in that sweet afterglow.
These thoughts went through my mind as I lay between my two studs brothers. My mind’s eye saw her under them, just as I had been a few moments earlier. My nips tightened and I shivered as I imagined her rapture at Jamie and Johnny’s careful fucking.
“She’s thinking of something,” Jamie murmured sleepily on my right, one hand cupping my breast.
“And it must be good,” Johnny agreed, his fingers toying with my still wet and sticky slit. “She’s wetting up again.”
Jamie leaned over and gave my nipple a slow long lick, and looked up and said, “Don’t you
ever
get enough, Sis?”
I pulled both their heads to my breasts, with a happy little laugh. “With you two around, how can I help it?”
Johnny mounted me first, hard and ready again. Just as I was about to gush, he climaxed, and made way for Jamie to take his place and thrust me across the finish line into the winner’s circle.
A few nights later, I happened to be up when Mom came home from work. I’d been studying for an exam at school, and then couldn’t sleep, so I had decided to read some. I heard her walk up the stairs, and even her steps sounded weary. I sat listening to her go into her room, use the toilet, and then her steps in the hall.
She poked her head briefly into my room. She smiled, but I could see she was exhausted. “Hi, baby,” she said softly. “Keeping late hours aren’t you?”
I held up my chemistry book, and made a face. “Big test coming up,” I said.
She laughed quietly, and stepped into my room. She’d changed from her nurse’s uniform into a nightgown, a lovely blue satin sheath with spaghetti straps that came to her knees. Her full breasts strained at the thin shiny fabric, and I could easily make out the shape of her large nipples. It clung to the rest of her body not tightly, but enough to accentuate her ripe full-bodied figure. I found myself wondering if she had panties on underneath and quickly decided she couldn’t. Anything would have shown a line under that diaphanous gown.
“Well, don’t stay up too late,” she said, leaning over to kiss me on the forehead.
“I won’t,” I smiled. “Why don’t you hit the sack too? You look pooped.”
“Just as soon as I check on the boys,” she said heading for the door.
She walked out, and turned to the boys’ room at the end of the hall. I sat smiling for no good reason, and heard her quietly open the door to Jamie and Johnny’s room. Those two had been in bed for hours, and I hadn’t heard a peep out of them. In a few minutes, I realized I hadn’t heard mom walk back to her room. I got up and padded to my door and looked out.
Mom was standing in the boys’ doorway, one hand on the door jam, just staring. I walked down the hall, my bare feet making no noise in the thick carpet. When I saw inside their room, I knew why mom was staring. . The boys had a night-light plugged in at the door to their bathroom. But even that dim illumination was enough to give you quite an eyeful.
The evening was warm, and so was the house even with the air-conditioning going. My brothers always slept in the nude, and they had kicked off their bed covers, and were lying magnificently naked on top of the sheets of their beds. Jamie was sleeping on his belly, his strong round ass turned upwards. Johnny was on one side, his long fat cock draping languidly over his thigh. The only sound was their deep even breathing as they slept.
Mom jumped a little when I put my arm around her. She looked startled at first, but then smiled at me. She pulled the door closed, and we turned away down the hall towards our rooms. As we stepped away, she whispered softly, “They are pretty boys, aren’t they, Marian?”
I could see her nipples even more plainly through the thin satin of her robe. I smiled at her. “Yes, they certainly are. Pretty big, too.” I added, giving a little emphasis to the word big, and looking sideways out of my eyes to see if mom caught it.
If she did, she gave no sign. We walked to her room. She said good night, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and went into her room and closed the door. I went back to my room, and lay down. I still wasn’t sleepy, even though it had to be around two in the morning. I had turned my light out and was trying to sleep, tossing and turning and not able to find any one position that was comfortable. I was suddenly aware of sounds coming from the room next door. From my mom’s room.
