The Mom Experiment 4

Since her divorce Claire has been prowling clubs as a cougar looking for her cub of the week. Her sons Mark and Max are not happy with her, claiming good mothers don't act like that. But there's more to the story than Claire knows, and it takes exposing them to the T-virus for her to realize the real reason they're angry is she's giving herself to other men and not to them. That is until tonight.

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“It's your fault, you know that?” Mark’s temper flared and Claire couldn’t tell if his face was flushed from anger or lust.

“Tell me why.” She knew, part of her had always known, but now she wanted to hear it.

“Because dad was right, you’re a tease. Showing off to our friends, dressing like some trashy coed around the house, not caring about what you were doing to us.”

“What was I doing to you?” Claire’s lips shifted into the predatory smile she displayed at the club. “Was I getting you hard?”

“You were! You had us both thinking about you! Then we find all your lacy bras and slutty thongs, those shoes and lingerie you had in your closet, everything about you screamed slut.”

“And this slut does love to scream.”

“Think this is funny?” Mark moved in front of her, his face inches from hers, but she remained where she was.

She knew what was coming, and who was going to be coming, and she yearned for it to happen, but she wanted her sons to start it, to make her pay for how she’d tormented them.

“I think its…” she teased her tongue over her lips. “Hot as hell that my boys got off while thinking about me. Using my things and wishing they were my mouth.

“We did think that,” Max had moved closer as well. “Thought about doing everything to you.”

“Hmm,” she purred. “Everything? You think about getting that teasing whore on her hands and knees, punishing her? Making me beg for you to stop”

“It’s not funny!” Mark gripped her upper arm hard enough to hurt, but the pain only served to increase the amount of wet heat between her trembling thighs. “You know how you made us feel?”

“Horny?” she teased.

“We wanted you, then hated ourselves for wanting you because it's wrong.” Max said softly.

“You’d get us all worked up, we’d get off, then feel bad that we did!” Mark’s voice had devolved into a growl and Claire found his anger arousing. “We’d say we’d stop, then here you are in that black and silver bikini you had, the one dad yelled at you about, and we…we couldn’t help looking, and thinking,”

“And wanting.” Max finished.

“And this poor kid!” Mark waved his free hand at his brother. “I started taking it out on other girls, he didn’t, so he never really got over the sick mommy thing you stuck him with!”

“I’m sorry, Max,” she widened her eyes, and pushed her lower lip out in a demure look. “Mama’s sorry she teased you.”

She turned to Mark, “You too, honey. I’m sorry I made you want me.”

“Why?” he asked, his anger giving away, and a wounded look on his face. “Why did you tease us?”

“Because I need to be wanted,” she whispered. “I need men to look at me, and it didn’t matter to me you were my sons, you’re young men, and I…” she swallowed and for the first time, gave voice to what deep down, she’d known all along and was ashamed to admit. “I liked you looking at me.”

“You did?” Although she’d proved him right, Mark still looked surprised.

“Loved knowing I could get my own sons to look at me that way, to think about me while they came on my bras. But it was wrong, and I know that now.”

“Little late for that, Mom.” Max still seemed incapable of looking away from her chest. “You have no idea how hard it is.”

“I bet it's really hard.” Claire made him gasp when she grabbed his crotch. “Hmm, it is, isn’t it?”