The Privacy Fence (PT1)

 

 

 

 

 

When I first met my Husband, I knew he was perfect for me. On top of being a loving, caring, and all around great guy; he also understood that he was marrying a woman who was pretty close to sexually insatiable. Early in our relationship we started swinging, and swinging led to roleplaying, and then getting into rope play, and eventually a host of other fetishes as well. By the time we were a few years into our marriage, we already had very high reputations among multiple kink communities. 

That didn’t change when I got pregnant and we had our first children. If anything, it just added popularity and kinks to the list. It started with everyone referring to me as Mommy and talking about how I would be a MILF soon, and it escalated when I admitted to my Husband how much I liked being called Mommy by play partners, and he almost came in his pants. 

A few kids and a whole bunch of filthy role plays later, I was pretty much “THE” Mommy, in kink communities all across the state (and a few beyond). Then somebody asked me the most offensive question I’d ever been asked in a community where, “can I poop on you” wasn’t that taboo. They asked me “how much.” Now, in most places, prostitution is illegal, and so it is considered a big ol’ nope in the kink community to even bring it up. But I actually live in a city that famously has two of the best and most famous “Dens of Ill Repute” in the world. The Parlor and The Estate were widely considered the first and second best Brothels. Like, on Earth! 

Now, at first, “Hey, you wouldn’t be a hooker by any chance?”, struck me as deeply offensive. But, after a verbal thrashing, it DID get me thinking. A few weeks later, my Husband and I had some fun role-playing that I was actually WAS a prostitute, and a few weeks after that we extended it to some of our play partners. Nothing OFFICIALLY in any of the communities, since that was still a no-no. But in private, we were enjoying a new angle to approach things from. 

Then, out of the blue, a friend confessed to me that she actually worked at The Parlor, and, not only that, but I had somehow become famous enough in the local kink communities that my name was actually known there! She asked me if I would be interested in actually becoming a Professional!!! It was, surreal. But when I, kidding but not kidding, told my Husband about the interaction, it somehow became a serious discussion!

I was shocked, but I was also kind of intrigued. So, in between volunteering at my kids summer camp and signing up for the Parent Teacher Association, I also started taking courses at The Parlor. Eventually, I was their “Top Mommy” too. 

Fast forward a good, long while, and my oldest kids are 19, while my youngest have just turned 18 and graduated Highschool. Then, something that I will never admit to fantasizing about happened.  My kids' friends, all handsome young men in their own right, ended up finding out what the MILF next door did for a living…

Of course, my Husband and I warned our kids as soon as they turned 18. We sat them down, explained our relationship (not in detail or anything), and got to the part where Mommy changed careers. They knew that I was a substitute teacher at the highschool, and that I had a small course at the nearby University, but the prostitute thing was a bit of a shock to all of them. 

It went over well enough. They all took it disturbingly well and I noticed a large increase in how many tissues we went through a month, but all in all, they were okay so I was okay. 

But…

When my youngest Son, Steven, graduated Highschool, so did all of his handsome young friends. This included the twins from next door, Eddie and Evan. Those two were not only our next door neighbors and close friends of Steven’s, but they were also the boys of Edward and Jennifer Jones. The Jones’s were long time play partners of my Husband and I, and so of course, they were long time friends of ours as well. 

Our kids actually grew up calling them “Uncle” and “Auntie”, and their kids did the same with us… Mostly. I actually found that when they were visiting Steven or otherwise around other Boys their age, I was Missus S., but when it was just us, I was Auntie Mary. 

Well, after they both graduated with outstanding grades, their Dad wanted to treat them to something exceptional and asked me about the rates at The Parlor. Yeah… that was not happening. After I laid out some low level prices, Edward’s face sank, and my heart went out to him. Like I said, he and Jenny had been friends of ours since the kids were actual kids! So, I did something I wasn’t supposed to do. I went off the books. 

Obviously, it is frowned upon for us to take “professional” work outside of the Parlor. But that didn’t mean that we couldn’t have an active sex life or our own play partners, it just wasn’t supposed to be official, or for money. But I figured out a nice little work around for the Jones’s.

