Spiraling Downward (Tyr & aprilmay1965)

The two younger men smile as the older woman removes herself from the tattoo bench, and stands. The bench luckily made of vinyl or the several large wet spots would have surely stained it. They both casually watched as the obviously dazed and confused woman, slips her dress over her well used body. The panties having been lost at the party, and the bra somewhere else, her nipples still strained against the material of her dress as she got it on over her cum covered body. Mike just nods at her request to go, almost laughing as he sees that there is obvious cum still on her exposed tits, that didn’t all fit into the tight dress.

Sure baby, we can go. See you James.

Mike says as he guides the older woman to the front of the shop, and out on to the street. The bike was in the parking lot across the street and little ways down, so he just walks with her his hand wrapped around her waist. The area was deserted at this time of night, and anyone close enough, just would have thought she was a hooker anyways. It wasn’t long till he had her on the bike, and they were heading back to her house. He planned to just leave her off at the curb; it wasn’t like this was some romantic date, plus he’d gotten everything he wanted from her anyways. So he slowed down, as they headed through the suburban neighborhood, finally pulling up to house.

We’re here baby! You have a good one, and I might just give you a call in a few days.

April clung to Mike as he drove them through the city to the suburban neighborhood where she was known as the wife and mother. The sun was starting to come up and the well manicured lawns were damp from the automatic sprinklers that had just finished or were still going.

April was trying to stay alert as she hung on, the bike finally pullling to a stop outside her house. Her small mature body looking beaten and used. She simply smiled as Mike dropped her off, her smile weak as she walked on her wobbly legs to the house. Her heels sinking in the lawn as she didn't even bother to use the sidewalk. Slipping in the front door. Trying to make sure she didn't wake anyone.

April slipped her tattered dress off, tossing it in the laundry room off the kitchen, she'd have to look at is later and see if it was in any shape to keep. Her hair hung loose in sweaty strands as she pushed it back, slipping off her heels she left them by the back door and slipped upstairs.

Going into the master bathroom, she could hear her husband snoring under the covers as she slipped into the shower. Washing off the evidence of her night of debuachery, except the one permentant one that would always remind her of a night of firsts for her.

Cleaning off, she shaved herself and slipped out, applying lotion to the tattoo on her back as James had told her. Her pussy and tiny pink ass ached, her whole body ached, She could see the bruises on her big breasts from getting groped. Her nipples were red and hard, permenantly destended it seemed.

April slipped her nightie on, hoping for a few hours sleep before she would have to go to church with her family. Knowing it would be impossible to explain that she was out letting guys use her all night and too sore and tired to go to church.

April slipped into bed, her clean body feeling a bit fresher, she fell into a deep sleep as she lie next to her husband, who was oblivious to her night out being a slut.

Mike pulled away from the curb and took off for his place. The sun was rising which was nothing unusual for the lifestyle he lived, and he just smiled as he tore down the grass-lined street of manicured lawns and McMansions. He’d give her a call in a few days, knowing she would want to see him again, that was just the type of girl she was now.

Pete slept deeply, his wife having gone out with girls for a girls night out. He’d stayed up late, but finally turned in at midnight when April hadn’t yet returned. When he got a chance he’d talk to her about the inappropriate nature of gallivanting around at such late hours, even if it was with her girlfriends. Pete was trying to give April some room, she’d been distant of late, and he’d figured it was her just having issue with getting older. They’d married young, had children, and now that the kids were teenagers, and she wasn’t as busy, it appeared that she was bored. Maybe he could convince her to join a church group, or one of those knitting circle or something else. So Pete had fallen asleep waiting for her to return, and didn’t wake till the next morning.

The next morning Pete was up early as he normally was, and saw that his lovely wife had returned. She was curled up in bed, deep in sleep, so he decided to get up take a shower and read his morning paper giving her a little more time to rest, before they had to go to church. The boys Doug and Jason were still asleep which was normal for the weekend, Pete watching the clock, knowing he might just have to get everyone up this morning. Usually April would be down well before the boys, but she didn’t come out, nor did he hear any sound of the shower running. Finally he headed upstairs and woke the boys first, Doug was the oldest a junior in high school and a strapping young man for all of his seventeen years. Jason was the youngest having just turned 16, and was starting to fill out, and grow into his body, neither boy was happy to get up, but both realized the futility of ignoring their father. Both began to get up.

Finally Pete entered the master bedroom, and saw that April was still curled up in the bed fast asleep. He stepped over to the bed and softly tried to wake April

Sweetheart, its time to get up! Wake up sleepy head.

April felt her head pounding as she stretched on the bed. Her husband gently trying to wake her. Her body felt sore and stiff. She was lying there looking tired as she tried to rouse herself from her sleep.

