Free Use Mommy

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This is a work of fiction. Any names and persons in this story are fictional and any resemblance to actual people living or dead is purely coincidental.

Hello, my name is Abby. I'm a 43-year-old widow. I am mother of three sons, Matthew 23, Mark 21 and Luke 18. Not our real names. The boys were spitting imagines of their father. About 6 months ago my husband of 25 years, John, was killed by a drunk driver. The drunk driver was out on bail and had 3 previous DUIs. John was the love of my life, the only man I was ever with sexually. He was bigger than life; he was a man's man. He stood 6'3", was a fit 240 pounds, rugged good looks with wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. I miss him terribly.

Between the settlement, and the life insurance I am well taken care financially but emotionally I am a wreck. My only solace is when I am alone. I can put on my noise cancelling headphones and listen to some smooth jazz. I will lay in the center of my bed naked, the bed I shared with John and masturbate to my memories of the two of us making love.

It was during one of these sessions that my world was turned upside down. Matt and Mark had a place of their own across town by the university they were attending. Mark was still in high school and would be at basketball practice and not home for a couple of more hours.

I assumed my position on the bed with my headphones on. My legs were spread bent at the knees with the heels of my feet against my butt. I was furiously circling my clit with my fingers close to bringing myself to my first climax. Usually during these sessions, I make myself orgasm 3 or 4 times depending how horny I was.

My eyes were shut, and my mouth was slightly open when all of a sudden someone buried their face into my pussy locking in with their arms through my legs. I started to scream but a hand quickly covered my mouth. I looked down and was shocked to see my son Mathew looking up at me. Standing next to the side of the bed was Mark watching. I was so close to coming and Mathew knew it as he sucked my engorged clit into his mouth. I came so hard I am surprised I didn't dislocate something. Mathew never lost contact and continued to kiss and suck on my clit. I finally yelled out, "Mathew stop, this is wrong, stop Mathew."

Mathew looked up at me with the same big brown eyes his father had and said, "Mom, we love you and we are going to make love to you."

I said "We?"

"Mark and I, we have talked about being with you for years and when we saw you on the bed playing with yourself, we had to have you."

I told him to stop but he didn't listen, and I was soon on the precipice of another orgasm and based on how it felt coming on it was going to be bigger than the first. I heard rustling to my side glanced over to see mark naked with a large erection. Similar to his father's eight inches. He was stroking it as he watched me being eaten out by his brother. He shuffled over to me took my hand and placed it on his cock. I instinctively held it and started stoking it. It felt so warm and hard in my hand. Again, it felt like John's.

I came again and I think I actually passed out for a few seconds. When I came to Mathew was on his knees between my legs naked with an almost identical hard on as his brothers. He said, "Mom I am going to make love to you and when I am done Mark will take my place and make love to you." I didn't answer I was in a trance looking at my two naked sons who were going to ravage my body. Mathew then placed his arms under my legs lifting them up and proceeded to impale me on his hard cock. I saw stars as he slowly built up a rhythm and was soon pounding into me and I loved it.

Mark crawled on the bed positioning his cock by my mouth and I looked up at him with glazed eyes. He said, "Mom, suck it." I did without hesitation. It felt so right, having my boys making love to me.

I was quickly approaching my third orgasm, and I had to spit out Mark's cock for fear of biting it off. Mathew said he was close, and we finally came together. He roared just like his father used to as he deposited his load in me. He rolled to the side and Mark said, "Mom turn over, I want you doggy." I did as I was told but was too exhausted to lift my butt in the air, so Mark lifted my ass up by my hips and penetrated my soaking pussy with one jab. He pounded me for over 10 minutes until I had my fourth orgasm, and he finally came with the same roar. When Mark released my hips, I collapsed on my belly between the two of them and quickly fell asleep.

I am not sure how long we slept but I heard some more rustling of clothes and turned my head to see Luke at the end of the bed naked with a cock longer and thicker than his dad's or brothers. Without saying a word, he crawled up my back and easily mated with me. I was soon in the throes of another orgasm as Luke pounded away on my very soaked and well used pussy.

The commotion of Luke fucking me woke his brothers who were refreshed and ready to go another round or two. I couldn't count the number of times I came that night. I thought I would feel guilty or embarrassed but had no such feelings. I loved my boys, and they loved me and from that point on I was a free use mommy.