"I'm coming on her fucking leg!" Tommy shouted, pumping frantically on his cock. "I'm coming all over her fucking leg!"

Freddie grunted, and his cock spewed suddenly. He came on the floor of the garage between his mother's spread feet, his finger still stabbing into her wet, hairy cunt.

Susan, still spread-eagied, looked at her sons. They sat on the floor, looking at her, cocks dangling between their legs. She felt come juice running down her thigh, and her cunt seemed to keep pulsating. The ropes were cutting into her wrists and making her hands numb.

"Untie me now, please," she said quietly. "We'll forget about this if you untie me now. We'll pretend it never happened."

"You won't spank us, Mom?" Tommy asked.

"No," Susan whispered. "Please, my hands are numb."

"You promise not to punish us?" Freddie asked. "If we let you go, you won't hit us?"

"No, I promise," Susan whispered.

They got to their feet and began untying their mother.

CHAPTER THREE

Susan soaked in the tub, her mind spinning with what had happened to her.

When feeling returned to her hands, they had hurt with needle-sharp tingles. She had stood before her sons without trying to conceal her body, shaking her hands until feeling returned. She felt as if she had been degraded, come juice running down her thigh, her cunt quivering and feeling as if those fingers were still in her.

Every inch of her naked body seemed to blush when she walked nakedly from the garage, feeling their eyes on her ass. She went straight to the bathroom and ran a tub of very hot water, hoping it would wash away her shame.

Something was wrong, she thought. She had never come that way before in her life. In fact, she had seldom experienced an orgasm, even when she had fondled herself or even when her ex-husband had fucked her.