Her body stretched, pushing the covers down. Moaning, her eyes fluttered, she looked up, eyes red and puffy. As she sat up in bed, she could hear the boys getting ready for church. "I'll be down, I gotta dress" she mumbled, slowly getting up in bed, her body aching, feeling weak.

April grabbed her dress and pantyhose, slipping into the yellow dress and putting on her white pantyhose. She was putting on her make up and fixing her hair as she heard her husband calling her down to go. April slipped her white heels on and headed downstairs. The dress conservative down to her knees and big white buttons up the front. She slowly made her way to the car, her head pounding, her legs weak and wobbly. Her body aching in places it shouldn't.

Her husband had been mumbling about somehting or maybe not mumbling and she couldn't concentrate on what he said and didn't want to. She ignored him as she rode to church. Her head still aching and spinning, trying to concentrate was futile.

the boys were in the back on their Droid phones, Giggling and texting. Always on the internet and in contact with their friends. Her head aching she said back to them. "boys, no phones in church, ok?"

Pete didn’t see April’s tattoo, because he’d left the bedroom before she’d slipped out of it. What Pete did notice was his wife looked to be sporting a major hang over, which of course was an unacceptable situation, especially on a Sunday, when they were supposed to look their best, and be on their best behavior. What would the boys think, if they realized their mother had gotten wasted the night before, it was just unconscionable in Pete's opinion. He needed to pull her aside, and have a heart to heart discussion so she realized just how inappropriate such behavior was, and how poorly it reflected on the whole family. Pete realized that the car and church were no place to have such a discussion, so he just avoided the topic for now.

The boys, were boys and just goofed off, neither had any interest in going to church and found the whole thing completely boring and a waste of time. Both had been poking the keys on their phones texting to friends as their father drove them to church. Both boys groaned when mom told them there couldn’t be any phones in church.

Ahhh Mom! They said in chorus.

They’d already tried everything they could think of to avoid going, but their father wouldn’t hear of it, and thought it a requirement of being a family. So rather than fight it, they just put up with it, each looking forward to the day they wouldn’t have to go.
Pete tried not to frown, but he was bothered by April’s actions, and wondered if she might have a drinking problem, he didn’t think so, he hadn’t smelled alcohol on her breath or seen anything that support that theory. So hopefully a good discussion, he’d talk to her and everything would be good. Probably after church the boys would want to escape, and he’d have the opportunity to confront her.

Pulling into the church the parking lot, it was nearly full, as they were arriving a little later than normal, and most everyone had already entered the church. Everyone was soon bailing out of the car and making their way to the steps leading in, as there was someone at the top greeting everyone as they came in. Pete stayed close to April, holding her tight about the waist, just so she wouldn't slip or fall, and make a spectacle of herself, not at all realizing she had a new tattoo beneath her dress.

April rode in silence the rest of the way to church. she was aware of her husbands silence and knew he was upset at her rebelious nature of late. She had always been the respectable wife doing chores, keeping a nice house, keeping care of the children. She didn't care he was upset, she needed to get out once in a while. Of course she knew he would really of been upset if he knew what really went on last night.

April watched her strong young son's ahead of them as they went into the church. Shaking hands with the greeters, smiling at friends and neighbors. Her husband gripping her waist, she felt the soreness of the tattoo. Her legs aching, her eyes hardly able to stay awake after the long night.

As she sat in the pew, her pussy and ass ached. She could feel her puffy red pussy lips and deflowered ass sore as she spent the next hour on the church pew, unaware of what was said. She was concentrating on not squirming in her seat and trying to stay awake. Aprils nipples were aching and hard in the bra incasement under her dress. She was happy to have a few days to recover, her body never have gone through such a thing.

April was glad church was over. The family gathred up as they headed home. She started the sunday lunch in the oven and went upstairs to change her clothes. Her bed looked so inviting as she slipped her dress off and hung it on a hanger. She peeled her pantyhose off ane pulled out a pair of yoga pants and a loose t-shirt. She tossed her bra in the hamper deciding to give her nipples a rest for the day. Pulling her loose comfortable clothes over her curvy well used body. Her nipples seemed to be hard permenantly now. Long and aching and sensitive.

Really wanting to climb into bed she knew she had to get lunch ready, she could hear the boys giggling in their room as she headed down to finish. Poking her head in their room. "guys, make sure you hang up your church clothes please?" she said softly smiling as her boys were standing their, strapping young men, well muscled both in just their boxers as they were changing clothes. Still looking at something on their android phones. "I swear, those phones are going to grow to your hand, what is it that you both find so interesting on their, I'll never understand" she said smiling as they both laughed at her.

