Update 01
P.S. - This is the start of a complete rewrite of the SLUT MILF series. It was a series I had written way back years ago and then edited a bit to publish the current published version. But the current version still has many grammatical mistakes and the flow of the story could definitely be better. So I decided to do a heavy rewrite of the entire series. Since it will now differ a lot in some details, especially the characters behavior, I am keeping the other series up as a sort of alternate version.
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It all started with a photograph. That damn photo was what started it off.
***
18 years ago...
"Mike, when Mr. Cooper paired us together to do this photography project, I'm sure he didn't have this in mind!" I muttered, looking at Mike, my childhood friend and top-tier nerd, who was fidgeting nervously behind his camera.
The assignment was that each pair had to select one field of photography, such as fashion, landscapes, portraits or wildlife, and then submit a portfolio of their best shots at the end of the course. The more interesting the topic the better the chance of an 'A'!
Yet somehow, my partner had convinced me that 'Boudoir Photography' would be something no one else would think of. So here I stood, a sexy hot 18-year-old Latina, clad in a sheer pink lingerie, a matching bra and thong and high heels, feeling like a complete idiot!
I wondered what my Mamá and Papá would think if they knew that their only daughter, who they had raised as a pious Catholic girl, had agreed to model half naked like this for the neighbor boy!
"You know, Mike, we could just forget about this. I mean, I'm sure we could just pick another type of..."
"Oh come on, Isabella, you said you wouldn't back out. And besides, we need to submit our project next Friday, so there really isn't any time left for us," he replied in an anxious rush. He adjusted his glasses, blushing hard as I caught his eyes drinking in my barely concealed curves "Don't worry. It's just some photos for a course... What could possibly go wrong!"
***
By the end of the hour, I, Isabella Lopez, was on my knees wearing only the heels, sucking Mike's surprisingly big cock while his camera flashed away, capturing every single moment of me being defiled by his huge meatstick down my throat!
I couldn't believe that the same shy and timid guy whom I had been neighbors with with since kindergarten was now feeding me his cock, and by god I loved it! His long pole slid effortlessly down my throat, lubricated by my drooling spit.
By the end of the day, ex-virgin nerd Mike had fucked me senseless six ways till Sunday, filling me with his seed in more positions than I can remember. I never went back home that night; Mike kept fucking his hot little Latina neighbor for hours, and by the time we were done, we both knew our friendship would never be the same again.
By the end of the week, Mike had a perfect 10, bombshell girlfriend who was crazy about him and his cock! I would spend every free moment on my knees, servicing his dick with my wet mouth and dripping pussy. I got a nice big cocked boyfriend and Mike got his very own catholic cumslut!
By the end of the month, the nerdy virgin and the busty latina were engaged to be married and within the year I had a daughter, Autumn, with my husband.
All this because he snapped that damn picture! That's how it all started...
Little did I know that that slutty picture would change my life yet again, 18 years later.
***
Present Day
It was a typical Saturday evening when I walked back into my kitchen after an intense yoga session. It had been a year since my separation with Mike and I had been using the year to rediscover myself. But after a year as a single, working mother of three, Yoga was the only new thing I had been able to pick up, and that was just once a week!
I had hoped to start dating soon; but I prided myself on being the best mother I could possibly be, and that meant dedicating most of my free time to Hunter, Ryan and Autumn. That and my job as a freelance copywriter left me with very little free time for men. And as a result of it all, I had hardly gone on a few dates here and there. And those too only served to keep my needs satisfied whenever my toys would not suffice!
So, I was really enjoying my rare moment of peace with a glass of wine in hand, when my sons,Ryan and Hunter,walked in with their best friend Duane.
Ryan and Hunter are fraternal twins who are nothing alike. While Hunter is shorter and skinnier with a slightly nerdy look, Ryan is the tall jock with broad shoulders and muscles from playing on the baseball team at school. Their friend, Duane is a tall, handsome black guy, the school's star athlete. He's also a cocky bastard, the kind of guy used to getting everything he wants.
They were busy talking about baseball as they walked in, but as soon as Duane laid eyes on me, he stopped mid sentence.
His eyes traveled down my body, stopping at my large 36DD cup tits; his gaze hung there for a moment before slowly moving down to my long sexy legs, taking in every inch of my body. Lucky for him, my yoga pants and tank-top, which hugged my curves, left little to the imagination.
