Bab 2438: HELPING MOTHER
Coming through the foyer, John heard his mother crying in the den. That was odd. His mother was so stoic. She never showed her feelings at all. John wondered if she even loved him or his brother. It was not important now, but it had been growing up. She had never been emotionally demonstrative. John could not remember the last time he saw his parents hug, or share a kiss. But that was just mother. Or so he always thought.
John had recently graduated from college and came home for the summer. He was diligently searching for employment but had been unsuccessful as of yet. He had no doubts he would find something, but in the meantime his parents didn't express any problems with him being there. He just took back his old room. His older brother was out of the house and working in a nearby city. He had married and settled into an apartment. So, it was just John and his parents now, Sylvia and Griffith.
His father worked long hours. He always had. His work even kept him away from home for periods of time, ranging from a few days to a few weeks. He worked for a military contractor which supplied computer equipment and the training to go with it. Father was a trainer. In fact, he was away right now on a mission to train some troops at a base in another state. That left John and his mother alone.
He had always known that his mother was beautiful. His friends at school constantly reminded him. She was only eighteen years old when she married. Her first child, John's brother Craig, was born a year later, and then John came along. So she was only forty-three years old now. And she was almost fanatical about staying in good shape. It seemed an obsession sometimes, but it had rubbed off on the two sons. John still kept himself in great condition. And his mother was still the loveliest mother among all of his friends.
Mother had never gone to college. She married her high school sweetheart. Father did go to a good college while mother took care of the apartment and the two boys. She even had a part-time job to help with the college expenses. They were lucky. When father completed his degree in computer sciences he found work with the company he still worked for. His rise was steady, as was his income, but he also was spending more and more time away from home.
The boys never really knew him, nor did they have any special feelings for him. Mother, on the other hand, was different.
Her distance from them always hurt. But they grew out of it. They both did well in school, went to good colleges, and were alright now. And Mother was still distant, cool, and unemotional. They both just recognized that their mother was not like the other mothers who were always hugging their children and praising their efforts, with a smile on their faces.
And now, for the first time ever, that he could remember, his mother was expressing emotion. And it was manifesting itself in crying. What could she be unhappy about. His father being away again? Perhaps. Even though he felt he might be intruding, and not knowing if his presence would be welcome, John went into the den and saw his mother supine on the leather sofa. She had her face covered, and her lovely hair was spread out on a throw pillow underneath her head.
"Mother? Am I intruding? Can I do something for you?"
It startled her. She sat up abruptly, looking oddly at her son, and wiping away the tears.
"Oh. No John. It's really nothing. Just a bit blue. It'll pass. Thanks anyway."
So John nodded and went away. He went to his room. He decided to take a shower. It had been a long day. He had interviewed at three businesses in the nearby city. He felt he had done well, but would still have to wait to see if he got any callbacks. He was still wondering about Mother. It didn't seem that she had been truthful with him. Being a bit blue didn't seem part of her character.
When he came downstairs for dinner he noticed that the dinner table had not been set. He wondered where Mother was. He decided to check the den again, and found her still there. She was now sitting with her legs crossed, but with her face in her hands. Her sobbing was more quiet now, but it was obvious that this couldn't go on. His mother was not like this. He thought to himself that his mother needed some help.
John went to the sofa and sat down with his mother. She felt his presence and then placed her arms around him. As she cried into his shoulder he could feel the trembling of her warm body. This was the first time in many years that he had touched his mother. Even under the circumstances it felt very good. He was surprised at how much he had missed having the touch of his mother. He stroked her long, brown hair and just held her.
Finally, she let go of him and then stood up. She began pacing around the book lined den, on the damask rug, and her ballet slippers made no sound, but her legs were lovely. He couldn't help noticing. She had a spectacular body, and it showed in the white silk blouse and black cotton skirt that swirled around her knees. At last, with a sigh of acceptance, she turned to John and spoke.
"This is terribly embarrassing to me. I shouldn't be talking to you this way. But I have no one else to talk to. I've never had any close friends in this town. I've never been close to your father. That's the biggest problem. That's why I am so ashamed to tell you this. But I have to tell someone. I think it will drive me crazy if I keep it in any longer."
John was a little frightened, but also quite proud that his mother should have such confidence in him.
"Mother, I'm not about to tell you what's best for you. I couldn't begin to know what your life has been like. You must know that we've all wondered why you were so cool at all times, and never showed emotion. But I'm your son. I'll do anything I can to help you. Family always comes first. Craig thinks that and so do I."
"Please know this, John. I've always loved you and Craig. I tried to love your father. I did. But he never let me in. It was a mistake to marry him in the first place. I had no idea at the time what he was like. But we both were young, and really had no business trying to make a family. This may be difficult for you to hear, but you two boys were mistakes. I never intended to have children after your father and I had been together for a few months. I could see then that we would never love each other. In fact, I think you father is gay. Does that shock you? It shouldn't. Back in the time we married many gay men didn't come out for years and years, and many married and had families. After you two were born we never had sex again. I had my tubes tied just in case."
"Mother, that's no big deal today. But the real problem, I think, is that you've had a loveless marriage. It's a pity and a real shame. You could obviously have any man you wanted. I know it may sound cruel to Father, but you should consider finding a man who would appreciate you and love you. That's all I'll say. I think you have a decision to make, but I'll help all I can. Really, Mother, Craig and I always loved you. We just never thought you loved us."
"Oh, god, please John. It was never that way. I know I haven't been a perfect mother, but I tried to give what I could. I've felt lost and alone so many years. Please forgive any pain I gave you. I didn't mean it to be that way. Truly, John. I do love you. I love you dearly, I just feel very lost and confused."
"Well, think about what I said Mother. You need to find someone who cares for you. It's that simple, I think. Now, if I'm not being insensitive, I need to eat. Shall we just go out and have something? I know you don't feel like cooking now."
"Oh, yes John. That would be fine. Forgive my thoughtlessness. We'll just go down the street to the Italian place and get something. That would be fine. Just let me fix my face."
John went into the front room and waited. As he did he considered what a waste it had been. To think, a woman as lovely and sexually appealing as Mother should have a loveless, virtually sexless marriage. It wasn't right. He recalled Mother crying on his shoulder, and also the strange feelings it aroused in him. He had actually felt his cock getting hard. That was pleasant to recall, and as he did it began to get erect again. Mother was so fucking pretty, and sexy too. Oh well.
Sylvia came into the front room with a wrap in case it got cool in the restaurant wearing high heels. John rose and they went out to the car. He looked at the lovely curve of her calves. John drove to the restaurant. Only a mile or so away. The went in, ordered dinner and some wine to accompany it. Sylvia had started serving wine to her sons as soon as they came of age. She loved wine with her meals. She always had. Tonight she wanted to feel good. She was tired and wanted to just have a little enjoyment.
The dinner was pleasant for both of them. After chatting about John's interviews they discussed Craig and his wife, and how they were getting on. That seemed to be a good match. The conversation continued with innocuous subjects and the wine had it's affect on Sylvia. She was touching John's arm as she spoke, more and more often. She was quite sleepy when they finally left. She even allowed John to pay.
When they arrived home Sylvia was a little unsteady. John helped her up the stairs to her room. At her door she turned and hugged him. Then she kissed him on the lips. That was a great surprise. The greater surprise was that the kiss lingered just a moment longer than he would have expected. Then she said goodnight and went into her room.