The boys didn’t notice their father’s displeasure with their mom or their mother’s general physical discomfort. Instead they spent their time smiling at the cute girls, and waiting for the boring ceremony to be over. Finally though for everyone, the torture was over, and they could be heading home. Pete seemed none for the worse, and was jovial as they drove home. Everyone was hungry and ready to grab a bite before; the boys took off to enjoy the warm summer heat and cool water of the river.

Oh mom, you know we have to have our phones, how else are we to stay in contact with everyone. Otherwise, how do we know when to meet up or where to go? Doug said.

The boys laughing as mom made derogatory comments about their phones. She didn’t understand, phones were the way you stayed in contact in friends, associates, and of course girls. There wasn’t any way they were giving up their phones. Though boys didn’t say a thing to her or to each other, both noticed that their mother’s perky nipples pressing against the top of her dress. It wasn’t like they were doing it on purpose, but they were young horny men, and their mother’s nipple were hard to ignore or miss. Boys turned back to each other and the discussion they were having, though each was thinking about what they saw. The image of their mother stuck as they discussed whom they might see at the water hole they planned to swim at after lunch, both had a girl in or two in particular they’d like to see.

The boys put away their church clothes, and got dressed in t-shirt and shorts so they could go swimming. With the hot weather it was a nice way to get cool, and hang with the girls, both now having far more interest in opposite sex. So they were ready to head down stairs and gobble down their food.

Pete on the other hand was looking for a chance to corner April and find out what the hell was going on, he'd just have to wait till the boys were gone.

April nibbled some of the casserole, Her son's gobbling down food before running out the door for their day of fun. She walked over to the sink and started loading the dishwasher. She could feel her husband's eyes on her, she knew he was upset but was really too tired to care.

All she wanted was to clean up the mess from lunch and go to bed. Her loose pants felt good on her as she moved. Her pussy and ass so sore, her legs and back hurting. She could feel the rawness in her throat. Her head ached from all the alcohol and drugs from the night before.

Bending down and putting the dishes away. She piled them in the dishwasher. Her shirt coming up in the back. Her tattoo, still stinging a little was the lease painful of all the things her body had went through and she had forgotten all about it.

She heard her husbands whiny complaining tone as he called her name and it irritated her. She had grown accustom to real men and now he was mousey and annoying to her, but he was still her husband and she did love him at some level she supposed.

"yes, what is it?" she said, somewhat disgusted by him.

The boys were gone and Pete was thinking of the best way to start what he was pretty sure was going to be an argument. April didn’t seem in the best of moods and looked like she still had a hangover from the night before. And her attitude seemed to be less than reconciliatory, which just made him madder. Plus her choice of attire, or lack of was something that wasn’t appropriate outside the bedroom. What if someone came over and saw her like that, what would people think? She seemed to be totally forgetting her position and station in life, and that she needed to be a good God fearing wife. So he stood there watching her putting the dishes away, trying to think what to say when her shirt road up, and he saw something. His first impression, because he wasn’t paying attention was that she was dirty on her backside, but quickly realized it was a pattern of some type… a tattoo.

What the heck is that?

Pete tried not to use profane language, and he’d come as close as he ever had in saying something very inappropriate, when he realized what was permanently embossed on his wife’s backside. Quickly stepping forward, he pulls up her shirt to confirm the obvious.

Where did you get that? What were you thinking?

Pete said as he confronted his once wholesome wife about her tramp stamp. He had no idea or even the slightest inkling about the circumstance of her new body art, and assumed it was one of her stupid female friends that caused it.

Did Carla put you up to this, I’ve told you to stay away from her, and she’s a bad element.

April tensed as she heard Pete get mad and raise his voice. Something he rarely did. She pulled her shirt down as she turned around,s he was exhausted and sore and really not ready to fight, just wanting to take a nap.

"what?.. oh honey, relax, it's nothing. I just wanted one, no one sees it. " she tried to play it off, his annoyance obvious. "Everyone has them, it's no big deal"

April turned, leaning against the counter, looking at her husband, his face was red, she decided he was beyond annoyed. "please, stop, I think I am old enough to do something without having to get permission" she saw her words disarm him for a moment. His anger seemed to increase.

April stepped forward, putting her small hands on his small chest. His body so whimpy and small compaired to the younger men she had been with recently. She felt no power from him like she did them. She let her hands slide lower. "comeone baby, don't be mad, the boys are gone, lets go help you relax" she said as she let her hand slide down to his 5'' penis. She felt no response there. as she leaned in closer. She used to think he was pretty big before she met Mike and his friends. Now she was sure she could never be satisfied by him, but knew if she could get him to relax he'd calm down.

"I could suck your cock and make you feel better" she said, whispering in her now slutty tone. Shocking her conservative husband even more. He had never heard her curse let alone be aggressive sexually and call his penis a "cock" His shock and anger was obvious, but she felt his bulge stir. She knew he'd calm down if she coud get him to let her suck him.

