8 comments/ 198606 views/ 16 favorites Mystery Lover Ch. 02 By: jack30341 (This is a continuation of "Mystery Lover". By the way, this story takes a long time to unfold.) The last few days I've been preoccupied with what happened between my husband, and then my son, and I. After my husband's great trick on me, I stepped things up by continuing the game and taking my son for a wild and taboo ride which I now realize was irresponsible and immoral. Fortunately and unbelieveably, the incident didn't create some sort of emotional or psychological mess at home. My husband, Bill, and I have been a little distant, but that had started a little before, as our increased sexual adventures were not the only playing he was doing. And this kinkiness was only one more step in his mid-life wildness. I sort-of thought it was also a way of backing me off any questioning of him about his increased time away from home and some of his secretiveness about what he was up to. Even more luckily, my son, Brad, didn't freak-out or anything. He's always had it together, and he and I have always been close. This seemed to be something we both were taking it easy with, and we just continued to be close and open with one another. The past few days we had the occasional contact and awkward smiles, but we otherwise just continued on, all of us, with our routines. With Bill staying gone alot, it seemed Brad and I had more time alone together. It was during one of these evenings that I thought it best to bring things out in the open about how we should see this as having been just a really weird and one-time thing. Brad was watching TV when I came home from working-out, and I sat next to him. He smiled to me, and let me know I had his attention. "Hey, we gotta talk, pal," I started. "Listen, everything's fine," he tried to assure me. "I know, honey. It is, but it isn't. Listen, what happened should have never happened. You just got caught-up in some of mine and your dad's weirdness. It should never have happened." He looked in my eyes and smiled. "Like I said everything's fine," he replied, "we've always been close---you and me---and now I feel closer than ever. Just don't worry." He stroked my arm with his fingers. "Everything is fine, but I want you to know that if you need to talk about this more I'm here for you. And you relax, too. Nothing like that will ever happen again. You won't be put in that situation again." Brad sat up, now concerned. "Huh? Really I'm fine with what happened. I think we should just let things... ." He looked at me and let me think about what he was saying. "Brad, we'll stay close, honey. But there can't be the kind of thing that happened the other night. There just can't." He was obviously disappointed and looked away for a moment. Then, as if with a new idea, he looked back at me. "Are you saying that you regret the other night?" I looked at him. I may've even blushed a little when I gave a quick thought to how I'd gotten him back up on the bed and ridden him. "No, honey. Of course not. What I'm saying is that I've got to be responsible and do the right thing. That's all." He smiled a big grin and tilted his head to me, again looking deeply into my eyes. "Tell you what," he said, "let's both think about this. Then, let's talk again." I gave him a questioning look, and he continued. "Only, we finish this discussion tomorrow night at 7:30, and at Harry's." Harry's was the hotel bar from the other night. I chuckled and shook my head. "Listen, don't make this harder on me," I told him. "Well, I'll just feel better about how you feel about this if we talk about it away from here," he explained to me, smiling a very mischieveous grin. "Brad," I paused, "well, your dad does have a work thing again tomorrow night. Her name is probably Bambi," I joked. "So that's fine, it's just I want you to know you're not going to change my mind. So please understand." "Sure, I do," he said and he squeezed my hand as I got up to go on upstairs. I kissed him on the cheek and went on to bed. I'd like to say I put it out of my mind as having been settled, but as I laid there that night, alone in bed waiting for Bill to come home, my hands inevitably ventured down to my thighs. I thought about Brad sitting next to me on the couch, close but not coming on to me. His eyes looking to mine and him being so sweet. But especially him not wanting to give up some romantic idea about he and I. He was implying that he wanted something else to happen, and that he didn't want me to rule it out. He was still wanting to convince me, and ... well ... to have me. My wetness was all over my fingers as I stroked myself, thinking about this young man wanting me. I moved my fingers lightly over my lips and dipped them between my lips, as I thought about when I had him in my mouth and when he was deep inside me. Eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore and I let a couple of fingers graze my clit, sending me into an intense orgasm and my moaning out loud. I fell