"Hola, boys, how was your day?" I said with a smile, ignoring Duane's lascivious gaze.
"Hi, Mrs. Lopez, it was a good day but it just got a whole lot better," Duane said with that charming grin. Beside him, Ryan rolled his eyes and Hunter sniggered, knowing full well that their friend was a flirt and he and I always got into this playful banter whenever he came round.
I shook my head, amused by the boy's audacity "Nice line, Duane. Did you practice that in front of the mirror?"
He smirked and shrugged. "Only for the pretty ones, Mrs. Lopez."
"Oh, I bet you say that to all your friends' mothers," I replied, rolling my eyes, but I couldn't help but smile back. The kid was cute, after all.
"Now stop joking around and tell me what you boys are doing here. I was under the assumption that you guys were going to be finishing your assignments at Duane's house today?" I turned my head and looked at Hunter and Ryan.
"Well, we're actually here for that. Is Autumn around?" Hunter said.
I raised a questioning eyebrow, "Your sister is at Erika's place. Did you need anything?"
"Nice, well you see, she had the same assignment last year and we were thinking of 'borrowing' her notes to finish ours," Ryan chimed in and gave me an innocent look, "We were hoping that you might tell us where her old stuff is?"
I narrowed my eyes, knowing full well what they were doing, "You know, if she finds out that you copied off her, she would skin you alive!" I chuckled at my sons' antics, "So you better not get caught!"
Ryan grinned back and Hunter smiled sheepishly as he replied," Don't worry mom, she won't find out."
"Alright then..." I replied, shaking my head, "You could check the attic, mi amore. I keep all your old textbooks and notes there. Right beside the shelf with all your father's photography stuff."
Hunter, Ryan and Duane grinned at one another like they'd just won a jackpot. As they headed upstairs to the attic, I called out after them "And since I'm keeping this secret for you, make yourselves useful and clean the place while you're at it!"
I heard the boys groan, but I laughed it off and returned to sipping my juice.
***
After a few minutes, I was on my way upstairs to shower. On the way, I heard Ryan and Hunter's voices coming from the attic.
I paused as I heard Duane's voice, "Your Mom has a banging body, man. I can't believe you guys get to see her like that everyday." Duane drawled. "And that sexy accent drives me wild."
I blushed at Duane's words, flattered by the boy's obvious attraction. I wasn't really surprised, though; the boy was always flirting with me shamelessly. However, I WAS surprised by Ryan and Hunter's responses.
"Oh god, we know! You should see her sunning herself out back, dude. Her bikini barely covers her tits and ass," Hunter groaned.
"Yeah, Hunter and I sneak a peek whenever she's out back. She's so hot. I swear she does it on purpose." Ryan added.
"Fuck, you guys are lucky. I'd give anything to see her juicy Latina ass in a bikini. I'd jerk my big black cock off, watching her MILF tits and those long tan legs." Duane growled lustfully.
""She is grade A MILF material." Ryan agreed, chuckling softly.
MILF'! I gasped, shocked, as I listened to my sons and Duane calling me that. I had no idea my sons snuck a peek whenever I sunned myself out back, and I certainly had no knowledge of the effect my body had on them. It felt weird to know that my own sons thought I was a 'Grade-A MILF'!
But, to be honest, I couldn't blame them. At 36 years old, I was still in great shape thanks to my Yoga. I had nice 36DD cup tits and an hourglass body which looked like it was made for sin. With my hazel eyes, olive skin and a sultry Latina body, I would turn heads and cause men to drool.
The boys continued their lewd discussion, and I blushed, flattered by my sons' obvious attraction. I would have loved to stay and listen more, but I decided it was best to move on, not wanting Ryan or Hunter to catch me eavesdropping.
I quickly tiptoed upstairs to shower. As I felt the cool water run down my hot naked body, my mind wandered back to my sons and their comments about me. The fact that I was the object of their fantasies made me feel so horny!
I sighed and began to wash my big, heavy tits, enjoying the feeling of the soft sponge against my sensitive, swollen, pink nipples. 'A Grade-A MILF' is what Ryan and Hunter had said! And they had only just seen me in my bikini! I could hardly imagine how much their lustful thoughts would be intensified if they could actually see my naked tits.