She felt him grip her shoulders tightly, she winced. Feeling him hold her at arms length. His face red with anger. She was afraid he might hit her for a moment.

Pete wondered why she would tarnish herself in such a manner; it just made her look cheap. And she said it was nothing, which of course he strongly disagreed with.

Nothing? No good woman has one. Why would you do that?

Then she says she’s old enough to make decisions without permission. And his first thought was obviously not. Didn’t she know that this would not only reflect badly on her, but on him too, what would people think? No he hadn’t been some domineering husband, in fact Pete was a mild man, who had a strong faith, and thought his wife should too. Though he was neither a strong man in stature or in any other capacity, he felt that was irrelevant for he had strong beliefs. April and he should he felt have a strong bond that went beyond anything as crude as a physical relationship, they had true love in both each other and God. Thus April’s tattoo was for Pete a betrayal of what they had. Yes, Pete occasionally enjoyed the physical aspects of their relationship, but truth was it felt dirty, and given his poor skills, he’d not actively tried to engage April in such activities.

Pete was surprised when April closed the distance between them, and even more so when she aggressively came onto him. Yes, she was usually the instigator in all of their physical encounters, but this time, it felt even more dirty and wrong to Pete. So he gripped her shoulder and pushed her away.

What are you doing? Do you think acting like some wanton harlot will absolve you of your failures?

Pete of course was meaning her failures as a God fearing woman and good wife.

April was shocked and dejected. She felt her husbadn push her away, the look of disgust on his face. Her body something that she had learned other men desired. That she was wanted and taken. Watching as her husband degraded her, called her names she stepped back. Controlling her anger as best she could.

April finiished the dishes as she turned away, closing the dishwasher. Sighing, "well, I'm sorry you feel that way" she said and walked to her room. Her body having taken a toll from the previous nights activities. Her head was spinning, there was a roaring in her ears. She could hear her husband ranting as she walked away, slamming her bedroom door as she walked in collapsing on the bed.

She felt her body shake as she sobbed, she finally closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep on the bed. Her body finally getting the rest it needs. She slept heavily and when she awoke the room was dark, Her head felt heavy but better. She tensed as she tried to sit up in bed, her body aching. She felt sore where she never thought she could feel that way.

Sitting up in the bed, she made her way to the bathroom on unsteady legs. She lie in a warm tub, her body aching as the warm water helped sooth her body, her mind still confused and reeling trying to grasp the last couple of weeks that led to where she was.

Her hands rubbed over her sore nipples, seeing some small bruises on her creamy white heavy breasts as images of men groping her flashed in her mind. Her delicate well manicured fingers slid down to her red puffy pussy lips. They were tender and her clit felt swollen and hard and was an angry red, so sensiitve as she gently touched it causing her to gasp outloud. Her finger circled her clit a few times, feeling her body arch.

Even after so much sex and so many orgasms she was still able to respond so readily. Maybe she was a slut, maybe her husband and the other men were right. Maybe she couldn't stop, maybe she was just there for men to arouse and pleasure themselves with.

Her fingers continued to circle her clit, as she felt her pussy and ass tense her body arched. She moaned soflty as her body orgasmed with flashes of men using her as an object of desire. Her eyes rolled, her body glistened with the bath water and sweat as she came hard. Collapsing in the tub. She reheated the water, lying there, satiated and filled with even more confusion.

Pete was pissed off; she was being disrespectful and brushing off his legitimate concerns. What was wrong with her, was she having some sort of mid life crisis? She had just dismissed his concerns as if they had no weight, which angered him. Still he wasn’t going to make a scene it wouldn’t fix anything, he’d let her ponder her mistake, and try again later when she realized her error. So as the door slammed, Pete just walked out of the room mumbling to himself about how it was so much simpler when he was a kid and that the world was loosing sight of the way things were meant to be. Pete headed to the garage and then to the yard to do some work, and keep his mind off of his marital problems.

Dad was in the back yard working, when the boys returned from the river, both had only their shorts on and were obviously in a good mood. They were joking and laughing as they entered the house, each having nothing more than shorts on. Jason laughed and ran off to grab the guest shower first, to wash the river grime off. Doug the oldest, figuring the master bathroom was empty headed to it. Thinking his mother was off someplace, he didn’t even stop and just headed in. So it came as a large shock to him, when he opened the bathroom door and stepped in to discover his naked mother lying in the tub, he bountiful breasts above just poking out of the water. His mouth agape, his eyes glued to the sight, Doug became frozen in place, unable to move.

April's eyes flew open as she lie there, legs spread wide. Her red puffy pussy lips below the water, her nipples long and pink sticking out hard and thick. She was still in the spasm's of her orgasm as she felt her body tingling all over.

