Becoming Free-use

I told him to go get Steven, who was working in the basement, as I set the table, and we had a lovely dinner. To this day, I can't say what it was, but I was suddenly having the best day of my life. Steven did his best to tease me during dinner, placing his hand on my thigh, making innuendos every now and then, but nothing got to me. I just smiled, happy to have two of the men in my life by my side.

******

After dinner, Josh and Steven volunteered to do the dishes, so we decided that I'd go upstairs and take a long, relaxing bath while they finished clearing the kitchen. Thinking that Steven was bound to cave in pretty soon, I decided to skip the bra, and put on a t-shirt and pajama pants after toweling off after the bath.

As I came downstairs, Steven and Josh had picked the movie for the evening, and we took our usual places on the couch, Steven and Josh on either end, with me in the middle, resting my back against Steven, his arm around me.

As we scrolled through our streaming services to find something to watch, Josh browsed past that same series we had watched the day before. He paused, and as I looked over at him, he had a look as if suddenly remembering something, and then smiled wide as he turned his head to look at me.

"Say, mom," he said in a confident voice. "Last night you were saved by the bell, but I still wanna know. Did you really ditch your date at that party? You know, when you met dad for the first time?" Josh asked, and I swallowed hard. My mind raced, wondering how much I was prepared to tell him.

As a quick sidenote, Steven and I have had a really strong connection, for many years. It's come to the point where if I look into his eyes, it's almost as if we can speak telepathically.

As I wondered how much I should actually tell my son about that first meeting, I turned my head to look back at Steven. Steven's eyes looked into mine, and I could almost hear his voice, telling me to go ahead, and be completely honest. I raised an eyebrow, as if asking him if he really meant that, and Steven nodded in reply.

"Hey guys," Josh interrupted. "Are you doing that speaking without words thing again?" he asked, and I giggled. Growing up, Steven and I had used our connection to speak about surprise parties, birthday presents, and several other things that we didn't want Josh to know about beforehand, which had infuriated our inquisitive son. I took a deep breath, and turned back to Josh, knowing that what I was about to tell him might mess up our relationship forever. We had always preached honesty and openness to him though, and I guess it was about to bite us in the ass.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this, but have you heard of the term free-use?" I asked Josh, barely able to keep my voice steady. As much as Steven and I talked openly about our thoughts and feelings, we had never discussed how much we should tell Josh about our sex-life.

Josh seemed to nod at first, but as the implication of the question became clear to him, his eyes opened wide, and he just looked at me, dumbfounded.

"You see son," Steven said, breaking the silence that followed. "All the women at that party were essentially free for any man to... Have fun with," he added, and even though he spoke softly and confidently, I heard the nervousness in Steven's tone as well. Clearly he was just as nervous as I was about sharing this information with Josh. Nevertheless, Josh had asked to peek into the proverbial Pandora's box, and now the cat was out of the bag. I might be mixing up my metaphors, but I think you understand.

Josh sat silent for the longest moment. It might only have been a few seconds, but in that moment it felt like an eternity, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I was fully prepared for Josh to storm out of the room, or yell at us for our reckless behavior.

"Holy crap, mom. You really were a slut," Josh said eventually, his reaction the surprise of a lifetime. He began to smile, and I let out a silent sigh of relief. In fact, even though I didn't want to admit it, hearing Josh call me a slut, sent a tingle of arousal down my spine. Josh blushed, realizing what he had just said, and I could see definite signs of arousal in him as well. I didn't quite know what to say, and the silence in the room made the tension all the more palpable.

"I... I need to use the bathroom," Josh said nervously, perhaps sensing the tension, before getting up. "You guys pick a movie while I pee," he added, before leaving the room.

"I think Josh likes the thought of his mother as a free-use slut," Steven said soon after, echoing my own thoughts, and I couldn't help but think back to yesterday, seeing the bulge in Josh's pants. He barely finished the sentence, before moving his hand to my breast, giving it a loving squeeze. I bit my lower lip, as all the pent up frustration came back, the tingling sensation between my legs coming back with a vengeance.

I didn't need to look at Steven to know he was smiling from ear to ear. He knew how horny I was, and even if he hadn't known, my stiff nipples were clearly visible through my t-shirt.

