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 Title: Frantically Fucking Mom


Summary: Two sons fill mom -(TM)s pussy in a restaurant. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic





   Isabella's road to becoming a depraved-mother began when a calm, cool,
and collected businessman made an indecent proposal.

   As the owner of a fancy Italian restaurant in the downtown area, she had
endured the 1-2 punch of a horrible year.  First the extended lockdown,
then the massive protests.  The city had stringent rules regarding
customers.  Only 50% capacity was allowed, which was terrible for profits.

   So she accepted the offer, because in this line of work, keeping
customers waiting is never a good idea.  It gives them time to look for
alternatives.  And there are always alternatives in a big city.

   At that hour, the restaurant should have been closed.  Isabella had
already informed her employees that they'd be working overtime hours.  At
the moment, she could only afford to retain two waitresses and five members
of the kitchen staff.

   Her sons were also working there in a much smaller capacity.  Jeremy,
her oldest son, had been furloughed from his job as a sales rep.  Her
youngest son Ryan was still a college student, finishing his courses
online. They had years of experience doing menial tasks around the
restaurant.

   But as the private dinner service approached, she began to have second
thoughts about a few things.

   The food industry was a small world and rumors travel fast.  God forbid
anything about tonight's service finds its way onto twitter and goes viral.
As much as she tried to ignore other people's opinions, the fact was, her
reputation meant everything to her.

   As a former financial analyst for a large bank, Isabella knew how
tonight's clients were.  Proper in suits.  Hard working.  Deviant when it
was time to play.  Years ago, she used to routinely attend group meetings
with clients in strip clubs.  She pretended to like it for the sake of her
job.

   It was exactly why she left the finances and followed her heart to
pursue a career in food service.  Now everything had gone full-circle and
she was once again at the whim of these sorts of men.

   The kitchen staff was obviously essential and they didn't have a view of
the dining area, so she decided to let the waitresses go for the night.

   "You two can take the night off," Isabella said as diplomatically as
possible to the young waitresses.

   The waitresses seemed perplexed by their early dismissal.  But when they
were handed an extra $200 each, they went home with a smile.

   As a proud Italian-American, blood was thicker than water.  She knew
that she could depend on her sons to keep a secret.  It was time to fill
them in on the rest of the details.

   "Can I have a word with both of you?" Isabella asked her sons when the
waitresses had left.

   The boys huddled around the front of the restaurant, expecting the usual
talk about strategy and the night's menu specials.

   She tried to be professional about things.  "I've asked the waitresses
to go home.  It'll be a private affair tonight."

   That got their attention.  She saw the surprised looks on their faces
and was peppered with the obvious questions.

   "Really?  You want us to handle the service?"

   "You realize we're not as good as the waitresses, right?  We've never
been in charge of that before."

   Isabella tossed her hair back.  "It'll be fine.  I don't want the
waitresses to spread gossip about what they see tonight.  Our patrons are
paying a lot of money and they want special accommodations.  You two are
grown-ups and you know what men want from their dates.  So let's keep
tonight's service between us.  Not a word of this leaves our restaurant. 
Ever."

   Her tone was conclusory and her sons knew the conversation was over.

   All 23 guests arrived at the same time and Isabella flashed her
customer-service smile.  The men were financial figures wooing wealthy
clients from Germany.  The men varied in age and they all wore suits.  Each
man was there with a woman, who Isabella could tell were either high-end
escorts or upscale strippers.  Possibly a combination of both.

   Aphrodisiac food had been pre-selected as the main courses; oysters,
asparagus, all served with red wine, and a fancy array of chocolate
pastries and gelato for dessert later.

   During the private dinner service, she noticed men getting frisky with
the women, and the women being flirtatious in return.  She saw kissing at
one table.  On another table, she saw a man slip his hand down a woman's
dress, briefly exposing a breast.  The others seemed amused and laughed at
the display.

   As the clients enjoyed their meals, Isabella's sons went to the kitchen
and backroom area to help prepare the extravagant desserts, while she
remained in the dining area to tend to the patrons.  She refilled wine and
engaged in the usual banter, ignoring the occasional breast she'd see
falling out of someone's dress.

   "Ms.  Ciccarelli, these oysters are divine," the businessman who
organized this dinner event said as he ate.

