The house was quiet when I got home from work, but the lights were on in the living room. My son Jake was supposed to be out with his buddies, yet there they all were—Jake, Mike, and Derek—sprawled on the couch with beers, the TV paused on some game. They were all twenty-one, built from college sports, and they looked at me like they always did lately, eyes dropping straight to my tits and ass.
I was still in my tight work skirt and low-cut blouse, heels clicking on the floor. "Boys," I said, dropping my bag. "Didn't expect company."
Jake grinned, that cocky smile he'd picked up. "Mom, we were just chilling. Want a beer?"
I took one, sat between them, and the air got thick fast. Derek's leg pressed against mine. Mike's hand brushed my thigh "accidentally" when he reached for the remote. Jake watched, smirking, not stopping it. "You look hot tonight, Mom," he said low. "That skirt's fucking killing me."
I should have shut it down, but my pussy was already wet. These were my son's friends, and the way they stared made me ache. "Yeah?" I said, voice husky. "You boys been talking about me again?"
Mike laughed, dirty and direct. "Fuck yeah. Jake tells us how you walk around in those tiny shorts. We jerk off thinking about bending you over."
Jake didn't deny it. Instead he leaned in and kissed my neck, right there in front of them. "She's into it," he told them. "Mom loves this shit."
Derek's hand slid up my skirt without asking, fingers pushing my panties aside to rub my clit. "She's soaked," he growled. "Jesus, Jake, your mom wants all our cocks."
I moaned and spread my legs wider. Jake pulled my blouse open, freeing my tits, and sucked a nipple hard while Mike yanked my skirt up and buried his face between my thighs, tongue fucking my cunt like he was starving. Derek stood, dropped his pants, and shoved his thick dick in my face. I opened wide and sucked him down, gagging on it while Jake's mouth worked my tits and Mike's tongue flicked my clit.
"Fuck her mouth good," Jake said, voice raw. "She's a total slut for it."
They moved me to the floor on all fours. Jake stripped and slammed into my pussy from behind, pounding deep while I sucked Derek's cock and Mike fed me his balls. The room filled with wet sounds, skin slapping, my moans around thick shafts. "Take it, Mom," Jake grunted, gripping my hips. "Your son's cock feels good, doesn't it?"
I nodded, choking on Derek, spit running down my chin. They switched, Mike taking my cunt next, harder, while Jake made me clean his dick with my mouth, tasting my own juice. Derek got behind and worked a finger in my ass, then his cock, stretching me open until I was stuffed in both holes, screaming around Jake's shaft.
We fucked for hours. They took turns on my pussy, my ass, my throat, filling me with cum until it leaked down my thighs. Jake came last, deep in my cunt, whispering "Good girl, Mom" while his friends watched and stroked, ready for round two. I lay there wrecked, covered in their loads, already wanting more.
By morning the boys were gone, but Jake was still there, hard again, pushing back inside me on the kitchen table like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Next weekend they're coming over again," he said, thrusting slow and filthy. "And you're gonna take every one of us all night."
I came hard, already planning what to wear.