They had no idea how much of a naughty slut their mother could be. No idea of the kinky things I would do to Mike before our divorce, and no idea of just what I could do with my hot, curvaceous, Latina body. The fantasy of my sons someday finding out how much their Grade-A MILF loved and MISSED the taste of cum, how I missed the feeling of a fat cock stretching my lips, was too much to resist.
I found my hand drifting lower, past my belly and over my pussy, already soaking with desire. At first I imagined Mike's sucking on Mike's big hard cock, but then his face morphed into Hunter's, my youngest son, and then Ryan's! I rubbed my clit faster, moaning and gasping as I then pictured sucking off BOTH of my sons at the SAME TIME!
My orgasm hit like a freight-train and I had to bite my arm to stifle my scream, which I am sure my son's in the attic would have heard, as my pussy exploded in ecstasy at the image my dirty mind had produced; the thought of my own sons, their cocks in my hand, pumping hot jets of cum all over my big tits!
'Ay dios mío! I can't believe I just did that!' I thought, mortified by my own behavior as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping in a towel. 'I'm not only a MILF but also a pervert! What kind of woman would masturbate to her own sons?'
***
However, after this incident, things were not the same between Ryan, Hunter and I. And I didn't just mean from my end, because both of them now spent most of their free time in their rooms alone. I had no idea what they were up to.
As for me, being without sex for so long plus knowing that two handsome young men in my own house were lusting after my curvy body was making me feel extremely horny and frustrated. My usual solution to this dilemma was to use my toys more and more, which became my new daily routine.
Also, I began getting a thrill whenever I caught my sons staring at my cleavage or checking out my ass. In fact, while I was already a bit free in what I wore around the house earlier. In order to tease my sons, I started to wear a lot less, and I do mean LESS, clothes around the house whenever their sister Autumn wasn't around.
At first it was innocent stuff, like walking out of the pool in my tiny bikini, giving them a good eyeful of my bouncing breasts and tight ass. But then it escalated to the point that I started parading around the house wearing nothing but a pair of lace lingerie and an open loose fitting shirt!
I knew that I couldn't really do anything more than this. Afterall, Ryan and Hunter had only made some saucy comments about my body, I mean who wouldn't! Given how hot I was. It wasn't like they were actively jacking off and thinking about fucking me, right?
I mean, I was still their mother.
Right?
***
It was Saturday morning, around 7 A.M. when I just about to go down to get started on my chores since I wouldn't have any distractions. Autumn was spending the weekend with her father while Ryan and Hunter hardly ever got up this early on weekends.
That is why I was very surprised to hear Ryan's voice from his room as I walked by it. His door was slightly ajar and for some reason I decided to take a peek through the gap, curious as to what had woken him.
Ryan was sprawled out on his bed completely naked and he was jerking off furiously as he held up a frikking 'Playboy' magazine on his lap just before his shaft. My gaze lingered on Ryan's muscled body for a moment, thinking that working out at the gym after baseball practice seemed to have had its results on him. I couldn't yet see his cock from this angle as it seemed to be hidden behind the magazine.
However, within a few seconds he shifted his arm and I gasped as my gaze was drawn to the monster cock in his hand. Ryan was definitely his father's son, because his big dick was just as thick and long as his father's.
I knew I should leave, a mother should not be spying on her son like this. But I could not tear my eyes away, and I stood rooted to my spot, transfixed. I watched as he continued pumping the length of his hard cock, his eyes glued to whatever was on the page that turned him on so much.
He didn't last long, though. Within minutes he groaned, his cock pulsing violently in his hand. The entire time, his eyes never left the picture of the model on the page, as he shot out spurt after spurt of thick, creamy, ropes of white cum.
I took this as my cue, and quickly tiptoed back to my room, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Ryan's cock was the only thought on my mind as I pulled my thickest vibrator out and teased myself with it, imagining it was my son's thick pole instead.
When I came, I came hard, and I couldn't stop myself from crying my son's name as I climaxed, "Ohh, Ryan! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Yesssss!!!!"
Finally, as I lay in bed afterwards, panting and sweating, thinking about Ryan's expressions as he had cum. I wondered why my son was jerking off to an old porn magazine and not actual porn!
