"Last door on the right, end of the hall," Kathy Hanley called up the stairwell after her son Dave.
"I know where my old room is, thank you very much!' he snapped without looking back at her. He trudged on up the narrow stairs of the old house where he'd grown up, a wooden crate full of battered iron dumbbell plates balanced easily on one shoulder.
Kathy sighed. No point in letting his attitude discourage her. She hadn't expected that breaking through either of her sons' long-time hostility would be easy. Better to focus on the positive. Such as the sexy way Dave's hard little ass flexed under his slim-cut jeans with every step. Or the size of his cock bulge as he'd stepped down from the passenger side of the Jeep. Kathy noticed those things about every man she met. She habitually sized them up as potential bedmates without even thinking about it.
Both of her sons had real stud potential. She couldn't wait to try them out.
At barely eighteen, Dave was the younger brother. She'd had no direct contact with either him or twenty-year-old Carter since they'd moved out to join their father, Tom Hanley, and his newlywed second wife out west two years ago. Kathy had texted them both for a while. When she'd gotten no response from either she'd given that up in favor of occasional emails and birthday gifts, similarly ignored, and finally settled for tracking their lives on social media. They seemed healthy, both physically and mentally, and appeared to have many friends in their upscale new community. They were especially active in school sports.
And they behaved as if their mother did not exist.
Up until now, she'd had no choice but to grudgingly accept their rejection just as she'd shouldered the public blame for an ugly divorce. Whatever twisted version of the truth her ex-husband and his second wife had fed them wasn't something she could fight from a distance.
Now that her sons were inexplicably back under her roof? That was different. Kathy had a tried and tested arsenal of methods to lure and win the loyalty of any man. She grinned with wicked anticipation, sure that they'd soon be eating out of her hand--as well as her hot pussy.
A crash shook the ceiling, sending the chandelier in the foyer swinging.
"What was that?" Kathy shouted, starting up the stairs. "You okay up there?"
"I'm fine!" Dave growled. "Dropped a goddamn box. Fucking leave me alone!"
"Have it your way, kiddo," Kathy snapped back. "Just watch it. I can't afford to be replacing floors and cracked plaster. I'm not made out of money like your stepmother!"
"Hey, back off him, huh?" her older son, Carter, loomed in the doorway leading from the garage into the kitchen with a suitcase in each hand and a duffle bag tucked under one arm. He dropped his burdens heavily onto the tile floor. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."
At a glance, Carter and Dave looked like twins despite their two-year age difference. Both were tall, lean, and broad-shouldered. They'd inherited their mother's good looks, including her wheat-blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.
Twins in another way as well: the outline of Carter's cock inside his black running shorts was the equal of Dave's. Kathy's tongue tip dabbed moistly at her parted lips as she looked him up and down.
"What're you staring at?"
"Oh, nothing." Kathy sauntered across the kitchen toward him, hips swaying slightly with each step. "I'm just impressed at the way you're growing." She ran a hand down one of his rippling biceps. He jerked his arm away.
"Don't," he muttered.
Easy now,
she chided herself.
Don't be so obvious. You'll make him skittish.
Kathy was a strong-willed, independent woman. She wasn't intimidated by what she considered Carter and Davy's misplaced anger. Their temporary homecoming might be awkward now, but as far as she was concerned she had only one real problem: deciding which of her sons she would fuck first. She liked her studs young and hung, and she loved her sons. She saw no reason to separate her maternal and sexual impulses. But she hadn't yet worked out a plan. Should she fuck Carter first, or Dave?
It would be natural to favor her firstborn. On the other hand, she'd noticed on Dave's Instagram that there were few pictures of him in the company of women, certainly not anyone in particular, and no shots that hinted at mutual attractions. The possibility that Dave might be a virgin turned Kathy on so much that she didn't want to put off the opportunity any longer than she had to.
Or, maybe it would be fun to take both her sons on at the same time. She enjoyed a good double-fucking. Her cunt churned at the very notion, making the crotch of her pale blue silk panties wet.
Yes, definitely still some details to work out.
"Carter, sweetie, when I said that you and Davy could come home for the summer--"
--"This isn't home--"
"Don't interrupt me!" Irritated, Kathy jabbed her finger into Carter's chest. "I was pointing out that you called
me
and asked to stay here. Why?"
"Told you, Vanessa decided to shut the estate down and drag Dad off to Singapore for six months on vacation," Carter replied, glowering down at his mother. "Me and Dave didn't get an invite."
"So you said. But look here, you two are basically adults. You've got loads of friends and plenty of money. You could have found temporary digs one way or another out there in the Valley. Why come way back here when you hate me so?"
