Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2016 10:25:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: Willing Mom 1 0f 1 Willing Mom 1 of 1 Consensual, Bisexual Incest - Adult/Youth If you enjoy reading these stories, please contribute to Nifty The Stubjoen boys were big boys. The Swedish blood, the fact they did all manner of farm work, and their big appetites had people shake their heads in amazement when they learned the boys were just 17. They stood 6 feet of solid muscle, with hot toned bodies that had girls giving them inviting looks. However, the boys' heads were elsewhere at this particular point in time. For about a month now the boys had been spying on their mom. The first time they climbed the barn loft to clean it, they discovered they were looking right into the window of their mom's bathroom, and were able to see all the way to her bed where she was masturbating. Actually, she was fucking herself with a large squash as she held her tit up to lick at the nipple. Karl was frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, while Jim reached down and squeezed his dick. They pulled out their peckers and beat-off right there. The cleaning of the loft project took longer than it should have, primarily because they would watch their mom laying nude on the bed, doing very imaginative things to herself such as placing a long cucumber between her breasts and pushing them together while she sucked on one end of it, as if she was getting tit fucked while giving a blowjob. Or, she would stand by the bed with her left leg on the floor, and her right knee on the bed, and while leaning over to fuck herself. The boys took turns fucking each other while they watched what they came to call the "Mom Show". Nothing got her off as much as knowing her sons were watching, which was the main reason she had asked them to clean the loft. Her husband had been a voyeur and he loved to watch her though their bathroom window while they both masturbated; he on the loft, she on the bed. Oh how she missed those big hands of his that he used so well, and that thick cock that he used so mercilessly. He'd fuck her while pinching her nipples, or fuck her doggy style while slapping her ass and reaching around to finger her clit. They both loved it when he tit fucked her. Even with her big breasts, his dick was long enough to open up her throat. She knew her sons had been butt fucking each other ever since they were kids. Her husband had told her that was normal boys experimenting and it meant nothing. Well they were no longer kids. She had seen them skinny dipping and from the distance they looked just like her husband. Big, muscular, not an ounce of fat, but with a fat cock. She could recognize that Stubsjoen rod anywhere, and here there were now two of them. She had gone back to the house to masturbate and was not surprised to find her panties wet. It was after she had come hard that she looked over and saw the loft through the bathroom window, and her scheme was born. At 49 she was no longer had a young woman's body. She had never really been slim. Her husband like that she was stacked, well supplied was the term he used and by that he meant big ass and large tits. She still drew looks even though the breast were heavy, and if you were into asses, she had one better than many black women. And so she started to show it to her boys. She would lean over or bend over wearing a short robe, loosely ties without a bra or panties. Around the house at night the boys were just in tee shirts and briefs, and there was no hiding their erections. At first the boys did try, but with her constantly bumping into them they soon gave up and would stand with their hips pushed forward, especially when she bent and looked over her shoulder asking if they could help her get something from the back of the bottom shelf. Karl was the shy one, but Jim was always ready to volunteer. She could feel him press his hard-on against the crack of her ass, and ever so slightly pump like one long penetration taking place. It surprised Jim when Karl suggested they get their mom drunk and fuck her. The boys had been ravaging each other asses at night, while the fucker called the fuckee "Mom, Mom". That really made them shoot a load. Now Karl said he had to fuck her, even if it meant holding her down and raping her. Mom was a strong woman, but between the both of them, and her drunk, they knew she would not get away without take the dick; make that dicks. She was one step ahead of them. It was she that had mentioned she had not had a drink in forever, and maybe that was best since she could not hold her liquor, but maybe for her birthday which would soon be here. They started with one drink, a toast, to Mom's upcoming 50th. Then a toast to their dad. Then to the great year that farm had. She asked to sit, and they moved to the couch. They toasted the boys' maturity which was a big help. A toast to their final year of high school. When the rubbing started she pretended not to notice although it was clumsy. Nothing like her husband's experienced hands. A pat on the knee, a rub on the back, the back of the hand across the breast, the squeeze of the inside of her thigh. She leaned back and gave them a goofy smile and then four hands were on her. Gone was the caress, this was groping; tits and ass. A hand was forced between her legs, and Jim mouthed to Karl, "her panties are wet". They did not lay her back, they threw here. The robe comes open and Jim is dropping his briefs. He enters her without any hint of foreplay or lovemaking. He is fucking right off the bat. She pretends to be confused but at the same time encouraging. Then Karl fucks her. Then Jim again. Karl gets her up on her hands and knees and fucks her doggy style as Jim forces his cock down her throat. One thing was real, her orgasms.