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I always considered myself to be lucky to rise up in a vacation wonderland in New Hampshire, and even luckier to be able-bodied to live there as an adult. My sire established a moneymaking real estate agency in Laconia, and we lived in a beautiful home on Lake Winnipesaukee.

My figure is Ellen, and when I was five old age old and just going into the first-class honours degree grade, an Indian category bought the base next to us on the lake. The father was a moneyed man of affairs, and they moved to the lake after he purchased car dealership in Laconia and Rochester. I later learned that his parents immigrated to America to void the caste arrangement that is still viable in many section of Republic of India. I don't understand all of that, but his family was a down caste with darker complexions, and they didn't have many opportunities to succeed there, except maybe as farmers.

I met the Indian daughter named Sara down by the lake shortly after they moved in, and we became friends almost immediately. She was my age and also going into the 1st form. We were very happy that we were in the same class together. When we started schooling, I learned first-hand just how miserly tiddler can be. The universe in our area is 97 % white-hot, and many of the locals were biased against any mass of coloring material. Sara was a girl with a flawless, medium-olive complexion, and I couldn't understand how they could accommodate that against her.

The kids taunted and teased her about being Indian, and I was usually there to come to her defense. That of course of instruction caused both of us to become Ishmael, so our friendly relationship grew firm and warm as we progressed through schooling and looked to one another for comfort and support.

We spent our summer's together swimming in the lake and day dreaming on the old wooden dock in front of my domicile. And in the winter we participated in all sorts of skating and skiing summercater together. By the clock time we were sixteen years old and going into our next-to-last class of eminent schoolhouse, some of the boys were changing their idea about Sara and me.

She was a beautiful little girl at 5'5"tall and 120 pounds. Her look and skin color reminded me a lot of the actress Halle Chuck Berry. Her hair was long, silky and darkness, and her eyes were a twinkle, light-brown. But the things that really got the boy's attention were her firm, D-cup knocker and a shapely ass. We were about the same height and weight, and I also had nice D-cup chest and a nice, tight ass. But my tomentum was natural-blonde and I had blue air eyes. We were together all of the meter, and our contrasting hair, skin and eye gloss made us quite alluring to the boys.

We usually double-dated and had a lot of fun with the boy. By the beginning of our senior year, we were fucking several of the boys. We were often able to bed them in one of our parent's place when they were out for the eventide, and I always enjoyed watching Sara have sex. We were both in practiced flesh and curvy in the right places, and her eubstance was so gorgeous to me. Both of us had neatly-trimmed pubic tomentum, and I enjoyed looking at her dark hair, since mine was blonde and the hide on and around her vulva was almost black.

One night Sara was sleeping over at my house after our dates, and we had both been fucked at my boyfriend's house earlier. We were laying under the sheet of paper and blanket talking about our dates ( Brad was my date and Jimmy was hers ), and I got singular about something and said,"Wow Sara, from the mess in my panties, it indisputable spirit like Brad filled me with a really big load of cum tonight. How was it with Jimmy ?"

Then Sara replied,"Yeah, the boys must own been redundant horny tonight. It feels like Jimmy shot a big load into me too. If you don't mind, I'd really like to see your tidy sum, and I'll display you mine too."

In our twelve age of being comfortably friends, we had never done anything even the least bit sexual together. Nonetheless, her interest in seeing my cum-soaked slit made me want to see her pussy too. I suddenly felt all tingly inside. I was a little uneasy and embarrassed, but I replied,"O.K. Sara, let's show each other, but we can't tell anyone else about this."

I was wearing a jersey and panties, so I pushed down the cover song and quickly pulled off my panties, as Sara turned around and moved down to front at me. I spread my legs as she got closer, and she laughed and said,"That's really poise Ellen. Your mouth and hair are coated with his cum, and some of it is still oozing out of you. He must have had a really big consignment tonight, and it smells good, but strong. Now look at me."

Since she had turned around in the bed, we were already head-to-toe, so she pulled off her step-in and spread her legs. I was only a fundament or so from her pussy, and the aroma of her pussy and the cum were overpowering and arousing. I had sucked my boyfriends off and swallowed it a few times, but never had a chance to smell it like that. jemmy's cum was thickly and white, and showed up visibly on her dismal hair and vulva.

My heart was beating faster as I looked at her puss and then up to see the rising and falling of her big breast as she breathed. For the first time in my life I desired sexual contact with another fille. I placed my bridge player on her thigh, only a few inches from her pussy, and said,"Sara, Jimmy made a big mess too, and you look so delectable to me. Do you mind if I lean down and taste some of his cum ?"

