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Sunlight shines through the half-opened bedroom window of Elizabeth Wells. She stirs restlessly, trying to avoid the harsh morning light. She moves as if to sit up in bed only to change her mind, pulling her large, blue comforter over her face. Elizabeth has never been a morning person, but she knew she opened the blinds and window the night before for a reason… if only she could remember what that reason was. Nearby voices cause her further unrest and she eventually sighs, sitting upright. The voices belong to her twin boys, Jonathan and Tobi Wells. The tired mother frowns, straining to listen to their latest argument. However, it soon proves to be useless. The walls of their home are too thick to make out actual words.
Elizabeth stretches as two pairs of feet come quietly to her bedroom door, removing the blanket from her face. She leaves it slightly ajar due to the fact that it never quite closes right without an exhausting amount of force. She had meant to fix it and keeps telling herself that she will. But it has been left in that state for three years now. One of her sons slowly pushes it open, yet she can’t quite see which one. Elizabeth finishes her morning stretches and rubs the sleep from her eyes. Her sons stand at the foot of her bed, exchanging knowing glances while grinning at her.
Normally, Elizabeth would be cranky with them for coming into her room. However, it dawns on her that today is their 18th birthday and she can’t help but smile sleepily at them. They both look so happy. Yet she can’t help but wonder what they had been arguing about only moments before they entered her room. While arguing is normal for them, the two usually keep calm voices even in the midst of their disagreements. What she heard before they entered was borderline yelling.
“Good morning, boys, and happy birthday,” Elizabeth says, dismissing her curiosity for now. She straightens up in bed, continuing to smile at them. “Who gets their birthday spankings first?” She asks the same question each year, yet doesn’t really spank them. So it confuses her when Jon and Tobi smile darkly.
“You,” they speak in unison.
“Huh?” Elizabeth is sure she had misheard them. That is until Jon pulls her across his lap, then she knows for sure she had heard them correctly.
“See, we decided to give you our birthday spankings. You have been more naughty than us, Mother dear,” Tobi chuckles. Elizabeth stares back at Jon in confusion.
“We each get to spank you eighteen times,” Jonathan whispers huskily into her ear. His voice is so deep, slightly deeper than Tobi’s… it fits him so well. Strong, sturdy… both of them are. Elizabeth frowns and pushes the thought from her head, instead focusing on what Tobi had just said to her. She wonders what he meant by his words. After all, she hasn’t done anything wrong, not that she could recall. Or, at least, she hasn’t done anything she thought her sons would find out about. Cold chills travel down her spine and soon her entire body shakes with a phantom chill. What if…
Elizabeth gasps and tries to escape Jon’s grasp, but he grabs her quickly and pulls her back into his lap. He raises his hand and only a second later Elizabeth feels it come down on her panty clad ass. Hard. She flinches, trying to squirm her way off Jonathan’s lap. His hand comes down again.
“Ouch! Jon, sweetie, stop it!” Elizabeth says firmly. She hasn’t spanked him since he was nine when he had purposely knocked a hornet’s nest onto his brother. Even the spanking had been controlled and light. Not hard and erotic.
“Hush, mother,” Jon commands, caressing her ass before smacking it again. “You need this, don’t you?” Elizabeth looks to Tobi for help as Jon delivers her fourth spanking. Tobi watches her carefully, his dark hazel eyes piercing her light brown ones. She reaches for him, wanting his help. Tobi takes his mother’s hand and raises it to his lips. He gently kisses her knuckles. Elizabeth’s eyes widen in surprise.
Jonathan’s hand slips slightly lower on the sixth smack. Elizabeth jerks, desperately trying to get off her son’s lap now. He smirks and drags her back into position.
“She really is a handful, isn’t she?” Tobi asks. He runs a finger up her spine through one of Jon’s old large band T-shirts. Since her sons are so much taller than her 5’5″ frame, Elizabeth often uses their T-shirts as pajama tops. It never seemed to bother them. Now Elizabeth knows why. It must have been turning them on all this time.
“Oh, yes. Yet she’ll learn to be a good girl,” Jon says. Elizabeth can practically hear the smirk in his voice. She whimpers as he smacks her ass for the seventh time. Kind, affectionate, caring, loving… yet she had been stern as well. She had set limits for them. Curfew. There had been plenty of times when she’d have to punish them. Usually grounding or lecturing them. Typical parenting… right?
“Hit her pussy,” Tobi says, his eyes gazing down on his mother intently. Jon smacks her ass for grandbetting yeni giriş the eighth time. Tobi strokes her hair, effectively calming her down a bit. “Please hit her pussy, Jonathan.” The slightly older brother pays no attention to Tobi. Elizabeth sighs angrily, giving up on escaping. With two boys like Jon and Tobi, it simply wasn’t going to happen.