"You think so?" I asked, still wondering to myself if the thought of josh fucking me turned him on, or if he was teasing me, in order to win our bet.

"You must have seen the hard-on he was sporting as he left, just now?" Steven said, chuckling, betraying nothing as to his motives for staying on the subject.

"Yeah, but still," I said, thinking out loud, pretending not to notice Steven's attention to my large, soft breasts. "It's one thing to have a thing for an older woman, but it's a whole other thing to stick your cock in your mommy's pussy", I added before I could stop myself, inadvertently letting Steven know I was thinking the same thing as him. To be completely honest though, a part of me knew I should let Josh develop his sexuality, independently of his mother, but that part was growing fainter and fainter. The kinkier, naughtier part of me couldn't help but wonder what Josh's cock would taste like.

"Don't sell yourself short, baby," Steven said softly, stepping up his teasing by pinching my left nipple. To this day I'm proud that I managed to keep myself from moaning, despite how horny I was. To be honest, if Steven would have asked, I would have jumped him, then and there. Regardless of the fact that Josh would be coming back any minute. Heck, in that moment, any cock would have been good enough.

"You could always put out a discreet feeler," Steve added after a moment. I was about to ask what he meant, when he added "tell him who your date was. Then you'll know his feelings on incest, without putting him on the spot". Normally I would have told him he was crazy. Even though Josh legally was an adult, I would have thought him to be far too young to learn more about the debauched part of his mother's life. That evening, I wasn't thinking clearly though. Due to the frustration stemming from the bet with Steven, and his constant touching, I rationalized that Josh had reacted pretty maturely to hearing about his mother being free-use at a party. Maybe hearing that his mother indulged in incest wouldn't scar him for life? After all, he was a young man, and guys his age were full of hormones. Was I trying to project some hidden shame onto my son?

I wanted to be angry at Steven. He clearly read my arousal, and was taking full advantage. He didn't even take his hand away from my breast when Josh eventually returned. I could see Josh noticing what his father was doing, and the strain it took for him to keep his eyes away from it.

In my opinion Steven and I had pushed our luck to the breaking point, by telling our son what a wanton slut his mother had been back in the day. Of course, not much had changed since then, but I was pretty sure Josh didn't need to know that. Then again, what if he did? What if he knew I had been thinking about his lovely cock pounding the living daylights out of me?

No!

Stop!

New topic, please..

Steven however wasn't ready to let it go, and again I could almost hear the wicked grin in his voice.

"So, son. Where were we?" Steven said, casually. "Oh, that's right. The party," he added, and chuckled, no doubt thinking back to how our first meeting ended, with me on my back, my brother and future husband both jerking off, unloading on my face, pretty much at the same time.

Me on the other hand were running through a mix of emotions as I just sat there. I tried my best to not think too much on what happened at the party, as it would only fuel my already burning lust. If I hadn't been so horny, I would have scolded Steven. It must be excruciatingly embarrassing for a son to have his parents talk so openly about sex. I'm sure his trip to the bathroom was to relieve himself, and now Steven was bringing it up again. Poor Josh. I looked at Josh, and to my surprise, he was smiling. From ear to ear. What was going on here?

"Oh, yeah," Josh said, as if suddenly remembering something. "Your date. He must have been quite a guy, to bring a woman to such an event," he added. Not only was Josh's smile infectious, but I was suddenly remembering all those moments I shared with my brother, and my smile widened.

"He was," I said, fighting down the sadness I felt, at not being able to see him anymore. Don't worry, I'll get back to that part later.

"Who was he again?" Steven asked suddenly. It appeared he was forcing this issue, and I took a deep breath, looking deep into Josh's eyes. This was it. I knew this could make or break the relationship with my son. The rational part of my mind though, telling me that a son shouldn't know just how wicked his mother really is, was a faint whisper. Steven's hand on my breast, and my own sex addled brain had done its work, and if I was being honest, I wanted to see Josh's reaction to what I was about to say.

"Well, this isn't the easiest thing to admit, sweetie," I said, speaking softly. Josh looked deep into my eyes, and I could see I had his full attention. It was bordering on comical how intently he was listening to my voice.

