It was Thursday morning, and our babies would be here today. I was both nervous and extremely excited to see my kids again after a couple of months. Covid had been hard on everyone with so many losing so much, so I was happy we had each other.
I had sent Jack to the store to go shopping after nearly emptying the house of food over the last few weeks while I rushed around tidying the house. I had woken up early and grabbed one of Jack's tee-shirts and threw it on to clean the house. Typically, I would have had a pair of panties on at least, but Jack had fucked me to a fabulous orgasm this morning and hadn't bothered to put any on. Being a true cum slut in every sense, I love the feeling I get when I can feel the cum begin to liquify with my own juices and run out of my well fucked pussy.
So I was busy cleaning. Don't ask me why because I have no idea, but For some reason, after I had wiped down all the kitchen benches, I became obsessed with the kitchen cabinets. Maybe it was because a lot of them were now relatively empty. I started emptying them out altogether and wiping everything down. But the point is I was in the kitchen with music blaring out while I cleaned, and I was standing on my tippy-toes, reaching up into an overhead cupboard, and the tee-shirt was halfway up my tummy when I heard.
"Hey mum, is the music loud enough? We have been banging on the front door for five minutes," Sarah yelled over the top of the music.
I screamed with joy, hugging them both. My babies were safe and I could touch them. Wrapping my arms around them, I kissed their faces so overwhelmed they were here I started to cry, forgetting everything I had seen them doing together, just ecstatic they were both safe. Tom went and turned down the music while I hugged my beautiful daughter. She looked stunning in a tight-fitting red tank top and skin-tight jeans, evidently not bothering with a bra, her long perky nipples poking obscenely against the material of her top. She has inherited her long, almost always erect nipples from me.
Oh my God, there it was. No more than two minutes of my kids being home, and I was already checking Sarah out, admiring her visible nipple bumps. This thought caused me to look across at Tom walking towards me. He had a sleeveless muscle shirt and some Camouflage cargo shorts on. Suddenly, I was aware of his hard chiseled body, and my eyes naturally drifted down to his crotch, looking for a visible sign of that huge cock, and I wasn't disappointed.
"It was nice of you not to bother to get dressed for us coming over, Mum," Sarah said smiling, snapping me out of my slutty mommy mode. Suddenly, I was aware of what I was wearing or lack of it and tugged at the bottom of the tee-shirt.
"Haha, too late, mum. We had been standing here watching you for a couple of minutes before we decided to get your attention. We have pretty much seen what you had for breakfast," Sarah said, laughing.
"Oh God, so embarrassing. I'm sorry you had to see my old body, Tom. You have probably been scarred for life," I said, trying to deflect my embarrassment.
"Hardly, mum, you have a fantastic body. I have always been proud of the way you look. You have always taken care of yourself; you look fit as fuck, mum," Tom said, sending a shiver down my spine and a tingle to my nearly exposed pussy.
"Oh, thank you, darling, you always know how to make this old lady feel special," I said, grabbing his face and kissing him.
"Where's daddy? We didn't see the car outside," Sarah asked as I headed to go change.
"He is down the shops buying food," I yelled out as I entered the bedroom.
I grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on, and heading back down to the kitchen.
"We weren't expecting you to arrive until after lunch. How come you are so early and catching me in the middle of cleaning."
"Because Tom is paranoid, and he thought the traffic would be crazy coming out of the city now everything is beginning to open up again. But it was the total opposite, so we are here ridiculously early."
"Well, better to be safe than sorry. Miss, I don't care about anyone other than myself," Tom retorted.
Then Sarah said something else, then Tom again before he slapped Sarah on the arse. I stood back, watching. Then I saw it, the way they interacted, the way they smiled at each other, the subtle touches and the glimmer in Sarah's eyes. My kids were head over heels in love with each other, acting like new lovers. I should've been concerned that my kids were clearly in a romantic relationship, but they were so cute together. Deciding instead to talk to Sarah later and quiz her about it, even though I already knew the answer.
Just then, Jack pulled in the drive, and the kids both rushed out to greet him. I followed them out and watched as Sarah jump on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Sarah really was daddy's girl. She always has been since the day she was born. She is such an expressive young woman, and she wears her heart on her sleeve, which she displayed now as she hugged and kissed Jack.
Jack reached out his hand to Tom, but Tom gave him a hug, squashing Sarah between them. My inner slut screaming out from inside me as I watched on, picturing the scene completely different in my head they were all naked, and Tom and Jack had both of Sarah's tight little holes filled with their lovely cocks.
I was there in my lewd thoughts as well naked, my nipple clamps firmly attached to my hard nipples, the pain sending my cunt into volcano mode as my juices flowed from between my long fat lips, waiting for the two men in my life to fill my baby's stretched out holes with their delicious cock cream. Sarah would then come and sit on my face as I probed her holes with my tongue, licking up what my men had deposited for me.
"Mum, Mum, MUM!" Sarah finally screamed.
"Sorry, what? I was....."
"Bloody hell, mum, you were completely off with the fairies just then. Are you ok?"
I lied, saying, "I'm sorry, darling. I was completely daydreaming about you both being home and how it reminded me just how I miss you both so terribly much."
"Ok, I guess," Sarah said, putting her arm around my waist, totally not buying my lame story.
We all helped unload the car of groceries, and Sarah helped me finish cleaning the cupboards and then put the groceries away. Tom and Jack were outside together, talking and drinking a beer. I guess solving all the world's problems on their own. I finished tidying up and then said to Sarah, "Darling, do you mind coming to talk to me while I have a shower and get cleaned up for lunch."
"Sure, I wanted to talk to you about a personal matter anyway," Sarah said as she followed me to the bedroom.
Not even thinking about Sarah that was sitting on the bed watching me. I pulled Jack's tee-shirt up over my head and then unbuttoned my Bermuda shorts and stepped out of them.
"Wow, mum, seriously? You don't have an issue at all about nudity or your body, do you? ...Not that there's anything wrong with your body, I'm mean Tom was right when he said you are fit. You do look incredible. I hope I inherited those genes from you, and I look as good at your age," Sarah said, somewhat taken off guard by my stripping for my shower in front of her.
"Well, you definitely inherited my tits and perky hard nipples from me. I wish my boobs were still as firm as yours, though," I said, looking straight down at Sarah's tits, her nipples suddenly even more prominent if that was even possible.
"Mum!" Sarah cried, suddenly aware of the prominent points in her top.
I left the door open to the ensuite bathroom. Jack and I had remodeled our bathroom in the last year. We now have twin showerheads in an open walk-in shower area. From where Sarah was sitting, she was able to see me shower with no shower screen to obstruct her view. We continued talking about general things while I showered and washed my hair.