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I always considered myself to be favorable to grow up in a vacation wonderland in New Hampshire down, and even luckier to be able to live there as an adult. My father established a remunerative rattling estate agency in Laconia, and we lived in a beautiful home on Lake Winnipesaukee.

My gens is Ellen, and when I was five class old and just going into the inaugural grade, an Indian syndicate bought the home next to us on the lake. The father was a wealthy businessman, and they moved to the lake after he purchased car dealerships in Laconia and Rochester. I later learned that his parents immigrated to the States to fend off the caste system that is still viable in many parts of Republic of India. I don't understand all of that, but his mob was a depressed caste with darker complexions, and they didn't have many opportunities to come after 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 first grade. We were very felicitous that we were in the Sami class together. When we started school, I learned first-hand just how mean kids can be. The universe in our area is 97 % livid, and many of the local were biased against any mass of color. Sara was a girlfriend with a flawless, medium-olive complexion, and I couldn't understand how they could give that against her.

The kids taunted and teased her about being American Indian, and I was usually there to come to her defense. That of course caused both of us to become pariah, so our friendship grew stronger and unassailable as we progressed through school and looked to one another for comforter and support.

We spent our summer's together swimming in the lake and day dreaming on the old wooden dockage in front of my home. And in the winter we participated in all sorts of skating and skiing mutation together. By the time we were sixteen eld old and going into our junior yr of high shoal, some of the boys were changing their minds about Sara and me.

She was a beautiful missy at 5'5"tall and 120 pound sterling. Her case and hide coloring reminded me a lot of the actress Halle Berry. Her hair was long, silky and dark, and her eyes were a twinkle, light-brown. But the things that really got the boy's attention were her firm, D-cup breasts and a shapely ass. We were about the same acme and free weight, and I also had overnice D-cup breasts and a gracious, mingy ass. But my fuzz was natural-blonde and I had blue heart. We were together all of the fourth dimension, and our contrasting hair, skin and eye colors made us quite alluring to the boys.

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

One night Sara was sleeping over at my business firm after our dates, and we had both been fucked at my beau's firm earlier. We were laying under the shroud and blanket talking about our engagement ( Brad was my date and Jimmy was hers ), and I got rummy about something and said,"Wow Sara, from the mess in my panty, it trusted feeling like Brad filled me with a really big load of cum tonight. How was it with Jimmy ?"

Then Sara replied,"Yeah, the boys must give birth been extra horny tonight. It feels like jimmy shot a big lading into me too. If you don't mind, I'd really alike to see your jam, and I'll appearance you mine too."

In our twelve old age of being dependable ally, we had never done anything even the to the lowest degree bit intimate together. Nonetheless, her interest in seeing my cum-soaked pussy made me require to see her pussy too. I suddenly felt all tingly inside. I was a little queasy and embarrassed, but I replied,"Okay Sara, let's appearance each other, but we can't distinguish anyone else about this."

I was wearing a t-shirt and pantie, so I pushed down the covers and quickly pulled off my panty, as Sara turned around and moved down to bet at me. I spread my legs as she got closer, and she laughed and said,"That's really cool Ellen. Your rim and hair are coated with his cum, and some of it is still oozing out of you. He must feature had a really big cargo tonight, and it smells good, but solid. Now look at me."

Since she had turned around in the bed, we were already head-to-toe, so she pulled off her panty and spread her legs. I was only a foot or so from her pussy, and the aroma of her pussy and the cum were overpowering and arousing. I had sucked my fellow off and swallowed it a few multiplication, but never had a probability to reek it like that. jemmy's cum was thick and white, and showed up visibly on her dark whisker and vulva.

My heart was beating faster as I looked at her slit and then up to see the rising and falling of her big breasts as she breathed. For the first clock time in my life I desired sexual liaison with another girl. I placed my manus on her thigh, only a few inch from her pussy, and said,"Sara, Jimmy made a big passel too, and you look so delicious to me. Do you take care if I lean down and savour some of his cum ?"

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

I shifted over and gently touched my tongue to her hairy, cum-covered vulva, and pushed it slightly inside. Then Sara moaned as I opened my rima oris and covered her labia with my oral fissure and started sucking. She followed by tasting and then sucking my labia. So there we were, in a side-by-side sixty-nine, sucking each other's twat. I just loved the mouthful of her juices and the cum, and I wrapped my subdivision around her ass to pull her finisher to me. She did the same to support me sloshed, and we sucked one another for at least XV minutes as we made beloved to one another's cunts. We both had big orgasms.

As we parted from sucking pussy, I scooted farther down in the bed, still in the 69 position, and pulled up her T-shirt, and sucked her gorgeous, dark teat and ring of color into my mouth. Then she pulled up my tee shirt and sucked my nipple, and we continued to hold tightly and go down on each other like that, switching from bosom to front for another thirty minutes.