Their father used to punish her by spanking her. It had always felt so good. It hurt, but it was always so arousing. Elizabeth has to admit that Jon was doing a rather good job. No… an excellent job. Just as his father had.
A gasp escapes her lips as Jon’s hand squeezes one of her ass cheeks through her panties. She bites her lip, fearing he’ll feel her growing wetness if he moves any lower. Yes. That’s right, her panties are nearly soaked by this horrid act. She wonders if they can smell her….
Jon’s hand comes down harder than it had before, delivering the final smack. Elizabeth cries out in pain, almost lurching off his lap. Tobi makes a move to grab Elizabeth from his brother, only to have Jon push Tobi’s hands away. Jon then pulls her off his lap and lays her flat on her back. He hovers over her, hazel eyes filled with an undeniable lust. She looks up at him in shock. She hasn’t seen that much lust in a man’s eyes in a very long time. A pang of guilt stabs through her. She knows she shouldn’t appreciate the attention she’s receiving from her sons, but… she can’t help herself.
“Hey! Jonathan! It’s my turn!” Tobi protests.
“You’d best hurry, bro. I want to fuck her pussy this very moment,” Jon says. He digs his barely concealed hard-on into her bare thigh. Elizabeth bites her lip to prevent herself from moaning. Her light brown eyes travel down her son’s finely toned body, resting on his largely tented boxers. She knows she won’t be able to resist them for long. Not that she had been resisting well in the first place.
She must have been a horrible mom.
Her sons back away from the bed for a moment and Elizabeth can’t help but look at the door, then a quick glance to the window. Her sons laugh softly as they watch her try to map out an escape plan. She looks at them, trying to muster an angry expression, but failing.
“Mother, after your spankings, if you want to stop, you can. We’re not animals, we’re not going to hurt you. You’re free to go,” Tobi assures her. Jon just nods his consent. Elizabeth’s expression turns to one of confusion. Jon smiles down at her.
“Did you think we were going to take full advantage of you? After we’re done with this… you’ll be begging us for it,” Jon taunts.
“No. No, I won’t be,” Elizabeth denies weakly. She re-positions herself on her knees and glares at both of her sons with her hands on her hips. “In fact, after this, you’re grounded! Both of you!” Both of them raise an eyebrow and smirk.
“After this?” They both move closer to her. Elizabeth bites her tongue, realizing what she just said. The boys start laughing, full on laughing this time, at her.
“Oh, Mom… I didn’t know you were enjoying this so much,” Tobi says, still smiling. He pulls her gently to him and pushes her messy brown hair out of her face. “Well, without further ado, let’s go for the finale.”
Tobi silently guides Elizabeth to the edge of her bed, bending her over it. Her body automatically positions itself to give the young man easier access. Her ears burn in embarrassment. She allows her hair to cover her face, hoping to hide her shame. Seeing that Elizabeth is trying to hide, Jon pulls her hair back, wrapping his hand up in it. He pulls her head back slightly, pressing his lips to her neck.
“Stay still and do not move, understand?” Tobi asks firmly.
“Yes…” Elizabeth whispers, unable to nod. She braces herself as Tobi’s hand comes down for the first blow. She bites her lip and lowers her head, straining against Jon’s grip. He lifts her head back up, frowning at her.
“Be a good girl and count with him, Mother,” Jon growls against her ear as Tobi counts the first one softly. Elizabeth keeps her mouth shut and shakes her head, wincing against her son’s tight grip. Tobi delivers another sharp blow.
“Two,” she hears him count beneath his breath. Jon yanks her hair, causing her to moan. Jon decides to take advantage of the opportunity. He sticks two fingers into her mouth.
“Since you won’t count, suck my fingers. Make that dirty little mouth of yours useful.” Elizabeth sucks his fingers, knowing there isn’t much, if anything, she can do about it. She feels Tobi rubbing her pussy through her panties between slaps. Before she knows it, she’s drooling, all but panting at his touch. Having her other son’s fingers in her mouth certainly doesn’t help the situation. She takes a quick glance up at Jon to see him looking down on her in a way no son should look at his mother. Even without being able to see him from her current position, she knows Tobi has a similar expression.
About grandbetting giriş halfway through, Elizabeth begins to lose control of herself. She accidentally bites down on Jon’s fingers and comes hard against Tobi’s hand. Jon tenses, yet says nothing. Elizabeth blushes in embarrassment as he withdraws his fingers from her mouth. She can’t help but feel somewhat relieved that her panties are preventing her juices from completely touching Tobi’s hand.
