Back in my days, spending the day under the shade of the trees, on my grandfather’s farm, I could feel that shiver run through me, just remembering it. But, as they say, we pay back in our children for everything we did one day.
Well, time passed, our paths diverged and everything changed. Even our parents divorced, taking us in directions that soon became impossible, after everything we had been through; as if now it seemed hard to believe that it really happened.
Alone, I now had two boys who, even though they were my children, reminded me a lot of what I once lived with my brother and my cousin. Let me tell the story from the beginning, I mean, my children’s story, not mine, you already know that one.
It all happened last Thanksgiving, when we went to my stepsister’s. After spending the whole day preparing dinner, surrounded by cousins, grandparents, with the boys running around with their cousins, suddenly I didn’t even notice when everything went kind of silent.
I left the guys in the kitchen and went around the house to see what the boys were up to, but there was no sign of them. So I decided to go up to the second floor to see where they were, and at the end of the hallway, through the crack in the door to my nephews’ room, I saw something I couldn’t never have imagined. As much as I wanted to say something, I simply didn’t react and stayed there watching, without any of them seeing me.
On the side of the bed, the two oldest, mine and my stepsister’s, had their shorts pulled down and, sitting on the bed, the two youngest boys were masturbating them and sucking their cocks.
The two oldest boys laughed among themselves while the other two put it in their mouths.
And, watching all this, my oldest stepson seemed to be the one having the most fun, holding his cousin’s head and grinding his cock back and forth, which he was sticking all the way into the boy.
Then, they placed the two of them face down on the edge of the bed and, with their dicks pointing at their asses, they started to fuck, in an orgy that I had never imagined seeing and that, I confess, at the time made me a little horny. I mean, I knew that every boy ends up having an experience with other boys at some point, kind of out of pure curiosity. But seeing my boys there, I confess that it caught me off guard and I was kind of frozen, without knowing what to say.
I took advantage of the fact that they hadn’t seen me and snuck out, going back to the kitchen. The day went by, the dinner was great and, at night, when we went to bed, that wouldn’t leave my mind and I ended up losing sleep. Turning around in bed and unable to sleep, I went to the kitchen to drink some water, but in the hallway, passing by the door of the boys’ room, I heard that noise that made me stop to listen better.
And, like in the earlier episode, there were the four of them again, getting really naughty. Both my children, who were sleeping on the mattresses next to the beds, and their cousins were all under the sheets making out. This time I decided to take action and, when I entered the room and surprised the four of them, I think I gave them the biggest scare of their lives.
— What are you doing?! — despite the tone of my voice, I was more of a whisper, trying not to wake up the whole house.
— We were playing! — the four of them tried to explain themselves.
Of course, after everything I had seen earlier, I didn’t even need an explanation from the four of them naked in bed. Even so, I just told them to go to sleep and stop being naughty. The next day, without bringing up the subject, and with the boys somewhat embarrassed silence, the whole thing had become just an episode that, after a few days, I soon forgot about. But, like every mother who tries to minimize things, I would soon discover that I was very wrong.
Two weeks had passed and, when I got home from work, I found the house so silent. Since they were still on vacation, the boys must have been at a friend’s and had forgotten what time it was. But, to my surprise, they were both in their room and the scene, not much different from what had happened at their cousins’ house, left me speechless.
They were both lying there, the oldest with his shorts pulled down to his knees and the youngest naked on top of him, both sucking each other, doing a sixty nine. And I, who didn’t even know how to talk to them about sex, froze at the time, trying to think of what to say. Little did I know that nowadays they know everything, and apparently they do everything too.
— What are you guys doing?! — and they almost jumped in fright.
— We were playing! —they tried to explain.
— Am I seeing something, boy, or have they both turned into sissies?! —
— No, stepmom! — the youngest replied.
— Go take a shower now, both of you! — and they quickly ran to the bathroom.