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

I smiled at her and said,"Oh I know Sara, I've never felt this way before. The son just want to jazz and snap, and it was so nice to be caressed. I could feel your love for me, and I hope that you felt mine. I don't think this makes us lesbian or anything, because I still love cock. It sure enough will be courteous to have this to solace one another when we feel the need. And I just lie with the contrast of our skin together."

We continued to date son in highschool school, but we still took the opportunity to receive sex together during sleepovers. After commencement exercise, we decided to go to Granite State College in agreement, which is only about twenty-seven international nautical mile and thirty-eight minutes from Laconia. We both majored in business judicature and lived together in the residence hall. We were close plenty to home that we were able to go dwelling house whenever we wanted to. Our shared finish was to go to a college close to home and hopefully adjoin some son from our area. We wanted to end up living on the lake for the repose of our lives.

Our lives had been parallel since the first grad, so it was no surprise that we both met our succeeding husbands in our second class of college. By the age of 20 we were married and both had sons. Our hubby came from well-to-do families in the Laconia area, and our crime syndicate were wealthy by most standards. So we had the imagination to stay on on with college life in pocket-sized dwelling house in Concord. Sara married an Indian man from her same 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 father 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 husband didn't object too much when we insisted that we live succeeding door, but our parsimoniousness eventually stated to hold out on them. Sara and I did everything together with our boys. They were growing up with the Sami experiences we had, as being intimately champion. There was still that ugly racism to consider with when they started school day, and that made them even closer.

It was so enjoyable watching our sons grow up together, and they spent a lot of time together on the bob in nominal head of my dwelling. During the summer they turned sixteen years old, just before starting their Jr year. They were both bountiful and mesomorphic Whitney Moore Young Jr. men who attracted a lot of attention from the little girl. They double-dated the girls just like Sara and I had done with the boys in luxuriously school, and they were also very close to Sara and me.

We fawning mother sat on the deck for hours watching our boys boating, skiing and playing in the water, 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 boy wore sloppy bathing suits, I sometimes caught glimpses of Daman's rather prominent putz and lump pressing against the fabric.

Sara and I turned thirty-six years old during that summertime, and we still looked almost as practiced as we did in high school. That wasn't good enough for Sara's husband, though, and he wanted a divorce so he could run off with a vernal white woman that he met at body of work. Sara got a undecomposed divorce liquidation from her husband, and also went to work at her Church Father's dealership. I think my husband was still well-chosen with me, but he had an amazing job opportunity in New House of York City, and wanted to proceed there to take the position.

I knew that I was being selfish, but I had a hard time accepting the reality of leaving our marvellous sprightliness on the lake, and also leaving my dear admirer Sara. We finally decided that Dan would take the job and commute home on weekends for a patch, as I continued to struggle with my decision. New House of York is about three hundred international nautical mile and almost six hours by car from Laconia, so I knew that the travel would put a melodic line on Dan. It was cost prohibitive to travel there by air, and even if he did it took almost as a good deal in tot time.

With Sara divorced and Dan gone during the workweek, Sara and I and the boys were spending more and more time together. I always tried to sustain a motherly demeanor around the boys, but I noticed that Jason would sometimes flirt 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 assembly line of morality.

When school started in the evenfall, the son were dating their girlfriends again. They would usually take spell sleeping over at either Sara's or my home base after they took their dates home. Dan was coming home fewer and fewer of the weekends, and I was in bed alone and not yet numb one night 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 bathroom anyway, and was in a nosy modality, I tiptoed up to their partially-open door to listen.

They were quiet for a few moments and then I heard Jason whisper,"Yeah, no dirt man. Janet wouldn't spring it up to me tonight either. You'd think those pussy were golden or something. She let me suck her big bosom and finger her tenacious enough to pass on me the wild blue yonder egg, and then said that she didn't look like giving me a cock sucking or fucking."

Daman laughed and replied,"wellspring, just because those gripe didn't want to do it, that doesn't mean that we can't avail each early out like before. flex around and get under me and let's do this."

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

There was enough weak coming into the room from the exterior security luminousness that I could see what was going on. It's hard to key how I felt when I saw the boys pull off their underwear, as Jason laid on his back on the bed. I saw both of the boy's cocks and my slit immediately got wet. Daman's shaft is uncircumcised, about seven and one one-half inches long and very thick, even though it didn't face to be fully hard. His balls are also big and low-hanging, and his putz and balls 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 peter into their mouthpiece. They sucked each other for a few minute of arc, and I then saw that their cocks looked to be nearly nine column inch long and very dense. Daman was fucking Jason's mouth as Jason wrapped his arms around his ass and shank to oblige him in place. Daman was also sucking Jason aggressively. It only took the boys a few minutes of sucking like that until I saw both of their tail clinch and thrust, as they swallowed each other's cum. I don't know why Jason preferred the more-submissive bottom position. But the solid thing was so erotic, especially with the contrast in their carnival and night hide colors.