   Isabella winked at him.  "It's a recipe that's been in my family for
several generations.  I put a small American twist on it, using locally
grown ingredients.  I'm honored that you're all enjoying it."

   "Your skills are admirable.  Here, have a taste of your family's legacy
and your hard work."

   The man held out a fork with an oyster on the end of it.  It was more
than just a kind gesture.  The man wanted Isabella in a state of
submission, bending to his will, eating from his fork.

   She bent down and wrapped her lips around the end of the fork, taking
the oyster into her mouth.  She stood upright again and chewed while the
people at that table watched her eating.

   "Delicious," she said of her own recipe.

   "A perfect way to describe your dishes.  Are all of your recipes this
good?"

   Sensing an opportunity for new, loyal customers, she answered, "You
better believe that everything in this restaurant is that good.  In fact,
you haven't even tried my best recipes yet.  Come back for the lamb or
meatballs.  They're to die for."

   "Maybe we will," he laughed. "I haven't had authentic Italian food
like this in a long time."

   "Thank you, sweety," she smiled.  "And speaking of sweets, dessert is
almost ready.  Wait until you try tonight's offerings.  I guarantee you'll
fall in love."

   "How about a preview?  You looked so beautiful bending over, isn't that
right, ladies?  Can we see it again?"

   The businessman gestured to the giggling ladies next to him, who all
seemed to agree that she was something to behold.  When she looked over to
the other tables, she saw more kissing.  More breasts and nipples subtly
coming out of their dresses like it wasn't a big deal.

   Isabella brushed off what she was seeing.  The money she was getting
kept her in a good mood.

   "Good things are worth waiting for," she winked.  "Be a little more
patient with that.  I'll be back with more bread and sauce."

   The businessman reached in his pocket for a wad of cash. "I'll add an
extra $1,000 to the bill if you come back without your blouse."

   She laughed and was about to shoot down the suggestion before a guy in
another table chimed in.

   "Make that an extra $5,000 if you lose your pants and walk around
barefoot.  Times are tough in the restaurant business and I'm just doing my
part to help out a fellow Italian."

   There was a smirk on the guy's face, but nonetheless, Isabella could
tell that the offer from both men were genuine.  She was certain that her
being scantily clad -- the debasement of a restaurant owner -- would be the
crown jewel of their night.

   Finally, a man with a German accent chimed in. "$10,000 extra if you
finish the remainder of this service naked."

   So this was the guy these city businessmen were wooing.  The man was
brash enough to throw around that kind of money for a naked service.

   Isabella froze for a moment as all eyes turned to her direction.  Her
initial reaction was to try and laugh it off, to make a few wisecracks and
banter with them, but she knew they wanted her undressed.

   The thought sent a rush of adrenaline through her body.  It was an
enticing idea in theory.  She was no stranger to nudity of this kind.  Back
in college, she had actually modeled nude for art classes and artist
friends of hers.

   But this was present day reality -- not her past deeds -- and Isabella
was a woman of high class and had a reputation to uphold.  Most importantly
of all, her sons were in the backroom.

   "That's some serious money," the city businessman grinned. "What'll it
be?  Looking to make some extra cash?  We can afford it."

   She managed to laugh, "Me?  Naked?  Gentleman, I'm in my late-40's.  You
have beautiful women all around you.  Trust me, you don't want me naked."

   "Hey, we obviously think you're very beautiful," the man
countered. "And women with power are sexy as hell."

   "I run a restaurant.  That's hardly any power compared to what you all
have."

   "You run a stunning Italian restaurant with some of the best reviews in
the city.  That's power.  Think about.  The offer will remain open."

   "Right, of course I'll think about it," she said sarcastically to end
the banter.  "I'll be right back with extra gravy."

   *

   Smiling and amused, she left the dining area and went towards the
backroom where her two sons were busy plating the desserts.  She could hear
the sounds of the kitchen staff hurrying to finish the order.

   "What was that about?" Ryan asked, arranging the chocolate syrup.

   Isabella playfully rolled her eyes, wondering whether or not to tell
them.  In the end, she needed to get things off her chest, as it was just
too ridiculous to keep to herself.

   She sighed, "They're offering me a ton of cash to get naked.  Yes, butt
naked.  As if their dates exposing their bare breasts wasn't enough
already."