asleep thinking about tomorrow night. The next day was Thursday, and sure enough Bill again let me know he was going to be home late because of work. I wound-up preoccupied all day, and I thought of the different ways to make Brad understand that this wasn't going to work or going to happen. After work, I got a quick work-out, and I changed into casual clothes to head over for drinks. Brad was right that the change in locations, and the return to the scene of the other night, had an altering effect on the whole thing. I mean, I hadn't changed my mind. I knew what I had to do. But the whole incident didn't seem so weird or unreal. The bar, the hotel, drinks--- it was more an adult thing, and I didn't worry as much. I walked confidently into the dark bar and I immediately saw my son sitting at a table away from the bar itself, waiting for me. Always the gentleman, he stood as I came up, and he kissed me on the cheek. "Hi," he smiled, "you look great." He had a glass of wine he knew I liked there for me which I eagerly tried. "So do you," I replied without thinking and without meaning to send any message. He seemed to sit up straighter with my compliment and I remembered that he was younger and that I had to be more aloof. For his own sake. After some pleasantries, he talked about how he was soon leaving for another term of college, and he flirted with me about having made him not as interested in pursuing the girls at school. "Oh, right!" I responded increduously, "Like I'm any match for those young things, Brad." I laughed. "You're more than a match. You know that." This warmed me up. "Really?" I wanted to know. "Absolutely, but even more so if you learned to relax more." He said this matter of factly. "What? You've gotta be kidding me? Don't forget, I'm your mother and I think it's fair to say I got pretty relaxed the other night." And we both laughed at this. "What I mean is, sexually. It was like you couldn't let me please you. It had to be you doing instead of getting, so to speak." He let that comment hang there. The other night I had let him briefly go down on me at first but not later on the bed when I wanted to ride him. "Well, that was very early on, and when I had something I felt I had to do." I said this and I immediately wanted it back. "Really?" He seemed taken back, and I looked away. "Listen," he moved closer to me as he spoke and brought my attention back to his eyes. His face was closer to me now as he spoke softer to me. "I've thought alot about the other night and about how it started. And, I've thought about wanting to do something for you. Something like what got this whole thing started." I looked at him and he could see I was totally intrigued. "Brad, what are you talking about? What have you got on your mind, honey?" And with this, I felt myself, against all judgment, being drawn into what he was talking about. "Mom, I think you are a very attractive woman. And, I think you are a very sexual woman, who has yet to have things that she wants." With this I felt a kind of exposure to him and a sense of danger or excitement. He knew this about me, it was true, and as my son, he shouldn't know this. "Stop this, Brad," I said trying to slow this down. "Are you playing head games with me?" "No, I'm not. I'm being honest with you. I want to be with you and I want to see you like you were the other night, only more so. Do you want that?" I got another glass of wine, and he drank another beer. Then, as if on cue, a good dance song came on, and without a word said, he took me onto the dance floor and we danced together. After the fast dance song came the slow song, and I started back to the table. He reached to my arm, and with me smiling, he had me back out on the dance floor, swaying in his arms. I really enjoyed being close to him and after time I felt him there pressed against me with his hardness. I didn't move away. He whispered into my ear. "I've thought about how I wound up in that room that night with you." "You mean, your dad?" I asked, looking to him. "No, I mean your fantasy." Then, the music stopped, and he started to the table. I had to catch-up to him. I immediately wanted to know what he was talking about. "I'm talking about what you wanted that night. I'm talking about there being you in that bedroom, one man with you, and then another man with you. And you wanting it again and again." My mouth dropped open and the waitress brought me another glass of wine he'd ordered for me. "Stop it, Brad," I felt flushed and in a daze. I looked at him and gave him the most honest and pleading look I could muster. "Brad, I came here tonight to be good to you and to try to smooth this over. Maybe we shouldn't have come here, but you know I can't let this continue." Brad brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it gently. I didn't know what he had in mind. "Mom, I've got a friend at the bar." He paused and let this sink in. I stared at him with my mouth open. He continued, holding my gaze. "I'm going to go