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Agent Mac Smith

I flicked on my blinker and pulled off the highway into the small college town of York, Nebraska. It was not a place I ever thought to be sent by the Agency. I still couldn’t believe what I had been told. Mind control?

It was completely ridiculous, yet they were serious. They even gave me some specialized equipment.

I turned into the parking lot of the low-rent motel across the street from the Walmart. On the outskirts of the town, right off the highway, it was the perfect spot for me to set up my operations. I parked and headed into the manager’s office.

A young woman in a tight-fitting tank top was there. A smile spread on my lips. Maybe there were some perks to this job. She had brown ringlets that framed her face. Eighteen or nineteen. Bored on a summer job.

“My, my, look at you,” she said with this friendly, Midwest drawl. “Got on a suit. Mmm, let me guess, you’re a Federal Agent.”

My smile grew. “FBI.”

“FBI,” she said, savoring my lie. I leaned my elbow on the counter as she appraised me. “Has someone in York been bad?”

“Oh, definitely.” That tank top fit her deliciously. “Have you?”

She laughed wickedly, interest in her eye. Oh, yes, there would definitely be some perks on this mission. How a housewife in a small town in the middle of nowhere could have mind control was insane, but a hot, young thing turned on by the mysterious “FBI agent” was something I could understand.

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Jennifer Liberty

“Get out of here, you nasty harlot!” I snarled, chasing the half-naked skank my oldest son had snuck into the house. “Before I welt that ass with my belt!”

“You’re mom’s a psycho bitch, Mark!” the girl screeched, her blonde hair flying behind as she held her clothes in her hand, wearing only a skimpy thong and a bra that barely covered anything.

“Oh, I am going to welt your ass, slut!” I hissed. “You get that ass back here! I will make it red!”

The whore burst out of the front door. I slammed it shut, so infuriated. I whirled around to find Mark standing at the foot of the stairs in a pair of boxers. My oldest son, eighteen, had this insolent grin on his rugged face. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and with black hair and dark eyes that must make all the girls his age week in the knees.

“How many is that now?” I demanded of Mark. “Huh? Did I raise you to be a womanizer who chases every loose skirt that floats by?”

“Chill, Mom,” Mark said. “I’m eighteen.”

“Exactly!” I marched to him. “You’re a man now. Supposedly. And you’re bringing trailer trash like that slut into your bed. What are you going to do if you get one of them pregnant? Have to fight custody with some flea-bitten, white-trash skank who’s going to bleed you dry. And let’s not even talk about what filthy diseases are crawling over their bodies.”

He snorted. “You’re overreacting, Mom. People hook up these days. It’s just how it is.”

“And how is that going to help you find a wife. You want to start a family with a girl like that.”

“Fuck no.” He laughed. “Doesn’t mean I won’t stick it to them when they—”

I slapped him. Hard. He rubbed at his cheek as I glared at him. Where had I gone wrong with Mark? He used to be such a good boy. His younger brother, Eric, was lurking down the hallway. A shy boy of fourteen, his glasses giving him an intelligent and gentle look.

“You don’t even say that filth to me, Mark!” I hissed. “Not beneath my roof.”

“If they’re putting out, Mom, I’m going to take it.” He shrugged. “I’d be an idiot not to. It’s not like I make them want to the—”

I slapped him again, my blood boiling with my anger. “You say another dirty, disgusting word about what you do with those girls, and I will have your father welt your ass!”

“I’m not a kid, Mom.” He grinned with such insolence. “Just let the old man try. Hell, he doesn’t mind. He saw me bring her in.”

Of course, he did. George didn’t have a problem with his oldest chasing skirt. Probably was secretly high-fiving Mark. George probably wished he could do it. I’d seen him looking at younger girl’s asses. I ground my teeth, struggling to control my anger.

“What about your brother?” I demanded, feeling Eric watching. “You want to land yourself in family court with babies from three different skanks, I can’t stop you, but you’re being a bad influence on Eric!”

Mark rolled his eyes. “He’s a dweeb, Mom. I tried to be a bad influence on him and I failed.” He raised his hand to block my next slap. “So you can get that bug out from beneath your skirt, Mom. Your precious Eric is would rather read a book than get any pussy.”

I would slap him if he wasn’t ready for it. “George!” I snarled. “George, do you hear the filth your son is saying to me?”

“What’s that, dear?” George asked, the coward in the living room pretending to watch TV. “Mark, don’t say filthy things to your mother.”

“Talk to your son!” I snarled at George. “Tell him not to get a girl pregnant before marriage. It’ll ruin his life.”

“Yep, son,” George said. “You’ll miss out on finding a good woman like your mother and having a family. Don’t want to miss out on that.”