Pulling her legs together as she bend her knees, Her hands went to cross across her big breasts. Her son staring. She could see his eyes staring, his muscular body tense and frozen, a bulge in his shorts looked big and semi-erect. She watched for a moment. "Doug... Honey.. did you need something?" she said softly.

"I'm about done in here, did you need to use my shower?" she said again. Her son stood staring as if in shock. She smiled, feeling her heart race. Was he really mesmerized by her mature body? Was he as interested as other men had been. She had enjoyed all the attention from men lately. She wondered if her son thought about her htat way.. trying to drive the thought from her head. surley not, he wouldn't think of his own mother the way other men thought of her.. would he? She could feel doubt in her own mind.

Reaching for the towel by the tub. She turned in the tub, her wet curvy hip sticking pu, her round firm motherly ass half out of the water.

Doug stared as his naked mother, reacting as any young horny guy would, his cock stiffening in his swimming shorts. His mother having been on more than a few occasions a personal fantasy of his. Now seeing her, in all of her glory, she was even better than his masturbatory dreams had been. She asked what he needed, and he found himself momentarily frozen, still reveling in the object of many of his adolescent fantasies.

Yeah … shower.

Doug said as he tried to answer his sexy mom’s question, obviously a bit slow as the blood from his brain filled his very adult manhood.

I … I need to clean off the river dirt, because we went swimming.

His eyes never averting as he watches his mother turn in the tub, her ass and its tattoo coming into view. The view of her ass would have been a shock enough, but seeing the brand new large tattoo plastered across his mother’s backside was even more shocking. Doug realized that he was reacting to his mother’s backside and sexy body, and that he was having some very inappropriate thoughts. He wanted to ask mom about the tattoo, but he had to hide his thick length, before it started to peak out the leg of his shorts. So he shuffled over to the shower, trying his best to act as if nothing was wrong, and that he wasn’t sporting a large piece of wood in his shorts.

Sorry to bother you mom. I didn’t know you were here. I’m sorry.

He wanted to ask about the tattoo, but that meant he was looking, and she might be mad that he was looking at her very sexy ass.

April pulled the towel down and slipped around herself as she stood up. Her son going to the corner shower, she could see his heavy shaft sway in his shorts. She was curious and amazed at the size as she glimpesed it. It was long and thick it appeared and looked as long as Mike's. was it possible her son was that big. Her husband was only 5'' long and she assumed her son's would be the same. She tried to push the image from her mind.

April's body ached, she was sore from the night of partying. She felt a soreness inside her that she could only assume was her damaged cervix. Her pussy and ass ached but were better after she had rested.

April wrapped a towel around her breasts that went down below her round firm ass. "go ahead honey, I'll dress in the bedroom" she called as she went out the door Her son's reflection on the glass door visible as she saw him watching her leave. A look in his eyes she had never seen before. She felt his eyes on her ass as she walked out, her ass swaying a bit more than it should.

April dried her body off, slipping into her plum colored nightie that went to her mid thigh, the thin straps holding the triangles that covered her massive breasts. Her nipples hard under the thin satin material as her body seemed to be so sensitive all the time now. She was amazed at her bodies changes. She was so hypersexual now. It seemed her mind and body had become so focused on sex. She really was the slut the men told her she was when they fucked her.

She went back to bed and fell asleep in her marraige bed. Her body lying on top of the covers. She was so exhausted it seemed she wanted to only have sex and sleep. She didn't even think of her husband and his anger and frustration. She had changed and she knew it, and he was realizing it too, and perhaps, her son's were noticing .... she felt her head spinning as she dozed off. Trying to comprehend the things in her life that were happening with her.

Sure Mom, thanks for letting me use the shower.

Doug tried not to look like he was watching, but he was, as she headed to the bedroom. Removing his shorts, he quickly got into the shower, so that just in case his mom came back in she wouldn’t see just how hard he’d gotten seeing her. He’d always thought his mom was hot, but seeing her naked, had rekindled thoughts that he’d suppressed.

Having come of age, he’d found with his looks and equipment that he had little problem with girls. Jason his younger brother hadn’t yet found the pleasures of the female flesh as he had. Doug had already discovered that he loved the easy girls, the kind that didn’t mind and enjoyed putting out. If Kelly Johnson were here he’d have her on her knees sucking his cock, but she wasn’t. So Doug looked around and didn’t see or hear his mom, so he assumed she went downstairs. With the image of her sexy mature body still blazing in his mind, he soaps up his hand and begins to give his ample appendage the attention it so desperately needed.

What Doug had never told Kelly Johnson was he imaged it was his mother sucking him and not her. So speaking softly, he began to stroke his young large hard cock.

You like my big cock, don’t you mom? You want suck your boy’s big dick, don’t you mom? Do you like how much your boy has grown up?

