Trophy Mom

"Ah yes, Chuck. How could I get you two mixed up."

Joan ran a hand through her auburn hair, cut just below her ears. Her pale gray eyes sparkled as she gave Chet a winning smile.

Chet, Joan noticed, was about the age of her sons, Eric and Ethan. The fact that he was a handsome young black man was even more enticing to her, never having had sex with a black man before.

Joan realized that she was about to seriously start flirting with Chet, but stopped herself in time. It's just the drug still working, she told herself. Still, she couldn't help but give him another big smile as she said goodnight.

As she was clacking across the marble floor in her high heels on her way to the front door, realizing that she was naked under her skirt, she couldn't help letting her hips swing more sexily than she normally would have, hoping Chet was watching her.

Chet was definitely watching her, closely, as she walked away from him. He appreciated the play of her firm buttocks in her tight skirt. He appreciated the lovely curve of her toned calves. He knew she was forty-five, old enough to be his mother. But so what? Dr. Kolar was a short but curvaceous woman, altogether a very tidy and hot package of a mature woman. He would have been happy to fuck her.

Had she been flirting with him, he wondered? His cock must have thought so. It was already more than half hard.

As Joan reached the front doors, Chet pushed the button to release the lock. Joan pushed through the buzzing door then turned to give Chet another big smile and wave goodbye.

"Damn!" Chet said out loud. "I'd really like to get into that." And then he sighed, knowing that it would never happen. He reached down to his groin and gave his "bad boy," a firm squeeze.

"Go back to sleep big fella, there ain't gonna be no action tonight," he said quietly out loud. At least not until he got back to his apartment and masturbated while fantasizing about Dr. Kolar he told himself.

"Whew!" Joan felt like she was on the horns of a dilemma. She had somehow miscalculated the proper dosage of the new drug and was acting inappropriately. At the same time, she was loving the totally raw sexual feeling it was giving her. It made her feel so alive and sexy and ready for anything sexual. It was an exciting and giddy-making feeling.

She also hoped that she hadn't miscalculated the duration of the effect of the drug. She should only have five to six more hours before she was back to normal. At least, she hoped it wouldn't be any longer than that, no matter how good she was feeling now.

Joan would have been home in half an hour if there hadn't been a major accident on the freeway. After fifteen minutes, just before coming to a complete stop due to the accident, she began feeling that familiar warm feeling in her pelvic region again, the one that precedes full sexual arousal. The drug was definitely still working on her. But of course it would be she realized.

By the time traffic got moving again—stop and go, stop and go for nearly twenty minutes—Joan was squeezing her thighs together rhythmically, she could feel sexual wetness in her vagina once more and her nipples were hard again. She wanted to reach between her legs and rub herself. She also wanted to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples.

Oh God, she thought, I'm so horny. I don't know how I miscalculated the dosage, but at least I know this drug definitely works.

All she wanted to do was get home, get naked, get her fat dildo out of the bedside stand and fuck herself. Oh yes! She thought as she finally approached her exit, I want to feel that dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. God, I'm so hot! And the image of herself fucking her pussy with her dildo wouldn't go away. It mingled with the image of fucking herself with the big aluminum flashlight. Joan was having a hard time concentrating on driving.

As she pulled up behind a car at a light that had just turned red, Joan maneuvered her skirt up and reached between her legs to rub her fingertips up and down her pussy. Gasping as just how good it felt, she closed her eyes and rubbed even harder, up and down, up and down, against her clitoris.

A car honked behind her. Joan looked up to see the light had turned green and the car in front of her was nearly across the intersection. She straightened up and started moving to more honks. Five minutes later she pulled into her garage.

What the hell is going on, she wondered? This drug was affecting her more than she could have imagined. Again, she thought, I couldn't have miscalculated that much. I know my chemistry and my math.

Joan got out of her car, closed the garage door, and went into the house through the laundry room and into the kitchen. After putting her purse down on the counter she headed for her bedroom, but almost immediately turned around to grab her panty hose and panties out of her purse.