I wanted to go slap my husband. I heard that sarcasm. Probably did wish he’d chased a bunch of tail instead of getting me pregnant. Mark had never realized that he was born six months after our wedding. We lied about how many years we’d been married so he wouldn’t know. At least I wasn’t some skank. George was the only guy I had been with. My sweetheart. It was just an accident. So we had a child a little early. We were going to get married anyways.

But more and more, George seemed not to care about our boys. Just watching his TV and working.

I was so infuriated. I had to get out of the house. I looked around for an excuse. Then I remembered the casserole dish that I had borrowed from my friend Margaret a month or two ago. I kept meaning to return it, but I had just been so busy lately.

“George, I mean it, talk to your son before he ruins his life knocking up some slut that’s had every lowlife in the county in her,” I hissed and stomped to the cabinet. “I have to go see Margaret Justice.” I found the casserole dish and stormed out.

I marched out of the house. There was nothing but corn fields in every direction. We had bought an old farm house about fifteen minutes outside of York. It was a great place. Remote. Far away from even the little bit of bad influence in York.

Or it used to be. But things were changing. That damned Walmart they built was the start. Drew in a bad crowd. Now skanks were running around with tattoos and piercings, tempting good boys like Mark and Eric into fornication. They would knock one up.

God, if Mark married a slut like that hussy I just chased out… She would cheat on him in no time.

I climbed into my car and started it up. I turned around in the driveway and headed towards the road. We had an acre of land, covered in bushes and my vegetable garden and several fruit trees. I passed the skank slinking to the road.

She flipped me off.

Mark would probably fetch her and take her back upstairs to bang her some more, George wanting to have a go with her, too. He thought once a month wasn’t enough sex. It was more than enough for me. He should be lucky I gave him that much.

I drove into York, the cornfields giving way to the quiet homes with white picket fences and green lawns. Pure Americana. It was a college town, York Christian College on the other side, making it the largest community in an hour in any direction. Third largest in the state after Omaha and Lincoln, and given how small York was said something about Nebraska.

I passed the high school when a tingle prickled across my mind. I blinked at that, feeling like my brain had fallen asleep. Those pins and needles you get when you sleep on your side wrong and your hand’s all numb when you wake up.

I hoped Eric didn’t follow in his brother’s steps. My youngest was suck a good boy. Honors student. He was taking advanced courses online. He had a future before him. Mark would end up working a trade like his father. Plumbing was good money, but it was so low. Eric would go to college. Make something of himself. A good Christian school where he could find a good woman and start a family.

He would be happy with a family. But if his brother led him down that dark path…

I should kick Mark out. He was eighteen. If he wanted to fuck all the floozies, he could find his own place. Bang them there. I wouldn’t help him. If he wanted to be a “playa” as he once called it, he could go play on his own.

My blood was boiling as I stopped at one of the few traffic lights in downtown York. I glanced over to my right and froze. There was a guy fucking a woman on the sidewalk. My jaw dropped at who the woman was. It was Betsy Miller. A wife and mother. The man was pounding her hard while she rocked back and forth to it.

There was something bestial about the young man’s face. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen. He snarled as he pumped away at her. It was almost like watching animals rut than people fuck. My jaw dropped. What was going on? Was he raping her?

But, no, she was gasping out with such joy. I could see it in her face. She was enjoying being screwed by this bestial boy. His muscular body, tanned by the sun, flexed. He had blond hair. I think… that was Rick. Mark knew him.

I swallowed as this heat kindled in between my thighs. I squeezed them tight, waiting for the light to change. “Come on,” I growled, my body getting hotter and hotter. “Change! Change!”

“Yes, yes, fuck me, Rick!” moaned Betsy. “Slam that cock into me.”

“WOOF! WOOF!” Rick barked like he was a dog as he drilled his cock into her.

Why was this happening on the street? Why was no one stopping this? Why would Betsy Miller cheat on her husband for the entire town to see?

The light changed green. I hit the gas and flew through the intersection. Flashes of Rick bending me over and fucking me like that shot through me. My husband had never taken me like that. Doggy style, he had called it. I wouldn’t let him. It was missionary or nothing.

Sometimes, I would leave him with nothing for pushing so hard for it.

But the way Rick had taken Betsy… That animal passion. The force. How his young and muscular body moved. He was so handsome. Like Mark. I swallowed, my hands sweaty on the steering wheel. I shook my head in pure disgust.

What was happening to the world? How could something that obscene be afflicted upon good and decent folk like myself?

I reached Margaret’s house. She was a widow. Her husband, Mitchel, had died a few years ago leaving her to raise her two sons, Davie and Ryan. My Eric and Davie were friends, but Ryan and Mark never got along. Mark was older and didn’t want to hang out with a kid that idolized him.

I turned off my engine and grabbed the casserole dish. I tried to put Rick pounding Betsy Miller like she was a bitch in heat out of my mind. Like he was a dog in human flesh. I fought against that heat building in my nethers. If George asked me to have sex, I would say yes. That was how out of sorts I felt.