***
For the next few days, while Ryan's big cock dominated my thoughts, I was equally curious about my other son, Hunter. Luckily for me, it wasn't long before I got my chance.
I was doing the laundry and went into his room to get his clothes. It was a very similar situation; while his bedroom door was wide open, his bathroom door was open just a crack. I was about to call out to him when his soft moans reached me and I paused.
"Uunnngghhh... Ahhh... FUCK!... Uuhhhnnn..."
Ideally, this would be where I walk away and let my son enjoy himself, but after seeing Ryan a few days ago, my curiosity was at its peak, and the horny sex-starved part of me took over. I nudged the door open slightly and peered in, trying to be as quiet as possible.
He had his back to the door, so he couldn't see me. But from my angle I had a perfect view of my son's cock. And oh god, was my son packing!
Hunter wasn't as thick as Ryan, but he was definitely longer! It was easily 10 inches, if not more, and Hunter was jacking it off furiously. I was amazed and soo turned on by son's cock for a good 10 seconds before I noticed what he was jacking off to! Like his brother, Hunter was jacking off to the same 'Playboy' magazine!
He groaned, "Ah fuck, look at that those tits! God, I want to fuck those tits so bad!"
He grunted and groaned again, obviously close to his climax as he continued stroking his cock. "Oh yeah... suck my cock! Yeah... that's it!"
I stared, transfixed by his movements as the hand on his shaft pumped faster and faster and his breathing quickened. Suddenly he cried out and arched his back as he came. I watched in amazement at the sheer volume of his load shooting out, spraying the floor and walls with his cum.
After he had finished, I hurried back out, closing his door softly, and rushed back to my room. I was soaking wet, and just like last time, within 15 minutes I was cumming again, this time moaning Hunter's name.
I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble.
***
Eventually, I did figure out their 'pleasuring schedule' and slowly my 'accidental peep-show' turned into a daily ritual, and I started to get off on the excitement of watching my boys jerk off in secret, wondering what they would have thought if they knew their mom or, as they called me, 'their MILF' was watching them.
Sometimes, the door was open; other times, I just needed to quietly turn the knob to open it and watch. My boys didn't seem to believe in locking the door. Perhaps with me being primarily in my downstairs work-from-home office, the boys never saw much of a need to close the door properly while they pleasured themselves.
***
This continued for a while, but as I enjoyed my dirty voyeurism show, I noticed that the boys used the exact magazine and never changed it. After spying on my sons for a while, my curiosity began to build as to which sexy model had my sons' sole lustful attention.
So one morning, while all the kids were at their father's place, I decided to go on and search for my boy's dirty picture as my curiosity finally overcame my good sense. Perhaps it was much deeper than that, and I had not realized it then. I was jealous of this woman!
It took me quite a while; they had it very well hidden. I found it under a bunch of school books in Ryan's drawer. It wasn't a new one, probably one of Mike's old magazines and as I flipped over page after page of hot models, I found what I was looking for. There seemed to be some photo pasted behind the centerfold.
"Oh mi dios!" I whispered in shock, my eyes wide, staring. There, pasted on the pages of that magazine, was a picture of ME! I was dressed in the sluttiest pink lingerie set, posing for my ex husband's camera, blushing and posing like a complete slut.
They had found one of my risqué Polaroid pictures taken by their father in college! It was probably from Mike's stuff in the attic. I looked back at the photo again, there was me in sexy lingerie, my nipples clearly visible through the thin material, my ass almost fully exposed by the g-string thong I wore.
I stood there in shock for several minutes, looking down at the photos of myself. It just kept repeating in my mind, 'Oh Dios! They are jerking off to me.'
I should have tore the photo to shreds, I really, truly, absolutely SHOULD have. But the naughty, slutty part of me was secretly jumping in joy. I had been racked with guilt for weeks, worrying that I was a bad mother for having these sinful fantasies about my sons. Yet, my sons were just as dirty, fantasizing and lusting after ME.
I began to think to myself, here they had a magazine with all these hot, naked women, and they were jacking off like crazy to a picture of their mom in clothes! And I was not just some once-in-a-while forbidden desire; I was their everyday enjoyment.
