Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

Eric grinned. "Yeah, thanks, Ethan. But right now... . I mean when I was in talking to Mom... . I don't know what it was but, seriously, my dick was getting hard. That's never happened before."

"Dude!" Ethan said, "You're a total pervert." But he was grinning as he said it. Then he splashed water in Eric's face and dove under and swam away. When he came up he saw their mother come out onto the patio.

"Hey, Mom," Ethan called out, "come on in. The water's fine." He said it in a quavering voice, mimicking someone who had jumped into a pool of cold water and was trying to entice another person to do the same. It was an old joke of theirs.

Joan smiled, dropped her towel on a chaise lounge, then walked up to the edge of the pool and dived in.

Considering what they had just been talking about, both young men closely watched the toned and tidy figure of their mother as she dived into the pool and swimming under water. When she came up, she rolled over on to her back and did a few backstrokes. Her lovely breasts, with erect nipples, were plainly projecting above the water and, even though she was their mother, both boys couldn't help but appreciate them.

Eric and Ethan were standing together in about three feet of water and Joan was in the deep end. She turned over and kicked off the end of the pool and swam towards them underwater. When she got to them she reached out put a hand behind Eric's left thigh, just above the knee and Ethan's right thigh, also just above the knee, and pulled herself up to stand right in front of them.

Joan gave her sons a dazzling smile as water streamed off her tanned body. Then she raised her hands to her head to slick back her auburn hair from her face. In doing so, she presented her sons with her upraised breasts and hard nipples, made more firm and hard from the cool water of the pool. She looked gorgeous to both Eric and Ethan and they both realized what a sexy woman their mother truly was. They also realized that their cocks, the bases of which were just a couple of inched under water, were reacting to her but it was too late to do anything.

She gave each of her sons a wicked smile as she plunged her hands down into the water and took hold of their cocks.

Both cocks were partially erect and Joan, in her drug-induced sexual arousal, took that as a sign.

"Aha!" She exclaimed.

Both Eric and Ethan were surprised and shocked that their mother had grabbed—and was now squeezing—their cocks.

"One would think," Joan said, "that you would be rather shriveled up in this cool water. But no! You're half hard. You guys wouldn't be having sexual thoughts about your mother, would you?" Her gray eyes sparkled with humor and lust and she gave her sons another wicked smile.

"Uh, Mom!" Eric began. But his mother stopped squeezing and began stroking his cock, as well as Ethan's.

The boys gave each other a look that really communicated nothing because they were, swimming pool aside, in uncharted waters. It was quite obvious to them that their mother had a hold on their cocks and was manipulating them. And, although it was a bit embarrassing, it wasn't unpleasant to either of them. It was making their cocks even harder. They both knew that if their mother had been someone else's mother they wouldn't have had a problem having sex with such an attractive "older" woman.

The subconscious mind of their most primitive base brain, of course, didn't really differentiate between their mother and other mothers regardless of what their conscious, civilized mind thought. Ergo, their cocks were getting harder and harder the longer their mother squeezed and stroked them.

The late evening sun was behind Eric and Ethan and, given the immediate circumstances, they both liked what they saw.

With their mother's wet auburn hair slicked back and her neat little ears exposed with their diamond studs in them; with her water proof mascara holding up well and enhancing her beautiful eyes; with the light sprinkle of freckles across her nose highlighted by the late evening sunlight; with the few light lines around her eyes that were inevitable with aging but in no way detracted from her natural good looks; and with sparkling drops of water standing out on her face, her shoulders, and her breasts—her breasts with their small, dark areolas and large, erect nipples—she was a vision of MILF loveliness. The only problem they had was that this MILF was their mother.

"Boys," Joan said with a seductive smile, "I'm going to give it to you direct. I'm horny. I'm so horny that I'm having a hard time thinking straight. I want to fuck. I want to feel a hard male body on top of me... and in me." She paused feeling their cocks throb in her hand. She gave them a seductive smile. And, I want to suck on a hard cock while my pussy is being fucked.

A small part of Joan's lust-crazed mind was screaming, "No, you can't do this!" Her over-stimulated libido quickly shoved that voice into a closet and locked the door.

"I know you're my sons," Joan continued. "Right now I don't care. We're all adults here. We can decide to do what we want. Right? Consenting adults and all?"

"Yeah, but Mom... ." Ethan began.

