The Double Trouble
Dear Literotica Forums,
So let me tell you a story. You can believe it or not, but this is the way it happened. I'm a forty years young mom, and I have three kids. My oldest is my daughter Angie, age twenty, and my other two are what I call my Double Trouble. That would be Mark and Matt, who are eighteen, and who just happen to be twins. All of my kids are good looking. They got their looks from me, and certainly not from that jerk that I was married to when I had them.
I'm one of those women that you hear about, that holds out for a Prince Charming who has it all: the looks, the career, and money in the bank. And why not? I have all those things, so why shouldn't I want a man that has the same? I worked hard for what I have, and I'm not about to share it with some slouch who's looking for an easy sheep to fleece. I can be opinionated, and I can be outright pushy when I have to be. I'm not one of those women with no self-esteem that has to follow a man around like a dog. It's either my way or the highway, take it or leave it, buster. I'd rather be happy and single than have a shitty boyfriend and be pissed off all the time.
My Angie, she's fairly quiet and reserved, but let me tell you about my boys. They're the type that used to get chased around by the neighbors when they were kids, and who gave me all kinds of headaches from the principals at every single one of the schools they've gone to. Don't get me wrong, because they're not bad kids. I taught them how to stand up for themselves and how they shouldn't take shit from anybody. They may be eighteen, but they're not boys; they're men.
I may have started this whole mess, without intending to. One day we were all sitting around the kitchen table and having dinner, when one of my boys asked me why I hadn't had a boyfriend in a while. I said that I didn't need just any man, but if I found a good one, he would probably be a lot like my sons. I meant that as a compliment to their character, but now that I look back on it, they both might have taken it the wrong way.
I already told you that my twins are good looking. Hardly a week would pass by before they were talking about some new girls they'd met at school. My two boys always managed to get these girls to take off their shirts for them. They had picture album full of topless girls. I was always after them not to be jerks to all these young ladies. They said they weren't, and I believed them because while they had strong characters, they also had good characters. They weren't out breaking hearts, but they did have a little flock of girls after them all the time. Basically, I taught them to live life to the fullest today because tomorrow is guaranteed to nobody, and that's exactly what they did. With all of those girls around, you'd think they would have had enough on their hands. Apparently, they did not, because they came along and started messing around with me.
I get out of work at about the same time they get out of school. I used to pick them up all the time, but since they've gotten older they either walk home together, or they'll get a ride from one of their friends. Sometimes I'm tired enough that I'll take a nap in the afternoon. When I get up I'll start dinner. My boys know that and they respect that, so I have the quiet time I need. They know better than to get loud while I'm sleeping, because I can fly off the handle if they get me in a mood. My oldest daughter usually isn't home until later, because she works during the day and goes to school at night.
Well, on this one occasion, I was taking a nap on my bed when I heard somebody in my room. I turned around to see who it was, and I saw both Matt and Mark. One of them had a video camera, and both of them were laughing. I asked them what the hell they were doing in my room, and they said they were recording me while I was sleeping. I asked them what the hell for, and they said I had a nice, fat ass. That's when I told them to get the hell out. I thought they were just screwing around, but as it turns out that was just the beginning.
While I was making dinner, Matt came by with that same stupid camera. He told me he was going to record my ass again. As a joke, I stuck my ass out for him and told him to get a good shot so he could frame it, before I shook my head and went back to getting dinner ready.
Now, I couldn't tell you if they came by and recorded me all the time while I was taking a nap. I just know that a few days later, I woke up, and both of my sons were in my bedroom. Like the last time, one of them had the camera in his hand. I asked them if they hadn't gotten enough video the first time, and they both thought this was a big joke.
Mark came and sat on the edge of my bed. He said he was going to massage my legs. I was not about to turn away any kind of massage, not even if my other son Matt was holding the camera and recording it.
When I take my naps, I usually lie down with either my shorts or my sweats on, and I end up sleeping on my stomach. Mark was no masseuse, but he was decent enough that I was lulled while he was doing it. He massaged my feet, my calves and my thighs. I was happy enough with the service that I let Mark choose what he wanted for dinner.
The following day, I took my nap while wearing my shorts. My sons let me sleep near to the end of the usual time, but they did come into my room before I'd gotten up. This time, Mark was holding the camera, and it was Matt who volunteered to give me a massage. I said sure, what the hell, I'll take another one, because for me those massages don't come but few and far between.
Matt worked his way up in the same way that his brother had the day before, from my calves up to my thighs. He went up higher on my thighs than I expected, and I was getting good and ready to stop him. It was a toss-up, because I was enjoying what my son was doing. I kept myself prone on the bed, and I let him knead my thighs up really close to my ass. I could feel him inching closer, and I remembered that whole infatuation they'd been having with my ass recently. I thought that maybe they dared each other to do it. I wondered if the price I'd have to pay for that massage was for my son to cop a feel on me, while my other son got it all on video.
Matt did put his hands on my ass. He worked it just like he'd been working my legs. It felt nice enough that I let him keep going. Like I said, I hadn't had a boyfriend in a good while. Nobody had been paying attention to my body that way. I held my pillow tight and I closed my eyes and took it all in.
I almost lost it when Matt's hands went under my shorts. My son was feeling me up through my panties! I'd buried my head into my pillow by then. I was moaning into my pillow. I couldn't tell you why I didn't stop him except there had been no man in my life recently.
When Matt's fingers pushed my panties aside, I braced myself tight. When he pushed them into my pussy I did lose it and I started moaning out loud. I either forgot or ignored that my other son was still in the room with the camera. I hadn't had anything in my pussy for so long. I was trying to rationalize to myself that my son had earned it by giving me the massage in the first place.
