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Update on Adam and I...

Several weeks ago, during a movie night, I noticed his basketball shorts beginning to pitch a tent. Took off my panties and placed them on the couch between us, stating, "its perfectly fine to masturbate."

Then I leaned back and began to take care of my growing excitement, which came from a combination of the movie (Eyes Wide Shut) and my son's growing erection not 2 feet from me.

As I'd hoped he pushed his shorts down exposing his swollen cock, grabbed my discarded panties, and began stroking his erection.

After a few moments of watching while touching myself, I began to consider my next move. Would I put my wet fingers up to his face allowing him to smell me or in his mouth making him taste me? Should I just reach over and cup his balls while he stroked to completion? Maybe I could take over the stroking, placing my small hand over his...would he let me finish him? Feeling him get close would I be brave enough to lower my hot little mouth over the purple swollen mushroom head of his cock, hoping for him to fill my mouth with his cum? If he lasted long enough would I dare to straddle him, lowering my wet little slice of heaven on to his erection, feeling him deep inside me swelling until he fills my vagina with his seed?

I must have moaned or something in response to my forbidden thoughts because it was just enough to push my son to cum. He grunted and as I watched he filled my soiled panties with his jizz.

Afterwards he looked over at me all spread out, my left hand holding my labia apart my right hand flicking my clit and he got up and left like he was embarrassed or ashamed. I let him go as I learned a long time ago that when a man is embarrassed or ego hurt, give him room.

I picked up the media room wearing just my white tanktop and no panties as those had left with my son. As I headed to my room I passed his room, I could hear his shower running, im sure he wasn't masturbating as it was just mere minutes since he came in my sky blue cotton panties. I followed his lead and headed to my showered where I achieved two orgasms using the pulling water from my shower wand, the last one while my left hand pinched my right nipple hard.

Later, I read until sleepy a couple of hours after. I woke early as usual, made coffee, and waited to make breakfast for my virile young man. When he came down for breakfast, I knew I had screwed up. He was short with his answers, reluctant to make eye contact and out the door quickly after finished eating, leaving me with my fears, concerns, and the nagging feeling I may have lost my son.

Weeks have gone by since with little change. He assures me he is ok, but his behavior says otherwise. I haven't pushed the point yet, but it's coming...

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A fantasy continued...

Recap to my last fantasy:

While Adam and his friends were downstairs I mistakingly broadcast my mom/son incest porn to the smart tv from my room from my phone. 

All the boys saw.

 I can only imagine the raging erections throbbing, aching for release. Do young men/boys masturbate enmass? I remember overnight slumber parties and summer camps where we girls would talk about cute boys or scenes in a spicy book. You knew, maybe it was a sigh or moan, but you knew that more than one girl was touching herself in the dark.  Do boys?

There is also the anonymous pic sent to my email of a sleeping "me" with a large penis in my mouth...who could it be? So brave, so bold, so well endowed.

This fantasy would be the next day after my broadcasting fuck up, still unknown to me...

Our morning went as usual when I have all 4 here, big breakfast and while I clean up the kitchen they retire to the media room, some even nap.

Later the weather is unseasonably warm and the boys want to swim in the pool while I lay out and tan. I'm still ignorant of my exposing my fetish to the boys, I think all the attention is their normal banter.

Pizzas are delivered, I'm drinking margaritas and as twilight settles my boys sit close by and want a discussion. 

I'm somewhat known for these educational discussions, ashamedly usually when I've been drinking. The rules are simple they can ask anything at all as long as they are mature enough to hear the answer.  If they start giggling like little kids then it is done, I also reserve the right to not answer personal questions, if they are too invasive. 

As always the questions begin with neutral subjects, world events and the like, before the boys (and when my daughters were younger the girls too) start asking bolder questions, relationships mostly...my advice is golden in this realm.

Then later come the sex questions ranging from positions and correct names of body parts to possible techniques and outcomes, clits, areolas, male anatomy, and why men like anal more than women, etc...

At some point in the evening to help hide the growing bulges in their swim trunks we all head to the hottub and leave it unlit for privacy.

At some point it is mentioned about the porn scrolling across our TV last night, once I get over the shock and embarrassment of it and  recover my wits, I ask, "What did everyone think about those pics and gifs?"

"Oh Ms. Linda it was hot!"

"Yeah, hot."

"Hawt!"

"Umm hmm"

Total agreement is nice.

"Well, it was just a little, harmless fantasy kind of thing between strangers."

"We understand."

The conversation goes on into the night, we discuss all types of sexual fantasies, multiple partners, consenual/non-consenual, younger and older lovers, same sex lovers and so forth.

Then Tim, sitting to my immediate right asks, "Ms. Linda, when you fantasize do you picture specific people or strangers?"

Turning to face him somewhat, "Well, Tim I imagine its a lot like when you fantasize."

My hand slides into his lap.

 "Do you picture nameless beauties?"

Gripping his swollen erection through his swim trunks.

"Or is it that cute blonde in your class, the cheerleader in the cafeteria bending  over to tie her shoe, or that very special teacher?"

My hand pulsing with each named fantasy.

"Do you picture me, Tim?"

Letting him go.

I stand quickly, embarrassed by my own forwardness, and I'm hit with the sensation of being light-headed.

