What the hell was she supposed to do with her two lazy sons? Four months after they'd left school, almost 19 years old, and neither had tried much to get a job.
The twins were Lauren's only children. Complications meant she was never to conceive again, now she was at the top of her career in the big-city law firm in which she was a partner and had thrown herself into her career without compromising her role as mother to Ryan and Nick. They wanted for nothing, not even her loving attention and her time.
Their father was long gone after being caught with his dick in his secretary. His loss - these days she was earning more in two months than he did in a year.
Ryan was thinking about the army, Nick had no clue what he wanted. Lauren had given them the best education money can buy, but they'd not done well at high school and despite being smart in many ways, academic work was not one of them.
And this was the last straw. They hadn't started the evening meal despite it being their turn, hell they hadn't even put the day's dishes in the dishwasher.
Lauren kicked off her shoes and stormed upstairs in her stockinged feet ready to rip into them, but stopped short in the hall when she heard a female giggle from Nick's room, followed by Ryan's deep voice saying "I'm warning you, any more and you'll get it!"
Why was he in his brother Nick's room with a girl? Then it became clear when Nick said "He's ready. Are you?"
Lauren had to listen. She was intrigued so she got closer and listened at the door. The girl giggled again and simply said, "Go on then. I'm ready. Come on."
There was silence for a few seconds followed by rustling and creaking bed springs, then a long, low moan that could only have come from the girl, who began whispering dirty talk: "Oh yessss. Fuck, that's too hot. Slowly boys, go slowly till I stretch for you."
'Boys' plural? 'Stretch for you'?
It was clear there was sexual activity in there. Not in HER fucking house! Not while they were living off HER hard work!
She flung the door open and there they were. Nick was on his back on his huge king-size bed with its expensive blue satin sheets, his cock inside a skinny blonde's pussy, his feet towards the door to give his mother an instantaneous picture of the whole scene: Ryan was behind her with his dick in her butthole. It took them two or three stokes into the girl before the boys noticed she was there.
The girl didn't catch on until she felt them stop fucking altogether, then looking behind her at the fuming woman in the doorway she shrieked, but couldn't do much being pinned between two rigid cocks.
"I think you need to get dressed and go young lady." Her tone allowed no argument.
Lauren stormed off to her own room for a shower, but paused to listen while the boys swore and the girl made her exit. After hearing the front door close, Lauren took off her white cotton blouse and lace bra, threw them on the bed, and massaged her breasts thankful for them to be free of their constraints.
She was rightfully proud of them. Taking off her bra allowed them to fall maybe an inch, so firm were they, the roundness of her D-cups being capped with dark brown nipples that pointed upwards. Girls half her age dreamed of tits like them.
Unzipping her tight black business skirt and stepping out of it, she sat on her bed, and began rolling her stockings off first one leg then the other. No pantyhose for her; finest silk only. She caught a sight of herself in the full-length mirror and smiled at the reflection. She knew she had thighs men drooled over, calves that made women jealous, and dainty feet a fetishist would cream his pants just to lick once.
The mirror gave her a glimpse between her own thighs at the little white panties she wore. Opening her thighs wider, the reflection betrayed what she'd been mentally suppressing. What she'd witnessed gave her a distinct wet spot.
She'd been double-teamed herself a couple of times and had loved it. Was she aroused at the abstract thought of two cocks in one girl? Or was she aroused by the cocks being attached to her twin sons? Or maybe she was a little jealous of the girl?
While she pondered those thoughts, she inadvertently cupped her breasts and pulled at the nipples. They hardened, then suddenly she shocked herself out of the thought. They were her sons, for fuck's sake.
Time for a shower. The panties came off, she ran the shower and luxuriated under the strong hot stream as she washed away the day's troubles and the city grime. The problem was, her mind kept returning to her son's two cocks plundering the skinny girl. Maybe she'd allow herself a few minutes on her double toy later...
With her shoulder-length auburn hair wrapped in a towel and a one-piece pink cotton jumpsuit on that she liked to relax around the house in, Lauren went downstairs to persuade her boys to get on with preparing dinner.
They sat on the couch watching Mythbusters on TV.
"Ryan! Nick! Dammit you two lazy bastards don't even have the decency to shower and put the dinner on after I catch you both fucking some slut in my house. I work damned hard to provide for you. Don't you think you owe me something in return?"
Ryan spoke. He was usually the most assertive, even aggressive when his buttons are pushed. "Usually when you say you'll be late that means 9 or 10 o'clock. It's just past seven."
"So what?"
"So we didn't expect you yet. We'd have had our fun with Lucy, cooked the chili con carne and had it ready for you, but you came home early and fouled it up."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing! It's MY fault the kitchen's a mess and there's nothing ready to eat?"
"Yep, pretty much. And you owe us, I reckon."
"I owe YOU? How do you..."
Ryan stood and faced her directly. Nick looked back over his shoulder. Ryan continued: "We know you read Literotica mom. You've left the pages open more than once. We know you like two cocks at once, that's why we wanted to try it. Lucy's the first girl we found who was willing, and it took us ages to hook up with her and she charged us four hundred fucking dollars. So we figure you owe us."