I marched up to the front door and rang the doorbell. I patted my black hair and smoothed the yellow skirt of my sleeveless sundress. I put on a smile. I was just here to drop off a casserole. I wasn’t infuriated with my son and husband.

“Coming,” Margaret called.

The door opened and Margaret stood there in a thin robe of purple that was hardly belted. It clung to her curvy figure, her large breasts almost spilling out of it. Her brown hair was tousled like she had just woken up despite it being nearly noon.

“Uh, late night?” I asked her.

“Oh, just a lazy morning with my boys,” she said. “But this is a surprise to see you, Jennifer.”

“Just returning the casserole dish I borrowed. Sorry for keeping it for so long. Just slipped my mind.” I laughed and she nodded.

Taking it, she said, “Come in, come in. Let’s have some Tea.” She looked over her shoulder. “Ryan, honey, can you get Mrs. Liberty and me some iced tea.”

“Sure, Mom,” Ryan said. He rose from the couch. I blinked that he was just wearing a tight pair of boxers, his athletic and muscular form exposed. He was sixteen and turning into quite a handsome, young man. He had a chiseled chin and…

Oh, my, he had quite the bulge in his boxers. My body, already aroused by that disgusting sight, let out a titillating tingle that ran through me. I needed to douse myself in a cold shower. This day had me so off-kilter. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

Then Davie appeared. He was wearing just a pair of boxers, too. He was skinnier than his older brother, a cute boy with a round face, his brown hair in serious need of being combed. It was like all three of them had just gotten up.

“Davie, say hi to Mrs. Liberty,” Margaret said as we headed to her couch.

“Hi, Mrs. Liberty,” Davie said. He, too, had an impressive bulge in his boxers. “Is there anything I can get you? Something to drink?”

“Your brother’s getting the iced tea,” said Margaret as she sat on the couch. She patted the cushion beside her. “Just come sit next to your mommy.”

“Sure, Mom!” he said brightly and sat beside her. I sank on the other side.

She kissed her son on the cheek and put her arm around him. “Isn’t he just such a good boy, Jennifer? I’m so proud of him.”

Davie had a big grin on his face, happy at his mother’s praise.

“You’re a lucky mother,” I said, my eyes flicking to Ryan as he came back in, holding a glass of iced tea in both hands, a lemon wedge stuck in the rim of each. He had such a strong body and that chiseled chin. He smiled at me, the heat flicking through me.

“Oh, I am very lucky,” purred Margaret. “Thank you, Ryan. You’re such a good boy.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he said as he handed his mother the glass first then mine.

I took it and took a quick sip of the cold iced tea. I needed it. Then Ryan sat on the other side of me. I swallowed, so aware of how little clothes he was wearing, and that bulge in his boxers. The fly in the front was parted. I could see…

I looked straight ahead, my cheeks burning. He was… impressive.

“How have you been, Jennifer?” Margaret asked. She took a sip and leaned back, her robe about to fall open and show her sons all that God gave her.

“Oh, fine,” I said, wanting to talk to her in private, but how to get the conversation there.

“You’re not fine,” she said. “Tell me what the problem is.”

A tingle ran across my brain. This fuzzy impulse to tell her regardless of her boys being here. “It’s my son, Mark. He’s just out of control. He won’t listen to me any longer. He’s going to get into trouble with one of those skanks he’s sneaking into his bed. And I’m afraid that Eric will make the same bad mistakes and ruin his life. He’s such a good boy. He has a chance to be more than a plumber like his father. And don’t get me started on George. I think he wants to be Mark, like he resents that he married me, but he was the one who knocked me up. And he was happy to marry me, or so I thought.”

“I see,” Margaret said. “You know, Ryan was dating this complete whore.”

“She was a cheating slut who deserves to be fucked like a bitch in heat,” Ryan said with such anger. “I loved her, but she was just a dirty slut.”

Margaret nodded. “You see, it’s a mother’s job to pick her son’s girlfriends. To choose the good girls that will make them happy.”

I shuddered, the fuzziness returning to my mind. The prickles seemed to… make all of Margaret’s words make sense. “Of course, that’s such a good idea. There are some great girls at our church, but because they’re not harlots who put out, he won’t touch them.”

“If we let our sons choose, they’ll pick the easy girls and get into trouble,” Margaret said. “But now my boys have girlfriends that won’t cheat on them. I vetted them. Right, boys?”

“Annie’s amazing,” Ryan said. “I always thought she was a little plain, but Mom showed me she was perfect for me.”

“Me and Kimmie are so happy,” Davie said. “Thanks to Mom, we’re dating now, and I’ve never been happier. All thanks to Mom taking control of it.”

“Wow,” I said. “That’s so impressive.”

“Isn’t it,” said Margaret. She stood up. “It’s important to find girls that will let your sons still love you. You don’t want them to get in the way of that special relationship. You used to have it with Mark, right? And you don’t want to lose it with Eric.”

