Perhaps I shouldn't have felt as I did. There I was, a married woman for so long, old enough to have a kid in college, and yet I sat at the foot of my bed picking which bikini to wear as to impress a bunch of twenty-year-old kids. It was embarrassing, truth be told, but I saw how Brian was looking at me. It was enough to make me shiver. Maybe it was enough to make my whole body explode.

None of this would've happened if it weren't for my husband. Twenty years together will do that to you. We married too young, too eager, and the years rushing between us had eaten us down into little nibbles. He barely fucked me well anymore; we were too used to each other's bodies. Perhaps it would've been easier had he been a terrible person, but not even that he managed to give me, so we simply kept drifting on an ocean so vast it seemed like we were barely moving at all. Still, when he told me he had to take a flight back, I resented him. It was supposed to be our week, fooling around town like two newlyweds while the kids played in the pool at the back of the house, and yet his work came first. That was when I noticed Brian.

Brian was the oldest of my son's friends, and by far the tallest. His smile came quickly the moment he saw me arriving alone at the house, and he was the first to help me with my baggage. The other college kids were with him too: Jonas, a doe-eyed, soft-bodied boy who was the only one to wear a shirt, and Matthew, a frantic kid with a swimmer's body and a permanent smirk on his face. My own son was the last to appear under the doorframe: Nicholas, whose lazy greeting reminded me of those last few years of him living under our roof before going off to college. His hair had darkened ever since then; now resembling more than ever the dirty blond locks of his father.

It was as he carried my bags up the stairs that I noticed Brian's junk under his swimming trunks. It was big, like a tree root, quickly growing down his left thigh just long enough to be apparent. His torso was muscled and mean. He was an athlete of one sort or another, Nicholas told me once, and that left him with a strong body that he constantly threw against other boys his age. After he dropped the suitcases on my bedroom, I thanked him and closed the door, but not before noticing through the mirror the way he checked me out while leaving. That made my goose prickles light up, and if it weren't for my bra, it would've been obvious to the entire world how hard my nipples were.

Not that I was going to keep wearing them. Maybe it was stupid, doing that with Nick in the house, but I wanted some male attention. An immature urge, I know, but an old woman is allowed a few brattish indulges. After all, with his father leaving me there to sunbathe alone in a house full of young men, of course I was permitted a certain freedom, so I grabbed a cerulean bikini that was a little too small cupped for me,a little too narrow on the bottom, and wore it. It tightened snugly around my breasts. All I wanted was to catch a few tan lines around my waist. All I wanted was to catch their gaze for a few minutes.

They were talking so-and-so about a movie or a game they used to play when I arrived. Matthew, the swimmer, was in heated discussion with my son, while I lay down on one of the beach-chairs. Their voices vanished in less than an instant when I turned on my belly, showing my ass, wondering if that narrow string was revealing more than my cheeks.

"Say, Nick, you got any more beer?" asked Matthew.

"We're out."

"Can you get us some more?"

"Why don't you get it yourself?"

"You and Brian are the only over twenty-one." Jonas helpfully added.

Brian, almost as if in response to his name, leaned even further down the recliner of his chair. "I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind us stealing a bottle or two of her wine, would she?"

"I don't think she would. Unless..."

Nicholas looked at me, and I responded with a gaze to vehemently deny the idea. "If you want to get drunk, do it yourselves."

My sweet boy groaned. "Fine, but you guys owe me one."

"More than one." Added Matt.

However, as soon as he left, the hungry eyes of his friends became too much. Even Jonas' shy gaze upon my flat belly was too overwhelming to bear it. How could I do such a thing? So I got up as politely as I could and hid myself in the kitchen. Perhaps some of the aforementioned wine would help. I opened a bottle and slowly drank while the boys played in the pool. It was so embarrassing; I shouldn't have done that to my son. And yet, I felt a quiver between my legs.

The appearance of Brian by the door came as a surprise. Perhaps I was too startled to hear the sound of the door opening. Nonetheless, he approached with that big friendly smile of his, and squeezed himself between me and the counter, making sure to rub his trunk against my thighs. He grabbed some juice from the fridge, and began to pour himself a glass.

"You know, Nick is doing really well at school."

"That's nice. He has always been such a smart boy." I sipped my wine. "Any girls?"

"A few interested, not that he notices. I always tell him, 'Dude, you need to be more assertive,' but he never listens."

"His father is the same. Must run in the family."

"Although from some of these girls he has been with, there have been rumors..."

"Girls can be cruel."

"Yeah, well. There's nothing more cruel than an attractive woman."

