Sons and Mother Return to Cabin

She looked up and her sons' cocks were just so Right There, right in front of her eyes.

So close to her face, mere inches away if even that far. So close that her vision was dominated by the undersides and heads of their stiff and erect penises. She knew they were stiff because she could feel them stiff and firm in her hands, gripping each of her young men tight around his base, squeezing just the tightest past the point of comfort because she wanted to keep every drop of blood in the thick veins of her sons' sweet cocks, short and thin just like their father, her ex-husband, but so much more loving and sweet than his had ever been, even when he made those boys inside of her, over twenty years ago.

She held her college boys tight around the base of their dicks and squeezed, feeling their hearts pulse for her through the veins at the base.

Each was just the slightest bit off the other's rhythm, but as she massaged their veiny bottom spots with her mature and knowledgeable thumbs, she felt them beating both oh so fast.

Her sons' hearts beating for her.

Her sons' dicks pulsing for her, tight in her hand.

Tight and firm in her hand, because she wanted them to get the best pictures possible. Their phones in their hands, filming down at her.

"You look so hot with our dicks in your face, Mom," her youngest son said.

"I don't think I've even been this turned on in my life," said her eldest son.

She closed her eyes again and just... felt. Felt the sweet words of compliments from her boys. Felt their sweet honey dicks. Felt the warm hot tub jacuzzi bubbles flourishing around her. As hot as this hot tub was, it was not as hot as she felt.

Her eyes still closed, Mara rubbed their penises gently against her soft cheeks. For a half-second her insecurities flashed and she thought about their soft, perfect young penises feeling the wrinkles on her aging face--but the sheer joy of her boys' warm shafts against her cheeks quickly put her fears of aging away.

Don't live in the future, Mara. Live in the moment, she told herself. And at that moment she had two delicious hardons hard for her. Hardons attached to young men she knew were raised right.

She took her time and let her face feel her sons' cocks, as she let her sons become intimately familiar with the contours and skin of her pretty, forty-something face. From the noises they were making, Mara could tell they loved how her soft, sensitive skin felt against the soft, sensitive skin of their still young cocks. Teasing them across her cheeks, along the line of her jaw, feeling their heads against her fluttering closed eyelids.

Everywhere except her lips and mouth. Her forehead, her hair, her cheeks, her chin. But not in her mouth. Teasing them with everything but. Making them want her mouth, and doing nothing to rush them their. Letting them feel how good the rest of her face felt, but eventually no longer thinking about her sons' pleasure and exploration of her, but to begin focusing on how she could use their stiff cocks against the skin of her face to explore her pleasure. Using their penises against her face as ways for her to explore what felt good to her, where did she like feeling their masculine hardnesses the most?

When she could feel that she had her boys ready and engorged that they felt to her like they could hammer nails, she began slapping their super-stiff pricks against her soft, womanly face.

"Oh my!" said the elder.

"Mom!" said the younger.

Thwack! went their erect son-cocks against her cheeks when she tried it again.

Had anyone ever played even this rough with her boys' cocks before? she wondered.

She smiled. A big smile with her eyes closed. "You like this?" She asked, in a tone she used for lovers and had never until this trip to the cabin used on her sons. She whacked herself again with them, the youngest on her left cheek and the eldest on her right. "Oooooh. Owwww," she cooed, in teasing fake pain. Seducing them.

She smiled even bigger, her lips wide and her mouth so accommodating. So energized. Slapping herself in the face with her sons' cocks again, and again and again. "Naughty mommy," Mara teased, unable to suppress her big naughty smile. "Naughty mommy! Naughty mommy!"

And then she could not resist. Eyes closed. Moving by feel. Taking them by feel. Sucking the head of her youngest's cock and then her eldest's and then back to her youngest and back and forth, in teasing little sucks and suck-licks to their sensitive frenulum undersides.

"Oh fuck this looks so good," she heard her eldest son moan, and with her eyes closed and her boys' dicks bobbing back and forth in her mouth, as she kneeled in this hot tub in front of them, and they sat on the edge of the hot tub, legs in the tub as their mother serviced them for the umpteenth time yet today, she remembered that they both had their phones out, and were both capturing their individual angle.

"I know he fucked you in this hot tub mom, but did you ever make such hot porn with him?"