Sylvia closed the door. She went over to her bed and began undressing. She was able to remove her high heels and then her blouse and skirt. She fumbled with her unnecessary bra and her black panties. Her breasts were firm and perky. Not large, but still upright and with nipples that were tiny but like little rubies. She had wanted to shave her pussy years ago. It might feel so good when she masturbated all alone in her room. Perhaps now she would. She hadn't shared a room with Griffith since the boys had started school.
Going to her dresser she found her favorite vibrator and placed it near her pillow. She got up on her bed and gazed into the wall mirror, admiring herself, and wanting to please herself. Her thoughts strayed to John. He had seemed so mature tonight. She realized just how handsome her son was. Oh well. She had her toys.
Sitting on the edge of her bed she began using the vibrator, first on her nipples, bringing them to attention and making her pussy begin to moisten, which made her move the device to her cunt. She loved to think of the dirty words as she played with herself. She had always wanted to hear a man saying them to her as they fucked, or she sucked his cock. Sylvia was well read. She knew all about sex, and what she had missed. But she made herself come with the vibrator, first by tickling her clitoris, and then moving to the labia and into her vagina, her cunt, her pussy, fucking herself and making moaning sounds of lust. She came and came. This was what she wanted.
And as she came she thought of John. Sylvia fell asleep and dreamt of her son taking her. And she didn't resist.
When John walked away from his mother's room he was aware that his prick was growing. He knew what he needed. He needed it badly right now. He hurried to his own room, entered and began flinging his clothes about the room. Soon he was on his bed with his boner in his hand and jerking it faster and faster. His thoughts were about the time he had seen his mother in the exercise room working out.
She had been sweating and her nipples had shown through the tee shirt she was wearing along with the short work out pants. Her long curvaceous legs were thrusting in the machine has she worked her arms back and forth. He remembered and it kept him hard. His coming was long and forceful, hitting his naked chest and running down to his hairy balls.
The next morning Sylvia and John both arose at the same time. Each had their own bathroom so they didn't see each other until they both arrived downstairs for breakfast. Sylvia was a good cook. That was always one of her loves. John was hungry, in more ways than one. He was anxious to see his mother. He looked at her in a whole new light now. Sylvia was glancing at John with a different look today. She also was thinking of him in a new way. Their smiles were tentative, but John was gratified that she smiled at all. She so seldom did.
He left for the day to have an interview. As he was walking towards the front door Sylvia approached.
"John, good luck with the interview. You'll do great, I'm sure."
Then she leaned up to her tall, handsome son and gave him a kiss goodbye. John kissed her back, while putting his hands on her waist. They broke apart, and Sylvia began to blush. John saw his mother turning red and it made him feel good. For what reason, he wasn't sure. But it did. He gave her another peck on the lips and then went out and drove away for the day.
Sylvia crossed her arms across her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipples. She wondered what was coming over her. These were all new feelings for her. She felt young again. Young and full of energy. For some reason she was smiling. She spent the rest of the day smiling, as she ran errands and stopped at her spa.
She had them wax her genital area. It felt quite fresh and clean and sexy as she walked around with a pussy completely hairless. She went to the lingerie shop and bought some new and sexy items. It felt good to be treating herself this way. She hadn't really realized what she was planning, but this seemed right to her.
That evening when John arrived home his mother was working in the kitchen preparing dinner. He went upstairs to clean up for dinner. When he got downstairs his mother was waiting in a pretty cocktail dress. She looked lovely, as always, but tonight her smile was dazzling. He returned the smile and gave her a hug. She returned it. This was new territory for both of them.
They dined and had a conversation concerning both of their days. Sylvia didn't mention the waxing or the lingerie purchases. But she was wearing a new see-through bra and a thong tonight. And she had put on her most expensive perfume. John could smell it, and it did its work. It made him notice how wonderful she was, in so many ways. Her hand was often touching his as he ate and chatted. He squeezed her hand and she smiled with love in her eyes.
The dinner finished with a wine toast from Sylvia.
"To new adventures and travels."
John touched her wineglass with his, smiled and placed his hand on her bare knee below her skirt. She responded by putting a hand on his and then moving it up her leg towards her treasure. John felt his cock growing in his slacks. As he moved his hand up his mother's leg she put her hand on his prick and began squeezing it. The moment had arrived. They had crossed the barrier. The night was just beginning.
Sylvia wanted her son. More than she had ever wanted any man. And John wanted his mother. They finished their wine, rose up, and John picked his mother up in his arms. She was so tiny and winsome. He carried her up the stairs to her room. It had the largest bed. He placed her softly upon the edge of the bed and knelt before her. He pushed her skirt up. Seeing the thong and the hairless pussy just made him lust for her more. He pulled the thong down around her legs and abruptly pushed his face into her cunt. He wanted to taste his mother.
Neither had said a word since the toast at the dinner table. No words were needed. Sylvia pressed her pussy into her son's face, grinding it and making herself come. Her juices were being spread all over his face, the wetness filling his mouth and causing his cock to twitch in anticipation. His tongue licked her clit and then he sucked on it. Her moans made him lick harder and he forced his tongue into her cunt as deeply as he could. He was fucking her with his tongue and groaning with lust as he did. His hands were spreading her labia apart and then caressing her thighs as she came over and over again.
He stood up and so did she. They each removed the clothing of the other. They took their time. This was the first time. It was a time to remember and savor. At last, being completely nude, they came together and pressed their hot and sweaty bodies together. At last John broke the silence.
"I want to fuck you Mother. I need to fuck you so badly I am aching inside."
"I'm Sylvia in the bedroom, and I want your cock filling my cunt right now my John. Fuck me. I need it so badly, too."
John picked her up again, placed her carefully on the bed and crawled up between her legs, spreading them widely apart and taking his hard cock in his hand. He leaned on one arm as he slid his prick into her wet and waiting pussy. It went in, but her cunt was so fucking tight. John realized Sylvia hadn't been fucked in years.
Her cunt was ready for a fuck. A long and deep one. That's exactly what he began to give her, slowly at first but increasing the speed and depth as she wrapped her legs around him and forced him deeper into her honey pot. He needed no encouragement. He was screwing his mother! Jesus, this was so fucking good.
Sylvia was grunting with each thrust of John's cock into her pussy. She begged for more and more, and John obliged. This was his pussy now. He took charge of it and commanded her to come on his prick. Her fluids were flowing and dripping down her ass onto the bedspread. The speed and intensity increased until John could hold back no more.
"Take it Mother, oh shit, take my come. Mother, Sylvia, hell take this come. Ahhhhhhh!"
His spunk shot out in spurts that became slower and slower, but filled her cunt with the come she had needed for years. She moaned as she hugged him against her still hard tits. He kissed his mother and she returned it. They pulled apart and they were both covered with come now. They laughed and then Sylvia took John into her bathroom were they went in the walk in shower. Washing each other off she giggled like a young girl again. John was feeling more frisky than he could ever being. Life had become suddenly brighter and more filled with joy. Life was good.
They toweled themselves off and then they removed the bedspread with their love juices covering it. Tonight John and Sylvia were going to sleep together. She would not be alone as she had been for so many long years. It took only about ten minutes for them to drift off, spooning on the bed like new lovers.