I could hardly believe that I had just witnessed our boys doing the Same matter that Sara and I had done at their age. I knew they liked female child and weren't gay. They were just experiencing bisexual relief just like Sara and I had done. I quietly walked back to my room, and masturbated myself to a vast sexual climax, just thinking about Daman's Negroid shaft and balls.




Sara came over to my home the next day after the boy 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 former to orgasm on my sofa. And she was very proud when I told her how much I liked seeing Daman's big, black dick and huge balls. Sara was curious about Jason's cock too, and she was thrilled when I said that both son had really big dick. We were simply proud of our boy. I don't think either one of us anticipated what would happen in the near future.

Now that we were aware of the boy's bisexual person tendencies, Sara and I both paid Sir Thomas More tending when the boys were sleeping over at either of our homes. We observed them doing the Sami matter about half of the times 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 Christmas holidays, and our personal place came to a caput. I decided that I would not move from our lake home that I loved so a good deal, and that was the beginning 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 right child support and alimony defrayment from Dan. I also got my rattling estate license and started to play with my founder's representation. So we were still well-situated financially and able to stay on the lake.

On a weekend in mid-January the boys had gone out on day of the month on Friday dark. On Saturday Nox I had Sara and Daman over for a lilliputian post-holiday get together with us. We let the boy drink wine and beer with us in the privacy of our homes, and played various card and board biz. We had a great fourth dimension, with a lot of subtle flirting between Daman and me, and Jason and Sara.

We allowed the boys to call us by our world-class name calling when no one else was around. That probably helped to gain us all seem maybe a piffling too fellow together. But the boys also called us Mom, depending on the lot. By 11:30 pm Sara and I were a little tipsy from various chalk of wine. Jason was passed out on the couch in the living room, having consumed way too often beer.

Sara decided to call it a nighttime and went home. Since Daman was planning on sleeping over anyway, he tried to help me get Jason to bed. After struggling with Jason's dead weight unit for a few second, we decided to just urinate him comfortable on the couch and covered him up there. Daman went to the lav to get quick for bed, while I changed into my night gown and settled in on the sofa in the folk room to read a novel that I had been trying to finish.

Daman came out in a T-shirt and short pants and sat next to me on the couch. I was a fiddling uncomfortable since I didn't expect any company. My gown was very vaporous, and I wasn't wearing either a bra or panties, so I tried to cover up up the best I could. Daman sat there quietly for a few moment watching me reading, and then said,"Ellen, I just can't get over how beautiful you look this evening, especially in that gown. Mom looked pretty too, and no one that didn't know you two would guess that you are almost thirty-seven years 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 years. Sara and I are very proud of both of you. It's not easy without our hubby sometimes, and you boys involve expert care of us."

Daman always seemed to be a little more serious in our tantalization 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 relocation on me. I knew that I should fend him, but when he pulled me towards him and our lips met, I knew that I couldn't refuse him. We kissed passionately with our lingua intertwined, and when he dropped his hired hand to rub my big breasts, I gave into my wanton desires.

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

He pulled down his shorts for me and I wrapped my hand around his cock. I had never seen up close or felt a cock that big, and never one with a prepuce either. After watching Jason suck him on several affair, I just had to taste it for myself. I turned around in the bed, and as I moved my cheek finisher to his private parts, I could smell his musky, teenage crotch, and it turned me on even more.

There was enough light coming in through the windowpane that I could see his smutty cock and the chummy mineral vein running all over the open of it. He cock mind was huge, and partially covered by his foreskin, and it was leaking a lot of precum. I opened my verbalize wide to take him in. I so enjoyed the feel and gustatory modality of his cock in my mouth.

Dan and I had not made passion in months, and this teen shaft 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 oral fissure. We lay there for the tenacious time sucking one another.

Daman finally turned around in the bed and moved on top of me, and we kissed a boring, sensuous, wet kiss as I felt his hammer press into my labia. He could feel the tightness of my vagina as he slowly pushed his big, black putz into me. He was a very considerate and serious-minded lover for being so young. After only a few minutes he was buried in me to his bollock, and then he began long, slow strokes as we continued to snog passionately. Daman was making dear to me, and not just going for a quick roll in the hay and cum.

As we continued fucking, I was on my third coming 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 woman. I have wanted you since this summer, and can hardly believe that I am with you like this."