The question by her youngest son made her open her eyes.

Her boys, now college seniors but Irish Twins, two children born within the same calendar year, might have been of age, but they still had the innocence from their mostly healthy growing up and youth.

But as Mara opened her eyes, the bright lights of the phones caught her at just the wrong angle, and she squinted in the glare. The slick tips of her sons' cocks slipped out of her mouth, long threads of spit stretching from her parted lips to their pulsing purple heads.

"Oh, sick!" said the youngest again in glee.

But Mara winced again, this time at the truth.

"Well, sweetie," she said slowly and with meaning. "We did make some pretty hot pornos, he and I. I think you know he loved filming me, and filming me and him together." Making a determined decision not to tell them about the special guest stars who sometimes also appeared in the private, amateur films, hours and hours worth, that she made with her sons' former kinda-step-father, the only man she ever brought around to her family after her divorce from their biological father, the chronic philanderer.

She blinked the glare out of her eyes and found her Jonny's eyes, just beyond the light and shape of his phone. She held her eyes on her son's until she was sure he had his attention and that he was looking at her no longer through his phone and the porn of her and them that he was making, but into her eyes directly, outside of the camera, while he kept filming her sluttiness in the hot tub.

Did she straighten her shoulders and raise her breasts out of the hot tub just so they could see her nipples and she could distract them?

Perhaps.

Did she love seeing her Jonny's eyes falter and look away for a second--down, to where her nipples, she could feel, were now above the hot tub bubbles, and down to his phone, to make sure it had her nipples in frame--before making eye contact with her again?

Perhaps.

But when she saw she regained again command of her youngest's direct and complete actual not virtual attention, she said to him,

"I know I made a lot of nasty sex tapes with your sorta-step-daddy, honey," and then she gave his frenulum a quick lick, "and I'm so sorry baby. I'm sorry I even made some of them in this cabin, but you know how much he fucked me, here, up at this cabin, and what a whore I was for him, even in this very hot tub. But I'm your whore now, honey. I'm your whore now, both of yours," closing her eyes again and helping herself to their cocks, not for their pleasure anymore, not for their cell phone videos, but for her mouth and her lips and her throat.

Not that these boys needed much of her throat. She could slip one down to the back, pull him out and then slip his older brother down to the base and again and again, pulling out to say, with no breathing or speaking difficulties, "Can you blame him, honey? Can you blame him of wanting to film me and record me all the time? Don't I look good sucking cock on video?"

"You look so good sucking cock on video, Mom," her sweet and always-ready-to-please eldest son quipped, not missing a beat. "It's just you, against the dark background of the hillside and the night, it's just you in the lights of our phones sucking our cocks and you look so good, Mom. This video looks so hot, Mom."

"You gonna jerk off to this when you're back at college?"

"Like every night, Mom."

"Oh, fuck," moaned her youngest son.

"I'm sorry you boys had to jerk off for so long to memories of him fucking me," Mara said, sincerely, in-between bobbing from cock to cock. The warm wetness of her mouth and her lips contrasted with the sharp truth of her words, and was brain-meltingly potent.

"But now you've got your own porn of me, and you can jerk off to you fucking me. Or, to each other fucking me. Whatever you like," winking at them while she sucked back and forth.

Her sons were losing their ability to form words, and were only responding to Mara with moans, grunts and what Mara called boy sounds.

"I know you boys can still hear the sounds he used to make me make. I know you boys can close your eyes and remember what I sounded like through the walls of the house. I know you remember how he sounded. When he was having me. When his big thing was stretching me. I could never get all the way down on his cock like I can with you boys," and she deep-throated each of them, in turn, easily, to prove it again.

"It's okay to love hearing your mother get fucked, boys," Mara told them. "It's okay to have jerked off to it, to keep jerking off to it. It's okay to enjoy hearing a man fuck your mother like she's a woman, not like she's your mother. But even when he railed me, honeys, I was still your mommy, right?"

Even on the film, even years later when her sons watch this clip again, it will never be entirely clear to them if she was reassuring them or asking them to reassure her.