John awoke with a start. Now he remembered and smiled. He looked over at the alarm clock and saw it was about six in the morning. His mother was still asleep. He put his arm over her and pressed a breast. She sniffed and came awake slowly, turning to face him and smiling too. Sylvia kissed him. Then she tossed the coverings away, saw he was hard already, and grinned like a young woman with her best sweetheart in bed with her. Creeping down between his legs she gave him a surprise.
Grabbing his hard on with a small hand that barely could hold it she began jacking up and down, then her mouth went to his balls and licked them. Moving her tongue up his shaft she continued stroking his prick, and licking it. Finally she took the head in her small mouth and worked her tongue about it, bringing him close to coming, but not quite. She chewed on it and then began bobbing her head up and down with his cock filling her mouth, even taking it into her throat.
Continuing that for several minutes brought John closer and closer to coming. He grabbed her pretty hair and began fucking her face while he looked under her and saw her pussy was dripping. Mother was coming again. It was time to give her something more to remember. He rammed up one last time, moaned with passion, and began filling her throat with his sperm. Her gagging was like music to him. She took it. Took it all. Eagerly. And she finger fucked her pussy as she held his cock with the other hand. She sucked him cleanJohn knew his mother had needed help. He had done what he could. It did helpLiving in the house were John and Sylvia. John was her youngest son. Her eldest was Craig. John had recently finished college and was looking for work. Sylvia was married to Griffith, but they had a loveless marriage. Griffith was often away working as a trainer for his company. He trained military personnel in the use of the computer systems and software that the company provided to the services.
Griffith had started right out of college with the company and had done well. But his marriage to Sylvia was never a happy one. Griffith was gay, and he had followed the old idea of hiding it by marrying and having children. It had been disastrous for Sylvia. Her emotional side had shutdown. The only two times they had actually fucked she had become pregnant. That was why she had her tubes tied. She neither wanted nor needed any more children. Her life become an emotional wreck. She had thought it would never get better. She was wrong.
It was a day or so after John had made love to his mother. Sylvia and John had broken the barrier and established a sexual relationship. It was something she had never looked for, but now that it had happened she was filled with a newfound love of life, and for her son. He had given her more than he would ever realize. Little did she know how much her life was really going to change.
Going into town, after kissing his new lover goodbye, John made a stop at the company where Craig worked as an accountant. He had time to see John in his alcove. They greeted and then Craig asked why John looked so happy. Whispering, John answered the question.
"Craig, you'll never believe me, but I had sex with Mother. Jesus, it was the best fuck I've ever had. And she sucked my cock, too. Damn, man, she's really hot when you get her going."
"Bullshit. You're putting me on. Mother would never do that. She's always been a cold-hearted bitch. I don't even understand how she ever had us. I'm certain she and Father haven't had sex in years. They've had separate rooms since I can remember."
"I know, I know Craig, but I shit you not. She was crying the other day and I finally got her to tell me why. It's all because Father is gay and their love life was nil, man. Nada. I can hardly believe it myself, but it's great. She does love us, man. She does. She's shown me. God, she is so fucking beautiful and she needs sex so much that it's all good. I hardly wanted to leave the house today 'cause I knew that hairless pussy was there waiting. I think she had it waxed just for me."
"I still think you're putting me on. We'll see. Anyway, the boss is coming this way. You need to leave. Talk later, okay, bro?"
John left and went to his next interview. Craig mulled over what he had been told, hardly noticing the figures he was working with on his computer. It was a long day. He wanted to get home to Gretchen, his wife. They had married last year and he had finally got her trained properly. He might be a peon here in the office, but he was a Master at home.
Arriving home at 6:00 that evening with some flowers in hand, Craig opened the door knowing what he would find. His Gretchen was sitting on her thighs, naked, with her hands lying upon her legs and her eyes looking downward. He touched her hair which allowed her to look up into his eyes with all of her love and devotion. She waited to be spoken to.
"Little pet, I'm tired now. I brought you some flowers. You've been a good pet for so long you deserve them. Now go into the bathroom and wait for me."
"Yes Master. Thank you so much for the flowers. I'm so lucky to have you."
Craig went into the bedroom and disrobed. He glanced at his body in the full mirror covering one whole wall. He liked what he saw. He and John had followed their mother in one way at least. They had kept themselves healthy and in great shape. His prick was flaccid now, but it would soon be hard and ready for his pet.
Walking into the bathroom he found Gretchen kneeling upon a rug near the walk in shower. He again caressed her red hair and she looked up into his eyes and smiled. As he walked into the shower she rose and followed him. He turned on the shower, set the temperature and then waited. Gretchen began massaging and cleaning his body with a large soapy sponge. She paid particular attention to his cock and ass hole. These were her favorite spots. His too. When he was thoroughly cleaned she again knelt before him. His prick was upright.
"You may worship my cock, pet."
With those word she began fondling his balls with one hand and stroking his dick with the other, keeping her eyes on his, begging to be told she was a good pet. She was. He caressed her long hair and she smiled and then started licking his prick up and down the shaft. Slowly, the way he liked it. He loved the way she sucked cock. He had trained her well. She was happy and so was he.
He was nearing the point where he would ejaculate into her face, but he wanted to fuck something instead.
"That's perfect pet. Now lean against the wall. Master wants to fuck you."
"Thank you Master. I love to be fucked. Please be rough with me. Please?"
"Take what I give you, pet. I'll fuck you the way you need to be fucked. I'll decide."
With that he held his cock in one hand and spread the cheeks of her ass with the other. His placed his dick in her ass hole and rammed it in with one hard thrust. She cried out in pain and lust, and begged him to fuck her harder. Gretchen loved it rough. Craig didn't mind. He just loved fucking his submissive wife.
He grabbed her long red hair and jerked her head back while he kept a hand on her neck. With hard stroke after hard stroke he screwed her ass as she kept moaning with pleasure. He knew she was coming, but he had always enjoyed making her come. That was a pleasure for him. He was thinking it would be a pleasure to make his mother beg to be fucked too.
Craig filled her ass with his spurts of come. He rammed her as long as he had come to give her and then pulled out abruptly so that he could watch the creamy goo ooze out of her bung hole. He wiped it up with his hand and feed it to Gretchen. She gobbled it up eagerly. He liked that. They finished washing up and then went into the bedroom to dress. They were dining out tonight.
That same evening John and Sylvia were dining in. They had lots to talk about. John didn't let on that he had told Craig anything. The brothers were very close. They always had been a team, making up for the lack of love in the family by being best buddies. Sibling rivalry was never part of their life. But now John was discovering what he had missed, and hoping to make up for lost time, as was Sylvia. It surprised her how much she really cared for her sons, now that she had allowed her emotions to escape and be freely expressed. She couldn't keep her hands off of her son, continually touching his hand or arm or leg. Sometimes even caressing his cheek, with a smile.
"Mother, I have to go out of town this Sunday. One of the places I interviewed with has given me a callback, but they want me to interview with another group about 200 miles away. So that means I need to get there on Sunday to prepare and be fresh on Monday morning. I can drive back in the afternoon and get home Monday evening fairly early. I'll leave here around noon on Sunday."
"That sounds wonderful for you John. I'm sure this is a positive thing. You'll get that job, I just know it. Anyway, I was going to invite Craig and Gretchen over for a luncheon on Sunday. I think it's time I talked to Craig as I spoke to you. He needs to know the truth too."
