It was Jeanneene's birthday. She had made sure her twin sons, Ryan and Mason, were out for the evening with friends. She paced her bedroom, anxiously awaiting the surprise her husband had promised her when he got home from work. Six o'clock came. No Steve. Her pacing got faster as she fantasized about what his present might be. Over the phone that afternoon, he had teased her to no end, bringing her to the excited conclusion that it was something sexual. She lusted after the possibilities, as their sex life had been fairly dull the past few years. As she daydreamed, her pussy began to throb with longing. She lay down on the bed and began to fondle herself with anticipation. Her already hard nipples stood to attention like little soldiers on her bosom.
As she fantasized, her eyes closed, she was unaware of her sons, home early from their night out, standing in the doorway, gazing longingly at her mature but still desirable body. Their eyes rolled over her perfect C-cup breasts that had not yet begun to sag, her flat stomach, and her natural forest, trimmed just perfectly. Their 10-inch cocks began to rise. As Jeanneene writhed on the bed, Ryan and Mason looked at each other and decided silently to disrobe and aid their sexy mother in her daydreams.
Jeanneene imagined Steve's strong, masculine hands groping her voluptuous bosom lovingly. The image almost seemed real β she believed she could feel his hands on her. Suddenly her eyes flew open. There were hands on her breasts! Mason and Ryan had laid down on either side of her and were gently fondling her. Her first thought was β oh my god, my sons are touching me naked. Her second thought was β this is wrong, these are my sons! Her third and strongest thought was β they have the biggest, most beautiful cocks I've ever seen in my life. This thought took over her mind, and she let them continue to feel her.