"And I know I hurt you boys, I know I hurt each of you. Crissy, that time after your date with that girl in Mechanicsburg, when she had to get a ride back home and he drove? You and she in the backseat and me and him up front? All polite on the drive back to her house? Well, I know you know that when we got to her house and you and she got out of the car to walk her to her door, well... I started giving him head. Right there in the dark, outside her house. Just leaning over, sucking his cock while he sat in the driver's seat behind the wheel. When you walked her to the door to kiss her goodnight, I put my head in his lap and started sucking him, took his cock out of his shorts, sucking him to thank him for driving all the way out of his way for you, sucking him hard and fast, and I know you saw me, sit my head up when you came back to the car. He hadn't finished but he saw you were returning to the car, and I knew you saw what a slut your mommy is, my silhouette in the dark, sitting upright after clearly having had my head in his lap, that I can't even wait five minutes, that I got so turned on by the situation... but now it's me bobbing in your lap, right, Crissy?" and Mara smiled and sucked her son sincerely.

"And I know I hurt you, Jonny," Mara said, turning to her youngest. "I know I accidentally texted you that day, I meant to text him but I slipped. I texted you instead. He and I used to play all these dirty sext games, and I'm so sorry I accidentally let you see a piece of it. I slipped up, baby. Can you ever forgive me?" And then Mara smiled again and sucked her youngest son's cock, no less sincerely than she sucked his brother moments before.

"Do you remember what I texted you?" Mara smiled. "I do. 'I'm here to assist you with your ejaculatory orgasm.'" She giggled. "He liked to play kinky games like that, he liked me to medically assist him with his orgasms, with his pleasure. It's totally normal, and is pretty common for educated men who've been around serious medical procedures. Pleasure is a beautiful thing to medicalize. The absence of pleasure is a very dangerous medical condition. Your bodies were made for pleasure, for touch and for love," and she stroked and sucked him some more.

"I'm here to assist you with your ejaculatory orgasm," she said when she came up for air again. She looked him in his eyes. "I'm here to assist you with your ejaculatory orgasm. I'm here to assist you with your ejaculatory orgasm." She could feel how her words were weakening Jonny. Weakening him, yet stiffening him to the hardest she'd yet felt his son-cock. Her boy was nearing the point of no return...

She turned her glance to Crissy. Holding contact with his blue eyes, she repeated: "I'm here to assist with your ejaculatory orgasm. I'm here to assist with your ejaculatory orgasms. I'm here for your ejaculatory orgasm, honey."

Her touch went from their cocks to their balls. "Oh, you boys are so ready. You boys are so ready to give your ejaculatory orgasms to me. You boys are so ready to drain." She massaged further back, to the tightness of their perineums. "You've held such trauma for so long, boys," she told her sons. "Your sweet boy bodies have held the trauma of what a slut your mother is. Your bodies are tight with the trauma of hearing your mother be a whore, and loving hearing your mother be a whore. Loving hearing your mommy fuck her lover. Your bodies loved feeling the pleasure get released when I came and when he came in me and on me. It's okay, boys. It's okay to have loved it. It's okay to love feeling your mother be loved. It's okay even if when a man loves your mother she wants him to love her like she's a whore, like she's for the taking, for the taming. Now my college boys and their sweet college boy cocks have tamed me, here, get as close together as you can there..."

And when they were squeezed next to each other, hip to hip, Mara had them positioned close enough that she could take the heads of both of their thin cocks in her mouth at the same time.

Sucking the heads of her sons' cocks, both together in her mouth, no preferences, no preferential treatment, no special favors. Two brothers, being treated lovingly but perfectly equally. Stroking their shafts with steading pumping while their heads danced between her swirling tongue.

"Get that trauma out, boys," Mara told them, taking her lips off the heads of their dicks, which her hands held together, pushing them against each other with her palms. Pumping their shafts and tickling their frenulums with the back and forth licks of her tongue. Pushing her boys' special buttons. Teasing their special spots.

"Oh mommy I jerked off to you like every night," Jonny confessed.

"Me, too, mommy," Crissy said. "I sorry."

"Its okay boys, give mommy your pain and it'll become love in her mouth," and she sucked her boys' cockheads and stroked their precious cock meat and she knew their brains were awash in shame and pleasure. The sight of her silhouette head, bobbing in the front seat of a car. Her and his moans through the walls in the night. Her smiling face. Her expectant eyes. Their mother telling them she is ready for their ejaculatory orgasm.

