The Privacy Fence (PT2)

 

To understand this next bit, you have to understand my relationship with my youngest Son, Steven. Now, just like with his two older siblings, his Father and I sat him down for a talk when he turned 18. I explained how I worked as a high-end Escort at The Parlor, as my real, main source of income, and had for years. I still worked as a part-time teacher at the High School and the local University, but mainly because I loved to do it and it got me excellent access to resources that every Mom should have. We confessed to him his Father’s love of exhibitionism, and we also told him about our very, VERY open relationship. 

However, during the conversation, I noticed, more than once, that my Son apparently thought this was all terribly hot and that he definitely had a bit of a Mommy kink! Now, it’s not like I got  into Mommy play for no reason. So as hot it was for him, it may have even been hotter for me. 

Because of this, a few days later, I decided to push those limits just a bit, and see if we could have some harmless, flirty fun together. Without crossing any lines of course! I would never do anything that would risk my relationship with my Son after all. But, if he was into it, and I was into it, then maybe we could both be a little into it together. 

That night, I dressed even more provocatively than I normally did. I gave excuses for it, but at the end of the day I was still showing way too much, and that was before I bent over, or reached for something. Which I definitely did. Often. 

The whole night I dropped words and phrases with double meanings, ate my food in very suggestive ways, and when he inevitably brought up sex, I very casually dropped some seriously naughty stories about his Mom on him. He blushed, gasped, struggled for air, and tried 101 different, very unsuccessful ways to hide his erection. 

At the end of the night, I took him by the hand, led him into my bedroom, and sat him on the bed. There, I confessed that I’d been teasing him on purpose. That, Mommy play was a thing I was into, and I thought it was really cool that just regular flirting counted as Mommy play with him. I told him that, naturally, it could never go farther than flirting, but… if he was into it, then I could definitely be more flirty and teasing around him. Based on his comfort level of course!

To my delight, he was into it. He said that he wanted more, and while he’d let me know if it needed to change, he wanted it all of the time! So from that point forward I made a point of teasing him regularly, especially when his Dad wasn’t looking. It wasn’t full on, I want you to cum. teasing. Of course. But more in the vein of, accidental slips of the tongue where I admitted to something wicked that his Mommy had done. That, plus low cut tops, skirts that went too high, forgetting to wear a bra around the house, and even the occasional press of bodies as I brushed past, or tried to reach something by sticking my butt out behind me when he happened to be there. 

It was all terrible, wicked, delightful fun. And as long as he wanted it to continue, I was 100% going to keep it up!

Well, it all kind of changed towards the end of Summer. It was in that time where the weather can’t make up its mind, and some days it’s burning hot only to have the next be so breezy that you need a coat. And while I LOVE jacket weather, I was also going to take advantage of one of the last, truly Summer days. So, as my Husband and Son were both out in the backyard hanging out by the pool, I decided to join them. I put on a very pretty two piece bikini, oiled myself up until I could have turned any tarp, plastic, or man into a slip’n’slide, and walked out into the yard to join them. 

It put a smile on my face when both men stopped what they were doing, dropped their jaws, and gave a quiet swear in surprise as they stared at me. I chastised my Son just a touch, raising a finger in his direction and reminding him, “Language”; but I did not chastise him for running his eyes all the way up and down my body. 

I stood there for a minute, but when it seemed like neither my Husband or Son were going to stop ogling me anytime soon, I gave a laugh and stopped posing for them. Instead, I opted to go find a lawn chair that I could stretch out in for a bit and enjoy the summer sun. 

We all enjoyed the afternoon for a good hour like that. I was just enjoying the warmth, the occasional breeze, and the feeling of sunlight on my skin. My Husband read a book for a bit, knowing that he had to leave for work soon, and our Son fiddled with some game on his phone. Though I got the impression that wasn’t the thing that he most wanted to be, fiddling with. On one occasion when I caught him staring, I lifted my sunglasses and shot him a flirty wink, just to let him know he’d been caught stealing looks. 

It was all just a perfect, lovely afternoon, and then Bruce, our neighbor’s asshole Brother, reentered our lives. 

As much as we love our neighbors (and sometimes make love to our neighbors), my Husband and I have always been the type to get naughty in our yard at any random opportunity. So, we have a nice tall privacy fence that keeps everyone’s eyes out of our yard. It runs the whole length of the backyard, goes down the side of the house, and ends with gates that lead to the front yard. Well, that, and 1 more gate that leads to our neighbors yard. As I said, the Jones family were dear to us, and also favored play partners. So a few years back we’d come to the mutual agreement that a quiet, out of sight way to pass between the two properties at all hours of the night was a great idea. 

That said, as Bruce Jones burst in through that gate wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt, matching shorts, and carrying a leather travel bag of all things, I felt a twinge of regret for allowing the gate to be constructed. Bruce was followed a moment later by his Brother, Edward. Edward was apologizing profusely for his Brother’s interruption, even as said Brother ignored him and started to call out to me while waving his hand frantically for me to go over and join them. 

I peered at my Husband over my sunglasses, but he just shrugged and gestured to his watch. He was minutes away from leaving for work, and seconds away from having to get ready for it. So, Bruce's timing sucked. But, it also didn’t need explaining. For someone who almost never visited our neighborhood, somehow, everyone in the neighborhood knew him and thought he was a prick. 

But, I put on my best, good little hostess smile, got up from my chair, and walked over to greet our friend, and also his asshole Brother. The conversation that followed was the most manic, deranged, rollercoaster of proposals, counter proposals, and general insanity, that I had ever experienced. It was over in less than three minutes, and I found myself walking back to my Husband both very confused, and yet knowing exactly what had just happened. 

My husband saw my face and came over to me, and I quickly, and quietly explained that Bruce had just offered me an obscene amount of money to go next door with him, his kid, his Brother, and our 2 Nephews, and be their prostitute for an hour. At first, my Husband’s reaction matched my own initial reaction perfectly. Then, I better explained what I meant by “an obscene amount of money”, and we both landed in that confused place. 

I mean, I’m not going to give away any numbers here, but it was ABSURD. It was SO much money! Now, I’m not actually supposed to take jobs outside of The Parlor, but this was… it was SO much. What followed was almost a non-conversation. Both my Husband and I agreed that it was not a great idea. We both agreed that it was not the right client, even if it had been a good idea. We also both agreed that, with Steven home for the afternoon, it was the wrong time for it, even if it HAD been the right client. But lastly, we both agreed that the amount of money being offered kind of rendered all of those points useless! 

Did I mention it was cash! Like, he wasn’t asking me to trust that his really big check would clear, he was just giving me a giant bag of literal cash! 

Well, in the end the Hubby and I agreed that nothing bad was going to happen at Edward and Jenny’s house, so I was safe. We could always send Steven over to hang out at a friend’s house, and if anything, my Husband wished he could stick around to see, or at least hear, how the whole thing played out. I gave him a playful slap and pretended to be mortified that he would want to be witness to such a thing. Then, of course, I promised to tell him all the lurid details later. But first, I told him to stick around and look upset. He hesitated for a moment, confused. But he got it after a second, and after a quick kiss, he agreed. 

 

I shot my Son a reassuring look since he was being left out of all of the explanations, and walked back over to Bruce and Edward. I was going to accept, but I needed to lay some ground rules. I started to explain that I was forbidden from taking work outside of The Parlor, but before I could finish my thought and let them know that I was still going to agree after setting some basic boundaries, Bruce panicked and assured me that he had more money in his car and he could go and get it right then. 

