Mother Jackalyn felt an intense sexual ache in her stomach, which was a hot, almost uncontrollable desire, and this time there was no guilt about it. Of course the wine did the job and she was more than eager because tonight . . . will be the night of a very taboo scene. She pretended to clean the dishes over the sink as her two identical twin sons sat at the kitchen table, finishing their dinner and chatting about what eighteen-year-old boys usually talk about: fastidious cars, sports, prom, and sex . . .
However Kaniel and George are going to have themselves a nice surprise about how far sex can go tonight, Jackalyn thought with a little smile.
It can be fun to fantasize fucking their brains out without having them knowing. Wondering what George's cock would taste like while asking him what kind of soda he would like. Daydreaming how far can Kaniel cork her in the ass as she kisses him good-night. It can be fun but addicting. They were both well-built studs. Broad-shouldered, handsome, rock-hard chest, brunette with Apollo faces. Kaniel and George seemed to have almost identical lives together. Both of them were popular in school, same grades, same hair color, and yet she just learned some nights ago that the both of them dated the same girl.
But there are also certain personality traits that differ between them.
Kaniel was a little different with a bad-boy-kind of attitude. Love to curse loud, get in trouble a couple of times in school, drink a lot of his father's beers, but he had always been known to be an aggressive sort. George was a gentle one but he was still a charmer. He has a good sense of humor, loves to laugh a lot, and was terrific at flirting, even to his own mother. One time, whether he meant it or not, George complimented her body in a way that was . . . forbidden but sweet at the same time. "That's a fine set of legs you got there, Mom."
It was no surprise to hear this.
All the men throughout the small, cohesive suburb wanted her. Wanted her in many ways. She was aware of her cool ravishing smile which can break a heart like glass, aware of her DD-sized breasts, aware of her copious dark hair, aware of her robust ass, aware of her long, smooth legs, and her saccharine eyes. Of course, she was happily at ease with a successful husband and a family of two grown teenagers. But to hear a compliment from her own son did something to her . . . it had given her an idea to play. An idea that had became an obsession. An obsession that had became a plan. And a plan that will soon become a reality.
Oh, and guess what? Their father is currently out of state on a business trip just as Jackalyn expected and waited for. How perfect is that? She had never cheated on him, never even dream of cheating him, and why would she? Bobby was just as handsome as his two sons but their sex life had decreased dramatically in the past ten years and it came to a time where all her suppressed sexual longing exploded in one night. Oh, their Dad traveled a lot and that was going to become something of a great advantage for her AND them.
Something else had happened also. Last night, when she was showering in a hot, steaming downpour, she heard a noise and realized that one of the boys was watching through the knob, watching his own mother smearing her body with gurgling soap. Must have been Kaniel. Such a naughty boy he was. That was when she knew they were into her sextually. And that was when she decided to fuck their good sense out for sure.
"Mom, are you gonna eat?" George asked, looking over his shoulder. "You haven't even bothered making yourself a plate yet. "
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Kaniel said, joining him.
"I'll eat soon enough," she said, smiling to herself. "How was your food?"
"Great, Mom, thanks," George said, pushing the plate forward. "I'm pretty much done eating."
Kaniel nodded and pushed the plate aside. "Me, too."
She tossed her hair over and looked at them in the eyes dangerously with motherly concern. "Are you boys in the mood for dessert?"
"Hell, yeah!" Kaniel yelled, giving his brother a friendly punch in the shoulder. "What kind of dessert you gonna give us? Cheery pie?"
"No, it ought to be something else," George said with a disgusted face. "I'm getting sick of the same crap."
"It IS going to be something else," Mother Jackalyn confessed with a furtive smile. "A dessert you two puppies never had in your life. "
"All right, all right, Mom, stop teasing us," George said, chuckling uneasily. "So tell us what's the special dessert? "
It was almost time for the taboo to begin.
She could feel their eyes on her without having to look, feeling them drawing down on her full-sized carafes to her well-shaved thighs. How thrilling to be stared at from two cute studs. She felt her nipples hardened under her satin velvet robe, felt her long hair drooping down her back, and felt prepared to launch a full surprise attack tonight.
She stopped with the dishes and strolled toward them, lingering her eyes on them like a predator approaching its preys, and halted at the right distance. Not too far, not too close . . . yet.
She reached out took a fresh red apple out of a fruit basket, flashed them a come-hither smile, and untied her robe with one free hand, dropping it to the floor and revealing her entire half-naked statuesque figure to her little audience. Chair cranking back, George uttered a breathless gasp and curled his fists. Kaniel's wide eyes confirmed intense curiosity of a boy wanting to see more. Exposed to their eyes was a divine pair of melon-shaped jugs chock-full in a black nylon bra, her slender waist and her flat stomach bare under the brilliant kitchen light, but what was the most exposed was her private black panties. Smiling, she took the apple to her mouth and crunched a bite full, a great measure of produce juice leaking from her chin to the rift between her luscious breasts.
"I'm your dessert," she answered, swallowing her fruit. She realized she might be doing a lot more swallowing tonight.
"What the fuck," Kaniel breathed, mouth drooping opened.
"Come on, baby-poo, I think it's time you'd come out of the closet. I saw you that night when you were spying on me. My, darling, watching your own mother taking a shower while tugging your pee-pee."
George shot him a surprise look. "Dude, you were watching Mom shower?"
Mother Jackalyn turned to George, face coiled in a lustful anticipation. "Don't be such a hypocrite, tiger, I know you wanted me since you got your first pubic hair. " She stepped closer, feeling so confident this would work, and leaned toward him with a withering stare. Her large breasts hung down before his face, barely covered in the small bra. "Don't you want to see them?"
