"Keep it up, mister. See where that kind of talk gets you." Becca pointed to the couch. "Just go sit down over there."
"Oh, am I in time-out?" Paul blinked incredulously.
"Until you learn to behave."
Paul's defiant glare didn't waver, but he shrugged and did as she ordered. His big, hard cock didn't wilt a fraction of an inch, and she found it impossible to ignore. Resolved as she was to discipline him, a shudder of desire ran through her and she realized that she was far more a captive of her own libido than of anyone else's demands. The yearnings that she'd suppressed for so many years had burst free and were running wild in her.
Seeing her younger son's balls so heavy with his first rich cumload of the day, she weakened. Who was she really punishing, here?
An idea occurred to her.
"Good boy," she cooed. "You just sit there and do as you're told and maybe Mommy will give you something nice."
"Like what?"
She shrugged off her nightie and strutted over to shove her tits in Paul's face. "How would you like to fuck these?"
"Shit, yeah!" he exclaimed. "That is, I mean--Yes, Ma'am!"
Becca knelt before him, the undersides of her soft, round tits resting on his knees. Her large pink nipples were hard. He scooted forward in his seat, taking his cock in hand and rolling the head across the tops of her tits.
"I been looking forward to this. Man, I love these big funbags."
"What a rude word," she chided him, secretly pleased. Paul's crudeness often startled her, but it aroused her as well. Whenever he spoke this way about her body his voice was tinged with an unmistakable note of awe. No other man had ever admired her gifts as unreservedly as her sons did, which to her mind compensated for any lapses in their etiquette.
She slid her slender fingers under her tits and lifted them to his face. "They are rather big, aren't they? Would you like to suck Mommy's nipples some? Get her good and horny before she lets you slide your cock between them?"
Paul bent forward, mouth open and eager to capture a mouthful of warm tit-flesh. Becca leaned away from him.
"Too bad." She raised one nipple to her mouth and flicked her tongue across it, trailing saliva over the stiff nubbin. "I can do it for myself." She pressed her pillowy lips to the puckered areola and inhaled, gradually drawing in as much of the spongy globe as her mouth could hold. She sucked hard for a minute, keeping an eye on his reaction, then released and swapped the tit out for its twin, mouthing and tonguing each until both were so flushed and dark pink that they matched the color of her nipples.
Her cunt-cream flowed freely and she reached between her legs to scoop up a handful, massaging it into the deep valley of her cleavage to lubricate it for Paul. Nudging his knees apart, she shuffled forward to nestle his shaft between her tits. His body heat radiated through her chest as she pushed her tits together to form a snug pocket around his cock.
Paul put his hands on top of hers and started moving his hips, rocking up and down. His prick felt even bigger than usual as it glided between her tits. She bowed her head and opened her mouth so that he could aim his glans right into it whenever his cock poked up from between her big melons. She gave the tip a quick swipe of her tongue every time it appeared.
It didn't take much of this treatment before he started to go off. Jism shot from his cum-slit, hitting her chin and running down her neck. His cock kept thrusting, causing cum to splash over her tits and fill up her cleavage as his cock-head disappeared into it. Ah, the marvels of youth! A few hours of rest had recharged his cum-tanks such that his mother's chest was soon covered in a pearly sheen of jism.
When Paul was done, Becca took her tits in her hands again and licked them clean of his semen. He slumped back on the cushions with an idiot's grin plastered across his face.
"Now, you promise to be good from now on?" Becca taunted.
"I promise, Mama."
Her eyes sought Michael's, searching for traces of jealousy or disapproval. He'd stood behind the couch watching her performance all this time without making a sound. Seeing that his cock was like steel again, she knew that they were all good--a happy family, at last.
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Later that afternoon, Paul and Michael reclined next to each other on the curved rattan bench that surrounded the hot tub on the cottage deck, both sipping beer from cans while Becca took turns riding each of their stiff cocks.