So, I rolled with it, and let him know that he could. Once he was out of earshot I had the briefest of exchanges with Edward. We both quickly gave mutual, what the fucks. Then Edward explained that his Brother had taken all of his exaggerations as to why he could never afford me to heart a few months back, and had been working tirelessly to raise the money that he thought he needed to have a chance with me. I had just enough time to ask if Edward was okay with all of this before his Brother came back with another bag, and the short answer was, yeah. No one cared about Bruce’s money except for Bruce. And if I was what he wanted to spend it on, then as long as I was cool with it, Edward didn’t really care how much it ended up costing Bruce. 

When he finally got back with another giant bag of cash, I looked through it carefully, and let him know that I was satisfied with the amount, but needed to set some ground rules. We had a quick conversation about safety, condoms, rules, and other things of that nature. Then I told them I would be over in a minute. At first Bruce protested, but when I told him that I needed to tell my Husband and my Son that Mommy was going to go next door for a bit, and they might hear some moaning, but not to worry about it; his face very clearly lit up with excitement. He cast a glance back at my Husband, who was looking very upset with the arrangement, and nodded with a little too much giddiness before he and his Brother went back to the Jones’ yard to wait for me. 

I had time to give my Husband a quick kiss goodbye. He’d been called into the office for some weekend work that morning, and though he wasn’t thrilled about it, he had to go. He slipped out through the house, and that left me with just my Son. 

He needed to know what was happening. If I didn't tell him, and just told him to go see a movie or something, he might come back to the surprise of his life! No, he needed to know WHY he should get going. That said, it was definitely another opportunity to tease him. I mean, we had never taken the teasing quite that far before but; there would hardly ever be a better opportunity! 

I went over to him, opened with “Hey Kiddo”, and proceeded to tell him in very simple terms what had just happened. 

His face grew more and more red as I talked, and the tent in his boxers grew distractingly, mouth wateringly, large. But eventually I’d told him the gist of what was about to happen. His first question was, “So you’re just going to go next door and… you know… with Bruce?” I couldn’t help but smile. I shook my head and told him no, of course not. Then I clarified that I was going to go next door and, you know, with Bruce, Edward, and at least 3 other men. 

I placed a hand on either side of my Son’s lawn chair then, leaned in over him, and lifted a hand to trace a finger slowly down my already oiled up cleavage line as I said, “I know, I mean… where am I going to fit them all?”, I teased. My tone absolutely dripping with sin. 

Then I used that same finger to tip his eyes back up to my face as I assured him. “Don’t you worry though sweetie. Mommy will figure it out.” Then I shot him a sexy wink, and went over to grab a few things before I left. 

As I found what I was looking for, I told Steven that he should go over to a friend's house for a bit, or go catch a movie and maybe grab some food. I let him know that I had some money in my purse, and he could grab what he needed from it. 

I was already focusing on getting “into character.” When I’m working, I’m very focused on what I do, and I take pride in being good at it. I let my walk slip from housewife, into that ultra sexual gate that I only use at work, or when my Husband bets me that I can’t make a buddy of his walk straight into a wall. My smile went from, “Don’t worry sweetie” to “Oh the things I’m going to do to you”, and the tone of my voice settled in a place where I could easily flip back and forth between the two. 

By the time I grabbed the bottle of oil, a little silver key to the back door which I tucked into my top,  and the box of condoms that I’d been looking for. Steven had already noticed some of those changes, and now looked like he might not be able to walk back into the house without rubbing one out first. 

I once again told him to go see a movie or something, just to reinforce that I was serious, but as I went to walk past him, I couldn’t help myself. I stopped for one last bit of teasing fun. I pretended to notice something out of the corner of my eye, and then, skin glistening in the light, I stopped and looked at him. He looked like he wanted to ask “What?”, but the word stuck in his throat. 

I gave him a suspicious look, and after a second, I looked at him with even more suspicion. It was the look I had often given him when I knew he was up to no good and I wanted to give him the chance to confess before he got in trouble. 

After a minute, I grinned, and said “Uh huh.”, in a very accusing way. Then, still grinning mischievously, I walked back to my chair again. I could see him out of the corner of his eye, trying to play it cool. Even going so far as to not directly be watching me as I walked away and then back to him. But when I got back, I gave him a very knowing smile. I looked at him like he was trying to hide candy from me, and didn’t yet realize that I could see it hanging out of his pocket.

This time, he did manage to ask “What?”, even if he sounded terribly guilty saying it. I indicated with a finger where he was sitting before saying, “Oh… It’s nothing sweetie… It’s just that, I couldn’t help but notice that your chair is awfully close to the fence separating our yard from the Jones’s yard.”

He blushed, and when he noticed that what I’d gone back to my chair for was a second bottle of oil, I leaned down over him again. I leaned until my massive, oiled up tits were hanging directly in front of his face. Then I paused there, and carefully set the bottle of oil/lube on the little table beside his chair. 

I pulled back enough to get his eyes looking at mine once more. Then I reiterated, “You SHOULD… go inside, Son. And then you should take it one step further and get out of the house for a bit.” Then I gave him one last playful look before I righted myself, blew him a little kiss and, as I straightened, I ran my eyes over his body in a VERY unMotherly way.

I was just teasing of course. I’d straight up told him what I was about to do and that he needed to get out of there. But this was a great opportunity to play up that teasing aspect of our relationship, and I was pretty sure he’d be thankful for it later on. 

I backed away from him then, and raised an eyebrow at him, as if asking if he was actually going to stay. Then I shot him one last playful wink, and, still smiling at him in that, “I know what you’re up to” way, I turned, and walked to the gate. 

Once I was through the gate and out of my Son’s sight, I knew he’d be fine. He was 18, and I offered him free money, food, a movie, and an excuse to get out of the house and go do whatever he wanted with his buddies for a couple of hours. I had no doubt he’d be gone in less than 2 minutes. So now, my Husband and Son were both gone, or at least as good as. It was time to get to work. 

As to the “lube” you may be wondering if it was suntan oil, and, no, I’m a professional. It was actually something that The Parlor came up with, and the people who worked there were able to buy it directly. It was condom safe lube, but it glistened like baby oil, and to top it all off it was SPF 100. That was why I had originally been wearing it. Not to enhance my tan, but rather to protect my naturally pale skin. Of course, it had multiple uses…

As I walked through the yard, I took in who was at the Jones family’s little cook-out. It was Edward, and both of my Nephews, Eddy and Evan. But no sign of their Mom, Jenny. I didn’t know where she was, but since I was pretty sure her being there wouldn’t make things LESS complicated, I just accepted it and moved on. The boys were sitting near their Dad who was cleaning up the grill. Normally they’d be inside playing video games by this point in any family gathering and I had a sneaking suspicion that their Uncle had convinced them to stay. 

Speaking of their Uncle, Bruce was towards the back of the yard, with his Son. Both were standing nervously, but Bruce's Son was showing his nervousness, while Bruce was hiding it behind a wall of arrogance. I waived hello to my Nephews, and stopped to talk to them for a moment. I checked in and made sure that they knew what was happening. I didn’t want this to be sprung on anyone else. But it turned out that their Uncle had told them to come down and said that he’d “bought” me for the afternoon. So, that checked out. 

I gave their Dad, Edward, a quick wink just to let him know that we were cool as I set both the box of condoms and bottle of lube/oil on a little glass table nearby. Then I walked over to where Bruce and his Son were standing. I’d seen Bruce’s Son once or twice at the Jones’s family gatherings, but didn’t know much about him. I knew that his name was Dustin, and that he hated that name. He preferred to be called Dusty. He was a bit shy. He didn’t seem to like his Dad too much, but otherwise had a “quiet, but basically good kid” kind of reputation. I remember him being a bit older than his cousin’s, so he was probably just over 19 by now.  