At the time, I didn’t even realize that I had just caught my children in a very naughty way and all I managed to do was send them both to the bathroom, like I used to do when they were little. I guess I didn’t really know how to deal with two boys who, despite being nothing more than two grown-up brats, were perhaps not as innocent as I thought. After all, they grow from one stepmoment to the next and we don’t even realize that they are so much taller and their bodies are covered in hair.
If it were their father, he might have given them a beating, or perhaps resolved the issue like his father did, back when men took boys to a brothel and when they left they were no longer boys, but little men. But of course I didn’t have the courage to do that.
My only fear was that maybe they were both starting to become queers, maybe they were confused. I have no prejudice, but I think my mistake and the reaction I had that day was just to try to protect them both, not only from the influence of the world, but, in my poor ignorance, thinking that they knew nothing about life, like every mother.
That night, after a heavy atmosphere that remained, at dinner time and afterwards, watching TV with the two of them half sideways, on the other end of the sofa. Later, I was getting ready to sleep and that still bothered me, not because I got mad about them, but because I was afraid that if I let it go, maybe they would both end up learning the wrong thing on web, and then it would be worse.
— Can you come here for a stepmoment? — I called them both.
It wasn’t long before they appeared, still standing there at the door of my room, a little embarrassed. But that time I didn’t mean to argue them, I just wanted to have a conversation that I think I should have had a long time ago.
— Come here! — and I called for the two of them to sit on the bed.
Still a little sullen, they sat on the edge of the bed, next to where I was lying, leaning against the headboard.
— Mommy isn’t mad. It’s just that I still don’t really know how to raise two boys on my own. These things, in my time, were a man’s job to teach, and your father isn’t here for that.
And to tell the truth, I don’t think he even cared that much, since he didn’t even look for them anymore.
— Even so, if you have any questions, you can ask me. Even though these things seem complicated to talk to stepmom — I tried to make them both feel comfortable, even if it seemed strange.
— We already know these things — said the youngest.
— Yeah, stepmom, you don’t need to worry.
— But I do. If I come home and catch my kids being naughty, what can I think?
And suddenly, I had gotten worked up, and I had to take a deep breath to try to calm down and gain their trust.
— One day, when you have a girlfriend, you’ll see how different it is — I tried to get into the subject. — I mean, doing these things with a girlfriend.
And after a silence between them, the oldest said:
— We’ve already seen some photos and videos, and we already know what to do when we have a girlfriend. — the youngest looked at me with the most innocent face a boy could have.
— Porn? Serious? You have to learn how to treat a woman, so you don’t end up a jerk like your father!
In my somewhat narrow-minded naivety, I imagined that if I explained those things properly, they wouldn’t have that lust anymore. But I knew one thing: that if I took them both to a brothel to teach them the things of life like the old times, I would end up just failing to them.
Unless I resolved it my way and the whole thing stayed between us. But to do that, I had to make them both keep their mouths shut, because you know how these brats are. When you least expect it, they open their mouths and that’s it, who knows what will happen.
— What if I showed you what you’re missing? — I looked them both in the eyes.
— What you mean? — asked the oldest.
— It’s just this once, but we can do that thing you were doing… — I had to stop to clear my throat. — So you can see what it’s like… I mean, doing to a girlfriend — and I couldn’t believe I had said that.
They both looked at me with a mixture of surprise and a certain excitement that suddenly showed itself in the older’s hard-on, while the younger looked at his brother.
— But that’s just between us. No one can know — I emphasized.
And having said this, I got up and, sitting on the edge of the bed, first made the youngest get up. Deep down I thought I knew exactly what I was doing, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. With my stepson in front of me, with the tip of his tongue already sticking out showing all his excitement, I pulled the elastic of his shorts and lowered them to knee height, making that somewhat soft cock jump out, but as soon as I held, he got a hard-on too.
Of course, I had already seen my children naked many times. But I confess that it had been going on for a long time, and now, with it growing in my hand, it was starting to scare me how huge it was. In addition to the hair around it, with those balls that were tightening, with the boy’s excitement, he was pointing straight at my face.
