So now both of my sons were groping, fondling, squeezing my tits, then they started to play with my very erect nipples. I let out a small pleasurable,...lustful moan as I bit my lower lip. "Boys...I...Mmmm... I told you, you could not touch me unless...unless I said…so."Hunter said into my ear, "Get fucking real mom! You fucking want it! You have been asking for it!" I didn't say anything in response, I had to admit, and I was enjoying my son's feeling me up like this, it was turning me on and I. "Chanel," he beckons me, his hand extended. I walk to him and he guides me sideways on his lap. "How long have you been up?" I ask. "Not long," he says, and I look out to the lights between us and the ocean. It's past midnight, but we can still hear people on the streets. Sitting here with him, my thoughts start to twist together, pondering today and this entire weekend. I've had more fun in the last three days than the last three years combined probably. Being here with Ethan turned out less. I'm keeping you, sweetie. Go take a shower and come back in bed."I got up and went to the bathroom. I was full of cum. Everywhere. Like a true slut. I took the sexy clothes off, and jumped in the shower. When I came out, he was in bed. He had laid out a nice pink nightdress for me. Without anything being said, I put it on.I jumped in bed, beside him. We talked for a good half hour about how my life would change forever. And then we both fell asleep."Wake up slut." The tip of his cock was. The other resumed their fucking, but after Melba was naked, Dara proposed a change of position. Clara and Melba were kneeling on opposite corners of the bed. Dara shaped into Darae, her vagina disappeared and her breast flattened out, but his dick grew some and testis sprouted underneath. He started to pound Melba from behind, the halfling’s hairline growing from her forehead to the middle of her back allowed Darae to grab Melba by her braid and be quite rough without actually hurting her, on.