Gail took a deep breath. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. “I can try, of course, William,” Gail murmured to her son, hardly believing this could be happening, but of course, it was.
Simultaneously, they both grabbed one of her hands, carefully pulling her up to a sitting position, allowing William to slip around the back of her. As they moved her forward the washcloth fell with a plop into the soapy water.
Her eyes flew open and turning her attention to the left, she looked at her newest son, Bobby. He looked younger and sweeter than William with his soft, dimpled cheeks seeming to shine with unearthly innocence in the soft glow of the candles. His light brown hair was short and neatly trimmed, making him look younger as did his smaller stature.
Gail took another deep breath, still trying to calm her nerves, while basking in the warmth of the tub, and being surrounded by her two loving sons. She briefly thought of what must be resting under those soft bubbles– in between their legs– instantly making her pussy wet.
William put his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently, as he whispered in her ear, “We are going to give you a night that you shall never forget, Mommy.”
“Oh God, I can only imagine you are baby, but . . . you really are here . . . this . . . can’t be happening, but it is. I have so many questions.”
“Shhh, no questions, Mommy. Not now, maybe later but for now, you must just relax and go with the flow.
“Yeah so just lay back, relax, and let us pamper you,” Bobby told her in a soft whisper. “That is my birthday wish for you to relax and let us pamper you, Mommy.”
After a brief pause, where Gail considered all of her limited options, she determined the advice just given her was probably for the best. Relaxing her body, she leaned back against William as she whispered, “That is a wish easily granted, Bobby.”
William’s hands glided across her shoulders, kneading them softly, making it easy for her to keep her promise to relax.
She had just closed her eyes when Bobby spoke up in his adorably sweet little voice, “Mommy, can we wash you up . . . Please. We promise to do a real nice job.”
The question was asked with such sweet innocence how could she say no?
Any further thoughts of saying no was wiped clean when he quietly added, “You know you can’t say no as washing you up is part of our pampering you which you already agreed to let us do coz it’s my birthday wish.”
“I suppose the two of you washing up your mommy would be a nice way of pampering her so, yeah, go ahead boys . . . you can wash your mommy up.”
“OK, then lay your head back again, put the washcloth back in place over your eyes, and relax while we take care of you,” Bobby told her.
She obeyed, leaning fully back against William after draping the washcloth once more over her eyes.
They begin to wash their mother Bobby, from the front, and William from behind, sliding their dual washcloths all over, up and down her arms, her neck, her stomach, her thighs, and legs, and then finally, much to her fevered anticipation, both of their wash rags begin to converge on her chest.
First, Bobby washes up and down the soft valley of her breasts, while being extra careful, it seemed, to not touch either of tits. Meanwhile, William is running his rag over and around her breasts, coming oh so close, but not quite letting the washcloth slide up and onto them.
Gail exhales softly enjoying the attentions of the soapy rags coming oh so maddeningly close to her tits. It suddenly hits her why they are coming so close without quite getting there. They want an implicit invitation.
The two glasses of champagne left her devoid of any worries whatsoever, but more importantly, the fear once gripping her heart in their presence has now been replaced with . . . desire. Gail, impulsively, recklessly maybe, just then makes a firm and fateful decision as she swears a promise to herself: No half measures, she would go all in . . . for the balance of the night.
She made her voice as soft and soothing as possible as she extended what she felt would be a most welcome invitation to them.
“Oh, boys I think you are doing a rather poor job at washing your mommy’s chest . . . hmm don’t you think?”
This innocent little critical comment was all it took as she shut her eyes tighter while feeling the soapy wash rags being moved all over her tits, making Gail muse if maybe, somehow, she had died and this was heaven, such was the good feeling her two sons were giving her.
As the incredibly soft rags flicker over first one of her nipples, and then the other, making her quietly sigh, William reached around and, using both hands, cupped her nice tits.
Meanwhile, as his brother started to juggle his mom’s big tits up and down in his playful hands, Bobby elicited a deep hiss out of her when he flicked her nipples back and forth playfully with one finger.
Gail was loving the attention her two boys were giving her boobies, allowing it for a few precious seconds before her keen motherly instinct told her she must dial things back a bit. She doesn’t know how she knows, but she surely senses they are playing a game of sorts with her and they would prefer it if she didn’t give in so easily.
Yeah, predators always like a good chase before they enjoy their kill, she thought just before she tried to put an end to their fun and games.
After she straightened up, she pulled the washcloth off her face and then, adding a sharpness to her voice to let them know she was serious, she barked at them, “I think you boys are doing more playing than washing now.”
When they didn’t immediately response, but instead keep playing with her boobies, Gail swatted at both their hands before barking out again, even more forcefully this time, “Your mother said enough, boys!”
“Sorry, Mommy, your boobies are just so nice and big and firm . . . we couldn’t help ourselves.” It was Bobby’s soft, sweet voice apologizing for the combined misdeeds of the two of them.
“Well sorry guys play time is over,” Gail said using her best “stern Mommy” voice.
“Ahh, Mommy,” they cried out in perfect unison. “Can’t we play with them just a little bit more? Please, Mommy.”
She decided to continue to play coy with them . . . just to see how they might respond. “Hmm . . . I don’t know babies. I mean . . . aren’t you both a little old for such a thing . . . besides I don’t think it’s so proper at your advanced age to be playing with your mommy’s boobies.”
Her use of undeniable logic on them, induced a tag team response. Bobby, using his innocence like a lost little lamb, turned the full force of those innocent brown puppy dog eyes of his on her, whispering sweetly, “”Please, Mommy can’t we play with them just for a little bit more huh? We promise to be nice and gentle. Pretty please.”
Bobby, to Gail’s practiced ears, seemed highly skilled at the art of begging as he tugged on her heart strings. Adding in his two cents, William brought his mouth to her ear, “Yeah Mommy, pretty please let us play . . . just a little bit longer. Pretty please . . . with sugar on top. We both want to so badly.”