Doug softly spoke as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the image of his naked mother, his hand sliding up and down his pulsing length.

Oh yeah mom that’s it.

April woke the next morning as she heard the garage door close, her husband headed off to work. Looking at her alarm clock she realized it was time to get her boys to scool. She sat up, her body stiff and sore but she felt she coud function today.

Showring she slipped into a white lace thong and a pair of short tight red shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank top. Pulling her hair back into a clip she put on her make up and slipped into some wedgie sandals and headed down the hall. "boys, time for school, hurry up now" she called as she heard them stirring she walked downstairs, getting breakfast set out for them. She pulled the van out of the garage. Walking back into the kitchen she saw her boys eating cerial, they looked up and both stared for a moment. Unaware of what the problem was as she stood there in her short shorts and white near sheer tight tank top with no bra. "hurry up guys, you don't want to be late" she saw them grin at each other and gobble down their cereal.

April took the boys to school and dropped them off. Heading to the tanning salon, she slipped in for a quick tan adn then headed to her nail salon, changing her nails from the usual french manicure to a deep red. She had her mani/pedi and headed out. She stopped in and got her hair done, deciding on platinum high lights in her honey blonde hair to lighten it. She felt better after a day of pampering herself she stopped in a store she had never really shopped that had more modern clothing. Picking up a couple of shorter skirts and a low cut top she felt so sexy anymore, and her body seemed to be always ready to seek out satisfaction.

She was swinging her bag on the way out when she spotted a pair of red stilhetto heels that were at least 4'' or higher. She grinned an evil grin, slipped them on and bought them, throwing her sanals in the bag she wore them out, swinging her hips. Her tan legs looking curved and firm as she walked in her new heels. Her heart pounding as she felt the eyes of men on her as she walked up the street, her big breasts bounced with every step, her hips swaying.

Even after Doug had taken care of business in the shower, thoughts of his mom’s naked body lingered with him, even to the point that his dreams that night which were filled with incestuous visions of him and his mother engaging in some very inappropriate activities. So when he was rudely awaken, he was again sporting a thick long piece of morning wood. So when his eyes cleared, it didn’t help that it was his mother and she just looked hot. Doug shifted around, so he could disguised his discomfort, while Jason his younger brother got up and started to get ready. Doug just faked he was slow, till the swelling went down.

That their mom had done away with wearing a bra hadn’t missed by the two young strapping men, nor that her choice clothing was becoming less and less modest, and when their mother wasn’t around, they’d both made a cursory comment or two about it. Both boys at dinner were complimentary of their mother’s appearance noting on how nice she looked, which seemed to only bring a deepening scowl to Pete’ face as he tried to ignore the tart like fashion choices that his wife had made.

Doug excused himself saying he was going to catch up with Tyrone, when in fact he was going out to have a bit of fun with Kelly Johnson and see if she could relieve the pressure that seemed to be constantly building with his mother around. Tyrone would cover for him, and Kelly always seemed to be up for some fun, or more specifically down on her knees for it. Jason smirked knowing his brother probably wasn’t going to see his black friend, which dad didn’t approve of anyways, and more than likely was off to see some girl. Jason on the other hand had a report due, and planned to work on it this evening.

So with Doug gone, and Jason in his room studying, Pete again confronted April about her attire and tattoo.

Look at you, guys are going to stare and ogle.

My God April do you have no decency? You aren’t sixteen anymore, you should be careful of what you wear.

Though when they had met she used to wear similar things, and did dress in a more provocative manner. However, with her pregnancy and marriage she had followed his suggestions and worn more appropriate attire, till now.

April smiled as the Doug mentioned going to see his friend Tyrone. She had seen Tyrone in her pool earlier in the summer and his physique hadn't been lost on her he was a strong tall black kid, with a huge bulge in his swim trunks. "tell Tyrone hi for us sweety, Tell him we miss seeing him stop by the house" she said. Noteing her husbands obvious disgust at her words. Not that she cared, he wasn't happy with much these days and spent most of his time working anyway.

As the boys departed she smiled at her husband as he began yet another rant. Talkinga bout her clothing and her demeanor. She started putting dishes away, deciding to let him go on, which he did, for the next hour lecturing her about her clothing, her friends, her demeanor, how she could be a better mother and wife. She finally got all the dishes away and the kitchen cleaned up and went to the other room. Her husband sat red faced, he had worked himself into such a state, he eventually made his way to his den and started working on his computer.

April watched some TV, she heard Doug come home about 10 and head to his room after calling he was home and stopping by the couch where she sat watching TV. He leaned down, his big hand on her bare thigh as he kissed her cheek goodnight, then kissed her lips and told her he loved her. "I love you too sweety, have a good night" April was a bit shocked. She had long since stopped making the boys kiss her goodnight, and her son had seldome kissed her mouth.

