I lay with my head in Toby’s lap. We were on the sofa, watching Jurassic World for the twentieth time (not really). I was barely looking at the TV.
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, Toby. You want to have sex with me, right?”
“Well, yeah, anytime you say. But not that.”
Toby and I had had sex together dozens of times. He was my seventeen-year-old son, who would soon be leaving for UCLA. I’ve written a lot about him here. I was pleased, of course, that he got into his first-choice school and that we could afford it with a combination of scholarship and loans (and money from me), but I knew I’d miss him terribly. And he’d miss me a tiny bit. Of course, UCLA isn’t that far from San Diego. I hoped to see him once in a while.
“Well,” he said, “Todd and Drew, you know them, from the swim team, we’ve been talking and they want to have sex with you.”
“That’s nice, Toby. Jeez, it always scares the shit out of me when that big dinosaur steps on the security guy. Splat!”
“Really, mom. They won’t stop talking about what a MILF you are, how they love your smile and your boobs and your ass. They said, uh, that they’ve masturbated to thoughts about you.”
“Well, OK, not a big deal. You’ve probably masturbated to thoughts about me, too.”
He blushed. I could see it in his neck from where my head was. I also felt his cock harden a little beneath my ears.
“Anyway, what do you say? Will you have sex with them?”
I started to rub his chest through his shirt.
“Like this, honey?”
I rubbed him down to his tummy and found his belt. I lifted my head and turned around, on my stomach, and got his belt undone, his shorts unzipped, and slipped my hand inside his boxers.
“Mom. Yes, like that. It does feel good.”
I scrambled up, stood on the floor, and pulled off his shorts and boxers. I knelt between his knees and grasped his cock in my hand. I bent down and took him into my mouth. His cock was still a little on the small side, but not much, maybe an average five and a half inches long and just a bit narrow. It was a good cock. I sucked it greedily.
But I slowed down almost immediately. It had been more than two months since I’d sucked a dick and I’d lost myself for a few seconds. The slower speed allowed me to taste him better, to enjoy the texture more. I loved to suck my son’s cock. I stroked him at the same time, my hand and mouth moving in opposite directions.
Why did I enjoy it so much? I loved my son, of course, but I loved him as a son and not a… what? Partner? Giving him pleasure was a big turn-on, at least it made me happy, even if it didn’t, all by itself, get me wet. And there was something special about a young cock, seventeen years old, that was so much better than a forty-year-old dick, the difference between bread fresh out of the oven and day-old bread.
At first, I was just cupping his balls in my other hand, but I started to rub them gently with my thumb. I sucked him a little deeper, his cock touching the back of my throat. My head bobbed up and down over him. He began to groan, a sign he was close to cumming.
I was having my period, so I figured I would just let him cum in my mouth. I sucked him a little faster, actually sucked a little harder, my balls-hand not doing much of anything, but my stroke-hand rubbing more quickly.
“Mom!” he said.
He came in my mouth. I felt the usual rush of cum and worked to swallow as quickly as it happened, which I pretty much did. I loved the salty, slippery taste. When he finished cumming, I stroked him a couple of times with his cock out of my mouth, and several drops formed at the tip of his dick. I licked them off.
Neatly done, I thought. Not a drop of cum on my coral silk blouse or on the sofa. I sat beside him and watched his cock begin to shrink. No matter how many times I saw it happen, I loved seeing a guy’s cock get hard and I loved watching it soften up again. And, of course, I loved whatever happened with it in between.
“So,” he said, “what do you think about fucking Todd and Drew?”
Wow, not even a thank you.
“Well, Toby, I’m not a slut. I don’t just fuck people. I hardly fuck anybody,” I said, and while that wasn’t exactly true, I seldom had a year where I fucked more than two or three guys. I really wasn’t a slut. Although I would admit that I maybe wasn’t your average one-guy-forever girl, either.
“Of course not,” Toby replied. “But, you know, you could give them a going-away-to-college experience they won’t forget.”
True. And I wasn’t going out with anyone at the moment unless you counted William, and he didn’t really count. I’d go to dinner with him another time or two, but we were unlikely to fuck. Ever.
“And you really like young cock, anyway, don’t you?”
Also true. Although I liked forty-year-old cock and I liked the almost sixty-year-old cock the two times I’d tried it and the seventy-eight-year-old guy, well, not so much. It had taken a half an hour to get him hard enough to put it in me and he’d cum within a minute. He said that if he didn’t cum right away, his cock would go soft again and he’d never cum at all. He apologized for not telling me in advance. He’d been worried I wouldn’t “put out” if I knew ahead of time. So let’s say that over seventy is not happening again anytime soon.
“And you’d probably like doing two guys at once.”
I hadn’t thought about that, really, I’d figured they’d be separate events. But two guys at the same time? It wouldn’t be a first for me, and it had always worked out pretty well.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll do it, but I want all three of you, not just the other two boys.”
