Is our body just what’s on the outside? I’m not talking about height, weight, age, or color, but about knowing what we feel. Much of our history is just a repetition of what has already happened, of what came before us. In my case, I ended up repeating my mother’s story exactly: a loveless marriage that one day ended, a life without a man that I eventually got used to, and two stepsons to raise. Until one day, by accident, they showed me that life doesn’t have to be a repetition.
Already in my thirties, I had stopped taking care of myself, and felt like older than my age. But suddenly, everything changed. I felt different, and not only did the mirror tell me so, but also the looks, from men and women. I felt seen, desired, and excited by it. Not that I wanted to venture between a man’s legs—or a woman’s. I think for now, having my boys in my bed was enough for me. And only now did I remember that I’d planned to stay with my nephews that weekend. The excuse, of course, was to spend time with their cousins, play video games, that sort of thing. But I knew they wanted something else. And what had started as a quick blowjob to teach them a lesstepson now seemed to be getting too serious.
Saturday arrived, the sun streaming warmly through the crack in the curtain, while I still had that hand resting on my breast. On his fingers, there was still a slime of my juices, the smell of sex, of saliva in his mouth, from so much kissing and licking. Still pressed against my body, the soft flesh, where the skin is whiter, untouched by the sun. And I can’t resist tasting it again.
And it doesn’t take much to make him hard, that little member, filling my mouth, sliding against my tongue, while I swallow and suck.
— Go on, hon, give stepmommy some milk! — he’s just woken up and already wants to fuck.
After another step or two, into the enchanted world of waking dreams, and with my finger in his ass to guide him, he lets out that little moan, and his cum shoots out in my tongue, still warm, from the little red head, which pulses in my mouth, leaving him all soft and lazy again, until I go back to sleep and dream of Mommy. Okay, now I’m ready to get up for another day.
As the hours stretch, after coffee and the kitchen routine, first one, then the other, his dragging steps reach me and his hands wrap around my waist, busy with the chores. His body pressed against mine and the soft touch of his nakedness remind me of last night, feeling that intimacy invade me.
— Good morning, stepson — I turn to kiss him. — Remember you have to put on clothes today.
— The cousins are coming today, right? — he still had that sleepy face, his soft cock swinging between his legs.
By then, after everything else, nudity was no longer a big deal and had become just a minor detail. Seeing their mother come out of the bathroom and walk around the house completely naked was as normal for them as watching TV naked on the couch.
Despite the names, I think in our intimacy, the sense of mother and stepson seemed to have settled into something like lovers or accomplices in a crime. And, after spending the whole night all over each other, it seemed unnecessary to cover our bodies throughout the house.
In fact, every room seemed to hold a small memory of us. There wasn’t a corner where there wasn’t evidence of our crime, and there was no time to indulge in lust.
For the most puritanical mothers, there’s nothing like sucking off your stepson while he’s studying at the table, as a little incentive to work harder and improve his grades. Likewise, there’s nothing like being distracted in the kitchen and suddenly feeling invaded from behind, penetrated without any warning. Over the table, I felt myself being fucked, sighing, with that tongue on my neck and a mouth sucking me.
Besides the surprise, these little furtive stepmoments in my day only filled me with excitement to later spend the whole night awake, sucking and riding my boys. But now, I had to prepare myself, since at any stepmoment my brother-in-law would arrive, bringing my nephews for the weekend.
But as soon as they arrived, after greeting them and saying goodbye to their father, they both suddenly became a little awkward and, along with the boys, went to their room, I imagine to play video games — or maybe get up to something, like last time.
Late in the afternoon, I called them for a snack. And after they ate their sandwiches, in that same atmosphere of silence and a certain anticipation, I sent them to the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe that would cool them down. I know, sometimes I seem to see my boys as if they really still are. And, without thinking, I send them to the bathroom to take a shower — and even tell them to wash behind their ears.
But I know they’re neither big nor old enough to be boys. But deep down, I felt an almost unconscious arousal, as if this spiced up our relationship with crime and incest a little more.
