A LITTLE TOO QUIET

A LITTLE TOO QUIET

 

 

 

Mom was being a little too quiet…

I got home early, and, thinking I had the house to myself, I’d gone to my room to masturbate and 

clear my head before anyone got home. But as I was walking into the room, and working up a 

huge mess of perverted fantasies that I planned to look up in an image search, I found my Mom 

sitting quietly on my bed.

So… yeah. Not ideal. I was suddenly trying to stand at an angle that hid the raging hard on I’d 

thought I’d be letting free just a second ago; and now I was stuck making conversation with my 

Mother! 

Worse still... 

Okay, I admit, this might have just been the headspace I was in, but, well… to put it frankly, Mom 

was dressed super slutty. She was sitting on the edge of my bed wearing these really low fitting 

pants that gripped her big, perfect ass. And, they were riding so low at that moment that I was 

certain that she wasn’t wearing panties; and concerned that, if she shifted just right, I was going 

to be catching a glimpse of my own Mothers pussy. 

Her top was doing next to nothing to hide her, just, absolutely fucking MASSIVE chest. Mom’s big 

tits were pushed together in a little top that crossed over itself so that it squeezed together a nice 

big cleavage line, while also dipping so low that, AGAIN, it made sure that I knew for a fact that 

she wasn’t wearing a bra either. 

“Hi Mom”, I tried weakly. “Watcha doing here? I mean, not home, here. But like, here, here. In my 

room? Not that you can’t be, whenever you want! Just, you know. Watcha doin’?” But she just 

smiled, and gave a little shrug of her shoulders that, my sex-addled brain noticed made her giant 

tits jiggle in the most gorgeous way. 

It just kept going on like that. I stood awkwardly, and stared at my Mom’s delicious looking body 

as she offered it up on display like she was a sex goddess looking for worship; and I tried to 

make small talk only to be rebuffed with a smile, a shrug, a nod, a shake, or, at best, a hummed 

yes or no. “Mmmm Hmmm” she said in agreement after I remarked that she was being awfully 

quiet. 

Then… the unthinkable happened. And I mean it. Fucking, unthinkable. 

I’ve had a lot of fantasies, and I’ve seen and read a lot of porn, but nothing, NOTHING, came 

close to preparing me for what happened next. 

I, for the 10th time, tried to hint to my Mom that, now that I was home, I should probably do some 

schoolwork on the ol’ computer. Alone, by myself, with no one else in the room… 

Then, out of, just, fucking NOWHERE. Mom frowned.

Then she spat out a full mouthful of hot cum! Like, not even, she spat it into a tissue. No! She 

was just sitting on the end of my bed, posed like a cross between my Mom and a whore off the 

street one second. And the next, she rolls her tongue up and pushes what looks like 3 dudes 

worth of cum, out of her mouth, and out onto her chest!

It just, ran out of her mouth, and splashed down onto her cleavage! And then, like that wasn’t 

even fucking happening, she just shrugs and, like she is confessing that she got caught 

sneaking ice cream before dinner, she says, “Fine, you win. I can’t leave because your Brother is 

still hiding under your bed and we left his pants in the bathroom. Okay!”

Honestly, I was so focused on the sight of a river of cum running down my Mother’s lips and 

chin and pooling on her great big tits, that it took me WAyyyyyyyyyyyy too long to process what 

she’d said. 

When it finally hit me, I was already so flustered, and so flushed with heat, and so deep into 

blushing and being unable to breathe properly, from just the sight of her in that state; that the 

added knowledge that she’d just confessed to blowing my big brother, her oldest Son, just… it 

had nowhere to go. Like, I was already pretty much at my limit.

“Oh don’t look at me like that”, Mom scolded. “Look… it's actually pretty simple, okay? Mommy 

likes… well, feeling like a whore; or a slut, or however you want to put it. And Since your Brother 

was ROTTEN enough…” she said, raising her voice and giving my mattress a little downward 

shove that brought an “oof” sound from under my bed. “... to point out that the sluttiest thing I 

could possibly do would be to give my own Son a blowjob… well… I mean, it's not like he was 

wrong…”. 

Mom was frowning at me as she struggled to explain herself, but, and I can't stress this enough; 

she was dressed like a total slut, and had cum dripping from her full lips and onto her massive 

braless tits! So, however thoughtful an argument she’d come up with, it wouldn’t have been 

enough to win my attention! 