As I held the photos of myself in my hand, a naughty smile grew across my face. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself a bit more. The emotion I now felt was not shame, but pure, unadulterated lust. I was very turned-on that my sons found me so attractive and desirable.
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It all started with a photograph. That damn photo was what started it off.
***
18 years ago...
"Mike, when Mr. Cooper paired us together to do this photography project, I'm sure he didn't have this in mind!" I muttered, looking at Mike, my childhood friend and top-tier nerd, who was fidgeting nervously behind his camera.
The assignment was that each pair had to select one field of photography, such as fashion, landscapes, portraits or wildlife, and then submit a portfolio of their best shots at the end of the course. The more interesting the topic the better the chance of an 'A'!
Yet somehow, my partner had convinced me that 'Boudoir Photography' would be something no one else would think of. So here I stood, a sexy hot 18-year-old Latina, clad in a sheer pink lingerie, a matching bra and thong and high heels, feeling like a complete idiot!
I wondered what my Mamá and Papá would think if they knew that their only daughter, who they had raised as a pious Catholic girl, had agreed to model half naked like this for the neighbor boy!
"You know, Mike, we could just forget about this. I mean, I'm sure we could just pick another type of..."
"Oh come on, Isabella, you said you wouldn't back out. And besides, we need to submit our project next Friday, so there really isn't any time left for us," he replied in an anxious rush. He adjusted his glasses, blushing hard as I caught his eyes drinking in my barely concealed curves "Don't worry. It's just some photos for a course... What could possibly go wrong!"
***
By the end of the hour, I, Isabella Lopez, was on my knees wearing only the heels, sucking Mike's surprisingly big cock while his camera flashed away, capturing every single moment of me being defiled by his huge meatstick down my throat!
I couldn't believe that the same shy and timid guy whom I had been neighbors with with since kindergarten was now feeding me his cock, and by god I loved it! His long pole slid effortlessly down my throat, lubricated by my drooling spit.
By the end of the day, ex-virgin nerd Mike had fucked me senseless six ways till Sunday, filling me with his seed in more positions than I can remember. I never went back home that night; Mike kept fucking his hot little Latina neighbor for hours, and by the time we were done, we both knew our friendship would never be the same again.
By the end of the week, Mike had a perfect 10, bombshell girlfriend who was crazy about him and his cock! I would spend every free moment on my knees, servicing his dick with my wet mouth and dripping pussy. I got a nice big cocked boyfriend and Mike got his very own catholic cumslut!
By the end of the month, the nerdy virgin and the busty latina were engaged to be married and within the year I had a daughter, Autumn, with my husband.
All this because he snapped that damn picture! That's how it all started...
Little did I know that that slutty picture would change my life yet again, 18 years later.
***
Present Day
It was a typical Saturday evening when I walked back into my kitchen after an intense yoga session. It had been a year since my separation with Mike and I had been using the year to rediscover myself. But after a year as a single, working mother of three, Yoga was the only new thing I had been able to pick up, and that was just once a week!
I had hoped to start dating soon; but I prided myself on being the best mother I could possibly be, and that meant dedicating most of my free time to Hunter, Ryan and Autumn. That and my job as a freelance copywriter left me with very little free time for men. And as a result of it all, I had hardly gone on a few dates here and there. And those too only served to keep my needs satisfied whenever my toys would not suffice!
So, I was really enjoying my rare moment of peace with a glass of wine in hand, when my sons,Ryan and Hunter,walked in with their best friend Duane.
Ryan and Hunter are fraternal twins who are nothing alike. While Hunter is shorter and skinnier with a slightly nerdy look, Ryan is the tall jock with broad shoulders and muscles from playing on the baseball team at school. Their friend, Duane is a tall, handsome black guy, the school's star athlete. He's also a cocky bastard, the kind of guy used to getting everything he wants.
They were busy talking about baseball as they walked in, but as soon as Duane laid eyes on me, he stopped mid sentence.
His eyes traveled down my body, stopping at my large 36DD cup tits; his gaze hung there for a moment before slowly moving down to my long sexy legs, taking in every inch of my body. Lucky for him, my yoga pants and tank-top, which hugged my curves, left little to the imagination.
"Hola, boys, how was your day?" I said with a smile, ignoring Duane's lascivious gaze.