“Yeah,” I said then blinked as Margaret opened her robe.

I gasped as her naked figure appeared. Her large breasts swayed. She let it slide off as she stood before Ryan. “But when you find those girls, they will want you to still have that connection with them. Mmm, and Mommy needs to have that connection with her boys right now.”

“What are you doing?” I gasped as she pulled her son’s cock out of his boxers. Ryan’s dick thrust out big and thick. She stroked her son then straddled him, her big breasts swaying. “Margaret! That’s disgusting. He’s your son!”

“There’s nothing wrong with a mother having sex with her son,” Margaret said.

My mind prickled, almost burned with that thought. It pressed down into my brain like a thousand hot needles. My vision blurred for a moment. I gasped for air, seeing Davie standing before me and shoving off his boxers. His cock appeared. He picked up a bottle from the coffee table.

It was lube. He rubbed it on his dick as Margaret impaled her cunt down Ryan’s cock. She sank to the hilt on him. I shuddered, blinking in shock at the sight of her devouring her son’s cock. She groaned, a big smile spreading on her lips.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s what every mother needs,” Margaret moaned, “her son’s big dick in her pussy. Right, Jennifer.”

My mind prickled again as I said, “Yeah… You’re right. My son…” Mark flashed through my mind. That muscular hunk. So young and virile. Like that animal Rick fucking Betsy Miller. My pussy clenched. “You’re right, Margaret.”

“Mmm, now you just watch my boys love me,” purred the naughty mother, more tingles dancing over my mind. “Your pussy getting nice and wet. See how a mother takes control of her boys. She does it by loving them. By being the one they desire most. They love their girlfriends, but who do they love the most?”

“We love you, Mommy,” Davie said, his impressive cock now lubed. He wasn’t as big as his older brother, but he still made me wonder how big my good boy’s cock was. Eric filled my mind with his gentle face and those intelligent eyes behind his glasses.

I could just make love to him. Have him on me, staring down at me as he pumped away at me. He could never ruin his life by making love to me. And then with Mark, I would kneel like Betsy. Let him fuck me with that virile passion. He wouldn’t need those skanks who put out if I had just loved him.

“God, it’s all so clear,” I groaned. “How I had I missed it?”

“Mmm, you just needed someone special to point it out,” Margaret purred as she slid her pussy up her son’s big cock. “You needed someone chosen to ascend. It’s all so clear. I can make the world so much better because… I am a goddess.”

My mind blazed with pain. I grabbed my head, shaking it. That was so wrong, she couldn’t be a goddess. There was only one God. And… and… she was riding her son’s cock beside me. Working her pussy up and down his dick as her other son pressed his lubed cock at his mother’s rump.

I shuddered, watching as his cock vanished into his mother’s butt-crack. She slammed down Ryan’s cock, taking all of her sixteen-year-old’s dick into her pussy. She shuddered as her youngest must have found her asshole.

Anal…

I had slapped George the one time he wanted it, but if it was one of my son’s…

“Oh, Davie, yes, yes, slide into Mommy’s asshole with that wonderful cock,” Margaret cooed with such whorish passion. Her big breasts jiggled before Ryan’s face.

He cupped her breasts and suckled one of her nipples into his mouth. Margaret moaned, her body trembling as he nursed from her. He made such wet and obscene sounds while Davie’s cock vanished into his mother’s asshole.

My own nipples ached as they pressed against my bra. I remembered nursing both my boys. How they had suckled with hunger. I never should have stopped breastfeeding them. I should have stayed close to them. Been Mark’s first woman.

I could still be Eric’s.

“Oh, that’s it,” Margaret moaned as she slid her pussy up Ryan’s cock. Davie drew back, his rod emerging from her butt-crack. He slammed back into her as she slammed her pussy down Ryan’s shaft. “My boys belong in me, Jennifer. Do you see that?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my legs squeezing together. My clit was on fire. I rubbed at my skirt with sweaty palms. I had to go home, but I also had to watch her love her sons. See what a good mother she was. How I should be with my boys. “Oh, yes, I see.”

“Mmm.” She glanced at me. “Get naked. I want to see your body. Don’t be ashamed. I’m a goddess. It’s okay if I see you naked. And my boys, too. They’re special.”

“Yes,” I groaned, the prickles tingling over my mind. Her words just pressed on my thoughts with such force. They all made such sense to me.

I stood up, Davie and his mother both staring at me while Ryan nursed from Margaret’s tit. I undid the cloth belt attached to my sundress. It hung loose on my hips. After removing my glasses, I drew my outfit up and over my body, my black hair spilling out of the neck hole and around my face. I tossed it down and put on my glasses, the world coming into focus again.

I reached behind me. I found the clasp to my bra. I undid it, Margaret moaning as she worked her cunt up and down her oldest son’s dick. I slipped the straps off my shoulders. My breasts spilled out. I had large ones with fat, pink nipples.

