Barbara relaxed back in her bathtub with a glass of wine in her hand thinking about her life. She was 38 years old, 5 ft. 8 inches tall, had long chestnut hair that hung halfway down her back, long slim legs, and if she said so herself, a killer ass. She had always thought that her C cup breasts were too small, but she had large nipples that were so sensitive that she sometimes thought that the breeze from a butterfly flapping it's wings was enough to get them hard. She was physically in great shape. She ran every day and went to the gym 3 days a week.
She had only been with one man in her life, her husband Bill. They had gotten married 19 years earlier when they were in college and she had gotten pregnant with their only child, Tom. Through the years she had often wondered if there was something "wrong" with her. She heard other wives complain about how all their husbands ever thought about was sex, as did she, but Bill seemed satisfied with "doing it" once every week or two. Maybe she was like a man and Bill like some women as far as sex drives went. She often thought that the vibrator gag gift she got at her bridal shower might have saved their marriage. She didn't even know what it was when she got it, and one of her friends had to explain how to use it to her. At the time she thought that it was disgusting and would never use it, but during a particularly frustrating time after being married for a couple of years, she dug it out of the bottom of a drawer where she had thrown it, and after looking at it for a long time, tried it out. She smiled and thought that if she had invested in battery makers, she would now be rich. This was especially true when because of his career he started spending weeks and months away from home on engineering jobs, only able to come home for several days and then be gone again, she was often very frustrated. Also, Barbara, her older brother by 2 years Dave, and her younger sister by ten years, Jane, had received a sizeable trust fund when their parents died 7 years ago. Bill became angry when Barbara refused to "loan" him the money, to start his own business, and he never seemed to recover from it. Barbara realized even before her parents died that she no longer loved Bill, and was beginning to doubt that he ever actually loved him. She remained married to him because of her son Tom, but lately she was beginning to think that it was time to divorce her husband.
Barbara's mind drifted to her son Tom and his friend Larry. They had been friends since they were both 10 years old. Larry's parents seemed to view him as some kind of a nuisance in their lives and it was common for him to stay at Tom's house while Larry's parents went on one trip or another. He was often there when they ate supper, and it sometimes seemed that he spent more time at Tom's house then he did at his own. It reached a point to where they started calling the guest room "Larry's Room", and Barbara often referred to him as her "other son" and Larry called her "Mom."
Then Tom and Larry turned 18 years old, and things started to change. It seemed as though it was overnight and all of a sudden, both Tom and Larry (especially Larry) were over 6 feet tall, had wide shoulders, and slim builds. They looked very similar in build and even their facial features. The biggest difference in their appearance was that Tom had blue eyes and Larry's were brown. Barbara thought that his eyes made him look sensitive, and he was always very polite to her. Although it wasn't a conscious action on Barbara's part, she started dressing more enticing in Larry's presence. When he was present she would wear tight shorts, wear T-shirts often cut short and exposing her midriff, and go braless, most often with her sensitive nipples hard and erect. She would find excuses to bend over from the waist to pick something up, giving him a good view of her bottom, or throw her shoulders back while taking a deep breath, making her breasts and nipples more prominent while standing in front of him. When she did those things she would often catch Larry staring at her bottom or breast, and he and Jack would both turn red and leave the room.
That same year for a graduation present, Barbara's younger sister Jane offered to take Jack with her on a month long trip to Europe to visit Cathedrals. Jane's husband had been killed several years earlier in a car crash, and she didn't want to travel alone. When Jack mentioned that he wished Larry could come with them, Jane didn't hesitate to invite him too. Barbara didn't think that the boys really wanted to spend allot of time with Jane. Jane didn't seem to care much about her appearance. She dressed like a cross between a librarian and a Sunday school teacher, didn't wear makeup, and wore large dark rimmed glasses. Not someone you would want to go with for a good time, but the boys must have been able to spend some time away from her and experience some of Europe, because they seemed much more self-assured and confident upon their return.
Now they were both attending the State University several hours away. Fortunately for them, they were roommates in the dorms.
Shortly after the boys left, her husband started getting her to read sex stories on the net and in some magazines as well as watching adult movies. She learned some "new" terms for body areas, such as she didn't refer to it as her "down there" area, it was her pussy. It isn't a "thing" it's a cock or a dick. It wasn't her "bottom" or "behind" it's her ass, and the hardest thing for her even now, it wasn't her "vagina", it was her cunt. Her husband often insisted on her using those terms during the occasions where instead of "making love", they fucked. She did notice however that her husband was particularly interested in FMF threesomes. She strongly suspected that he wanted her to participate in such an arrangement with him and one other woman, and considering how many times when he came home after being gone for an extended period of time with little interest in sex, she came to believe that he was already fucking the other woman.