I knew that one of the reasons that Edward wanted this was because he felt like his kids thought he was deeply uncool. The gift itself was both a huge reward, and also proof of how cool their Dad could be, or at least, that was the idea. So, I made a deal with him. 

We would meet up, tell the boys the truth about my main profession, and tell the boys that he had hired someone from the Parlor, but that, surprise surprise, it had ended up being me. They boys would think that their Dad came up with a small fortune to buy them the (subjectively) ultimate graduation present, and I wouldn’t actually charge Edward anything, so I wasn’t actually breaking any rules. It was the illusion of everything he wanted, while secretly just being a favor from a good friend. 

So, one day in early summer, shortly after all of our kids had graduated and when their Mom, Jenny, had found an excuse to be out of the house for a few hours, I visited my dear neighbor in “work appropriate” clothes, and he led me to the boy’s room for a talk.

Jenny and Edward did not allow shoes to be worn in their house, so I didn’t bother with heels or a pair of sexy boots. So, on the surface, I was wearing a very ordinary summer dress. It was very Mom appropriate, or in this case, Auntie appropriate. It was a little low-cut, but “a little low-cut” was as proper as clothes from my wardrobe got. Paired with the dress, I had on a very oversized black purse. Under the dress though, was a whole different story.

Thigh high stockings covered my feet and ran up my legs to meet the garters that held them in place. Lacy black panties showed enough skin to tease while covering the actual goods. Then, rather than wear the, admittedly very sexy matching bra, I instead went with a front zip corset. The leather corset’s zipper struggled, and always moved down a half inch on my first deep breath. The corset itself came up high enough to cover my nipples, but not to fully cover my areola, leaving them peaking over the top. It also hugged everything so much that my cleavage line was now ample enough that you could fuck it with your thigh. Of course, with the summer dress over all of it, I simply looked a bit bustier than usual with stocking clad feet; but otherwise harmless. 

Edward knocked on the boys’ door, and their everyday teenaged angst cooled at the sight of me. Their expression went from a quick “What the hell Dad”, to something noticeably more polite as Eddy, who’d answered the door gave a quick “Hi Auntie Mary”, and very poorly tried to hide the fact that he was staring at my tits while he asked his Dad what was up. His Brother, Evan, came to the door a second later, and their Dad convinced them to follow him down the hall a bit while I waited for them both, with permission of course, in their room. 

A few minutes later, both boys came back into their own bedroom wearing blue jeans, t-shirts, and, what I was pretty sure were the deepest blushes that had ever seen on either of them. I was sitting on their bed, legs crossed, with a disarming smile. I used a gentle tone as I assured them that what their Dad had just told them was true. He’d saved up a ton of money, gotten them a world class prostitute from The Parlor, and it had ended up, by total coincidence, being me. 

Each of the boys had a desk that they used for gaming and schoolwork, and so I had them each pull up a chair. Then, very gently, I gave them a quick overview of how the parents of their friend from next door were a lot less normal, and a lot more kinky than they’d ever dared to imagine. I gave them a brief, very abridged run down of how I’d ended up working for the Parlor. 

When they seemed like they’d mentally come to grips with the idea, and could process the situation better, I made them a deal. I told them that I planned to do all manner of filthy things with them before the afternoon was done, but first, I wanted to see them naked. Then, just to sweeten the pot a bit, I offered to take my dress off and show them what I was wearing underneath if they stripped down. 

It took them a moment to agree. I’m sure they were worried about being tricked or otherwise embarrassed, but as I leaned forward and rested my arms on my knees, they apparently decided that it was worth the risk. A minute later, they were both naked and waiting. So I smiled, thanked them for their trust, and then pulled my dress up over my head and set it over in the corner, along with my purse. 

As I returned to my seat on the bed, Eddy and Evan were both practically drooling. They stared, mouths open, as they glued their eyes to the line of leather where my corset ended. I gave a small laugh and, with a touch to their chins from each of my hands, I clacked their jaws shut. They apologized, but I promised them they would be getting to do a lot more than just look at my tits before all was said and done.  

Their memories of me up to that point were telling them that dear Auntie Mary, the teacher, was who I was supposed to be… My outfit very clearly said, Whore. Or at the very least, kinky little slut. Over the next 20 minutes or so, I took the time to reinforce that message. I talked with the boys about the things that I liked, and asked them plenty of questions about what they liked. Of course, they held back, but we still got far enough into describing depraved acts that at the end of the 20 minutes they’d been rock hard for quite awhile, and their dicks were starting to drool a bit of cum out of the tip. 

