The door slammed shut behind them, and Linda knew something was wrong the second she heard her sons voice mixed with the low laughs of his two friends. All three of them were twenty-one, old enough to know better, but that didnt stop the heavy footsteps heading straight for the kitchen where she stood in her robe.
Mom, Jake said, voice already thick. We heard that audio you recorded last week. The one where youre moaning about getting used.
Her face burned. She had made it for her own private collection, never expecting anyone to find it, least of all her own son and his buddies. Jake, thats private. Delete it right now.
Mike stepped closer, phone already playing the file. Her own voice filled the room, breathy and desperate: I want to be held down I want more than one
Derek grinned. Sounds like youre begging for exactly what were about to give you.
Linda backed up until her hips hit the counter. This isnt funny. Get out.
Jake moved first, grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her back with one hand. Were not leaving. Youre going to give us the real version of that audio, Mom. Right here.
She struggled, but Mike and Derek were already pulling the robe open. Cold air hit her bare skin. Jakes free hand slid between her legs without warning, fingers pushing through her folds.
Already wet, he muttered. Knew it.
Jake, please Her protest cut off when he shoved two fingers inside her. The sudden stretch made her knees buckle. Derek caught her from behind, pressing his hard cock against her ass through his jeans.
Keep talking, Mike ordered, holding the phone closer. Were recording the real thing.
Linda shook her head, but a moan slipped out when Jake curled his fingers against that spot inside her. Dereks hands were rough on her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples until they ached.
Fuck, shes dripping, Jake said, pulling his fingers free and wiping them across her mouth. Taste how much you want this.
She tried to turn away, but Derek held her head still. Jake pushed his fingers between her lips. The taste of herself mixed with the shame burning in her chest.
They moved her to the living room like she weighed nothing. Jake bent her over the arm of the couch, kicking her legs apart. She heard zippers and the rustle of clothes. Then the blunt head of a cock pressed against her entrance.
Last chance to say no, Jake said, though they all knew she wouldnt get the chance.
He shoved in deep on the first thrust. Linda cried out, the stretch burning and filling her at the same time. Jake didnt wait. He fucked her hard, hips slapping against her ass, one hand fisted in her hair to keep her face down.
Tell the audio how it feels, Mike demanded, recording every wet sound.
Its too much, she gasped. Jake, slow down
Derek climbed onto the couch in front of her, cock already out. He grabbed her jaw and pushed past her lips. Suck. Make it good or well both take your ass next.
She gagged as he hit the back of her throat. Jake kept pounding into her from behind, each thrust forcing her forward onto Dereks cock. Mikes hand replaced Jakes in her hair, holding her steady while he stroked himself with the other.
The phone picked up everything: the wet slap of skin, her choked moans, the low grunts from all three men. Jake reached under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles. Her body betrayed her, hips pushing back even as her mind screamed this was wrong.
Gonna come already? Jake taunted. Knew you were a slut for it.
Her orgasm hit hard, cunt clenching around her sons cock. Jake groaned and fucked her through it, then pulled out and shot across her lower back.
Derek took his place immediately, sliding into her soaked pussy with one thrust.
Still tight, he growled. Fuck.
Mike moved to her mouth next. She sucked him automatically now, tongue working the underside while Derek hammered into her. Another climax built fast, her body shaking. When Derek came inside her, she felt every pulse.
They didnt stop. They rotated, using her mouth and pussy until she was limp over the couch arm, come leaking down her thighs. Jake took her again last, slower this time, grinding deep while he made her say filthy things into the phone.
Tell them you love your sons cock, he ordered.
I love it, she whispered, voice hoarse.
Louder.
I love my sons cock, she said, louder, the words thick with shame and leftover pleasure.
Jake came inside her this time, holding still while he emptied. When he finally pulled out, the three of them stood back and watched her slide to the floor, legs too weak to hold her.
Mike stopped the recording. Send us copies, he said to Jake. Were gonna need this again.
Linda stayed on the carpet, breathing hard, body marked and used. The phone lay beside her, the new file already saved. She knew they would play it back later, and she knew she would listen too, even if she never admitted it out loud.