"Uh-uhn!" Joan said. "There are no 'buts'. I'm holding your cocks in my hands and in the last two minutes they have gone from partially hard to fully hard. You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you Ethan?

Joan released both cocks and brought her hands up out of the water to Ethan's face and pulled him down for a very un-motherly kiss.

Joan had been standing close in front of her son's long enough—even though wet—for the pheromone, copulance her body was still giving off to reach her sons. Ethan's nose—and then his brain—detected it and reacted. The male reaction to copulance is to create more free testosterone some of which is released into his saliva. When Joan kissed Ethan, sliding her tongue over his and mixing their saliva, her tongue was picking up that testosterone which, even in women stimulates certain parts of the brain that releases dopamine—the feel good chemical—that makes us want more. In short, the spike in testosterone that the aphrodisiac created along with picking up her son's testosterone in his saliva increased Joan's lust and love and thrill-seeking desires even more.

It had taken Ethan a second to realize what was going on, that his mother's tongue was probing his lips. He then embraced his mother, pulling her lovely body hard against his, opened his mouth and kissed her long and hard, getting even more turned on than his mother's brazen acts and words had made him. Their tongues twisted and danced and slid wetly around each other. The copulance pheromone she was giving off was now apparent to his subconscious brain and his cock got even harder. Ethan's arousal level soared and he wanted to fuck his mother very much. He would have been happy to take her right there in the water.

Joan felt the heat of sexual fire coursing from her lips to her belly to her pussy as she kissed her youngest son. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed.

When Joan broke the kiss with her youngest son, she reached for her oldest one. Eric, who saw what was happening was ready for her. His mouth opened to hers immediately and, while they were kissing like lovers he, too, pulled his mother's body up hard against his, feeling her breasts smash so wonderfully against his chest, feeling her hard, erect nipples pressing into his skin. And, again, up close like this to his mother even though her body was still wet, his nose and his brain could detect the I'm-ready-to-be-fucked pheromone it was giving off. Eric's cock became more rigid and his brain, too, decided he really, really did want to fuck his mother.

Joan lifted herself up in the water and wrapped her legs around her Eric's hips so that his cock slid between her legs. She wiggled her hips so that it pressed, horizontally, through her pussy lips. She moaned even deeper into her oldest son's mouth as she felt his hard cock rubbing her sex.

When Joan broke the kiss—because Eric gave no evidence of wanting to—she smiled up at him.

"Do you want to fuck your mommy, Eric? Because mommy sure as hell wants to fuck you."

"Oh hell yes!" Was his hoarse, whispered response as he pulled his mother back for another torrid kiss.

"Okay, time for me again," Ethan said as he tapped Eric on the shoulder.

Eric broke the kiss with his mother, then gave her another quick, sweet kiss. He smiled at Ethan. "Jealous, little bro'?"

"No. But Mom took me by surprise and I'd like another chance. That's all."

Joan pulled herself off of Eric's cock, which had been feeling sooooo damned good, and embraced her youngest son. She positioned herself over his hard cock, too, as she had done with Eric... and gave a little gasp of pleasure.

"So, Ethan, you want to fuck me too, yes?"

"You really want us to fuck you, Mom?"

She wiggled her pussy lips over Ethan's cock and, even in the water, he could feel the heat emanating from her vagina. She gave him an enticing smile.

"Oh yes, baby, I most certainly do. I want both of you to take me. I want to suck your cock while Eric fucks me... then you can trade places. Is that okay with you, baby?"

"Uh! Like Eric said, oh hell yes!" Ethan responded with a big grin.

With that, Ethan embraced his mother harder, pulling her tits firmly against his chest, loving the feeling of those soft pillows of woman flesh with their hard nipples pressing into him. He kissed his mother like she was the love of his life.

Joan broke the kiss a few moments later. She smile up at Ethan, then over at Eric.

"Okay then," she said.

She pushed away from Ethan and quickly waded to the side of the pool, giving her sons a very good view of her ass and pussy as she hoisted herself up and out of the pool. Joan went over to the free-standing shower head used to rinse off the chlorinated pool water and turned it on. She turned her face up to the shower and rinsed it and her hair too before running her hands sensually over her body, sluicing water over it front and back and especially between her legs to wash off her pussy as well as between her ass cheeks.

Eric and Ethan were still in the pool, basically in shock.

"Is this really happening?" Ethan whispered.

"I do believe so," Eric responded.

"What do you think, Eric, do we really take her up on it? I mean... can we, can we really fuck our mother?"

