Thanksgiving Stuffing : Mommy’s Threesomes 1

I work my ass off in this house and don’t get much thanks in return, so this thanksgiving I want what’s coming to me and I expect my husband and son to do the honors.

Read as I demand my very own thanksgiving stuffing, getting taken by my husband and son in a sinful mfm threesome that sees me satisfied everywhere—for another year at least!

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“You want these?” I asked.

Chris looked mesmerized.  His head seemed to nod slightly.

“Chris, don’t you dare,” Glen said.

“I—I can’t help it, Dad.”

“You can’t say a thing, Glen.  You told me these were what attracted you to me in the first place.  How can you blame poor Chris here, huh?”

“Janine …”

“You want Mommy’s tits again, Chris?  You want to suck on Mommy’s nipples and please her?”

“Janine!” Glen cried, somewhere between panic and anger.

“You know you want it,” I said to Chris, staring into those blue eyes as I hypnotized him with my breasts.

“Chris, don’t look,” Glen said.

I ran my eyes down over Chris’s athletic body.  Even in his sweatpants and t-shirt he looked a picture.  He reminded me of the man I married a long time ago, all muscle bound and full of spunk.

My eye focused on the bulge that was growing in the front of his pants.  I knew that I had him.

“Well, would you look at that …?”

“Chris!” his father cried.

“He can’t help it, honey.”

I walked forwards towards my son, lifting his chin when I arrived so that he was no longer staring straight at my big tits.

“You want Mommy to service that thing?”

He nodded.

“Mommy wants something in return for once, okay?” I told him.

“Chris, don’t do it,” Glen protested, moving around the dinner table now and standing beside us.

“You want to watch or you want to help?” I said to Glen.  “With you or without you, I’m going to get this fucking orgasm.”

“I can’t fucking believe this,” he sighed.

“Believe it.  I’m sick of this shit.”

“Then … I guess … I’m helping.”

“Good decision.  I’ve always wanted a threesome.”

Chris swallowed.

“Take out your cock,” I said to him.

“Mom?”

“You want me to take it out for you?”

He looked to his father who nodded.

“Yes,” Chris said.

I shook out my hair and got to my knees.  “Been a while since I did this to someone I wanted to.”

I stared ahead at the bulge that lay in wait in front of me.  For all over Glen’s faults he wasn’t short when it came to the pants-department.  He packed some serious heat and I hoped our son came close too.

“Let’s see what we’re dealing with,” I said, and I wrapped my hands over the waist of his pants and underwear.

I took them down as one, listening as Chris gasped above me.  His hand came to his mouth just as I spotted the thick barrel of his cock.

“My gosh,” I cried, marveling as it sprang free.

It shot upwards, pointing to the ceiling.  It bobbed gently and my eyes widened with glee at the sight of it.  It was everything I hoped; unblemished and clean-cut, but with a thick vein that ran up its outside.  It looked fresh.

“Good boy,” I cooed.  I looked back at Glen and nodded to Chris’s cock.  “He’s almost got you beat.”

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