say hello, and when I do, I want you to take a look at him. A good look at him, because I'm going to ask you something important when I get back." Brad smiled at me, knowing how utterly surprised and startled I had to be right then. Me, well, I couldn't speak, but my heart was racing and I was as excited as I had ever been in my life. Brad got up and left the table, and I took a long drink from my wine, which I desperately needed. My head was spinning. After a brief moment, I turned slowly to look to the bar, trying to be as discreet as I could. I saw there my son talking to another good-looking young man, and they were acting friendly and nonchalant. The more I looked the more I noticed the attractiveness of my son's friend. While my son was a tall, well-built handsome sort, the friend had well-defined and attractive features and was a different kind of man than my son. The friend was not as tall but was slender and looked as if he could model. But there was no denying that they were both attractive and both sexually appealing. After some conversation, Brad came back to the table. He stood next to me and looked at me a while without saying anything. "Brad, despite what I've done already, I don't think you should assume you can bring some one in here and send me upstairs. Is that what you think of me?" "Mom, I'm assuming nothing. I want for you to have something you probably have never had before. But it's totally up to you." He again paused and looked at me, looking to my eyes, my mouth, and to my chest before looking back to my eyes. "We can leave right now and forget about this. ... Or, I can go to the restroom, and he'll come ask you to dance and you can meet him if you like." I didn't immediately reply. He smiled. Then, I smiled and looked away, trying to still get my sense of this and over my surprise. Brad walked away from the table, and I braced myself for what was next. Seconds passed, and I heard a male voice. "Would you like to dance?" He was smiling and holding out his hand. He was more striking up close. I put my hand in his. The next moments were a blur. Dancing with the friend who I didn't take my eyes off of as I wondered how much younger he was and of the different women he could easily have with his looks. The blur of after the dance when I was sitting with both of these young men and listening to talk of college and their activities when all I could think about was the setting. I mean, obviously Brad had set this up. They were there with me and for me. Yet, as I sat there I had an overwhelming feeing, thinking about what could happen and just how I did and didn't have control. There was a brief silence, and it was at that time that I realized my panties were sticking to my crotch and I was trying to figure out what was going to happen next. "Let's have a drink upstairs," Brad said, and the friend looked at me. His eyes were inviting, and I was captivated by him. I then gave Brad a long look as well. "Let's," I nodded. I walked out of the bar with Brad on one side of me, and the friend, who I now knew as Patrick, on the other side of me. I remember seeing a woman watching me pass with these two guys beside me, and it was as if she couldn't take her eyes off us. She was staring as if she were imagining it was her and as if a fantasy was about to take place. With that, I walked a little more easily and comfortably between these two men. No one else seemed to take notice of the sight of this older woman walking with two young guys at her side, both young enough to be her sons... and one of them in fact was! Through the lobby we went to the elevators that would take us to a hotel room. There was a slight pause and then we were on the elevator up, with an elevator full of people who seemed to pay no mind to the three of us, I thought. I mean, if only one of them thought about what could be happening. These two boys taking a woman up to a room to share? We left the elevator and Brad led us down the hall. Brad let us in the room, and we seemed to each walk slowly inside the room. Patrick walked over to the window with its view over the city which he seemed to take in. I walked over beside him and looked also, trying to remember to breathe. Brad walked up behind me and hugged me lovingly from behind. His hands moved to my hips and pulled me back against him. I leaned into him and relaxed. Patrick came in front of me and looked into my eyes. His long, slender hands cupped my face and he brought his lips to mine in a slow gentle kiss. His lips felt good against mine and I felt Brad's hands move up my sides. Patrick gave me several short kisses that sucked at my lips as Brad brought his hands to the buttons of my blouse. I was weak in my knees as I felt Brad undoing the buttons of my blouse and Patrick now running his hands through my hair in a firm but loving way of controlling the way my mouth was there for him. Patrick backed away from me just a couple of steps and started to take his shirt off, as he watched Brad pull