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Taken By Twins: Age Gap Erotica

I thought my son’s friends would make him feel better, but they helped me more.

My reflection in the window is not flattering, to say the least. Swollen, puffy and red eyes, pink blotches on my cheeks and mascara streaking my face like a three-year-old got a hold of a face paint set.

I gaze out over the valley. This is not where I envisioned I’d be spending Christmas. When Rob passed away suddenly in a car accident last year right after Christmas, I couldn’t stay in the house. Everything reminded me of him. The stain on the carpet where I spilled my wine when we had an impromptu love making session. The smell of his cologne baked into every soft surface. I just couldn’t. Jared was disappointed when I broke the news. This was the only house he knew, the home he grew up in, but he understood.

I expect Christmas to be hard on him, which is why we are doing it differently this year. In the desert. I moved here six months ago, to get away from the mountains and the cold. Rob always loved winters, me, not so much. This is me; this is my thing.

I haven’t seen him since he left for college in August. For thanksgiving he stayed with his new friends, twins apparently. He met them the first week, and it’s like they’ve been friends their entire life. It’s been a blessing for him. I want Christmas to be special, which is why I suggested he bring his friends home. Their family life is tumultuous at this point in time, or so he says, and this works for all involved.

I expect them all this afternoon, which is why I need to get my ass in the shower and put on my brave face.

The steam billows out of the oversized shower as I step out. I’ve famous for my scorching hot showers. The oversized fluffy towel wicks the water from my skin and I’m about to step into my panties when my phone goes nuts.

Damn near tripping, I hurry to the phone and realize I’ve missed 3 calls and 6 texts from Jared. My heart stops and I fumble my thumbs over the glass to call him back.

“Hey.” Hey? I’m worried sick and that’s the greeting he gives me.

“Don’t ‘Hey’ me, Mr. I was worried sick. What’s going on?”

“Listen, my last final just got moved to tomorrow, so I can’t come home today. The twins, though, left this morning. We were going to meet up at Shenanigans for some grub before heading over, but they don’t have anywhere to stay. Can they still stay there tonight?”

“Of course! Don’t be silly, of course they can. I think I might have a baby book or two tucked away somewhere they will want to see.”

“Mom! No! Please, please don’t embarrass me!”

“Go study, and ace that test! Oh, and no promises!” I hang up the phone with a giant smirk on my face. He hates it when I do that, but it serves him right. It won’t be the same without him, but having company will be nice, especially two of Jared’s friends I can spoil.

My panties are twisted when the doorbell rings. Oh, holy hell. I whip them up, throw on a pair of leggings, a bra, and a tank top. I take the few extra moments for my bra, as my e-cup breasts get out of control quickly, and I’m sure they don’t want to see that.

“Come in! Oh, it’s so nice to meet you both.” Those are the words that come out of my mouth. The words in my head, however, are much, much dirtier. Jesus. Jared never mentioned they look like Swedish supermodels. Bright blue eyes, dirty blonde hair that’s messy on top. It looks like they just stepped foot out of the weight room, too. They aren’t overly bulked with muscle, but to say there toned wouldn’t be cutting it either. There is a sweet spot in the middle that they have found and it’s amazing.

“Thank you, Mrs…”

“Call me Mia.”

“Very well. Thank you, Mia.”

“And which one is Clark, and which is Caleb?”

“I’m Clark, this is my brother Caleb.” The other twin spoke up this time. I was beginning to wonder if he spoke at all.

I show them around the house, a large wood cabin style home, on a hillside in the middle of the desert. The top floor is a loft, which is where my room is. Jared’s room, and the guest room, are on the main floor. This will work out well so they can stay up and come and go as they please without me being in their way.

“Who’s hungry?” They both raise their hands, and it’s adorable. They are going to regret saying that.

As soon as the table is cleared, I retreat upstairs to give them their space. As much as I love having company, I know they are tired and want to relax. I settle into my room and realize I forgot to tell them about the cake I left in the fridge. I throw a robe on and head to the front of the loft, navigating around the furniture that is more decorative than functional. I’m about to call down to them on the sofa when I overhear them talking about…me.

“Dude, Jared never told us his mom is smoking hot. Did you see those tits?”

“Fuck, dude, I couldn’t stop staring. There is something sexy as fuck about a mature woman like that. I’d fuck her in a heartbeat.”

“Same bro…I bet she’s never had twins before.” They chuckle to themselves, but they are serious. The bulge in Caleb’s pants has my head spinning. I’m aroused. I haven’t so much as thought of sex since…well, Rob passed away. Hearing them talk about me like that, though, has my body on fire. I can’t let them know I heard them, so I turn to slink back to my room when I stub my toe on the leg of a chair.

“Fuck!” It’s habitual for me to shout like that when I do stupid shit, despite my best effort to hold it inside. I’m hopping on one foot and their eyes are on me.

“Mia, are you ok?” Clark comes racing up the stairs.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“Here, sit. Let me look.” Clark helps me down into the chair, then takes my foot into his hand. He’s inspecting me, wiggling my toes. I realize my robe is barely covering me at this point in time. I was aiming for a bath when I remembered the cake. Their eyes are glued to me.

Their lust for me has me living in a fog. A different reality, one where its ok to fuck someone nearly half your age. I shake my head and try to erase those thoughts. It’s not working. Visions of them having their way with me have me enchanted in their spell.

“Did you mean what you said down there?” Nooooo! Why? Why would you ask that?!