John didn't bother to let his mother know Craig already knew. He'd let his mother tell it in her own way. He just wished he could be here to see how Craig took it. Craig had always felt more abandoned by Mother than he had. He was sure things would go well. His love and respect for Mother was growing every day. And he looked forward to a night of frolic. He could smell his mother's sexual juices right now. Both of them had been aroused throughout the dinner.
They spent an evening together watching a movie, with Sylvia cuddling on John's lap, feeling his erection and looking forward to using it a little later. Finally it was too much. Both were ignoring the movie. John had been caressing his mother's breasts and she had been rubbing her ass on his hard cock.
"Fuck it. I need your pussy Sylvia. I know you want me. I can feel it. Let's fuck Mother."
"Yes, yes, yes. Quick, let's fuck here in the den on your father's leather sofa. I need some cock baby. Fuck mommy now."
Getting rid of clothes takes an eternity when you want sex as badly as these two did. John's eyes were lustfully gazing at his mother's tits and cunt. So fucking sweet. His prick could not get any harder. As he moved towards his now naked mother it bobbed up and down, and he could see the fluids glistening on her pussy lips. She was wet and ready.
Her arms were extended and they came together, arms hugging tight and lips battling as they kissed and made out like teenagers. John sucked on his mother's earlobes and neck as she moaned with lust. His cock was pressed against her belly, waiting to fuck something. Anything.
He leaned down and took each tit into his mouth, chewing and sucking each, until her nipples were pointing proudly out. His middle finger went into her cunt and found the sweet spot in the front and she began coming quickly and wetly. He took the finger and let her lick her own essence. It turned her on more. All the while she had been tightly gripping his pecker. As if she never wanted to lose it.
It was time. Sylvia needed a fast and hard fuck. John took her body and placed it over the arm of the sofa, with her ass in the air and her arms outstretched. He got on his knees to praise her ass with his tongue. Tossing her salad, he licked and chewed her puckered hole while her juices were running down her thighs onto the wood floor. They might even ruin the leather. No one gave a fuck. They were in full lust.
Now his cock wanted cunt. And her cunt wanted hard fucking. He got up off his knees, leaned forward, and pressed the head of his dick into her wet pussy. It went in easily, but he was teasing Mother. She begged for more. Her hands were pounding the leather sofa, pleading for more dick, more fucking. He took pity on her. John began sinking the length of his cock into her cooze and she groaned with relief and took it all, wishing there was more. Sylvia was feeling like a real whore now. And enjoying it.
He was driving into her deeper and deeper with all his force. Her body shook from the plunging prick and trembled with the orgasms she was experiencing. They rolled over her body in waves as he probed ever deeper until he was banging against her cervix. Nothing was more important right now than fucking his mother.
Sylvia whimpered as she felt him approaching his own orgasm. He was fucking faster and faster and yelling out filthy names, calling her a whore and a bitch and a slut, and she loved hearing it as he started squirting his spunk in streams into her quim. Her hairless, tasty quim. He filled her and kept fucking until he could drain no more. He almost fell as he pulled out and sat roughly upon the floor, gazing at her gash as it dripped his and her come out onto the floor.
That was their fuck play for the night. They were both exhausted. It was time for bed. John had wanted to start sleeping with Sylvia, but she nixed that. She was so used to sleeping on her own, and she loved having the space to sleep where ever she pleased. So they just used her bed for screwing whenever they felt like it. Tonight they had used the den. Perhaps some day they would use the kitchen table. For now they went to their showers and off to bed. Happily, of course.
The week progressed and Sylvia phoned her son, Craig, to ask him and Gretchen to come over for a luncheon on Sunday. She thought that would be more convenient. She knew her son was not religious. None of the family were. So they wouldn't be attending any services. In addition, after have their meal they could converse freely in the afternoon and it would still allow them to get home before it became dark.
Craig was rather surprised to hear from her. This was the first time they had made contact since his marriage to Gretchen over a year ago. But perhaps John had not been having him on. Perhaps Mother was changed. Well, in that case, he had something in mind for dear Mother. He readily agreed to the luncheon invitation.
On the next Sunday morning Sylvia served John a good breakfast in anticipation of his long drive to the larger city upstate. He left around 10:00, before his brother and Gretchen would arrive for the luncheon. He knew they were coming, of course, and he was glad to hear it, because he hoped that the family might become more of a loving entity for once. John was always the more emotional and soft hearted of the two sons.
Sylvia heard a car as it drove up the long driveway, crunching the gravel. It must be Craig and Gretchen. She was looking forward to this, but also worried, and ashamed of what she was about to tell her son and his wife. The truth had set her free so far. She hoped it would be even better when Craig learned the truth.
Finding how much she loved John had made her reevaluate her feelings towards Craig, and she realized that she loved him too. She had always loved her sons. She had only been unable to express it because of the emotional turmoil inside that she had struggled so hard to hide, from her husband, and her sons.
Now she made last minute adjustments to the table setting, and the flowers she had place around the table and the living area. She was pleased with the affect. She hoped Craig and Gretchen be pleased too. It was important that they feel welcome. She wanted badly to change the course this family had been on.
The doorbell rang. Sylvia quickly went to open it. Craig was standing there. Gretchen wasn't with him.
"Craig, dear. Hello. I thought Gretchen was coming. Please come in. Welcome to your home, dear."
"Mother. Gretchen couldn't make. I hope I'm enough for you."
"Of course, of course. I have the luncheon ready. Do you need to wash up? We can eat anytime. Please Craig come in."
Craig was looking at his mother in a new light. He had made Gretchen stay home in anticipation of something occurring that she didn't need to be part of. He followed his mother into the front room. There was a washroom off of the den. He went in there and washed up, especially putting cold water on his face. He had plans. He needed to stay cool. He came out and the two of them went in to eat.
While they were eating Sylvia repeated to Craig what she had told John last week. All about her loveless marriage, and the fact that she now understood that she had not been a good mother. She knew that now. She wanted both her sons to know that she loved them. She had discovered that love during the self-examination she had undergone the last few days. She didn't mention what she and John had been doing almost every night. She thought that would be too much for Craig. It didn't concern him, in any case.
During the meal and as his mother was talking Craig's mind was drifting. He knew all of this already. What he wanted was to find out if what John had told him about Mother was true. The part where she had sex with her own son. He was a son. He was the oldest son. Where the fuck was his pussy? He was a Master. He should be fucking the bitch. But he stayed calm. This was going to happen. He was going to get some from his mother.
"Well, I hope that helps clear the air, dear. Craig, please understand, I love you and John. I want us to have a good relationship. What do you think? Do you have any questions for me, Craig?"
"I understood perfectly Mother. Now that we're finished with lunch may we go into the den? If you don't mind I could use a drink. Father always keeps a good selection of liquors in there. You know I'm of age, right?"
He laughed. So did Sylvia. Craig seemed a little odd, but then, this was a lot to take in. Even she was still working out her feelings and she knew he must be a little confused by it all. She needed to give him time. They went into the den and she made them both drinks. Two whiskeys and sodas. They tasted good. It felt good to be having a drink with her oldest boy. Both of her sons had turned out well, despite her faults.
When he finished his drink Craig walked over to where his mother was standing by the desk. He placed his hands on her waist and bent in to kiss her. Sylvia was slightly taken aback. She resisted. This was a complete surprise.
"Craig. What's come over you? This isn't right. You need to stop."
