closed my eyes, absentmindedly releasing my breasts as I reached up to place my hands on the backs of their heads to support their fervent feasting. The boy's hands were quick to take the place of mine, each raising a heavy udder to their mouth to facilitate further suckling.
I stroked the back of their necks and massaged behind their ears with my thumbs. "Such hungry ones, aren't we?"
Tom made a tight seal around my nipple; once it was in place, he applied firm suction to pull it further into his mouth, trapping it there. That way, when he began to lift his head, my breast was lifted along with it. Then he released the pressure with a loud pop and allowed my tit to fall from his mouth.
It slapped against my tummy, grabbing Luke's attention. Then he, too, gave an exaggerated performance of relinquishing my breast, eliciting a similar popping sound when he ejected my stiff nipple from his mouth.
Both of my nipples were completely clean, but the shimmering remains of melted sugar and saliva sparkled on either one. "Good job, boys," I said, and I almost meant it.
Tom wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Thanks, Mom. That was awesome."
Luke licked his lips clean. "Yeah, that was fun as hell. My turn now?"
"Nope," Tom corrected him. "My turn. And I pick you, bro."
"Fair enough. Hit me with a truth."
They returned to their normal mode of operation so quickly that I felt like the odd one out for still being so flustered. Riding Tom's face, without the luxury of a fulfilling orgasm to end it, had already had me on edge before either of their lips had touched me.
Tom tapped the phone. "What's your weirdest kink?"
Luke snickered. "Oh, you mean besides getting my mom pregnant?"
Tom waved him off. "That doesn't count. What else?"
"I dunno, he said. "I'm not really that adventurous." Then he caught the side eye that his mother was shooting his way. "Usually, I mean. If I had to pick something..."
"Which you do," Tom insisted.
"... I guess I would probably pick anal."
Shit, I thought with an internal scowl, here we go,
I knew what would come next, so I braced myself for Cleo to inevitably leap on the chance to convince me to open myself - literally and figuratively - to the prospect.
She clapped her hands excitedly, sensing the opportunity that I so dreaded. "That settles it! We are so doing anal tomorrow."
I released a guttural sigh that, while melodramatic, accurately conveyed how reluctant I was.
In a bid to save my bottom from certain doom, I tried to distract my son before the seed of Cleo's idea had taken root. "Tommy, think about how tight and warm Mommy's pussy is! You love it in there, don't you? You don't need my bum, too. Right, honey?"
Cleo swooped in to play the devil on his shoulder. "Don't let her trick you, sugar. Her butt is probably even tighter than her pussy, and you'd be the first one to ever go inside of it."
Were Tom a cartoon, his eyes would have rolled into the back of his head to reveal two huge, green dollar signs. "That would be amazing, Mom."
I chewed the inside of my cheek, and prepared to offer a final defence of my virgin bottom that I knew in my heart would likely not succeed. "Are you sure you want to, honey? I mean, I-I will if you really want to, but I'm a little scared."
"You will?" Naturally, my permission was the only thing that his selective hearing picked up. I had thought that revealing my trepidation would have gotten him on my side, but that had been a naive hope.
I smiled with one side of my mouth. "I-- okay, honey. Yeah, we can do that. But tomorrow, please?"
"Tomorrow," he assured me.
"Yeah," Luke piped up. "Tomorrow."
In my peripheral vision, I could see that my nephew was just as excited. "Let me guess, Lukey: you want to put your dick in my butt, too?"
He nodded with the speed of a hummingbird beating its wings. "Fuck yes!"
It was settled. The boys were as excited as I was nervous, and I knew I would only spiral if I continued to think about it too long. Instead, I picked up the phone and took charge of the game. "Moving on! It's my turn, right? I pick Tommy."
Perhaps because it was me that had selected him, he may have felt a sense of safety, so he selected dare. I tapped the button and read the spellbinding command to him. "You must let another player suck on your balls for thirty seconds--"
"That's easy!"
"Without getting hard."
His demeanour soured. "But... but that's no fun."
As much as I would have delighted in getting him hard with my mouth, Cleo and Luke were certain that they would get more enjoyment out of watching him struggle against his body's natural instincts. "Rules are rules," they said, snickering evilly to each other.
I climbed out of my chair and knelt on the floor beside Tom. "Just think about baseball, honey -- anything but Mommy's mouth."
He turned his chair to the side so that his crotch was facing me. "It does not make it easier when you talk like that."
I giggled mischievously. "I know. I just couldn't resist!"
