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I always considered myself to be golden to grow up in a holiday wonderland in New Hampshire down, and even prosperous to be capable to live there as an adult. My Father-God established a lucrative really estate agency in Laconia, and we lived in a beautiful home on Lake Winnipesaukee.

My name is Ellen, and when I was five twelvemonth old and just going into the initiatory gradation, an Red Indian kin bought the home next to us on the lake. The forefather 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 United States to avoid the caste scheme that is still workable in many parts of India. I don't understand all of that, but his family was a dispirited caste with darker skin color, and they didn't have many opportunities to succeed there, except maybe as farmers.

I met the Amerindic 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 same class together. When we started school, I learned first-hand just how average Thomas Kid can be. The population in our area is 97 % whitened, and many of the local were biased against any people of color. Sara was a girl with a flawless, medium-olive skin color, and I couldn't understand how they could maintain that against her.

The kids taunted and teased her about being Indian, and I was usually there to come to her defense. That of class caused both of us to become castaway, so our friendship grew inviolable and stronger as we progressed through school 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 wharf in figurehead of my home. And in the winter we participated in all sorts of skating and skiing sportsman together. By the time we were xvi years old and going into our third-year year of high gear school, some of the boys were changing their nous about Sara and me.

She was a beautiful girl at 5'5"tall and 120 pounds. Her face and cutis gloss reminded me a lot of the actress Halle Berry. Her haircloth was long, silky and nighttime, and her eyes were a scintillation, light-brown. But the affair that really got the boy's attention were her firm, D-cup breasts and a shapely ass. We were about the Lapp tiptop and free weight, and I also had nice D-cup breasts and a dainty, fast ass. But my pilus was natural-blonde and I had blue optic. We were together all of the clock time, and our contrasting pilus, skin and eye colour made us quite alluring to the boys.

We usually double-dated and had a lot of fun with the boys. By the root of our fourth-year year, we were fucking respective of the boys. We were often able-bodied to fuck them in one of our parent's rest home when they were out for the eventide, and I always enjoyed watching Sara have sex. We were both in near shape and curvy in the rightfield places, and her consistency was so gorgeous to me. Both of us had neatly-trimmed pubic hair's-breadth, and I enjoyed looking at her obscure tomentum, since mine was blonde and the skin 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 escort and jimmy was hers ), and I got singular about something and said,"Wow Sara, from the mess in my pantie, it trusted spirit like Brad filled me with a really big load of cum tonight. How was it with jemmy ?"

Then Sara replied,"Yeah, the boy must have been extra horny tonight. It feels like jimmy shot a big incumbrance into me too. If you don't mind, I'd really ilk to see your mess, and I'll show you mine too."

In our twelve class of being serious ally, we had never done anything even the to the lowest degree bit sexual together. Nonetheless, her interest in seeing my cum-soaked pussycat made me want to see her pussy too. I suddenly felt all tingly inside. I was a piddling nervous and humiliated, but I replied,"Okay Sara, let's show each early, but we can't tell anyone else about this."

I was wearing a t-shirt and panties, so I pushed down the blanket and quickly pulled off my panties, as Sara turned around and moved down to bet at me. I spread my leg as she got closer, and she laughed and said,"That's really cool Ellen. Your lips and whisker are coated with his cum, and some of it is still oozing out of you. He must have had a really big load tonight, and it smells good, but substantial. Now look at me."

Since she had turned around in the bed, we were already head-to-toe, so she pulled off her scanty and spread her peg. I was only a foot or so from her slit, and the aroma of her pussycat and the cum were overpowering and arousing. I had sucked my swain off and swallowed it a few times, but never had a opportunity to smell it like that. Jimmy's cum was loggerheaded and clean, and showed up visibly on her sinister hair and vulva.

My center was beating faster as I looked at her snatch and then up to see the rising and falling of her big breasts as she breathed. For the first-class honours degree prison term in my life I desired intimate contact with another girl. I placed my hired hand on her thigh, only a few inches from her pussy, and said,"Sara, jimmy made a big great deal too, and you look so pleasant-tasting to me. Do you listen 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 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 lip 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 sixty-nine, sucking each other's pussies. I just loved the taste of her juice and the cum, and I wrapped my arms around her ass to pull her closer to me. She did the same to hold me tight, and we sucked one another for at least fifteen arcminute as we made love to one another's cunt. We both had big orgasms.

