Sloane

My story starts when I was in my teens. My dad had left, so it was my Mom and me and my brother, younger by a year. We were living in the midwest, not a big city, not some hick town. Had a university. Mom worked there, but, she wasn't a high-paid professor, rather, she was administrative, and there was never enough money for things. So, um, Mom got creative, and she overheard some freshman once talking about how it was so difficult to get laid as a freshman. (I learned this story later on, as you'll see if you read on.) Anyway, Mom got to know one of the boys because he had work-study in the office. One day, they were working late, and Mom was kinda' desperate for funds, so she approached the boy and they talked about things, and the conversation moved to girls. He lamented about how difficult it was to meet girls, etc. Long story short, Mom explained that she was having a tough time making ends meet. The boy said he wasn't rich but could come up with money a couple of times a month. This was how Mom started a Blow-and-Go service. And while it started with just the one boy, it moved on to where it was about ten or so guys each week. Found out they paid $50 each.

Mom would have them come over at night but she was careful, very careful, having them park a couple of streets over, and come through the back alley, and through the backyard. They'd come in the back door, and Mom would greet them in the kitchen. This was all done late, generally after midnight. They'd go into the spare room downstairs. Me and my brother slept upstairs in our rooms. Master bedroom was downstairs, and so was this room which was probably to be a den or something. Mom used it for Blow-and-Go. The guys would come in, put the money on a table, and either sit in a chair or they'd stand up, their choice I guess. Mom had this padded cushion that she used to save her knees from wear and tear. When done, they'd leave the same way, very quietly. She'd have usually a couple a night scheduled, Sundays through Thursdays, leaving the weekends free. 

We (my brother and me) found out about it one night when it was really windy out, and some stuff in the backyard made a lot of noise. I woke up and I guess he did too because we both almost bumped into each other heading to the bathroom. Then we heard some noise downstairs. He said it was the back door, and we heard muffled voices. We moved quietly downstairs since we didn't know what was going on, if someone was sneaking into the house, etc. We heard some soft moaning coming from the spare room, and my brother put his fingers to his lips, indicating I should be quiet and follow him. I did and he went to the side and moved a picture that was hanging there. A little bit of light came out, as there was a couple of holes. He saw my question and he whispered "later" and put his eye to one, then a second later pulled back with a huge shocked look. I put my eye to the other, and looked.

Mom was on her knees in front of some older boy, sucking his cock! I couldn't believe it! She had her hands on his bare ass and was pulling him forward as her head bobbed back and forth. The boy was standing in the middle of the room and his eyes were closed and he was moaning softly, and his hand were holding Mom's head gently. My brother and I watched for a couple of minutes and then the boy came in her mouth! She swallowed and that's when my brother tapped me on the shoulder, gave me the shush signal and we padded back upstairs to my room.

"What the hell is that all about?" I asked, my mind racing. He said he didn't know. We again heard the back door, quiet, but we were awake so we heard it. He wasn't looking at my eyes, he was looking at my chest. My nipples were hard and jutting out against my nightshirt. I put my arms across my chest and called him a perv. He just nodded. Then I pointed to his underwear and said "Look! You got a boner!" and he nodded again and smiled. I giggled a bit too. We were always close because of our age, and since we didn't have a Dad around, we were mostly always nice to each other, helping with chores, that kinda stuff.

It was then we heard the back door again. We looked at each other with surprise, and quietly slipped down the stairs again. We moved over to the room when we heard that door close. The boy was talking to Mom. 

"I brought the extra $25 like you said last time, ma'am." He was putting the bills on the table. Mom said okay and she pulled down her shorts and panties, further shocking my brother and me. She had a great body and she was took a seat in the chair, then put both her legs over the arms. That spread gave my brother and I a clear view of her pussy! She had hair above, golden brown, and some down the sides of her lips. The boy didn't waste time. He got down his knees and put his face right up against her and began licking. I'd heard of this but never seen it, but it was pretty exciting for me and for my brother. I could see that he definitely had a boner and he was touching it outside his underwear.

The guy licked for a bit and then Mom used her hands to guide his head and I guess he found it, her clit, because Mom moaned and said "Right there, don't stop," and after a minute or so, Mom had an orgasm. I myself was pretty wet watching this. Then they switched positions and this time Mom was more active, stroking the boy's cock while she was kissing and licking and sucking on his balls, and then licking the shaft. I was really horny, and my brother had his underwear down and was stroking his cock right next to me! 

I'm not sure if it was me being horny or watching Mom or a combination of a lot of things, but, I got to my knees and took my brother's hand away from his cock, gave him the shush sign, and then popped it into my mouth! I'd never given a blowjob before, but I wasn't totally naive. I kept my teeth away, sucked in, bobbed, and moved my tongue around as he pressed his eye back to the opening. He later told me that while I was bobbing my head, Mom was bobbing hers, and that's what made him shoot off so fast. I didn't have time to really think things through, so i just swallowed his cum and when done, pulled his underwear up. 

This went on for weeks. We'd sneak downstairs, watch Mom give blowjobs to guys, and sometimes she'd get eaten. Most every night I gave my brother a blowjob because he liked it, and I liked it. Afterwards we'd go back to our rooms, he'd go to sleep, and I'd masturbate. One night when we got upstairs he asked me if I wanted him to do what the boy did to Mom. I looked at him and asked if he wanted to do it, or did he feel like he owed me. He said he'd wanted to do it from the beginning but was afraid to ask. We went into my room, got on my bed, and he ate me like a pro. I came four times in about twenty minutes! He was hard again so I sucked him off a second time. And, from them on, that was our routine, a bj downstairs, him eating me upstairs, and a bj before he left my room. That is, until we fucked.

We eventually got caught by Mom downstairs. During a particularly good blowjob, maybe four months into our watching, when I had experimented and had a finger in his butt, he staggered and tripped, fell, and Mom came rushing out, the two of us there, him with his hard, wet cock, underwear at his ankles, me with blowjob lips . . . but all that, and our fucking, is for another day. I think this is enough for now. :)