Friday evenings were always a chore. The entryway to my bedroom was like a revolving door at a brothel. Three boys, each wanting there "go" at me. I should have bought stock in L'eggs pantyhose, as many as I go through.
"Damn it boys!! You'll each get your turn!," Exhaustion highlighting the raucous nature over the last several hours, had done a number on me. "I haven't seen your brother since he left for basic training; We would appreciate you not just barging in."
Closing the bedroom door and turning around, My tits, free from their dungeon, my tan nylons, lowered too my hips, tattered with cum and my black heels adorned with little black bows on the point on my 4" close toed pumps, seductively walked back to Chase, "Now, where were we?"
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My name is Lindsey Upton. I am 37 years old. I am 5'1 100 lbs, blonde hair, green eyes. I was blessed with 38D breasts for a woman of my stature. I never married, as I was a wild high school girl and ended up having 3 boys and a girl from a very, very absent man. Chase is 20 having just joined the Army. Tyson 19, and Marlon, 19 are both seniors in high school as both were held back one year. My baby, Josey, is 4, the result of my foolish decision to even entertain the thought of meeting my ex for a "talk".
Being 'blessed' enough, I received a very generous inheritance when I was 30, after my grandmother passed away, leaving us $13.5 million dollars and a home she and my grandfather owned. The home is 5,000 sq. feet and has 5 bedrooms, 4 bath and a very large back yard, in a quiet, nestling, upper middle class neighborhood.
To be honest, I haven't worked a job since I saw the inheritance check in my hands with my name typed onto it. I never had a meaningful job, as I had 3 boys I was raising at the time. We were living in section 8 housing, food stamps, but I provided for my kids, best I could.
Being a white woman, with, at the time, 3 bi-racial children, living in a run down section of Minneapolis, was not, let's say, ideal.
Oh I had plenty of suitors lined up as word had always been out there that "Loose Lindsey" as I was called, enjoyed the companionship of black men.
That was not entirely true. Yes, I've always had my preference of black men over white men, but the man I was involved with, was not a very good person. I was a naive, rebellious girl who hooked up with the wrong crowd, and soon found myself, at 16 and pregnant. My Sophomore, Junior and Senior years of high school were spent pregnant, with each of my 3 boys. Their father, the star football player, I learned, had quite the harem besides me.
My mom, although disappointed in my decision making, did help me with my boys so i could finish high school, but the day after I graduated, I was locked out of the house, and told I was on my own. Here I was 18, 3 boys under 3 and $2200 I had saved up over the coarse of my life, from birthday money, or babysitting jobs. The money went fast, and soon I was standing in line for government assistance.
I had a few boyfriends, here and there, and, as I said earlier, I had gotten a call from the boys father one day, right after receiving my inheritance, asking to "talk" I assumed it was about having access to his boys, but next thing I knew I was pumped and dumped, and left with Josie, growing in my belly.
Fast forward to today. Over the last year, a lot has changed in my household. Chase, enlisted into the Army, which scared me to death having lost my daddy, years earlier, when he was a police detective.
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With Chase gone, and my fear and anxiety at an all time high, I returned to the naive, now mid 30's version of my old self. On Tyson's 19th birthday, and Marlon, supposedly at basketball practice and having not picked Josie up from the sitters, I was giving Tyson his birthday present.
"Oooh yes baby, just like that sweetheart," Lying under Tyson, my legs around his back, my tan colored nylons at my hips and the bed in my bedroom upstairs creaking, the headboard was developing a continual cadence, and my birthday boy, ploughing his mother. "Cmon sweetie, oh yes!! fuck me, fuck mama!," The bed, straining under the weight and actions of a 240 lb boy, as he was enjoying his birthday gift.
The depravity of the incestuous activity, under the unknowing guise of the neighborhood, right outside the window of my bedroom, overlooking the driveway, the moans and grunts front and center.
"THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!" The violent, quaking, movement of my bed, my eyes glossed over, looking at my brain, I was in pure bliss. "Yesssssss!! Tysssonnnnn!! Oh baby!," My little hands, digging into his back, the stabbing of his inflated rod, pummelling my insides, desperately holding on.
Meanwhile, Marlon, heading home from practice, as it was cut short, pulls his bike into the driveaway. As he's riding up to the garage, he notices my 2 nylon clad legs and white heels, through the window of my bedroom, flailing around as he also notices a big body bouncing off his mother.
Entering the house quietly, "Yes!! Baby, fuckkkk mee, oh yes!!," Echoing off the walls of the spotless, ranch style home, Marlon, starts walking upstairs, curious as to who I was entertaining.
Halfway up the stairwell, the thumping of the headboard, getting more pronounced, and louder, hears, "Fuck mom!! Fuck I'm cumming!!" Stopping, in shock, hearing what he thought he just heard, was followed by, "Do it baby, fill me!! oh Tyson, yes!!" rope after rope of his 'birthday batter', splashing my insides. Then after what seemed like 2-3 minutes of moans and 'Ahhhhhs', He heard me culminate the coupling with, "Happy birthday baby."
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Later that evening as I was making dinner, Tyson was playing Xbox, Josey was watching Dora the Explorer, while Marlon was outside working on his basketball skills.
"Ty, can you call for your little brother and sister, dinners ready," I asked, pulling out 4 plates.
While we were eating, I could sense something wasn't right with Marlon as he kept glancing at Tyson, then me. Knowing just 2 hours earlier, hearing the 2 of us fucking, he was unusually quiet. Placing my fork on my plate, I quizzically asked Marlon, "Alright, enough. Marly, you're really really quiet. Is something bothering you honey?"
Now normally, its' Tyson who is usually quiet and Marlon or Josey talking everyone's ear off, but ever since Tyson and I started having sex 2 days after Chase left for bootcamp, Tyson's confidence has gone through the roof.
Not receiving and answer I asked, "Is it Chase, baby? I'm sure he's doing ok in training."
Marlon, clearly bothered by something, remarked, "Man I just ain't hungry aight?" Getting up from the table, he dumped the remainder of his dinner in the garbage.
Marlon, now knowing what his brother and I were doing, would suddenly begin skipping