She smiled at me and said,"It's okay to taste me Ellen, but I get to savour you too."

I shifted over and gently touched my lingua to her hairy, cum-covered vulva, and pushed it slightly inside. Then Sara moaned as I opened my mouth and covered her labia with my rima oris and started sucking. She followed by tasting and then sucking my labia. So there we were, in a side-by-side soixante-neuf, sucking each former's cunt. I just loved the taste of her succus and the cum, and I wrapped my arms around her ass to get out her closer to me. She did the like to hold me tight, and we sucked one another for at least fifteen minutes as we made love to one another's cunts. We both had big orgasms.

As we parted from sucking twat, I scooted farther down in the bed, still in the 69 position, and pulled up her jersey, and sucked her gorgeous, dark mamilla and areola into my mouth. Then she pulled up my T-shirt and sucked my nipple, and we continued to accommodate tightly and lactate each other like that, switching from boob to breast for another XXX minutes.

When we finished sucking each early's knocker, Sara turned back around in the bed and we held one another and kissed passionately. After we finally calmed down and were lying side by side, Sara looked over at me and said,"Fuck Ellen, that was amazing. I never knew I could get such pleasance with another girl."

I smiled at her and said,"Oh I know Sara, I've never felt this way before. The boys just want to sleep with and hit, and it was so nice to be caressed. I could feel your beloved for me, and I hope that you felt mine. I don't think this makes us lesbians or anything, because I still love cock. It sure will be overnice to induce this to comfort one another when we feel the demand. And I just love the contrast of our skin together."

We continued to date boy in high school, but we still took the opportunity to bear sex together during sleepovers. After graduation, we decided to go to Granite DoS College in Concord, which is only about twenty-seven nautical mile and thirty-eight minutes from Laconia. We both majored in occupation organisation and lived together in the student residence. We were close enough to home that we were able to go rest home whenever we wanted to. Our partake in end was to go to a college close to home and hopefully meet some boys from our area. We wanted to end up living on the lake for the ease of our lives.

Our lives had been parallel since the outset grade, so it was no surprise that we both met our future husbands in our endorse twelvemonth of college. By the age of twenty we were married and both had sons. Our hubby came from well-to-do families in the Laconia arena, and our home were wealthy by most standards. So we had the resource to continue on with college sustenance in small domicile in Concord. Sara married an Amerindic man from her like caste, so their son Daman also has a medium-olive complexion. My son Jason is fair-skinned and has blonde hair like me and his begetter Dan.

After graduating from college, we bought homes right next to one another on the lake and not too far from our parent's homes. Our hubby didn't object too much when we insisted that we live next door, but our closeness eventually stated to get into on them. Sara and I did everything together with our boy. They were growing up with the same experiences we had, as being best champion. There was still that ugly racialism to deal with when they started school, and that made them even closer.

It was so enjoyable watching our son grow up together, and they spent a lot of time together on the dockage in front line of my family. During the summertime they turned 16 years old, just before starting their third-year yr. They were both fine-looking and hefty young men who attracted a lot of attention from the girls. They double-dated the daughter just like Sara and I had done with the boys in high school, and they were also very close to Sara and me.

We fawning mothers sat on the deck for hr watching our male child boating, skiing and playing in the H2O, and I often wondered if Sara was lusting after Jason the Same way I lusted for Daman. His darker skin was attractive to me, and although our sons wore baggy bathing case, I sometimes caught glimpses of Daman's rather large cock and balls pressing against the fabric.

Sara and I turned thirty-six old age old during that summertime, and we still looked almost as soundly as we did in high school. That wasn't in effect enough for Sara's husband, though, and he wanted a divorce so he could run off with a younger Andrew D. White woman that he met at work. Sara got a just divorcement settlement from her husband, and also went to work at her father's franchise. I think my husband was still happy with me, but he had an amazing job opportunity in New York urban center, and wanted to move there to take the position.

I knew that I was being selfish, but I had a laborious time accepting the reality of leaving our wonderful biography on the lake, and also leaving my beloved friend Sara. We finally decided that Dan would take the job and commute home on weekends for a while, as I continued to sputter with my decision. New House of York is about three hundred Admiralty mile and almost six hours by car from Laconia, so I knew that the travel would put a form on Dan. It was cost prohibitive to travel there by air, and even if he did it took almost as much in tally time.

With Sara divorced and Dan gone during the hebdomad, Sara and I and the boys were spending to a greater extent and more than metre together. I always tried to maintain a motherly behavior around the son, but I noticed that Jason would sometimes play with Sara, and Daman would flirt with me. We both flirted back. It was all very subtle, but the boys were so handsome and mature, that I sometimes forgot that we were blurring the subscriber line of morality.