"Love me here like I loved him here, like I'm loving you here," she told them, letting their cocks rest on the fullness of her cocksuckingly swollen bottom lip, while she sucked long and hard on the middle fingers of each of her hands.

"Come on boys," she said, "time to open those chakras. Stand up in the tub here and let mommy open those chakras for you. It's okay, boys," she said, coaxing them into position from her spot in front of them, the plastic lining of the tub starting to wear on her milf knees.

"There we go" she cooed, slipping their cockheads back between her loving lips, and slipping her slick middle fingers down past their tight balls, and up the cracks of their asses until she was pressing her finger tip flat against the starfish wrinkled rosebuds of her sons' assholes, pressing against their anal openings while she pushed their cockheads deeper into her mouth.

But Jonny was already on the way and with a sweet, caring "mommmmmmyyyyyyyyyy!" Jon started pumping his come into this mother's mouth.

Mara never pulled her lips away, her hands keeping both of her sons right where she wanted them, right in her mouth where they could all feel and share Jonny's orgasm like this. Mara slurped and licked and swallowed down her adult son's seed with ease.

Jonny's tight sphincter puckering against his mother's finger while his orgasm finished.

Jonny softened but she would't let him leave, holding him in her mouth as she swallowed around the head of his cock and his brother's. Swallowed slowly, so they could all feel the warm saltiness of Jon's love against their sensitive glans and glands.

But Mara could feel her other son, Crissy's, rhythmic clenching and unclenching of his asshole on her finger pad, and she knew it would not be long, for dutiful, patient, elder and good son Crissy to say "Oh, Mom," and then unload his balls into six long, slow spurts, Mara smiling as she captured every one between her lips, not missing a drop of her son's treasured fluid.

Mara swallowed long and slow again, sharing the warmth and the nurturing goodness, letting the magic of pleasure and love touch all of their sensitive places, those delicate membranes than can absorb the love and euphoria and contentment chemicals contained in the healthy semen of the two healthy young men she fed, and nurtured, and raised.

And was still raising, and raising right.

She let their cocks soften and slip from her lips, and from her hands. But she slid her hands to their hips, massaging down to their thighs, keeping contact and looking up into their cameras, their phone lights still illuminating her and only her, here outside the cabin in the countryside hillside darkness.

"Still filming?" she asked rhetorically, and didn't get an answer. She blew a kiss to the camera, first to Crissy's, then to Jon's.

"Dirty enough for you boys?" she asked. "But that'll really turn them on in the chat boards and message rooms, huh?"

"Oh, Mom, we would never post these," Jonny swore.

"Just show 'em to your friends at parties, huh?" his mother teased him. "This dirty older milf you scored with, so slutty she sucked you both at the same time." Mara was swelling and full of energy now, feeling the high stimulation of blowing both her sons together after hours of fucking and sucking and screwing and loving her sons together.

Erasing the traumas of the past, replacing tough memories with new orgasmic memories.

"You are pretty slutty, Mom," Crissy said, making Jon laugh.

"You know it! Woooo!" Mara said, standing up enough in the hot tub to give her knees a break and to flash her perfect forty-something rack to her sons and to their horny cameras.

Her wooooo! sounding out into the hillside darkness and echoing off the hills, if only faintly, if only seeming so by the silence of the night.

"Hey, I know something we could do," Mara suggested. "Something I never did with him here--not in or around this hot tub, I mean."

"What?" Jon asked.

"Well, do you guys still kinda hate me for what a slut I was? For how you had to see what a needy, sex-hungry woman your mother also is? How I whored myself to him and prostituted myself to him?"

"Aww, c'mon, Mom--" Crissy said, but Mara was already getting out of the hot tub.

"Here," she said. "On the ground. Here, next to the hot tub. Here, on the grass and the dirt. I'm kneeling, you see me? Come over here and show me how dirty I am. Show me what a naughty mommy I've been."

Her sons got out of the hot tub, but were unsure of what she wanted them to do. But Mara made it clear. "That's right. Come here. Both of you. Stand here. Okay, now, let loose."

"What do you want us to do?" they asked.

"Easy, sweetie." Mara passed. "Piss on me."