extrem incest

Her 50th birthday marked a violent change in her life. A change she had never expected, and never had wanted. Or lusted for. 12 years had passed since her husband got himself killed in a bar-fight, leaving her with their two sons care for. Fortunately he had been fairly well insured, so they always had what they needed. Her salary as a bookkeeper in a large supermarket was supplemented with monthly $5,000 insurance money.

Weeks, months and years trundled along while the boys went through high school and college. Linda minded her job, kept fit in the gym, and generally did a fine job of mothering the boys. A couple of times she had given in to a persistent colleague, but she had found no real joy in it, and to tell the truth her fine figure and pretty looks were wasted, at least from a sexual point of view.

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When the boys finished their education at the local college, they stayed on at home until they had found jobs, Kent as a teacher and Larry as an architect, and they still lived pretty close to Linda, and they visited at least once a week, often more. When Linda’s 50th birthday came closer, they had long talks about how to celebrate.

“You know,” Linda said; “50 is not that much of a fiesta. I’d much rather just have you two around on the day, and then save the family-friend party for the following Saturday.” So on her birthday she cooked a dinner for just the three of them, just like in ‘the old days’ when the boys were still living at home.

The boys had brought plenty of good wine, and contrary to her customary ways, Linda consumed quite a few glasses with the dinner, so when she and Kent moved to the sitting room, while Larry went to the kitchen to put away the dishes and make a pot of coffee, she felt a bit tipsy and giggly. They had been seated there for a while, chatting away, Linda having a couple of Baileys with her coffee, when Larry suddenly said:

“Mom, Kent and I have wondered. How come you never got yourself a boyfriend? You’re so pretty and sexy that it has to be of you own choosing.”

Linda laughed. “Sure. I’ve had a few proposals, if I may say so, and I actually bedded one of them years ago. But I’m one of those old fashioned girls who links sex with love. Not much I can do about it.”

“It’s just so incredible, mom, that you have gone all these years, never wanting for sex.”

“Oh, you’re wrong there, Kent.” She laughed again. “I’ve sure wanted for sex, but not with a man I don’t love. Do you understand that?”

“And you never loved anybody but dad?”

“I think that you two consumed all the love I could harbour.” She fell silent for a moment, and she blushed a little when she realised how her words could be interpreted. She was on the verge of saying something more, but the mere thought of the implications of her words made her chose silence.

There was no doubt that Kent and Larry had interpreted her words in just the wrong or right way, whatever you might chose. The implication of sex silenced them, too, and for more than three minutes not a word was said, while heavy thoughts and steamy dreams flew round the room. At last it was too much for Larry.

“And we think that you consumed all the love that we have. Maybe that’s why we haven’t got married yet.”

“You were also the target of all our sex fantasies when we were teenagers.”

“Oh, no. That can’t be true.”

“Sure, and we talked a lot about it, too.”

Larry looked directly at Linda and said in a very low voice: “You are still the target of my best dreams. Now I’ve said it.”

Kent looked up at Larry and then at Linda. “You know, it’s years ago that we last talked about you in this way, but I feel the same as Larry. Still do, mom.”

Linda blushed. This talk about sex fantasies had stirred emotions she couldn’t believe. It had to be the alcohol, which prevented her from rational thoughts. She felt as if another woman inside of her replied: “I never gave it a thought, then. Never. Not until now, that you bring it up. But I have to admit that I’ve always loved you so much, that the idea is not at all unpleasant.” She smiled at her boys, almost as if to hide her embarrassment at this last confession.

Kent looked at Larry for a moment. Then he got up from his armchair and looked at Linda in the sofa. “I know I’m swimming into dangerous waters, but if I don’t do it now I never will.” He closed the gap to the sofa in three steps and sat down beside Linda. Gently and lovingly he put his arm round her shoulder, and with the other hand he turned her head towards him and lowered his mouth to her wide, narrow lips. A deep, hungry sigh escaped Linda as she threw her arms round his neck and pulled his mouth hard against hers, answering his kiss with fire and excitement.

Larry got up from his chair and asked: “Room for one more in that sofa?” Kent broke off the kiss and moved down the sofa, pulling Linda along to make room for Larry on her other side.

When Larry kissed her, a rush of passion hitherto unknown to her filled Linda. She felt her pussy turn soft and wet, and when Kent took her breast in his hand and caressed it, while Larry was still kissing her; she let out a deep animalistic groan. “Oh, God, yes, yes, let’s do it. Let’s do it right now. Please, take off my clothes. Oh, please, I love you, please love me. I long for it.”

Frantic hands tore her clothes off, and soon she was lounging totally naked in front of her two sons. They only took a minute to get naked like their mom. When Linda felt their hands explore her wonderful body, an unquenchable fire consumed her. A hunger. A lust. Kent’s fingers in her pussy made her thighs tremble and she let them fall open to reveal everything to her son.

Kent fell to his knees and fastened his mouth on her dripping pussy. When Linda felt Larry’s hands on her breasts, his fingers teasing the nipples and then pinching them lightly, she exploded. A violent, sweet and perverted orgasm rippled through her body, and when Kent stopped lapping at her clit and just sucked hard on her, while Larry’s hands massaged her breasts, it went on and on, like nothing she had ever tried.

When the cramps died out she looked at her sons with stars in her eyes. For a while she had felt Larry’s hard cock poking into her ribs. Now she wriggled round till she was stretched out on the sofa. “I want to taste you, Larry,” she panted. She bent her head back, opened her mouth and guided his cock to her lips. The wicked sight of his brother being sucked by their mother was too much for Kent. Once again he moved his head down between her spread out thighs and resumed his licking and sucking.

When Linda’s second orgasm had raced through her, Larry groaned: “Mom, I’ve got to fuck you now. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Neither can I,” Kent mumbled into her wet pussy.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, then,” Linda smiled. This leather sofa is not the most pleasant to be naked in.”

When she felt the first cock in her pussy for many years, Linda went into overdrive. She was almost insatiable. The forbidden incest added to her lust. She felt wicked, horny, and lecherous - everything a woman and a mom were not supposed to feel. And she wallowed in it! She enjoyed every one of the 60-70 minutes the boys fucked her.

Finally they had had enough, all of them. Her happiness, when she felt her two boys and lovers snuggle up to her shoulders, was beyond anything she could have imagined. She was totally fucked out and satisfied, she was convinced of the love her boys still felt for her, and she had come out of years of involuntary celibacy.

“Please, don’t you ever stop loving me, and don’t you ever stop fucking me,” she whispered. “I’ll always be there for you, and my body will always be ready for you, any time, any place you need it.”