What came next jolted me with surprise. Suddenly, my glass was spilling into the sink, nearly broken, and the only reason I hadn't fallen was because of the cold bite of marble between my knuckles. His warm, callused hand was climbing my stomach, while his other palm was groping underneath my bottom. I thought at first he was going to finger my pussy, but still his finger kept on ascending, until he was inside my other hole. It sent tingles up my spine until it felt like the back of my skull was going to burst with pleasure. A sudden jolt rushed my neck as he kissed it, followed by the cold sensation where his lips met me. I turned to find his gaze, but he simply pushed me down, making me spread my hands further apart on the counter.

"You need to know how to treat them." he whispered.

"Oh yeah? And how do you treat them?"

"Like bitches in heat."

He kept on massaging my asshole, making my back melt and for my whole body to tighten around his fingers, until I finally returned to my senses and pushed him away. My cheeks were burning like coals on fire. I could barely look at his face, so instead I stared down his chest, down his flat belly, down his v-shaped waist, and into his hard cock, before quietly leaving and returning to my place by the pool. However, during my path, I made sure to grab a bottle of lotion, the reason I couldn't really tell even as I got out of my way to take it. Maybe I just wanted to be safe from the sun, that's all.

I couldn't tell if the other boys saw the incident in the kitchen, but their eyes were glowering all the same. I rested upon my belly, my breasts squeezed gently against the pillow, when I noticed Matt stalking closer to me. His legs moved with intent. The band on his shorts hung dangerously low, revealing just a peek of his shaven crotch.

"Do you need help with that?" he asked.

"Please, if you wouldn't mind."

Almost sadistically, he squirted the contents of the tube directly on my back, perhaps just to see me flinch in response, but soon his slender, frantic hands were warming me up. A wave of pleasure irradiated from wherever he touched, and quickly I melted as my flesh loosened under his care.

Soon, he was rubbing the side of my body, running his fingers alongside my hard ribs, and then his hands were under my top. I knew better than to fight. I didn't want to fight. He began to circle my nipples, making me tingle, and giggle like a schoolgirl. Again, and again he went, before clasping my breasts full-handed, so eagerly burrowing his fingers into my skin, the way young men tend to do. He was so rough. He lifted my breasts while catching my nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers, and then he started twisting. He was gentle at first, just enough to electrify me, but then he twisted hard, so fucking hard, and all I managed to do was release an agonized yelp as he did it.

By that point, I was humping his shorts. Suddenly, I heard a loud thump, and the massage stopped. What came next would've hurt if I wasn't so wet already. It was a big, warm cock, being thrust decisively into my pussy. When I turned to see whose, it wasn't Matt behind me, but Brian. He had shoved his friend into the floor. He knew that pussy was his, and he knew he would be the first to fuck it.

I liked the way he moved his pelvis separately from his torso, with such intent, like he instinctively knew where to hit me, his whole body fucking into mine with each thrust. Soon I was so horny I started to finger my asshole, the way he did it before. It was then that I moaned loudly, so loudly that I didn't care if the other boys heard it, or the neighbors, or any pedestrian outside. My face must've been a grotesque sight the way I shrieked, with each thrust my back arching lower and lower, until I was nearly broken in half on that cock.

Did I cum? Of course I did. It was enough to daze me, as if I just seen sunlight for the first time when I lived my whole life in a cave. My husband can barely make me cum after licking my pussy for twenty minutes, and yet there I was, getting fucked by a boy, but Brian didn't care. He simply turned me around and made me stare the cloudless blue sky.

That was the signal for Matt to join us. By that point I was so dazzled, so stunted to actually make a decision, that almost like a thirsty animal, my hands instinctively pulled down his shorts, and my tongue stretched out to serve his balls. It was at that point it became clear he didn't shave as much as his bare chest would have me believe, and his fuzz touching my nose was enough to make me lightly sneeze. Not that it paused him more than momentarily; Quickly, I was feeling the warm, soft weight of his scrotum upon my jaw. It was hard at first, trying to pleasure him while Brian continued to fuck my pussy, but he didn't seem to mind. He simply kept playing with my nipples, such a horny boy, and the more of a slobbering mess I made on him, the more he seemed to enjoy.