"Whew, the drinks and the hottub together are kicking my butt. Will you strong,  handsome gentlemen help me out if here?"

All four young men stand to assist me and I try not to notice the four erections pointed at me. Taking my left arm, Bryce asks in his sweet baritone, "Do you picture us sometimes, Ms. Linda?"

"All the time, Bryce...all the time."

The next few moments are sort of a blur for me. I feel the strings to my bikini top pulled as it drops away exposing my breasts to the cool night air. I am carried as much as pushed toward my sun-lounger, on my back and my bottoms have disappeared.

Tim is between my legs and I believe he says, "I have wanted you, wanted this my whole life." As he enters my moist slice of heaven with his mushroom headed erection. I wiggle my hips slightly for him to get past my labia, that hubby says are 'too meaty.'

My knees are pushed up and apart as he begins thrusting and grunting.

Above my face are three gorgeously engorged cocks, including the massive phallus belonging to Bryce, my tiny left hand barely able to encircle it. Well at least I know who's cock was in my mouth for last night's picture.

My right hand reaches for my sweet, sweet Adam, his cock is well shaped, curved, and sized for pleasing anyone lucky enough to experience it. I'm so glad he is here and involved. As I begin stroking him and Bryce in an alternating rhythm, my grip firm and pulsing. I'm proud that daddy taught me the right way to shake a hand, many men have commented on my grip be it from a handshake or a handjob.

That leaves one participant unaccounted for, Kevin is standing at the end of the sun-lounger behind my head. He moves forward straddling my face as I open my mouth wide he unexpectedly he lowers his testicles into my mouth and starts masturbating while my tounge swirls around his balls.

In short order Tim thrusts deeply and fills me with his cum. 

Then sweet Adam says, "My turn." 

Like I'm some damned video game to be passed around, I love that boy. 

Adam slides into me easily as I am wet and 'sloppy'. He begins thrusting and I hook my feet behind his ass and 'spur' him on. 

Tim indicates he wants Kevin to move by pushing him aside and placing his wet cock in my mouth, while Kevin pulls my right hand to his erection so I can stroke him.

I never imagined multiple partners would be this smooth and attainable. Almost like we rehearsed it. Adam pounding deeply into me, each thrust making my heart sing.

Adam reaches climax thrusting hard into me grunting like a beast reminding me of the day I watched him pleasure himself in the shower. 

With the manipulations of my tongue and lips Tim is getting erect again, oh the love of teenaged boys.

When Adam climbs off of me, Bryce starts to move into that position so I free my mouth up to say, "wait, I want on top of you."

Smiling Bryce pushes the others away and helps me up off the lounger and he lies down, huge cock standing tall like a flagpole. As I crawl across him I lower my mouth on to the tip, moistening it while adding some tongue play. He grabs my head pushing down while thrusting up forcing his phallus to the back of my throat for several long strokes, then releases my head allowing me to climb forward straddling him and rocking back while tilting my hips to facilitate him entering me, stretching me, filling me. Bryce's cock is reaching places never before touched. As I rock back and forth I'm trying to fondle both Tim and Adam. Then I feel a greasy finger enter my ass, Kevin is using my tanning lotion as lube, now two fingers slide inside me.

The fingers are gone but I can feel Kevin move up behind me before his swollen manhood penetrates my ass. I don't generally like ass play but the sensation of being so full of young cock is taking my breath away. These young men are taking what they want, what they need in a loving, caring yet firm way.

Apparently my rocking isn't fast enough as Kevin grabs my hips, steadying them and he begins thrusting faster and harder, beneath me Bryce starts bucking his hands on my breasts.

My mouth open, panting, and moaning when Tim pulls my head to the left forcing his cock into my mouth, sweet Adam is quietly enjoying the view of me and his friends as I stroke his young cock. Kevin releases my hips and grasps my shoulders as his thrusting becomes more insistent, Bryce's hands move to my hips as his upward bucking lifts me, Tim has ahold of my hair forcing my head back and forth on his second erection.

Kevin grunts and fills my ass with cum as he says, "Yes, I'm cumming Ms. Linda!"

As if on cue, Tim holds my head still as he thrusts deep into my mouth and throat orgasming a second time.

Bryce holds my hips against him as his large phallus pumps me full of his cum.

Sweet Adam, fully erect a second time allows me to take him into my mouth while he gently holds my head and pumps his cum down my throat.

The intense moment past we separate drenched in sweat and breathing heavy, some of the boys jump in the pool to cool off while I sneak off to my room to shower and fall into a peaceful sleep, disturbed late at night by Bryce wanting his second orgasm. 

An hour later he leaves well satissatisfied and I lie there silently thankful that years of innuendo, teasing, and flashing these boys has paid off in such a positive way.

The next morning I make a big breakfast and act as normal as possible, not mentioning last night until it's time for them to leave.

"Boys this was a good weekend, we should have you over more often."

Four blushing nods and a few, "Yes ma'am Ms. Linda"

And I say, "We can if no one finds out."

Later I ask Adam if he is good with what happened and he let's me know, "Yeah mom, you have been hinting for years and I get points for having the milf mom. Besides you and I are alone way more often than they're here."

I love that boy...

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