Her boys, Eric and Ethan were off packing up Eric's apartment and putting his furniture in storage. Eric, aged twenty-five, was moving back in, temporarily. With his degree in construction engineering he had gotten a good job with an interstate construction firm with a branch office located in their city. But, with the economic downturn affecting the whole country the company had had to lay off some employees. Eric, one of the newest, was let go but with a reasonable severance package.

At first Joan thought that her son might be depressed, but he just laughed and said, "Better now than if I had been married with children and a mortgage. It might be tough going for a while but I'll find another job." And then he laughed again, "Even if I have to flip burgers at McDonalds."

Joan didn't mind her son moving back in. She loved both of her sons so very much. She had raised them by herself ever since their father, an oncologist, had divorced her ten years ago and married a younger woman, a trophy wife. Her boys had rallied to her defense and had been good at keeping her spirits up until she recovered from the emotional shock and got her emotional self back into good working order.

Her youngest son, Ethan, was in his last year at the university. He was majoring in Western History and wanted to be a teacher.

In the bedroom, Joan stripped off the rest of her clothes, letting them lie where they fell and went in the bathroom to start the shower. It was her habit to shower upon coming home from work. But today she felt she really needed it. Her pussy, thighs, and the crack of her ass were sticky from all her vaginal juices that her body had secreted while masturbating in her office and in the car. Then, with a fresh, clean body, she was going to fuck herself with her fat dildo and come again... maybe even more than once.

Just before she got into the shower, Joan heard a knock at her bedroom door.

"Mom," Eric asked as he opened the door and called out. "You in there?"

"Yeah, sweetie. What's up?"

Ethan and I are hot and sweaty and were going to go jump in the pool and cool off, then have a couple of beers," he said as he walked into his mother's bedroom and stood in the doorway to her bathroom.

This didn't bother Joan. Nudity was not a problem in their house. The boys were used to seeing their mother naked and she was used to seeing them naked, too. She had explained to them years ago that there is nothing wrong or shameful about the nude body.

Eric's eyes quickly took in the lovely sight of his naked mother... and her closely trimmed pubic hair. He didn't realize that he was inhaling the pheromone copulance that his mother was giving off in large amounts.

His cock was starting to get hard as he was talking to his mother and, for the first time in his life, he was seriously wishing that she wasn't his mother. Of course, he knew his mother was a sexually attractive woman and, as a hormonally raging teenager, he had had some passing fantasies about her, albeit, with some feelings of guilt. He had gotten over that he thought but now, as a man in his mid-twenties, he was clearly seeing his mother as a sexually desirable women once again.

"We'll be au natural," he continued. He swallowed dryly, "And, seeing as how you're already naked, you could join us, if you want."

Joan's house was at the top of a hill. All the other properties were lower than hers. Well, any that could see into her backyard over or through the privacy bushes that enclosed her backyard on three sides. Nudity around the pool was the norm with Joan and her two sons. They even had parties with other nudity tolerant friends from time-to-time.

"I'd give you a hug... ," and here he pretended like he would, and secretly really wanting to.

Joan could see that his dust-smudged, sweat-soaked T-shirt was clinging to his hard, muscular body. She stepped back. "Don't you dare, young man," she said. But she was laughing.

Looking at her son—actually at his handsome face and lean, muscular body—and being in a state of high sexual arousal. Her mind flashed to an image of her legs spread wide open and Eric on top of her, his hips between her legs, his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. Before she could put that thought out of her mind she spoke up.

"Yeah. Sure sweetie. I'd love to come for a swim with you and Ethan."

"Okay, sweetie," Eric said, mimicking his mother. Then he bent forward to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh my!" Joan said out loud after her son had left to join his brother in the swimming pool. She realized that the scent of his sweaty male body had enhanced her sexual arousal. It was a very strong, male scent. She stood there, inhaling deeply, feeling the heat throbbing through her pussy.

"I shouldn't do this," she told herself. But she was so horny and masturbation, while good, just wasn't good enough if she could avail herself of a willing male... or two.

"They're my sons", she told herself out loud, "how could I even think about having sex with them?" But another voice, deep inside her sex-crazed brain answered with a "So what? They're men. Good-looking, handsome young men."

