Part 5
The next few weeks were great. I discarded my morals, and shame, and just enjoyed our new found closeness. I justified it, thinking that since we weren’t having sex, it wasn’t that bad. I just went about things for the sake of having fun and loving the attention. We’d touch each other as we passed and every few days, I’d surprise him with a pair of my panties. The first time I gave him a pair, the three of us had spent the afternoon running errands. As we shopped, when we were out of sight, he’d play with my crotch and I’d rub his cock over his shorts, getting me extremely wet. At lunch, I went to the bathroom and removed my satin and lace panties, not caring that at times my bare pussy would be visible under my skirt. I returned to the table and when Tom went up to the counter to pay, Jake and I waited by the car. I pushed him against the side of the car and pushed my panties against his face. “A gift.” I smiled and he grabbed it, not sure what it was. His eyes lit up when he realized and he inhaled my scent quickly before shoving it in his pocket and giving me a big smile. I wore skirts and dresses a lot more often, since pants, and even shorts, increased the chances of us getting caught. As time passed, we got more and more brazen. On one particular outing, I insisted that the new vase I bought get buckled into the front seat so it wouldn’t get broken, only so Jake and I could touch each other while Tom drove home. The exhilaration of talking to Tom while Kyle’s fingers penetrated my pussy was amazing, making me be daring enough to briefly pull out Kyle’s cock and pump it a few times.
“What are you two doing?” Tom asked at one point.
“Nothing, Kyle’s trying to tickle me, I don’t know why.” And I smacked Kyle’s hand and laughed.
As the summer progressed, my nighttime outfits got shorter and Tom questioned me the first time I sat on the couch in just a sports bra and my panties.
“Hon,” He lectured that first night. “That’s not really appropriate. You’re going to accidently turn poor Kyle on, and that would be awkward. Put on something.”
I reminded him that I walk around braless all the time and that Kyle has never been turned on by that, and that it was disgusting that he’d even think Kyle would find his mom sexually attractive. I got increasingly wet as we argued, knowing that I was really wearing the outfits for him, and Tom had no idea. I climbed on Tom’s lap, kissing him deeply and asking him if he liked me this way and he agreed that I looked good. I told him, as I unbuttoned his shorts and reached for his cock, that maybe it would be fun if he and I fooled around like this more often.
“It’s exciting,” I smiled, as he helped me release his cock from his shorts. “to be like this with Kyle in his room.”
I moved my panties to the side and pushed his half hard cock into me. He moaned as he protested briefly that we’d get caught, as his hand pulled up my sports bra and he started to caress my breasts.
“That’s the fun part, and who cares if he sees us, we’re married. Maybe he should move out soon.” I laughed as I started to bounce up and down on his hardening cock. Suddenly we heard Jake’s door open and I jumped off Tom quickly as he pushed his cock back into his shorts. We laughed as we joked that it was like being teenagers again. During those weeks, I was finally sexually satisfied, as I got attention from both my men.
“So, I warm you up all day,” Kyle complained to me one night, when it was just him and me in the house. “And he gets to fuck you at night. I’m not sure that’s fair.”
“Are you jealous?” I asked as I started to stroke his cock on the couch. “I take care of you, don’t I?”
“I’m not jealous, I just want to be the one to give you an orgasm from time to time.”
“You have.” I smiled
“Not really, you masturbate to orgasm, I want to GIVE you one.”
“We can’t have sex,” I repeated the mantra.
“I know, teach me to go down on you.” He moved between my legs and unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them and my panties off in one movement. Without permission, he pulled my crotch closer to him as he lowered his mouth to my pussy. He began licking at it, telling me how much he loved tasting me. I finally gave in and taught him how to lick my clit and eat me out. He eagerly took my instructions and it wasn’t long until my body was shaking, as he fingered me deep and his tongue flicked at my clit. Every time we were alone, he insisted on going down on me and soon he was much better, and faster, at giving me orgasms orally than Tom. After the fourth time, I finally returned the favor to him, taking his cock in my mouth and giving him his first proper blowjob. He came so quickly I was shocked. That was the moment that things shifted. He became less interested in quick hand jobs and insisted more often that I sucked his cock, which again, was more difficult to accomplish but left less evidence. Soon, passing gropes and short pumps of his cock were not enough as it occasionally turned into him pushing me to my knees and me sucking his cock for a few seconds. His attitude got a little more dominant.
One evening we went clothes shopping and since Tom was working late again, I modelled the clothes for Kyle. After the second outfit, he followed me into the dressing room and quickly removed the outfit. I laughed when he struggled with my bra for a while and then gave up completely.