As soon as Jon moves away from Elizabeth, Tobi pulls her onto his lap and begins delivering a series of fast, unrelenting blows to her already sore ass. Elizabeth squirms and whimpers apologies to Jon. The older twin glares down at his mother without a word.
When Tobi finishes, he shoves Elizabeth off his lap. Elizabeth lays on her side, shocked at what she has just allowed herself to do. How could she possibly lose control to Tobi like that? To Jon? She closes her eyes, focusing on calming her misplaced lust. Yet when she opens her eyes, she gasps at the sight of Jon and Tobi releasing their hard cocks from their boxers. It surprises her to see that even their equipment is nearly identical. Huge and identical.
“I… I kinda knew… you two were identical, but…” Elizabeth trails off. Tobi shrugs shyly. Their cocks are long and quite thick at that. Probably thicker than their father’s cock had been. “You are both… so, so big….”
“Touch us,” the twins said in unison. Elizabeth hesitated, knowing what they want her to do and what she will end up doing is beyond wrong. Jon reaches out and guides her right hand to his cock. Tobi follows suit with her left. In a daze, Elizabeth lightly caresses their hard, throbbing cocks. They both flex in her grip.
“Wow… hard,” Elizabeth murmurs. She hadn’t had the time to be with a man for the last few months, especially not with someone so well equipped. So to feel their cocks in her hands was a surprisingly nice feeling.
“Yeah, we’re going to fuck you with these hard cocks, Ma,” Tobi says. She gazes up at him, slowly beginning to jerk his cock with her left hand. He smirks and nods at his brother. From the corner of her eye, Elizabeth sees Jon nod back at Tobi.
“Mother,” Jon speaks, the tone of his voice causing his mother to look shyly up at him.
“Yes?”
“I want to hear you say ‘Yes, Master.'” Elizabeth frowns and lowers her head. Jon grasps her chin and forces her to look up into his eyes. She bites her lip as her eyes meet his. “Say it, slut.”
“Not a… not a s-slut,” Elizabeth whimpers. The hands that still hold onto her sons’ throbbing cocks aren’t supporting her point at all.
“From now on, you belong to us, do you understand me?” Jon asks, his voice menacing. He runs a hand down Elizabeth’s back slowly before smacking her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise. Jon then grabs the back of her head and shoves her mouth onto Tobi’s dick. He lifts her face up and down along his brother’s shaft.
“Oooh, fuck, that feels good,” Tobi gasps. He rests one hand on Elizabeth’s back, the other at his side clutching the comforter. Jon grunts. He takes one hand away from her head and wraps it around the hand his mother still has around his cock. He uses her hand to jerk himself off as he controls his mother’s mouth going down on Tobi’s cock.
It doesn’t take too long for Tobi to come. Instead of recoiling — or at least trying to — Elizabeth swallows every last drop. And she loves it. A bit salty, but with a sweet taste to it as well. As if a flip has been switched, she starts to willingly lick his cock clean, moaning as Jon ruffles her hair. When she finishes, she looks at Jon.
“Was that good, Master?” Elizabeth asks hopefully.
“Yes, slut,” he replies. She beams proudly. “Now, did you hear us arguing earlier?”
“Yes, Master.”
“We were arguing over who would own you. I am your Master, but that doesn’t mean you can ignore Tobi. You call him Sir, understand, slut?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Now come here and suck my cock.” Jon leans back against the headboard. Tobi watches her meekly. How Jon got away with being alpha isn’t exactly a mystery, but it isn’t something Jon is willing to share. He watches as Tobi reaches over to squeeze his mother’s nice, plump ass. Despite the panties, they can see red marks here and there, which only serves to excite them more. They smile at each other, knowing that this is the start of a very, very pleasurable relationship between the three of them.
Jon forces his mother’s face lower on his cock, enjoying the sensation of her lips wrapped around his member, and her tongue moving skillfully along the underside. Despite her loneliness, it seems that she hasn’t forgotten how to properly suck a man’s cock. She beams up at Jon as she takes him as deep as she can. Jon smiles down at her. He can’t wait to make a mess all over his mother’s beautiful face.
Sweat drips from Elizabeth’s flushed face onto the pillow beneath her. Her grandbetting güvenilirmi hands clutch the comforter so hard, her knuckles whiten. She bites her lip to avoid making a sound as Jon thrusts into her once more. Elizabeth refuses to give him the satisfaction. Yet Jon is making it quite hard — literally — to remain silent. He slowly pulls out and then plunges into her hard, his large hands gripping her hips and yanking her back onto him as he thrusts…. Drool drips down onto the pillow, causing Elizabeth to blush harder. The heat in her cheeks is beginning to get unbearable.