“Oh my god. Mia, I’m so sorry you heard that, it’s just, we were expecting you to be such a MILF. Caleb, let’s leave her alone, this is awkward.” He punches his brother in the arm, like it is somehow just his fault.

“No. Please. If you meant what you said, Lord knows I’d let you have it…just tonight though.” My face shrivels with embarrassment. I just threw myself at two college-aged men, who were doing nothing more than talking shit. There is no way they actually want to fuck me, and especially not at the same time.

Clark looks at Caleb, and they have an entire conversation through their eyes. I can see their wheels turning, but they aren’t speaking. It’s like they are communicating telepathically.

Clark turns to me and opens my robe. My bare tits are on display. Their eyes tell me they’ve likely never seen a larger pair, and I’m not sure they know what to do with me. I hope I’m wrong.

It’s Caleb who first touches me. Featherlike fingers brush my ear lobe and trace the contour of my jaw, before he goes lower. His fingers graze my neck, then down over my left breast. He draws small circles around my large dark circles, each one getting smaller and smaller until the pinch of his fingers forces a gasp to escape my lips. Clark does the same on the other side. They like watching each other and I can tell through their choreographed movements they’ve shared women before.

My lips are slightly parted, my breathing shallow. I haven’t felt this alive in a long, long time. Every touch is like a fiery electrical current that webs out through my body. My nipples and clit seem to be where it ends up. I’m humming with need.

Caleb falls to his knees, pushing my legs apart. I don’t know what I was thinking when I dressed myself, but I’m wearing a satin red thong as though I were hoping for this moment. His fingers slip underneath, and he tugs gently. Then he walks them over my mound. Small steps with delicate fingers. Each touch has me wanting more. I get more, when Clark leans forward and takes my hard nipple between his teeth. The subtle nibble has my pussy gushing for Caleb.

The two of them share everything it seems. Their scents even match. Woody tones mixed with light citrus notes. I could breathe them in for the rest of my life and never tire of it.

Right as I feel the slight pressure over my clit, Clark is pulling his cock out from under the joggers. He literally laughs at me when he sees my face. It’s beautiful. The head is a perfect bell, and it’s straight as an arrow, but what I love most about it, is how thick it is.

“We had the same reaction to your tits, Mrs. K. I bet you wanna taste this, don’t you?”

I nod my head in the affirmative. Within moments, he’s standing on the chair over me, tracing my lips with the tip of the beast. I slip my tongue out, and he rubs himself on it. That’s when instincts take over and I grip him hard. My knuckles turn white around his throbbing shaft as I pull him closer and take the head inside. As I begin to suck, my panties are being slipped to the side and I’m being eaten out by his brother.

His tongue playfully slips through my wetness, occasionally finding my button, which he worships like a pro. Gentle tugging with his lips, flipping with his tongue and my god, my back comes up off the chair when his tongue pushes on it.

“Fuck me!” My breath is labored, but I want him inside. I continue to pull pre-honey from Clark’s tip and stroke his manhood like it deserves. The entire cabin is full of moans and groans as we are all getting a taste of what we need.

I take Clark deeper and choke when Caleb pulls me to the edge of the chair. His cock slides in with ease. He’s teasing me, dancing around my opening, not going deep, but circling his hips enough to have me writhing for more.

“Fuck, this isn’t right!” Caleb shouts out before pulling his cock from me.

“Get on the floor.” He’s serious. When Clark pulls his cock from my lips, the cocktail of saliva and precum strings between us, until it breaks and coats my chin. As soon as my knees hit the floor, Caleb is back inside of me, fucking me from behind. This time there is no dancing around, or teasing. He’s giving it all to me, and hard.

“Fuck bro, you should see her tits when you fuck her.” It’s like I’m their toy. They are using me for their pleasure, and I’ve wanted nothing more since I opened the door to them earlier today.

“Here, you fuck her, I want to see this shit.” Just like that, I’m empty. But not for long. Clark’s thick monster is stretching me as he takes ownership of my pussy. The weight of my breasts has them swinging freely each time he pushes into me. He’s fucking me so hard his pelvis is slapping my ass with each dominating move.

I’m quickly getting lost in the rhythm when Clark’s fingers twist through my hair and my head is yanked back.

“Oh!” I cry out from the pain mixed with the excitement of being used like this. My lips are open, to let the cries and whimpers escape as he continues to fuck me hard.

“Fuck her mouth!” Clark orders.

HE doesn’t let go of my hair, in fact he pulls it tighter, giving his brother a better angle.

Caleb’s cock isn’t as thick, and he uses that to his advantage when he fucks my mouth. My arms are holding me up, and he’s just jack hammering into me. I choke and gag when he claims my throat, but fuck. I’ve needed this in my life. Clark’s cock swells first. The extra stretch as he gets ready to unload sends me over the top. My pussy clenches down on him, and milks him, pulling him deeper as each grunt and growl fills me with his seed. The warmth of his cock and cum has my body free-falling. Even when Caleb begins to spray his nut honey all over my lips and face, I barely notice. I’m floating through space. When I’m finally grounded, there is still a cock in my pussy and one near my face. I lick my lips, tasting him for the first time. I know he came in my mouth too, and I swallowed it down, but I was so far removed from reality I didn’t get to enjoy it. To savor it.

Not a word was spoken of that night. The rest of the holiday was calm and enjoyable and they were perfect gentlemen. I wanted to sneak downstairs, to ride their cocks, but I didn’t. It was a onetime thing that I will never forget. I hope I didn’t embarrass Jared…

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