I won't take a lot of your time; I'll just get the simple stuff out of the way quick. My name is Darlene and I am celebrating my fortieth birthday this year. I grew up in rural Kansas, where they roll up the sidewalks at ten at night and don't sell beer on Sunday.
I live on a farm in a small town called Maple Hill outside of Topeka where my husband farms. I teach match at the local middle school, I baked cookies for my children for Sunday school; and wear conservative blue jeans and loose tops to hide my 36C's.
I am also a closet slut; and no I am not in the least ashamed of it. I met my husband at Kansas State when I got my teaching degree; we've been married for twenty-one years and yes we love each other very much.
Daniel knew of my love of sex when we met, I made no bones about it. When I hit college and that wonderful world of cocks opened up to me; I went nuts. I've been going nuts ever since.
Oh Daniel would be considered above average in the sex drive department by today's conservative rural standards. He makes sure he screws my brains out at least twice a week or more; but honestly, I could do it every damn day and it wouldn't be enough.
We have two sons, Luke and Paul; and yes almost everyone around here finds some way to put a bible on their kids' name. The boys are nineteen and twenty and both in college. Yes, they are both from Daniel, I am very sure of that. Why would I say that; because Dan isn't the only cock that's plumbed my pussy in the last twenty years.
What people don't know, doesn't hurt them; and that includes my personal life. Dan and I make frequent trips to Topeka, which has a fairly large swinger population. We have attended numerous parties, where both Dan and I have "partaken" as one would say.
No offense, there is nothing hotter than watching Dan screw another tight pussy; while some guy is shoving a dick up me. And sometimes we would go just because I was itching, and Dan knew it. He would happily let me bang a couple of big cocks, while he sat and had a cold beer.
Before you judge our lives, go live your own. Everyone has a different way to get through life, sex just happens to be mine. No, I don't love every cock that comes by, I love my husband. But when the ache hits, the brain tends to die and getting a good dicking can reset the blood flow.
Well, all that came to a screeching halt when COVID hit. Hell, everything went crazy. The parties vanished, the traveling stopped; and worst; the boys came home. Needless to say, by month two I was fucking coming unglued.
Rubber only goes so far; and after two months of shoving one up you; you REALLY miss a good cock; and your brain tends to not work right. Things you would never have considered in your former life start to take hold.
It started when Paul came into the house without his shirt on. COVID hit in March and by the end of May the heat was setting in. Paul is about six foot and had played football in high school.
When a twenty year old chiseled sweat slick chest walks by; I thought I would wet my panties, and it wasn't from piss. I just froze at the sink and watched him walk over and get a cold drink out of the fridge. When he tipped the bottle back and arched his chest out, I watched those biceps ripple. My eyes shot down to the bulge in his jeans, my panties stuck to my crease.
I turned around, and without a word walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs to my bedroom, and closed the door. I pulled out my nine inch little friend, laid on the bed; and fucked myself to a screaming orgasm as the image of my bare chested son burned in my mind.
As always, sensitive Dan picked up on my mood like a hawk. He didn't say anything that day; but as we got ready for bed that night, he cornered me in the bathroom.
"So what's going on Dar" he asked.
"Nothing" I mumbled.
"Bullshit" he scoffed. "The last time I saw you like this I had been at the chemical seminar in Kansas City and you hadn't had sex in two weeks."
"Fuck off" I sighed.
Dan came up behind me as I stood at the sink brushing my teeth. I literally dropped my toothbrush in the sink when his hand shot under my short night shirt, and two thick fingers drove into me from behind.
"Fuck" I gasped as a wet squelch signaled just how soaked I already was.
"You're fucking dripping" Dan pushed his fingers deeper.
"Please" I gasped even as I gripped the sink edges.
His fingers set that slow teasing pace he knew drove me insane. God he had been playing my body for twenty years and knew every trick. My belly flipped when his finger tips scrapped that spot at the top of my pussy, and I squeaked as my knees shook.
"Who is it?" he asked; his voice hot in my ear. "Who did you see?" he pressed.
"Don't...please baby" I groaned.
I was trying to warn him but he would have nothing to do with it. His fingers kept tormenting me, making me hang on that edge of heaven, without letting me fall. But it was his next words that sent a shock wave through my body.
"Which of them" his voice was rumbling; "which of the boys did you see?"
I wanted to deny, refuting his words. I was a good mother; no mother had the thoughts I had earlier today. But my mouth opened, my legs quivered; then those fingers scraped across my G-spot; and only one word popped out of my mouth.
"Paul" I gasped.