my blouse down over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Patrick watched Brad unfasten the clasp that held my breasts in my bra at the front and I liked the reaction in Patrick's eyes as my tits were fully exposed to him by Brad pulling the bra completely off. My nipples were hard and swayed upon their release. Brad was working at the back of my skirt as Patrick tugged his trousers down and off. He returned my grin as I looked to him after seeing his tented boxers exposed. Brad worked my skirt down my thighs, as I ran my hands down Patrick's chest. I got to his boxers and started pulling them down. His tented front of the boxers made it difficult to remove them and he moved backward to lay on the back on the bed. In my focus on Patrick's boxers, I hadn't realized that Brad had gotten my panties down and off me, but I realized it when Patrick was laying back on the bed and staring at my exposed pussy as I climbed on the bed. Patrick laid back and put his hands next to his head, sprawled on the bed and waiting on me. I sensed Brad undressing behind me as I made my way up the bed to try to reach Patrick's boxers again. There was a reason they hadn't come off the first time I'd tried, as they still seemed collected at the base of Patrick's unexposed cock. I was bent over on all fours with my hands on Patrick's boxers at the sides when he lifted his hips for me to slide them off. I pulled on the elasic band and watched the medium thickness of a smooth penis appear. I pulled down more on the boxers and the fabric came furhter down his cock. The member still strained against the boxers, and I looked up at Patick who gave me a wicked and knowing smile. My breath seemed to shorten, and I pulled further on down Patrick's hips. Now the fabric only seemed to confine a bent end of a penis, but the boxers were more than halfway to Patrick's knees, it seemed. I lifted the boxers off the head of Patrick's cock and it seemed to flop forward and up, in a wobbly and obscene way that I then pushed my face against. At the same time, Brad positioned himself between my raised ass from the back, and licked my soaked pussy from the front to the back and on up to my ass, causing me to groan from within my throat. I looked at the long and thick penis move against Patrick's abdomen and I brought my mouth to his balls, where they were full and tight. I licked and licked against his scrotum and Brad licked my folds behind me. The feeling was like I was wetting myself and I couldn't stop. Brad's face had to be wet with my juices behind me but all I could think about was licking from the base of the largest and longest cock I'd seen in my life up to its head. As I brought my mouth up his shaft, I looked up at Patrick who looked down at me. I licked that special place right underneath the head of Patrick's cock like I was licking ice cream, making my mouth as wet as I could for him. I was thinking about whether I'd be able to take all of him, and I tried to get myself ready by pushing my hips further back against Brad who still lapped at my pussy. I sucked on the head of Patrick's cock and was starting to move my way down as best I could on his shaft when I felt Brad enter me from behind. I guess it was from my focus on Patick's cock, but I just didn't expect Brad to enter me yet and and I half yelped and half moaned into Patrick's cock in my mouth. I sucked on his cock but didn't move my head as I felt Brad start to move back and forth inside me. The thought of Brad, my son, fucking me from behind, and him having arranged all of this, suddenly made me cum against his shaft and I had to take Patrick's cock from my mouth and pump it with my fist as I shivered through my climax. "Yes baby yes," I urged to Brad as I shook and shuddered against him. That in turn caused Brad to pound harder against me and start moaning as he came into me, pushing into me deeply. Brad pressed into me until he was fully released and I stayed still a moment with the base of Patrick's penis still in my grasp. Brad slipped back from me and I looked up at Patrick who was nodding to me. Brad and Patrick seemed to quickly change positions, and I rolled over onto my back. My pussy already felt warm and moist where Brad had just been, but I looked over to see Patrick climbimng between my spread legs. Brad put my hand on his penis as he put his hips next to my face. For all the rawness of that move, he then stroked my hair with his hand in a loving gesture. I moved my hand up and down Brad's shaft as he started to thicken again. I looked over to him to see him, since he was getting hard again, and I saw he was looking down between my legs at Patrick. Patrick stroked his cock a couple of times as if to show it to me again. My legs were apart, and bent at the knee as i waited for him. Even though Brad had just fucked me, I still worried about taking Patrick. Mystery Lover Ch. 02 "Easy, okay?" I urged him. He half-closed his eyes and nodded, and I realized I wasn't the first woman to