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flexo317 · 6 years

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Fireworks!

Well, I know there’s going to be a lot of you internet perverts who are going to be very happy about this. After getting endless questions about whether I’d have a threesome with my son, I can say that it actually happened, much to my surprise. And also, this one is for the many of you who keep asking about my interactions with my son’s friends.

My son’s best friend came to spend all of last week with us. They haven’t gotten to spend nearly as much time with each other since we moved, and it’d been a while since he’d been over, so it was nice for them that it worked out. My husband took Monday and Tuesday off work, so we all hung out together for a few days. There was quite a bit of time spent in or around the pool, but Monday we went golfing and Tuesday we went on a hike. It was the first time since getting the bigger tits, and let me just tell you that I was surprised at how much they actually got in the way of doing both of those activities! But every time I started getting frustrated with them, I saw at least one of the three boys (I’m including my husband, because he’s totally just a big kid when he’s around big boobs) staring at my chest, and it was a clear and immediate reminder of why I got them.

Our township did the big community fireworks display on Saturday night, which they usually do when the July 4th is during the week, so we didn’t plan anything for the 4th. Since we weren’t going anywhere, there wasn’t any reason I shouldn’t drink and enjoy myself, so I definitely was doing that. I had forgotten, though, that my husband had to be back at work on Thursday, so he actually left late in the afternoon so he could have dinner with his waitress girlfriend and watch some fireworks with her. I was really drunk and horny, though, so I (fairly easily) convinced him to take me up to the bedroom and fuck me before he left. He kept telling me I was being too loud and the boys would hear, but he sure wasn’t doing anything to keep me quiet!

Quite some time after he left, my son grilled hamburgers for a late dinner, and as we ate, we could hear some of the people near us shooting off fireworks in their yards. They were just the big booming ones, since it wasn’t dark enough for the pretty ones yet. But my son suggested we could lounge in the pool and watch them when they started. Looking back, I can see all the pieces of a plan, although I don’t know exactly how developed it was or if he just made it up as he went, but my son got me a beer to drink with my burger even though I had mostly sobered up after my husband had left. Another beer appeared by the time I finished that one, and then it seemed like there was never not some kind of alcoholic drink nearby for me to enjoy while we swam and waited for nightfall. I can’t even tell you now how much I drank, but I only noticed that it had been a lot when I got out of the pool to turn on the pool and patio lights, and my path to the switches and back was anything but straight.

The boys were horsing around in the pool when I got back in, trying to dunk each other. They kept splashing me as they wrestled around, so I started splashing them back. Of course, all that ended up doing is getting me involved in their rough play, and before long I was being jostled back and forth between them and occasionally dunked under the water also. At some point my tits popped out of my bikini top, but I didn’t even notice until the roughhousing stalled while we all were laughing and trying to catch our breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me I was hanging out?” I scolded, trying to cover myself with one arm and reposition my bikini with my other hand.

My son just shrugged and said, “I figured you knew. Besides, you’ve been on the verge of falling out of that bikini ever since you put it on after fucking Dad right before he left.” I must have made some kind of surprised face, because then he said, “Yeah, we heard you. I don’t think either of you were actually trying to keep it a secret. Anyway, you know that bikini barely fits, so I can only assume you meant to put your tits on display for us this evening. But they’ve been out for several minutes now, we’ve both seen plenty of them, so you might as well just take your top off and not even bother with it at this point.”

He was so casual and dismissive about the whole thing that I almost just did what he said without thinking, like I’m used to doing. But I stopped myself just short of doing so, and tried to summon up some fake indignation and said that he shouldn’t be talking like that to his mother. But my son said that his friend already knew about us, and has known about us almost since the beginning. I was gearing up to yell at him, but he cut me off and said, “What, like you didn’t think I was going to tell my best friend? I was freaking out, I had to talk to someone!” I was all set to tell him that didn’t matter, that we couldn’t be telling anyone about it at all, but then he said, “Besides, you tell all your Tumblr followers about it.” And I had nothing after that. He had me dead to rights, and we both knew it. So when he told me again to just go ahead and take my top off, I took it off and tossed it over to the side of the pool.

My son pointed out that his friend hadn’t said anything so far, not even to me, so he’d shown he could be trusted. I couldn’t argue that point, so I just kind of agreed. In fact, my son pointed out, maybe his friend should be rewarded for keeping it quiet so long already, and suggested that I let him have a closer view. So I found myself wading over toward him, and stopped right in front of him.