Facing away from Paul, she crouched on the balls of her feet on the vinyl cushion on either side of his hips and took his entire cock into her cunt with every bounce.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck!" she chanted breathlessly as she moved up and down. Her cries filled the salt air loudly enough to drown out the calls of seagulls on the shore. At first, she'd been shy about fucking outdoors. But this stretch of beach was deserted, and the only access from the long coastal road was on the far side of the house. Besides, her sons had her worked up into such a horny frenzy that she'd have been willing to mount them on the fifty-yard line of the Super Bowl stadium during halftime. Despite swearing that they'd never shared a woman before, the guys handled her like a couple of studs experienced at double-dicking. They'd been that way since the first night of her seduction.
Michael relaxed beside the fucking couple, eyes half-closed but taking in the sexy spectacle of his mother gyrating on his brother's prick like a sex-starved nympho--which Becca herself was beginning to believe might be the truth. Who but a cock addict would embrace son-fucking incest so joyously as she had?
She slowed her fucking movements, leaning forward and bracing her hands on Paul's knees while moving her pelvis in small tight circles. She luxuriated in feeling the contours of his cock helmet stirring her sensitive tissues just inside her clinging pussy lips. Dropping down another few inches, she was able to direct that sweet friction right against her G-spot.
It was all about control. Fucking in this position enabled her to indulge herself and enjoy her sons at her own pace, varying the angle and depth of penetration to maximize her pleasure while directing and encouraging their efforts with little snaps of her slick, agile cock-tunnel around their pricks. That turnabout was only fair. Paul and Michael had started out this vacation intending to reduce their mother to a submissive slut. Now, she would make them her trained stallions: broken to the saddle, but not too tame.
Her climax took her without warning, knocking the air from her lungs. She slumped back against Paul's hard chest, recovering her breath in ragged gasps. Head on his shoulder, she put a hand on his cheek and turned his face to hers, rewarding him with a long, deep soul kiss.
"I ain't come yet," Paul croaked. It was both a boast and a plea.
"Just settle down. Haven't you shot your load enough times for one day? Mama wants to keep you good and hard for more fun later." She rose and hopped off his lap, letting his prick slip from her cunt. She ran an index finger along the slippery cleft of his cock-head. "It's your turn to watch for a while."
Michael held out his arms to her. She stepped up onto the cushion and straddled him. Reaching back between her legs for his cock, she traced her delicate fingers over the round fullness of his cum-laden ball sack and then up the silky, hard girth of his prick. Kissing him lightly on the lips, she eased his glans into the wet open mouth of her cunt.
She was ready. She was so ready...nearly an hour, now, of switching between her sons, riding them at her leisure to cum after toe-curling cum, had rendered her fuck-tunnel wet and supple and hungry for as much forbidden, incestuous cock as she could get.
"Give it to me, Sweetie," she murmured, descending onto Michael's cock ever so slowly. She gloried in the magic of being filled with hot, hard male meat. That she was fucking her own flesh and blood made it so much better, as it had when she'd first ravished her brother. Now their son was giving his mother what she'd thought was lost to her forever.
She tweaked and toyed with his nipples, making him groan and buck his hips up off the cushion to drive half his prick into her cunt. She hefted one of her heavy tits in one hand, pressing it to his mouth. "Suck my titty. Don't be gentle, suck hard--Yesss, that's what Mother likes...I'll teach you all the little things that please me. You'll learn, won't you?"
"I will, I promise," Michael mumbled, sucking Becca's tit-flesh deep into his mouth. An electric shiver raced from her tit to her cunt when he nibbled at her erect nipple.
"Of course you will." She tousled his russet hair, so like his father's. "Because you know, when you please Mother, Mother gives you more pussy." She slowly tightened her inner muscles around her son's cock. His eyes rolled back under their lids.
Paul looked on with sullen envy. That suited Becca fine. Maybe it was wrong to play her sons against each other this way, but she told herself it was all for a good cause. They'd allied to have their ways with her. She couldn't permit that. Encouraging a healthy fraternal competition for her favors was in her best interest, and she'd convinced herself that it was in Paul and Michael's as well. Because no matter how confident they might be of their sexual mastery, she had a lifetime of sexual experience to impart to them.