say this to him. He took his hands and grabbed behind my knees, and I say "grabbed" because that's exactly the way it felt. He then lifted my legs so my ass tilted off the bed and I knew I was open to him. He moved up further against me and I felt that cockhead press into me. Patrick put his hands by my sides, prone over me and I tried to relax myself against him. Meanwhile, Brad was getting hard again and he started moving the smooth head of his cock over my lips, cheeks, and all over my face. Brad laid up toward the head of the bed since Patrick was over me. What I was distinctly aware of though was Patrick dragging his cockhead through my pussy lips and into me trying to tease me and get me ready. I looked up at Patrick who was looking down at me and I told him straight out. "Yeah, I want it." Even though I was having to say it with Brad's penis moving over my face, Patrick understood. He slid futher into me to the first place he stopped and I cried out from my throat. This scared Brad who stopped and asked was I alright. "Yes. And whatever you do, don't stop, " I managed to say back. Patrick started moving against me and I moved my legs back some which he noticed and helped me get them up higher. Patrick moved in gentle, firm strokes more and more into me, bucking my body forward with each upstroke. The feeling was immense as I felt all of Patrick filling me. I tried to move my legs further apart and the waves of another orgasm began. I relaxed into Patrick who was starting to move harder and faster. I moved my face to the side and let Brad push his penis into my mouth. I closed my mouth and sucked on him as I gave a constant moaning sound. I started coming hard and grunting, and the combination of that and the sight of me sucking on Brad was too much for Patrick, who I heard start saying that he was coming, too. The overwhelming sensations and Patrick's orgasm pushed me into dizzying and rolling orgasms that almost were too much, as I laid there shaking and groaning, feeling Patrick still releasing into me. Both Patrick and Brad stopped shortly afterwards, and I felt Patrick withdraw and then Brad from my mouth although he was still hard. I relaxed my legs and laid there, still racked from my orgasms and the feeling of being overwhelmed by it all. Though I didn't look directly to him, I could tell Patrick was gathering his clothes to dress and leave. Brad came back into view when I saw him propped over me and kissing my stomach. I let my hand go into his hair and stroke his hair, as he soothingly planted light kisses to my abdomen. It wasn't long and I heard Patrick say good-bye and the door closed. With that, Brad started tracing his kisses to my wet and matted mound and he separated my legs some. I thought about him having been there and come, and then Patrick as well, and I braced my legs some. "Brad, no," I said softly. Brad kept kissing and used his hands to part my legs more. Then he moved my knees up, giving him more access to me, and I could hardly believe it when he started licking-up the folds of my wetness there. "Ooooooo," I cooed at the further stimulation there. He started sucking against me there, and I felt another wave of arousal, raw this time for Brad. After he lapped at me for a while, I drew my legs up again. He brought himself up to his knees facing me between my legs and stroking his hard cock. "Tell me you want me, again," he said to me with the most mischieveous of grins. "Brad, fuck me again, baby," I said, getting into it. He moved forward, and started putting himself into me again. "Tell me," he said as he started stroking me. "Fuck me, Brad," I urged him on as he sped up his movements against me. "That's it baby. Go ahead and fuck me hard." I told him, knowing how even more turned on I was making him. "Harder." He was pumping faster and faster, and my legs were up in the air. There was that flesh slapping flesh sound again in the room. "You're gonna make me come again, Brad," I said loudly, and as he drove hard and fast, I knew he was about to come. I wanted to make it as intense as I could for him. "Oh Brad, I love you fucking me, baby. You had me fuck you and your friend. Did you like watching your mother fuck your friend? Give it all to me. Come inside me." And with that, Brad yelled as he started to come inside me, again. Mystery Lover Ch. 03 "Listen, this isn't a good idea," I said to Brad weakly. "Ssshhh," he quietened me, "just relax. We talked about this." "I know, honey. But, this was crazy enough before. We should leave well enough alone." Brad looked at me in his caring way that he knew would soothe me. It'd been more and more this way, since my husband had been staying gone, and I'd relied more and more on Brad for emotional support. "What is the word?" he asked me, not really wanting to know himself, because we'd already been over this a couple of times. No, he was asking me again as a way of telling me I had a safety net. A way to stop things at any time. "Red," I replied as I closed