But it was more than their physical attractiveness. Her sons were good boys. Hard working, honest, and reliable. She knew that raising children without a father would be hard, but she never gave in again to the feelings of despair and anger that she had first felt when her husband had left her... and the boys. She always presented a strong, positive side of life. She knew, from observing some of their friends that her sons were more mature for their age than the average young man.

Neither of her sons were teenagers anymore. But when they had been they hadn't acted like so many teen-aged boys their age. And both of them had worked—not that they needed too—at paper routes or mowing lawns or any other job opportunity that came their way.

Yes, her sons were handsome young men, but the real root of their attractiveness came from the core of their being, the good, right-thinking young men that they were: Honest, hard-working, tolerant, logical, good-natured, friendly, caring, and always willing to help.

Joan loved her sons for the good boys they were, but now... now she was feeling something different for them. The aphrodisiac she had taken was making her see them in a strongly physical sexual light. Yes they were good young men, but they were also strong, handsome, muscular young men and her body was overriding the part of her mind that was saying this is wrong. Her body wanted to be dominated and penetrated by these two young men, her sons. She wanted them to fuck her and fuck her a lot.

Joan looked into the large bathroom mirror and saw a mature, but still very attractive women looking back at her. She watched herself as she reached down to her sticky, wet pussy and pinch the top of her labia together over her clitoris and squeeze hard. She shivered with pleasure and wanted more. She gave her image a wicked grin.

* * * * *

Hey, Ethan," Eric said after stripping off, diving into the pool and coming up for air. "This is going to sound kind of strange but have you, you know, ever thought of Mom in... well, in a sexual way?

Ethan looked at his older brother and furrowed his brow. What is he up to, he asked himself.

"No, really," Eric said, seeing his brother's look. I just talked to Mom in her bathroom. She was getting ready to get into the shower, but I invited her to join us in the pool. She was naked, but it's not like we've never seen her naked before. But I got this feeling... . I don't know how to tell you. And, Ethan, I'll admit that I've kind of, sometimes, thought of Mom in a, uh... ." He was embarrassed admitting this to his little brother. "Well, I've kind of thought about her and sex and... ." He trailed off.

"Okay, big brother," Ethan said with a smile. "I'll let you off the hook. Yeah, I think Mom, as a Mom and a, you know, older woman is pretty hot. And, if you're saying that sometimes...sometimes you might have thought of her in a, uh, graphic sexual way, then, yeah, so have I."

Eric grinned. "Yeah, thanks, Ethan. But right now... . I mean when I was in talking to Mom... . I don't know what it was but, seriously, my dick was getting hard. That's never happened before."

"Dude!" Ethan said, "You're a total pervert." But he was grinning as he said it. Then he splashed water in Eric's face and dove under and swam away. When he came up he saw their mother come out onto the patio.

"Hey, Mom," Ethan called out, "come on in. The water's fine." He said it in a quavering voice, mimicking someone who had jumped into a pool of cold water and was trying to entice another person to do the same. It was an old joke of theirs.

Joan smiled, dropped her towel on a chaise lounge, then walked up to the edge of the pool and dived in.

Considering what they had just been talking about, both young men closely watched the toned and tidy figure of their mother as she dived into the pool and swimming under water. When she came up, she rolled over on to her back and did a few backstrokes. Her lovely breasts, with erect nipples, were plainly projecting above the water and, even though she was their mother, both boys couldn't help but appreciate them.

Eric and Ethan were standing together in about three feet of water and Joan was in the deep end. She turned over and kicked off the end of the pool and swam towards them underwater. When she got to them she reached out put a hand behind Eric's left thigh, just above the knee and Ethan's right thigh, also just above the knee, and pulled herself up to stand right in front of them.

Joan gave her sons a dazzling smile as water streamed off her tanned body. Then she raised her hands to her head to slick back her auburn hair from her face. In doing so, she presented her sons with her upraised breasts and hard nipples, made more firm and hard from the cool water of the pool. She looked gorgeous to both Eric and Ethan and they both realized what a sexy woman their mother truly was. They also realized that their cocks, the bases of which were just a couple of inched under water, were reacting to her but it was too late to do anything.

