Fun with my son and his bestfriend

One day, I slipped through the front door after drinks with friends, my senses softened by martinis, the house cloaked in quiet darkness save for a flickering glow from Jake’s room. My husband was away on a week-long business trip, leaving just Jake, my 18-year-old son, and his college buddy Ethan in our home. I didn’t announce my arrival—my purse thudded to the floor, heels kicked aside, and I padded down the hall, a sly grin curling at the thought of startling them mid-video game, flipping Jake’s prankster streak. But as I neared his door, the air thickened with low moans and the slick, rhythmic stroke of skin, far from their usual gaming chatter. I smirked, picturing them lost in some pornstar or hot classmate, some Insta siren with fake tits and a sultry pout.

Ear pressed to the wall, curiosity prickling, I caught Ethan’s cocky purr, “Fuck, that mouth’s built for sucking,” and Jake’s shy murmur, “I’d fuck her so hard.” My thighs clenched, amused by their raw hunger, imagining a glossy model on their screen. I nudged the door open a crack, ready to tease, but my breath snagged, heart slamming against my ribs. On the TV, *my* photos—Jake’s candids from last summer’s pool party, my red bikini clinging to my curves, ass taut in the thong, tits spilling over; another of me bending over in a sundress, cleavage plunging deep. He’d snapped them on his phone, now shared with Ethan. Their cocks were bared—Ethan’s thick and veined, Jake’s long and flushed—stroking furiously, pre-cum glistening, their boners straining as they touched themselves. Ethan growled, “I’d pound her pussy till she screams,” and Jake, voice quivering, said, “She’d fucking take it.” My cunt flooded, panties drenched, shock melding with a twisted heat that set my clit throbbing. I fled to my room, fingers diving into my slick pussy, their words—Ethan’s filthy chuckle, Jake’s shy groan—driving me to a shuddering climax, my moans smothered by my pillow.

The next morning, I chose a v-neck blouse, its neckline dipping to tease cleavage, the fabric whispering against my skin as I poured coffee, its bitter aroma mingling with my floral perfume. They sat at the kitchen island, cereal spoons clinking, eyes darting to my chest, their shorts tented with morning boners. Ethan grinned, “Aunty, that shirt’s fire,” his fingers tapping his mug twice—our secret signal, a conspiratorial pact we’d woven. Jake glanced, cheeks flushing, shifting to hide his erection, muttering, “Looks good, Mom.” I leaned forward to slide the sugar across, my tits swaying, a sliver of lace bra peeking out. “You boys behaving?” I purred, voice laced with mischief. Ethan’s fingers brushed mine, his boner twitching. Jake said, “Just eating,” hand adjusting his shorts. I left my phone on the counter, unlocked, a lingerie pic open—me in a black thong, sheer bra barely veiling my nipples—knowing they’d snoop. Later, I caught them hunched over Ethan’s phone, Ethan whispering, “Fuck, sent it,” both rubbing their bulges. That night, I slipped a perfumed note under Jake’s door, “Don’t stay up too late, boys ;),” my scent clinging to the paper. I overheard Ethan sniffing it, “Fuck, it’s her,” Jake groaning, “This is messing with me,” their hands stroking their hard-ons through their shorts. Their room echoed with moans, jerking to my photo, Ethan’s voice low, “Her ass is perfect,” Jake’s, “God, yeah.”

The following day, I wore denim shorts, tight against my thighs, paired with a loose tee, the soft cotton grazing my skin as I bent to grab a dish from the dishwasher, their eyes scalding me from the couch, Ethan’s boner pressing against his jeans, Jake’s hand covering his. Ethan whistled, “Aunty, those shorts are dangerous.” Jake’s gaze traced my legs, voice soft, “They’re nice, Mom,” shifting to conceal his erection. I chuckled, “You two are ridiculous,” my hips swaying as I sauntered off, their stares a tangible heat. Later, I caught them in the living room, tablet glowing with my yoga pants selfie, their cocks pulsing, hands moving fast over their shorts. Hidden behind the curtain, my fingers slipped inside my panties, rubbing my clit, stifling gasps as Ethan growled, “I’d fuck her right there,” and Jake mumbled, “I’d cum on her,” both touching themselves. I came, trembling, as they shuddered, unaware.