my eyes. Brad embraced me and I leaned into his embrace, as we stood next to the hotel room bed. I couldn't believe we were here again. The room was so quiet and seemed its own little world, where my son and I created our own place and time. Tonight was no different. Brad pulled back from me and walked to the overnight bag. I turned to the window, with its wide view of the city, many stories up from where people were going about their Friday evening. I was looking out that window, when Brad came up behind me. He reached his arms around me and held the black blindfold in front of my face. "Are you ready?" "Yes," I nodded, a resignation in my voice. He brought the soft cloth to my face and adjusted it to where it covered my eyes. I felt him clip it in place at the back of my head. And with that, I was in the dark. No more city view from the window, no more looking about the hotel room, and no more visual of my son to know he was there. I mean, I trusted that he wouldn't leave. We'd discussed that part too, and I knew he wanted to stay. But still, not being able to see him... . The first night with Brad, it'd been very dark, but I was able to see and it was very different. Now, my senses kicked into overdrive as there was no sight and only darkness. Brad started the zipper down the back of my dress. Even though, I'd known that this was to happen, it now struck me that I was going to be completely nude soon, and I wouldn't know how or who may be seeing me. The zipper came to its end right at the base of my back, and Brad then placed his hands to my shoulders and slipped the dress over them, as he let his hands drift over my chest, running them over my bra and stomach to get my dress to the floor. "Yes," he softly spoke when he saw that there were no panties where he expected them. "Tell the truth. You want this, don't you?" he said. I felt a slight tremble at this as I knew he was feeling emboldened. His hands easily unclasped the strap at my back and my bra fell from my chest. I felt my nipples harden in the cool air of the room and I tried to stay motionless. Brad's fingertips traced at my stomach, and I went to place my hands on his. "No, no. Remember what we said." He said it gently, but firmly. I put my hands back to my sides. His fingers made their way slowly upward. Right at the bottom of my breasts, he let them linger. He then brought his hands from the bottoms of my breasts to hold them in his hands, cupping them. I sighed heavily. He gently squeezed them, and I sighed a little harder. His fingers came to my nipples and traced them in circles. He pulled at them and I felt my response between my legs. He only did this a moment, and it was as if he sensed my arousal and stopped, only letting me get to a certain point. He took me by the hand and brought me to the bed, guiding me and helping me recline down until I was fully laid out on top of the bed. The bed was soft and comfortable as I tried to make myself relax. I stretched my legs and moved my arms by my side, trying to orient myself to the bed as I laid there in blinded darkness. I heard Brad beside the bed, and when I heard him pick-up the phone and start dialing it, I again trembled. Even though I knew he was going to call downstairs, it still startled me. "Yeah, okay." This was all he said and hung-up. He lifted my left wrist and I felt the scarf encircle it and pull it away from me. Within a couple of seconds, my wrist was stationary and out to my left at the bed post. Brad went around the bed and grasped my other wrist. He deliberately pulled at me and my torso involuntarily lurched to my right. I sharply inhaled, as I knew he was letting me know he was handling me. I reflexively brought my legs together, and held them there as I realized his pulling motion had centered me in the bed. When the other scarf had been fixed to the other post, there was silence as I could only imagine Brad looking down at his mother, laid naked before him on the bed, her wrists cuffed in scarves he had himself tied to bed posts. I breathed heavily, knowing how exposed I was and how obscene it must have appeared, me laying there before him and having let him arrange me this way. I could hear him undo his belt, unzip his trousers and start to undress. I couldn't help a little squirm of my hips as I lay there trying to picture his body standing beside the bed. Suddenly, the bed moved down a little and to the left as Brad got on the mattress beside me. He was careful not to let me feel anything of him at first and all I had was silence and darkness. I could sense him near me and I laid there frozen waiting to feel him. The only thing I felt was a sensation at my lips. Smooth warm flesh. Not lips, not a hand. The hardness and smoothness traced at my lips and I parted my lips in anticipation. Brad put his cockhead at my mouth and rested it there and I kissed at it letting my tongue press to him. Off to the side, I heard the door. A key worked the lock and the door opened. Brad brought his cock