When schooltime started in the fall, the son were dating their girlfriends again. They would usually take on round sleeping over at either Sara's or my household after they took their escort domicile. Dan was coming home fewer and fewer of the weekends, and I was in bed alone and not yet deceased one dark when the boys came back to my home. I heard them talking in Jason's room. Since I was getting up to go to the toilet anyway, and was in a snoopy mood, I tiptoed up to their partially-open door to listen.

They were quiet for a few moment and then I heard Jason whispering,"Yeah, no shop man. Janet wouldn't give it up to me tonight either. You'd think those pussies were gold or something. She let me suck her big tits and finger her long enough to afford me the blue balls, and then said that she didn't smell like giving me a blowjob or fucking."

Daman laughed and replied,"Well, just because those bitches didn't want to do it, that doesn't mean value that we can't help each other out like before. Turn around and get under me and let's do this."

Then Jason said,"okeh Daman, you know that I always like you to be on top."

There was plenty clean coming into the elbow room from the out of doors security light that I could see what was going on. It's laborious to describe how I felt when I saw the boys pull off their underclothes, as Jason laid on his back on the bed. I saw both of the boy's cocks and my pussy immediately got wet. Daman's cock is uncircumcised, about seven and one half column inch farsighted and very slurred, even though it didn't expression to be fully hard. His orchis are also big and low-hanging, and his cock and musket ball are almost black. Jason's cock was also about half-hard, and he looked to be about the same size of it as Daman, except that he is circumcised.

Daman moved on top of Jason and they took one another's cocks into their mouths. They sucked each other for a few minutes, and I then saw that their cocks looked to be nearly nine column inch long and very thick. Daman was fucking Jason's back talk as Jason wrapped his munition around his ass and shank to give him in topographic point. Daman was also sucking Jason aggressively. It only took the boys a few minutes of sucking like that until I saw both of their asses clinch and jabbing, as they swallowed each other's cum. I don't know why Jason preferred the more-submissive bottom berth. But the entirely thing was so titillating, especially with the line in their fair and dark skin colors.

I could hardly trust that I had just witnessed our boy doing the same thing that Sara and I had done at their age. I knew they liked girls and weren't gay. They were just experiencing bisexual rilievo just like Sara and I had done. I quietly walked back to my elbow room, and masturbated myself to a huge orgasm, just thinking about Daman's shameful cock and balls.




Sara came over to my home the succeeding day after the boys left home. I told her all about the boys sucking each other, and it turned us on so much that we ended up sucking each early to orgasm on my couch. And she was very proud when I told her how much I liked seeing Daman's big, dim stopcock and Brobdingnagian globe. Sara was funny about Jason's cock too, and she was thrilled when I said that both son had really big turncock. We were simply proud of our boys. I don't think either one of us anticipated what would encounter in the near future.

Now that we were cognizant of the boy's bisexual person tendencies, Sara and I both paid more aid when the male child were sleeping over at either of our homes. We observed them doing the Same thing about one-half of the meter they were together, usually depending on whether they got any kitty or got sucked off by their dates that night.

Dan was home for two weeks over the Yuletide vacation, and our personal situation came to a pass. I decided that I would not make a motion from our lake home that I loved so a good deal, and that was the root of the end of our marriage. He came home less and less after that, and we were divorced by the summer. Jason and I got decent nipper musical accompaniment and alimony payments from Dan. I also got my veridical acres license and started to work with my forefather's agency. So we were still comfortable financially and able to quell on the lake.

On a weekend in mid-January the boys had gone out on dates on Friday Night. On Saturday Night I had Sara and Daman over for a little post-holiday get together with us. We let the boys drink wine and beer with us in the privacy of our homes, and played various calling card and board games. We had a cracking time, with a lot of subtle flirting between Daman and me, and Jason and Sara.

We allowed the male child to call us by our first gens when no one else was around. That probably helped to prepare us all seem maybe a small too familiar spirit together. But the male child also called us Mom, depending on the circumstance. By 11:30 pm Sara and I were a little tipsy from several glasses of wine. Jason was passed out on the couch in the sustenance way, having consumed way too much beer.

Sara decided to ring it a night and went household. Since Daman was planning on sleeping over anyway, he tried to help me get Jason to bed. After struggling with Jason's numb weight for a few minutes, we decided to just cook him comfortable on the lounge and covered him up there. Daman went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, while I changed into my nighttime gown and settled in on the sofa in the kinsfolk room to learn a novel that I had been trying to finish.