“Go ahead, you can touch them,” my son said to his friend. His friend looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded and hummed an affirmative. He very nervously put his hands on my tits, and just kind of held them there. My son laughed, and told him to go ahead and get a good feel of them. As his friend’s hands started gently groping and squeezing my tits, my son explained that his friend has had a secret crush on me for years, and that he’s always been fascinated with my tits, even before my first surgery.

OK, so if you’ve read my blog, you no doubt are aware that when it comes to alcohol and my inhibitions, they do not hang around each other at all. But what you probably don’t know is that when my nipples are hard, they’re pretty sensitive, and when they’re sensitive, they’re pretty much a contact switch that disengages my brain and increasingly engages my libido. And since my latest surgery, they are pretty much always hard.

So now you know that, but my son has known that for quite some time. So as his friend plays with my tits and my hard nipples, he knows I’m getting more and more distracted by a growing arousal and having a hard time following what he’s saying. But I clearly heard him when he told his friend to go ahead and suck on my nipples a bit. And that was the end of any restraint I had left. When I suddenly heard my son’s voice in my ear, telling me I could touch his friend also, my hand instantly went to his crotch, where I felt his fully erect cock straining against his swim trunks.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” my son asked as he started kissing the back of my neck.

“Uh huh,” was all I could say. Actually, it was all I could think to say. I’m not sure if it even came out as words. I was dimly aware of some kind of sound, but I couldn’t tell you what it really was, because right then my son’s fingers started grinding on my clit.

“You want it in your mouth now, don’t you?” he said. I don’t think I did before he said it, but I my brain was completely checked out, so I just agreed at first… but then I found that I was thinking about it more and more, and that I was starting to want it. So I found myself untying the string on the front of his trunks and trying to push them down his legs while his mouth was still latched onto my nipple. But then my son told him to sit up on the side of the pool, and I watched it bounce and wave stiffly as he did. I stroked it with my hand a couple times, but very quickly it was in my mouth and I was sucking it eagerly. There was still pool water on it, so it tasted a bit of chlorine, but I only barely noticed it because my son’s fingers had found their way inside my swimsuit and into my pussy.

I can’t tell you how long that went on, because I was far from all there, but I remember being startled by a really loud pop above us; startled enough that I jumped and pulled away from both of them to figure out what was going on. I’m sure you’ve already figured out that the neighbors were starting to shoot off the more showy fireworks. My son said it was a good time to change it up anyway, and he pushed himself up to sit on the side of the pool, a little farther to the shallower end. His suit was already off and his cock standing up straight and hard, and when he beckoned me with just a finger pointing to his cock, I knew immediately what to do. As I wrapped my mouth around his cock, he told his friend that he’d gotten me ready for him. His friend slid back into the water and waded around behind me; there was a little fumbling with my suit while he couldn’t figure out whether to pull it aside or down, but he finally just untied the strings on the side and pulled it out from between my legs. Then there was a bit of frantic, wild stabbing as he tried to find my pussy with his cock. When I could tell he wasn’t going to get it on his own, I reached back and helped guide him in.

Now, I know you’re all wanting to ask how his cock compares to my son’s and my husband’s, so I’m going go ahead and tell you right now. It’s not quite as long as either of them, which puts it on the shorter end, but it is definitely thicker than either of them. It’s not as thick as some of the porn cocks that are out there, for sure, but it was definitely a big enough difference for me to notice as it slipped inside me. And I noticed it the entire time as he clumsily, but energetically, fucked me while I sucked my son’s cock. He kept pulling back too far and slipping out of me, and I had to keep guiding him back in.

I think my son picked up on the difficulties his friend was having, because he suggested we get out of the pool. He moved over to lay on a lounging chair, and put a folded towel down on the ground at the foot of it for me to kneel on. I knelt and resumed sucking his cock while his friend folded another towel and knelt behind me. It took a few tries, but I could tell he was figuring things out, and this time he managed to get his cock in me without my help. Kneeling made it easier to push my ass out and up, so the angle was much easier for him to work with, and he soon got a decent rhythm going. He wasn’t long at that, though, before he hissed through gritted teeth that it felt too good and he was going to cum soon. Something gave me the impression he was going to pull out and cum on my ass or shoot it over my back or something, but to my surprise my son told him not to stop, not to pull out.

“Do it!” he urged. “Cum in her! Fill her needy cunt!” I was a bit shocked to hear him; we talk dirty to each other, but hearing him say it in front of someone else was strange. “You’ve wanted it for so long, you can’t stop now when you’re this close! Cum deep inside her like you’ve always dreamed of!”