When I saw this, I grabbed a tissue from one of their desks (both desks had tissue boxes for some reason), and I went and stood before them. “My goodness boys, you’re already so fired up that you’re leaking cum.” I then gently took Eddy’s cock into my hand forcing a gasp and a very loud moan from him. Once he came down off his toes, I gently cleaned up the tip of his cock with the tissue. Then I turned to his Brother, and in a low, playful tone I said, “Your turn sweetie.” He braced, and I repeated the process, giving him eye contact as I did so. 

After that, our talk continued, but this time with relevant examples on my part. Evan revealed he was into anal, so I described one of my favorite encounters that involved me getting some anal. Both boys admitted to a bit of an incest kink, and I gave them a meaningful wink and, after adjusting my big tits a bit in their corset, I said, “Tell your Auntie more.” Eddy confessed that he was into group sex, and once we clarified that he meant all kinds, I told them both about a time that I’d been hired to do a Birthday party and started the show by very publicly scissoring the birthday boy’s wife, and ended it with 10 guys gangbanging me. That story led to Eddy confessing to me that he had a thing for married women. So, naturally, I hit my knees in front of him with another tissue, and made it look like I was going to clean him off again. 

First though, I flashed the wedding band and engagement ring on my left hand. “Married women huh?” I asked. “Well, do you want to know a fun little fact that you and my Husband will both have in common after today?” He nodded, seemingly unable to form words at the moment. As he did, I tilted my head this way and that, looking like I was inspecting his cock for the best way to clean the dab the cum off of it. “Well,” I started, before giving the boys a serious look and clarifying, “and don’t tell him this mind you.” They were both shaking their heads and saying, “Of course not Auntie Mary!”. “Well,” I began again. “After today,” I said, then made a noise like I’d found the best way to clean Eddy off. 

I gripped Eddie’s cock in my left hand, rings shining up at him as I looked up into his eyes from my knees and finished my thought. “... You and my Husband, Mr. Smith, will both know what it feels like to be balls deep in his Wife’s pussy. Won’t you?” Eddie let out a cry of pleasure and his cock bucked so violently in my hand that I almost lost my grip. At the same time, he actually SHOT pre-cum at me, and a splatter of it landed on my cheek! The splash of hot cum on my skin got a surprised little yelp out of me, followed by a very sincere moan. There is just something about hot cum that does it for me on a very instinctual level. 

When Eddie’s eyes had finished coming out of the back of his head, and his Brother had started dribbling cum onto the floor. As he swore quietly under his breath, he noticed his handy work. He tried apologizing, but I laughed it off, cleaned off the tip of his dick with the tissue, and told him not to worry about it.  As I moved to his Brother, I cleaned up the wet spot on the carpet first. 

Then I went to wipe off the tip of Evan’s dick before pausing. After I moment, I frowned at them and remarked, “Well… fair is fair I guess.” Then I told Evan, “Brace yourself kiddo.” In reply, he, almost comically, held his breath. But once he looked good and braced, I tapped his dick against my other cheek a few times. 

He moaned, and cried out, and squirmed. But when he was done I told them, “There. Now you’ve both cum on your Auntie Mary’s face. Haven’t you?” They both gulped, and got the biggest grins. I gave them a moment to enjoy their little victory, but then I spelled out one of the rules of what I do. “Now boys,” I said, whipping out the “Mom voice”, so they knew I was serious. “While I am here today, and we are playing sexy, naughty games; you get to be as dirty and as rough with me as your little heart's desire. But once the afternoon is over, I will still be your Aunt, your neighbor, your Parent’s friend, and the Mom of a close friend of yours. So, while a phrase like suck my cock Auntie, is going to be perfectly fine in just a minute here… The expectation is that the respect that I have earned outside of this bedroom will be afforded to me once we are finished in the bedroom. Understood?”

