Chapter 1: Introduction
The air of the museum was thick with dust, the aroma of old papyrus, and a vague whiff of sweat. A guard in a gray uniform marched silently in front of me, shifting his baton from one hand to the other. This place held more secrets than the Kama Sutra, and my pussy tingled with excitement as I surveyed the rows of ancient artifacts. They beckoned to me, whispering secrets from their pedestals. What had they seen? What sort of fucking they’d witnessed?
Had they ever seen a mother and her two sons in such a position? I shivered, a delicious shiver that traveled from the base of my spine to my clit, making it stiffen excitedly. I had to adjust my skirt and cross my legs to quell the riotous desires that shook me like an earthquake. That was when I spotted them. Two beautiful, muscular men who couldn’t have been more than thirty. I took my time sizing them up, letting my eyes wander over each ripple of their powerful chests.
The first one was a warrior.
Dark hair fell in waves over his toned shoulders, framing piercing brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. He leaned over a display, his fingers tracing the lines of an ancient sculpture, his biceps flexing beneath his t-shirt. The second one was a scholar. His neck was long, and his golden hair hung in a shaggy mane. He leaned over a manuscript, his lips parted as he whispers to himself, his eyes focused on the ink.
I took in deep, measured breaths as I watched them from my hidden vantage point.
My pussy swelled, pulsed, yearned for their touch. I could feel the dampness of my arousal soaking through my cotton underwear, leaving a stain at the crotch. My clit throbbed, demanding release, demanding these handsome, strong men.
The warrior, I decided, would be first. I approached him from behind, my heart pounding loudly in my chest, the sound ringing in my ears. He didn’t notice me at first, his focus so intensely on the ancient sculpture.
I pressed myself against him, rubbing my hard nipples against his back. His body tensed, and he spun around, his brown eyes blazing with an animal hunger that matched my own.
“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded, his voice little more than a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
“Your mother,” I purred, thrusting my hips forward so that my pussy ground against his.
His eyes widened in shock, but his lips curved up in a wicked smile.
“Careful, mother,” he said, his voice low. “Or I might just take you right here, in front of this priceless artifact.”
I grinned, my pussy juices flowing freely down my legs. “Could you, son? Could you make me scream with pleasure?” I asked, letting my hands roam over his chiseled chest.
He caught my wrists in his strong hands, pulling me closer so that our lips met in a searing kiss. His tongue probed my mouth, tasting me, claiming me in a way that no man had ever done before.