Scene Ten
Susan, Timmy & Tommy
Later that afternoon, after she'd taken a long nap, then treated herself to a bubble bath, and a long hot shower, she got moving to get the house ready for her boys to come home.
She was in the kitchen, putting together a tray of snacks. There was a pitcher of margaritas on the kitchen table, and she kept looking at the clock, eagerly awaiting the boys arrival.
After the delightful morning she had spent with Lois and Tracy, the mindblowing news that her sons both wanted to fuck her, delivered while she watched Tracy suck her own son's cock, had pushed her over the edge.
Now that her forced chastity had been brought to a long awaited end, she felt free to go back to her wanton ways. And seeing how much Tracy enjoyed sucking and jerking on Kyle's cock had made her want to do the same with her boys. Especially after hearing Lois describe, in graphic detail, how well endowed her sons were.
Hearing the front door close, she hurried into the living room, smiling broadly when she saw the twins putting away their bibles and literature.
"Hello, boys," she said happily, moving over to them.
"Hello, Mother." they said in unison.
Tim's eyes went wide when he saw that she was in her bathrobe. "Why are you in your robe in the middle of the day, Mother?" he asked her. He noticed that it wasn't her usually heavy terry cloth robe, but a light, silky dressing gown that he could see her lush curves through.
"I just got out of the shower, and didn't feel like getting dressed yet." she said, holding her arms wide. "Now come give mama a kiss."
They both just looked at her, not used to her showing them physical affection, especially when she was in her robe like this. Neither of them knew how to react.
"Oh, my babies." she said stepping closer and taking them both in her arms, drawing their faces down into her bountiful bosom. She kissed them on their foreheads, and when they looked up at her, she kissed them each softly on the lips.
They looked at her, stunned at her behavior.
Releasing them, she stepped back, looking at them, trying not to let her hunger for them show.
"Why don't you boys go take a shower too? Do it together, I know you do that sometimes. That's why we put that double shower in for you after all. Just put on your robes, and come back in here. I'd like to talk to you about something."
"O...our robes, Mother?" Tom asked incredulously. "We usually wear clo..."
"Please Tommy. No, Tom. You like to be called Tom. I'm sorry, Just do as I ask, and you'll understand soon enough."
She shooed them down the hall, watching as they went into the bathroom. Tim stopped at the door, looking back at her, and she waved for him to go on.
She went into the kitchen, and loaded the refreshments on a tray, and took them into the living room. She sat it on the end table, poured three glasses, then moved the coffee table off to the side, making sure it was out of the way. She didn't want to have to move it later, and she was sure they were going to need all the room they could get.
In the bathroom, Tom was stripping off his clothes, but Tim was just standing in shock at their mother's behavior. Tom looked at him. He had an idea what was going on, but didn't want to tell his brother. It was obvious that he was disturbed, and he didn't want to upset him any more than he already was.
"Come on, Tim, Get your clothes off." He said as he kicked off his shoes, and let his pants drop to the floor. "Mother said to take a shower. Together. And she's waiting for us, we need to hurry!"
He stepped over and started loosening his brother's tie, then moved his hands down and started working on the buttons on his shirt. His brother seemed to snap out of his reverie, and started helping him, opening his pants and letting them drop to the floor.
Tom stepped over to the shower, turned one faucet on, and pushed his underwear down, then held his hand under the spray. He stepped in, leaving the door open, and turned under the warm water, getting himself wet, and running his hands over his chest. He stepped back as Tim joined him, letting him get under the spray, and reached for a washcloth.
He held it under the spray, then rubbed soap on it, and started washing his brothers back. He covered his broad back with slow, wide strokes, under his arms as Tim raised them for him, then moved it down, running it over his hips, and the tight round cheeks of his ass.
"Spread your legs a little," he said softly, then ran the washcloth down into the crack of his brother's ass. He ran it slowly up and down the warm split between his asscheeks, knowing how much Tim enjoyed having his ass played with.
"Tommy..." his brother said.
"I know, turn around." he held the washcloth under the spray again, rinsing it, then soaped it up again, and started washing his brother's chest. He washed both pecs, lingering as he moved the soft cloth in slow circles, then dropped his hand down over the rippled muscle of his brother's abs, scrubbing softly. His hand moved down again, and slid under his brothers balls, washing the furry sac, and massaging his nuts gently. He could feel his cock hardening, and he moved his hand up, wrapping it around Tim's cock. He stroked the washcloth over it lightly, running his hand up and down its length.
"Its okay, Timmy. We can get in a cold shower before we go out. It's going to be okay. You'll see."
Tim leaned back against the wall, spreading his legs a little wider, and let his brother run the soapy washcloth over his now rock hard cock.
Tom stroked him a few more times, then pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry, Timmy, but that's all you get. Now rinse off, I still need to soap up. Do you want to do it?"
Tim shook his head as he backed under the spray, running his hands over his body, turning slowly as he rinsed the soap off. He turned back to his brother, leaning forward, and kissing him lightly on the lips. He smiled, and mouthed a 'thank you' then stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry himself.
Tom soaped up quickly, then rinsed off, and held his hand out for the towel. He turned the water to cold as he stepped out, and started running the towel over himself briskly. His eyes dropped to his brothers cock, grinning when he saw it still standing stiffly in front of him. He dropped to his knees and grabbed it, slipping it into his mouth before his brother could stop him.
Moaning deep in his throat, he slid his brother's cock deeper into his mouth, moving his hand around, cupping the cheek of his ass. He only pumped his mouth up and down a few times, then pulled back, smiling up at his brother.
"Sorry," he said, not meaning it. "I just couldn't resist. I turned the water on cold. You should step back in for a minute."
"God, I hate you sometimes, Tommy!" Tim grinned, then stepped under the cold spray. He stood, shivering, turning slowly under the icy spray. Much to his relief, his cock wilted quickly, and he got out, drying himself again.
He started to bend over and pick up his clothes, but Tom stopped him. "Leave them." he said. "Mother's waiting."
Tim nodded, and they both put on their short robes, and made their way back to the living room.
Susan was pacing back and forth across the living room, her stomach filled with butterflies. Her nervousness wasn't from doubt over what she was about to do, but rather, in anticipation of it.
She heard the shower stop, and she went to the window, knowing that the afternoon sun shining through the sheer curtains would silhouette her body under her robe. She loosened the sash, letting it fall, not knotting it like she normally would, knowing that gravity would do her work for her.
She heard the boys come onto the room, and heard their gasps as they saw her shapely body though her robe as she stood looking out the window.
"Have a seat on the couch, dears. I'll be with you in a moment."
She spread her legs a bit wider as she brought her hands up in front of her face. She looked like she was praying, something they saw her do all the time, but she was calming herself, getting her breathing under control. The boys stared at her as she stood in front of the window. They could see clearly that she was naked under the sheer robe.
Tom and Tim were still looking at her raptly when she turned, the robe opening for a brief instant, giving them a flash of the creamy white flesh of her thighs. Their mouths dropped open as she strolled toward them, stopping to pick up two glasses, then stepping in front of them, bending down to hand the glasses to them.
They stared down the front of her robe into the cleavage of her full, lush breasts. She was watching them the whole time, and finally had to tap their knees with the glasses to get their attention. They looked up at her smiling face, and took the glasses from her.
She stepped over and picked up a glass for herself, taking a sip from it. She ran it down into her cleavage, leaving the insides of both her breasts shining with moisture.