“Doesn’t she have such lovely breasts, boys?” Margaret asked.

“Yes, Mommy,” Davie gasped as he thrust away at her asshole. He stared at my tits with such hunger in his brown eyes.

Ryan popped his mouth off his mother’s nipple to stare at my tits. “Not as great as yours, Mom, but they are fantastic tits.”

“Thanks,” I said, blushing. It was still embarrassing to be seen like this by others, but they were special. I shoved off my panties next, my black bush just soaked. I had never been so aroused in my life. I wished my sons were here.

I sank back down on the couch beside them, my boobs bouncing. Davie followed them as he fucked his mother. The fourteen-year-old boy licked his lips as his cock pumped in and out of his mother’s asshole.

Margaret’s hand landed on my leg. I gasped at her touch. It shocked me to have a woman stroking up my inner thigh like that. A tingle shot up to my pussy that frightened me. This was lesbianism. I slammed my thighs shut, pinning her hand a few inches from my pussy.

“Open your thighs,” Margaret hissed.

My mind burned as my thighs opened. Her hand shoved forward and touched my pussy. She rubbed up and down my wet slit. I swallowed at her touch. She brushed my clit, sending a flare of pleasure through me.

“This is wrong,” I whimpered, hating her touch. “It’s lesbianism, Margaret.”

“I am a goddess. You welcome my touch.” She smiled. “Besides, a good mother has sex with the girls she chooses for her boys.”

My mind prickled as she shoved two fingers against my pussy. I groaned, relaxing to her touch. She was a goddess. I had to let her do what she wanted. I ached for her to touch me, my pussy welcoming her digits inside of me.

She pumped them away as she worked her pussy up and down her son’s cock. She squeezed about him, loving him. Her boobs jiggled and bounced as she fingered my twat. I shuddered and whimpered at her touch. This molten pleasure built and built.

“Oh, yes, my boys are going to enjoy your pussy, Jennifer,” purred Margaret.

“What?” I gasped. “I’m married! I can’t cheat on George.”

“It’s not cheating with my boys,” groaned Margaret. “They’re special. They’re the sons of a goddess. They both want you. Don’t you, boys?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Ryan groaned. His hand grabbed my thigh, stroking me as my mind prickled, adjusting to this new information.

“I would love to fuck you, Mrs. Liberty,” Davie said so cutely as he buggered his mother.

I shuddered as Margaret kept thrusting those fingers in and out of my pussy. They were so different from my husband’s fat, fumbling digits. These were slim and jammed so deep into me. Her son’s strong hand stroked my thighs, adding this additional tingle racing through me.

Margaret’s thumb found my clit. She massaged my bud. I groaned, my cunt clamping down on her digits. I loved the way she thrust them in and out of me. She buried them hard into my cunt. I groaned, my face twisting with such rapture. It was a delight to have her thrusting them in and out of me.

I squirmed on the couch, my friend fingering me to the first orgasm I had had in years.

“Margaret,” I moaned, her digits churning up my pussy. “Oh, Margaret, that’s so good.”

“Mmm, I know,” she purred, her fingers working in and out of me. “Yes, yes, enjoy that pussy. Your sons are going to love it. I know you never found it fulfilling with George, but you will cum every time with your sons.”

My thoughts prickled as I gasped, “I know I will. I’ll cum and cum and cum!”

“That’s it,” she moaned, her thumb rubbing hard on my clit. Sparks burst from it.

“My goddess,” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good. Your fingers are driving me wild. Oh, wow. Oh, I love what you’re doing to me.”

She winked at me as she slammed her pussy down her son’s big rod. Davie fucked her in the ass so hard. Ryan squeezed my thigh, groaning as his mother loved his cock with her cunt. I shuddered, eager to be pounded by Mark so hard. To hold Eric in my arms.

My head tossed from side to side. I whimpered with the pleasure swelling in my cunt. The rapture that would burst out of me. My boobs quivered. My heart thundered in my chest, pumping heat through my body. Margaret’s thumb and digits melted my cunt.

“Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to cum on my boys’ cocks!” she gasped, her head tossing. “Davie! Fuck Mommy’s ass so hard. Oh, that’s it!”

“Mommy!” her youngest groaned as he pumped his cock in and out of his mother’s asshole. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. You have such a tight asshole.”

“I do!” she groaned. “I do have such a tight asshole. And how’s my pussy?”

“The fucking best, Mommy!” Ryan groaned.

She kissed him. Her lips melted on his. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as she slammed her cunt down his shaft. Her youngest hammered her bowels while her thumb rubbed so hard on my clit. I squirmed as she squealed.

She broke the kiss and howled with wordless pleasure. Her fingers wiggled about in my cunt, stirring me up as I felt her orgasm washing over my thoughts like a wave of tingling heat. My clit burst with sparks.