"I don't know what's going on, Ethan, any more than you do. I don't know what's gotten into Mom. But you know what, she's horny, she's hot, she wants to fuck us and, as she said, we're all adults here. I think I'd be a fool not to take her up on it."

"My thoughts exactly, big bro', Ethan said.

Until now the boys had been watching their mother rinsing herself in the shower. Eric turned to Ethan.

"Then why did you ask me?"

"Just wanted to see where you stood, that's all," Ethan said with a big grin.

By the time Joan had finished rinsing her body thoroughly and stepped out from under the shower stream, both of her sons were out of the pool waiting for their turn to rinse off.

Joan had watched them have their conversation before getting out of the pool, figuring they were talking about taking her up on her offer. She was sure they would. She got her confirmation as her sons climbed out of the pool as she finished rinsing off. Their hard cocks were in the lead as they approached her.

Her body shivered with lustful anticipation from looking at her sons' naked bodies—lean, tan, and muscular without being hypertrophied. The water that cascaded off of them as they got out of the pool was beautiful, and the beads of water now glistening on their skin in the fading light gave them a magical look to her. Joan also noted her son's hard cocks, which she had never before seen erect. She like what she saw and shivered with anticipation again

Joan left the water running and step out from under the shower. Eric was closest to her and she stepped up to him and placed her arms around his neck to pull him down for another kiss. He was six feet tall, to her five feet, two inches. Ethan was six feet one.

Eric wrapped his arms around his mother's body and pulled her firmly to his while they kissed. He had to shift his hips a little to get his hard cock to lay flat up against his mother's belly. She giggled while he did this, while they were still kissing.

Then Joan broke the kiss and placed her hand on the side of Eric's face. "I love you, Eric," she said in a near whisper.

"I love you too, Mom," he told her. He didn't know why, but hearing his mother say that she loved him and knowing that soon he would be fucking her, added to his arousal.

Joan turned and took Ethan in her arms and pulled his equally wonderful youthful body hard against hers. His cock, when erect, pointed up at a steeper angle than Eric's, so it just naturally laid flat against her belly as she pressed up against it.

Ethan smiled down at his mother, but his heart was beating hard and fast, belying the calm look he had on his face. It felt like he had a thousand butterflies in his stomach.

Joan smiled back at her youngest son, tilting her face up to him. He placed his hands just behind her ears and brought his mouth down to hers for a long and loving kiss.

"I love you, too, Ethan," Joan told him.

"And I love you, Mom," Ethan said.

"Whew!" Joan let out a big breath. Her heart, too, was beating hard. That tiny little voice, locked away in a closet in the back of her mind, could barely be heard yelling "No! No! No!" But her super-charged libido brought her attention to her son's hard bodies and the images of what was going to happen soon and the little voice was drowned out by pure lust.

"Okay guys," Joan said as she pulled away from Ethan and walked over to get her towel and start drying herself off. "Hurry up and get rinsed off and dried. I'll see you in my bedroom ASAP." With that she went back into the house, leaving her towel to dry out on the chaise lounge.

"Oh my God, Ethan!" Eric exclaimed. "This is like a dream."

"I know. I know, Eric. But it's one dream I definitely don't want to wake up from."

The brothers exchanged lewd grins then Eric stepped under the running water to rinse off.

When Eric and Ethan walked into their mother's bedroom, she was in her bathroom blow-drying her hair. They both stood in the doorway watching how her breasts lifted and moved as she raised her arms and hands while she finished drying her hair.

Joan, of course, saw them in the mirror and gave them a big smile, which they returned. No one tried to talk until she shut off the blow-dryer.

After setting the blow-dryer down, Joan turned to her boys. She looked down at their drooping cocks which had lost much of their earlier stiffness.

"Oh my, guys, I'm going to have to do something about that." Joan's gray eyes sparkled with humor.

She kneeled down on the rug in front of her bathroom counter. "Come here, boys."

Eric and Ethan grinned as they stepped through the bathroom doorway, one at a time, to stand directly before their kneeling mother.

Joan grasped her son's cocks, Eric's in her left hand and Ethan's in her right. She squeezed both cocks firmly a couple of times then stroked them. They were already starting to get harder and, as Joan leaned towards Eric to slide her warm, wet mouth over the end of his cock, she noticed a big drop of pre-cum that was beginning to ooze out of his urethra.