Not that his patience lasted, or mine. I followed his little ball worship with a gentle cocksuck, but the mean angry boy had other plans, and frantically his hands hurried from my tits into my hair, pulling me down until I felt like a toy at the end of a string, helpless as he started to fuck my throat. I couldn't breathe. I never did anything like that before, not even with my husband, whose penis he administered so lovingly into my mouth the way a nurse administers a quick injection. Some slight panic filled my heaving chest, as I was certain that he would make me puke, further embarrassing me in front of these men, but neither Matt or Brian cared, so they continued to fuck me, the warm, swelling cock on my mouth descending so hard that my cheeks began to burn as tears ran down. Again and again he went, harder each time. When Matt finally pulled out, I felt ecstatic. By that point, I could barely wait to taste more of their sweat as it rushed down my neck.

That was when I noticed Jonas just sitting there, watching. He was more reserved than the other two, even his shirt still covering his round, soft body, but I when I stared down at him, I could see the same hungry glint exploding inside his eyes.

"Come on, sweetie. Join us." I managed to slur from deep within my heaving chest. "I won't bite."

Eager to please, he approached me and his friends. He timidly removed his shirt, revealing his warm body to all of us. The type of body that gently and fully nuzzles you as its cock penetrates your holes. I caressed him, trying to wordlessly tell that there was no need to worry, that I needed at least one more penis inside of me. I began with a sloppy handjob, watching as his red head flowered closer and closer to mine. His shaft curved downwards, pointing up, like the spar in the front of a ship. As Jonas neared my mouth, Matthew took his place next to Brian. That time, it did hurt when he entered my asshole.

Fast, the air filled with the low, hurried breaths of men, as they exerted themselves like athletes on a track. These college boys, these creatures as young as my son, they were disassembling me, slapping me and pushing my body around like I was nothing more than an old toy. I watched as Matt's wiry torso contracted and extended like a ball of crumpled paper. Every nerve of my body was bursting with pleasure. At some point, I was barely able to comprehend what I was seeing, and yet I was joyously smiling, smiling as another one of them took their place inside my tired jaw, smiling as I nearly suffocated with his cock jammed in my throat.

When Brian finally came, it was an explosion, a warm explosion that burst inside my belly and rushed down my legs until I was numb. Soon, it was Matt's turn, who was always a prick, decided to aim for my eyes, not that I was going to deny him that pleasure by that point. It stung, as the semen mixed with my salty tears and covered so tastily my hungry lips. By the time Jonas finished all over my stomach, all I was able to do was gleefully laugh. Even as they finished, the air burned coldly, the semen into my skin, while in other parts my skin burned simply from the roughness of these boys.

"What the fuck?"

That voice wasn't any of theirs. It took me a second to realize. It was my son's.

Poor, sweet, boy. Returning home holding a six-pack on each hand, only to find his mother spread open and used by his own college friends like an old rag. He looked so shocked, his eyes as big as dinnerplates, burnt crimson, his dirty-blond hair tousled like I used to do it to him before he left our home. If I were able to feel anything but pleasure, I would've felt shame. Instead, I grinned idiotically, cum still leaking from the tip of my mouth.

"How much did you see?" I asked.

"All of it." he whimpered. "All of it."

The young men around me took a few steps back, their cocks turning limp like vines hanging from a tree. Matthew went to say something, but Brian stopped him, knowing better than to add to the situation. Nick walked around the pool and approached me, his eyes simultaneously showing disgust and arousal. He was my sweet son. His body was shiny like the sun-bleached side of a lighthouse. I saw it, inside him, the same hungry gaze that fueled the ferocity in these boys just moments before. I knew what he wanted. I knew what he needed. Maybe I should've stopped. I was his own mother, and yet, despite it all, I wanted too. I couldn't leave him just watching, could I?

"Come here, my sweetpie. It's okay."

I brought him closer and pulled down his shorts. He was hard. Perhaps he'd been hard this whole time, but I couldn't tell before I removed his trousers. It was the cutest little thing. Only then I remembered what Brian said about those nasty rumors, and realized what he meant. It's true, attractive women can be cruel. There was really nothing wrong with it, if nothing else it made me wetter than any of those gigantic trunks, the way its little head glistened so eagerly with pre-cum.

I began with a lovely kiss, just to comfort him and his fears. He whimpered, very quietly, and yet he didn't walk away. Instead, my brave man got closer. I took his cock into my mouth as much as I could, but following those big, throbbing penises, it was barely enough to make me salivate. Like swallowing a pill. So cute.

Quickly he climbed over me, my beautiful son. Between the two us, all of that semen rubbed onto his torso, and at that point he was also scintillating like the surface of a lake under the sun. I kissed him, Matt's cum still on my mouth, as he inserted his tiny prick into my pussy. After the first thrust, with him so small and me so wet, he slid out, but I lovingly guided him back with my hand. He thrust, thrust, and thrust,...