Both boys nodded emphatically and assured me that they would never disrespect me. They said this a dozen different ways, laying assurances at my feet in a way that was honestly very sweet. So when they were done, I rewarded them a bit by saying, “Good. So, next time you are playing video games with my Son online, you can THINK, oh yeah, well I’ve LITERALLY cum on your Mom’s face!, you just can’t actually say it to him. Okay?” 

Both of them blushed a little deeper, but after a minute, they nodded. I smiled up at them and made a show of wiping their splatters of cum off of my face with a finger from each hand. Then I licked my fingers clean, maintaining eye contact as I did. 

After that, I stood up, looked back and forth between the two of them, and asked if anyone could please help me out of my panties. Eddy froze, and Evan rushed in and had them down around my ankles so fast that I actually laughed. He tried to pull them off me with my feet still flat on the carpet. I stopped him by running my fingers through his hair. Then I seized his head, and tilted it up towards me. I licked my lips down at him and in a low, sexual tone I asked, “Don’t you want to give me a kiss?” 

Before he could reply, I used my hands in his hair to tip his face back downward so that he was staring at his Aunt's pussy. He nodded wordlessly, so I stepped out of my panties, spread my legs a bit, and guided his face up into my pussy. At first he made a small surprised noise. Then he gave a testing lick, and when I rewarded him with a moan, and my hands winding a little tighter in his hair, he started to genuinely lick, kiss, and suck on any little bit of me that he could get his lips on. 

He was clumsy, but eager. And his aggressive desire to gobble me up was an aphrodisiac all on its own. I looked up at his Brother’s face as Evan licked and slurped away. I gave a few honest moans that only Eddy could see, and then I placed my fingers over the zipper of my top, and raised my eyebrow in question. Eddy was quick with a rapid nod and a “yes please.” So while his Brother was eating my pussy, I made a show of finding out exactly how slowly my corset could possibly be unzipped. 

It was the nature of the top that he wouldn’t get to see everything until the zipper finally popped free. But of course, as the teeth of the zipper parted he went from only being able to see the sides, to be able to glimpse my whole cleavage valley, to seeing most of my tits and my torso. Then, at last, there was that little POP of give. As the final bit of zipper gave up and suddenly my corset, which had moments before been covering almost everything, looked more like a tiny leather vest that never could have hoped to cover my tits. 

After a few more good moans, I pulled Evan away from his prize and made him stand up. He started to protest, but the moment after he was standing, he saw that I was both topless, and making my way to my knees. Believe it or not, his protests stopped at that point. 

Once we’d changed positions, I took his cock in my hand and gave a few testing strokes before looking over at my other Nephew and asking, “Hey Eddy… want to see your Auntie Mary deepthroat your Brother’s cock?” 

I let the tip of Evan’s dick slip past my lips, and then proceeded to give him a solid 10 minutes of the greatest fucking oral sex of his life. But while I was sucking Evan off, I only had eyes for his Brother. When poor Evan was 100% certain that he was about to shoot his load down my throat, I stopped, backed off, and wordlessly educated him on the difference between the point of no return, and where he’d actually been. 

When he was calm again, I asked Eddy if he’d like to see his Auntie get fucked. He told me that he definitely did. So I changed gears, and took his Brother to a different kind of heaven. Evan had me bent over his Brother’s bed and was hammering me from behind while Eddy watched and tried not to touch himself for fear of cumming before he got to experience any of the good stuff himself. 

It may not sound like it, but it was actually a very fair balance. I’d learned from the way the boys had described things during our almost one hour of talking, that Eddy was definitely a voyeur. And so I made sure that, while Evan got the first taste and try of just about everything, it was Eddy who was getting both my attention and the best view. Neither of the two Brother’s were complaining. 

Doggystyle was a position of power for Evan, and so it was harder for me to control and to judge where he was. Thankfully though, I still managed to cut him off and calm him down before he went over the edge. Evan collapsed back into his chair and informed us both that he needed a minute as his cock bucked and throbbed and warned him that one more touch and he’d be done! 

It was then that I finally took Eddy by the hand and had him lay out on the bed for me. I made sure that he got the chance to experience my lips, as I lowered my mouth onto him and gave him a soft, sweet, almost loving blowjob. We were at it for a good 10-15 minutes, but I was careful never to get him too worked up. It was all pleasure, no release. 