"You actually know him. It's your uncle Adam," I said after a moments silence. I held my breath, trying to look for any sign from Josh as to how he was reacting to this revelation. To my intense relief, at least he didn't explode in rage.

He just sat there. It might only have been a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity, and I could feel my nervous heartbeat thundering in my chest.

Suddenly I caught Josh stealing a quick glance at my breasts again, and I fought down the urge to smile, knowing I had my son back with me. He actually started to blush, though I'm not sure if it's because he knew I caught him glancing at his mother's impressive mammaries, or if he was actually imagining me and Adam together.

Josh recovered quickly though, and looked back up at me. I almost laughed, partly from relief, as I saw that confident grin Josh always had when he was pretending to be casual about something pretty huge.

"Uncle Adam, you say?" Josh asked, the grin never leaving his face. "Well, I guess he does have a rugged charm, and I could see women falling for it," he added. To this day I'm proud of how calm I managed to remain, merely smiling at my precious son, as he so casually accepted hearing that his mother had committed incest. I opened my mouth to speak, but Josh continued before I could even come up with something to say.

"So, you and uncle Adam were dating?" Josh asked, again so casually I began to think that Josh might be more accepting of incest than I had imagined. The naughtier parts of my mind, perhaps driven on by Steven's constant groping hands, began to think that maybe this wasn't the first time Josh's thoughts had been on the subject of his mother's sexuality. I swallowed hard to keep my voice from cracking, as I replied.

"We dated as often as circumstances allowed us to," I said, and Josh's face told me he understood how two siblings dating would be complicated. "Eventually Adam met Sophie, and Sophie pretty much put an end to me and Adam hanging out. I think she was jealous of how close we were, and I didn't want to risk Adam's relationship with her, so I ended the affair," I said, speaking softly. It still stung a little, and I fought back the tear that threatened to form in the corner of my eye.

Steven knew the whole story from before, and respectfully stopped teasing my breasts. It was totally new to Josh though, and he sat in silence for a moment, absorbing what his mother had just confessed to him.

In a strange way, it felt good to open myself up to Josh, to let him know about my innermost feelings, and even though we had always been close, I never felt closer to him than in that moment. I almost wanted to reach out, and caress his cheek. In fact, I was about to, when his confident smile returned.

Oh, no.

Again, Josh's apparent interest in my sex-life was both an embarrassment, but also extremely arousing.

"Soo... You dated both uncle Adam? And dad? At the same time?" Josh asked. Normally, I think most people would interpret the question as Josh asking me if I went on dates with Adam, and dates with Steven. I wasn't in a normal state however.

"Yes, sometimes I dated them both at the same time," I said before I could stop myself. I don't think there was any doubt as to what that implied, and even in my hyper-aroused state I wondered if I had said too much. I looked at Josh, and even though I could see definite signs of arousal in his face as well, he took my reply with surprising calm.

"But you never hooked up with him, after he started dating Sophie?" Josh asked, and now it was my turn to blush. Steven was still caressing my breast, but had moved his hand under my shirt. He was openly kneading it, leaving no doubt to Josh's mind as to what was going on.

"I did meet up with him one last time, but that was years ago now," I said, before turning my head back to Steven. Once more I managed to contact him without speaking. What I was about to say was definitely something that Josh shouldn't hear, but Steven just grinned as he leaned his head, so I could look into his eyes.

"I seriously need you to let go, baby," my eyes told Steven. It felt like my entire body was shivering with arousal, and that the only thing that could make me sane again was to have Steven's cock, or any cock for that matter, inside me, fucking me hard and senseless. It surely didn't help feeling Steven's rock hard cock poking me in the back. "I'm so horny I'm about to throw myself at Josh, unless we calm things down," I added, to emphasize my point.

Thankfully Steven got the message, and stopped caressing my breast, though he kept his hand just below the large bulge in my shirt, and I took a deep breath, my mind racing trying to find something else to talk about, to keep me from jumping either of the handsome men sitting on the couch with me. Eventually I remembered that winter was fast approaching, and managed to smile at Josh.

"Anyway, sweetie," I said to Josh, struggling to keep my voice even. "Christmas is right around the corner. What do you wish for this year?" I asked, breathing slowly, trying to look calm, but probably failing. I thought I saw a flicker of recognition in Josh's eyes though, as if he understood that I needed to change the topic. Since he held my gaze, I wasn't able to glance down at his crotch, but from the look in his eyes, I'd guess he was aroused as well, and happy to talk about something else for a moment.