"Why is it right for John and not for me? Really? I know all about it Mother. You're a whore. You fucked your own son. Now your oldest son wants some and you say no? What the fuck. You're a bitch and a slut."
As much as Sylvia wanted to slap her own son she couldn't help but think he was just telling the truth. She had been with her son John. She had acted like a whore. Fucking her own boy. Letting him eat her pussy. Oh god, she was a whore.
"Get on your fucking knees, you cunt. Get down and suck my fucking cock. Do it now bitch."
Craig removed his belt and slapped his mother across the tits and then her ass. She dropped to her knees.
Sylvia was creaming. She could feel her pants becoming wet with her cunt juices. God, she wanted this. She was a slut. She wanted to suck her son's cock while he treated her like a bitch and a whore. She knew this now. She looked up into Craig's eyes and then reached for his pants, to unzip them and take out his now hard prick.
"Your fucking training is starting now. Suck it little bitch. Your Master wants a good blow job."
His cock was being coated with her saliva as she licked his prick and sucked his nuts. He grabbed her red hair and began fucking her face. This was going to be a quick fuck. The training would begin soon. Now he wanted to come on her bitch face. As she gagged from his forceful fucking he smiled. Mother was finally getting what she really needed. His strings of come shot out and she swallowed some, but then he began spraying her face and her silk blouse with spurts of come. He was marking his new territory.
Mother was getting more help for her little problem. She smiled.t had been a week since Sylvia had submitted to her son Craig. He had overcome her reluctance and she had sucked his cock. He had made her his submissive slave, and she'd loved it. But she'd been very sorry when he had left, because she was wondering what this would mean to her relationship with John, her younger son.
John was twenty-two and had just finished college. He was busy searching for a good job, and had been gone the Sunday her twenty-three year old son, Craig, had fucked her face. He'd had her swallow his come, before spraying her face and tits with more come.
After giving him a blow job she had begged to be fucked, but Craig slapped her ass with his leather belt and told her to shut up and do only what she was told to do. He had lounged in a large chair in the den and told her to make herself come with her fingers. She had done what he wanted. She fucked her pussy with one hand while she pinched her nipples until she moaned with lust. She couldn't stop coming.
Craig jerked off in the chair. At one point he told her to stop coming. To just stop making her body have orgasms. She shuddered and tried. She was able to control herself. Or rather, he controlled her. She did as she was told. She was able to sustain that control until he released her to continue coming. Then he rose, walked over to where she knelt on the floor, and slapped her face with his still hard cock.
"You are my slave now, Sylvia. Never forget it. Now clean yourself up, I have to get home. You'll hear from me when I need you, slave."
With that, he gathered himself together and left the house. She heard his car driving down the gravel road from the house. She found herself smiling and wondered why. Then she thought of John. How was her relationship to him going to change? Her Master had not mentioned John. Did that mean she could still enjoy the pleasure of John's company? She decided that as long as Craig didn't tell her otherwise, she would continue as before. John was due home tomorrow. What would she tell him?
Arriving home late the next day, John felt his mother had changed somehow. She was very happy to see him, but was rather subdued. She did give him a passionate kiss. He felt his rod growing. She, however, had other plans. She took him into the den and they sat down with drinks as usual. Sylvia poured as he waited to see what was on her mind.
"Did you know that your brother was into Domination and submission?"
"Well, actually I did. We tell each other everything. We always have. I don't want to be inconsiderate, but the way we were raised in this house caused us to be very close. Now that you're out of your shell and enjoying your life again, I see nothing wrong with letting you know how it was for us before."
"That'll be my burden to bear, John. I know that. But I think I'm making progress in turning things around, don't you? So, you knew about Craig. Does that mean that Gretchen is his submissive?"
"Yes, she is. How did you find out about all this? When they came over yesterday, they actually told you about it all?"
"John, it wasn't the both of them. Just Craig came over. I need to tell you something. Craig did something to me, something I liked a lot. He made me get on my knees and suck his cock. He made me be submissive and do whatever he wanted. He didn't fuck me, but I wanted him too. He made me play with myself and then keep from coming. I felt very good being submissive to my own son. Just as I love fucking and making love to you, John. I must say I'm rather confused by it all. But Master Craig didn't tell me not to let you know. So I am."
"It doesn't matter in the least to me, Sylvia. You're exploring a whole new world, I know that. I'm happy you are. But what does this mean for me? Are you going to stop being my lover, Mother? I would hate that. I love you so much now. I need you. You have to know that now."
"Come here, John. Come to me. I don't know what it all means yet, either. But Craig didn't tell me to stop loving you, I don't think he would. I would hate that. I need you too. I need you right now. You must know that every time you get near me my pussy starts getting wet. It is now. It needs you baby, I need you. Let's go upstairs and Mother will let you fuck her ass. I'd like that. Let's do that, John."
John didn't have to be urged any further. He downed his drink, took Sylvia's hand, and they quickly went upstairs. Her room was the best for their frantic style of love-making, with its king size bed. John disrobed first because he knew Sylvia loved to see his body. Then he slowly took each of her clothing items off, smelled them, and tossed them aside. He loved the fact that her pussy was already glistening with fluids. Her nipples were so hard they looked painful, but he bit them anyway and Sylvia moaned and pressed them into his face.
He pushed her down on the bed and began making out with his mother. She returned all the loving he was giving. She so much enjoyed kissing, and the way he would lick and suck her neck and earlobes. It was enough to make her come. Sylvia was a sensual woman, she had never known it before. As they kissed, she was busy mauling her tits and pinching her nipples. She liked the sharp pain it caused. Then her fingers lingered in her cunt, tickling the clit and spreading her moisture around her labia. She felt John's hard cock pressed into her taut stomach and yearned to be fucked.
It was time for John to fuck some mother ass. He knew that. His prick was pulsing against Mother's flesh and he needed to come badly. He rose up onto his knees and ordered his mother to get on her hands and knees for an ass fucking. She quickly got into position, her submissive nature was responding. John smeared his hand on her cunt and rubbed it onto his dick, then he began working it into her puckered hole.
He put his hand on her neck and forced her face down into the bed. He started working it, fucking that ass with a regular rhythm and asking her if she wanted more.
"For god's sake, John, please fuck me harder. I need to feel it all in me. I need your huge cock, baby."
Her words were muffled with her face crammed into the bed, but John heard her loud and clear, and began stroking faster and deeper, feeling the tightness of Mother's ass gripping his cock. It was heaven fucking Sylvia. Heaven to fuck his mother. Screwing her like a whore. She was a whore. He told her and she responded by pushing her ass back against him wanting more and more.
All the time his prick was using Mother's ass, she had been cramming a dildo up her cooze. She had grabbed it as she came into the room. Now it was slippery from all the cunt juices flowing out of her as she was ass fucked. She fucked herself at the same time, her moans grew louder and so did John's groans of passion.
He was very close, she could tell, feeling his cock swell in her ass hole. He was so fucking deep and then he suddenly started gushing out come into her hole. It was hot and it made her have an immediate, huge orgasm. She cried out with pleasure. He kept pumping in and out, feeding all his spunk to his mother.
As they were relaxing later, having washed up and had dinner, they kept their thoughts to themselves, but John was certain of one thing. He was not giving up Mother, she was his fuck now. He might share, but she was his. However, it would all have to wait, because Father was arriving home tomorrow. His training session had completed with an After Action Review at the fort where he had trained some troops, and he was flying into the airport on the morning shuttle flight.
