I've always been possessive of Tyler. Ever since I married his father and watched that sweet, shy boy grow into a tall, broad-shouldered, thick-cocked young man, he became *mine*. My favorite person. My secret obsession.
But now River is trying to take him from me.
She's twenty-one, pretty in that soft, innocent way—big doe eyes, perky tits, and a tight little body. She giggles at all his jokes and holds his hand like she owns him. The sight of her makes my blood boil.
Tonight they're staying over after a date. I'm standing in the kitchen wearing a tight silk robe that barely covers my ass, the deep neckline showing the full swell of my heavy breasts. No bra. No panties.
I hear them come in, laughing quietly. My nipples instantly harden when I hear Tyler's deep voice.
"Mom?" he calls out.
"In the kitchen, baby," I reply sweetly.
River walks in first. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees how little I'm wearing. Good. Let her look.
Tyler follows, and his gaze immediately drops to my chest, lingering on my hard nipples pressing against the thin silk. That's my boy. He can't help himself.
"River and I were thinking of watching a movie," he says, trying to sound casual.
I smile slowly, letting my robe slip just a little higher on my thighs.
"That sounds nice," I purr. "Why don't you two get comfortable on the couch? I'll join you soon."
An hour later, they're cuddling on the couch. River is practically in his lap, kissing his neck softly.
I've had enough.
I walk over, my bare feet silent on the carpet. I stop right in front of them, my robe now untied, hanging open just enough to reveal the full curve of my breasts and the smooth, shaved mound of my pussy.
"Tyler," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "Come here."
He freezes. River looks up at me in shock.
"Mom…" he starts.
"Now."
He gently pushes River off him and stands. His cock is already half-hard in his sweatpants. I can see the thick outline.
I grab his hand and pull him closer until his body is pressed against mine. I slide my hand down his chest, over his abs, and cup his heavy bulge possessively.
"This cock," I whisper, squeezing him firmly, "belongs to *me*."
River gasps.
I turn my head and look directly at her, my lips brushing Tyler's ear.
"River, sweetheart… you're going to sit right there and watch how a real woman takes care of him. You can learn… or you can leave. Your choice."
Tyler groans as I stroke him slowly through the fabric.
"Mom… fuck," he breathes, already losing control.
River's face is flushed red, but she doesn't move. She stays seated, eyes wide, thighs pressed together.
Good girl.
I push Tyler's sweatpants down. His thick, veiny cock springs free—eight inches, heavy, the head already shiny with precum. The cock I've been secretly craving for years.
I drop to my knees in front of him and look up into his eyes as I wrap my hand around the base.
"Watch this, River," I say loudly. "Watch how I worship what's mine."
I take him into my mouth slowly, letting my tongue swirl around the swollen head, tasting the salty precum. I moan deeply as I slide him deeper, relaxing my throat until my lips kiss the base. I hold him there, gagging wetly, saliva dripping down my chin onto my tits.
Tyler's hand tangles in my hair. "Fuck… Mom… your mouth feels so good."
I start sucking him harder, sloppy and loud—wet slurping sounds filling the room. I look sideways at River while I bob my head, letting her see every inch disappearing down my throat.
She's squirming now, biting her lip.
After several minutes of deepthroating him, I pull off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock.
"On the couch," I order Tyler. "Lie down."
He obeys instantly.
I climb on top of him, straddling his hips. I grab his cock and rub the fat head between my dripping wet pussy lips, coating him in my juices.
"You feel how wet I am for you, baby?" I moan. "This pussy is soaked for *my* boy."
I lower myself slowly, letting just the head stretch me open. The sensation is incredible—thick, hot, and perfect.
"Oh my god…" I groan as I sink down inch by inch until he's buried to the hilt inside me. My pussy clenches greedily around him.
I start riding him—slow, deep, and filthy. My heavy tits bounce in his face as I grind my clit against his pelvis with every roll of my hips.
"Tell her, Tyler," I pant. "Tell River who this dick belongs to."
He groans loudly, hands gripping my ass hard. "It's yours, Mom… Fuck— it's all yours!"
River lets out a soft whimper. She's touching herself now, hand inside her shorts.
I ride him harder, faster, my wet pussy making obscene squelching sounds as I fuck him. My juices are dripping down his balls.
I lean down and kiss him deeply, tongue fucking his mouth while I slam my hips down.
"Cum inside me," I moan against his lips. "Fill Mommy's pussy. Mark what's yours."
Tyler loses it. He thrusts up hard, groaning loudly as he explodes inside me—hot, thick ropes of cum flooding my pussy. I cum right after him, my walls pulsing and milking every drop, my juices squirting around his cock.
I collapse on top of him, panting, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of me.
I look over at River, who's flushed and desperate, her hand still moving between her legs.
I smile wickedly.
"You did well watching, baby girl," I purr. "Maybe next time… I'll let you clean his cum out of me with your tongue."