Daman came out in a jersey and shorts and sat following to me on the couch. I was a little uncomfortable since I didn't expect any company. My nightdress was very sheer, and I wasn't wearing either a bra or step-in, so I tried to cover up the in effect I could. Daman sat there quietly for a few min watching me interpretation, and then said,"Ellen, I just can't get over how beautiful you look tonight, especially in that gown. Mom looked pretty too, and no one that didn't know you two would pretend that you are almost xxxvii geezerhood old."

I looked at him and smiled and said,"Thank you Daman, it's very nice of you to say so. And you and Jason are very handsome young men. You both sometimes seem much More mature than your almost-seventeen eld. Sara and I are very gallant of both of you. It's not easy without our husbands sometimes, and you son get hold of good fear of us."

Daman always seemed to be a little more serious in our tease than Jason was, so I wasn't totally surprised when he slowly moved his arm behind me on the top of the couch. Then he slipped his arm down onto my shoulders. I knew that he was going to make his movement on me. I knew that I should resist him, but when he pulled me towards him and our rim met, I knew that I couldn't refuse him. We kissed passionately with our knife intertwined, and when he dropped his hired hand to rub my big boob, I gave into my wanton desires.

I broke the kiss, and without saying a word, stood up and took his hand to head him to my bed. I felt like I was in high school again as he pulled my nightdress up and off as we lay back on the bed. He leaned in to caress and soak up my big breasts, and I rubbed his muscular dresser with one deal as I reached for his cock with the other.

He pulled down his shorts for me and I wrapped my script around his cock. I had never seen up close-fitting or felt a pecker that big, and never one with a foreskin either. After watching Jason suck him on several occasions, I just had to smack it for myself. I turned around in the bed, and as I moved my face closer to his crotch, I could smell his musky, teenage crotch, and it turned me on even more.

There was enough light coming in through the window that I could see his black stopcock and the thick veins running all over the surface of it. He cock headland was huge, and partially covered by his foreskin, and it was leaking a lot of precum. I opened my mouth wide to film him in. I so enjoyed the feel and preference of his cock in my mouth.

Dan and I had not made sexual love in months, and this teen peter was twice as big as his anyway. I had just gotten about one-half of his shaft in my mouth when I felt his breath on my pussy. He moved in and covered my hairy vulva with his mouth. We lay there for the retentive clock time sucking one another.

Daman finally turned around in the bed and moved on top of me, and we kissed a retard, sensuous, wet candy kiss as I felt his cock press into my labia. He could feel the tightness of my vagina as he slowly pushed his big, black cock into me. He was a very considerate and thoughtful lover for being so Brigham Young. After only a few minutes he was buried in me to his balls, and then he began long, tedious strokes as we continued to osculate passionately. Daman was making love to me, and not just going for a spry ass and cum.

As we continued fucking, I was on my third gear orgasm when Daman stopped kissing me for a mo and said,"Ellen, I love you so much. You are everything that any man could want in a char. I have wanted you since this summertime, and can hardly believe that I am with you like this."

I couldn't be sure if he was really feeling romantic sexual love for me, or if it was the dearest of a strong friendly relationship that our menage shared, and the rapture of having sex. I also loved him, and Sir Thomas More than could be explained by our families'friendship. So I responded,"I love you too Daman, but we have to be heedful and keep this under control condition. Our age remainder is too peachy for this to terminal forever. Let's just bask one another while we can."

Daman started stroking me flying and faster and said,"I'm cumming Ellen, and I love you more than you understand. Can you feel my load shooting into you ?"

I was writhing in passion and having my fourth orgasm, and I could experience his semen and spermatozoon flooding my vagina. This boy was shooting a much fully grown load into me than Dan ever did. I held him tightly as his orgasm subsided and his cock began to cushion in me. I was happy that I had continued taking my nascence control pills, even though I knew that Dan was drawing away from me. We lay in bed, still joined in our sexual trades union, and hugged and kissed until we fell asleep, still connected with his lenient, but long and thick cock in me.

The morning sun streaming through the window woke me, and when I saw and felt Daman lying with me I knew it wasn't a dream. I woke him and said,"Daman that was so wonderful finish nighttime, but I don't know if we should do this again. For now you need to get to Jason's room so he won't know that we slept together. I just hope he isn't awake yet."

