The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and toast when the back door slammed open. Mom stood at the counter in her thin robe, her back to us, humming as she rinsed a plate. She didn’t even turn around at first. “You boys are home early,” she said, voice light.
We didn’t answer. My older brother Jake moved first, locking the door with a click that made her shoulders stiffen. I stepped up behind her, pressing my body close so she could feel my cock already hard against her ass. She gasped and tried to spin, but I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the counter.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, trying to twist free. Her robe slipped open a little, showing the curve of her tits.
“Shut up, Mom,” Jake growled, yanking the belt of her robe loose. The fabric fell open completely. Her nipples were already tight from the cool air. He grabbed one breast hard, squeezing until she whimpered. “We’re done pretending. You’ve been walking around this house half-naked for years. Today you’re taking both of us.”
“No—stop it!” She kicked back, but I kicked her legs apart and shoved her forward over the counter. Her cheek pressed against the cool tile. I ripped the robe off her shoulders and let it drop. Her bare ass was round and soft, and I slapped it once, hard, watching the red handprint bloom.
Jake unzipped and pulled his thick cock out, already leaking. He rubbed the head against her pussy lips, forcing them apart. She was dry at first, but he spat on his palm and smeared it over her cunt, then pushed two fingers inside anyway. “Fuck, she’s tight,” he muttered. “Bet Dad never fucked her like this.”
Mom struggled harder, but I held her wrists down with one hand and used the other to free my own cock. I pressed it against her mouth. “Open up, Mom. Suck it or we’ll make it worse.”
She clamped her lips shut, eyes wide with anger and something else.
Jake shoved his cock into her pussy in one rough thrust. She cried out, the sound muffled when I forced my dick between her lips. Her tongue was hot and wet as I started fucking her mouth, holding her head still.
Jake pounded her from behind, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen. Every thrust rocked her forward onto my cock. Drool ran down her chin. I reached under and pinched her clit, rubbing it in fast circles until her hips started jerking despite herself. Her pussy was getting slick around Jake’s cock now, making filthy squelching sounds.
“See? You’re getting wet for your sons,” Jake taunted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “You like being forced, don’t you?”
She made a choked sound around my dick, trying to shake her head, but her cunt clenched. I pulled out of her mouth long enough to slap her face lightly with my cock. “Answer him.”
“Fuck you,” she gasped, voice hoarse.
Jake laughed and pulled out, flipping her around so her back hit the counter. He lifted one of her legs onto his hip and slammed back inside her. I climbed onto the counter, straddling her chest, and shoved my cock back between her tits. I squeezed them together and fucked the soft valley while Jake drilled her pussy.
Mom’s protests turned into broken moans every time Jake hit deep. Her nipples were rock hard against my palms. I leaned down and spit on her chest for lube, then kept thrusting. Pre-cum smeared across her skin.
Jake’s breathing got ragged. “I’m gonna fill this cunt,” he warned. He slammed in hard and stayed there, pulsing as he came. Thick cum leaked out around his cock when he finally pulled back.
He didn’t give her time to recover. He spun her again, bent her over, and told me, “Your turn. Use her ass.”
I didn’t hesitate. I spread her cheeks, spit on her tight hole, and pushed two fingers in to open her. She bucked and cursed, but Jake held her down. When I lined my cock up and pushed inside her ass, she screamed into the counter. It was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. I worked in slow at first, then harder, fucking her ass while Jake reached under and fingered her cum-filled pussy.
Her body betrayed her. She started pushing back onto my cock, her moans turning desperate. Jake rubbed her clit fast until she came, her whole body shaking, ass clenching around me. That pushed me over. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping cum into her ass until it overflowed.
We didn’t stop there. We used the whole kitchen—fucking her on the table, against the fridge, on the floor. By the time we were done, cum was dripping down her thighs, her voice was raw from moaning, and she lay there panting, robe forgotten on the floor.
Jake wiped his cock on her thigh and smirked. “Same time tomorrow, Mom.”
She didn’t answer, but the way her legs stayed spread told us everything we needed to know.