   As expected, any talk of nudity had grabbed their attention.  They had
already seen the tits in there, and much to Isabella's dismay, she caught
them gawking a few times during service.

   "How much did they offer?" Jeremy, her older son asked.

   "Over $15,000," she replied.  "That's on top of what they're already
paying."

   It stung to even speak those words.  That kind of money would be the
first step in reversing the myriad of financial losses since the lockdown
and all the current regulations.

   "And you're turning that down?" Jeremy asked cautiously, as if he knew
he had messed up.

   Ryan hesitantly nodded.  "Mom, we saw the latest balance sheet earlier.
We're pretty much screwed, like most other restaurants."

   "Are both of you telling me to get naked?" she asked in her motherly
voice, which always did the trick.

   Her sons backtracked, saying all they were doing were keeping open
minds. Frankly, she found their reactions to be amusing.  They were always
loyal and obedient to their mother, the way classic Italian families are.

   Isabella softened the mood.  "Look, I honestly don't mind getting naked
for the right reasons, but this could destroy our family.  No sane mother
would ever do such a thing for money.  It's the craziest thing I've ever
heard in my life."

   The brothers were born years apart, but they were so similar in a lot of
ways.  They gave each other a quick look and they knew what the other was
thinking.  In that split second, the boys were already on the same page.

   She always had the impression that her sons found her attractive in some
innocent way.  She had caught them peeking at her shapely legs or busty
chest a few times over the years.  Nothing overt, but within reason, she
thought.  Isabella, after all, was a woman who put a lot of effort into how
she presented herself.

   "Mom, this place is on the brink.  High level government officials
suggest that they won't do another stimulus bill."

   "The city and state aren't doing much either.  Taxes are oppressive and
minimum wage increased last year.  Don't forget, food costs also went up."

   Her boys were smart and knowledgeable in this business.  They were also
like most other young men at that age...  guided by their cocks.  She saw
the gleams in their eyes.

   It was flattering that she had this sort of effect on young men, much
less her own sons.  And if anyone deserved a nude show, it was them.  They
provided her with plenty of moral support over the years.  During the
lockdown, they kept her spirits high.  And their free labor in the
restaurant was invaluable.

   She pondered for a moment, realizing how crazy the notion was.  But the
adrenaline was still pumping through her veins and she was becoming
increasingly aroused with each passing second.

   "And you two are serious?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.  "Because
those men out there are dead serious.  They'll want what they're paying
for."

   Jeremy nodded.  "We're adults.  This restaurant is your passion and the
employees are like our extended family.  Isn't that what you've always
said?"

   Those words stung.  Only because it was true.

   "What about my nudity?  Won't it scar you two for life seeing me that
way?"

   Again, her sons were in unison.

   He blushed, "You're the one who brought it up.  Besides, there's already
nudity in the dining hall."

   "Maybe we can compromise," she conceded.  "If you're okay with this...
then I can get down to my bra and panties.  Make a decision right now,
customers are waiting."

   Once again the boys glanced at each other and smiled.  As expected, they
came to an agreement without even saying a word.

   "We'll help you undress, mom," Ryan said.

   It happened so fast that Isabella barely knew what hit her.  This was
the first time that her always-respectful sons had ever put their hands on
her clothes to remove them.  Ordinarily, they knew better than to touch the
buttons on her blouse.  Or the buttons on her pants.  Yet it was happening.

   She watched them expertly remove her clothes and her pussy became wet.
Oh yes, her boys were experts at undressing women.  As a mother, it made
her proud that her sons had these sorts of skills at their age.  Most men
are clumsy when it comes to working around a woman's attire.  They also
knew to fold her clothes neatly and to place them on the table.

   Down to her bra and panties, Isabella stood calmly.  Her shoes were
already off and she bent down to remove her pantyhose to get barefoot on
the floor.

   "Mom, we need this money," her youngest son noted as she was down to her
bare essentials.

   She sighed.  "Fine.  Go ahead."

   "It's for the best."

   With her permission given, she was curious to see how emboldened her
sons would be, if they could actually strip her naked.  When she felt a
pair of hands touching her back, working the clip of her bra, she knew this
was really happening and she just accepted it.

   "God help us," Isabella muttered to herself as her bra was being
unhooked.