She held her husband, the wine, and the stories that put the idea in her head about fucking Larry, responsible for what happened last weekend when the boys came home.
It was Saturday morning, and "her boys" were home from the University. She was drinking a glass of wine after doing her morning run when Jack informed her that he and Larry were going to go play basketball with some friends. They were both dressed in sweat pants and T-shirts. After the left she poured herself another glass of wine and went and took a shower. While in the shower she thought about how sad it was that they weren't going out to meet some girls, although in Larry's case, she was secretly happy that they weren't. When she asked them about girls, they just shrugged. She had read about the thing called "blue balls" and felt sorry for both of them. When she was done with her shower, she looked in her mirror and decided that her pubic hair needed trimming, but first, another glass of wine. She put on a short white robe that came down mid-thigh, grabbed a small pair of scissors and a hand mirror. She went into the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine and then went into the living room and sat down on an easy chair. The light seemed better here, but she would have to be sure to vacuum up the hair. She had her robe open and her legs spread apart when she heard the door open and close, and the boys talking as they headed for the living room. She quickly pulled her robe closed and tried to hide the mirror and scissors before they entered the room. She didn't think that they would notice the tiny remains of her clipped pubic hair lying on the carpet.
When the boys entered they told her that it was raining, and then for some reason, sat down on the couch directly across from her. After a few minutes of silence she realized that they were both staring at her, or to be more exact, at the area below her waist. She looked down and realized that not only had her robe fallen back open when she was trying to had the mirror and scissors, but perhaps because of the wine, her legs were spread apart. Both boys were staring at her exposed pussy, and it was wide open staring back at them!
She gasped, and while pulling her robe shut, she quickly pulled her legs together. Both boys jumped up and without saying a word, fled the room. Although deeply embarrassed, Barbara was also excited because as they were leaving, Barbara noticed that through their sweatpants she could see large semi-hard cocks on both boys. Large! Thinking about Larry's large cock made her wet down there. As for Jack's, which might have been larger, it was a little sick to think about, but at his age it was probably a natural reaction for what she was sure was his first view of real woman's pussy. She knew one thing for sure, he didn't inherit that from his father. His father had a "thing", Jack had a cock!
The boys were so embarrassed that they left within the hour and returned to the University a day early. She knew that things might be a little uncomfortable for the three of them for a while, and was a little nervous thinking about what they would think the next time they all got together.
While sitting in the bathtub drinking a glass of wine and thinking of Larry's cock, her free hand almost without her thinking about it, slowly glided to her clitoris and started massaging it slowly.
The boys would be coming here tonight to spend the weekend. It would be sometime after midnight since Larry had some things he had to do at school first before they started on their way here. She told them that she wouldn't wait up for them, and would see them in the morning.
It was after midnight when Barbara woke up to the front door of the house opening and then closing. She had intended to wait up for them, but probably of the warm bath and the wine, decided to "just lie down" for a minute, and fell asleep. First she heard the door to Jack's room open. She knew that he wouldn't be happy to see that it was just as he left it, unmade and with stained sheets on the bed. She didn't want to know where the stains came from, but she had a pretty good idea. She had asked both boys to strip their beds and put the sheets in the laundry room, but Jack had ignored her. Larry had not only done as she asked, but actually put the sheets in the washing machine and started it. Larry's bed was made with fresh sheets, Jack's was not.
She heard bedroom doors opening and closing, someone walking down the hall to the bathroom, more door closing, and then finally silence. She kept thinking about how sweet Larry was, his beautiful brown eyes, how he didn't have any girlfriends, his poor blue balls, and especially, his big cock. After an hour of tossing and turning she got out of bed and slowly stripped off her nightgown and panties, put on a robe, and silently padded across the hall to Larry's bedroom, and quietly went inside.
Larry's room was dark. The only light that Barbara could see came from the clock radio next to the bed. She stood motionless listening for several moments. She could hear Larry's deep breathing and decided that he was asleep. After silently closing the door she moved silently to the head of the bed and looked down at the vague outline of someone on the bed. Then what she could only think of as fate, the moon came out, and because of a gap in the drapes and the height of the headboard, a small area of the of bed was lit in soft light. She looked and saw Larry must be asleep naked, because he had kicked off the covers exposing his cock. His naked waist and his large and hard cock!
Barbara climbed on the bed, and crawled to where she could lean down and take Larry's cock in her hand, although it was too big for her to wrap her hand completely around it. With her other hand she reached down and cradled his balls in her other hand. She knew from seeing his bulge in his sweatpants that Larry had a big cock, but for some reason she was taken by surprise by the size of his balls. She had seen pictures of course, but for some reason she still thought that all men's nuts were the same size. Compared to her husband Bill's balls, Larry's were huge.