Griffith was met at the airport by Sylvia and John together. That was a little unusual, but not terribly. He was glad to get home. Although he would miss one of the soldier's he had become very friendly with during their evenings off at the base. Griffith loved these training sessions, they always gave him the opportunity to hook up on the down and low with a sweet young soldier. They were always so fit.
On the ride home they discussed the usual inconsequential things. Griffith was no fool, he could tell his wife seemed much happier than normal. She actually smiled once in awhile, especially at John. Something was different, but as long a it didn't make his life more difficult he didn't mind. He would be home now for perhaps a month. He would be going in to work each day, of course.
John was still actively job hunting virtually every day, so he and Sylvia found that having Griffith home now was a difficult obstacle to their love making. Still, they had the occasional quick fuck after Griffith had drifted off to sleep. John's room was down the hall and they were cautious and quiet.
At last John, who had been mulling over their whole situation, decided to have a chat with his brother. Nothing had ever come between them before. He was convinced nothing would now, but he had to clear the air. Craig had not been in touch with Mother since that one Sunday afternoon. Nothing at all. Perhaps it had been a joke of his. Craig had a rather odd sense of humor. John called him at his workplace.
"What's up, John?" His cell phone told him who was calling.
"Not a lot, Craig. I did have something to talk about, but I would rather talk face to face if you can spare the time for your little brother."
"Of course. Always. You want to come over tonight? Gretchen likes to cook for you."
"Sure. That'd be great. I'll be over about seven o'clock then. Take care, bro."
John was out most of the day, so he also called Mother and told her he would not be eating at home that night. When he arrived home he told Mother that he would be dining with Craig and Gretchen at their apartment.
"Is anything wrong, John? What does this mean?"
"Not a thing, Mother. I just need to see Craig. Really, don't worry about anything. I haven't seen him in so long now I need to talk with the two of them."
"Alright, John. I trust you baby. Have fun with your brother. Tell Gretchen hello from me. I understand her a lot better now. I think Craig has made her very happy."
Driving into the city, John went over in his mind possible outcomes for the evening. Craig might tell him that Mother was his now. That would not be good. He'd hate to be in any kind of conflict with his brother. For so many years they had been everything to each other, but it had to be okay. It just had to.
He rang the bell of the apartment and Gretchen opened the door. She was nude, and she didn't appear to be ashamed. She smiled at her brother-in-law. Gretchen had always liked John. Craig had not bothered to tell her about the new relationship both sons had with their mother. He hadn't felt it necessary to give his sub any information she had no need for. It was her function to serve him, and it was what she lived for now. Both were happy.
"Hi, John. You don't mind if Gretchen stays naked do you? She was a little out of sorts today and I am punishing her. Want to spank her ass a little?"
"I think I'll pass right now, bro."
John was laughing. He had been to the apartment several times and there had been other times that Gretchen had needed instruction or punishment. It was no surprise to him. Gretchen didn't mind him seeing her, she was a good little sub. She served them both at the table, she would eat later. The conversation revolved around Craig's work and John's job searching.
When they were finished eating, they walked over to the sofa and sat down, while Gretchen cleaned the table and then had her dinner at the counter on a stool.
"So what's up, John? I know you. Something is eating you, man. Talk to me."
"Hell, you know what it is, Craig. You know Mother has changed now. She talks to me all the time, and I'm still fucking her and getting all the blow jobs I can. She loves us, Craig, and she told me about that Sunday. You know, when you made her submit. She was happy she did it, but, I mean, what the hell does that do to my new relationship with her? Are you going to send her a message and tell her she can't mess with anyone but you? Is that gonna happen man? 'Cause it will not be happy making for me. You gotta know that. I love Mother, I want her. I love her and she loves me. What's gonna happen?"
"Brother dear, you've got no worries. Tell you what, I'll show you. Gretchen! Come over here to Master."
Gretchen had finished eating and was washing dishes, but she immediately dried her hands and quickly came to stand in front of Craig with her head bowed in submission. She was awaiting his commands. She was always the obedient little sub.
"Look at Master. Good pet. Now go over to the sofa. Bend over the arm and spread your legs. I want to see your pussy. That's right, good girl. John, see that pussy? That's my pussy, but I want you to have some of it. I want you to fuck Gretchen. And I want Gretchen to enjoy it, so fuck her hard and deep. Okay, bro, go get some of the cunt."
"You don't mean that, Craig. She's your wife. You're kidding, right?"
"Fuck no. You're my brother, what's mine is yours. You feel the same, right? Go and fuck her, please. She's been punished enough tonight. Now she gets a reward from Master. She gets a new cock. She'll be happy as hell and my brother will really understand me. We've always been close. Now you'll really get me, man. Go and screw my wife. Please."
This was like getting an extra dessert for John. Gretchen had always struck him as perfection. He had checked out her whole delicious body when he got here, but tried not to show it. Now he didn't mind looking all he wanted to. He rose and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his trousers and while stepping out, was pulling his shirt over his head. Just his underwear remained, and it came off flipping his already hard prick into the air.
He approached Gretchen, leaned down, licked her cunt and made her tremble. Then he fed his cock into her already greasy pussy. Deeper and deeper he penetrated her. As he did he, saw Craig coming around the side, already naked also. John started reaming that ginger pussy. Each thrust shook her small body. She had started whimpering with lust as soon as he licked her quim.
Craig was on his knees in front of Gretchen. He was feeding his prick into her open mouth and she took it eagerly while still being screwed by her brother-in-law. Two cocks, one sub, and all happy. John crammed as much dick into her as would fit. She was tiny but he got almost all in before he was stopped, and just began fucking her over and over. Her grunting was muffled because her mouth was full of Master's cock, but she took it and loved every inch John gave her. He started coming first and his spunk filled her tight cunt. He kept pumping until he could get no more out.
Craig grabbed his wife's head and began fucking her mouth faster and faster. He was going to make her swallow every drop, and she wanted to. She wanted to please Master. It began shooting in spurts into her throat and she gagged on all the jizz, but she swallowed it and licked his cock, wanting more. Craig had always preferred blow jobs. Tonight was no exception, but Gretchen got the added pleasure of being hosed by her brother-in-law. She had secretly wanted that for a long time. Master was good to anticipate her needs.
"Gretchen, that was very good, little pet. Now lick and suck us both until we are clean. Then get a washcloth, and come in here and clean us some more. That's a good girl."
She did as she was told, licking first her Master and then John. She smiled up at both and ran to get the cloth to clean them even more. Craig sat in one chair and John in another, they just gave each other a brotherly smile while she finished her chore. Craig had made his point very clearly.
The two brothers chatted awhile, making plans for Mother. Gretchen was allowed to stay and listen, but was kneeling on the floor by her Master so he could stroke her red hair. She was happy. She was also happy for her mother-in-law because Master was taking an interest in her. Mother Sylvia was in for some happy times.Standing up before her sons with no clothing would have been completely humiliating to Sylvia only a short few weeks ago. She had been living in a loveless marriage, with two grown sons whom she had never really become acquainted with. It was a sorry affair when a mother didn't even know her own sons. Fully grown sons, who were essentially strangers, because she had been so cold and full of despair that she had never bothered to learn how much they could really mean to her. How much she could love them. And how much they could love her.
