And popped into my tight bowels.My youngest son groaned as he slammed into my bowels, my pussy juices lubing the way. My bowels stretched around his c...ck. My eyes widened. I had two dicks in me. Both my sons were in my body, filling me up as I impaled myself down Ryan’s cock.“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Fuck your mother! Oh, yes! Just pound me! This is so hot!”“Fuck,” Ryan groaned, his body arching, his hands tightening on my big breasts. “Jesus, your pussy got so tight, Mom.”“You should feel. So, tell me more about your life before you joined the police.”“You really want to hear about Mildred, Tom and me, even though it is well past our bedtime, don’t you?” I grinned.“The eternal triangle, Edgar, it has fascinated readers, filmgoers and listeners around camp fires ever since cavemen walked the earth.”“Like Adam, Eve and The Serpent?” I suggested.“Something like that, we all need our regular doses of romance, intrigue, seduction, and scandal. It’s the only thing that gets us up in. ” With a cheeky smile, she said, “I guess you’ll get to see soon.” “Yes!” I went ahead and jumped in the pool. She came out in a strapless white top and a baby blue bottom. Just seeing her made my dick a bit hard. “Wow. Get in here.” She eased her way in, and we got quite playful from there, even playing Marco Polo one on one for a few minutes. Every time I swam to her, I touched her a bit more, grabbing her hips, or rubbing her thighs, and the way she responded gave me pure elation. It was. . in precisely the same way I'd feel about sleeping with a friend's sister. Especially if she was seventeen going on eighteen. Ye gods.As I lay there, memories of the day before came flooding back and washed away much of the guilt and shame, replacing it with a warm, satisfied feeling of desire. I could feel myself getting hard as I called to mind thoughts of sucking Adam, feeling his hard cock, fucking and being fucked by him. Twenty-four hours before I had been a mild-mannered, occasionally.