Toby looked shocked, but he thought about it. He pulled up his boxers and shorts, zipped himself up, and buckled his belt.
“OK, mom, it’s a deal. All three of us. This coming Saturday night.”
My period figured to be over on Wednesday at the latest, so Saturday was close to perfect timing, ovulating-wise, not that it mattered. I was on birth control and the two other boys would be wearing condoms.
“Deal,” I said. I leaned over and kissed his soft cock to seal it. His dick didn’t move.
Saturday, after dinner had been eaten and the dishes were done, I was just touching up my make-up when Toby stuck his head in the door and said, “They’re here.”
“OK, let them in, get them something to drink, Cokes maybe, and I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
I checked myself out in the makeup mirror. I looked pretty good for a mom with a kid about to go to college. I’d gotten rid of most of my wrinkles, except for the corners of my eyes. I’d curled my lashes and put on a little mascara. My hair was messed up perfectly, that just-fucked look that worked on men of all ages, but especially the young ones. I used less lipstick than usual just because that’s what I was doing this year.
I was dressed totally casual. I had on a white cowl neck camisole that was a size too big, worn without a bra. It rubbed my nipples when I leaned back, but the fabric was soft. I wore lime UGG pajama bottoms that I’d worn out to bars in the past. My feet were bare. I also had on a small gold turtle pendant on a cable chain that I sometimes wore for luck. I spun around once and decided I was perfect enough for kids under twenty. I watched my boobs bounce. I was a tiny bit wet.
“Hey, boys,” I said at the foot of the stairs. “Drew and Todd, right?” I pointed to each as I said their names.
“Yes, hi, Ms. --,” they said at the same time. They were obviously very nervous. I could almost feel the power I had over them, not that I’d abuse it.
“I see you’ve already got beers,” I noted with a slight frown, pouring myself a glass of red wine. I raised the glass and said, “Here’s to a fun evening!”
I leaned forward as we all touched glasses and made sure Todd could see down my blouse. I sat between Todd and Drew on the sofa, Toby sat in the easy chair that was sort of in the corner. I put my glass on the coffee table.
“So, you boys want to do me, right?”
I looked at each of them. They looked similar, but different, too. One was blond and the other dark-haired, for one thing. Different colored eyes and Drew’s nose was a little bigger than Todd’s. But their cheekbones were much the same, their chins looked identical, and Drew’s smile was just the least bit smaller than Todd’s. They both grinned at me.
“We think you’re beautiful, Ms. --,” Todd said. “A mom any guy would like to fu—have sex with. Really.”
“Well, why don’t you boys take off your clothes. That will probably help the process along.”
The two of them stood and disrobed quickly. Naked, they looked a little more different from each other, although they both had teenage swimmer’s bodies, both slim and fit, with tiny, tight asses.
Neither had any hair on his chest. Todd had slightly narrower hips. Drew was really pale, as though he didn’t go out in the sun or used sunblock all the time. Both had circumcised cocks, Todd’s with more pubic hair. Drew figured to be the young one in the bunch, just sixteen.
“You, too, Toby,” I said. “Get undressed.”
He made a face, but he did as I asked. All three boys were naked. I took another sip of wine, put the glass back down, and put a hand on Todd’s and Drew’s thighs. I grazed my fingers along their legs, then rubbed them lightly on the inside of their thighs and was rewarded by hardening cocks.
“Oh, my,” I said, no surprise in my voice at all. “What have we here?”
I rubbed closer to their balls, then took a cock in each hand and began to stroke. They both got completely hard almost instantly. I felt Todd’s hand on my arm, then my chest, then reaching for a nipple as a camisole strap fell down my arm. Drew touched the other nipple through the silk fabric. I quickly pulled the camisole off over my head and let them see my boobs in their full glory.
“Shit, Ms. --,” Todd said, “your tits are amazing!”
“Please, just call me Lauren. Thank you, although I don’t prefer ‘tits’ as a term. Your cocks are pretty nice, too.”
Todd, obviously the braver or more experienced of the two leaned over and began to suck a nipple. His hand found its way between my legs and began to rub my pussy through the pajama bottoms.
“Let’s all go to my bedroom, what do you think?” I asked.
No complaints. They left their drinks and clothes behind and two minutes later we were all on my bed. I’d taken my bottoms and panties off along the way. I got in the middle of the bed with Todd and Drew each on one side of me. Toby, although naked, was just sitting at the foot of the bed. His cock was barely hard.
I was thinking about how to begin when Todd dove between my legs and began to lick my cunt.
“Whoa, boy, whoa!” I yelped, a little louder than necessary. “Let’s start a bit more gently. Although I do appreciate the thought.”
He looked confused, a frown on his tilted head, and I gave him that “come hither” wave with my fingers. He clambered up my body until our heads were at the same level.