"Wait," Luke asked. "What happens when he fails?"
"If I fail," Tom corrected him.
His cousin rolled his eyes, entirely unconvinced. "Sure, bro. What's the ruling?"
Cleo stood up. "They both do a shot! A shot of..." She dipped into the cottage again, and after a few seconds of bottles being clinked together she reappeared with a bottle of Fireball whisky. "This!"
Tom and I, with a shared hatred for all things cinnamon, grimaced at the thought. The game was on, and the stakes had never been higher.
My son pushed his shorts to the floor and scooted to the edge of the chair so that his fat, dangling balls could hang over the edge.
I gazed up at him and rested my hands on his thighs. "Are you ready, sweetheart? Just don't think about it, okay? I'll give you such a good blowjob later, I pinky promise. Just don't get hard now."
He cringed. "I'll try, but... Jesus."
I knew exactly what he meant, even though he did not say it. I was sure that gazing down at his topless mother between his legs, whose breasts were faucets of nostalgia from which he had just drunk, was the reason his dick had begun to throb before I had even touched it.
We're doomed, I thought.
"Baseball, Tommy," I reminded him, hoping to cement the mantra in his brain for the following thirty seconds.
With his eyes shut tightly, he chanted, "Baseball, baseball, baseball..."
I wrapped a hand around Tom's balls and lifted them toward my mouth. I opened my jaw as wide as I could, playing Operation with the orbs as though the tiniest collision with my lips would require a restart.
I was stalling, trying to run out the clock for a few extra seconds while I slowly stuffed the engorged eggs into my mouth. I gave a hearty bout of suction that dragged both of them into the warm, wet confines of my mouth. Once they were in place, I impulsively painted the sides with long, patient strokes of my tongue.
"Oh, God, Mom," he wailed helplessly. "You can't do stuff like that."
"Sowwy," I cooed warmly. It was a single word, but added to my tongue obsessively lapping at his balls, it was enough to start an engine that would not willingly be turned off again.
A mighty throb sent a rush of blood to Tom's cock, doubling the size of the flaccid member into a semi-erect baton. I wiggled my tongue against the underside of his bulging sack. "Baffbaww, Tobby!"
His fingers dug into the arms of the chair. "Mom, I love you, but please shut up!"
I swatted his thigh with my hand, but I knew he was right. I was playing with fire - or fireball, to be exact - and knew just what would happen if I weren't careful.
As fate would have it -- or rather, my poor decision making -- "careful" was the exact opposite of what I had been, and the consequences were making themselves known in a way that could not be hidden.
Tom's dick swayed back and forth in front of my eyes like the pendulum of a great clock, inflating a little more with each pass. His balls tightened in my mouth, pulling closer to his body as a powerful pump inflated his dick into the upright, rigid erection that has already twice planted its seed in my womb.
Cleo clapped her hands. "Busted! That was, like, fifteen seconds!"
Tom threw up his hands in defeat. "Well, she's down there suckling! It's impossible if you keep moving your tongue, Mom."
I shrugged and continued to lazily nurse around the root of his balls. I nudged them to the side of my cheek with my tongue, creating just enough room to speak through the crack of my lips. "Oor dah shaws, Cweo."
She twisted the cap off the bottle of Fireball to pour the shots like I'd asked. "On it."
Tom sighed. "You know we could have done that if you hadn't been making it difficult."
I made a similar event out of relinquishing his balls as he had with my nipple, popping the heavy orbs out of my maw with a succulent plop. "Sorry, honey. I just couldn't resist having a bit of fun."
Cleo clicked her tongue with disapproval. "Such a disobedient puppy, you are."
I reached around my neck and tugged at the collar. "I forgot about this thing. Can I take it off yet?"
Cleo handed me a full-to-the-brim shot glass. "Drink this first."
I sat in my chair again and grabbed the glass, then gestured for Tom to toast with me before we downed the vile, orange liquid. It burned like hell going down, just as it always did, in a special way that only cinnamon can.
"God," Tom choked out. "That is disgusting."
I unclipped the dog collar and threw it on the table. "You can say that again. At least I'm free of that thing. Is my neck red, Tommy?"
He leaned in to examine my throat. "No, it's alright. I gotta admit, though, it did look kind of hot."
I shooed him away. "You're just saying that because I was naked! You'd call me sexy in a party hat."
He thought about it for a moment. "Hmm. What colour is the hat?"