“Oh, my Goddess!” I howled and came. My cunt writhed and spasmed around her digits. “Yes, yes, yes! That’s so good! Oh, Margaret!”

“I know!” she moaned as Davie buried his cock into her asshole.

“Mommy!” he squealed. He must be flooding her.

“Fuck, Mom!” Ryan groaned. “Oh, fuck, I love cumming in you!”

My pussy convulsed around her digits. I shuddered, stars dancing before my eyes. My cunt rippled and convulsed around her fingers. Waves of delight I had never felt in my life swept over my mind. I drowned in such rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest. “Oh, that’s incredible. Oh, yes, yes, I love that so much. That’s just amazing.”

“I know,” cooed Margaret. “You haven’t ever cum like that with George.”

“No!” I gasped.

“Oh, we have a lot of making up to do.” she purred. “I’ll fix him, too. Mmm, but right now, I want to see you in action. I want to watch my boys fuck your body. You’ve only ever been with George, right.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, a slight itch rippling over my thoughts as my orgasm shuddered into bliss in me. “Oh, I’ve always been a good wife.”

“And it’s time you got your rewards.” She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and popped them into her mouth. She groaned, savoring the taste of my pussy. I couldn’t believe my friend had turned into this sex goddess. She committed incest with her sons, but it was okay.

Mothers should love their sons.

“On your hands and knees, Jennifer,” Margaret purred, my thoughts tingling. “You’re going to suck Davie’s dirty cock clean as Ryan fucks you from behind.”

“Okay,” I said, shaking my head. Why did my brain keep feeling like that? Oh, well. I had a dirty cock to suck and another to fuck my pussy. My first cock other than George’s. And such a strong and virile young man. Like George had been that first time.

How that had hurt, but now… I was a woman. I had two sons. I could take Ryan’s big dick.

My boobs swayed beneath me as I sank to the floor and knelt like Betsy Miller. Davie pulled his cock out of his mother’s asshole. I shuddered. This was so depraved, but Margaret commanded it. She was a Goddess. Everything she said made such sense to me. She changed how I saw the world.

She slid off Ryan’s cock and sank on the couch, pressing her hand over her brown bush to keep in his seed. Ryan’s thick dick gleamed with his mother’s incestuous juices. I shuddered as both boys dropped to their knees.

“You have a hot ass, Mrs. Liberty,” Ryan said. He slapped his wet dick on my rump, splashing his mother’s juices on my flesh. “Damn, I love you, Mom. She’s perfect.”

“Make sure you tell Annie all about it,” Margaret said. “Your girlfriend deserves to know about every woman you fuck. A healthy relationship is open and honest.”

“Yeah, Mom,” he said and slid his cock down my butt-cheek towards my pussy.

I shuddered as the cooling streak of his mother’s cream evaporated off my butt-cheeks as his dick nuzzled through my black bush. I glanced down at my wedding ring. It wasn’t cheating with Ryan, Davie, or my boys. His cock nuzzled into my pussy lips.

Ryan thrust his dick into my cunt. I gasped as his girth stretched me out. I groaned, my head tossing as he buried to the hilt in me. His balls smacked into my bush. A wave of delight rushed through my body.

“Oh, Margaret, your son is amazing,” I moaned.

“I know,” she said, winking at me. “Now suck my other son’s dick. Nurse on Davie’s cock.”

I opened my mouth wide. Davie thrust his cock at me. He slid his dick into my mouth, the sour flavor of his mother’s ass so filthy to taste. I sealed my lips about him. I suckled on him with such hunger. He groaned as I did that.

Ryan gripped my hips and drew back his cock. My pussy clung to him while I moaned around his brother’s dick. I suckled on Davie’s dick with hunger. He groaned as my tongue swirled around him, polishing off the earthy flavor of his mother’s asshole.

“That’s it!” moaned Margaret. “Clean my son’s dick with that naughty mouth, Jennifer!”

“Oh, Mrs. Liberty is, Mommy!” Davie groaned.

“And her pussy is so fucking tight!” panted Ryan as he fucked me.

I groaned as I loved his cock thrusting into me. He fucked me with such passion. He buried his dick into me again and again. He buried hard and fast. I loved it. My face contorted with the delight of him plowing into me.

He fucked me hard and fast. He slammed that dick into my snatch with such force. It was wonderful. I enjoyed every moment of it. I loved it, moaning around his brother’s cock. I suckled on Davie, the sour flavor of his mother’s asshole suffusing my mouth.

He groaned as I loved his cock. I had only rarely suckled on George’s dick and hated it, but I found myself so eager. I nursed on him, drool running down my chin while his brother pounded my cunt. He buried his dick over and over into my snatch.

“Fuck, Mrs. Liberty!” Ryan groaned, his hands gripping me. “That’s it. Goddamn, that is it. You have an amazing pussy. Just an outstanding cunt for me to fuck. I love it.”