After a few seconds of me staring, my mouth dry, and incapable of forming words, Mom glanced 

down at my pants, smiled, frowned, smiled again, and then stood up. Her smile transformed into 

a wicked grin and, with perfect confidence, she took my hand, walked me to my own computer 

desk, and sat me down in the chair there. Then she turned on the computer, and asked, “and, 

uh, what were you planning on doing in here, at your computer, that you needed alone time for, 

hmmm?”

I started to stammer, suddenly on the defensive, but Mom clarified things quickly by saying, “and 

before you do something stupid like lie, try to remember, that, A: I’m your Mother, and don’t 

bother. B: Your Brother is still hiding under the bed like an idiot and I would like to be proud of at 

least one of my Son’s today, and, C:, I just finished sucking my oldest Son’s cock and I still have 

his cum on me. So, maybe, just maybe, you don’t need to lie to me about something like this.”

Then she just popped her hands on her hips, and waited. 

So, confronted with all of that, I felt like anything other than the truth would sound stupid. So I 

just admitted it. I was there to masturbate. And when I said it, Mom smiled, a wicked little smile. It 

was full of carnal knowledge and lusty certainties. And from that smile she said, “So… you came 

in here to cum then?” And as I was opening my mouth to answer, Mom sank to her knees in front 

of me. Gently spun my chair towards her, and reached for the fly on my pants, asking, “Well?”.

Then, as the heat of the situation started to fill me to bursting, my own Mother’s lovely little hand, 

with fingernails painted a sexy shade of red, reached into my pants and pulled my cock out into 

the open. I gasped from the incredible jolt of pleasure that shot through me at her touch, and 

found myself nodding frantically; suddenly unable to talk again.

Then my Mother’s hand began to gently glide up and down the length of my shaft, her touch like 

pure paradise, as she asked me, “and would you like Mommy to help with that?”

I started to answer, but on her down stroke, I moaned loudly and without control. I was suddenly 

struggling just to stay sitting upright as pleasure overwhelmed my whole body, and I found myself 

living out the ultimate fantasy, and one that I didn’t even know I had until that moment. 

Mom took it very slowly, and she was so gentle with me. Tender, even. I found myself leaning 

back and closing my eyes as she slowly stroked me through the greatest pleasures I’d ever 

experienced. It was odd. I was more turned on than I’d ever been, but instead of this pushing me 

straight over the edge, it was like it was SO HOT, that I couldn’t cum. Like I’d gone so far I’d 

crossed some line and was on a whole different scale now. 

I really felt like that pleasure could just go on forever, and Mom, between moaning, and 

encouraging words, seemed content to take her time with me. At least…

At least until I heard my Brother say something, and realized that he was not only out from under 

the bed, but that he was behind my Mom… er, our Mom. Her pants were down now, her top was 

open, and she was looking at him with a face that perfectly blended shock and temptation. 

She wasn’t answering him, so he continued trying to make his case. “I know. I know you said that 

we couldn’t do that, but that was before. And, Mom, I know, KNOW, that one of your biggest 

fantasies is getting fucked by a pair of brothers. So, imagine just how slutty and hot you would 

feel! Getting tag teamed by two brothers, in your own house, while your husband was at work. 

Not only that, but imagine if you did it in your youngest Son’s room… and imagine if, the two guys 

double teaming you were teenagers. An 18 year old and a 19 year old. And, Mom… imagine if 

they called you Mommy while shoved their cocks into that slutty little,  cock-holster body of yours. 

Now it was Mom’s turn to be so turned on she couldn’t speak. It was her turn to be red, and 

panting, and gasping for enough air to power a brain cell or two. But she never really got her 

composure back. Because one minute she was stroking my dick in what I thought was the 

penultimate fantasy, and the next my brother was testing out tugging her panties to the side, and 

he was getting no protests. 

“Just imagine how good it's going to feel when you show your baby boy what a slut you are, and 

he reaches down and grabs two big handfuls of your tits.” And now she was nodding, and biting 

her lower lip, and he was guiding her up onto her hands and knees. 

“Mom, I want you to wrap your lips around the tip of my little brother’s dick. Then I’m going to 

slide into you, and do my best to fuck you so hard that you are forced to deep throat him. And, 

Mom… if you are still harboring any hesitation, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to think 

about how slutty and depraved you are going to feel at dinner tonight, when you are setting out 

food for the whole family, if you know that earlier that day, your Son’s spit-roasted you, and then 

saw you on your knees, and covered in their cum.”

