Between my sons - Sex Stories

Between my sons

... women and I didn't blame him: I would be the first to tell him that we are a crazy sex. They were all grown up until they got home. Then the two of them would act like they were 10 again and watch TV and play games. I didn't mind it at all. They had always been close and seeing them get along so well made me feel like I had done something right as a mother. Too bad I wasn't a good wife. That thought made me frown and I wiped my hands on a towel thought of the dildo in the drawer and shook my head. Not while the boys are in the house. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch between them and cuddled. We watched football and then a movie, laughing and joking until late. After the movie they got up to head to bed and I agreed that it was time to sl**p as well. I watched them head upstairs and I stayed on the couch for a bit. My mind went back to the kitchen and my dildo. I had some unfinished business and the boys would be asl**p. I crossed my legs and thought it over. They would be here for a week and there was nothing worse than starting on something but never getting the orgasm. That's what I needed, even if it was just from a piece of plastic. I resolved to make a new rule: after I came from the dildo there would be no more until the boys left. I needed to be a mom—but only after I got off. I was, after all, a woman and I had needs. I smiled, stood up and stretched. I walked over to the mirror in the hall and played with my hair. It was getting long and I thought ...

... of making an appointment the next day. I turned to the side and straightened my back. "Only 115 pounds, not bad Sue, not bad at all," I said to myself quietly. The thought remained only a second then I imagined my husband with some Thai slut. I sighed out loud then went to the kitchen. My hands shook a little as I was excited to get off. Sad but true. I took the dildo out and smiled. It was my man. An erection that never went limp. I rummaged in the drawer until I found the lube. The best part of a dildo was it could take care of any hole I put it in. I thought of the best sex I had ever had with my husband and smiled. That was the thought I needed to get me off. I walked up the stairs and made my way to my room. James and Tim were in their own respective ones and I would have the big bed to myself. I closed the door, pulled back the blankets and slid onto the bed. My pussy was already wet by the time I slid out of my pants and top. I lubed the dildo up as best as I could and pressed it against my pussy. I closed my eyes and thought of my husband's fingers pushing against me. He knew how to touch me and when we were young he used to sneak into my dorm room and just finger me. I let out a sigh and I felt my pussy growing wetter. I thought about the anticipation of his cock. I used to live for that thing. Any moment that I could get it out of his pants and in my mouth or my pussy and eventually my ass would be enough to make me cum. I pushed the dildo in and clenched it with my ...