In the aftermath of our intense fuck, I lie there on Tyler's chest, his cock still twitching inside me, our mixed cum slowly seeping out onto his thighs. The room smells of sex—musky sweat, my sweet pussy juices, and the faint tang of his release. River's eyes are locked on us, her hand frozen midway down her shorts, her chest heaving with unfulfilled need. She's not backing down; I can see the fire in her gaze, a mix of envy and defiance. If she thinks I'll just claim Tyler without a fight, she's mistaken. But maybe... just maybe, there's room for negotiation. After all, two women worshipping his perfect cock could be twice the fun—for him, and perhaps for me, if she earns it.
I slide off Tyler with a wet pop, his half-hard dick glistening in the dim light. Standing up, I let his cum drip down my inner thighs, a deliberate show of ownership. "Well, River," I say, my voice husky from moaning, "you didn't run. That's something. But if you want a piece of this"—I reach down and stroke Tyler's cock possessively, making him groan—"you'll have to prove you're worthy. Not some naive little girl, but a real slut who can handle what I can."
River's cheeks flush deeper, but she meets my eyes without flinching. "I'm not afraid of you, Penny. Tyler's mine too. What do I have to do?"
A thrill runs through me—her spirit is hotter than I expected. I walk to my bedroom drawer, feeling their eyes on my swaying hips, the silk robe now fully open. I pull out my favorite toy: a thick, veined double-headed dildo, 12 inches of flexible silicone, ridged for maximum pleasure. It's purple, glossy, and intimidating. I lube it up slowly, the slick gel coating my fingers as I return.
"The test is simple," I purr, kneeling in front of her on the couch. "I want to see your anal skills. If you can take this with me—deep, hard, like a good little whore—then maybe we can share him. Prove you're as dirty as I am."
Tyler sits up, his cock twitching back to life at the sight. River hesitates for a split second, then nods, stripping off her shorts and panties in one fluid motion. Her pussy is shaved smooth, already glistening with arousal, her small pink asshole winking above it. She's sluttier than I thought—no protests, just eager compliance. I position myself on the floor, legs spread wide, inserting one end of the dildo into my own ass first. The stretch is delicious—a slow burn as the thick head pops past my tight ring, filling me inch by inch. I moan low, my pussy clenching emptily, the ridges dragging against my inner walls.
"Your turn, baby girl," I challenge, holding the other end steady.
River lowers herself onto it, facing me, our eyes locked. She gasps as the head presses against her asshole, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance. "Fuck... it's big," she whimpers, but she pushes down, her tight hole yielding slowly. I watch every detail—the way her rim stretches white around the silicone, the sheen of lube mixing with her sweat, the quiver in her thighs. She takes it deeper than I expected, rocking her hips until our asses are almost touching, the dildo buried halfway in each of us.
"Good girl," I breathe, starting to thrust gently. The motion sends waves of pleasure through me, the toy rubbing my sensitive spots. We find a rhythm—slow at first, our bodies inching closer with each push. The sound is obscene: wet squelches, skin slapping softly, our mingled moans filling the air. River's tits bounce as she grinds harder, her nails digging into my skin. "Oh god, Penny... it feels so fucking good," she pants, surprising me with her abandon. She's not just passing; she's excelling, her asshole gripping the dildo like a vice, pulling me deeper.
Tyler watches, stroking his now rock-hard cock, pre-cum beading at the tip. The tension builds agonizingly—our clits brushing occasionally, sparks of electricity shooting through us. I reach down and rub her clit, feeling her pulse under my fingers. She cums first, screaming, her ass clenching so hard it drags an orgasm from me too. We collapse together, the dildo still connecting us, panting and slick with sweat.
"You passed," I admit, pulling out with a slick pop, my hole gaping slightly. "Sluttier than I gave you credit for. Now... let's see whose asshole Tyler prefers."
We both turn to him, crawling on all fours like predators. "Your choice, baby," I say, arching my back to present my ass—still lubed, cum-smeared, and ready. River mirrors me, her smaller, tighter hole twitching invitingly.
Tyler doesn't hesitate. He kneels behind me first, his hands spreading my cheeks. "Mom... your ass is perfect," he groans, sliding his thick cockhead against my pucker. The push is slow, deliberate—the burn of stretch mixing with bliss as he fills me completely. He thrusts deep, his balls slapping my pussy, the ridges of his veins dragging inside me. I moan loudly, pushing back, the fullness overwhelming.
But then he pulls out, slick with my essence, and moves to River. "Now you, babe," he says, entering her with a grunt. She yelps at the size, but takes him eagerly, her back arching. I watch jealously at first, then with growing heat—the way her hole stretches around him, her juices coating his shaft. He alternates: a few deep thrusts in me, then her, comparing our tightness, our moans.
"Fuck, you're both so tight," he pants, his pace quickening. The room echoes with our cries, the scent of anal sex heavy—lube, sweat, and arousal. Finally, he can't choose; he cums in River first, flooding her ass, then pulls out and finishes in mine, hot spurts marking us both.
We all collapse in a heap, bodies entangled, hearts racing. Tyler grins between us, his hands roaming our curves. "This... I could get used to this." And as I kiss him, then River, I realize it's a win for all—two goddesses sharing one lucky man, our tight holes his forever.