I squealed in delight, so glad that he enjoyed my pussy. I squeezed about him and wiggled my hips. I stirred my pussy around his cock, loving every moment of him pounding me. I groaned as he buried his dick into me. He plowed so deep and hard into my snatch.

Davie started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. They were both fucking me. Both enjoying my body. What had Mark once called Margaret? A MILF? Yes, yes, that was it. I had washed his mouth out with soap for saying that, but…

I had become one, hadn’t I? A MILF.

A mother they all wanted to fuck. And my boys would get to fuck me. They would get to pound my pussy like Ryan did. Get to slide back into my cunt and be in their mother again. I shuddered, my boobs swaying beneath me.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, boys!” Margaret purred. “Ooh, just take her hard. Fuck her! You boys are just as handsome as your father.” She rubbed at her belly. “But he’s coming back. I can feel it. Reincarnation. I’ve been thinking about it so much. Women bring life into this world. Mothers create it. Why not re-create it. One of my boys has bred me, and I have focused so hard on giving birth to my husband.

“He’ll be my husband-son. Then I’ll be his mommy-wife and we’ll be a family again! Isn’t that wonderful!”

My thoughts burned with the insanity of… of… her wonderful message. I wanted her to reincarnate her husband in her. That was such a beautiful thing. Mothers did have such power. We were the conduits of new life.

I wiggled my hips, rocking back into Ryan’s thrusts. I loved the way he pounded me as I nursed on his brother’s cock, cleaning off the last of Margaret’s sour musk. My orgasm built and built. I would have such a huge one. Just suck a big burst of pleasure.

My eyes squeezed shut. I loved his throbbing dick in my mouth. I nursed on him with such hunger, just bobbing my head with such enjoyment. I loved every moment of sucking on his dick as his brother pounded me.

“Mrs. Liberty!” Ryan groaned. “Let me feel that pussy cum. Oh, yes, yes, let me feel that twat going wild around my dick.”

He buried into me. I was so close.

“Mrs. Liberty!” Davie gasped. “You’re amazing! Yes!”

His cock fired into my mouth. I gasped at the salty spray of his cum. I found myself eager to swallow the boy’s jizz, having never let George I gulped it down, loving the flavor. The warmth of his spunk spread from my belly to my pussy being stuffed by Ryan’s cunt.

He buried into me as I gulped down his brother’s cum.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around Ryan’s thrusting cock. I spasmed and writhed. I shuddered at the delight rushing through my body. My twat suckled at his cock as he pumped away at me. I hungered for his seed to fire into me.

“Damn, Mrs. Liberty!” Ryan groaned and buried his cock to the hilt in me. “Just damn, that’s it!”

His cock erupted.

His cum fired into my pussy. I groaned as his dick unloaded into me. My twat writhed and spasmed, sucking at his dick. It was incredible to have his jizz pumping into me. He flooded me with such passion. My face contorted with delight as I gulped down his brother’s spunk.

“Mrs. Liberty!” whimpered Davie as he fired the last of his cum into my mouth.

I swallowed it all down. I gulped down his jizz, loving the flavor of his spunk. It was amazing to drink down every drop of it. A shiver ran through me. My pussy rippled and writhed around Ryan’s dick as I milked out the last of his cum. I shuddered, eyes squeezing shut.

I reached the peak of the most amazing orgasm yet. Even better than the Goddess fingering me. I was a naughty mommy that needed to love her boys. I wanted to run home right now and take Mark and Eric to my bed. To have them both in me.

“Oh, that was so hot,” moaned Margaret. “And you want to know the best part after your son has cum in another woman’s pussy?”

I nodded around Davie’s cock, whimpering at the bliss buzzing through me.

“It’s licking his cum out of her pussy,” purred Margaret. “We’re going to sixty-nine. You get to lick Ryan’s cum out of my pussy, and I get to lick it out of yours. On your back!”

Thoughts itching, I suddenly wanted that more than anything. Even if it was wrong to eat another woman’s pussy, this was the Goddess. My friend was so amazing.

I shuddered as the boys slid their cock out of my holes. Drool ran down my chin while Ryan’s cum leaked out of my twat. I rolled onto my back, my big boobs jiggling. Margaret stood, her hand still covering her brown-furred muff.

“I… I’ve never eaten pussy before,” I said, shuddering.

“Mmm, just do what I do to you,” she purred. “Lick and lap and do what comes naturally. Surely George has gone down on you before.”

I shook my head. “Never. He… he said men don’t do that.”

“Oh, he will after I’ve had a good talking with him.” She smiled. “We’re going to make sure husbands understand they have to please their wives, too. Mothers deserve to be worshiped.”

“Yes,” I moaned, the barest whisper of a tingle racing over my mind.

She straddled my head and sank to her knees. She pulled her hand away. Cum mattered her bush. That salty delight I had drunk from Davie’s cock. His older brother’s spunk. With it was this tangy aroma that must be Margaret’s feminine passion.