Now, I swear to god, in spite of all of that, I lasted another 2-3 minutes… but Mom? Mom didn’t 

last 10 seconds. The first time I heard my older brother's balls clap into our Mom as he slammed 

into her, was the first time she started orgasming. And I don’t know if it was just one really long 

one, or if she was cumming again. But 3-ish minutes later, when I told her I couldn’t hold back 

any more, I swear she was cumming again as she pulled me from deep inside her throat, 

pointed my cock at the prettiest face I’d ever seen, and begged me to, “Cum on Mommy’s Face!”

For his part, my Brother had already cum once that day, and I give that all the credit for why he 

was about to go longer than me. Still, I’m glad he did, because as AMAZING as it had felt inside 

Mom’s mouth, once I took a step away from all that pleasure and actual got to watch her in 

action… just, WOW! 

She was on her hands and knees on my bedroom floor, one of her tits had been knocked out of 

her top and the other seemed to stay inside only because sweat and cum had it stuck to her. Her 

massive breasts were swaying in time to the hard fucking she was getting, and cum from both of 

her Son’s was all over her face and her tits. Some of it had run down tits that had sprung free, 

and was hanging from her nipple, and painting the floor in a thin line. Her lovely eyes were full of 

lust and need, and she moaned in a voice that was so familiar it almost made me hard again just 

to hear it being used that way. 

Oh and she used it too. Once she was done busily giving me the greatest fucking blowjob of my 

life, it wasn’t long before she started telling my Brother to give it to her harder. She told him how 

thick and full his cock felt inside of her, and asked him if he could feel himself stretching out his 

own Mother’s tight little cunt. She goaded him for a solid 5 minutes straight, and you could tell 

that with every wicked little word and moan she was bringing him closer and closer to cumming. 

Oddly, it wasn’t her description of how good he was doing, or how much she was enjoying it that 

finally put him over the edge. But rather, it was her pointing out that I was still there, watching; 

and when she asked him what he thought that view must look like, you tell right away that he’d 

been pushed one step too far. And yeah, I totally got that. As he’d been so quick to point out in his 

sales pitch, two teenagers had just spent the last 10 minutes double fucking our Mom while she 

slurped, moaned, whimpered, and begged for more. Now her Son was watching her get 

pounded from behind as two loads of cum dripped off her, and my Brother was coming to this 

realization at the same time as he felt himself pounding into her, his balls audibly clapping 

against her pussy as she encouraged him to “Pound your whore-Mommy and give me that hot 

load, deep inside me!”

He did too… Mom let him cum inside of her!

After he’d finished, I was hard again, but Mom laughed and ruffled my hair as she got back to her 

feet, telling me that she needed to wash up before Dad got home. It was, insane, and surreal. 

We all just kind of separated, and went about our days. I mean, I actually did my fucking 

homework! After all that!!!

But, just when I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be able to tell if what had happened was 

real or a fever dream of some kind, Mom called everyone for dinner and we all sat around the 

table like a normal family. 

Then, out of nowhere, Mom asked, “So, now that it’s the weekend, are you two boys still planning 

to stay up late tonight and play that new game of yours?” Dad rolled his eyes, but I had a 

moment of confusion. We didn’t have a new game… Mom was indicating the living room, so, 

like, a console game I guess… Then her foot traced up my thigh underneath the table, and she 

began to gently touch and stroke my cock through my clothes! My eyes rolled back into my head 

for a second, but I managed to not moan out loud. Then  after another second, I composed 

myself. A quick glance at my Brother told me he was getting the same treatment, and we almost 

answered in unison when we said “Yes, Mom.” 

At that, Mom smiled, and glanced between our unsuspecting Dad and us before adding, “Oh 

good. You know, I’ve been meaning to play that one myself. If you two don’t mind, I think I’ll join 

you tonight, and we can all play as a family.” Mom then gave a wicked smile, just for us before 

taking a sip of her drink. “I’d love for this to become a regular thing.” Was the last thing she had 

to say about it. 

Later that night, as Mom straddle me on the couch and bounced herself passionately up and 

down the length of my cock, my Brother approached her, grabbed a handful of her hair, and she 

greedily gobbled up what he was offering. After that, it was clear. What had happened that 

afternoon may not have been Mom’s intention, but it was definitely what she wanted for our new 

normal!

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