Luke broke up our flirting with a very intentional clearing of his throat. "May we continue? It's my turn, after all. I pick..." He looked around the table. "Tommy."
"Truth!" Tom spat out. "I can't do another dare like that. Just give me the truth."
Luke seemed to understand his plight, so he tapped the button without any additional teasing. "Alright, man, but this one might not be as easy as you think."
"Hit me."
Luke took a deep breath. "Who in the room gives the best blowjobs?"
Cleo snorted arrogantly, and I responded with a flurry of daggers in her direction. "Explain that snort, sis."
She gawked. "Well, isn't it obvious? Of course he's going to say you, but he's lying."
I recoiled. "Excuse you? He would be telling the truth, actually, since I'm a hundred times the cocksucker that you'll ever be."
"It's fine to be wrong," she taunted viciously, "but jealousy is a bad look on you."
There was one easy way to settle the dispute, and the idea seemed to cross both of our minds at the same time. Cleo got to her feet and pointed to one of the comfy chairs in the corner of the room. "Lukey, up. Get in the big chair."
The poor boy looked like a falsely accused puppy. "Wait, why? What did I do?"
I tapped Tom on the wrist and gestured with my eyes to the chair opposite the one that Cleo was pointing at. "You too, honey."
Tom was a little quicker than his cousin. "Are you going to blow us?"
I nodded. "Seems that way, doesn't it? Do you want Mommy to suck your dick, sweetheart?"
His eyes widened by a full inch, followed by an unnecessary nod to confirm what I already knew. His dick had not even begun to soften since my mouth had left his balls.
The boys scrambled, tripping over their own feet to be the first one in their respective big chair. The extra leg room would make it easier for me and Cleo to get into position at their feet.
"Rules?" Cleo asked.
"First one to make their son cum wins," I stated.
"Anything goes?"
I nodded.
Cleo massaged her throat with one hand. "I guess it's a good thing we had a light lunch."
I straightened my neck and rolled my chin back and forth, hoping to elongate my soon-to-be-packed gullet with a few cursory stretches. "Loser cooks dinner solo."
Cleo shrugged, completely unfazed. "It's your funeral."
From his chair, Luke piped up. "But, we already know you guys are good at blowjobs. Remember on the boat?"
Though we were in fierce competition, his innocuous comment gave us something to unite over.
"Oh, Lukey," his mother hummed softly.
I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees, bringing myself down to eye level with my seated nephew. "That was just for funsies. This is for real."
Luke gulped. "Uh, okay. What do we do?"
Cleo plucked a hairband from around her wrist to tie back her mane, then handed me one so that I could do the same. "You cum, sugar. That's all we need from you."
I secured my blonde hair in a ponytail and tucked it behind my back, then pointed to the throw pillow behind Tom's back. "Can I have that for my knees, honey?"
Tom passed me the pillow, and his cousin did the same for his own mother. We may have been feral for cock, but we were still cognizant of how painful bruised kneecaps were.
The two of us knelt down onto the fluffy buffers and got comfortable between our son's legs, then turned to each other for a final nod of confirmation.
"May the best mouth win," I said with a confident wink.
"Count us down, sugar," Cleo asked of her son.
Luke began to count down from three, but his voice was background noise that barely registered in my brain. Being face to face with a cock as magnificent as my son's made it hard to think about anything else.
I was being lulled into a hypnotic, lustful trance that grew stronger each time his dick flexed. The depth of my obsession ran directly parallel to the fullness of his erection, and as long as it maintained its menacing size, I would remain mesmerized.
I caught myself holding a breath that I had not intended to, and released it as a sigh. "Jesus, honey."
It was clear that having his balls sucked had only increased his vigor, and a full-service blowjob was something that no man could decline. Even if the roof had collapsed at that very moment Tom would have surely insisted that I carry out my promise.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that Luke had said, "Three," and the unmistakable sound of wet suction in my left ear made it clear that Cleo had not wasted a second of time. She was at a disadvantage, after all, since her son was not yet hard like mine was.
Tom looked down at me expectantly, watching with glee as I placed my hands on his thighs, palms facing down, and leaned in to bump my lips against his balls.
I breathed in his scent, grazing the base of his dick with the tip of my nose, then stuck out my tongue. With the tip of the slimy pink snake I traced small exes across the surface of one of his fat testicles.
In the right light, his towering cock would have cast a shadow that spanned my entire face. It stood so high above me that, with my face buried against his balls, I could not see the end of it.