 

I looked like oiled up sex, but I offered Dusty my hand in a very normal, hello neighbor, kind of gesture, and he shook it nervously. I introduced myself to him, letting him know that I was Mrs. Smith, Eddy and Evan’s Aunt, and also Steven’s Mom from next door. He clearly didn’t remember meeting me before. Or at least he didn’t recognize me out of my Mom-clothes. His shocked, “For real!?”, told me that his Dad had already told him what I was there to do. So I leaned in, and with a sexy, conspiratorial smile and a sultry tone, I assured him, “For real.” 

When I turned to face Bruce, he immediately reached for my tits like he was going to squeeze them, cum on my thigh, and call it a day. A quick slap to his hands had him pulling them back and shaking off the sting. Angrily, he started to say something about how he thought that since he paid-, but I cut him off there. I stepped in close, reached into his shorts, and wrapped my hand around his cock, which caused him to gasp, flutter his eyes, and forget what he was going to say next. 

Then, I let him know how this was going to play out. I leaned in, and whispered into his ear. “Bruce, “ I began. “I am a professional. And not just any professional, I am one of the top rated pro’s, at the top rated Brothel in, arguably, the whole damn world. So, to be clear, you spent your money, and can, absolutely, grab my boobies, play with them a bit, and orgasm before your Brother finishes cleaning the grill. But, and hear me out here… That is not what I would recommend.”

He looked at me, and waited for me to continue. Now, while I had really taken my time in getting to know my Nephews and asking them about their kinks, the truth was that I’d only spent so much time on it because they were my Nephews. I loved them, and I wanted them to get used to the situation that they’d found themselves in before we’d moved on too quickly. It was, after all, a lot to take in. But I didn’t actually need to have that conversation. In fact, I could correctly guess most people’s fetishes in just a few sentences, and Bruce was an easy one. He wanted a married woman, the girl next door, someone’s Mom, and any other kind of forbidden fruit that he could steal. Or even better, spoil, for someone else. He didn’t just want a married woman. He wanted one whose Husband would be broken up about it. He didn’t just want someone's Mom. He wanted to defile her, and in doing so, spoil her, and thus bully the Son by doing so. 

So, before I continued, I made a point of letting him know that I knew what he wanted. I held up my hand between us, palm facing me and asked, “Do you see that wedding band, and engagement ring Bruce?” He looked confused for just a second, and started to shake his head no when I interrupted him with, “Oops... That’s not my left hand.” Then I caressed his balls, and gave his cock a few ginger strokes, forcing moans and quietly muttered curses from his lips before I said, “THIS is.” 

“Oh fuck!” He muttered, and he was half bent over at the waist and gritting his teeth. I guided him towards the nearby lawn chair, and I sat him there. Then I slipped my hand from his shorts, and threw one leg over him. I straddled him while wearing my little bitty bikini bottoms. 

Again, I leaned forward, and spoke quietly enough that my words were just for us. “Listen Bruce,” I said. “If you want this to be good, and I mean really, really good. If you want to be jerking off to what went down today 10 years from now, then you want me in charge of what happens here. Agreed?” 

He looked torn. His ego told him he needed to be in charge, and he didn’t want to let go of that. Then I held up my left hand, gave my wedding rings a little lick, as if cleaning something off of them, and said to him, “Let the professional do her job.”

At that, he nodded his emphatic agreement. So, I whispered a few more things to him. I told him that I was going to run the show, but that, for the most part, we were going to pretend that he was. That he had secretly given me all my marching orders during this little, private exchange that we were having. I told him that no matter what I asked him, or told him, or hinted at, he should just nod and go along with it, like it was his idea. That way he gets to be king of the backyard for the afternoon, while also still benefiting from my skills and experience. 

“You want that right Bruce? To benefit from my skills… and my experience?” I leaned forward, dipping my oiled up cleavage line into his line of sight, while also rolling my hips in a way that had me “accidentally” grinding down along the length of his cock while I did so. 

Through gritted teeth, he once more nodded, and said yes. 

So. With that settled. I got to work.

First, I beckoned Dusty to come closer so I could keep my voice down, while still having  Dusty and his Father hear me. I was straddling Bruce in the lawnchair as I began to give them both some background information on me. At first, Bruce seemed bored with it, but the more connections I made, the better the fantasy I became for him. 

I let them know that I lived right next door, and gestured towards the privacy fence that I’d been on the other side of just a few minutes prior. I reminded them that they would have both met my Husband, Mr. Smith, and my kids, including Steven, at last year's Christmas party. I explained that Jenny, Dusty’s Aunt, and Eddy and Evan’s Mom, was one of my best friends. In fact, we were so close, that Eddy and Evan both referred to me as Aunt Mary. I then gestured to the house and remarked that, I was over so often that I was part of the family. In fact, I had prepared at least a hundred meals in that very kitchen. 

“So Dusty”, I said, wrapping up my little history lesson. “Everything that happens today needs to stay between the people who are in this yard right now, understand?” I rolled my hips slowly, making Bruce squirm and moan underneath me as I continued. “You wouldn’t want to have to explain yourself to your Aunt Jennifer, after all. Especially if she overheard you talking about the time that you and your Dad double-teamed her Best Friend. Right?” 

Dusty was nodding along, his face getting redder and the tent in the front of his shorts getting larger as I spoke. I took his Father’s hand then, extended two fingers on it, and ran it down my oiled up body. I made a low, approving “ooooh” at the feeling of his finger tracing along my neglected skin. After all, I was getting myself worked up too, and my body was positively aching for attention by that point. 

When I guided Bruce’s hand into my bikini bottoms, I was already slick and ready as I ran his fingers along the folds of my pussy. He actually surprised me with his patience as he waited, and let me play with the outside a bit before guiding his fingers up into me. Once in me though, his patience vanished, and he quickly gripped me, pressing his fingers into my inner walls so firmly that it felt like he could have dragged me across the yard if he chose to. God but he had a firm grip!

I cried out, loudly! After I did, I clapped my hand over my mouth and adopted an embarrassed expression. I went to move off of Bruce, and he gripped me again, and once again, I let out a moan that was much too loud. After my outburst, and another embarrassed expression from me, I gave his wrist a light, but obviously chiding smack, and stood up once he’d released me. 

Standing now, I brushed my very long hair back, and checked my bikini as if there was enough of it for me to straighten. Then I looked between Dusty and his Father and said, “That reminds me,” a bit too loud. Then I appeared to catch myself, and lowered my voice a bit before repeating, “That reminds me, let’s try to keep our volume down, okay? Mr. Smith, my Husband, and my Son Steven, are both right on the other side of the privacy fence.” As I said it, I pointed to the fence. Then I glanced at Dusty, gagging his reaction as I said, “We wouldn’t want them to hear what you…”. Then I paused, and began to point and count under my breath. “1, 2, 3, and the twins so… What you 5, are going to be doing to their Wife and Mother. Now would we?” 

It was a rhetorical question, but both men answered it with their body language if not with their words. “Especially since,” and then I reached down into my bikini top, and took out the little silver key that I’d snuck in there. I placed it on the table beside Bruce’s seat and confessed, “They can’t back in the house without me. So they are stuck over there until I can get back and unlock the door for them.” 

It wasn’t true of course, I didn’t lock us out of the house when we went out back to relax. What would have been the point in that? But as I placed the key beside Bruce, he stared at it in a way that told me that he very much liked thinking that Steven and my Hubby were trapped and listening in, just on the other side of the fence. 

With that, I stood up from Bruce, and turned to walk back to Edward and the twins. Before I did, I waited a second. Then I gave a properly surprised yelp when Bruce brought his hand down with a hard smack to my ass. I glanced back at him like he’d just done something terribly sexy as I walked over to the people I’d be playing with first. 