Now here she was. Her lovely body, so trim from continuous work outs and good food, was perfect, with legs that had the curves that drew a man's eyes. Her breasts had very little sag, and were proudly displayed upon her chest, with her nipples hard like small garnets. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back. Her hands were at her side. Nothing was hidden.
Her sons were seated on the sofa and she stood before the fire in the fireplace. Her shaven pussy was glistening with moisture from her own lust. The labia were swollen as she spread her legs to give them a good view. Her daughter-in-law Gretchen was on her knees at her husband's feet. Craig slowly stroked the soft hair of his wife and submissive.
It had come to this after John, her newly graduated son, found her crying one day, and finally she was able to tell him the truth. What followed seemed now to have been inevitable. First John had made her feel joyous about life again. His love making had turned her from a cool and aloof matron into a sexual being, lusting for her own son and fucking him with renewed passion each time they were together. Or sucking down his milk and loving the taste and savoring the love making.
Then Craig had taught her how to submit to a Master. And she did so. It had taken little for him to turn her into another willing slave, along with his sweet pet, Gretchen. But he would share. With his brother everything was to be shared. They together shared Gretchen, and her passion had filled them both with joy as they used her as she wished to be used. Craig had fucked her mouth as John fucked her from behind. The two brothers were never closer.
Now, a month later, their father was away on a training mission. It was time to make sure Mother was happy.
"You're very obedient, Sylvia. Your Master is pleased. So is John. And my pet, Gretchen, always wanted to do this, didn't you pet?"
"Yes Master. I've lusted for mother Sylvia. I hope that doesn't displease my Master."
"Oh no. I want you to be honest with me. I'm happy to give you your dreams tonight. Now crawl over and suck on Sylvia's wet cunt."
As Gretchen eagerly crept over on her hands and knees both Craig and John rose and began discarding their clothing. The den was nice and warm with the fire, and by the time Gretchen was spreading Sylvia's pussy lips apart to begin sucking her copious juices they were completely nude.
Both had large erections and both were stroking as the women performed for them. Sylvia could not stand long before her legs gave out with the trembling from the orgasms rippling throughout her body. She slumped down upon the pillows placed there in front of the fire, just for this purpose.
"Master. Are you sure this is alright? It feels so good."
That was Sylvia checking with her new Master and son Craig. He was happy with what he was watching. It pleased him. It certainly made John happy. It was fine. He told her to start eating the cunt of her fellow submissive.
Sylvia quickly kissed Gretchen's mouth and tasted her own cunt fluids and then the two did as they were told and began eating each other's pussy. Gretchen was on the bottom and Sylvia was rubbing her cunt on her face, making it slimy and slick, which Gretchen licked up and used her fingers to bring into her mouth.
At the same time Sylvia had her tongue ramming into the cunt below her. It tasted good. It tasted like her own cunt. Like the juices she had licked from the dildos that she had used to bring pleasure to herself for so many years. Now she wished she had one of those toys to fuck Gretchen with now. That would be fun.
Orgasms were passing through the bodies of the two women, as John and Craig stroked their cocks slowly at first, and then harder and faster as the sight of the ladies coming caused them to want to do the same. Each had a large cock in hand with a red, bulbous head and both were getting wet from the sweat caused by their lust and the fireplace. At last Craig glanced at John. John nodded. They both slowly walked up to the still licking women.
"Master needs his pets. Sit up and take your medicine."
The two women immediately stopped their pussy lapping and sat back on their thighs with their mouths open. John moved to Sylvia, but Craig shook his head, moving him to Gretchen, and Craig stood before his mother. He did so enjoy watching her swallow his sperm. Somehow it made up for the years of psychological neglect from her. And she certainly didn't mind. The more come from her sons the better.
The two men started jacking off again and were not quite ready. The women were whimpering with need. Both were begging to help and lick the cocks in front of them. They were told to be patient and wait. They did so.
At last Craig started squirting his spunk into his mother's mouth. She spread her red lips as wide as she could so as not to lose a drop. John was still jerking and Gretchen was rubbing her cunt with her fingers, keeping herself coming and waiting with little patience for the milk of life her brother-in-law had for her.
Finally John achieved orgasm and began shooting his spunk out. Some went into her mouth. Most was hosing her face and tits. She took it without regrets. She loved to have come on her body.
Both young men continued until they had completed coming. Then Sylvia begged to lick Gretchen's body. Craig nodded, and she pushed Gretchen down on the pillows and used her tongue to lick up the juices her son had spread over the breasts and face of Gretchen.
While she did that she would pause and the two would make out, kissing and nuzzling, but she always returned to the come still on Gretchen's tits. She sucked her nipples until they were scarlet and Gretchen was whining for more and more.
"Enough! Go upstairs to the master bedroom and take a shower together. We're all going out. I know you'll play with each other, but don't take long. Master is hungry. Understood, pets?"
Sylvia and Gretchen both broke off what they were doing immediately and nodded to Craig. Then they hurried up the stairs, giggling, with their clothes in their hands and their long hair bouncing upon their naked backs. Both women wore their hair long. That pleased Craig. He liked his mother's brunette hair, and Gretchen's red hair matched her pussy, when she didn't shave it.
This month Craig wanted her cunt with hair. Next month he might change his mind.
As the two young men went into the bathroom off of the den to wash their pricks clean they were chatting. They were close. They always had been.
"I still don't quite get this whole Domination and submissive thing Craig. I always thought someone had a sub and that sub was theirs and theirs alone, and that the sub would do anything they were told to do. I thought that was the whole idea."
"It's actually pretty simple John. In fact, you could boil it down to one word if you wanted to. Mutual. Both sides want it. If they don't then it is something else. No one is ever forced in this kind of relationship. The sub wants to be dominated. He or she lives for it."
"And the Master or Dom wants the control. But it only, truly, works if both want it completely and are willing to give everything to the relationship. That's why I can offer Gretchen to you or to Mother. She is willing and I am willing."
"But I thought there were rules or something. I know I sound idiotic. It's all strange to me."
"That's what I mean John. This is not a church or a corporation. We don't have rules and regulations. We don't have the Head Dominant telling us what to do. It's like I said. It's always a mutual agreement, even if unspoken, and that's the beginning and ending of it all. Actually, either party could end it at any time."
While they were chatting down in the den Sylvia and Gretchen were scrubbing each other's backs and finger fucking and biting each other as they giggled and tried to remember that Craig ordered them to hurry. Finally they were clean. They quickly dressed. They both wanted to be pretty for Master. And for John. Both loved John too.
They were going out on the town. They took two vehicles to the the village nearby. Craig and Gretchen would leave from the restaurant to their own apartment in the city. John and Sylvia would go to the family home.
It was a celebration of sorts. It was Sylvia's coming out party. She had shaken off the shackles of her husband and her grief and her despair and was entering a new world, a new phase, in her life.
They went to a good restaurant and all were seated at a table in the corner. That was fine. There the ladies could find a cock to hold while they awaited their dinner. John and Craig were soon hard. Gretchen was grinning at her Master as she stroked his pecker. Sylvia had glanced at Craig for his permission before taking out John's cock and stroking it. A memorable dinner.
When dinner was served they had to stop the under table play and enjoy the meal. But when the table was cleared and the desserts were ordered, with coffee for all, the two ladies slipped under the table cloth and gave each man a short blow job. Neither had to come right now, but it was a pleasure in any case. Gretchen loved to stroke her man's cock with her hot tongue. She held it tight and pushed her tongue into his prick hole. He groaned.