   Her bra was pulled away from her.  Both of her sons took a good look at
her chest.  Her tits were big and they hung down as a reflection of her
age. Without even looking down, Isabella knew that her large brown nipples
were rock hard at this point, either from the cool air, or her own arousal.
Maybe both.

   It was Jeremy who had the audacity to finish the job, reaching down to
pull her panties to the floor.  She stepped out of them, lifting each foot
so her son could take it away.

   She could no longer bring herself to make eye-contact with either of her
sons.  Doing her best to maintain composure, she constantly reminded
herself of her motives for doing this.  She reminded herself of those days
in college when she had been a nude model for portraits.

   Try as she might, it was an impossible task to ignore the fact that her
sons were staring at her naked body.

   "Oh my goodness," she deeply exhaled, wondering if this was the biggest
mistake of her life.  "What have I done?"

   "Saving the family business," Ryan smiled.

   Isabella pursed her lips and shrugged.  "Cute response.  Now if you'll
excuse me, I have clients to serve.  Let me know when the desserts are
ready."

   She looked at the clock and was mindful that the dining area had been
without a server for several minutes.  In this line of work, that was an
unforgivable sin.  Customers should always have a server nearby, especially
ones paying this much money.

   A dizzying feeling made her feel light-headed.  Her pulse raced.  Her
pussy felt needy.  Despite all of these mixed emotions, she forged ahead
with her job.  It was the necessary sacrifice of a woman who loved her job,
her employees, and her family.

   She was about to head to the dining area naked and empty handed, when
she remembered the gravy and extra bread.  There was no way in hell that
she'd step into the kitchen like this.  This was something the kitchen
staff didn't need to know about, so she had her son go inside and get it.

   "Thanks," she told Ryan.  "Oh, and another thing.  When the kitchen
staff is done making the desserts, tell them to go home through the
backdoor.  I don't want them seeing any of this."

   *

   Isabella was met with grins when she made her naked appearance.  There
was even a round of applause when everyone looked at her.  Without even
looking at her own reflection, she was positive that her face had never
been so red.  She knew she was blushing beyond belief.

   But she kept on going, walking naked and barefoot towards the tables,
starting with the man who had arranged this dinner service.  Eying the
room, more nipples were exposed.  More fondling was taking place.  And
there were more kisses in between.  Two of the women had even gone topless.

   "Extra gravy, anyone?" she asked, trying her best to be cool under
pressure.

   Some of the men accepted.  All of the women declined, wanting to
maintain their thin figures and modelesque appearances.  Whenever she
poured gravy onto a plate, her breasts would hang forward and people from
each table would get a nice look at her nipples and pussy.

   It wasn't long before meals were being finished.  She refilled glasses
of wine until the main course was done.

   She went to the backroom to get help from her sons.  It must have been
at least 30 minutes since she first got naked.  The novelty had slowly worn
off in the dining area, but when she approached her sons, the feeling of
shame and arousal had stirred up again.  It was a sinful mix.

   "Help me clean the tables," she ordered her sons.

   The boys had just finished arranging the elaborate dessert plates and
they helped her in the dining area.

   After that, they brought out the individual dessert plates for each
guest.  Eyes lit up when the patrons saw the assortment.  It almost
threatened to overshadow her nakedness, but that was unlikely.  Her bare
body was still the star of the show by far.

   The rush she got from serving food naked was spellbinding.  But the rush
she got from prancing around naked in front of her sons was borderline
euphoric.  Isabella made a mental note to seek therapy after this, she
amusingly thought to herself.

   When she locked eyes with the German businessman and saw a calculating
look on his face, Isabella knew that the night had only gotten started.

   "I see a resemblance between you and the servers," the German said with
a blunt and callous tone.

   It almost felt menacing, like the man was going somewhere with this.  A
forbidden place even after she was parading around naked for her sons to
see.

   She held her chin high.  "They're my pride and joy.  This restaurant is
made possible by their moral support and helping hands.  I'm extremely
blessed as a mother."

   "All the better.  I'll pay an additional $20,000 if they both fuck you
senseless.  If we finish our desserts before that, the deal is off.  No
further negotiations."