“Baby,” I whispered, my pussy starting to drip. “We’re going to get caught.”
“No one’s here.” He said and dropped to his knees, pulling down my panties and immediately pushing two fingers in me as he licked my juices and clit. I leaned against the dressing room wall and put a leg on his shoulder, trying not to moan. I got really close when he stood up and pulled down his shorts and pulled me to him. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock and as I stroked it, he pushed me to my knees again. I took him in my mouth and he grabbed my hair and moved my head. I put my hands on his hips, to stop him from fucking my throat too deep, as he fucked my face for the first time. I gagged a little as he moaned too loudly but I couldn’t tell him to be quiet. He moaned loudly again and I pushed his hips hard and pushed away from his cock. I got up and put my hand over his mouth. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me, which he hadn’t done since the time he gave me my first orgasm.
“I want to fuck you.” He said, pulling my hips toward him and his cock touching the outside of my pussy for the first time. He grabbed my leg, lifting it up to give him access and I pushed him off. I gave him an evil look, wanting to yell at him but knowing I couldn’t. He moved towards me again and I slapped him, not hard, but hard enough to get his attention. I looked around for my panties and put them on and quickly got dressed as he just stood there, shocked. I left the dressing room and thanked god that no one was there to give me questioning looks. I left the store and sat in the car. As soon as he got in, I screamed and yelled at him about crossing the line and ruining our fun. He apologized, confessing again that he just couldn’t stop himself. I threatened that we’d stop everything and he begged me to give him another chance. I agreed to give him one more chance, as tears rolled down his face. He thanked me by kissing my cheek and moving his hand to my crotch.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He bargained. “No more blowjobs for a week and I’ll just pleasure you.”
“Two weeks.” I said and he agreed. “Shit, I should have said a month.” And we laughed as I started the car to drive home. Before we went in the house, I reinforced my need for us to not have sex, telling him that oral would have to be enough or we’d have to stop. He agreed, without hesitation or argument.
Jake was great the next few days, not pressuring me for anything. I rewarded him one afternoon with a few texts asking him if he learned his lesson and will behave and before he answered, I took a pic down my work blouse. Just for him, that day, I didn’t wear a bra to work and he immediately responded pointing out that fact. It made me feel so good when he acknowledged what I was doing, knowing how big of a deal it was that I was doing that for him. I immediately sent him a pic of my panties and he responded with a pic of him stroking his cock in a public bathroom. Knowing he left his friends to go to the bathroom to masturbate to me made me so wet that I pushed my panties into my wetness at my desk for a few seconds, trying to relieve some energy. I took another quick pic, the wetness visible through my panties. We chatted off and on for the next two hours, just working each other up. When I got home, I was aching for him to touch me. I had touched myself on the drive home but didn’t want to complete. When I got home, Tom was uncharacteristically home, and greeted me with a kiss when I saw him. I squirmed at his touch, like someone who was waiting to pee for too long. I tried to calm myself down and went to my room to change. I saw Kyle and motioned for him to follow but thankfully he was able to see Tom coming down the hall as well, and stopped. My heart beat hard, realizing that if Tom delayed 1 minute, things would have been really bad. I got scared and my concerns started to flood in, destroying my sexual energy. We changed and then went out and started to make dinner and when I finally got a moment with Kyle, I told him that we needed to stop, since we almost got caught. He argued as he put his hand down my shorts. I assured him that it was just for tonight and that I didn’t mean forever. After dinner we all sat down and watched the Angels’ game and I got wet remembering the day Kyle and I watched the game. Tom poured us another drink, and combined with the two I downed at dinner, to calm my nerves, I was feeling really good. I put my head on Tom’s lap and laid across the couch, asking Kyle if it was ok if I put my leg across his lap. Kyle covered himself with a blanket and we watched half an inning that way, until I asked him to cover me a little, which he did. With my feet under the blankets, I rubbed them against his crotch, getting him hard.
“Baby, will you rub Mommy’s feet?” I asked, which he started to immediately, giving an excuse for the movements under the blanket. I moaned a few times, legitimately because it felt good to have my feet massaged, and moved my hand up Tom’s thigh, towards his cock. Suddenly I felt Kyle’s hand on my thigh and sliding up towards my shorts. His fingers slipped under the loose fabric and pushed pasted my panties and into me. I looked up at Tom, who was watching the game and then back at Kyle, whose eyes were on the TV as the tips of his fingers played with my pussy under the blanket. My hand moved up to Tom’s cock and I rubbed it for a little bit until I could feel it getting hard and he stopped me by grabbing my hand and squeezing it tight. I laid there for a bit longer and started playing again. At the end of the inning, Kyle got up really fast, saying that he needed to go to the bathroom and rushed off. I quickly pulled at Tom’s shorts and got his cock out and put it in my mouth, just needing any sexual outlet.