One evening, fresh from the shower, I stepped into the hallway in a white towel, hair dripping, the fabric clinging above my breasts, barely brushing my thighs. They were there, beers in hand, Ethan’s boner evident, Jake’s hand grazing his crotch. Ethan grinned, “Damn, you didn’t warn us, Aunty!” Jake’s jaw dropped, stammering, “Mom, you okay?” I giggled, “Didn’t see you!” letting the towel slip to reveal the curve of my breast, water beading down my skin. Ethan’s gaze devoured me, his hand brushing his bulge; Jake’s jeans tightened, fingers twitching. “You’re killing us,” Ethan murmured, nudging Jake, who mumbled, “Yeah, careful, Mom.” I scurried off, my pussy slick, and sent a tight-top selfie to our group chat—Jake’s creation for “house stuff”—texting, “Oops, meant for a friend!” Ethan replied, “Keep those coming, Aunty,” rubbing his cheek. Jake texted, “Mom, you sure?” I grinned, “Be good,” knowing they’d jerk off, their moans seeping through the wall, hands on their cocks.

The next afternoon, I wore a loose tank top, no bra, my nipples stiff under the thin cotton, paired with leggings that hugged my ass. Reaching for a high shelf, the tank rode up, exposing a nipple before I tugged it down. They froze, mid-sip of soda, Ethan’s boner straining his shorts, Jake’s hand covering his crotch. Ethan laughed, “Aunty, you’re playing dirty!” Jake’s eyes locked on my chest, voice low, “Mom, your shirt slipped.” I blushed, “Oops, too loose,” leaning to pass the bread, my tits brushing the counter. Ethan’s hand grazed my hip, winking, fingers brushing his bulge; Jake’s fingers brushed my arm, hand over his erection. I left a lacy red thong and a sleek purple vibrator in the bathroom, still warm, my perfume clinging to them. They found them, Ethan sniffing the thong, “Fuck, her pussy smells like this,” Jake groaning, “This vibe… hers?” They jerked off, hands on their boners, the thong and vibe between them, Ethan’s voice, “Imagine her using this,” Jake’s, “I can’t stop.”

Their mischief surged during a movie night, “accidentally” spilling soda on my t-shirt, the cold liquid soaking through, my nipples hardening against the clinging fabric. Ethan grinned, “Our bad, Aunty!” his boner twitching. Jake handed me a napkin, muttering, “Sorry, Mom,” hand over his crotch. I stood, pulse racing, “Close your eyes, you two, I’m grabbing a towel.” They smirked, Ethan peeking slightly, Jake’s hands over his face, mumbling, “Okay, Mom.” I dropped the shirt, my tits bare for a second, and wrapped a small towel, its edges barely covering my tits and pussy, the hem teasing my thighs. The doorbell rang—a delivery boy with a package. Ethan smirked, “Bet you won’t answer in that towel, Aunty,” rubbing his bulge. Jake hesitated, “Yeah, dare you, Mom,” hand on his boner. I laughed, “You’re on,” my pulse hammering. I opened the door, the boy’s eyes widening as the towel slipped, revealing my nipple’s edge and a glimpse of my pussy lips. “Thanks,” I said, smirking, closing the door. Ethan whooped, “Fucking legend, Aunty!” stroking over his shorts. Jake stammered, “Mom, that was insane,” hand twitching over his erection. I let the blanket drop, “Where were we?” Ethan whispered, “Bet you’d catch us jerking off and join in,” hand on his boner. I smirked, “In your dreams,” but murmured, “What would you do?” Jake mumbled, “I’d want you to show me,” fingers grazing his bulge. Ethan grinned, “I’d bend you over this couch,” rubbing himself.