   As soon as the offer left the man's mouth, he slowly picked up his spoon
and took a bite of the gelato with chocolate syrup on top, showing that
time was of the essence.

   Isabella was awestruck that this restaurant's financial problems could
all be cured in one fateful night.  She saw the pleading look in the eyes
of both sons.  Being good with numbers was something that ran in the
family. Without saying a word, they were all on the same page about what
this money would mean.

   It was either this or she had to permanently lay-off several of her
furloughed employees, whom she had repeatedly promised that she'd rehire.
She was a woman of her word.  And she prided herself on treating all staff
with the utmost compassion.  She owed it to them for helping her restaurant
win so many awards and rave reviews.

   "How do you want it to happen?" she asked, clearing her throat.

   "Rough." That was all the man needed to say.

   There weren't anymore smiles, laughter, or chattering in the dining
area. All the patrons were silent while savoring each bite of their
chocolate desserts.  It was like they had come to a show and expected their
money's worth.

   Isabella was too timid to look at her sons.  Her trademark confidence
and strong character had been stripped away, and mentally, she felt as
naked as she was physically.

   At this point, she didn't bother to ask her sons or even acknowledge
them.  She knew they were on board.  She knew they were eager to fuck her.
The signs had always been there, she was just too much in denial as any
mother would be, except for tonight when all the layers had been peeled.

   Standing before everyone, she bent over an empty table and waited for
the next move.  Her forearms were planted on the table as she faced the
customers enjoying their sweets.  As expected, her sons approached her.

   Isabella's pussy was on fire.  It clenched tight when she felt her
oldest son spreading her butt cheeks, standing behind her, looking at the
glorious view of her hole.  This was uncharted territory.

   The hands let go and Isabella thought her son had the good sense to back
out.  To end this.  To never cross that forbidden line.

   Instead, she heard Jeremy's zipper come down.  She knew she was about to
be fucked in front of all these people.

   "Are you okay with this?" Jeremy whispered in her ear with a trembling
voice.  "I thought this is what you wanted.  Did I make a mistake?"

   She took a deep breath.  "Grab my hips and let me have it.  This needs
to be finished fast."

   Being the type of mother she was, she only needed to ask once.  She
could hardly believe that she had given her son permission to fuck her, but
they had already come this far.

   Her pussy was spread and she yelped out loud when Jeremy's dick was
pressed against her small entrance to penetrate her.  It went in slowly,
giving her body time to adjust.  But as aroused as she was, she didn't need
the extra time.  Her pussy was primed and ready for a good fucking since
the moment her sons had stripped her naked.

   Inch by inch, it went all the way inside, then there was a pause.  In
that awkward moment, she looked at the faces of clients, who were casually
enjoying their dessert while watching this incestuous show for their sexual
entertainment.

   When her hips were squeezed, that's when she knew she'd be in for a real
fucking.  It happened fast and relentlessly.  If anything, she was
impressed by how much courage her son had to even do such a thing to her.
She cried right away and didn't bother to be quiet about it either.  She
screamed in the direction of these patrons, who seemed unbothered by her
sounds of ecstasy.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried in shock.  "My pussy..."

   As a religious woman, she hated cursing and had never cursed in her
restaurant before.  She had always treated this place as a sanctuary for
her culture and values.  This restaurant was a reflection of her family's
long tradition.

   Yet here she was...

   Isabella gripped the edges of the table as she held on for dear life. 
It seemed as though her oldest son had wanted this for a long, long time,
and now was his chance to claim his reward.

   As the thrusts increased, her heavy tits rocked back and forth above the
table.  Yes, she could have made things easier on herself and laid face
down.  It would have spared her much of this incestuous humiliation, but
she knew this was what the customers liked to see.  Their eyes focused on
her swaying tits and hard nipples.  Laying face down would have deprived
the audience of a key part of the show.

   "Cum...  wherever...  you want..." she said as clear as she could, given
the circumstance she was in.

   She knew her son was on the verge of a massive orgasm based on the
moans, grunts, and thrusts.  All she wondered was where Jeremy would cum.
Would he fill her hole?  Or would he finish someplace else so that Ryan
would have a clean pussy to fuck?