"Hi, Mrs. Lopez, it was a good day but it just got a whole lot better," Duane said with that charming grin. Beside him, Ryan rolled his eyes and Hunter sniggered, knowing full well that their friend was a flirt and he and I always got into this playful banter whenever he came round.
I shook my head, amused by the boy's audacity "Nice line, Duane. Did you practice that in front of the mirror?"
He smirked and shrugged. "Only for the pretty ones, Mrs. Lopez."
"Oh, I bet you say that to all your friends' mothers," I replied, rolling my eyes, but I couldn't help but smile back. The kid was cute, after all.
"Now stop joking around and tell me what you boys are doing here. I was under the assumption that you guys were going to be finishing your assignments at Duane's house today?" I turned my head and looked at Hunter and Ryan.
"Well, we're actually here for that. Is Autumn around?" Hunter said.
I raised a questioning eyebrow, "Your sister is at Erika's place. Did you need anything?"
"Nice, well you see, she had the same assignment last year and we were thinking of 'borrowing' her notes to finish ours," Ryan chimed in and gave me an innocent look, "We were hoping that you might tell us where her old stuff is?"
I narrowed my eyes, knowing full well what they were doing, "You know, if she finds out that you copied off her, she would skin you alive!" I chuckled at my sons' antics, "So you better not get caught!"
Ryan grinned back and Hunter smiled sheepishly as he replied," Don't worry mom, she won't find out."
"Alright then..." I replied, shaking my head, "You could check the attic, mi amore. I keep all your old textbooks and notes there. Right beside the shelf with all your father's photography stuff."
Hunter, Ryan and Duane grinned at one another like they'd just won a jackpot. As they headed upstairs to the attic, I called out after them "And since I'm keeping this secret for you, make yourselves useful and clean the place while you're at it!"
I heard the boys groan, but I laughed it off and returned to sipping my juice.
***
After a few minutes, I was on my way upstairs to shower. On the way, I heard Ryan and Hunter's voices coming from the attic.
I paused as I heard Duane's voice, "Your Mom has a banging body, man. I can't believe you guys get to see her like that everyday." Duane drawled. "And that sexy accent drives me wild."
I blushed at Duane's words, flattered by the boy's obvious attraction. I wasn't really surprised, though; the boy was always flirting with me shamelessly. However, I WAS surprised by Ryan and Hunter's responses.
"Oh god, we know! You should see her sunning herself out back, dude. Her bikini barely covers her tits and ass," Hunter groaned.
"Yeah, Hunter and I sneak a peek whenever she's out back. She's so hot. I swear she does it on purpose." Ryan added.
"Fuck, you guys are lucky. I'd give anything to see her juicy Latina ass in a bikini. I'd jerk my big black cock off, watching her MILF tits and those long tan legs." Duane growled lustfully.
""She is grade A MILF material." Ryan agreed, chuckling softly.
MILF'! I gasped, shocked, as I listened to my sons and Duane calling me that. I had no idea my sons snuck a peek whenever I sunned myself out back, and I certainly had no knowledge of the effect my body had on them. It felt weird to know that my own sons thought I was a 'Grade-A MILF'!
But, to be honest, I couldn't blame them. At 36 years old, I was still in great shape thanks to my Yoga. I had nice 36DD cup tits and an hourglass body which looked like it was made for sin. With my hazel eyes, olive skin and a sultry Latina body, I would turn heads and cause men to drool.
The boys continued their lewd discussion, and I blushed, flattered by my sons' obvious attraction. I would have loved to stay and listen more, but I decided it was best to move on, not wanting Ryan or Hunter to catch me eavesdropping.
I quickly tiptoed upstairs to shower. As I felt the cool water run down my hot naked body, my mind wandered back to my sons and their comments about me. The fact that I was the object of their fantasies made me feel so horny!
I sighed and began to wash my big, heavy tits, enjoying the feeling of the soft sponge against my sensitive, swollen, pink nipples. 'A Grade-A MILF' is what Ryan and Hunter had said! And they had only just seen me in my bikini! I could hardly imagine how much their lustful thoughts would be intensified if they could actually see my naked tits.