She slid her hand down Eric's cock and back up, squeezing against his piss tube along the bottom of his cock. Joan placed the tip of her tongue just below his urethral opening and was rewarded by a decent amount of the clear, slightly salty, fluid flowing slowly onto her tongue. As she withdrew her tongue a long stream of the viscous liquid came with it so she quickly placed her lips over Eric's cock and sucked at his urethral opening.

Eric gasped and quivered at both the sight and feeling of his mother's lips on his cockhead. He was fascinated by watching his mother "milking" his cock of its pre-ejaculatory fluid, catching it with her tongue, and then obviously relishing it in her mouth before swallowing it. It was so damned sexy, what she did and how she did it. He'd never had a woman do that to him before.

Joan was no less fascinated with what she was doing. She'd never been too concerned or preoccupied with a man's pre-cum, but then no man in her sexual experience, including her former husband, ever produced this much of it. It had to have been at least half a teaspoon. In her studies she had read of men who produced a lot more, but many that produced hardly any. This was a novel experience to her and she enjoyed "milking" Eric's cock and swishing his pre-cum around in her mouth before swallowing. It made her even more turned on about what she was doing and going to do—have Eric fuck her pussy while she sucked Ethan's cock until he came in her mouth.

Ethan was no less fascinated than Eric, watching what their mother was doing. His cock actually twitched involuntarily in his mother grasp.

Joan then turned to see if Ethan, too, was producing his own pre-cum. She could see that two drops had already oozed out of his cock leaving a shiny trail down to where they now rested against the webbing between her thumb and forefinger where she was holding his cock. Another drop was on the verge of oozing out. Joan now "milked" Ethan's cock like she had Eric's, again sticking out her tongue to catch the fluid that she squeezed out of the end of it as she brought her hand firmly back up to the top. Again, a decent amount of this clear fluid flowed onto her tongue. If anything, it was a bit more than what she had gotten from Eric.

Joan closed her lips and smiled up at her youngest son as she swallowed what was in her mouth. She pulled her head back and again a stringer of pre-cum stretched out thinly between her lips and Ethan's urethral opening. This time she brought her hand up and squeezed firmly around her son's glans, pulling her hand over and off of it at the same time. Then she brought her hand to her mouth and licked the residue of pre-cum from the webbing between her thumb and forefinger.

"Mmm," she said with a smile. "A taste of what's to come... pun intended."

Eric and Ethan both chuckled at their mother's little joke.

Joan quickly slid her mouth over Ethan's cockhead and swirled her tongue all around it.

Ethan's body shuddered at the touch of his mother's mouth to the end of his cock and he gasped.

Joan then turned her attention back to Eric. Without saying a word she took his cock into her mouth and went down on it as far as she easily could.

Her son's cocks were not huge, but they weren't small either. Joan thought they looked to be just the right size for her, long enough and thick enough to fill and stretch her pussy and give her the fucking pleasure her lust-driven mind so desperately wanted.

"Unh! God! Oh, Mom, yes," Eric groaned out.

He watched, amazed that this was happening, that his mother was actually sucking his cock. As the warm, wet, and silky smooth feeling of it fully hit his brain, he raised his face to the ceiling and groaned loudly. A couple of seconds later he looked back down to where his mother was sucking his cock in and out of her mouth, down to where her fingers were wrapped around the base of it.

"Fuck, Mom, that feels so good! Your mouth on my cock feels so damned good!"

Joan pulled her mouth off of Eric's cock, now fully erect, and smiled up at him. "Good. I'm glad it does, because soon you're going to fuck me with it and make me feel good, too.

"And what have we here," she said as she switched her attention to Ethan. Watching the amazing scene of his mother sucking his brother's cock had gotten him as hard as he had ever been in his life. Joan squeezed and stroked Ethan's cock some more.

"You liked watching Mommy sucking your brother's cock, eh?" Joan said with an evil grin. She was playing with them, referring to herself as "Mommy", but in doing so, it also gave her a certain perverse pleasure.

"Yeah, Mom, watching you suck Eric's cock is super hot... just totally amazing!"

"Mmm. Then I bet you're going to like this," Joan said as she took her youngest son's cock into her mouth and gave him the same treatment that she had just given to Eric.

Ethan sucked in a big breath. "Ahh, yessss," he said as he released it. He watched, mesmerized by the sight and feeling of his mother's mouth—his mother—sucking his incredibly hard cock and by her lively gray eyes as she looked up into his half-closed, lust-glazed green ones.