"Now that you mention it," Josh said, his eyes gleaming, as they always did when we were on the topic of him getting presents. I swear, in some regards, he's still a 5 years old boy. The look in his eyes made me smile, and warmed my heart. For a moment, we were just a mother and son again, talking about innocent topics, like a mother and son should. "There's a sequel to this game I'm playing. It'll be released in a day or two. I'll send you a link to where you can download it," he continued enthusiastically. Then suddenly, he started to blush again, covering his crotch with his hands.

"Anyway... I... I think I need to go back to my room... to play my game," Josh said hurriedly. I'm not really sure what happened to him, and I just sat there. I nodded to him, as he mumbled his good night, before quickly getting up. I might have been mistaken, but I thought I saw a quite impressive bulge in his pants as he stood up. The sight took me by surprise, and brought back all those thoughts I'd had all evening. In a split second, my body began to tingle again, and I decided I'd had enough.

******

As soon as Josh had left the room, I sat back up on the couch, and turned to Steven, who sat there, silently smiling, wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt. I knew I was seconds away from tearing his clothes off, giving myself to him, as countless times before.

"Listen, honey," I said, my voice trembling. "I don't care about our bet anymore. You win. I need you, so bad," I added, reaching down and grabbing the hem on my shirt. I was about to lift it up and over my head, so Steven could have free access to my breasts, when he leaned forward, still smiling as he held my hands still, keeping me from taking my shirt off.

"Not yet, baby," he said calmly. "I want you to go upstairs to our bedroom, take your clothes off, and then take the blindfold from your night stand and come back down here," Steven continued. This would certainly not be the first time that he told me what to do, or that we used a blindfold. He knew both of those things were extremely arousing to me. I grinned, seeing the look in his eyes. Steven wanted me to be so turned on that I'd almost implode, before he granted me release. The orgasms I got when he teased me like that were always mind numbing, and this time I didn't even stop to consider that the level or arousal I had reached already, meant that I would be loud. Like, waking the neighbors type of loud. I smiled back at Steven, and nodded eagerly.

"Good girl," he said, with a wicked smile on his face.

"I'll see you soon then," I said, grinning to myself as I stood up, and walked upstairs.

Finally I would be rid of this frustration that had driven me to the brink of madness.

As I came closer to our bedroom, I walked past Josh's room. I noticed his door was open. Just a smidge, but still open enough for me to hear the slightest whisper of a moaning sound emanating from his room. Was he masturbating? Given what had just been revealed to him, I'm guessing it would be no surprise. A mother can tell when her son needs to go relieve himself, after all. What was his cock like? I knew I'd never get to taste it, or feel it inside me, but maybe I could just sneak a peek inside his room? Just to get a quick look at what he was working with? Isn't it a mother's privilege to walk in on her son, as he jerks off, at least once?

I had walked up to his door, and even put my hand on the knob, before I managed to stop myself. If it took too long, Steven would come looking for me. I didn't stop myself out of some sense of morality, thinking how Steven might react to me walking in on our son naked, in fact, I'm willing to bet Steven would only smile, and he would no doubt encourage whatever would be happening to continue along its course.

No, I stopped myself, because I didn't want to wait any longer, not even to get a glimpse of Josh's cock. I needed Steven to fuck me, as soon as humanly possible, so I let go of Josh's door knob, and continued walking to the bedroom I shared with Steven. When I'm as aroused as I was in that moment, I tend to get pretty loud during sex, so there was no doubt in my mind that Josh would hear me when Steven fucked me, even with the distance to our living room. I didn't mind it for one bit though, in fact, the idea of Josh hearing me scream in pleasure made me grin. Would he jerk off to the sound of his mother cumming? Probably. My only regret was not being able to watch him at the same time at Steven rammed his hard cock inside me. I made a mental note to drive Steven insane with lust some time soon, to make him horny enough to ask him if he'd want Josh to watch us. I guess I had decided that involving Josh more in our sex-life wouldn't scar him. Considering how blatant Steven had been on the couch with his groping, I deduced that he had come to the same conclusion.