I couldn't be sure as shooting if he was really flavour wild-eyed erotic love for me, or if it was the dear of a strong friendship that our kin shared, and the transport of having sex. I also loved him, and more than could be explained by our families'friendship. So I responded,"I love you too Daman, but we have to be careful and retain this under control. Our age conflict is too capital for this to last forever. Let's just enjoy one another while we can."

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

I was writhing in rage and having my fourth orgasm, and I could feel his semen and sperm flooding my vagina. This boy was shooting a much adult payload into me than Dan ever did. I held him tightly as his orgasm subsided and his cock began to yield in me. I was happy that I had continued taking my parentage control anovulant, even though I knew that Dan was drawing away from me. We lay in bed, still joined in our sexual sum, and hugged and kissed until we fell asleep, still connected with his lenient, but long and blockheaded stopcock in me.

The morning sun streaming through the windowpane 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 last night, 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 tee shirt and shorts and I followed him to the door. He peeked out and it looked safe to impart. He walked quietly down the dormitory to Jason's room. I stepped out to see how Jason was doing and where he was, and caught just a glance of him walking out the back door. I couldn't then know for sure if he saw Daman will my room, but it was very strange that he would take the air 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 door when he left our home. She of course let him in and asked him why he was there, and he said,"I saw Daman coming out of Mom's bedroom this morning, and I'm sure that he fucked her. I've come over here to do the Sami affair to you."

Jason was visibly upset, and Sara made them coffee, and she hoped to speak with him and to solace 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 arduous on the lip. She didn't resist his advances ; first out of the touch of love and friendly relationship between our class, and then out of lust 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 unhurt thing between us.

I t was hard talking about what happened, even though we are the closest of friends. We had both crossed a business line, but I was the most irresponsible since I let it bump with Daman first. Sara told me that Jason had expressed his dearest for her, and I told her that Daman felt the same way towards me. We talked for hours to try to understand what caused this to encounter and to determine 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 male child might be upset with each other, and decided to just let them work it out themselves. They both had strong feelings for both of us. We risked escalating the situation if it looked like either Sara or I were taking sides with either boy. After just one day the son were talking and interacting again, and things seemed to reach a different sort of normal for us.

When we were capable to adjoin and peach 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 sons. The boy still showed their making love for us as their mothers, but they also showed a new kind of dearest for the other mother. And soon the sex started again.

I still don't know if the boys collaborated, or if it just happened, but Daman would come over to visit me at the Same 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 yoke or even married. It seemed so rude to me to accept Daman as my lover, as our flavour for one another grew. I just loved fucking his big, disastrous cock, and Sara felt the same about fucking Jason.

Our lives continued that way for several Sir Thomas More week, and then in belated February Sara and I and the boys went on a weekend skiing stumble to the Edward Douglas White Jr. Mountains. One of her Quaker got us a great good deal on a slope-side, ski-out condo. The views were fantastic, and the condo has two sleeping accommodation, two lavatory, kitchen, hot tub, and a groovy room with an exposed hearth fireplace.

We drove up after school and work on Friday, and got settled by about 10:00 pm. Sara shared one of the bedrooms with Jason, and I shared the other one with Daman. This was the first-class honours degree sentence that we were in a situation where it was observably apparent that we were fucking the other's sons.

On Sabbatum we got up early and had a farsighted day skiing, with a receive break for lunch at the ski lodge. That Night we went to a very gracious local anesthetic restaurant for dinner, and got back to the condo at about 9:00 pm. We brought wine-coloured and beer with us, so we sat around talking and drinking for a while, before Daman got the melodic theme to flirt some music on the sound system.

We danced as couples for a while, and the son held us tightly and kissed us during the tardily songs. Daman even took the first step to rub my mammilla 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 same way. Then our relationships were out in the open.

On the drive back to the lake we talked for the start clock time about the family relationship our sons had with the early female parent. Sara and I even admitted to the boys that we enjoyed sucking each early, and I let the boys know that we knew about them sucking each other's cocks. By the time we got home all of us were expressing our love for each other. Our relationship then entered a new and exciting phase.

The son graduated from high school day and decided to go to Granite State just as Sara and I had done. They were staying in the student residence but also came domicile a distich nights each workweek and on the weekends. We were still able to revel our lives together. Daman has talked about wanting to marry me and let small fry, and Jason wants to marry Sara. But as appealing as that is to Sara and me, we know that it can never happen.

Our love for the male child is veridical, but as we all get older, the twenty yr age difference will attest itself in many problematic ways. We continue to encourage the boys to particular date young woman their age, and hope that they will someday find women to marry and have children with. In the meantime, we will enjoy the very special human relationship that we have with our comfortably friend's sons.

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