Ethan almost felt dizzy. This was his mother sucking his cock, his beautiful mother. It had been almost surreal watching her do it to Eric. Now it was unbelievable, but unbelievably wonderful watching her do it to him. He didn't want her to stop. He wanted her to keep sucking his cock until he came and shot a big, hot load of his cum into her mouth. And then he wanted to watch her swallow it.
Joan, sensing that her youngest son might be getting too close to climax, pulled her mouth off of his cock, making him groan in disappointment. She turned her attention back to Eric's cock. She suck it for a few strokes then she went back to Ethan's. She did this for a few minutes, back and forth between one son and the other, enjoying keeping her sons in a state of high arousal. It was keeping her in such a state, too. Her pussy was so wet that she thought it might be dripping some of her vaginal lubrication down her legs.

God! she thought. I'm really sucking my sons' cocks. It's so wrong, I know, but yet it feels so right... and they're loving it. Hell, I'm loving it. But now it's time for the main event, she told herself.

Joan pulled her mouth off of Ethan's cock and released her hold on both of her sons' erections. She definitely had her sons' attention now... as attested by their lovely hard shafts of man flesh which were themselves standing rigidly at attention.

Oh Joan, you're a wicked woman, she told herself, but oh boy are you going to have fun. Her drug induced, over-charged libido was in control, pushing her sexual desire to the forefront in her mind, and she definitely wanted to fuck both of her sons.

She knew it was wrong. She knew she should stop. She knew she could stop... if she really, really wanted to. But she really, really didn't want to. She wanted to fuck them, suck their cocks, let them lick her pussy, let them come in her pussy and her mouth. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Joan thought. Let's get on to the main event.

Joan nimbly got to her feet before her sons could attempt to help her. First she kissed Eric lovingly on the mouth then turned to Ethan and did the same.

"Let's get on the bed," she said as she broke the kiss with her youngest son and shooed him and Eric out of her bathroom.

Now, both Eric and Ethan suddenly felt awkward and paused, one on either side of the queen-sized bed. It had a solid oak headboard and no footboard. There was an upholstered, backless bench at the foot of the bed. There were four large pillows at the top of the bed and several smaller ones.

Joan looked at her sons and smiled sweetly. "Why don't you guys throw the small pillows on the floor but leave the large ones. Then pull and fold the comforter and top sheet down to the bottom of the bed and fold them over the bench. She figured there was going to be semen leakage and didn't want to get the comforter stained.

When Eric and Ethan had done as she asked, Joan stood behind Eric and pressed her breasts against his back while wrapping her left arm around his waist and pulling him tightly against her. Her right hand reached out to gently squeeze then lightly stroke his still hard cock.

Ethan grinned across the bed at his brother then climbed onto the bed and lay on his side, head propped up on his hand.

Eric felt his mother's hard nipples pressing into the skin of his back as the hand she had on his cock fine-tuned his erection. He turned his body around and embraced his mother then gave her a long, hot kiss. He was beginning to really, but really, enjoy tasting his mother's sweet mouth and fencing with her probing tongue. In his brain big bright words kept repeating themselves over and over again: I'm going to fuck my mother!

"Ooo, Eric, yeah," Joan sighed when they broke the kiss.

She, too, was enjoying kissing her sons. She knew that the aphrodisiac drug she had taken was driving her desire, but she didn't think it, alone, affected the fact that she was fully enjoying kissing her sons and sucking their cocks. She loved sex and most things sexual—with the right men and at the right time. Her sons were superb young men and the time seemed perfect for what they were doing.

Joan was as sexually aroused as she had ever been in her life, even more so than when she had fucked her flashlight in her office just a couple of hours ago. That seemed ages ago to her now. Her body shivered with sexual desire and the anticipation of experiencing actually fucking these two handsome young men. The fact that they were her sons and that the three of them were going to commit incest—something so forbidden and taboo—just added fuel the fire of her lust.

Joan pushed away from Eric and climbed into bed. She slid over and snuggled up to Ethan. She got her arms around his neck, making sure to press her breasts and nipples against his chest then raised her right leg and placed it up over his hip.

Ethan got his right arm under his mother's shoulder and his left arm around her back and then he and his mother were kissing passionately again. As they were kissing, Eric got onto the bed and slid up to his mother to caressed her back and hip and kiss her on the back of her neck before moving around to her ear. Joan shivered delightfully at having her two son's bodies pressed against hers, kissing one and having the other caress her and kiss on her neck and ear.