Sylvia was gobbling up her son's cock. She liked to cram it all in and chew on it. She continually gagged on it, but enjoyed that feeling too. She so wanted more come. That would have to wait. Meanwhile she stroked it with the spit she had put on it for lubrication and then rammed it back into her throat. John gasped.
Soon the waiter came back with the coffee and desserts. He just grinned as the ladies crawled out from under the tables with red faces and lipstick smeared. Craig and John zipped up as the ladies went to the rest room to touch up their makeup.
When they returned all of them had a nice chat as they finished dessert. They left a good tip. Since it was Friday they decided, or rather the young men decided, that the party would continue Saturday at the family home. They took both cars and went home.
John slept alone that night. Sylvia loved having her bed to herself. For sleeping. For sex it was a grand arena. One could have plenty of room for the rough and tumble of sex play that she was learning to crave, more and more. Tonight she slept the sleep of the blessed.
John slept well too. He was so happy with how life was turning out for him and his loved ones.
In the city Craig allowed Gretchen to sleep in his arms tonight. Often she would sleep at the foot of the bed. He sometimes needed the whole bed to move around. He was a restless sleeper. She awoke him as usual, kissing and praising his manhood. He smiled and stroked her red hair.
In the afternoon Craig and Gretchen drove out to the family home. Their tires crunched down the lane, giving warning of their arrival to John and Sylvia. Dinner was on the table. Sylvia had always been a fine cook. They had never lacked for wonderful food, even if they lacked for generosity of spirit from either parent. Now that had changed, at least in the case of Mother. She had proved her love for her sons. In the process she had begun to get all she had ever needed from a man when it came to sex.
She had no complaints now. And she certainly would have none later in the evening.
Everyone kissed as Gretchen and Craig came into the house. Even the brothers kissed cheeks and gave each other a hug. They had always loved each other. Now they loved and were in love with their own mother. Gretchen was happy for them. Anything that pleased Master was sure to bring joy to her.
The dinner was fun. Everyone was relaxed. The glow of sex from yesterday had still not worn off. In fact, so much sex had been occurring recently that everyone was beginning to think their lives had entered a sort of golden age of lovemaking.
Sylvia's dinner was a hit and at the end as they were finishing with a white wine and some cheese and fruit she got frisky. Almost as if her girlhood had returned. She tossed a grape at John. He laughed and then tossed a strawberry at Gretchen who did the same to Craig. In response he laughed himself, and it was a joy to Sylvia. She could not, in fact, ever remember her sons playing and laughing together, at least not in her presence. It was such a pleasure.
Craig had lost his usual stern look and seemed to have relaxed into the spirit of the evening. But he was still the only Master present, even if he granted his brother complete freedom. It was time to bring this evening to its logical conclusion.
"Okay children. You've all had your fun. Now it's time to relax in the den with a little more wine. We need to settle down. I have a wonderful evening planned. But you'll all have to just wait and see. Mother, let's open another bottle of wine and go into the den. I want to just talk for awhile."
"Master, you and John should go in and mother Sylvia and I will bring in the wine. It was a long week my love. Please go in and relax."
John and Craig went into the den, sat in their usual spots and waited for the ladies to appear. Gretchen had her orders from earlier in the day. Now she was transmitting them to her fellow sub. Her mother-in-law. And new lover.
When the ladies came in with the wine decanter and glasses they were nude. Sylvia lead the way with her tanned legs and proud breasts with brown hair in waves over her shoulders. Her nipples were hard and her cunt was clean and swollen in anticipation. Gretchen's red hair cascaded over her left shoulder and her pink nipples were hard too. Her ginger pussy hairs were just barely hiding her wet pussy lips. Both women were ready for their evening of submission and pleasure for Master and his brother.
Gretchen poured a glass of wine for her Master and herself and she sat on his lap. Sylvia, with a nod from Craig, served wine to John, and with her own glass sat in his lap. Both men were already hard and the ladies could feel it and knew that later they would be enjoying those pricks.
It made them more moist. They were leaking onto the slacks of the young men, but neither actually gave a damn.
They all cuddled for a long time, just enjoying the wine, the company, and the dinner that was settling in their stomachs. At last Craig lifted his glass.
"This is a toast to the two best pets I could have. You both may join Master in his toast. Of course you'll join, John, my own dear brother. To our new life. To our new love. And to the fucking you will both get tonight. John and I are going to use you both until you are whimpering with joy. Believe it pets."
They all touched stemware and then downed the last of the wine. Craig and John rose up and had each lady in his arms. They passed quickly out of the den, through the house, and up the stairs to Mother's room. They needed the room only her bed would provide. The set the women down on the bed and they sat with their hands folded in their laps. They were still creaming.
The ladies were already naked. Now the men stripped and the ladies watched their hard bodies emerge, with their shafts stiff and ready for fucking or sucking. Whatever they wished.
"Mother, you need to know how much your sons have grown to love you. So you will now get a special treatment from your own sons. You'll remember it with fondness forever. I'm going to lay down on the bed. Sylvia, get your ass over me and fuck me. Lower that greasy cunt onto my cock and make me happy."
Craig got on the bed on his back with his head on a pillow and Sylvia eagerly crept up and spread her legs to each side of his body, slowing lowering her pussy down onto her Master's prick. It filled her completely. He took her arms and pulled her toward him. He nodded to John who moved behind his Mother and then slowly began feeding dick into the puckered ass hole of his mother.
She moaned as she felt both pricks begin rubbing against each other in her twat and bung hole. Craig was thrusting upward and John was ramming into her. She was squealing with lust. She had been coming from the first entry into her body. She could not stop.
"Oh holy fuck, my god, my god, fuck me, fuck me hard and deep. Damn, I want it harder, please, please."
Gretchen had moved up to squat over the chest of her Master. She grabbed the hair of mother Sylvia and pressed Sylvia's face into her pussy. Her hairy pussy that needed attention. She was fucking Sylvia's face as Craig fucked her cunt and John fucked her ass.
Each person was grunting or moaning, but all were lusting for more and more sex. And finally the two men, knowing the women had been coming for minutes, now, in unison, began spilling their seed into the holes they were fucking. Sylvia took the hot come into her cunt and into her ass hole, as Gretchen began to squirt her pussy juices out over Sylvia's face. Sylvia took it all, even gulping down the cunt fluids of her daughter-in-law.
With a suddenness that surprised them all they simply collapsed into a pile of trembling flesh. They lay there for a long time, it seemed. But at last they arose.
"May we lick you clean Master?"
"Yes Mother you may. You lick me, and my other pet can lick my brother."
The ladies started simply licking the pricks there on the bed, but
soon they had progressed to cock sucking. The men did not object. They were flaccid to begin with, but with the ministrations of the subs they were soon long and hard. Both ladies were jacking each cock with a small hand and bobbed their mouths up and down on the shafts.
Sylvia was thinking how much she had missed. Gretchen was thinking how much pleasure Master had received this night. Craig was thinking how well he had trained his pets. John was thinking that he hoped this would go on forever. All, at some point, realized that Mother was fulfilled now. She needed for nothing now.
The young men shot their sperm into the waiting mouths and it was swallowed with some gagging, but with love too.
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