Suddenly my son’s best friend was digging his fingers into my hips as he tried to pull himself even deeper, and I felt his thick cock starting to throb inside me as he began to cum. The whole situation suddenly became very surreal to me, and I started having a hard time figuring out if it was just a dream or not. I was still in that detached, out-of-body kind of state when he pulled his cock out of me, and sort of robotically followed my son’s instructions to stand up and turn around, then bend forward so he could see me creamy with his friend’s cum. Then he told me to sit on his cock and fuck it while I cleaned myself off his friend’s dick.

I slowly came back to my own senses a bit while I sucked our combined juices off the softening cock in my mouth. Eventually I became aware of the sound of me fucking my son, and then the feeling. I was so wet and sloppy with what must have been a fairly sizeable load of cum that every movement had a squelching, sucking sound, and I could feel a thick wetness that had spread from my pussy onto my ass and thighs. It made me feel so dirty and slutty in that moment, which I hadn’t expected to be so aroused by, but when my son grabbed my hair and pulled me back to lay on his chest and growled in my ear to cum on his cock, to let his friend watch me cumming so hard on my own son’s cock, I did exactly that.

I don’t think I passed out, but I was definitely checked out of my head, so I don’t even remember continuing to ride my son’s cock until he also came inside me. Nor do I remember them helping me up to bed, since I didn’t seem to be able to walk. I do remember my son later waking me with a glass of water and making me drink it, then going and refilling it to leave beside my bed. And I very clearly remember him crawling into bed and making love to me, telling me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. I went to sleep feeling wonderful with another load of his cum leaking out of me.

The boys left me alone the rest of the night, and slept down in my son’s room. But his friend was the first one up in the morning, and was in the kitchen when I came downstairs. He asked how I felt as I started figuring out what to put together for breakfast. I told him that I felt pretty good, if maybe a little tired, but the water my son brought me had no doubt helped a lot. He then sat awkwardly quiet for a little while, but finally blurted out that he was sorry if they’d forced me into anything I regretted. I told him he was sweet, but that I didn’t regret any of it, and gave him a reassuring kiss on the top of his head.

As I went back to cooking some eggs for us, I asked him if it was true that he’d had a crush on me. He got visibly embarrassed, but admitted that he had. I told him he hid it really well, because I never had any idea. He said that I must have just not been looking, because he was pretty sure it was obvious to everyone. Especially the way he stared at my chest. I told him that he surely didn’t stare that much, and he said he must have because he’d been obsessed with them since he’d met me. He said he used to fantasize about them back when they were still natural, and that he’d almost died when I got my first set of implants and started showing more cleavage. He sheepishly admitted that he had masturbated at least three times a day for more than a week after the first time he saw me after my last surgery, just thinking about how they looked in my shirt, and how they must look naked.

“So?” I asked. “Are they as good as you imagined?”

He told me they were better than he could have possibly thought, and that he especially loved my nipples. I thanked him, and told him that I actually had my areolas adjusted a little during my surgery so they would be rounder, and not so oblong and wonky. I didn’t even notice that I had pulled the nightgown I was wearing tight against them, and was looking at them and teasing them through the thin material while I talked about them. But he had noticed, and it was hard to miss his physical reaction to watching me play with my nipples.

“Oh, good morning,” I said with a laugh. Then I asked him if he wanted to see them again. His response was “Definitely!” so I took off my nightgown and let him start playing with my tits again. Soon I could tell from his face and his hesitations that he was trying to figure out whether or not he should ask me for sex, and how he should ask if he was going to, so I led him over to the table and sat myself on the edge. I pulled him toward me and wrapped my legs around him. He awkwardly figured out how to pull his shorts down with my legs around his waist, but then I pulled him into a kiss and held it while I guided his cock back inside me again. The height wasn’t quite right, as he had to be up on his toes much of the time, but overall it worked pretty well for him to fuck me, while he alternated between playing with my tits and watching them bounce and jiggle on their own. He pulled back too far for his last thrust, and missed as he came forward, and I felt his cock shooting his cum on my stomach, hip, and the inside of my thigh. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him, then said we should eat before the eggs got cold. I put my nightgown back on without even cleaning up, and dished up the eggs while he put his boxers back on.

Most of Thursday was filled with fucking one or both of them, or trying to get a little rest before the next one. Or at least, it seemed that way. As I think about it, it was only 3 or 4 times each, so that leaves a lot of the day that wasn’t sex, but I don’t really remember anything else. lol

Thursday night we all slept together in a pile of blankets on my son’s floor. I woke up to my son pushing his morning wood into my mouth (do NOT take that as a complaint!), which turned into sex loud enough to wake up his friend and his friend’s cock, so when my son was done with me, I took his friend upstairs to shower with me. I made sure he and his cock were well satisfied (with my mouth, as I was getting rather sore by then) before he had to go home.

So, yeah, my 4th was full of fireworks. How about yours?

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