The next evening, they pushed further, Ethan daring, “Aunty, bet you won’t flash by the living room window,” his boner pressing against his jeans, hand stroking lightly. Jake hesitated, “Mom, that’s risky,” covering his erection. I laughed, “You boys are insane,” but sauntered to the open window, curtains parted, the street dimly lit beyond. My robe slipped, baring my tits for a heartbeat, my pussy flashing as I “adjusted” it, a neighbor’s silhouette passing outside. Ethan’s gaze burned, “Fuck, you’re wild, Aunty,” hand on his bulge. Jake stammered, “Mom, someone could’ve seen,” his boner straining, fingers twitching. I smirked, “Just a quick tease,” my cunt dripping, the risk igniting a fire in my veins.

The following afternoon, while I was out grabbing groceries, I checked my phone’s IP cam feed, heart racing as I saw them sneak into my room, drawn to my nightstand. Ethan opened the drawer, eyes widening at the stash—vibrators in sleek purple, curved pink, a thick black dildo, a bullet vibe, nestled beside lube and silk restraints. “Fuck, Jake, your mom’s got a whole arsenal,” Ethan chuckled, picking up the black dildo, his boner straining his shorts as he rubbed it. Jake blushed, stammering, “Man, this is her stuff, we shouldn’t…” but grabbed the purple vibe, thumbing its surface, voice low, “She uses these?” hand grazing his bulging jeans. Ethan grinned, “Bet she fucks herself hard with ‘em. Imagine her moaning, man,” stroking himself over his shorts. Jake groaned, “Don’t say that,” but his boner twitched, hand pressing against it, their shared fantasy thickening the air as they left, minds racing.

Later that day, their boldness peaked as another delivery arrived. Ethan leaned forward, smirking, “Aunty, bet you can’t answer this one naked,” his boner straining his shorts, hand rubbing it. Jake’s eyes widened, “Mom, no way,” but his erection betrayed him, fingers pressing against it. I arched a brow, “You two are out of control,” but my pussy throbbed. “Close your eyes,” I said, standing, my robe loosening. They complied, Ethan’s smirk lingering, Jake covering his face, muttering, “Fuck, Mom.” I let the robe fall, my bare skin prickling, nipples stiff, pussy glistening, its trimmed hairs catching the light. The doorbell buzzed, and I walked to the door, heart thundering, every step a pulse of raw exposure. I opened it, standing naked before an older delivery man, late fifties, gray stubble framing a weathered face, his uniform sagging but eyes sharp, raking over my tanned tits, the curve of my hips, the neat trim of my pussy hairs. His jaw slackened, voice gravelly, “Lord, darlin’, you’re a vision, body like a fine wine, curves in all the right places.” His gaze lingered on my nipples, “Prettiest pair I’ve ever seen,” then dipped to my pussy, “And that sweet trim—goddamn perfection.” I smiled, taking the parcel, my skin tingling under his praise, “Thanks, kind sir,” letting the door shield me slightly. He tipped his cap, muttering, “Lucky day, lucky day,” as I closed it. Turning back, I caught Ethan and Jake staring, eyes wide open, their boners rock-hard, Ethan’s hand jerking over his shorts, Jake’s hand frozen over his bulging crotch. I gasped, smirking, “You sneaky boys, I said eyes closed! And look at those tents—can’t control yourselves, huh?” Ethan laughed, “Couldn’t resist, Aunty, that old guy got the view of his life,” stroking faster, eyes flicking to my pussy. “And damn, that trim down there’s fucking hot.” Jake blushed, stammering, “Mom, yeah, it’s nice,” trying to cover his boner, adding shyly, “Your hairs look sexy.” I smirked, “Naughty boys, you’re gonna ruin those shorts,” my cunt aching at their bold stares, the thrill coursing through me.