from my mouth, and the next I felt he kissed me and he got up. "She's hot," a young male voice said to Brad and I could only sense them standing beside the bed. Then, I heard more clothes seeming to come off, as I felt what had to be Brad's hands at my legs. He massaged up and down my hips, occasionally rubbing his hands over my stomach. The darkness made the room seem vast and I was ever aware of how exposed I was. Brad's touch felt soothing , but my legs were still together, even though I knew they could see the little brownish-blonde strip of pubic hair plainly visible to them. Brad brought his face to my waist and started at my skin there, kissing a line across my lower stomach. As I felt his face move on my stomach, I suddenly felt the visitor's hand brush at my hair. His hand brushed at my hair and his second hand caressed my cheek. He tenderly kissed my forehead as I felt Brad drift lower on my waist. Soon Brad placed his face to my patch of pubic hair and kissed me there. My hips pressed forward as my second lover started kissing across my face, sweetly pecking kisses while moving to my mouth. By the time his mouth was at mine I opened my mouth to him and let him kiss me, his soft, full lips molding to mine. As his kiss enveloped me, I felt Brad kiss lower at my mound and his hands moved my legs apart. Soon Brad was at the tops of my legs, kissing toward my crotch, and spreading my legs apart for more access, as the young man at my face held my face in his hands and started kissing me more fully, moving his tongue into my mouth. I kissed back and moved for him as his tongue filled my mouth and we kissed passionately. I heard myself moaning into his mouth when I felt Brad bring his tongue straight up the lips of my wet pussy. Brad lapped at me, and the man at my face passionately french-kissed me exploring my mouth. As I laid there, another noise sounded out that made me freeze. I had been overwhelmed with these two guys on me and orally taking me, and I struggled to piece together what was occurring. The next sound was the door closing, and I realized what I had just heard was the unlocking of the door again. The knowledge of a third person with me in the room sent chills over me as my already-wet pussy spasmed at Brad's mouth. I groaned into the continued kissing of the first guy, and struggled to hear what this new guy was doing. In only a moment I was hearing more clothes coming off. I groaned unable to accept that this was really happening. The guy at my mouth stopped kissing me and I was left breathing heavily, almost in a pant. His body got onto the bed and I tried desperately to place in my head where everyone was at. Brad was pleasing me still at my pussy as I tingled and thought of how he must be taken with just how soaked I was there. There was a guy on my right who tilted my face toward him. He put flesh to my lips and I was then aware that I was being given the second dick of the evening to kiss. I did, puckering my lips to its mushroom head and pressing before he started easing it past my lips. I licked underneath its head as he let me adjust to him in my mouth. He was soon moving in short strokes at my mouth and I held my lips to his shaft as he fucked at my mouth. As I had the cock at my mouth, I felt Brad move from my pussy and it seemed he moved from the bed. He seemed to move to the side of the bed and hold at my legs while the third guy got onto the bed and between my legs. Brad pulled up at my legs and seemed to hold them apart for the third guy. As Brad held me, I felt another hard cock at my pussy lips. It moved up and down the lips, and I immediately was aware how much more thick he was. Brad moved at my legs to open me more and I let a yelping cry escape from my throat as the cock was still in my mouth and working in and out. Despite my very wet crotch, this third man was having to stuff at my opening with his very hard cock. He had a couple of inches inside me and paused. He was letting me get used to him, as the dick at my face seemed to slow its rhythm. The man at my pussy lifted my legs and I felt my heels come to rest on his shoulders, which had the effect of tilting my ass off the bed. I felt my ass move down to where I was impaled on him and he still wasn't all the way in. As my legs were up, the cock in my mouth erupted and I clasped my mouth around the shaft and swallowed the cum spurting into my mouth. I sucked and listened to the man who was orgasming give a continous moan at his release. The man at my pussy started rocking against me there, starting the stroking of his thick cock in and out of me at will. He went at a gentle rhythm and moved in my pussy as if he were loosening me up. I got very wet at this and pushed back at him as much as I could. He seemed to get turned-on by the fact that I was starting to fuck him back and he increased his pace inside me. Soon I felt him rest more of his body on me, and the effect was for me to feel him at a different angle inside of me. I started to