As we parted from sucking twat, I scooted farther down in the bed, still in the sixty-nine position, and pulled up her tee shirt, and sucked her gorgeous, dark nipple and areola into my mouth. Then she pulled up my jersey and sucked my nipple, and we continued to take hold tightly and suck each other like that, switching from breast to breast for another thirty minutes.

When we finished sucking each former'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 side by side, Sara looked over at me and said,"ass 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 male child just want to fuck and shoot, and it was so Nice to be caressed. I could feel your dearest for me, and I hope that you felt mine. I don't think this makes us lesbians or anything, because I still love stopcock. It sure will be dainty to sustain this to ease one another when we feel the pauperization. And I just bonk the direct contrast of our cutis together."

We continued to escort male child in high school school, but we still took the chance to have sex together during sleepovers. After gradation, we decided to go to Granite DoS College in Concord, which is only about twenty-seven international mile and thirty-eight min from Laconia. We both majored in stage business governing and lived together in the dorm. We were close enough to home that we were able to go home whenever we wanted to. Our shared goal was to go to a college close to rest home and hopefully meet some male child from our area. We wanted to end up living on the lake for the sleep of our lives.

Our lives had been parallel since the low score, so it was no surprisal that we both met our future married man in our endorse year of college. By the age of twenty dollar bill we were married and both had sons. Our husbands came from well-to-do kinsperson in the Laconia area, and our families were wealthy by virtually standards. So we had the resource to continue on with college living in low home plate in Lexington. 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's-breadth like me and his founding father Dan.

After graduating from college, we bought home plate right next to one another on the lake and not too far from our parent's plate. Our husband didn't object too a good deal when we insisted that we live next door, but our tightfistedness eventually stated to wear on them. Sara and I did everything together with our male child. They were growing up with the same experiences we had, as being right friends. There was still that ugly racism to deal with when they started school, and that made them even closer.

It was so enjoyable watching our sons grow up together, and they spent a lot of clip together on the wharfage in front of my dwelling. During the summertime they turned sixteen years old, just before starting their junior year. They were both handsome and muscular young men who attracted a lot of attention from the girlfriend. They double-dated the missy 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 female parent sat on the deck for hours watching our male child boating, skiing and playing in the water, and I often wondered if Sara was lusting after Jason the Lapp way I lusted for Daman. His darker skin was attractive to me, and although our Logos wore loose-fitting bathing suits, I sometimes caught glimpses of Daman's rather large cock and orchis pressing against the fabric.

Sara and I turned thirty-six years old during that summertime, and we still looked almost as good as we did in high schoolhouse. That wasn't in force enough for Sara's married man, though, and he wanted a divorce so he could run off with a younger white woman that he met at oeuvre. Sara got a goodness divorce settlement from her husband, and also went to form at her father's franchise. I think my hubby was still felicitous with me, but he had an baffle job opportunity in New York City, and wanted to prompt there to contract the position.

I knew that I was being selfish, but I had a hard time accepting the reality of leaving our wonderful lifespan on the lake, and also leaving my dear friend 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 York is about three hundred miles and almost six hours by car from Laconia, so I knew that the travel would put a strain on Dan. It was cost prohibitive to journey there by air, and even if he did it took almost as much in tot time.

With Sara divorced and Dan gone during the workweek, Sara and I and the boys were spending More and Thomas More time together. I always tried to maintain 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 bighearted and mature, that I sometimes forgot that we were blurring the course of morality.

When shoal started in the fall, the boy were dating their girlfriend again. They would usually use up turns sleeping over at either Sara's or my home after they took their dates home. Dan was coming home fewer and few of the weekends, and I was in bed alone and not yet departed 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 mood, I tiptoed up to their partially-open threshold to listen.

They were quiet for a few moments and then I heard Jason whisper,"Yeah, no shit man. Janet wouldn't give it up to me tonight either. You'd think those pussycat were atomic number 79 or something. She let me suck her big tits and finger her long enough to give me the blue egg, and then said that she didn't feel 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 that we can't help each former out like before. release around and get under me and let's do this."

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

There was enough illumine coming into the room from the alfresco security light that I could see what was going on. It's hard to describe 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 pussy immediately got wet. Daman's cock is uncircumcised, about seven and one one-half inches long and very buddy-buddy, even though it didn't flavour to be fully hard. His clump are also big and low-hanging, and his cock and ball are almost black. Jason's turncock was also about half-hard, and he looked to be about the same sizing as Daman, except that he is circumcised.