That evening, their daring flared in the backyard hot tub, steam curling under the stars, the water’s warmth enveloping us. I wore a bikini, the fabric clinging to my curves. Ethan, his boner tenting his swim trunks, grinned, “Aunty, can we ditch our shorts?” hand grazing his bulge. Jake, eyes wide, mumbled, “Mom, is that okay?” covering his crotch. I smirked, “Go ahead, boys, I don’t mind,” my pussy tingling. They slid off their trunks, going nude, their hard-ons bobbing briefly before they sat, hands shielding their boners, the water bubbling around us. Ethan’s gaze roamed my body, “Fuck, Aunty, your tits are unreal in that top,” hand twitching over his erection. Jake, blushing, added, “Mom, you look amazing,” fingers pressing his boner. I laughed, “You’re both so worked up. Jerk off if you want—I don’t care.” Ethan grinned, hand wrapping around his thick cock, stroking slowly, “Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Jake hesitated, then followed, his long cock in hand, stroking shyly, their boners glistening in the steam. On impulse, I untied my bikini, letting it slip off, my tits and pussy bare, the water lapping at my skin. Their jaws dropped, Ethan’s strokes faltering, “Holy fuck, Aunty, you’re naked!” Jake gasped, “Mom, shit, you’re wow,” his hand speeding up. Ethan groaned, “Your body’s fucking perfect, those curves, that pussy,” stroking faster. Jake, voice low, ventured, “Mom, could you spread your legs a bit?” I gasped, smirking, “Cheeky, Jake!” but parted my thighs, my pussy lips glistening above the water, my trimmed hairs catching the moonlight. Ethan whistled, “Fuck, that pussy looks so tight, Aunty, perfect trim.” Jake stammered, “Yeah, Mom, it’s so sexy,” his strokes quickening. As their hands moved, Ethan panted, “Join us, Aunty, rub that pussy right here.” Jake nodded, “Yeah, Mom, it’s okay with us,” hand flying on his boner. I smirked, “You boys are bold,” but slid my fingers to my clit, rubbing slowly, my pussy throbbing as their eyes locked on me, though my own pleasure didn’t crest. Ethan groaned, “Fuck, that’s hot,” his cock pulsing as he came, ropes of cum clouding the water. Jake followed, gasping, “Mom, fuck,” his cum mixing in the tub, their hands slowing. Ethan panted, “You good, Aunty? Did you cum?” I smirked, pulling my hand away, “Fingers aren’t enough for me, boys. I need more.” Jake’s eyes widened, “More like your toys?” Ethan grinned, “Fuck, you’re wild,” their spent cocks still twitching, the steamy air thick with shared heat.

The next evening at dinner, the table set with steaming lasagna, the air thick with my perfume, they exchanged smirks, their boners tenting their shorts, the secret of my toys burning between them. Ethan leaned forward, “Aunty, we saw your collection,” hand brushing his bulge. Jake mumbled, “Yeah, Mom, those toys,” fingers twitching over his erection. I arched a brow, pulse quickening, “You boys snooping?” Ethan grinned, “Bet you can’t wear one of those vibes through dinner,” stroking lightly. Jake added, “Yeah, Mom, dare you,” hand on his boner. I laughed, “You’re trouble,” but stood, my pussy wet. “I’ll go to the bathroom to put it in,” I said, but Ethan smirked, “We’ve seen your pussy already, Aunty. Do it here.” Jake nodded, “Yeah, Mom, it’s fine,” hand grazing his bulge. I arched a brow, “Bold move, boys,” and slid off my leggings and panties, my pussy bare, trimmed hairs catching the light. Their eyes locked on me, boners twitching. I grabbed the purple vibe from the three I’d brought—purple, pink, bullet—and eased it into my pussy, its cool weight filling me, my lips parting with a soft moan. I left my bottoms off, sitting bare-assed on the chair, legs slightly parted. Jake, eyes wide, said, “That’s good,” hand over his erection, then asked, “Can I have the remote?” I smirked, handing it over, “Behave.” Jake pressed it, a buzz jolting my clit, making me gasp, fork clattering. They smirked, Ethan grinning, “Hold it together, Aunty,” stroking over his shorts. Jake asked, “You okay, Mom?” hand grazing his boner. The vibrations surged, my pussy soaking, thighs trembling as I fought to eat, cumming silently, biting my lip, their eyes taunting, the thrill searing.