moan loudly, and after I did this a while, I heard grunting beside me. A moment passed and I felt a moist spray land on my face. I licked at my lips to where some was at my mouth and I tasted that salty flavor of whoever had been next to my face. The sight of that must have effected the guy inside me because I heard him gasp and felt him stiffen, as he started cumming inside me and holding himself pushed inside me tightly. For a little while, there was silence as my pussy was gaping open and I tried to catch my breath. I felt hands at each of my hands and surmised that they were loosening my binds there. I felt another hand, slick with something, go under my legs and go to the crack of my ass. The fingers dragged across my ass smearing me with whatever was on those fingers as hands at my shoulders manuevered me over onto my stomach. A finger lingered at my puckered asshole. I instinctively tensed up. He patiently and lightly glided at my hole there letting me relax. He traced circles around me and it began to feel more like a massage. He had to notice when I parted my legs some in response, and he then moved his fingertip into me, causing a sharp intake of breath from me. I again felt hands, this time at my sides and moving my hips so that they were up and in the air as my chest and arms stayed against the bed. The finger nudged a little further into my ass. The next thing I knew a guy was laying at my side and working his way underneath me while the finger pushed a little further into me. The guy lifted me to where I was a little more down the bed and with me laying on top and I felt him place his hard cock at my now drenched pussy lips once he was positioned completely under me. My mind reeled as I felt the guy under me move himself up into my pussy, I felt the finger wind around my ass stretching my hole, and I felt the bed directly in front of me move as the third guy must've been positioning himself at my face. The feeling was raw and decadent that I was here with my son, and these three guys were having their way with me and I felt so much the slut. I was as wet as I could be. The finger at my ass was replaced by hardness that I didn't think would get into me there. The cock in my pussy throbbed and poked as the bittersweet pain at my ass yielded to the tingling of sensations as I stretched. Both guys seemed to move some inside and I screamed, never having felt anything like it. "Oh, oh, OOOHHHHH," I bellowed from deep in my throat as both pushed into me again. My loudness seemed to frighten them as they both paused. The dick in my ass was gripped tight by me and I felt so very taken at that moment. It was me who moved next when I pushed back against both of them, probably much to their surprise. The one behind me groaned deeply as we all set into a rocking back and forth motion, and I knew they could both likely feel themselves in me. I had never felt so filled and taken and I was light-headed as I fucked them both. Before I could wonder about the third guy, I felt a hand in my hair. A gentle but firm pull of my hair up brought my face forward. I loved the aggressiveness of it, and even more when I felt him poke his dick at my face until I moved my mouth for him. He held at my hair as he pumped into my mouth and his hard cock almost choked me. I immediately sucked at him wantonly. The feeling of force and my openings being devoured was too much and it set off as powerful an orgasm as I'd ever had. I trembled and shook, as I felt wave after wave come over me. I let a muffled scream go at the cock that started convulsing in my mouth. His cum shot in my mouth and seeped onto my chin. The cock in my ass also let go and I could feel him shoot deep in my ass and I clenched myself as if to milk from him and he groaned deeply at this. The dick in my pussy slowed its pace as the guy behind me withdrew. I felt the guy who had been in front of me move off the bed and now the guy still in my pussy picked-up the pace. I felt the blindfold pulled from me and I found myself looking down at my son as I bounced on top of his cock. The sight of me so ravaged and still having sperm at my lips and chin made me even more self-conscious. He started pounding at me from underneath. "Yeah baby, fuck your mother good," I urged him on. And with this I felt him put a hand behind my head and bring my face to his kissing me hard. His lips slid against mine and his tongue lapped at my mouth as I thought about how this also meant he was tasting his friend's cum at his mother's lips and mouth. It was all enough to set me off on another orgasm that I hummed into his mouth because of. He soon started grunting repeatedly as I knew he was cumming inside me. I kept riding at him letting him finish deep into me. We both froze and panted, catching our breaths. As I laid there above him nude and still wtih his penis inside me, I grinned down at him. I wondered. Was he savoring how far he had taken me here? Or... . Was he already thinking of new experiences for us?