She sank her bush onto my face, her wet curls spilling over my lips and chin. They tickled my nose. Her hot pussy kissed my mouth next. I shuddered at the lesbian contact. I never thought something like this would happen, but it was.

My tongue licked out and gathered up the cum leaking out of her. The salty delight mixed with her tangy passion. It was… good. Exciting.

“Mmm, just like that,” Jennifer,” Margaret moaned as she leaned over. Her large breasts piled onto my stomach while her belly rubbed into my aching nipples. She nuzzled into my bush. “We’re going to feast on each other and make each other cum. Mothers have to love each other, too.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my thoughts prickling as I licked at her cunt again.

Then she stroked her tongue down my slit from my clit to my taint. I shuddered, my toes curling. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. I whimpered at how delicious her tongue felt stroking my labia. My back arched.

I feasted on her with such hunger inspired by her tongue fluttering up and down my folds. I lapped out the jizz bubbling out of her pussy. It spilled into my mouth and sent this naughty tingle racing through me.

“That’s so hot,” Ryan groaned. “Watching you two, Mom.”

“Yeah,” Davie croaked.

I bet it was.

I couldn’t stop licking Margaret’s pussy. The salty cum poured out of her twat, flavored by her tangy delight. I savored the incestuous mix of mother and son. Ryan had come from this snatch, now he had flooded her with his cum. That was so wonderful.

Jennifer thrust her tongue into my cunt to scoop out her son’s cum. I groaned, grabbing her ass and squeezing on her rump. That felt so incredible to have her tongue plunging into me like that. I loved what she did to me.

“Margaret,” I whimpered.

I thrust my tongue into her cunt and swirled around in her. I licked and lapped it up. I savored the flavor of their incestuous passion. I scooped out Ryan’s jizz from his mother’s cunt, savoring that salty flow.

My orgasms built as Margaret feasted on her son’s spunk in my twat. Her tongue darted in and scooped it out. A shiver ran through me. I trembled, my back arching and rubbing my nipples into her belly. That added a naughty tingle.

“Mmm, Jennifer,” she purred. “I am so glad you came over. You’re perfect.”

“Thank you!” I moaned.

My tongue fluttered through her folds. I caressed her, licking out more and more of her son’s cum, but it was dwindling. Running out. I whimpered, wanting to find it all, but it was vanishing much too fast. I whimpered, kneading her rump.

Then it was just her tangy pussy cream.

She licked at my pussy and I lapped at hers, my orgasm building and building. Her tongue felt so wonderful stroking me. I would have such a big climax. I couldn’t wait for it to explode through me. My face scrunched up as we tongued each other.

“Margaret!” I whimpered. “You taste so good.”

“So do you, Jennifer,” she purred and fluttered her tongue through my folds again.

I moaned my delight and licked her back with equal fervent passion, stroking from her clit to her taint and gathering up that tasty, tangy passion. I squirmed beneath her, feeling her boys watching us make love.

My tongue fluttered up and down her folds when she suckled my clit into her mouth. I squealed in delight at the feel of her mouth nursing on my bud. My pussy clenched. My tongue flicked up to her pearl. I swirled around it as she moaned.

I suckled on it as her lips nibbled on mine. I copied her, my orgasm swelling in me.

My fingers dug into her plump rump.

My back arched, pressing my tits into her stomach. My nipples drank in the feel of her skin. It shot down to my pussy. I suckled hard on her clit as my pleasure burst inside of me. The pleasure surged through me. I squealed in delight.

I came.

My pussy convulsed, juices gushing hot out of me.

“Yes!” Margaret gasped.

Her tangy cream flooded out of her cunt.

I opened my mouth, drinking that wonderful flood I loved it. I savored it. This was incredible to have her cream spilling into my mouth. I gulped it down. I savored every moment of the flood pouring out of her twat as my own pleasure spilled out of mine.

We licked at each other’s cunt. Two mothers cumming together.

“Jennifer!” she moaned. “You wonderful MILF!”

“You’re such a sexy MILF-goddess, Margaret!” I howled and licked at her cunt.

My body trembled through the rapture. It was so incredible to drown in this bliss. I worshiped my Goddess, and she did the same to me. We feasted on each other’s pussy cream. I drank down her tangy juices as my body shuddered through the ecstasy.

This was the best day of my life.

“Mmm, now we have to get going,” purred Margaret, “and attend to your boys and husband. Ryan, Davie, you both have to dates with your girlfriends planned. I want you to make such good love to them. They’re invited to come home for dinner. I want them to cook something yummy. And make sure there’s plenty of your cum in their pussies for me to enjoy.”

“Yes, Mom,” Ryan said.

“I will, Mommy!” said Davie.

They were such good and obedient boys. I couldn’t wait for mine to be like that.

To be continued…

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