I still had to take a deep breath, holding my stepson’s cock, until I got the courage to start masturbating him, making that little red head appear.
And when I realized, I had already got close and had it in my mouth, sucking my stepson and feeling the soft contact of his skin along my tongue, each time I pressed my face against his groin, sometimes licking his balls and sometimes swallowing his cock, making the boy tremble all over.
I don’t know exactly how long it lasted, but when I got up, still breathing heavily and cleaning my lips with the tip of my tongue, I seemed to be the mother again, like before. Only I wasn’t that anymore, and I didn’t even know it yet. Another thing I had only just noticed was the older’s big cock in his hand, hard as rock. What a naughty boy.
The little rascal was jerking off for stepmommy!
And when it was his turn, there was no need to say anything; the boy immediately got up and, in front of me, pulled down his shorts, with his cock right in front of my face. I held him with one hand, while with the other I caressed his balls, making him sigh. And when I finally got the courage to open my mouth and let him put it in, I didn’t see anything else. I lost myself between one moan and another, with my hand under his shirt, caressing his entire body. Until he got excited and, running his hand through my hair, started to thrust harder and harder, as if he wanted to fuck me.
— Calm down, stepson! — I tried to contain his impetus, catching my breath.
— It’s just that I like it better this way! — he was still holding my head.
— Okay, but leave it to me, ok? — I held him by the waist and tried to direct his thrusts, but his impetus was greater, and he continued to fuck me with lust.
— Wait, stepson, let me catching my breath — and I leaned back against the headboard.
This time he took off his shorts and his t-shirt, and completely naked, he climbed on top of me, and with his dick pointing at my face, he put it in my mouth again, fucking me with all his energy. This time, I let him and just caressed his ass, already a little out of breath, while standing on the bed and leaning against the wall, he kept thrusting one after the other.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had had sex or sucked a dick, but I think the boy was no slouch, not for his age, nor for the size of his dick, nor for his energy. And with each thrust, he reached the back of my throat and I went to heaven.
Once or twice I would grab him by the waist just to keep his whole dick in my mouth for longer, feeling the head of it reach the roof of my mouth, which I tried to caress with the tip of my tongue. Until suddenly I felt that thing run down my tongue. It was a hot and wet sensation and at the time I didn’t know what it was. And it was only when he started moaning that I realized that my stepson had just cum in my mouth!
Then he started getting all soft and I gave the head of his cock one last lick, leaving it clean and hugging him. At that stepmoment, kind of like an unthinking reflex, no more than a caress, I pulled his face towards me and kissed him on the cheek. But I think I was still so horny from the experience that I already had my tongue stuck in his mouth, feeling his tongue sliding against mine. That was our first French kiss.
He had one of his hands on my breast, making me moan as I kissed him, like I had never kissed one of my stepsons before. But all I had to do was open my eyes and see his cock in my hand, my breasts almost out and the youngest looking at us with a hard-on made me pull myself together and adjust my clothes. Then I handed him his clothes, and when he put them back on, the relief on top of the fabric showed that he was still very hard.
— I think it’s getting late, stepson. You two better go to bed — and I couldn’t even look at the two of them. — And remember, this is just between us, okay?
They both came to kiss me and left through the door, apparently very satisfied. Of course, after all that madness, my pussy were still wet. And after tasting my stepson’s cum for the first time, I still could feel the taste in my mouth. I stuck my finger in my pussy, and came a lot, still unable to get the image of my stepson’s hard cock in front of me out of my head. Let’s face it, it’s not every day that your stepson gets a hard-on for you and cums in your mouth.
In the middle of the night, after a really crazy dream, in which I sucked them both nonstop, something ended up waking me up. It was the naughty boys who had sneaked back and climbed into my bed. And, as if two naughty kids, they both said at once:
— Can we sleep with you? — each on one side, the two looked at me with that sparkle in their eyes and once again I was left speechless.
This time not exactly because of the surprise, but because I was completely naked under the sheets. But I’ll tell you how it ended next time.