I spoke with a voice just loud enough to be heard by everyone in the yard, yet it was still a good conversational level for a cookout. I told my two Nephews and their Father, that Bruce wanted us to start with some pictures. 

Naturally, Edward being a good guy, said that he thought pictures were a big no-no. Not just for the Parlor, but even at kink events. I was grateful for the concern, but let him know that these pictures would be PG-13 at worst. Then I  paused, thought about it for a second, and corrected myself, “Well… They’ll at least look the part.” 

With that, I had Edward step back, take out his phone, and photograph me sitting on the bench between Eddy and Evan. I had my legs crossed like a proper lady, and my hands were resting on my knees. For the second photo, I had the boys scoot in closer. They were wearing shorts, sandals, and nothing else. After all, it was summer weather and they were in their own backyard. But once they were close enough, I uncrossed my legs, put an arm around either of their wastes and pulled them in close as I told them to say, “Auntie Mary!”, with the last part of my name dragged a bit since it was replacing “Cheese!”. 

 

Then I told their Dad to make sure the next photo didn’t see anything below the chest. He nodded, and I slipped a hand into the shorts of both young men. They gasped, and squirmed a bit as I wrapped a hand around each of their cocks. Then I looked back and forth between them as I gently stroked their cocks and, still smiling, I told them, “Come on boys. Smile for the camera and say, Auntie Mary!”

They did, but when their Dad told me that their expressions were a little, off. I assured him that the pictures were perfect, exactly the way they were. Then, still stroking them both, nice and slow, I assured them I knew that this was a little awkward. Since I was their Aunt after all. But their Uncle Bruce really wanted us to put on a show. And his instructions had been very specific. So I just needed them to hang in there. 

A series of words that no doubt made Bruce smugly happy. Though, I doubted the two teenagers getting hand-jobs from their busty Aunt, really needed much in the way of consolation. 

After that I stood up and had the boys strip down. Naturally, they were both rock hard. And when I had them sit down, only to kneel down in front of them, instead of joining them back on the bench, they both got a little harder. 

I had Edward give the phone/camera to his Son Eddy. Then I told him, “Eddy. I need you to be very careful with this next photo, okay?” He nodded, but I still needed to explain why he needed to be careful. 

I scooted in closer, took his cock into my hand, and guided it to the bottom of my oiled up tits. Then, still wearing my bikini top, I pushed him into my cleavage, and gave him a few, gentle, up and down motions as he tit-fucked me while I was still wearing my top. “Does that feel good?” I asked, biting my lower lip and genuinely having almost as good a time as he was. When he nodded and told me yes, I smiled up at him. Then I told him to hold on to that feeling. 

After that, I turned my head slightly to the side. I glanced his way, giving him sideways eye contact. And gave him a sexy grin. “Now,” I said. “Take the photo of just my face.” He took a shot. Then he took another one. 

His Dad checked them, and while he did, I made my way over to his Brother. After their Father had given the camera to Evan, I told him that I wanted him to take a selfie, and give the camera a peace sign. Or a little V for victory. 

He looked confused for a moment. But I didn’t explain any further. I simply wrapped my left hand around his cock, looked over at Dusty and Bruce, and began to loudly suck on Evan’s cock. Now, naturally, Evan’s initial reaction was to moan, thrust his hips up into my face, and start to squirm down on the bench. But when he put his free hand on the back of my hand, I laughed around a mouthful of his dick. He made me pop up off him long enough to laughingly scold, “Evan!” I said with another amused giggle. “The picture!” 

He snapped out of it, straightened up in his seat, and tried to line up the shot. As he did, I went back to sucking on his dick. A few clicks later, his Dad let me know that they’d finished. And as instantly distressed as Evan looked when his blowjob ended, the expression changed quickly as I explained the pictures. 

We all went through them together, and as I showed them that they were all normal pictures that you might see at any cookout. But that they would know that, “This one,” I said, flipping to the first naughty picture. “Is a shot of me stroking you both at the same time.” I looked between them as they grinned like they’d just won trophies. “And this one,” I continued. “Is a picture of me with your dick squeezed in between my big tits.” The boys exchanged an arm smack in a very male ritual that had me shaking my head at them as I finished by pointing out that, while Evan was taking his selfie, he had his dick in his Aunt's mouth. 

While all three of the Jones men were looking through the photos with fresh eyes and talking about how cool it would be to look at them at some future date, I interrupted to say, “Oh. Wait a sec guys. Your Uncle Bruce just gestured that he needs to tell me something.” 

They gave me the standard “Okay”, and “Okay Auntie Mary.” And then I made my way back over to Bruce. Once in front of him, I said in a low voice that he should gesture for me to lean forward. He did. Then I told him to reach around behind me, and untie my top. He did that too. Lastly, I told him to throw the top over the fence. Back into my yard. And right after he did that, I told him that he should grab my ass and pull me into his lap. 

When Bruce threw the bra, I let out a surprised gasp. I started to yell, “Hey!-” but was cut off as he physically grabbed me and pulled down onto his lap again, this time topless. Naturally, Bruce immediately shoved his face into my tits and began licking and sucking on them. And when he did, I threw my head back and moaned. I didn’t need to fake anything. This whole scenario was genuinely hot, and I was teasing the shit out of myself even as I was teasing the 5 men at the cookout. 

When he relented a few moments later, I had to force myself not to shove one of my tits back into his mouth. But, after I took a second to catch my breath, I gave my hips a nice slow roll, and stroked Bruce's dick through my bikini bottom in the process. He moaned, but, I gave a little moan of my own that I hadn’t intended to. 

Then, after another few moments to catch my breath. I whispered into his ear, “Do you know what you just did?” And when he, after a few moments of unspoken denial, admitted that he didn’t, I reached out and tapped the side table with the key on it once again. My long red fingernail rapped on the glass beside the key. And I reminded him, “My Husband and Son are still waiting for me to come back over and let them in the house.” 

He looked at me for a moment, but seemed to just be waiting. So I whispered in his ear, “You’re now going to be responsible for my Son seeing his Mother’s big tits for the first time in his adult life.” And I punctuated the sentence with another roll of my hips, drawing a whimper from me, and a moan from Bruce. 

I took a moment to catch my breath, and while I did, Bruce quipped to Dusty that he was sending me back to my Husband, “Used and topless.” I pouted, then stood back up. After a moment with my back to the twins, I looked over my shoulder at the boys and their Father, and then glanced back at Bruce to loudly ask, “Are you sure? I mean… I’m their Aunt. And not only that, but his Wife’s best friend.” After a second or two. Bruce remembered our previous conversation, and nodded before loudly stating that, of course he was sure!

I bit my lips nervously as I looked back at the Twins and their Dad for a moment. But then I nodded and said, “Okay Bruce. You’re the boss.” 

Now topless, I made my way back to the 3 men of the house. Or at least, the house we were currently in the backyard of. 

The boys’ faces were priceless as they stared at, and drooled over my oiled up tits. I sat with the compliment for a moment as they glistened in the sunlight. Then I broke the news to my Nephews. “Bruce says that he doesn’t want to see any more one-on-one stuff. Or even two-on-one. He wants to see all three of you make me air-tight.” I took a second to address just the twins as I asked them, “Do you two know what that one means?” 

They both nodded yes in a way that told me that neither one of them wanted to say no. So I nodded right back, said “Good.” And then I started to give really clear instructions on where they needed to be. 

Now, believe it or not, this was a little tricky. Not the position. I’d done that plenty of times. No. The issue was, I knew that these two kids didn’t want to be looking their Dad in the eye while they were having sex. But even more than that, they didn’t want to “feel” their Dad during sex. 