They had no idea how much of a naughty slut their mother could be. No idea of the kinky things I would do to Mike before our divorce, and no idea of just what I could do with my hot, curvaceous, Latina body. The fantasy of my sons someday finding out how much their Grade-A MILF loved and MISSED the taste of cum, how I missed the feeling of a fat cock stretching my lips, was too much to resist.
I found my hand drifting lower, past my belly and over my pussy, already soaking with desire. At first I imagined Mike's sucking on Mike's big hard cock, but then his face morphed into Hunter's, my youngest son, and then Ryan's! I rubbed my clit faster, moaning and gasping as I then pictured sucking off BOTH of my sons at the SAME TIME!
My orgasm hit like a freight-train and I had to bite my arm to stifle my scream, which I am sure my son's in the attic would have heard, as my pussy exploded in ecstasy at the image my dirty mind had produced; the thought of my own sons, their cocks in my hand, pumping hot jets of cum all over my big tits!
'Ay dios mío! I can't believe I just did that!' I thought, mortified by my own behavior as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping in a towel. 'I'm not only a MILF but also a pervert! What kind of woman would masturbate to her own sons?'
***
However, after this incident, things were not the same between Ryan, Hunter and I. And I didn't just mean from my end, because both of them now spent most of their free time in their rooms alone. I had no idea what they were up to.
As for me, being without sex for so long plus knowing that two handsome young men in my own house were lusting after my curvy body was making me feel extremely horny and frustrated. My usual solution to this dilemma was to use my toys more and more, which became my new daily routine.
Also, I began getting a thrill whenever I caught my sons staring at my cleavage or checking out my ass. In fact, while I was already a bit free in what I wore around the house earlier. In order to tease my sons, I started to wear a lot less, and I do mean LESS, clothes around the house whenever their sister Autumn wasn't around.
At first it was innocent stuff, like walking out of the pool in my tiny bikini, giving them a good eyeful of my bouncing breasts and tight ass. But then it escalated to the point that I started parading around the house wearing nothing but a pair of lace lingerie and an open loose fitting shirt!
I knew that I couldn't really do anything more than this. Afterall, Ryan and Hunter had only made some saucy comments about my body, I mean who wouldn't! Given how hot I was. It wasn't like they were actively jacking off and thinking about fucking me, right?
I mean, I was still their mother.
Right?
***
It was Saturday morning, around 7 A.M. when I just about to go down to get started on my chores since I wouldn't have any distractions. Autumn was spending the weekend with her father while Ryan and Hunter hardly ever got up this early on weekends.
That is why I was very surprised to hear Ryan's voice from his room as I walked by it. His door was slightly ajar and for some reason I decided to take a peek through the gap, curious as to what had woken him.
Ryan was sprawled out on his bed completely naked and he was jerking off furiously as he held up a frikking 'Playboy' magazine on his lap just before his shaft. My gaze lingered on Ryan's muscled body for a moment, thinking that working out at the gym after baseball practice seemed to have had its results on him. I couldn't yet see his cock from this angle as it seemed to be hidden behind the magazine.
However, within a few seconds he shifted his arm and I gasped as my gaze was drawn to the monster cock in his hand. Ryan was definitely his father's son, because his big dick was just as thick and long as his father's.
I knew I should leave, a mother should not be spying on her son like this. But I could not tear my eyes away, and I stood rooted to my spot, transfixed. I watched as he continued pumping the length of his hard cock, his eyes glued to whatever was on the page that turned him on so much.
He didn't last long, though. Within minutes he groaned, his cock pulsing violently in his hand. The entire time, his eyes never left the picture of the model on the page, as he shot out spurt after spurt of thick, creamy, ropes of white cum.
I took this as my cue, and quickly tiptoed back to my room, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Ryan's cock was the only thought on my mind as I pulled my thickest vibrator out and teased myself with it, imagining it was my son's thick pole instead.
When I came, I came hard, and I couldn't stop myself from crying my son's name as I climaxed, "Ohh, Ryan! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Yesssss!!!!"
Finally, as I lay in bed afterwards, panting and sweating, thinking about Ryan's expressions as he had cum. I wondered why my son was jerking off to an old porn magazine and not actual porn!
***
For the next few days, while Ryan's big cock dominated my thoughts, I was equally curious about my other son, Hunter. Luckily for me, it wasn't long before I got my chance.