When I was pretty sure that his Brother had calmed down enough to join us again, I drew my lips up off of Eddy, and asked him if he’d like me to climb on. Like I had with his Brother before him, I rolled the condom onto him with my mouth, but this time, with me on top, I would be able to control the pace of and power of what happened next. 

I sank his cock into me and gave him the moan that he 100% deserved as I did so. It was Evan who was watching now, though he was much less into it than his Brother had been. His face clearly told me that he wanted nothing more than to join us, even as he kept those thoughts to himself. I rode Eddy for a few more minutes though, giving him some time with just the two of us before I told his Brother to grab the clear bottle of flavored lube from my purse. 

A minute later, all three of us were grunting and moaning while Evan tried to force a nice big teenaged cock into my ass, even while I already had his Brother’s dick balls deep inside my pussy. When both boys were finally all the way in, we spent a good several minutes just holding still, as we moaned at the sensations of having them both buried inside of me. It was Evan who started moving first, and since I was his first anal, and his top fantasies were incest and anal, it was hardly suprising. 

The problem was, I could tell after less than two minutes of them trying to find a rhythm to fuck me to, that the boys were on very different time-tables. Despite Eddy having had all of the most recent action, the fulfillment of his fantasies was simply too much for Evan. He was going to cum first, and it wasn’t even going to be close. I tried once or twice to get him to slow down, and, he really tried to comply; but he was just too into what was happening. 

I couldn’t slow Evan down, so I needed to bring Eddy up to speed. I had a few ways to pull that off, and it helped that, aside from saying the word “cum” out loud, my language had been extremely tame up to this point. After all, I’d take great care to preserve the image of their sweet little Auntie Mary after they’d both confessed that both incest, and me specifically, were among their top fantasies. But now… now I wanted Eddy to cum. And to get there quickly too. 

As the two boys pumped my holes in unison, I leaned forward a bit, ran my fingers through Eddy’s hair, and moved my lips to his ear so that he could better hear all the little whimpers and moans that he and his Brother were getting out of me. Then, for the set up I wanted, I said some things that actually moved him away from his orgasm, but put him into position for what I was going to say next. 

“So,” I said, trying for casual but still saying it in between little whimpers of pleasure and moans that the two of them were forcing out of me. “Are you two still coming over this weekend for game day?” Eddy’s confusion was clear as he was taken out of the moment, but after a few awkward seconds, he confirmed that they were. The boys came over every weekend and played tabletop RPGs with my Son and a few of his other friends. 

“Good”, I said, like I was making casual conversation. “Just remember that today is our little secret when you do, okay? I know how you boys get with your locker room talk.” At first, He tried to assure me that he would never, but I was quick to interrupt him with my actual point. 

“I’m serious Eddy… When little Will starts bragging that he got to first base with his girlfriend from Canada, you can’t counter with, Oh yeah. Well you’ll never guess what my Brother and I did to Steven’s Mom.”

He somehow got even harder, and he grunted with pleasure as his rhythm was knocked off cadence for a second. Once again, he started to tell me that he wouldn’t do that, and once again, I was quick to interrupt him with more goading. He wasn’t three words into his protesting his future innocence when I cut him off with, “My Dad hired her for us for getting such good grades. So we took her up to our room. Then we stripped her down to her stockings, and double fucked her right there on my bed, isn’t something you should say… Even though it will be true.” 

He was moaning, and thrusting at an ever increasing pace. Through gritted teeth he said, “Oh shit. Oh god Mrs. S.” Which I quickly countered with, “You’re damn right it’s MRS. S. Tell me Eddy… How does your first married pussy feel?” He bucked his hips up into me harder than I expected, and I screamed out in pleasure.

“Fuck!” I cried out, turning my head from his ear so as not to hurt him. Then I looked down into his eyes from inches above his face and asked him, “What are you doing to your poor Auntie Mary’s tight little cunt? Huh?” His eyes were squeezed shut, and his jaw was clamped down tight even before I added, “You boys are fucking me so good… what I am going to tell my Husband or my Son when they catch me walking funny? Sorry sweetie, but the boys next door both just got done fucking your Mom SO good?”