Out of the corner of my eye, and around the girth of Tom's cock, I spied Cleo pulling his son's dick out of her throat. He was as hard as Tom, so I knew I did not have a moment to waste.
Tom noticed, too, and was quick to point it out. "I think they're already starting, Mom."
I put a finger to my lips to shush him. "Hush. Let me work, honey."
With the same hand that had silenced him, I wrapped my fingers around the root of his cock and tilted it towards my mouth. The bulging mushroom cap pulsated, radiating a fierce heat, aching for the same treatment that its opponent was receiving just a few feet away.
I would have gladly spent another few minutes working up to the main event. There were several more steps in my routine that I wanted to undertake, but I opted to skip them all and cut right to the part where I unhinged my jaw like a python, my tongue dangling lazily from my mouth, and thrust Tom's dick straight to the back of my throat.
He almost leapt out of the chair when the head slammed into the back of my gullet. "Holy fuck, Mom!"
My tongue was lodged beneath his balls, cradling the tightly pulled eggs on a soft, lush carpet while the rest of his dick thrashed viciously against the walls of my throat. Each mighty flex drove the piston against my uvulae, but even as a small tear welled up in the corner of my eye, I did not relent.
I kept my lips clinging to his shaft as I pulled my head back. I took a deep breath through my nose to steady myself, storing up oxygen in my lungs while I readied for another dive.
One hand was not enough to properly keep Tom in place while I tended to him. I attached the other one around his balls, encircling the plump sack in my thumb and forefinger, and gave them a tender squeeze.
"Ohhhh, fuck," Tom groaned, his eyes defocusing a little. "Can you go back do--"
Gulp!
"--oooown!"
I was at the bottom, my lips secured around the base, before he had finished speaking.
I tightened my throat, collapsing the soft walls around him while he was buried to the hilt. Back and forth, only moving an inch or so, I worked my lips over the root. I wanted to nudge the head against back wall of my throat, well aware that it would feel amazing for him.
His entire length seized up, throbbing against the confines of its sweltering, slimy cage to tell me that it was impressed with my work. I'm slightly ashamed to admit that the encouragement from his cock, which had not even been vocalized by the man himself, made me blush with pride. If his dick was happy, I was happy.
The best part, which Tom would soon realize, was that I had not even begun to show him the depths - pun intended - of what my mouth could do. He wouldn't have to wait long; I wanted to show him - show off for him - more than anything in the world.
I pulled my head back, slithering his sizable dong from my esophagus. I choked on the first rush of cool air that hit my lungs, but could not stop myself from deeply inhaling through the gooey strands of saliva that coated my lips, some of which had dribbled down onto my chin.
I thumped Tom's hammer against my cheek; it made wet smacking sounds when it landed against my skin. I caressed the length, pressing the side of his dick - hot to the touch and throbbing with his heartbeat - against my cheek to sandwich him against me.
Then I flicked my tongue out of my mouth to tickle him. "I have an idea."
"Y-yeah?" he mumbled.
"Can you stand up?"
He focused his vision on me, finally coming down from the clouds. "Why?"
I put on the biggest, most sincere smile I could muster. "So that you can fuck my face, sweetheart."
Cleo popped her son's dick out of her mouth with a loud pop. "Cheater! We said they were gonna sit down!"
I scooted back and tugged on Tom's arms to pull him to his feet. "Well, things change."
She scowled at me, but it was playful. "Fine with me. On your feet, sugar!"
She, too, pulled her son out of his chair so that each of our boys were standing over us, their dicks bouncing at eye level.
Tom looked apprehensive. "Er, I've never really--"
"I know," I interrupted, "but now you can. Just grab the sides of my head and use my mouth like a pussy. Can you do that?" I knew he could; he just needed the invitation.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
I opened my jaw and stuck my tongue out until the tip touched my chin, then angled my head up at Tom so he could see deep into my throat. "Uh-huh."
Taking him to the balls had been one thing, but it did not hold a candle to the offer I had just given him. Even back on the boat, when they had seen just how deep our throats were, it had been a relaxing journey for their cock heads to sink to the bottom. Telling Tom to liberally fuck my face made that seem like a walk in the park.
Their position was awkward, so I gave him some instruction. "Grab onto my ponytail. Put your other hand on the side of my face - yeah, like that, but wrap your fingers under my chin."
When he finally had a hold of me, I felt like a toy. His hands were almost twice the size of mine, and feeling his fingers compress around my jaw made my heart flutter. I was never much of a fan of cramped spaces, but I got a thrill out of having my son's power, which was typically a source of safety, being used against me.