In the kitchen, as I’m finishing cleaning up, I suddenly hear that racket. And, to tell the truth, I’m a little surprised that the four of them had actually gone to take a shower together, like they used to when they were little.
At the bathroom door, I paused for a stepmoment, already out of patience and ready to give them a good lesstepson, if they wanted to be brats.
— What’s all this racket? — I caught the four of them in a frenzy, splashing each other with water.
After a brief silence, with everyone holding back laughter and looking like a child, all that could be heard was the water falling. Until my oldest slid the shower door aside, reached under the showerhead, and splashed me, wetting my shirt. And before I could get there, the youngest did the same, and so did his cousins.
Suddenly, I was soaked from head to toe. Inside the shower, the four of them were laughing heartily, resuming their fun. And, to get even, I grabbed the shampoo bottle, went over, and poured it over each of their heads, and they began fighting over the water to clean their eyes. Until, for a stepmoment, the four of them stopped pushing and shoving inside, and everyone stared at me, especially the nephews, with those wide eyes.
Only now did I notice that little detail: a beautiful little penis that suddenly began to protrude, hardening, in that little upward curve of its own. My oldest nephew couldn’t even hide his erection, staring at me. And then I looked down and saw the relief of my breasts, with their “headlights on,” clearly visible. And after everyone had wiped their eyes, the youngest also had a hard-on, just like mine.
From that stepmoment on, my tough-girl facade seemed to have literally gone down the drain, and I was now more like an old lady. And, for legal purposes, from that point on, I could no longer answer for myself. So, quite naturally, I raised my arms and pulled up my blouse, revealing to all four of them the object of their boyish desire.
With my breasts wet and my nipples firm, showing how excited that game had made me, I stared at them blankly, still a little open-mouthed and hard. And just to tease them, I reached for the zipper on the skirt, in the back, and pulled it slowly, letting it slide down and fall to my feet, to the astonishment of my nephews, who stared even more wide-eyed.
“Yeah, boys, I don’t know about your stepmom, but Auntie doesn’t wear panties.” And, to cut short all the excuses and silence any remaining common sense, I passed the towels to the others and led my oldest nephew by the hand to dry him off.
As I slid the towel across his chest, down under his erect sex, the boy didn’t take his eyes off me, like any boy seeing a naked woman for the first time. Then, holding his hand, I led him to the bedroom, with the others following behind.
I sat on the bed, and before me was the body, fresh, the sweet scent of shampoo mixed with that boyish smell. And, like my own stepson, I kissed his entire contour, sliding my tongue along it as if to discover his flavor. In turn, touched for the first time, as only a mother can, he allowed himself to be guided, half-soft, while I licked his hard nipple. Between my fingers, his sex seemed to nestle, no longer so frightened.
And I couldn’t resist the urge to taste him again, this time unhurriedly. As I sucked the boy, the others gathered around to watch, excitedly on the bed. And, like my oldest, he had that same urge to penetrate me, wanting to fuck my mouth while simultaneously touching my breast. Apparently, he was more than ready — and I had something for him to do.
The others watched, no less excited, as I lay down on the bed, and between them, I guided the oldest on top of me, with his hard cock, to the place where boys stop being boys. And, with all the energy of his young age, he began to thrust into me, grinding his ass while relentlessly devouring my breast.
Beside me, my oldest stepson offered me his cock, not wanting to be left out of the fun. But of course, not unlike his cousin, what he really wanted was to fuck me. And while one thrust between my legs, the other thrust into my mouth, half-bent over me. On the other side, my youngest stepson came to suckle on my other breast, and I felt like a queen bee, surrounded by little drones, all wanting my honey.
— Wait, stepson! Come back here! — and, kneeling on the bed, I let the boy thrust into my ass, pulling his cousin back from the front.
Now, with both of them on their knees, one in front and one behind, they clung to me, in a delicious double penetration. And, like a boy returning to his mother’s breast, my nephew satisfied all his lust by suckling on my breast, in a greedy desire for the stuff of every boy’s wet dream.
But I had something else to teach him, and, with my hand on his face, I brought his little mouth to me and showed him how to do it.
— Give me your tongue! — and he pulled it out, curious and eager to learn everything.