   The answer came in a few moments when she felt her son pulling out of
her pussy, leaving a gaping feeling in her wet hole, followed by the warm
sensation of semen shooting across her ass and lower back.  Her son had
decided on jerking off all over her to preserve her pussy, and Isabella
loved how thoughtful Jeremy was to keep her pussy clean for Ryan.

   Cum was glazed on her backside and a part of her was disappointed that
she couldn't see (or even taste) it.

   "Thanks, mom," her son whispered gratefully in her ear, being genuinely
appreciative of the fuck session.  He even slapped her ass.

   "We'll need to have a long, long talk later.  Okay?"

   She turned around and gently touched her son's face, to thank him for
doing his part to boost the family business, and also to scold him for
actually fucking her.  It was the ultimate juxtaposition for any
respectable mother to be in.

   "Now the other son," the German said, licking his spoon as half of his
dessert was now gone. "Let's see him having a turn.  I can tell he wants
to."

   She looked at her youngest son who stood nearby in utter shock by the
pornographic and incestuous show which had just happened.  Isabella could
only imagine what was going through Ryan's mind, having watched his older
brother (whom he deeply adored, admired, and wanted to be like) just fuck
mom in front of everyone.

   "It's okay to be nervous," she said lovingly.  "Sex is scary at first,
but heavenly if you have the right dance partner."

   Wiggling her butt, Isabella enticed her son as she put her elbows on the
table again for another round of sex.  The clock was ticking and she had
already come so far.  If Ryan didn't fuck her, then she would have just
fucked Jeremy for no reason at all, since she wouldn't be getting the money
anymore.  As amazing as it felt, she was a business woman first and
foremost.

   A few awkward seconds had passed with her waiting there.  She was on the
verge of snapping at her son, telling him to hurry up and fuck her.  But
her youngest son was up to the task, stepping behind her, following in the
footsteps of his big brother.

   She heard Ryan's pants unzip and it was the same process.  Their cocks
were more or less the same size and shape.  Unlike her oldest son, her
youngest son was far more gentle, which was a problem.  As blissful as the
thrust felt inside her pussy, she knew it would take a while before he
came. Time was a luxury they didn't have if they wanted the bonus money.

   "Faster, faster," she implored her son, reaching back to give Ryan's
thigh a little slap.  "I can handle it."

   To further stimulate her son, she reached between her legs to caress
Ryan's balls.  Her soft touch did the trick and she felt Ryan's body jerk
in response.  She thought it was adorable that even after all these years,
her motherly touch still had this sort of effect, only now it was purely
sexual.

   It was almost immediate that the sound of rhythmic slappings filled the
dining room.  There was the sound of spoons hitting the ceramic plates. 
People licking and chewing.  And the beautiful noise of Isabella's
voluptuous bottom making loud clapping noises, courtesy of her horny son.

   Her youngest son, unlike Jeremy, was more inclined to play with her
breasts.  Where Jeremy had been fond of squeezing and rubbing her butt
during rough sex, Ryan seemed far more interested in playing with her big
tits, clenching them and pinching her erect brown nipples too.

   Her eyes went wide, because this time, she was close to having her own
orgasm.  She didn't allow herself to relax the first time because of all
the nerves she felt from the situation.

   But now, she had enough experience as an incestuous mother to finally
let go and give the audience what they're paying for.  And if she were
truly honest with herself, this was by far the highlight of her sexual
life. Nothing had ever come close to this, and she knew that nothing ever
would.

   "I'm...  going...  to...  cum..." she said, her body bouncing back and
forth on the dining table.

   Her tits jiggled in her son's hands while he kept on giving them a good
squeeze and rub.  Her big tits had always been an erogenous zone.  Now that
was being revealed to a room full of patrons.

   "Can I cum in your pussy?" Ryan asked softly from behind, almost
desperate to get the permission he wanted.

   She closed her eyes, torn by the moment.  "I...  uhh...  ohh....  it's
so wrong."

   Her mind said no, but her body said yes.  She was positive that everyone
in the room could see just how badly she wanted to cross the last
threshold.

   "I want to see that pussy filled," the German said. "An extra $5,000."

   Isabella's eyes rolled back when her son went into high gear.  She was
amazed that her youngest son, who was typically shy and sweet, was now
fucking like a seasoned male porn star.  Had this finally made a man of
him? All because of her tantalizing Italian pussy?  The pussy of a mother?