So, I started by walking up to the twins, and in a fun, sexy tone, I told Evan, “This time, you get to be in my pussy.” Then I laid a hand on Eddy’s chest and said, “Because it’s your turn to try out Auntie Mary’s ass.” I gave him a little wink and promised, “I think you’re going to like it.” 

I then had Evan lay down on the ground, under me. Once he did, I smiled down at him, and took my time taking my bikini bottom off so that I was now completely naked. I took a moment to look at my bottoms before walking them back over to Bruce and asking him to hold on to them. He didn’t hesitate. And I gave a surprised sounding “Wait!” as he chucked them over the fence to join my top laying on the other side. 

I put my hands on my hips, naked and oiled up from my breasts down to my calves and said, “Now I’ll have to go back to my Husband and my Son like this!” 

Bruce grinned, and I let the facade drop so I could grin right back at him. After all, the only thing better than getting a Wife to cheat on her Husband, was getting her to scream about how good it was while she was doing it. 

I turned and went back to the twins. For a second, it seemed like Evan was going to ask what that was all about. But his questions disappeared from his lips as I knelt down in the soft grass, and reached down to guide the head of his cock into my warm and waiting pussy. 

As he sank into me, he tried to claw at the ground. To grab onto something that would let him brace again all that lovely warmth gobbling him up and squeezing him tightly. Instead he had to settle for swearing and gritting his teeth. And honestly, I was right there with him. I had a lot more control, but his cock felt incredible, and my pussy had been throbbing for this kind of attention for a while by that point. 

That said, I knew from experience that my orgasm wouldn’t be starting there. And so next I guided Eddy through lubing up, getting into position, and pushing himself into my ass. It was slow, careful work. With a lot of help from me. But when he finally got in there. And I mean, REALLY got in there. We both cried out from how intensely good it felt. And I knew as I looked over at Bruce watching that the sight of my chest heaving from the intense pleasure his Nephews were giving me was one that he was very much enjoying. 

I lifted my hips a little bit, and then rolled them back down, just right, so that both boys slid deeper into me, and we all cried out at the intensity of it. The inside of my ass was throbbing. Some pain, and a lot of pleasure. But as I moved, and both boys pushed into me over and over again, that intense throbbing started to spread to my pussy. Until my whole lower half was an almost overwhelming, pulsing sensation of pleasure. It was mixed with that, just right, simply delicious level of pain, that was so deeply sexual once you were ready for it. And oh god was I ever ready for it!

In between moans and whimpers of pleasure, I looked over at Bruce again and cried out, “I can’t believe my Nephews are fucking me!” When I did, I felt both boys buck inside me in response. Prompting me to ask them, “Do you like that boys? Do you like double-penetrating your Auntie Mary?!”  Both of them replied with moans, and by pushing up into me. And in between my own moans and groans of intense and growing pleasure, a good sized dick appeared in front of me and gave the side of my face two little attention grabbing taps. 

I looked up at the boy's Father, Edward. And I didn’t need to fake anything as I told him with pure, unadulterated lust, “Oh my god YES Edward! Fuck my face! I want your whole fucking family stuffing me with cock! All at the same time!” 

Edward didn’t hesitate, and soon he had two fist fulls of my hair as I practically choked myself trying to gobble up more and more of him while both of his Son’s pushed into me and drove me to my first real orgasm of the day! 

Somehow, it didn’t stop there. And not only did both boys make it through me clenching up and cumming on them as I screamed out my pleasure around a mouthful of their Father’s cock. But they grabbed onto my hips and drove themselves into me again, and again, and again. I came a second, and then again a third time. 

When I finished that orgasm, I took Edward out of my mouth and stroked him while I planted my palm down on Evan’s chest. Then, my breathing ragged, and my voice tainted with lust from my constant moaning and whimpering with pleasure, I said, “Don’t tell Jenny about this, okay boys?” Both of them bucked up into me, a hard thrust to punctuate my request. “Don’t tell your Mom that the three of you stripped her best friend down, and triple penetrated me right here in the backyard!” At my words, both boys again, gave an involuntary buck. They thrusted themselves up into me nice and hard. I cried out, loving every second of it. I could feel them starting to swell up. Starting to cross the point of no return. 

But I don’t think they saw that it was their Uncle Bruce who I was looking at when I said, “Don’t tell your Mom that you and your Dad group-fucked Steven’s Mom. That you blew your loads inside me. Or that I moaned like a fucking whore while you did it!” 

At that, both boys tried to warn me that they were about to pop. And I turned my attention back to their Dad’s dick just in time to see him stroking himself to orgasm hard, fast, and right in my face. 

 

Well. I still had two more clients left. So it wasn’t time, just yet, for anything to be on my face. Thankfully, the solution to that problem made both of us very happy. I gobbled up Edward’s cock once again. Pushed his hand away. And gazed up at him as I took over stroking him to orgasm. But this time, I was sucking on him and moaning while I did it. 

Both of the twins loudly shouted that they were going to cum. And then they yelled that they were cumming inside of me. Then, right as the two of them were going off inside of me, the sensations of it pushed me over the edge, and I began moaning and screaming around Edward’s cock. Which must have set him off, because he told everyone that he was cumming too. 

So I rode both the boys, while holding on to Eddy’s chest, and Edward’s cock for dear life as all three of them screamed, and roared, and shot blast after blast of cum. All while I shuddered and came right along with them. 

I gulped as much as I could, and thankfully, managed to get the vast majority of Edwards cum into my stomach instead of on my skin. But even when I pulled him free from my mouth, I was still awash in little ripples of my orgasm spilling over me and through me again and again as the boys held onto their Aunt from below and gave me those last few instinctive SLAMS. Trying to get all of the cum out. 

When we were all done, I laid down on Evan, and just let them stay inside me as they recovered. After a minute or two, both boys were changing size more decisively, and kind of needed out. Especially Eddy, who was fitted tightly into my tiny asshole. 

Undoing it was a little more awkward than doing it had been. But they listened to their Aunt as I told them how to move, and when to stand. And in no time the two of them were stripping off condoms that looked like they were even more filled with cum than they’d been filled with dick just a few minutes prior. 

One of them asked why their Dad hadn’t needed a condom, and I told them that I knew their Dad, and that it wasn’t necessary for a blowjob. 

Both of them clearly thought that this was both very cool, and mildly unfair. But I was glad for the extra boost to Edward’s image. He had not only been with the hot MILF next door and could admit it. But he’d fucked her face. A very masculine and dominant act. And without a condom  no-less!

Bruce was stroking himself, and since I knew what I had planned for their Uncle, I sent both boys inside to shower and get dressed. Warning them that their Mom would be home in less than an hour, and they needed to play a game or something so they could tell their Mom what they’d done, instead of, what they’d actually done... 

Me.

Edward caught the hint, and followed the twins inside. Which left just Bruce, Dusty, and I in the yard. 

Dusty had always seemed like a sweet kid. He was the kind of shy that women like myself tended to find endearing and adorable. Like a mix of kindness and modesty that just looked good on a man. Unfortunately, Dusty wasn’t the client. Still, despite the fact that I knew I’d be ignoring him a bit, I also knew that I would make it up to him before everything was all said and done. 

Right at that moment though, I was laser focused on Bruce. I sauntered up to him with a sway to my hips that could stop traffic as well as hearts. When I got to him, I curled a finger in his direction, beckoning him to join me in standing up. Once he got to his feet, I told him, “Now Bruce. I have this sneaking suspicion that when Jenny and I are talking; Or really any of the women who attend your Brother’s parties, you get to wishing that we would just be quiet.” 