Ethan's hand dipped into the space between his mother's legs created by her right leg being up on his hip.

"Wow, Mom!" Ethan exclaimed as his hand came into contact with her pussy. "You're so wet."

Joan's body shuddered at the touch of her son's hand to her pussy. "Yeah," she said in a breathy whisper, "I'm really, really turned on and I really, really want you and Eric to fuck me."

Eric was spooning up behind his mother, pressing his hard cock against her lower back and rubbing it slowly, sensually up and down. It was leaving a "snail-trail" of more of his pre-cum.

Joan reached her right hand back behind her to grab and squeeze Eric's cock.

"Oh, Mom," Eric breathed.

Ethan made a decision. "Move back a little, Eric," he said.

When Eric scooted back, Ethan gently pushed his mother onto her back and maneuvered himself between her feet. Joan still had a hold on Eric's cock.

"Mom," Ethan said, "why don't you suck Eric's cock while I lick your pussy, eh?"

"Ooo, yes, yes, Ethan, lick my pussy please," she begged. "Eric move up so I can suck your cock."

Ethan lowered himself onto his belly with his nose and mouth directly above his mother's glistening wet sexual slit. He stuck out his tongue and, with the tip of it, gently licked at her vaginal lubrication that was trying to ooze out from between her labia.

Joan gave a muffled little moan. Her mouth was now full of Eric's hard, vein-bulging manhood.

Ethan liked the smell of his mother's pussy. He liked the taste of it, too. She was so wet, so juicy, possibly wetter than any girl—woman—he had ever been with. He began to lick his mother's pussy in earnest from the bottom to the top and was soon making love to his mother's cunt with his lips and tongue and teeth like it was the best thing in the world... which to him, at that time, it was.

Joan was moaning and gasping with the pleasure her youngest son's mouth was giving her pussy. Her upper torso and head were turned to the right and Eric, who had moved up farther on the bed, was shoving his hips back and forth, plunging his dick in and out of her mouth.

Joan loved sucking Eric's cock as he fucked her mouth with it. She loved having her pussy licked and sucked by Ethan. She was in sexual heaven. The only thing that could be better would be when she got one of these hard-bodied young men to fill her pussy with one of their hard male members and fuck her for all they were worth. But that could wait, that could wait.

Suddenly Joan pulled her mouth off of Eric's cock, but she grabbed it with her hand, all slick with copious amounts of her saliva, and began stroking it firmly.

"Ahh! Yes, Ethan! Ethan! Oh God yes!" Joan cried out.

Ethan had slipped two fingers into his mother's pussy and was stimulating her G-spot effectively.

Eric noticed that his mother's upper chest, neck, and face were flushed dark red. He also noticed that she had stopped stroking his cock but was hanging on to it for all she was worth.

"Eee-eee-eee...Yessssss!" Joan screamed as her body convulsed with an intense orgasm.

She took her hand off of Eric's cock and placed it on the back of Ethan's head and pressed his face hard against her throbbing pussy.

Ethan's stimulation of his mother's G-spot had caused her to squirt four or five small quick pulses of her female ejaculate. Most of it ended up in Ethan's mouth, the rest of it on his lips and chin and the sheet below him. He was sexually savvy and had done this to one other women on more than one occasion so it didn't surprise him and he merely swallowed what was in his mouth and licked and slurped up more juice from his mother's pussy.

"No! No! Stop!" Joan cried out as she wriggled away from her son's mouth. "Sensitive. Too sensitive!" she said when his tongue began in on her clitoris again.

Joan lay on her back breathing heavily, made weak from the explosive release of all the sexual tension she had built up, but feeling oh so good. She gave up one last big sigh then levered herself up onto her elbows.

"Wow, Ethan, that was great. No. It was more than great. It was fantastic."

Ethan had already gotten his body up and was sitting back on his heels. Eric and he had exchanged eyebrow wiggles and big grins. Now he gave his mother a big grin as he wiped at the wetness on his chin, then wiped his hand across his thigh.

"Yeah, Mom, I thought it was pretty great and I'm really glad you enjoyed it so much."

Ethan meant every word he said. Going down on his mother and then having her come so hard and long was a super turn-on for him. At the moment he realized his mother was coming he figured he could have barely touched himself and shot his load onto the bed. He was glad, of course, that he hadn't.

"Come here, boy," Joan said as she laid back on the bed and held out her arms to him.
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