   She came first, making a wet mess on the floor.  It came out like a
spray, then a series of streams.  She screamed out loud, praying the entire
kitchen staff had already gone home as planned.

   When the several gushes of her orgasmic fluids stopped pouring down her
legs, it was her son's turn.  Her son's hands moved from her breasts to her
hips to get a better grip.  Each thrust now resulted in hot cum shooting
deep inside of her pussy.  She felt herself being filled, and when Ryan's
cum leaked across her labia, down her thighs, she knew it was a lot.

   Ryan pulled out, and Isabella could feel his trembling hands pushing her
hips away.

   Once freed, Isabella took a deep breath and tried to collect her
thoughts and compose herself once more.

   She leaned onto the table and sat on it.  This was her first time ever
sitting on a dining table.  Giving the patrons what they wanted --
especially the perverted businessmen who were paying a lot of money -- she
spread her knees to open her legs.  Then she used her fingers to spread her
labia, giving the patrons a clear view of the cream pie.  Her son's cum
dripped from her pussy, onto the table.

   "How's this for a dessert?" she asked rhetorically, while feeling more
embarrassed than she's ever felt.

   The patrons had finished their dessert so she was just in time to earn
her bonus money.  They gave her a classy applause, as if this were an opera
or a theatrical performance, instead of something out of a porn movie.

   "I was a virgin," Ryan whispered in her ear so innocently while the
applause was still happening.  "I'm not anymore, thanks to you."

   Knowing that it was her pussy that had taken her son's virginity was
such a strange concept to grasp, but nonetheless, as a mother it warmed her
heart in some twisted way.

   She pursed her lips and whispered back.  "We need to have a long
discussion after this is over."

   When the cum finished dripping, she got up and personally refilled
coffee for anyone who needed more, walking around and leaving wet
footprints from her squirt.

   *

   Sitting naked, barefoot, and alone at a table, Isabella counted the pile
of hundred dollar bills she had racked up that night.  Between the dinner
service, her being naked, and being fucked senseless by both of her sons,
the future was looking bright.

   Not bad at all, she thought to herself.

   Her sons came out of the kitchen with an extra dessert.

   "We saved one for you," Jeremy said with a smile.

   Ryan added, "And with extra chocolate syrup, just the way you like it."

   As she sat there with her heavy breasts touching the table, her boys
placed the dessert in front of her.  She appreciated the loving gesture,
though she figured that this was the very least they could do, given the
orgasms they had because of her pussy.

   "I think I've earned every bite of these excess calories and sugar."

   Pushing the cash and accounting book aside, she picked up the spoon and
focused on her dessert.

   "Not so fast," her oldest son gently chided.  "We had other things in
mind."

   "Oh?  I'm not sure I like the sound of that."

   As if pre-planned, both of her sons unzipped their pants to reveal
semi-hard penises, right in front of her face, standing on each side of
her. The cocks turned fully erect upon exposure to her.

   "Like it?" Ryan asked deviantly, with a newfound confidence for sex that
he never had before.

   Isabella playfully shook her head.  "I'm the woman who took your
virginity, and this is how you repay me?  By holding your dick in my face
after I've been working my ass off all day?  Ungrateful.  You're so lucky
that I'm in a good mood."

   The boys smiled and dipped their erection into the gelato with syrup on
top.  Holding their cocks in front of her face again, syrup dripping, a
cock had never looked so enticing to her.

   She opened her mouth and took her oldest son first, because he was
dripping more, and she didn't want to have to clean up yet another mess. 
After a hard suck on that erection, making it throb, she turned to her
youngest son, who moaned from the oral clean up.

   Going back and forth, Isabella made sure to give equal attention to both
of her sons.  In her experience as a mother, being fair was the best way to
prevent them from fighting and being overly competitive with one another.
So she sucked them equally to keep a perfect harmony in the family.

   Their orgasms came at the same time.  She sat there naked, realizing how
her life had changed in the course of one night, while both of her sons
were pumping their cocks into her mouth, stroking themselves.  She kept her
hands down as she didn't need to do any more work.  They were doing it all.

   When her mouth was flooded with cum, it was the perfect dessert.  It was
warm, savory and salty.  And their cum was mixed with the rich flavor of
the gelato and chocolate syrup.

   The End
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