Bruce shrugged, as to say both that he was sorry, but also that the answer was, “Obviously.” I gave a little laugh that seemed to say that his answer was amusing instead of infuriating. Then, playing along, I shook my “pretty little head”, and continued. “Well Bruce, today is a special day. Because you and I are about to make some memories.”

“After all,” I said, sinking to my knees in front of him. “You and I are going to run into one another another hundred times in the coming years. And we will probably shake hands. Get reintroduced to one another for the millionth time. And then go our separate ways. But today? Today you get to do what you’ve REALLY been wanting to do at all of those family events. So, whenever you feel it. You just go right ahead and, shut me up.” I winked up at him then. And right after I winked, I started talking. I began telling him all about what Jenny and I had already started to plan for the Halloween party that she was planning to host at the end of this summer. 

I was only a sentence or two in when Bruce decided to act. I was looking back and forth between Dusty and Bruce as I said, “We plan on inviting the extended family on her side, but just us, and our siblings from my family. Of course, we have lots of local friends who will b-MPHGH!” 

Then, of course, Bruce shoved his cock into my mouth mid-sentence. I gave him a shocked expression, and began to slowly pull my lips back up off of him, but he took me by the head. His hands were bunched up into fists within my hair. And before I could slip him out of my mouth, he pushed my head back down, and began to fuck my face. And, naturally… I moaned for it! Like the whore that I literally was.

I gasped, and gulped, and moaned around his cock. I gazed up at him like his dick was so much more than the best thing I’d ever tasted. I looked up at him like his dick in my throat was something I’d been praying for. A gift that any woman would be grateful to receive! 

He was gritting his teeth within a minute or two. Sucking in breaths and slowing down as if it was all too much, too fast. I took the opportunity to take back some control. I grabbed his dick, and pulled out of my mouth the hard way. Pushing it against my left cheek and stretching it out as far as it would go until his cock finally popped free. As it left I made a sound of loss. As if his dick not being in my throat was one of the worst things that could have happened to me. 

But a second later I was grinning up at him and slowly stroking him with my left hand as I said, “That shut me up. Didn’t it Bruce?” 

He laughed. A very pleased, masculine laugh. 

It was a good laugh. And as much as I might not care for the man, the truth was that I LOVED sex. That the afternoon had been long, and full of pleasure. And while I was definitely putting on a show for a client, I was also enjoying the hell out of myself! 

I pulled in a breath through my teeth and made a pained expression as I looked at my hand stroking Bruce's dick in the afternoon sun. “Ouch,” I said. Bruce looked down, and grinned at the sight of my left hand, adorned with my wedding band and my engagement ring, pumped its way up and down his dick. 

I looked up at him with a grin that said I was in trouble, but I liked it. And then I gave a pout, and with blatantly fake sympathy I said, “Awww. I bet it would break my poor Husband’s heart to see what you're looking at right now.” Bruce smiled even brighter. “Just think,” I said. “Next time he’s showing me off at one of your Brother’s little get-togethers. And I’m playing the good, innocent little Wifey. You’ll be smiling back at him, and secretly remembering that time that I did this…” 

I then lowered myself a bit more, gazed up into his eyes, and began to slowly run his cock all over my face. With my left hand, of course. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” I Whispered. And when Bruce nodded, I gave his cock a few more enthusiastic sucks. Then I kissed the tip, and slapped one of my cheeks with Bruce’s dick before whispering up at him, “Yours is bigger than his.” The groan of pleasure from Bruce’s lips, coupled with his expression of near pain, let me know that he was close. 

So I stopped. I let him go, stood up, and waited for him to complain that I’d stopped. I didn’t have to wait long, and when he did, I assured him that we would get there. Then I stepped in close, rested one hand on his shoulder, and whispered to him that I wanted to make this last. 

We exchanged intensely erotic stares. And after a few moments, I stepped away to go talk to Dusty. 

The poor boy was still fully dressed, and though I didn’t plan on saying it that afternoon, it was easy to tell, even fully-clothed, that he was larger than his Father. I made small talk with him. Checking in with him, making sure that he was handling all of this okay. That we hadn’t freaked him out. It was adorable watching him trying his best not to stare at my very large and oiled up tits. And I was guessing that this was his first conversation with a totally naked woman. He had me genuinely smiling at him in just a few minutes. He was a big strong lad, with what looked like a very impressive cock. And yet I definitely would have described him as “cute”, based on his personality. Not to his face of course. Boys his age rarely appreciated the comment, even when it could be quite the compliment. 

After a few minutes, I could practically feel his Dad getting angry at me over my shoulder. So I wrapped things up by letting Dusty know that I wanted him to strip down, since it would be his turn soon and I wanted him ready for me. 

When I turned back to Bruce, his expression clearly said, “It’s about damn time!”, a few seconds before his mouth did. In reply, I brought my elbows a little closer together, and looked down at the massive line of cleavage that I’d created in the process. 

“Have you ever noticed that, even at family events, I tend to wear tops that make my tits do this?” He stared down. Seemed to get lost in a trance. And when his eyes finally moved back up to mine I shot him a playful wink that had him grinning again. 

I strode back over to him, keeping my arms close enough together that my tits were pressed together and popped up. When I was finally standing in front of him, I said, ever so sweetly, “Hey Bruce.” And when he looked up at me, I said, “Hey now. Why are you looking at my eyes? My tits are down here Mister!” 

And grinned and went to reach for them. I quickly told him to wait. But before he could gripe about it too much, I told him that, “You are going to be meeting me a hundred times after this. Remember?” He nodded. And I added, “And for a lot of those times, I am going to be wearing a shirt that shows off my big tits. After all, my Husband loves to show off how lucky he is. And nothing says lucky like a pair of big tits that you can look at, but only he can touch.”

Bruce went along with that, saying some uncharitable things about my Hubby. I waited for him to finish, and then continued. “But, today isn’t like that Bruce. It’s not like any of the times before, or any of the ones that are going to come after. Because today, when Mrs. Smith flaunts her big, untouchable tits in fro-!” The next sound out of me was a surprised yelp. 

 

I mean, I’d been heading in that direction, but I was honestly caught off guard when Bruce got there before I’d said it. Without waiting for me to finish, he put two strong hands on my shoulders, and shoved me back down onto my knees. Then he seized my jaw in his grip and made me look up at him while he told me, in no uncertain terms, that he was going to fuck my tits, and that I was going to love it. 

Part of me hated that I really liked how quickly he caught on and took control. But I liked it anyway. I grinned up at him wickedly, and without an ounce of sincerity in my voice, I asked him, “But Bruce… Doesn’t it bother you that I’m a married woman?” 

If anything, he was even rougher as he pulled my arms out of the way, grabbed my oiled up tits, and worked his cock in between them. He dropped down a bit so that he could get at them, but they are hard to hold onto when they are all lubed up like that. Pretty soon he was ordering me to hold them together for him, and in reply, I told him to sit back down. 

He was quick to sit back down, and I crawled over to him, and gave him a proper tit-fucking. I made it slow and teasing. But every couple of minutes, he would sit up a bit, and start pumping his hips so that he could fuck them faster and harder. Each time he did, I moaned for him. Egged him on, and told him that I couldn’t wait to get his big dick inside of me. 

After several minutes of that, he told me that he wanted to fuck me for real. I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly, but I also made sure that my smile was saying “Yes.” He looked around for a bit, seeming unsure how we should have sex. So I stood up, and told him to just sit back and relax. Once he had, I let him know that I needed to grab a drink of water real quick. 

And just, my god. The man could go from looking like he was about to burst from joy, to pissed off in .001 seconds. But I had a remedy to help him out. 