April went to bed that night, leaving her husband working. She got up and ready for the next day. Dressing in a sun dress, it was elastic on top and hugged her bare breasts, the bottom half flowed over her body to her mid thigh. She slipped on a pair of yellow lace panties and a pair of sandals. Finally feeling better, her body had taken days to recover, making her smile at her wild night. Her nipples were still a bit tender and continued to stay hard all the time it seemed.

April made her way down the hallway, her boys sleeping, she peeked her head in. Seeing Doug lying on his bed, a massive hard on, she stared for a moment. Looking over at Jason, her baby, she noticed he was also hard, the boys must have inherited their hornyness from their mother, she giggled to herself. She stared for a few moments, amazed at the size of the two young men and looked over her oldest boys long shaft before closing the door a bit, calling into the room. "boys, time for school" she called. hearing thems stir, she headed downstairs, her panties feeling damp from her peak at her sons. She admonished herself mentally for being so naughty, they are your son's she said feeling disgusted and yet aroused.

April dropped the boys off at school and headed over to the tanning salon, she was getting her summer tan on, her new platinum highlights in her hair made her tan stand out more she thought and she felt really good about the way she looked despite her husband telling her otherwise. Men looked at her and she liked it. She smiled and encouraged it actually. Stopping at the grocery store to restock the supplies, she took her time to flirt with the carryout boy on the way to the Minivan.

April headed home, thinking she'd unload the groceries, put in a load of laundry and head to the gym for a workout before starting dinner. Back to her boring mundane life she thought. She looked at her cell phone, did she dare call Mike, maybe just one more time, she could really use his massive cock inside her today. She had told herself she wouldn't do it again, she was not going to cheat. Sighing, she put it out of her mind, deciding to get her chores done, maybe she would call him tonight.. no, she wasn't going to do that again... She felt her pussy tingle as she pulled innto the driveway

The phone ran once but it wasn’t Mike, and in fact he didn’t call that day. So the suburban housewife with a growing need for some special attention again went without. Pete was at work where he was an accountant for a larger company, still pissed at his current marital situation, and entirely blaming his wife for the situation. The boys each returned home at their regular times, which on Tuesdays was a little earlier for Jason the youngest, because Doug had baseball practice.

Where Doug the oldest was a little more comfortable with his body, and far more experienced because of his choice of girl’s to hang with, Jason was the almost the opposite. Of the two brothers he was more conservative, and respecting of women. Where Doug was looking for and finding sexual relief, Jason wanted to find the perfect one. Jason wanted to find and marry a nice woman just like his father had done, and not be involved with as many as possible which seemed to be the way Doug was heading. Growing up in a stable church going environment, Jason had a belief that family was the most important thing, and if he wanted ultimate happiness, he was going to find a good woman, and marry her. Yes, he looked at girls, and ogled them when they wore more revealing clothing, but he still respected them, and didn’t think of them as something there solely for his physical pleasures.

Jason headed into the house, looked around for his mother, to say hello. Of the two boys Jason was a bit more naïve and hadn’t noticed as much the changes coming over his mother as his older brother had. Being more dedicated to school and with the serious intent to attend college, Jason was more serious than his older brother, and in some ways more like his father. Seeing his mom, he smiled as he snuck up on her, to give her a big hug. Where Doug interaction with girls and women was changing as he came into the fullness of his manhood, Jason’s touch was that of a devoted and caring son.

Hi Mom!

He said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled his mother close, against his young toned body. The touch not meant as any sexual act, but never the less, his arms naturally enveloped his mother, and glanced over her ample mounds, the touch more sensitive, because of her lack of undergarment.

How are you?

The question was the same he’d asked innumerable times on coming home, not at all aware of things happening to his mother.

April was standing in the kitchen putting together supper by the time Jacob got home, her husband working late,s he was somewhat releived she wouldn't have to put up with his complaining.

April jumped as she felt her son's arms wrap around her from behind. "oh god yous cared me honey" she laughed as she felt him holding her gently. Her nipples hard and her cleavage showing, she could feel his breath on her bare shoulder which made her tingle all over.

"I'm ok, how was your day sweety" she said, feeling his young body pressed to her hypersexual mature body. She seemed to beonly able to concentrate on one thing these days and that was sex. Even her son's were not off limits to her needy thoughts. She felt disgusted by herself for thinking this way, but she seemed to have no control over her thoughts going to sex so much.

The Dampness grew as her son held her. She felt his hard body against hers, so muscular and hard as youth that age are. His fingers holding her across her flat tummy. She listened to him talk about his day as he looked over her shoulder, her massive breasts and cleavage mostly visible to him from that angle.