I tucked my hands behind my back and gazed up at him, silently communicating that it was he who was in charge. With his hands around my skull, I could not see Cleo whatsoever. I could, however, see her son, and the smile on his face as he pushed his hips forward - then the ecstasy that followed - and entered her throat.
"Mmghmpf!" Cleo cried when he hit the back of her throat. I could hear her feet kicking against the carpet floor of the patio, making a rapid drumroll while she gagged on him.
I motioned to our noisy cohorts with my eyes a couple of times. "See, honey? Just like that."
Tom huffed in disbelief, but he was ready to see for himself whether or not I could live up to the hype. He bumped the tip of his dick against my nose, then my upper lip, prodding around for the mouth of the muggy cave.
I needed no magic word to open for him, and obediently parted my lips just wide enough for him to slip the head between them. They clung to the surface of the smooth helmet, following its swollen shape until the entire dome was inside. He had set the proverbial nail; all that was left was to drive it home.
With one powerful push, he did just that. His fingers coiled tightly into my hair, digging against my scalp as he dragged me face-first to the base of his cock.
Despite all of the buildup, I was surprise when he forcefully jammed himself into my gullet with the force of a steam engine. My body heaved forward, trying in vain to remove the intruder from my throat in a way that only served to rigorously massage him with a convulsing tunnel of soft, soggy tissue.
I dug my nails into my palms and buckled down, confident that I would not waver as long as I stayed focused.
"Is that okay, Mom?" he asked with concern.
"Guh-hugh!" I warbled weakly. It was hard to speak with his engorged bulb plugging my throat, so I hoped that he could read the enthusiasm by looking into my eyes-- though I feared he would not be able to through the tears.
They had not come yet, but his first plunge had made me lurch with such force that I could already feel the hot, biting salt welling up behind my eyes by the time he pulled out for a second one.
He brutally shoved himself back into my mouth, producing a wet, wretched gurgle that sounded like I was drowning in a puddle of heavy cream. Heat rushed to my face as my body instinctively rebelled against the perceived attack, but I was strong enough to force it into submission.
Tom thrust his dick a few more times, growing used to the sensation of treating my mouth as though his loving, doting, wonderful mother were not attached to it.
He had secured my head in one place by then, and taken to thrusting his hips rather than wrenching my face onto him. Considering how hard he was going, I was happy for the change, as it likely saved me from having my spine fractured.
My breaths in between each of those thrusts were rapid, because they had to be. He was picking up speed and growing more careless with his strength with every thrust. In the brief window where he pulled out, I would draw a heaving breath, inhaling just as much saliva as I did air, before he stifled me again.
Spit streamed from the corners of my mouth, flowing effortlessly over my chin, where it collected like a bubbly beard. From there, long stringy globs of it fell onto my breasts - sometimes with an audible splatter.
I could tell that my eyes were bloodshot from the salt stinging them. Each blink sent a droplet down my cheeks, which were both bloated and puffy from the sheer amount of cock that Tom was feeding me.
He pushed all the way to the back, but did not pull out right away. My nose was smooshed against his tummy, and my chin was pressed against his balls. I opened my eyes, but only out of my peripheral vision could I see anything other than his belly.
He pulled back just an inch or so, then plunged back into the snug pocket and plugged my airway once more. Over and over, gradually increasing his speed, he worked within that single inch of space, routinely prodding the back velvet wall with enough force that inflated cock head was squished flat.
Out of my open mouth, and against my will, my throat would make small, sloppy gulping noises each time he pulled out. Based on his tremendous groaning, he seemed to like the sound, so I played it up by accentuating each thrust with an intentional gluck.
Gluck, gluck, gluck.
Tom religiously tenderized my throat muscles until they were exhausted. Each gag made my whole body tremble, but with my head firmly trapped in his clutches, there was no amount of tremors that would shake me free.
My nose was sore from the repeated bludgeoning of his stomach slamming into me, and my jaw ached with a fiery pain, as though I had chewed a thousand wads of bubble gum. I was nearing my limit, but knew that I would push it as long as I could for Tom to be satisfied. Thankfully, by the certain intervention of some compassionate deity, I would not be made to struggle for much longer.
"Mom!" Tom squeaked, his entire body stiff. "Holy f-fuck, Mom!"
I knew exactly what he meant, and I was ready for it.