I leaned forward. Bending all the way over. Then I looked him in the eye, smiled mischievously, and glanced over at the fence. Bruce followed my gaze. And the moment he looked back from the fence to me, I said, MUCH too loudly, “Please Bruce! It’s just that, you’ve had me suck so much dick since I came over here that, I DESPERATELY need a drink of water before I can go on.” 

Bruce's face went bright red as I seemed to lean into the more vindictive parts of his fantasy. So I gave him a wink that let him know that I was willing to play along. And then, just before I walked away to grab that water, I added, “Once I get back… I want you to put your big cock inside of me!”

And with that, I smiled, turned, and headed inside to grab a drink of water. Of course, what I was really doing was giving Bruce another 5 minute break. If the man was going to give me enough cash to buy a second house, then I was going to give him the afternoon of a lifetime. Asshole or not. It just seemed right.  

I drank my water over the course of 5 or 6 minutes, and then headed back out into the yard with a condom between my teeth. Bruce looked impatient, but his expression cooled when I bent over at the waist so that I could roll the condom onto him using only my mouth. Once he was wearing protection, I threw a leg over once again. But this time he and I were both naked. So as I lowered myself down towards him, I gripped his cock, and guided into my very wet, and waiting pussy. 

And it felt, SO, fucking good! Even with the 5 minute break, my body was still absolutely aching for it! I slid him into me, and I let out a loud and heartfelt moan. I quickly covered my mouth, glancing over at the fence again. But when Bruce reached up and pulled my hand away, I let him. And when he thrust his hips up into me unexpectedly, the loud cry of pleasure that left my lips was entirely sincere. 

I whimpered out little, “oh god, oh god, oh god”’s. I bit my lip, and I rode him slow and gentle. I was constantly looking over at the Privacy Fence, biting my lower lip, and noticeably trying to lower my voice. But, like clockwork, Bruce would reply by grabbing my hips, and thrusting up into me hard! When he did, I would moan like the whore I was. Panting and gasping after, as I used my expression to show a struggle between not wanting my Son and Husband to hear me, and wanting Bruce to do it again. 

After several minutes of that, rather delicious sex. I mentioned that Dusty should join us before it was too late. But Bruce was quick to quip, “Dustin doesn’t need anything. I’m the one who paid. So I’m the only one that matters.” 

I’m a professional. But it took even me a second to swallow my initial response to that. The more I got to know Bruce, the more convinced I was that Dusty was some kind of saint to have turned out to be a good kid. 

Instead of saying that though, I just nodded in agreement. “Just as well.” I said. “My Husband already heard me moaning over here. And our Son is with him. I mean… can you even imagine poor Steven listening in as YOUR Son joins in. And the two of you just start double teaming me?” I nodded along with his wise words and added, “Best to keep it simple.” 

Bruce grabbed my hips and slammed his dick up into me harder than he ever had before. And with my moan and my grin, I let him know that I recognized his punishment, and was prepared to take it like the good little harlot that I was. He gave me a look that told me he knew I was playing him. And I pouted back at him for not playing along. 

He caved first, and with a smile he was clearly trying to fight, he said, “Get over here Dustin. Let’s show the Smith’s how the Jones men get things done.” Despite the lovely implications, Dusty looked like he might actually take a second to tell his Father off. But I headed the moment off by batting my blue-gray eyes at Dusty, and with a soft, seductive purr in my voice, I coaxed him over to me. “Yes Dusty. Please do come here. I think you might actually have the biggest set of balls I’ve ever seen, and I’m just dying to find out if that means what I think it does when you cum.” 

Dusty blushed, his Dad shot a curious look his Son’s way, and I hadn’t told a single lie. Seriously. Whatever you're picturing, it isn’t enough. I went from a wild teenager, to a kinky, swinger Wife, to a literal prostitute who saw clients from all over the world. And I had never, EVER, seen a set of balls like Dusty’s! 

 

Dusty brought his very large dick, and insanely large balls over my way. The big thing bobbed towards me, and when he stopped a little too far away, I had to reach out, wrap my hand around it, and gently urge him closer. This drew moans from him, but we were back on course. 

I knew I might get some kind of problem from Bruce, so I headed it off before it could start. I looked down at him, gave him another playful wink, and then raised my voice again. “Come on Bruce. Isn’t it bad enough that your over hear fucking me with a dick that’s much bigger than my Husband’s? Now you want your big dicked Son fucking my mouth while I ride you!? Doesn’t that seem excessi-!”, and this time, I cut myself off mid-sentence. 

While still looking down at Bruce, and smiling wickedly, I leaned a little bit Dusty’s way, and took his cock into my mouth. I kept that eye contact with the man I was riding as I aggressively gobbled that lovely cock, and noisily sucked, slurped, and moaned on it. 

Every man that had ever seen me do that, had described it as the hottest thing ever. So much so, that it was pretty much the origin of my current marriage arrangement with my Husband. I eye-fucked Bruce, throat-fucked Dusty, and, when I could see Bruce really starting to struggle with how hot he was finding it all, I rolled my hips and took his cock deeper into me. 

When both men moaned in reply, I moaned louder. I just kept getting noisier and noisier as both my blowjob and my riding of Bruce’s dick got more and more aggressive. In fact, I got so into it that both men almost came before I meant for them too! 

I was genuinely panting with need, and whining with how hard I had to fight to restrain myself as I stopped what I was doing and tried desperately to catch my breath before I ended up with both of them cumming inside of me!

It was several minutes of that. Dusty seemed both desperate and confused. But thankfully, this time at least, Bruce was clearly grateful that I’d stopped before he’d cum. So we all just took a few minutes. I hated, just a little bit, how desperately I wanted to fuck Bruce so goddamn hard that he forgot his own Wife’s name. But, eventually, I cleared my head, and I was able to put us all back on track. 

“I think,” I said, still a little out of breath. “That we need to do at least one more thing before we all lose our minds and you two blow your loads.” At my words, Bruce laughed. But he seemed game, and asked me what I had in mind. So, I eased him out of me, and stood up. And, it was hard. Feeling him leaving me. Feeling that absence of heat and pressure inside of me. I groaned with the loss of it, and Bruce was right there with me. Both of our bodies crying out, “we weren’t done with that yet!”. 

 

But, after a few seconds. I finished standing, and with a hand on Dusty’s chest, I walked him back several paces away from his Father. There, I whispered to him, “I’m okay, and I’m choosing this. But don’t treat any of your girlfriends the way I’m about to have your Dad treat me. Got it?” Dusty gave me a confused look, followed by a small nod. And… The thing is… I told him, “Good boy.” And just as I was turning to walk away, I could not help but notice that Dusty’s dick bucked, in direct reply to my word choice. And just like that, I was pretty damn sure that Dusty had a Mommy Kink. 

But, that little revelation would have to wait for later. Because Bruce was getting really damn close to his limit. Not just his ability to do anything else before he came. But his patience and willpower limits when it came to postponing his orgasm. Which, wasn’t a dig. Not at all. For all his faults, I had really put him through his paces. Sexually speaking. 

I walked back to Bruce, and he stood up to meet me. His frustration clear, and clearly growing. But I had two more tricks to show him. Two more services that I planned to provide to my highest paying customer of all time. 

“Bruce,” I said. My voice, my normal “Mom” voice. The one that I tended to use whenever the kids were around, which included everytime Bruce had ever spoken to me.  “There is, one more thing that I know you have wanted to do to me. And that I know, for a fact, you are going to think about doing to me many, many times after today.” Bruce shot back, “Oh? And what’s that?” 

In answer, I brushed past, and against him. I walked past his chair. Past the little glass table with my key on it. And right up to the wooden bench that sat just inches from the privacy fence. Once I was there, I beckoned him over with my hand, and had him stand between me and the bench. 