Another hard upward thrust, and then another, and then another. I was grunting and moaning, and about to have my orgasm, but I was pretty sure that the boys were almost perfectly back in sync. So as I felt my own orgasm building, I sat up enough that I could grab Eddy’s hands, and place them on my giant tits. His face told me that set him off, and his Brother joined him a second later when I turned, looked him dead in his eyes, and straight up ordered him to cum inside his Aunt Mary’s tight little asshole. 

Both boys came to glorious climax right along with me, and the three of us screamed and fucked, and came, and screamed some more. We were a loud, orgasmic, sweaty mess of swearing and moaning for several minutes before both boys had finally worked the last of their orgasms out. 

When the three of us were done being a happy, sweaty, naked pile of lovers on Eddy’s bed, I took the time to tell them both how great they’d done, and to congratulate them again on their great grades and on graduating high school. As we got cleaned up and started hunting for clothes to get dressed again, I reminded them both this whole thing was a present from their super-cool Dad. 

However…

As we were enjoying our post-orgasm fun, making jokes, and sharing compliments, I got a very unexpected shock. The door was open a crack. I hadn’t noticed when it happened, but I suspected that it had been Edward, their Father, listening to his boys double-team the hot neighbor lady. I’d known Edward as a friend and lover for years, and he knew me well enough to know that I wouldn’t mind, so, no problem there. 

The issue was that, at some point, Edward’s asshole Brother, Bruce, had come by unexpectedly. Then he’d made his way upstairs, though I didn’t know when that happened exactly. But I do know that as I was talking with the boys and generally wrapping up, he heard me say to Eddy, “Sweetie, could you be a dear and grab my panties while you’re over there? I think your Brother threw them over by the backpack before you two boys got started on me.” Which, of course, provoked his interest. A second later I turned around and let out a surprised scream as a creepy, not very familiar man was suddenly standing in the doorway staring at me. 

Once my jump-scare was over, I stepped forward, took a second to recall said asshat’s name, and told him, “Out. Now Bruce!” I pointed, and when he didn’t move I stepped forward and physically shoved him far back enough to be able to slam the door. 

Damnit!

It was such a nice wrap-up to my session with the boys before that moment too! 

It didn’t help that as we cleaned up, got dressed, and I had the boys re-make their beds, that we could hear their Uncle being a creepy lech in the hallway. We heard their Dad, Edward, politely try to get Bruce to take the conversation to anywhere else in the house, and fail. Bruce kept going on and on about how I was definitely that hot married chick from next door, and how he’d been lusting after me for years, and how it was bullshit that Eddy and Evan ended up with me when he was so much better and more important than them, etc… 

He was having a full blown hissy fit in the hall outside their door, and eventually Edward caved and admitted that I was their graduation gift. He gave him the cover story that he’d spent a fortune on me, and that it was a one-time only thing. But of course, Bruce wasn’t having it. Bruce was one of those people who loved money and his own image; end of list. And I say that knowing that he has a Wife and kid. 

Bruce had a lot of money that he got in ways that… well, that’s not important. The point was, the moment he heard that money was involved, he insisted that he was going to come into the room with the boys and I and show me what real money was. Thankfully, Edward made all of us very proud of him when he put his foot down, and said abso-fucking-lutely-not! He then made up a crazy story about how I was worth more than a years pay, even for Bruce, and that it was only because his company had done some contract work for the Parlor getting each employee a one-time discount, and that I’d then done him a solid and gotten him an even steeper discount because of my friendship with Jenny; and even then… he’d had to save up for two years.

I mean, he was REALLY selling it. But it finally shut up Bruce, and eventually we heard them walk away. I apologized to the boys for the interruption, but they just laughed it off and apologized right back saying that everyone knew that Uncle Bruce was a dick. Which got a laugh out of me. A week prior, I’d have scolded them for their language, but with two condoms full of cum sitting in a nearby wastebasket, I was pretty sure the boys' swearing privileges had kicked in sometime during the last few hours. As a rule, you can’t tell someone to “fuck your fucking cunt harder”, and then chastise them for saying the word “shit” in the same afternoon. You needed to wait at least a day before you could hope for any return to normalcy. 

I told the boys that, and they both laughed, and blushed. It was the last I thought of Bruce for a couple of months, until towards the end of summer, when the incident with the privacy fence came up. 

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