Daman moved on top of Jason and they took one another's cocks into their oral fissure. They sucked each early for a few transactions, and I then saw that their cock looked to be nearly nine inches long and very chummy. Daman was fucking Jason's mouth as Jason wrapped his arms around his ass and shank to prevail him in place. Daman was also sucking Jason aggressively. It only took the boys a few minute of arc of sucking like that until I saw both of their asses clamp and poking, as they swallowed each former's cum. I don't know why Jason preferred the more-submissive bottom location. But the entirely thing was so erotic, especially with the contrast in their carnival and dark skin colors.

I could hardly believe that I had just witnessed our boys doing the same thing that Sara and I had done at their age. I knew they liked missy 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 huge sexual climax, just thinking about Daman's fateful cock and balls.




Sara came over to my base the next day after the boys left nursing 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 majestic when I told her how a lot I liked seeing Daman's big, black cock and huge ball. Sara was curious about Jason's cock too, and she was thrilled when I said that both son had really big cocks. We were simply majestic of our son. I don't think either one of us anticipated what would occur in the near future.

Now that we were aware of the boy's bisexual disposition, Sara and I both paid more attention when the son were sleeping over at either of our homes. We observed them doing the same thing about half of the times they were together, usually depending on whether they got any pussy or got sucked off by their escort that night.

Dan was home for two calendar week over the Christmas Day holidays, and our personal situation came to a brain. I decided that I would not displace from our lake place that I loved so much, and that was the root of the end of our matrimony. He came home less and less after that, and we were divorced by the summer. Jason and I got decorous tyke support and alimony defrayment from Dan. I also got my substantial demesne permit and started to wreak with my Father's agency. So we were still comfortable financially and able to stay on the lake.

On a weekend in mid-January the son had gone out on dates on Fri night. On Saturday night I had Sara and Daman over for a little post-holiday get together with us. We let the boy drink wine and beer with us in the privacy of our rest home, and played various calling card and add-in secret plan. We had a great meter, with a lot of subtle flirting between Daman and me, and Jason and Sara.

We allowed the boy to forebode us by our starting time names when no one else was around. That probably helped to make us all seem maybe a trivial too familiar together. But the son also called us Mom, depending on the circumstances. By 11:30 pm Sara and I were a minuscule tipsy from respective chalk of wine. Jason was passed out on the lounge in the bread and butter room, having consumed way too much beer.

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

Daman came out in a t-shirt and shorts and sat next to me on the couch. I was a fiddling uncomfortable since I didn't expect any company. My nightgown was very gossamer, and I wasn't wearing either a bra or pantie, so I tried to cover up the best I could. Daman sat there quietly for a few minutes watching me reading, and then said,"Ellen, I just can't get over how beautiful you look tonight, especially in that nightgown. Mom looked pretty too, and no one that didn't know you two would guess that you are almost thirty-seven days 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 lofty of both of you. It's not easy without our husbands sometimes, and you boy take skillful attention of us."

Daman always seemed to be a fiddling more serious in our teasing 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 bring in his motion on me. I knew that I should resist him, but when he pulled me towards him and our lips met, I knew that I couldn't scraps him. We kissed passionately with our tongues intertwined, and when he dropped his handwriting 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 robe up and off as we lay back on the bed. He leaned in to caress and suck my big breasts, and I rubbed his muscular pectus with one helping hand as I reached for his hammer with the other.

He pulled down his shorts for me and I wrapped my hand around his cock. I had never seen up secretive or felt a hammer that big, and never one with a foreskin either. After watching Jason suck him on various occasion, I just had to taste it for myself. I turned around in the bed, and as I moved my face finisher to his crotch, I could smell out his musky, teenage crotch, and it turned me on even more.

There was enough lightness coming in through the window that I could see his black cock and the thick mineral vein running all over the control surface of it. He cock head was huge, and partially covered by his foreskin, and it was leaking a lot of precum. I opened my mouth all-embracing to use up him in. I so enjoyed the feel and predilection of his prick in my mouth.

Dan and I had not made love in month, and this teenage putz was twice as big as his anyway. I had just gotten about half of his lance in my rima oris when I felt his breath on my pussy. He moved in and covered my hairy vulva with his rima oris. We lay there for the longest time sucking one another.

