A huge party

You walk into the hotel conference room, Renna has rented. A few hundred people begin clapping. You only recognize a few.

You whistle. The place is huge. You wonder how much this cost. The floors are marble, there are decorations everywhere. You catch a glimpse of the centerpiece and wonder, is that an ice sculpture of you?

“Renna, how much did this cost?”

She laughs. “Don’t worry mom, I invited a number of clients. I’m taking the whole thing as a tax write off.”

As you make a mental note to ask about what business she started, you catch a look at your reflection.

Your world stops. You barely recognize the image in the mirror. Renna’s makeover has you looking ten, maybe twenty years younger. You are sultry. You are sexy. The dress hugs your curves perfectly. You swear your breasts look at least a cup size bigger.

You touch your breast. It is sensitive. It feels like a live wire jolting your pleasure center. You pucker your lips, shocked by how lush full and kissable they look. The dark, almost black, red must be making them look fuller.

You strut to the center of the room, the sheer fabric of you black dress rubbing against erect nipples is intensely arousing.

Never much for speeches, you take the mic and say. “Thank you for coming, everyone. Let’s have a party!”

The crowd cheers. You manage to find Renna. “Isn’t the ice sculpture a bit much?”

She laughs. “We needed something, mom. By the way, several of my friends that are here are really into cougars. You could really have some fun.”

“Renna! I don’t think so... That would be so....wrong.”

“Seriously, mom? Loosen up a bit. Let me get you a drink.”

You sigh as Renna heads to the bar by the ice sculpture. She comes back with a tall drink. You down it.

“Thanks, Renna.”

“You're welcome, mom.”

You begin to mingle, you notice there are a lot of young woman here. They all have flawless makeup and look fantastic. You give perfunctory hellos to people you know. You head back to the bar. As you get a drink a pair of young men approach you. You look them over. The most obvious thing about them is they are twins. Both are blond and strapping. They are really quite atttractive for twenty year olds.

The one right says. “Hello Miss Warshaw...”

The one on the left completes the sentence. “Would you like to fuck?”

You start to answer no. You pause. Instead you give your lips another coating of lipstick.

“Both if you?”

The one on the left starts. “Jim and I...”

Jim completes the sentence. “Share everything.”

You smile. “Why not.”

Renna gives you a wink and mouthes. “We have the place rented until morning.”

You follow them into a coat closet. Just as you begin to have second thoughts, they slide off your straps and push your dress down to a crumpled heap, on the floor.

Jim kisses you and runs a hand along your back down to your ass. The other one, Tim you think, begins kissing your breasts. You shiver in delight as Jim pulls down your panties. His pants are off in an eyeblink. His cock is erect and huge. Any second thoughts dissipate as he bends you over and slides into your wet starved hole.

Tim begins kissing your breasts.

You squeal as Jim drives into you. You had forgotten just how much stamina and vigor a man has in his twenties. He pounds away as Tim continues to kiss your breasts and tease your clit. You moan in delight. A massive orgasm hits you. Jim cums. The warm feeling inside you brings you to a second smaller orgasm.

You have only a moment to bask in the afterglow before Tim thrusts into and Jim begins kissing your neck. This brother’s style is similar, but no less effective. You moan and swear as he fucks you with increasing intensity. You cum as he exploded inside you.

You feel tired and sated. Jim kisses you as Tim whispers. “We’re not done yet.”

You feel Tim’s hard lubed cock push into your ass. You make a barely discernible ‘oh’ sound as he pushes in. Jim positions himself and pushed into your pussy. You scream in pleasure as they move in sync. The fucking goes on for hours until you pass out from fatigue.

You feel somebody poking your shoulder.

“Mom. Mom. You have to get up. You’ll be late for work.”

Work? You hadn’t thought about you were doing next. Are you actually going back?