Then I answered him. “You want to grab me. Spin me around. Bend me over. And FUCK ME, from behind.” I let that sit for a second. Then I started to say, “Don’t you Bruce?” 

But I barely got through the first syllable when Bruce, very aggressively, did exactly that. He grabbed my arms, forcibly spun me around, and pushed me forward so hard that my hands hurt from where they slammed into the wooden bench. Before I could get in a word, and I tried! Bruce kicked the inside of my right leg, and spread my legs in the process. He had his cock in his hand, and then shoved inside of me within seconds. And all I could do was gutterally cry out the word, “FUCK!” 

I got that word out a few more times. It was all I could do, as Bruce seized me by the hair, and fucked me as hard as he possible could. He only eased up in order to get enough air to tell me what a whore I was. Or how badly he knew I’d wanted this. Or how he was going to ruin my cunt so that my Husband could never use it again. 

After several minutes of straight verbal abuse, he eased up on hammering me from behind just long enough to ask, “Isn’t that right, MISSUS SMITH!!!?!!!” And I answered him, simply by screaming out the word, “YES!” 

What he was doing, I often call, hate-fucking. And while there doesn’t have to be any actual hatred in it, it is a very primal, and very violent act. So much so, that it is actually hard to cum that way for many men. At least at first it is. It is an act of pure domination, pumped directly into the blood. It hits you like adrenaline. Or at least, it hits the guy like adrenaline. It hit me like a gloriously savage fuck from behind. I came 3 times! I screamed my ass off until I was in real danger of losing my voice, and then he’d slam his cock home, and I just screamed all over again!

When he started to get close, he also started to come down off that high. It was the first and only time I could reach him. And while I was genuinely a little worried to test a guy like Bruce after that pounding, I still had one more thing that I knew he would love. 

I pushed my hand back against his chest, clearly signaling for him to stop. And while he, at first, just tightened his grip on my hair, and forced moans from me as he rearranged my insides, I was insistent on wanting him to stop. 

It took way too long to get him to stop. But my insistence took some of the wind out of his sail, so thankfully he lasted until I’d convinced him to stop. 

Bruce was pissed. He started to come at me, with words, thankfully. But I held up a hand and said with perfect confidence and certainty, “I am a professional Bruce.” I had to repeat it, several more times. Each time cutting him off. 

We did the same little dance again when I called Dusty over and he got upset all over again. But I just kept insisting that I was a pro. Once Dusty was there, I better clarified. “Has anything I’ve done this afternoon been less than AMAZING for you?” He started to clap back, but struggled with getting the lie out. So I kept going. 

“Bruce, no matter what I want personally. No matter what I think of you, my liking you is not a factor. It is my job to make this both hot, and memorable, for you. So, be honest. You’ve probably had a dozen women, and filled up hundreds of condoms. Is that all you want from this?”

I let that sit for a second. Then I added, “Or do you want something you’ll never, EVER, forget?”

I saw the anger deflate. His shoulders relaxed, and though there was still that stubbornness in him, it was now joined by a small, sly bit of curiosity.

“Do you remember why we threw my bra over the wall?” It was rhetorical, but he nodded. I pointed to the key on the table, asking if he remembered it. Again, an answering nod. Then, I took a deep breath, and looking as upset and yet determined as I could, I steeled myself and continued. 

“My Husband knows what I do for a living, Bruce. But…”, and I lowered my voice a bit more. “My Son, doesn’t.” I raised my eyebrows a bit, willing him to get it. After a moment, I continued. “Poor Steven is probably on the other side of this fence, telling himself that his Mom and his buddies are pranking him. Right? We HAVE to be! I’m his MOTHER, for God’s sake! So we have to be making sex noises, and yelling out porno lines, just to mess with him. Because what else could he possibly make of this?”

I sighed and took a breath as Bruce processed it all, and a wicked little gleam started to appear in his eyes. 

“What if…”, I started. “What if there was a way, without you saying a word, or even ever having to even look him in the eye, to get to be the one who, not only tells my Son what I do for a living. But also let’s him know exactly what you’ve been doing to me on this side of the privacy fence all afternoon?”

Then I asked, “What if there was a way…”

And as I said it, I slowly sank to my knees again. And then I saw it. I saw Bruce realize what I was implying as his face flushed, and his jaw dropped open. 

Then, shaking my head like I was loath to admit it, I reached out and gently cupped both men’s balls, gently guiding them closer to me until their dicks were bobbing directly over me. Then I confessed to Bruce;

“As much as I hate to admit it Bruce, nothing says, Your Mommy’s a Whore, quite like a face full of cum.” Then I reached up, wrapping my left hand around Bruce’s cock, and my right around Dusty’s. And as I pointed their dicks directly at my face, I tossed my hair over my shoulder, and asked, “What do you say?” 

Then I gave both dicks a squeeze, drawing moans from both Bruce and Dusty as I asked teasingly, “Want to be the one to break the news to him?” 

Bruce nodded, at a loss for words, and Dusty went along with it. Quickly, I began to jerk both men off, asking, “Yeah? Are you going to make a mess of me? Hmm? I mean a REAL mess! Are you going to show my Son what a fucking Whore his Mom his?!  When you send me back over to him topless, and covered in your big, fucking loads?!?” 

Within moments both men were, once again, right on the brink of cumming! “Give to me!” I cried out with unrestrained lust. “Cum all over Mommy’s Face!” And with that, both men roared, and began to shoot their cum, and scream their orgasms. Both loads were HUGE! I’d teased the ever loving shit out of Bruce, and it showed in how much he came. It was seriously impressive! But, as much as Bruce came, Dusty came 5 times that amount. It was, without exaggeration, the largest load of cum I had ever taken, or even, ever seen! And, to make matters worse, I am an absolute cum whore! 

I LOVE the feeling of hot cum. In me. On me. Everywhere! So standing there stroking off two guys, and then getting absolutely drenched in what felt like 6-8 loads of cum, had me moaning and cumming right along with them. I didn’t want to miss a drop, so I just kept jerking them off as hard as I could until, in turn, each man cried out and pulled away to collapse. And once they did, I got myself off next. My hand quickly going between my legs where I could rub my clit to two more powerful orgasms as I sat SOAKED in hot cum! 

When it was done, we were all panting and gasping. 

I stood up, with cum all over my face, all over my hair, all over my tits and my shoulders, and dripping down and off every part of me. My legs were a little wobbly as I made my way over to the key, and, with all the dignity I could muster, I said bye, nodded my head, and walked on unsteady legs back along the full length of the privacy fence and towards the little gate that led back to my own yard. 

Once through, I turned and closed the gate behind me, locking it. There, I took a steadying breath, and promised myself that I would wait to masturbate again until I was inside my own house. Because I did NOT want to give Bruce the satisfaction. 

 

Then I turned, and found myself looking across my own yard, to where my Son sat with his shorts off. His dick was hard despite the fact that several full kleenex were scattered all around him, and the bottle of lube I’d teasingly left him, was sitting open. More than that, it looked damn near half empty! 

Cum from my client and his kid ran down my tits and across my sensitive nipples, only to drip onto the grass. And as I stared at my Son’s hand wrapped tightly around his hard cock, I cried out, “Oh fuck!”

And I knew I was in trouble when the orgasm that swept through me and brought me to my knees, was the strongest one that I’d had all day. Knew it, when my whole body flushed with heat, like I’d just discovered a new kink, and it was hotter than any awakening I’d had before it. I knew how much damn trouble was in, when, embarrassed, dripping with cum, and having just orgasmed in front of my own Son… I still couldn’t stop myself from reaching between my legs, and going at least one more time.

 This was definitely not over...

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