Tricked By Sons (Almost Caught)

AYANA

“A few minutes more, mommy,” Polito replied, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the hem of my shorts.

I could feel Daniel’s palm rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I should have stopped him, yelled at him, but my body deceived me.

He pressed through the thin cotton of my shorts, his fingers tracing my seam with an accuracy that made me gasp. Polito’s thumb found my clit at the same moment, circling through the fabric with the same rhythm his tongue was using on my nipple.

How did they know exactly where to touch?

The thought dissolved when Daniel’s finger slipped beneath my shorts. He parted my folds and slid one finger in, then buried it inside me for a second.

“Oh fuck, Sons,” I moaned out loud, couldn’t help it. “You two are soooo good.”

Daniel’s mouth released my breast with a wet pop. He moved down the bed, strong hands pushing my thighs apart, and then his face was between my legs, and he started eating my pussy.

“Ohhh—sons, yes, suck your momma’s pussy, yes, like that.” I didn’t care about anything at this moment; I just wanted to enjoy myself with my sons.

He ate me like he was starving, flat strokes. Sharp flicks against my clit. The suction of his mouth rotated with the thrust of his tongue inside me. Polito kept sucking my breasts, but his hand had replaced Daniel’s between my legs, fingers strumming my clit while his brother devoured me from below.

My moans filled the room; there was no attempt to quiet them now.

Polito pulled away first. Stood beside the bed. His pants hit the floor, and my eyes went wide. He was enormous, thick and veined and already glistening at the tip.

He climbed onto the bed, knees beside my shoulders, and guided himself toward my mouth. I opened my mouth for him. His cock filled my mouth, stretching my jaw.

“Mmmmmmm,” I let out a soft moan against his cock. “I started sucking his cock while playing balls.”

“Ohhh— mommmyyy—your mouth feels sooo warm,” Polito groaned.

Daniel continued eating my pussy while his finger was moving in and out of me.

“I love your pussy, mommy… you smell so good,” Daniel groaned.

“You have a very talented little mouth… son, yes, keep going.”

Suddenly, the pressure between my legs vanished. I wanted to shout at him for stopping. Then I saw him taking off his clothes. God, he was sooo bigger than his brother and father. My eyes widened, I couldn’t take my eyes off his enormous cock.

I pulled my mouth off Polito’s cock just long enough to breathe, “You’ve grown up so much, son.”

Daniel’s smile flickered. “Do you want my cock, mommy? You want me to fuck you mercilessly the way Dad mercilessly never does?”

“Yes… son, ruin my pussy with your big cock.” I couldn’t think of anything else right now than his enormous cock, he was so big for me to resist.

He climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between my spread thighs, and slammed his cock inside me in one tough go.

“Ohhh…son…Arghhh….Fuck your mother…yes fuck me,” I started moaning uncontrollably. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming, filled beyond what my body remembered being capable of.

Daniel moved with a rhythm that was nothing like the gentle boy who used to bring me breakfast in bed. His thrusts hard and deep. Each thrust pushed me further onto Polito’s cock.

Polito’s fingers returned to my clit, rubbing quick circles that matched Daniel’s pace.

“Yesss—sons—make your mommy cum, ohh fuck.”

“Mommy, your pussy feels soooo gooddd,” Daniel growled. “Dad— really enjoying Mom.”

The pleasure built sharp and fast, no gentle climb, just a sheer drop into sensation that stole my breath and my thoughts and every pretense of motherhood.

“Yes, son, keep going, fuck your mommy.”

“My turn,” Polito murmured.

Both brothers moved with coordinated precision. Polito slid down my body, and then it was his cock filling my cunt while Daniel positioned himself at my mouth. Different stretch. Different rhythms. Polito fucked with shorter, faster strokes that hit a spot inside me and made my vision blur.

“Yes—sons—fuck your mom, go deeper.”

“You feel so tight—Mommy,” Polito moaned. “We can make you feel better every day.”

I stopped thinking entirely, and I took off my top. Now fully naked.

“Ahhh…Yes…sons, fuck me until we wake up the neighbors.”

They rearranged again. Daniel was beneath me this time, my back against his chest, his cock buried inside me while Polito knelt between my thighs and guided himself back into my pussy.

Two points of penetration. Two sons working my body in a tandem while I balanced somewhere between them, suspended in sensation. They were fucking both my holes like starving wolves.

“God… darling…mom’s holes belong to you, use me as you please, fuck your momma’s holes every day.”

“Yes—Mommy, we will fuck you every day, anywhere, anytime. You belong to us now,” Daniel groaned.

“You won’t say anything to your Dad,” I said. “Okay?”

“Yes—mommy,” Daniel replied. “We won’t… Oh God, mommy, I have wanted to fuck you for months.”

They kept fucking me harder and faster, while Polito continued playing with my clit. My little boys had grown up so fast. Now they were fucking their momma. Thank goddess that we adopted them when their real parents died.

Daniel was 3 years old while Polito was a toddler when their biological parents died in a car accident. God! They’d grown up so well, now fucking their mommy.

We were standing now, the cold air of the bedroom striking our sweaty skin. Daniel stood behind me, my back pressed firmly against his chest, while Polito faced me from the front.

They entered me together somehow; I couldn’t track the logic anymore, only the impossible, bursting fullness of both of them in constant contact with my body, thrusting in a wild counterpoint.

They were holding me up, fucking me in a standing missionary position right beside the bed, leaving me completely helpless to do anything but scream their names.

“Ooohh… Mom, I am cumin,” Polito groaned.

“Cum in your mother’s pussy, son, let your mom feel your hot semen.”

They both came together. I thought they would stop, but they started fucking me again.

The hours blurred.

Position after position. Bed to floor to edge of the mattress to press against the wall. They are never tired. Never slowed. And I never once asked them to stop.

“Sweetheart?” James’ voice echoed up the stairs. “I finished early. You home?”

Three of us froze mid-thrust, Daniel still buried deep inside me, Polito’s hand still slick between my thighs, my mouth still open around the moan that was about to release.

Footsteps on the stairs and not getting closer.

Daniel’s eyes met mine, wide with a mixture of sudden adrenaline and raw defiance.

And then the door opened slightly.