Bunker Breeding 4 - Mother and Twin Sons

Rayne Vice

The bunker was never silent. Even when the noise from the surface faded leaving an eerie still above, there was always the low, mechanical pings, the whir of filtered air moving through ducts, and most days, the constant slurping and gagging sounds of a horny mother convincing her two adult sons to do some chores by sucking them dry. They’d been sealed underground for thirty-seven days, a number that Clara kept track of by the amount of loads she swallowed, divided by two.

She was on her knees in the rec alcove, a space just broad enough for a futon, two cheap metal chairs, and a table littered with food wrappers and crushed water bottles. The twins, Paul and Ryan, both twenty-one and broad shouldered in the way that only comes from a lifetime of shared competition, stood over her, pants around their thighs, cocks rigid and eager. There was no performance in their posture, no shame, just the familiar impatience of men who’d outgrown both privacy and novelty. Their mother’s throat was always a welcomed feeling, but over a month of mouth-fucking their mother, the twins were less excited by her eager sucking and more expected her to continue without complaining until they finished.

Clara’s left hand circled Paul’s shaft, her thumb pressed against the underside where the vein thickened. Her right wrist worked Ryan’s cock, which stood just as thick but with a very subtle upward curve. She alternated between her sons, switching from jerking one and sucking the other’s hard cock, letting saliva drip from her fingers to lubricate the strokes. She turned her head, lips wide, and took Paul into her mouth, jaw flexing as she pushed forward, taking him nearly to the root.

Since they were identical twins, their cocks were more-or-less the same. But Clara could tell nuanced differences. Paul tended to leak pre-cum onto her tongue, always playing cool but Clara knew he wanted his mommy over any other woman. Ryan’s cock had a powerful throb to it. Each time his shaft rested on her tongue, it was like she could feel his racing pulse directly in her throat.

Ryan grunted and pressed his cock against his mother’s cheek as she sucked Paul. He smeared the pre-cum and saliva covered tip up her cheek near her eye. She pulled back, tongue swirling around Paul’s tip, before turning and swallowing half of Ryan’s length in one move, her nose pressed straight down to his public bone as if her throat was built to expand for him. She bobbed, fast and eager, the sounds wet and lewd in the hollow acoustics of their bunker. She sucked air through her nose in quick, wet snorts to make sure ...