Gail had been blessed with a pair of over sensitive nipples making having them played with just the right way a real weakness for her. A weakness actually bordering on being pathetic of having her nipples being delicately played with so tenderly. This was something both of her boys seemed to understand–much to her utter delight.
She struggled against the thin strand of washcloth binding her hands under the water which only made her sizable tits bounce up and down all the more. Opening her eyes, she saw both of them staring ravenously at her bouncing breasts.
Being quite helpless caused Gail to feel more desirous for their attentions. They seem to know her secret passion–never spoken aloud to anyone, but always there- of wanting to be dominated sexually.
“Let’s get them nice and soapy again huh Bobby,” William told his brother. “You know . . . for later.”
Both of them soaped up their wash cloths before taking an excessive amount of time washing her tits. The soft rags, sliding so slowly in small circles all over her breasts, along with the way they are co-mingling a plentiful amount of quick squeezes during the “washing process” was driving her mad with intense longing.
Her desire only grew when Bobby stood up. He may have been small in stature, while possessing the cutest and most adorable baby face, but there was nothing at all innocent or childlike about what hung between his legs.
Gail let out a small gasp when she spied his fully erect member. Jesus he must be a good eight inches, she murmured to herself. When he took a small step forward she finally realized why they wanted her tits to be nice and soapy.
William brought his mouth to her ear whispering harshly, “He really wants to fuck the shit out of your tits mommy but he is a shy little virgin. You need to encourage him. Do it now!”
It was not a suggestion to be followed or ignored as she saw fit, but instead a command. Gail knew this just by the tone of his voice.
Dropping her voice to a seductive whisper, Gail said, “You wanna fuck mommy’s boobies’ sweetheart. Do you huh?” She shook her chest, making her generous breasts bounce up and down as he took another small step forward this time just enough to have his throbbing erection come in contact with her breasts.
“C’mon baby don’t be shy,” she cooed to him. “You can fuck em if you want.”
William pushed her slightly forward, causing her tits to bounce up against Bobby’s cock. Once more, she made her voice sweet as she whispered some more encouragement to him. “Go on baby. Slide that nice hard cock of yours in between your mother’s big boobies.”
Bobby reached out, gripping her shoulders, he pushed his cock in between her tits, just as William used his hands to squeeze her tits together around his brother’s cock, making a nice tunnel of soapy tit flesh for him to fuck.
It started slowly at first–like a train leaving the station- as Bobby thrusted his hips forward, and then back, his cock sliding easily up and down her soapy tits.
“Oh that’s it honey. Fuck your mommy’s tits,” Gail whispered to him softly while helping the cause by moving her chest up and down falling in rhythm with his thrusts.
As his brother’s thrusts became harder and more urgent, Gail finally lost all sense of her motherly decorum. “Oh God baby, that’s it, fuck em harder. Cum all over them. Please.”
Bobby responded by slamming his cock again and again in between her soapy hills until finally on the third thrust he let out a small whimper.
Gail looked down at her chest just in time to see the head of his cock pop out from in between her tits and erupt in a geyser of cum.
Smiling at him, she sank back against William who was whispering in her ear, “Oh that was perfect, just perfect, Mother.”
“Sorry Mommy, I made a mess all over your boobies,” Bobby told her sweetly as he settled back in the tub.
“Yes you did baby. And since your brother had a hand, or two, in making that mess you two better clean your mess up.”
She watched as they both grabbed a pitcher filling them up with what she prayed to be warm water. She let out a sigh of relief; the water was perfectly warm without being hot. They carefully dump the contents of their respective pitchers all over her chest, giggling as they watched the cum sticking to her chest being washed away.
Gail squirmed, leaning back in the tub on her hands, William had finally undone the strip of cloth binding her wrists, thrusting her boobs upwards in a welcoming gesture to the warmth of the water.
They apparently were determined to do a real good job as they both re-filled their respective pitchers before patiently dumping two separate streams of water directly on each of her nipples simultaneously, making Gail fidget and squirm.
She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against William’s shoulder never wanting it to end. But, of course, it must. As the last of the water, no magic this time, spilled out onto her chest, Gail felt almost disappointed, and also curious as to what their reaction might be when she sternly announced, “OK boys playtime in the tub is over. It’s time to get out.”
They both begin to whine for “more playtime” while turning their sad puppy dog eyes upon her. Gail sighed. Their pathetic whining, combined with the forlorn looks on both of their faces, was just enough to give her pause.
They both fell silent as Gail considered if she should give them some more playtime.
“OK, fine,” Bobby finally said before standing up. “I guess playtime with Mommy in the tub is finally over.”
William, on the other hand, remained sitting, a look of stern resolve on his handsome face, before he told her, “Why are you so anxious to get out of the tub. I thought you missed us.”
“Of course I have missed you both. Terribly, but . . . Well . . . I . . . it’s just–”
William cut her off now as he snapped, “And if you did us so much, Mother, why didn’t you get us anything upon our return?”
“Yeah, Bobby,” chimed in. “You didn’t get us any kind of presents or anything to welcome us back.”
“I would have but, I mean . . . I didn’t know you were coming to visit me and since you just sort of showed up, unexpectedly I mean, I really didn’t, of course, have time to go pick anything out for either of you . . . Or I would have.”
“I know what you can give us, Mommy,” Bobby told us as he plopped back down in the tub.
She felt the hard glare of William from behind as he announced, “Forget it Bobby. Let’s go, she doesn’t want to give us anything. Like she said . . . ‘playtime is over’ so let’s just go.”
Gail was starting to panic. They were both beginning to fade away to nothing before her very eyes. Without thinking, desperate for them to stay she cried out, “Wait, don’t go . . . It just occurred to me maybe I have a nice present to give the two of you.”
She smiled warmly at the wavering figure of William. The wavering stopped as he became whole again in a mere instant. The previous hard glare on his utterly handsome face was now replaced with something akin to childlike anticipation. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as his eyes seemed to twinkle in the soft glow of the candles. Grabbing her towel, she scooted away from them and to her right. After adjusting her towel back in place, she leaned back with a sly smile on her face–while parting her thighs in a welcoming gesture.