As I sucked on his tongue, sliding my hand down to his ass, I could feel that shiver run across his pale skin, which tightened at the first touch of my finger in his asshole. And, half-breathing in a sudden sigh, he seemed surprised to realize how good it could be to be penetrated, simultaneously with his entire cock in a woman.
From behind, my stepson was giving my ass no rest, trying to grab my breast as he thrust again and again. With his body pressed against mine, I could feel his tongue on me, perhaps a little jealous of his cousin. But it was delicious to be there, between the two of them, being fought over as they thrust into me.
In the midst of all that fucking, I suddenly started to cum, with the boy still pressed against my breast. He sucked on me with his eyes closed, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing, imagining that perhaps he was dreaming about his mother. I wonder if, at that stepmoment, while he was fucking and sucking me, he wasn’t dreaming of doing that with his mother.
And my stepsister, what were her dreams? Had she ever caught her stepson in the bathroom taking a shower, to see that the little boy I’d watched growing up already had a nice big cock? And maybe it occurred to her, even if only for a split second, to go down on him and suck him hard. I don’t know why, but that only made me even more horny, squeezing his ass even tighter and making him ram it all in.
After fucking them both for a long time, and getting all wet between them, I only realized now that I’d forgotten about the youngest, and I decided to give him some attention. And, on all fours on the bed, I went over to him and gave him a little handjob, making my mouth water with desire to suck it as it grew even harder and pointed at me. But, all I had to do was give him a little lick and start sucking when I felt that hand on my waist, and from behind, the older one now wanted to taste my ass too. It’s like every mother says: Once these boys start protruding, they don’t want to stop. And hadn’t the kid already gotten the hang of it and was fucking good? Apparently, this one was going to be a handful.
I don’t know where these kids today get so much energy, but for a first time, they seemed tireless, with the older one going from behind and the younger one going in my mouth. Then, laying him down, it was my turn to retaliate, climbing on top of his cock, pointing to the ceiling. It felt like a dream, fucking a virgin boy, making the poor guy sigh breathlessly, his hands on my breast, all happy.
Then, suddenly, I had a crazy craving for some milk.
— Come here, stepson! — and, beside me, the older one got on his knees on the bed.
It didn’t take long, and with his hands in my hair, the boy came with a hard-on, pointing at me. He thrust into my mouth, this time as if to show the others how it’s done, holding my head as he fucked me. And, as excited as he was, he sighed even more deeply, and as he pulled out his cock, suddenly that jet of his cum hit me square in the face. I didn’t even know a boy that age could have so much milk, coming with such intensity.
I licked his cum around my mouth with the tip of my tongue and wondered where all that excitement came from. Maybe it was seeing his cousin fucking behind me. I don’t know if it was a hint of jealousy or if it starts early in their lives, the secret pleasure of seeing their wife with someone else in bed — or, in this case, their mother.
Of course, for the rest of the night, neither of them gave my pussy a break, taking turns between my legs and fucking me in every way possible. At one point, I was trying to split myself and suck three at the same time, getting fucked on all fours. And I confess, I was surprised at how imaginative today’s boys can be in bed. Don’t underestimate the excitement of such a young age, nor their size. I was already on my last legs, and after sucking them all for a long time, it was time for them to taste what a woman’s insides felt like, this time on the tip of their tongues.
While, on either side, the two youngest sucked on my breast, the two oldest took turns sucking and licking me between my legs. Then they switched, and it was beautiful to see their little faces playing with my clit and curiously sticking out their tongues. It was delightful to see my nephews tasting me for the first time, experiencing what a woman’s orgasm feels like.
Afterward, I pulled them all in and kissed them deeply, recognizing the honey taste still oozing from their mouths. When we went to sleep, hugging each other, I started to wonder what it would be like from then on, with that bed full of boys. I think now my nephews would find any excuse to spend the weekend with their cousins, just to get into my bed. And that kept me awake at night.
But nothing compares to the next day, not only what happened in that room, but later, when their mother unexpectedly showed up to pick them up. I’ll tell you all about it next time. Kisses
