She had known it was coming the second her son’s friends walked through the door that Friday night. All three of them were nineteen, tall, built from the gym and the summer construction jobs, and they looked at her like they always did when her son wasn’t watching—hungry, cocky, already imagining what her mouth would look like stretched around their dicks.
Her son had gone to bed early, drunk and passed out in his room. That left her alone with them in the living room, the TV on low, the air thick with beer and the smell of sweat. She didn’t bother pretending anymore.
“Lock the door,” she said, voice low and direct. “And pull your cocks out.”
They didn’t need to be told twice. Jeans hit the floor. Three thick, hard dicks sprang free—Mark’s long and veined, Jake’s thick at the base with a fat head, and Tyler’s already leaking at the tip. She dropped to her knees on the carpet and took Mark first, sucking him deep in one wet slide until her nose pressed against his stomach. He groaned and grabbed her hair.
“Fuck, she’s good,” he muttered.
She didn’t waste time on teasing. She sucked hard, bobbing fast, spit running down her chin onto her tits. Jake moved in beside him and she switched, wrapping her lips around his thicker shaft while her hand pumped Mark. Tyler stepped closer and she reached for him too, stroking two cocks while she throat-fucked the third. The room filled with the wet sounds of her mouth and their heavy breathing.
“Get on the couch,” Jake ordered. She stood, stripped off her tank top and shorts, and bent over the arm of the sofa, ass up. Mark was behind her first, lining up and shoving his cock straight into her soaked pussy in one thrust. She gasped and pushed back, taking every inch.
“Harder,” she told him. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He did. His hips slapped against her ass, balls swinging, the couch creaking under the force. Jake moved in front of her and fed his cock into her mouth again. She sucked him while Mark pounded her from behind, the two of them using her at both ends. Tyler knelt on the couch beside her head and she turned to suck him too, switching between the two while Mark kept driving into her cunt.
When Mark pulled out she felt empty for half a second before Jake took his place, stretching her wider. He fucked her slower but deeper, grinding against her clit with every stroke until her legs shook. “You’re dripping down my balls,” he said, voice rough. “Such a filthy fucking mom.”
She moaned around Tyler’s cock and came hard, pussy clenching, juices running down her thighs. They didn’t stop. Mark pulled her up and sat on the couch, pulling her onto his lap so she could ride him. She sank down on his cock and started bouncing, tits swinging, while Jake stood on the cushions and fucked her mouth again. Tyler moved behind her, spit on her asshole, and pushed two fingers in.
“Gonna take all three,” he said.
She nodded, still sucking. Mark held her hips and thrust up while Tyler worked her ass open. When he finally pushed his cock into her tight hole she cried out around Jake’s dick, stuffed completely. The three of them moved together, filling every hole, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet house.
They switched positions twice more—her on her back on the floor with Jake in her ass and Mark in her pussy while Tyler fucked her throat, then all three taking turns in her cunt while the others used her mouth. She came again when Tyler unloaded deep in her pussy, the hot flood pushing her over. Jake pulled out of her ass and painted her tits. Mark finished in her mouth, making her swallow every drop.
They stayed inside her as long as they could, slowly softening, hands still roaming her body. When they finally pulled out she stayed on the floor, cum leaking from her pussy and ass, lips swollen, body marked with their hands and spit.
“Same time next weekend?” she asked, voice hoarse.
Mark grinned and tucked his cock away. “Count on it.”