“Honey, stop, Kyle will be back.”
I sucked him for a little while longer, getting him fully hard. Finally, he pulled me off.
“Stop.” He said firmly and then stood up. I was disappointed as he fixed his shorts, then he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. I screamed as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He walked me towards the bedroom.
“Kyle, your Mom and I need to talk privately for a minute.” He said as we walked past Kyle’s closed door. “Funny, I thought he went to the bathroom.” He muttered to himself as we entered the bedroom and he closed the door. He threw me on the bed and pulled off my shorts and panties and went down on me. I was immediately close to orgasm as all the sexual energy from the day came rushing beck.
“Fuck me, Tom.” I moaned and he took off his shorts and climbed on top of me as I moved up the bed. He pushed his cock all the way in immediately.
“Fuck, you were horny, your cunt is so wet.” I tightened it around his cock as he started to pound me.
I lost control at that moment, moaning, “Cum in Mommy…” I realized my mistake immediately and managed to get out Tom’s name before he noticed.
“Mommy, huh?” he said, as he pounded his cock deep in me. “Daddy’s going to cum in you deep.”
I pulled him down closer to me and whispered in his ear, trying to change the topic off me being Mommy. “Cum in your little girl Daddy.” I moaned and bit his ear. He kissed me deep as I started to have an orgasm and he cummed in me hard. I squeezed my pussy around his cock, milking his cum.
“Fuck” I moaned, out of breath as he collapsed besides me. I climbed on him, our juices running down my leg. I kissed him deep. “I love you, Tom.” I said honestly. “That was so good.”
He chuckled. “You really were horny today huh? That was amazing. We should do that more often.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to get you to do.” I confronted him. “I don’t need our long love making sessions all the time, sometimes I just need you to fuck me like that, like we used to.”
He agreed, saying it was awkward with Kyle around sometimes but that he would try harder. I kissed him all over his face, thanking him as we laughed. We cleaned up and went back out, happy and filled with love. Kyle was watching the game when we came back and I asked Tom to get us more drinks. When he went to the kitchen, I leaned over to Kyle and whispered my apologizes, saying I would take care of him later and he smiled and said it was ok, that he had to take care of himself too. When Tom returned with my drink, I gave it to Kyle and had Tom make me another, which he happily did. We drank a few more drinks when Tom started to crash. We excused ourselves, and I was hopeful we’d have sex again but instead we kissed and cuddled for a while until we both fell asleep.
I woke up to someone touching me. I could feel hands on my hips and thought maybe it was Tom but as my mind woke up, I could hear him softly snoring. I opened my eyes and I saw a figure over me and I stiffened. Suddenly there was a hand over my mouth and I was about to scream when my eyes focused and I saw Jake. He leaned forward and said he just wanted my panties. I shook my head, my eyes looking over to Tom and I saw as Jake looked over at him. He slowly took his hand off my mouth and moved back down to remove my panties. I put my hand on his, trying to stop him without shaking the bed. I mouthed the word no but then he moved a finger to my clit and rubbed it gently then held it there. He got on a knee and whispered to me.
“Stop fighting or Dad will wake up.” He said sternly. My past took over at the sound of his voice and the situation, and I laid still, frozen. He rubbed my clit a little and I opened my legs, then he removed my panties. He put it on the floor and stood up. He took out his cock and grabbed my hand and put it over it. I grabbed it, not wanting to cause problems or make him mad. He used my hand to stroke him a few times and then put it to my mouth. I turned and opened my mouth and he put the tip in as I sucked on him a little. I looked up at him and he motioned with his head that we should leave, but a part of me, and I don’t know why, didn’t want to leave. I grabbed his cock and pulled him a little closer, taking more of him in my mouth. He covered his mouth as I gently pumped his cock and sucked on the head of his cock. He came, filling my mouth, and was already halfway out the door by the time I swallowed all of it. I laid there in shock for a moment and looked towards Tom, who was still fast asleep. Tom was a heavy sleeper anyway, add alcohol and the house could have fallen over before he woke up, but the fear of him having seen that made me reconsider everything. I wasn’t even sure why I allowed it to happen and how much it reminded me of my past with my stepfather. I sat in bed for a moment and then slowly fell asleep.