Finally, after denying myself the use of my arms despite my body crying desperately to be defended, I pulled them from behind my back and placed them on Tom's thighs. I gave him a big push and shoved my face into his crotch as hard as I could so that he would fall backwards onto the chair behind him.
His butt plopped into the seat just as he released a barbaric groan. I pushed my face into his lap to be as close to him as I could and, in keeping with that theme, wrapped my arms around his midsection like a seat belt, tethering him to me so that I could continue to suckle while he was rocked by his explosive orgasm.
That was not an exaggeration. The first rope of hot, sticky cum erupted from the tip with such remarkable energy that I did not even have time to taste it, or have the need to swallow it. The dense glue was dumped directly into my stomach, bypassing my taste buds so that he could liberally - and literally - dump his butter right into my tummy like I was a duck being fattened up for dinner.
I murmured happily, cooing with satisfaction while I nursed on the outpouring of milk. My tonsils were doused with several more streams of cum, and it was crucial to gulp them down along with the first to ensure none spilled out.
It was my reward. To have extracted such a copious amount out of him with my mouth alone exhilarated me, and every ounce that I swallowed filled me with as much pride in my heart as it did cum in my belly. The heavy soup sloshing around in my gut would, for the following couple of hours, be a constant reminder of that pride.
Tom's left leg shook uncontrollably, his nerves flooded with pleasure to the point of overloading. Luckily for him, the last few dribbles of cum were finally being coaxed out, and he would soon return to normal. I feared that even just two or three more explosive eruptions would have been catastrophic, and perhaps put him in some sort of orgasm-induced coma from which he would never awaken.
Though his balls had been emptied, his dick continued to reflexively twitch every couple of seconds. It felt like the damn thing was alive in my mouth, fighting to stay inside it as I slowly slid my lips off of him. I released him and let his softening member fall against his tummy, where it continued to impress me with its lively pulsations. I had never seen a man's cock move like that.
I rested my head on his thigh and took a much-needed deep breath. "Good job, honey."
Tom scoffed. "Good job, you! You're incredible, Mom. That was... that was..."
"Incredible?" I offered.
"Yeah, fucking incredible."
Luke moaned in the chair next to us. "You can say that again."
Tom and I looked at him in a flash and instantly realized that the competition was a bust.
"Wait," he said, "are you guys done, too?"
Cleo patted her tummy with a wink. "Oh, he's done all right. Trust me."
I rolled my eyes. "So both of us were too busy blowing our boys to see who actually finished first?"
Cue a few awkward glances at each other. "Dammit!"
"Sorry, Mom."
"Yeah, sorry, Aunt Deb. I think we just got a little distracted because it felt so good."
Cleo gave an exasperated wail. "So it's a tie? That sucks! Who makes dinner, then?"
I shrugged and patted my full, bloated belly in the same way she had. "I don't know about you, but I don't even want to think about eating for at least an hour."
I thought briefly about engaging in another competition -- some sort of tiebreaker that would set the record straight -- but one look down at my boobs made it clear that I had other priorities.
It was a miracle that I had swallowed all of Tom's come without spilling any, but the same could not be said for my own saliva. My breasts were a complete and utter mess that I did not believe could be cleaned with a simple towel, and Cleo looked no better.
Between the two of us, there was probably an entire cup of bubbly drool that was trailing down our breasts. I wasn't sure just how wet she was, but simply by clenching my legs together I could tell that the trails of saliva running down over my pudgy stomach had reached my pussy fur and begun to seep in.
We exchanged a shared look and telepathically agreed that we needed to get cleaned up.
"You boys up for swim?" Cleo asked, to which they could not have said "Yes!" fast enough.
The two of them raced off to get their swimming shorts while my sister and I basked in the afterglow of a job well done. Just as she had earlier, she massaged the outside of her neck - assessing the damage, perhaps, with a before-and-after comparison.
"God," she whined. "He was fucking brutal!"
"Tom, too. I hope they never treated their girlfriends like that!"
It was sarcastic, but in my heart I knew that it would be more fulfilling to know that no other woman had brought my son to that level of pleasure before. It made me feel special.
"Nope," Cleo said with her eyebrows arched. "Just their mommies!"
That made each of us laugh a little too hard, evoking a series of harsh coughs while we contended with the mild bruising in our throats.
Luke and Tom returned with their suits and were racing each other to the water before we had even gotten up off of the floor.
It seemed that no matter what ideas were we had for that weekend, the boys were up to try anything. The only question was what to do next...