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.