“Oh, she’s liking it,” Tobi says, smirking as he lays down beside Elizabeth.
“Well then say so, Mother!” Jon chuckles, smacking her thick ass. Elizabeth yelps in surprise. She glares at Tobi, who looks quite amused with himself.
“You’re both in… trouble!” Elizabeth whimpers as Jon shoves himself deep inside her suddenly, grinding against her.
“Oh I think we’re going to be okay,” Tobi whispers, leaning close to Elizabeth’s face. “Kiss me, please.” Elizabeth bites her lip again, almost too hard once Jon smacks her ass again. She gives Tobi a quick peck that deepens once he gently cups her face in his hands. His tongue lightly licks her lower lip before slipping into her mouth, twirling against her own. A moan escapes Elizabeth, effectively betraying her.
“Good girl,” Jon grunts, slamming into her again, picking up the pace now. Tobi carefully lifts her up and slips under her, one hand slipping from her face to her breasts. He massages them one at a time, not releasing her face out of fear she would break their kiss. Her face feels too hot, it’s as if she’s slowly losing her mind and partially being aware of it — of even wanting it.
Jon slams into her over and over again, faster with each thrust until Elizabeth is moaning and whimpering against Tobi. Jon maintains his rhythm, giving her ass an occasional slap. Elizabeth looks up at Tobi with what she hopes to be a pleading gaze, but even she can no longer convince herself. It feels good. Too good. It had been so long since she’d been fucked like this. It isn’t fair that the cock causing her so much pleasure belonged to her son. It would only be a matter of time before Tobi has his way with her. Elizabeth couldn’t even see herself resisting him when it came time. Little by little she felt all her resolve slip away.
What would it hurt, this secret of theirs?
No. No, those are wrong thoughts to have. This tryst — if it could even be called that — could not possibly continue. She had to put a stop to it. But how? The boys seem so confident that they can win her over and use her as they see fit. How could she possibly reason with her sex crazed sons?
All her thoughts melted away as she felt Jon shoot his load deep inside her, his seed warming her almost immediately. She fell against Tobi’s chest, completely shocked to feel her pussy flooded with her oldest son’s juices. Dread crept into her chest as she realized what he’s done.
“You didn’t use protection?” Elizabeth gasps.
“Of course not,” Jon answers simply with a shrug. He pulls her into his lap and holds her legs open with his own and leans back with her. Elizabeth watches in horror as Tobi mounts her, his cock bobbing, already leaking with precum.
“Oh my… no,” Elizabeth whimpers.
“Say stop then,” Tobi says, hesitating over her. His hazel eyes meet her darkened brown gaze. Everything feels so fuzzy.
“I.. I don’t want it,” she tells him meekly. Elizabeth bit her sore lip gently, widening her legs slowly. He glances at her open legs, then back up at her with a playful smile.
“Of course you don’t, why would you, Mother? You’re such a good woman, of course you wouldn’t want your youngest son to rail you right after you took your oldest son’s cock,” Tobi says tauntingly as he slowly rubs his cock against her sopping wet pussy. “You’re such a good whore, Mommy.”
With that, he plunges into her with a surprising force.
“Tobi, no!” Elizabeth exclaims, her hands pushing at his chest. He lifts her legs up and rests them over his shoulders. She lays against Jon with her ass up in the air.
“Are you sure?” Tobi pulls out slowly, his hand slipping over her swollen flesh, his thumb caressing her clit, sending a tingle up her spine. She whimpers, bucking against him. Her mouth is unable to find the words that could save her from this situation. It shouldn’t be this hard! He shouldn’t be this hard….
“I don’t hear a no,” Jon says against Elizabeth’s ear.
“Here I go then,” Tobi whispers before slamming into Elizabeth once more. She is powerless to stop the moans from leaving her plump lips as Tobi rocks in and out of her, going deeper until he’s hitting just the right spot. Elizabeth’s legs clench around him without her realizing. He smiles down at her lovingly, stroking her smooth pale legs, kissing her calves lovingly. Jon strokes her hair as her head lolls against him. She can’t even pretend to put up a fight anymore, it’s all she can do to stay somewhat present. It feels so fucking good. It’s been so long… maybe she needed this.
“Please,” she whimpers, feeling close.
“‘Please’ what?” Tobi taunts, gyrating his hips a bit, driving his mother wild.