She gave each of her sons a wicked smile as she plunged her hands down into the water and took hold of their cocks.

Both cocks were partially erect and Joan, in her drug-induced sexual arousal, took that as a sign.

"Aha!" She exclaimed.

Both Eric and Ethan were surprised and shocked that their mother had grabbed—and was now squeezing—their cocks.

"One would think," Joan said, "that you would be rather shriveled up in this cool water. But no! You're half hard. You guys wouldn't be having sexual thoughts about your mother, would you?" Her gray eyes sparkled with humor and lust and she gave her sons another wicked smile.

"Uh, Mom!" Eric began. But his mother stopped squeezing and began stroking his cock, as well as Ethan's.

The boys gave each other a look that really communicated nothing because they were, swimming pool aside, in uncharted waters. It was quite obvious to them that their mother had a hold on their cocks and was manipulating them. And, although it was a bit embarrassing, it wasn't unpleasant to either of them. It was making their cocks even harder. They both knew that if their mother had been someone else's mother they wouldn't have had a problem having sex with such an attractive "older" woman.

The subconscious mind of their most primitive base brain, of course, didn't really differentiate between their mother and other mothers regardless of what their conscious, civilized mind thought. Ergo, their cocks were getting harder and harder the longer their mother squeezed and stroked them.

The late evening sun was behind Eric and Ethan and, given the immediate circumstances, they both liked what they saw.

With their mother's wet auburn hair slicked back and her neat little ears exposed with their diamond studs in them; with her water proof mascara holding up well and enhancing her beautiful eyes; with the light sprinkle of freckles across her nose highlighted by the late evening sunlight; with the few light lines around her eyes that were inevitable with aging but in no way detracted from her natural good looks; and with sparkling drops of water standing out on her face, her shoulders, and her breasts—her breasts with their small, dark areolas and large, erect nipples—she was a vision of MILF loveliness. The only problem they had was that this MILF was their mother.

"Boys," Joan said with a seductive smile, "I'm going to give it to you direct. I'm horny. I'm so horny that I'm having a hard time thinking straight. I want to fuck. I want to feel a hard male body on top of me... and in me." She paused feeling their cocks throb in her hand. She gave them a seductive smile. And, I want to suck on a hard cock while my pussy is being fucked.

A small part of Joan's lust-crazed mind was screaming, "No, you can't do this!" Her over-stimulated libido quickly shoved that voice into a closet and locked the door.

"I know you're my sons," Joan continued. "Right now I don't care. We're all adults here. We can decide to do what we want. Right? Consenting adults and all?"

"Yeah, but Mom... ." Ethan began.

"Uh-uhn!" Joan said. "There are no 'buts'. I'm holding your cocks in my hands and in the last two minutes they have gone from partially hard to fully hard. You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you Ethan?

Joan released both cocks and brought her hands up out of the water to Ethan's face and pulled him down for a very un-motherly kiss.

Joan had been standing close in front of her son's long enough—even though wet—for the pheromone, copulance her body was still giving off to reach her sons. Ethan's nose—and then his brain—detected it and reacted. The male reaction to copulance is to create more free testosterone some of which is released into his saliva. When Joan kissed Ethan, sliding her tongue over his and mixing their saliva, her tongue was picking up that testosterone which, even in women stimulates certain parts of the brain that releases dopamine—the feel good chemical—that makes us want more. In short, the spike in testosterone that the aphrodisiac created along with picking up her son's testosterone in his saliva increased Joan's lust and love and thrill-seeking desires even more.

It had taken Ethan a second to realize what was going on, that his mother's tongue was probing his lips. He then embraced his mother, pulling her lovely body hard against his, opened his mouth and kissed her long and hard, getting even more turned on than his mother's brazen acts and words had made him. Their tongues twisted and danced and slid wetly around each other. The copulance pheromone she was giving off was now apparent to his subconscious brain and his cock got even harder. Ethan's arousal level soared and he wanted to fuck his mother very much. He would have been happy to take her right there in the water.