Eric met Emily in her junior year of college. He was her business instructor. Four months before her graduation, he asked her to date him, she became pregnant and they married not long after she left school. Their sex life was beyond any man's dream and they loved each other very much.
Emily was 23 when Scott was born, Malcolm came two years later. During the pregnancy of their third child, she was involved in a serious accident, causing early labor, and the baby to be stillborn. The doctors said she would never conceive again. This caused her to dote all of her attention to her boys, and Eric. Eric loved her a great deal and tried everything he could to make her feel sexy, giving her time to grieve and heal.
As their marriage progressed through the years, it found Eric away on business for weeks at a time, but he always returned to his wife and sons with love and devotion. While he was away, she made her way through sexual frustration with a variety of toys and oils. He knew of her sexual hunger and of her skills to keep herself happy in his absence and was all too happy to help her with her pleasure. Eric would bring her back another interesting dildo or vibe from some of his trips, hoping that their sexual bliss would continue to grow through the years.
The boys grew as typical boys do, getting into trouble and learning about things in and out of school. Malcolm and his best friend Phillip were always under Emily's skirt and Scott, being the oldest was always helping his mother in some way. He found at an early age that when dad was gone, he had special privileges that Malcolm didn't have, and he knew how to work them with his mom.
As the boys grew into teenagers, Emily and Eric discussed sexual needs, wants, do's and don'ts with them. She knew, as did Eric, that the boys would be doing naughty things like discovering porn and Playboys, and handling their engorging issues at hand. Phillip too, would be part of the family on many occasions, and she would accept his presences as if he were hers. Eric saw this as a way for her to fill the void of the lost child.
There were several occasions when Emily was alone, or thought she was, not knowing that the boys had come back, or were home when she slipped away to enjoy her private moments with her toys while Eric was away. They also enjoyed them together, without the knowledge of their eldest son sneaking a peek at their bedroom escapades.
On a hot summer's day, Eric and Emily had been outdoors in the pool when things had gotten very promiscuous between them. Emily dashed into the house with out the knowledge of the Malcolm and Phillip being home playing video games in the main room. She ran through the house naked, her pudgy tanned body free of her bikini, large breast bouncing as she made her mad dash, Eric chasing behind her, naked too.
"Oh geeze mom!" Malcolm yelled as she banked and hurried up the stairs.
"SORRY BOYS! Oh shit, ERIC, don't you dare!" and up the stairs they went laughing and playing.
'Fuck! Your mom is so hot!"
"Yeah, right."
"No seriously, I got a woody just watching her tits!"
Malcolm looked at him like he was crazy, and shook his head.
"Man, I would like to get a piece of her ass! Did you see her pussy when she hit the staircase?"
Phillip was rubbing his hardening cock.
"Dude! That's my mom, shit!"
Phillip smiled thinking about Emily and excused himself to the downstairs bathroom.
Scott came into the living room not long after, "I thought Phil was here?"
"He is, he's in there yanking himself over mom!"
"Nice choice." Scott shook his head, "What did she do this time?"
"Dad was chasing her through the house naked. She's just like some of those girls at school, only old."
'Umm.' Scott thought to himself, smiling, "If you only knew Mal."
"Sorry Dude! I couldn't help it." Phil was straightening his t-shirt. "If I had the chance, I'd do her!"
"You stupid ass, your only nineteen, like she'd fuck you!" Scott said, getting himself in a huff over his mom.
"You'd do your own mom in a heartbeat, I know you would." Phil said, watching Scott's expression.
"Fuck off Phil!" but deep down, Scott knew he wouldn't mind fucking his mom.
He had watched her secretly when his dad was gone. He could almost time it to the minute when she would break out her toys, or run a bath and take her waterproof vibe with her, or in the shower. He sat quietly several times and watched her masturbate in her bed and out in the pool at night when she thought the boys were sleeping. He smiled thinking about the time that she walked in on him in the bathroom jacking off, and told him if he put his hand a little higher and tighter, closer to his head, taking long smooth consistent strokes, he would get off harder and more. She was right.
His favorite time to watch them was on Saturday mornings when Eric was home after he had been gone for a week. They would leave the door slightly ajar, sometimes he wondered if she didn't do it on purpose, and she would break out her favorite glass toy and fuck herself into a frenzy, stopping just short of creaming the bed allowing Eric the privilege of going down on her and eating her until she moaned and explode on his face. Scott saw her squirt one time all over his dad's face and chest, he thought she had peed all over him, but heard his dad tell her that it was luscious and he wanted more.
Eric stood up with a stout shaft (which Scott would compare to his own hardness as he stood stroking while he watched), and push Emily's legs up, slowly sink down into her pink puffy flesh, easing his way slowly back and forth at first, and then quicken his paces until she would moan and tell him she was coming. He would tense up and expel his seed deep inside slowly pumping to make sure it was all given too her.
Scott too, would come at his mother's moans of pleasure and let his heat loose into a towel that he held. Once, his parents almost caught him because he lost his footing as he ejaculated and pushed back onto the door. Emily smiled, knowing all too well that her son was a voyeur to their sex life, but she never said anything to her husband, she was pretty sure he was aware as well.
Scott got caught once.
On the morning of his twenty-first birthday, his dad was away on business and his mom was lying in bed with the toys she had chosen to pursue her pleasure of sexual satisfaction. Scott stood outside the jarred door as always, listening and watching his mom, stroking a massive morning wood when Malcolm came from the bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Shut up, you're gonna get me caught!"
"You can't be serious. Moms gonna bust if she catches you!"
"She's gonna bust me if you don't shut up!" he was loosing his stiffness, "GO away MAL!"
"SCOTT!"
"See, fuck!" he pushed Malcolm. "Yeah mom."
"Come here and shut the door behind you."
"You're in for it now man!" Malcolm skipped off down the hall to his room like the punk little brother he was.
Scott eased his fading hardness back into his pajama pants and threw the towel on the floor just inside of the bathroom before going into his mom's room. He swallowed hard and went inside.
"Hi mom."
"Hi baby." he floated when she called him that. "Come over here and sit next to me."
He slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. Emily sat with her breast exposed and the sheet covering the rest of her. She thought nothing of her breast, as she had fed the boys that way, and thought it natural for them to be comfortable with her like that.
"What were you and Mal arguing about."
"Nothing, I mean, he was just bugging me. That's all."
He knew he was busted, he couldn't lie to her, he knew she saw right though him. He adjusted himself again and sat at an angle towards her.
"What was he bugging you about?"
"Something I was doing that was none of his business."