That night, they started a tickle fight in the living room, Ethan grabbing my waist, fingers brushing my hips, his boner pressing against me, hand grazing it. I laughed, “Oh, you’re dead!” wrestling back, my robe slipping to show more skin, my nipple grazing Ethan’s arm. Jake joined, hesitant, “Mom, you sure?” his hands lingering on my thighs, his erection obvious, fingers twitching over it. I pulled back, breathless, “You boys play rough, and look at those tents—hard as rocks, huh?” Ethan grinned, stroking his bulge, “Not hard enough, Aunty, not like that big black dildo in your stash.” Jake blushed, hand over his boner, “What’s the biggest you’ve taken?” I smirked, “That black one’s the biggest—thick, fills me tight.” Ethan’s eyes glinted, “When’d you lose your virginity?” I chuckled, “Sixteen, to a senior who couldn’t last.” Jake asked, “Youngest and oldest you’ve been with?” I sipped my wine, “Youngest was a 19-year-old lifeguard, all stamina. Oldest? Sixty, knew every trick.” Ethan stroked faster, “Weird hookups? Kinky shit?” I grinned, “Fucked a guy in a club bathroom, mirrors everywhere—watched myself cum.” Jake, hand on his boner, mumbled, “Lesbian stuff?” I laughed, “Messed around with a girl in college, her tongue was unreal.” Ethan groaned, “Taboo stuff, Aunty? Forbidden shit?” I smirked, “Blurred some lines you’d blush at.” Ethan pushed, “Ever done group stuff?” I winked, “Threesome once, two guys, kept up all night.” Jake stammered, “Anal?” I grinned, “Tried it, tight but fun with the right prep.” Ethan panted, “Public sex?” I laughed, “Beach at midnight, waves crashing, got caught by a jogger.” Jake whispered, “Roleplay?” I smirked, “Dressed as a nurse once, drove him wild.” Ethan asked, “Ever used toys in public?” I grinned, “Vibe in my panties at a movie theater, came during the quiet scene.” Jake mumbled, “Bondage?” I laughed, “Tied up once, silk ropes, loved the tease.” Their hands moved faster, boners straining, Ethan groaning, “You’re fucking wild,” Jake whispering, “Mom, that’s so hot,” their questions fueling the electric air, my pussy throbbing.

Two nights later, I left my bedroom door wide open, knowing they’d pass by after their movie. I lay on my bed, completely nude, legs spread, the purple vibrator buzzing deep in my pussy, fingers circling my clit, moaning, “Fuck, yes,” my tits swaying with each thrust. Their footsteps halted, shadows in the doorway, their boners tenting their shorts. Ethan whispered, “She’s fucking herself,” hand on his bulge. Jake’s breath hitched, “Holy shit,” fingers grazing his erection. I glanced up, catching their stares, but kept going, my pussy dripping, vibe humming. Ethan stepped inside, “Fuck, Aunty, you don’t care?” I smirked, “Keep watching if you want,” thrusting harder. Jake hesitated, then followed, both dropping their shorts, their cocks springing free—Ethan’s thick, Jake’s long—stroking in sync with me. I moaned, “That’s it, boys,” my fingers flying, their eyes locked on my pussy and tits. Ethan reached out, his hand grazing my nipple, “Can I?” I nodded, “Go ahead,” his fingers pinching my nipple, sending jolts to my clit. Jake, bolder, touched my other tit, “Mom, is this okay?” his fingers circling my nipple. I gasped, “Keep going,” their hands exploring my breasts, squeezing, teasing, as they jerked their cocks. My pussy clenched, the vibe pushing me over, and I came hard, squirting across the bed, juices soaking the sheets, my body shaking. “Fuck, Aunty, you squirted!” Ethan groaned, stroking faster, his cum shooting onto his hand. Jake gasped, “Mom, that was insane,” cumming in ropes, his hand trembling. I panted, vibe still buzzing, “You boys liked that, huh?” Ethan grinned, “Fucking hottest thing I’ve seen,” hand still on his softening cock. Jake mumbled, “Mom, you’re unreal,” his fingers lingering on my nipple, their touches and words keeping my pussy throbbing.