Daman finally turned around in the bed and moved on top of me, and we kissed a slow, sensuous, wet kiss as I felt his cock press into my labia. He could feel the niggardness of my vagina as he slowly pushed his big, disgraceful pecker into me. He was a very considerate and serious-minded lover for being so young. After only a few transactions he was buried in me to his balls, and then he began long, slow strokes as we continued to buss passionately. Daman was making love to me, and not just going for a quick fuck and cum.

As we continued fucking, I was on my third orgasm when Daman stopped kissing me for a minute 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 conceive 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 love of a inviolable friendly relationship that our family line shared, and the raptus of having sex. I also loved him, and Thomas More than could be explained by our household'friendship. So I responded,"I love you too Daman, but we have to be thrifty and maintain this under control. Our age remainder is too keen for this to last forever. Let's just enjoy one another while we can."

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

I was writhing in passion and having my one-fourth climax, and I could feel his seminal fluid and sperm 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 rooster began to soften in me. I was well-chosen that I had continued taking my birth control birth control pill, even though I knew that Dan was drawing away from me. We lay in bed, still joined in our intimate Union, and hugged and kissed until we fell asleep, still connected with his soft, but long and compact cock in me.

The sunrise 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 marvelous close 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 t-shirt and drawers and I followed him to the door. He peeked out and it looked safety to leave. He walked quietly down the mansion house 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 have it off for sure if he saw Daman leave my room, but it was very strange that he would walk out of the household 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 rest home. She of row let him in and asked him why he was there, and he said,"I saw Daman coming out of Mom's bedchamber this first light, and I'm sure that he fucked her. I've semen over here to do the same matter to you."

Jason was visibly upset, and Sara made them coffee tree, and she hoped to talk with him and to console him. The longer they talked the more sympathy she felt for him. At one stage they were standing at the kitchen retort, and Jason hugged her and kissed her hard on the lips. She didn't resist his advancement ; first out of the feeling of love and friendship between our fellowship, and then out of lust as she felt his big prick 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 totally affair between us.

I t was difficult talking about what happened, even though we are the closest of Quaker. We had both crossed a business, but I was the most irresponsible since I let it happen with Daman first. Sara told me that Jason had expressed his love life for her, and I told her that Daman felt the same way towards me. We talked for 60 minutes to try to sympathise what caused this to happen and to determine what we should do going forward. Both of us knew that it was improper. But we loved the affair after not having sex with a man for so long.

We thought that the son might be upset with each early, and decided to just let them work it out themselves. They both had unattackable feelings for both of us. We risked escalating the position if it looked like either Sara or I were taking slope with either boy. After just one day the boys were talking and interacting again, and things seemed to hand a dissimilar variety of normal for us.

When we were able to meet and talk 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 former's Word. The boy still showed their love for us as their mother, but they also showed a new kind of love life for the early female parent. 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 male child were staying with us and fucking us every day, and usually more than once. They even spent the dark with us. It was almost as if we were couples or even married. It seemed so rude to me to accept Daman as my lover, as our touch sensation for one another grew. I just loved fucking his big, dim cock, and Sara felt the same about fucking Jason.

Our spirit continued that way for several more hebdomad, and then in later February Sara and I and the boys went on a weekend skiing trip-up to the White Mountains. One of her friends got us a majuscule deal on a slope-side, ski-out condo. The views were fantastic, and the condo has two bedrooms, two can, kitchen, hot tub, and a great way with an open 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 clock time that we were in a situation where it was observably seeming that we were fucking the other's sons.

On Saturday we got up early and had a hanker day skiing, with a welcome respite for lunch at the ski lodge. That dark we went to a very Nice local anesthetic eating place for dinner, 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 while, before Daman got the idea to flirt some music on the audio system.

We danced as distich for a while, and the boys held us tightly and kissed us during the slow strain. Daman even took the go-ahead to rub my tits 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 relationships were out in the open.

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

The boys graduated from high gear school and decided to go to Granite state of matter just as Sara and I had done. They were staying in the dorm but also came rest home a mates nights each week and on the weekends. We were still able-bodied to enjoy our lives together. Daman has talked about wanting to espouse me and consume kids, and Jason wants to wed Sara. But as appealing as that is to Sara and me, we know that it can never happen.

Our love for the boy is real, but as we all get older, the xx year age difference will demonstrate itself in many problematic elbow room. We continue to boost the boys to date girls their age, and hope that they will someday notice charwoman to marry and have children with. In the meantime, we will enjoy the very limited family relationship that we have with our respectable booster's sons.

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