"Twenty year old...strong, powerful biceps holding you down; while his thick cock fills you again and again." Dan's voice painted a picture that flared in my mind.
"Shit" I grunted, and came.
My whole body jerked as I clung to the bathroom sink, hot juices gushing out around Dan's fingers to splatter to the bathroom floor. I stared into the mirror, into the face of a woman in heat; as my own juices ran down my thighs. The image of my son banging the shit out of me was filling my brain.
"Bastard" I pulled my quivering body away from Dan. "Do you know how indecent you are" I huffed; and marched for the bedroom.
I want to say I made my husband go without sex that night; I was so pissed at him. Unfortunately my body doesn't always follow my brain; and Dan knew every fucking trigger. It only took his raging hard cock, and some well placed kisses on my skin, and I was putty.
Dan did everything right; slowly licking me; then sliding in deep. Slow powerful strokes that made my body climb again. In the darkness of the bedroom, I tried to rid my mind of the image of Paul, but it wasn't working; and worse; every time I thought of him, my climax drew closer.
But it wasn't me that tipped the scale, it was Dan. I could feel his cock thickening inside me; I heard the familiar catch in his breathing. I reached up and stroked his nipples above me.
"Yesssssss" I moaned. "Cum in me baby, fill me" I rasped up at him.
"I cumming...mom" Dan whispered above me.
I felt his cock jerk as I opened my mouth, heat filling my belly. The image of Paul's face in the darkness; and my body erupted.
"Paulllll" I moaned as my belly jerked.
Cream filled me, and cream pumped out of me; all at the same time. I was having one of those wonderful, toe curling orgasms; as my husband drove the image of our son into my fevered brain.
"Ghhhhuuuaaaaaaaaa" I growled as pussy juices flowed out of me soaking the bed.
By the time Dan collapsed onto the bed beside me, I was gasping for air from the intensity; my body still tingling.
"Jesus that was hot" Dan whispered.
"You're an animal" I whispered back.
"Would you fuck him?" Dan's voice came in the darkness.
"In a heartbeat" my answer took only two second of thought, before total honesty drove it out.
I turned on my side, signaling an end to the conversation. I didn't want to discuss my own perversion. Oh I'm a slut all right; and yes give me a hard cock and I'll ride it. But even I had limits, or so I thought.
It took two weeks more of COVID, and Dan working the fields all day; when things shifted for the worse. I was going nuts since that night with Dan, and it seemed like Paul was taking extra chances to be bare chested around me. Once, he came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, and just stood feet from me; and I swear to God he was showing off.
I all but attacked Dan that night, and when he again whispered our sons name; I thought I was having the mother of all orgasms when he called me mommy.
By this time, Dan had more than encouraged the seed; and he had also been talking to Paul. It apparently had taken a little time for Dan to convince him that his PTA attending, school teacher mom; wasn't what he thought she was.
Once he realized and once Dan made it clear the door was open; my dear loving son waited. And when the opportunity presented; just like his father, he sprang.
That opportunity was stretched out on a blanket in the back yard with the warm sun baking my brain as well as my skin. School had gotten out from online classes the week before; there was nothing else to do with Dan in the field.
I knew Paul and Luke were in the house; but we had never been shy about our bodies; as long as we were in private. For the pool or beach I had one bikini; for tanning I had a different one. To say my tanning suit had small triangles of cloth was an understatement.
Look, at forty I've worked damn hard to keep this shape; and I'm fucking proud of it. I like having the over body tan as much a possible. So, laying on my stomach, one thin string of my thong bottom running deep between the cheeks of my ass, and the top string undone; let's face it; I was nude.
I was half asleep in the warm sun, and never heard the approaching steps in the grass. I faintly heard the splurge of the tanning bottle, and then strong powerful hands were on me.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm" I moaned as they worked me over.
God did he know what he was doing. Every muscle in my back and shoulders melted under that rubbing and kneading. If the sun hadn't baked my brain by then; then those hands cooked my body. By the time they hit my waist; and then the firm cheeks of my ass; the towel under me was soaked.
"Mmmmhmmmmm" I moaned as first one cheek and then the other was kneaded.
When they moved down to my thighs, I opened my legs without even thinking. First one thigh and then the other were massaged into total submission.
My brain should have known better, there was no way Dan was back to the house at this time of day; but I was rapidly losing ground as those hands did delightful things to me. When they slid up the oil slick insides of my thighs, I did the indecent thing, I spread open even more.
"Unngggggggggg" I moaned, as one fat finger slid up my slit.