The tension snapped the next night in the den, the air heavy with unspoken desire, a comedy’s laugh track a faint hum against our quickened breaths. I wore a silky robe, half-open, my thighs bare, their warmth radiating as they sat close on either side, their boners straining their shorts. Ethan leaned in, his breath hot, “Aunty, this robe’s begging to slide off,” hand grazing his bulge. Jake shifted, nervous, “Yeah, it’s sexy, Mom,” fingers over his erection. I smirked, “You boys talk big,” letting the robe slip to bare my tits, nipples stiff in the cool air. Ethan’s hand cupped one, his thumb circling slowly, “Fuck, you’re perfect,” stroking himself. Jake hesitated, then touched the other, “Mom, is this okay?” hand on his boner, voice trembling. I moaned, “Keep going,” guiding their hands to my pussy, wet through my panties, the fabric slick against my clit. Ethan kissed me, his tongue plunging deep, laughing softly, “Knew you were game,” jerking over his shorts. Jake’s lips grazed my neck, “You’re so fucking soft,” fingers rubbing his erection, his breath shaky.

I tugged their shorts down, their cocks springing free—Ethan’s thick, pulsing, Jake’s long, leaking pre-cum. I teased, slow strokes, my fingers slick, “Ready for something hard?” Ethan grinned, “Been ready, Aunty,” hand on his boner, voice rough. Jake whispered, “Fuck, Mom, yeah,” stroking himself, eyes locked on me. I spread my legs, Ethan’s tongue lapping my clit, slow and deliberate, sucking hard, while Jake kissed my inner thighs, his lips brushing my pussy lips, hesitant but hungry, hand on his erection. Their tongues met, licking together, my juices dripping as I moaned, “Don’t stop.” I came, squirting on their faces, my thighs trembling, the pleasure crashing through me. I pushed Ethan down, straddling him, grinding my pussy on his cock, teasing until he groaned, “Aunty, you’re killing me,” stroking himself. Jake watched, jerking his boner, “God, Mom, you’re so sexy.” I rode Ethan, his thick cock stretching my cunt, slow at first, then slamming deep, my tits bouncing with each thrust. Jake took his turn, his long cock sliding in, deep and steady, “Fuck, Mom, you’re so tight,” hand on his boner. I sucked Ethan’s cock, tasting my juices, gagging as he fucked my mouth, growling, “Take it all,” stroking himself. I came again, squirting on Jake’s cock, screaming, “Fuck, yes!” They switched, Ethan pounding my pussy, Jake’s cock in my throat, their hands pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit, jerking their boners, driving me wild. Ethan growled, “I’m cumming,” shooting hot, thick cum deep inside me, pulsing in my cunt. Jake pulled out, cumming on my tits, ropes dripping down my skin, hand still on his boner. We collapsed, panting, cum and juices mixing, our bodies slick with sweat.

After dressing, we sat close in the den, the TV’s glow casting soft shadows, my robe slightly open, thighs exposed, my perfume lingering in the air. Ethan winked, “Good game, Aunty,” his voice low, hand grazing his softening bulge. Jake said shyly, “Yeah, Mom, you’re wow,” his eyes hungry, fingers over his crotch. I smirked, “Don’t get cocky, boys,” my foot grazing their legs under the table, their gazes promising more, my cunt already aching for it.