After he finished she said. "supper will be ready in about a half hour, It's just you and me and Dougie tonight since your dad's working late." she said as she tried to busy herself finishing up. Hoping her son wouldn't notice the way her body seemed to melt into his, the way she seemed to melt into any man these days. What is wrong with her, she thought as she felt releif when her son finally went to clean up for supper.

Doug coming home about a half hour later....

Jason hugged his mom, not noticing her discomfort, but he did notice the ample mounds barely covered from his vantage point. Though he would never tell anyone, Jason enjoyed and preferred woman with a large chest like his mom had. So given the opportunity like he now had, where she couldn't see his interest, he stared down into the cleft of her braless breasts. His thoughts, only if some of the girl his age had some beautiful tit like his mother’s, they were the best.

Finally though he needed to clean up and get ready for dinner, so he released his mom, and headed to his bedroom, having not realized the impact he had on his mother. Dinner was almost ready when Doug came through the door, his baseball uniform covered in dirt and grass stains. His entrance to the house wasn’t disguised in the slightest as he came to the kitchen to see what was for dinner, several discernable damp spots where he had been sweating. With a musky aroma about him, he moved towards his mother. Now that he was more comfortable with women, he found himself flirting, touching, and generally getting himself in closer proximity to all woman, even his mother.

Hi mom! I’m home from practice.

Doug large solid frame moving right up to his mother, a general confidence about him, or maybe an arrogance of youth. Still he reaches out to take her in his arms, and not as playfully as Jason had, but more as a man would with a woman. His arms and hands snaking around her body, as he pulled her in close, so her chest would press against his. His mother couldn’t help but smell his strong masculine scent as he held her about her lower waist. The touch wasn’t so much inappropriate or the crossing of any line, but it was presumptuous as Doug assumed his mother wanted to be held in such a manner. Doug fingers where spread and just touching the top of her ass cheeks as he looked down at her with a smirk.

So what’s for dinner? I’m hungry.

April breathed a sigh of relief as her youngest son left the room. she was so easily aroused these days, such a slutty mother, she giggled to herself. She was just turning from the dinner when she heard Doug come in, turning around she looked up at him, his tall frame strode across the kitchen, she felt him pull her close, crushing her big breasts to his muscular chest. Her toes barely touched the ground as he held her tight. Her face against his sweaty shirt. His bulge in his shorts pressed into her lower tummy.

"Hi honey" she grinned, feeling a rush of arousal again. Thinking, oh god, what is wrong with me.. She could feel Doug's fingers at the top of her thong as he held her. Not letting her down, enjoying the fact he was in control of his mother. She had her arms wrapped around his chest as far as they would go. Looking up at him as he grinned.

"beef and noodles" she said as he looked over her shoulder at the pot of noodles. "I hope your hungry, dad isn't home till late tonight, remember" she said. Feeling her dress across her upper thighs as it bunched between them, her breasts pressed to his chest threatening to push out the top of the elastic.
"you should get cleaned up before stuff starts getting cold" she said as she looked into his eyes, seeing a difference there she hadn't noticed before, a maturity, a confidence and desire to .. to be in control, she thought.

Doug probably held his mom longer than he should have, but she felt so good in his hands. Just before breaking off the tight embrace, he gave her firm mature ass cheeks a nice squeeze with his strong hands, and then let her slip away. There was something about his mom that had Doug’s attention more than normal. Maybe it was just his preference for experienced woman, yes he screwed around with the young girls at school, but how could they compare to a ripe experienced woman. One of mom’s best friends was to blame of course, Sherry Roberts had a few years ago shown the young man mowing her grass, there were other things a young man could do to help an older woman. So while Mrs. Robert’s husband was away Doug mowed her lawn and plowed her field. That summer Doug felt he learned the most important things he would need to know in his life, and Mrs. Roberts was an eager and willing teacher.

Dinner sounds good, I’ll go grab a quick shower and be down in a few.

Doug thought of his mom as sexy, but had only ever considered the joys of her flesh as a fantasy. Still his young body couldn’t help but respond in the way that it did, for his young body and mind were awash in raging hormones. Were before, he had quickly hidden his discomfort; he just acted like it wasn’t there as they slid apart, and he moved to leave. Just as he was turning to leave he looked back at his mom, her nipples poking against her top each easy to see.

You’re looking especially good today mom.

Doug smiles as he disappeared out of sight on the way to the shower.

Both boys made it down to dinner, though Doug was still wet from his shower. The meal went fine, as the two strong strapping young men inhaled their food. Jason of course had homework and a paper to write, while Doug seemed to have less, of course Doug’s choice in curriculum wasn’t as difficult as Jason’s. Doug had hoped up to hook up with Kelly, but she had something she needed to do, so he’d have to wait till he caught up with her maybe tomorrow to get some more relief.

So while Jason studied in his room, Doug decided to play some video games on the television in the living room.