I was doing the laundry and went into his room to get his clothes. It was a very similar situation; while his bedroom door was wide open, his bathroom door was open just a crack. I was about to call out to him when his soft moans reached me and I paused.
"Uunnngghhh... Ahhh... FUCK!... Uuhhhnnn..."
Ideally, this would be where I walk away and let my son enjoy himself, but after seeing Ryan a few days ago, my curiosity was at its peak, and the horny sex-starved part of me took over. I nudged the door open slightly and peered in, trying to be as quiet as possible.
He had his back to the door, so he couldn't see me. But from my angle I had a perfect view of my son's cock. And oh god, was my son packing!
Hunter wasn't as thick as Ryan, but he was definitely longer! It was easily 10 inches, if not more, and Hunter was jacking it off furiously. I was amazed and soo turned on by son's cock for a good 10 seconds before I noticed what he was jacking off to! Like his brother, Hunter was jacking off to the same 'Playboy' magazine!
He groaned, "Ah fuck, look at that those tits! God, I want to fuck those tits so bad!"
He grunted and groaned again, obviously close to his climax as he continued stroking his cock. "Oh yeah... suck my cock! Yeah... that's it!"
I stared, transfixed by his movements as the hand on his shaft pumped faster and faster and his breathing quickened. Suddenly he cried out and arched his back as he came. I watched in amazement at the sheer volume of his load shooting out, spraying the floor and walls with his cum.
After he had finished, I hurried back out, closing his door softly, and rushed back to my room. I was soaking wet, and just like last time, within 15 minutes I was cumming again, this time moaning Hunter's name.
I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble.
***
Eventually, I did figure out their 'pleasuring schedule' and slowly my 'accidental peep-show' turned into a daily ritual, and I started to get off on the excitement of watching my boys jerk off in secret, wondering what they would have thought if they knew their mom or, as they called me, 'their MILF' was watching them.
Sometimes, the door was open; other times, I just needed to quietly turn the knob to open it and watch. My boys didn't seem to believe in locking the door. Perhaps with me being primarily in my downstairs work-from-home office, the boys never saw much of a need to close the door properly while they pleasured themselves.
***
This continued for a while, but as I enjoyed my dirty voyeurism show, I noticed that the boys used the exact magazine and never changed it. After spying on my sons for a while, my curiosity began to build as to which sexy model had my sons' sole lustful attention.
So one morning, while all the kids were at their father's place, I decided to go on and search for my boy's dirty picture as my curiosity finally overcame my good sense. Perhaps it was much deeper than that, and I had not realized it then. I was jealous of this woman!
It took me quite a while; they had it very well hidden. I found it under a bunch of school books in Ryan's drawer. It wasn't a new one, probably one of Mike's old magazines and as I flipped over page after page of hot models, I found what I was looking for. There seemed to be some photo pasted behind the centerfold.
"Oh mi dios!" I whispered in shock, my eyes wide, staring. There, pasted on the pages of that magazine, was a picture of ME! I was dressed in the sluttiest pink lingerie set, posing for my ex husband's camera, blushing and posing like a complete slut.
They had found one of my risqué Polaroid pictures taken by their father in college! It was probably from Mike's stuff in the attic. I looked back at the photo again, there was me in sexy lingerie, my nipples clearly visible through the thin material, my ass almost fully exposed by the g-string thong I wore.
I stood there in shock for several minutes, looking down at the photos of myself. It just kept repeating in my mind, 'Oh Dios! They are jerking off to me.'
I should have tore the photo to shreds, I really, truly, absolutely SHOULD have. But the naughty, slutty part of me was secretly jumping in joy. I had been racked with guilt for weeks, worrying that I was a bad mother for having these sinful fantasies about my sons. Yet, my sons were just as dirty, fantasizing and lusting after ME.
I began to think to myself, here they had a magazine with all these hot, naked women, and they were jacking off like crazy to a picture of their mom in clothes! And I was not just some once-in-a-while forbidden desire; I was their everyday enjoyment.
As I held the photos of myself in my hand, a naughty smile grew across my face. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself a bit more. The emotion I now felt was not shame, but pure, unadulterated lust. I was very turned-on that my sons found me so attractive and desirable.
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