Daman pulled on his t-shirt and boxershorts and I followed him to the door. He peeked out and it looked safe to leave. He walked quietly down the hall to Jason's way. I stepped out to see how Jason was doing and where he was, and caught just a glimpse of him walking out the backbone door. I couldn't then know for sure enough if he saw Daman leave my elbow room, but it was very unusual that he would walk out of the house like that.

I only found out later that day when Sara came over, that Jason went over and knocked on her back threshold when he left our domicile. She of grade let him in and asked him why he was there, and he said,"I saw Daman coming out of Mom's bedchamber this sunup, and I'm sure that he fucked her. I've come over here to do the same affair to you."

Jason was visibly upset, and Sara made them java, and she hoped to peach with him and to console him. The longer they talked the more sympathy she felt for him. At one point they were standing at the kitchen counter, and Jason hugged her and kissed her grueling on the mouth. She didn't refuse his overture ; first out of the touch sensation of passion and friendship between our families, and then out of lustfulness as she felt his big cock pressing into her belly. She took him to her bed and they fucked just as Daman and I had done, and then she came over to see me to air out the whole thing between us.

I t was unmanageable talking about what happened, even though we are the nighest of friends. We had both crossed a argument, but I was the most irresponsible since I let it befall with Daman first. Sara told me that Jason had expressed his love for her, and I told her that Daman felt the Lapp way towards me. We talked for time of day to try to understand what caused this to befall and to mold what we should do going forward. Both of us knew that it was wrong. But we loved the intimacy after not having sex with a man for so long.

We thought that the boys might be upset with each early, and decided to just let them work it out themselves. They both had strong touch for both of us. We risked escalating the site if it looked like either Sara or I were taking sides with either boy. After just one day the boys were talking and interacting again, and things seemed to accomplish a unlike sort of normal for us.

When we were able to fill and mouth as a group, there was a new tension between us. Everyone knew that everyone else was aware of what happened. Though, we never actually discussed the fact that Sara and I had fucked the other's boy. The boys still showed their love for us as their mothers, but they also showed a new sort of erotic love for the early mother. And soon the sex started again.

I still don't know if the male child collaborated, or if it just happened, but Daman would make out over to visit me at the Lapp time Jason visited Sara. The boys were staying with us and fucking us every day, and usually more than once. They even spent the Night with us. It was almost as if we were couples or even married. It seemed so natural to me to accept Daman as my lover, as our tactual sensation for one another grew. I just loved fucking his big, black peter, and Sara felt the Lapp about fucking Jason.

Our lives continued that way for respective more weeks, and then in previous Feb Sara and I and the boys went on a weekend skiing tripper to the White Mountains. One of her friends got us a groovy deal on a slope-side, ski-out condo. The thought were fantastic, and the condo has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, hot tub, and a enceinte room with an undetermined fireside fireplace.

We drove up after school and work on Friday, and got settled by about 10:00 pm. Sara shared one of the chamber with Jason, and I shared the early one with Daman. This was the maiden time that we were in a situation where it was observably apparent that we were fucking the early's sons.

On Saturday we got up early and had a tenacious day skiing, with a receive jailbreak for lunch at the ski lodge. That night we went to a very squeamish topical anaesthetic eating place for dinner party, and got back to the condo at about 9:00 pm. We brought wine and beer with us, so we sat around talking and imbibition for a patch, before Daman got the idea to play some music on the sound system.

We danced as couples for a piece, and the boys held us tightly and kissed us during the sluggish songs. Daman even took the initiative to rub my titmouse and ass while we danced, and Jason soon followed suit with Sara. I was at first apprehensive about Jason seeing me with Daman that way, but then I was aroused. I felt Jason's acceptance as he smiled at me and then began rubbing Sara in the Saame way. Then our human relationship were out in the open.

On the ride back to the lake we talked for the first time about the relationship our Son had with the former mother. Sara and I even admitted to the boys that we enjoyed sucking each other, and I let the son know that we knew about them sucking each former's turncock. By the prison term we got home all of us were expressing our passion for each other. Our relationships then entered a new and energise phase.

The boys graduated from senior high school school day and decided to go to Granite State just as Sara and I had done. They were staying in the dorm but also came home a couple nighttime each hebdomad and on the weekends. We were still able to enjoy our lifetime together. Daman has talked about wanting to marry me and have child, and Jason wants to hook up with Sara. But as appealing as that is to Sara and me, we know that it can never happen.

Our dear for the boys is veridical, but as we all get honest-to-goodness, the twenty class age dispute will manifest itself in many problematic ways. We continue to encourage the boys to date young lady their age, and hope that they will someday find woman to marry and have children with. In the meantime, we will savor the very peculiar relationships that we have with our best acquaintance's sons.

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