Both of her sons

Emi's eyes fell upon both of her sons as they entered the empty library. Akira, her oldest, was still wearing the uniform from the coffee shop that he worked at as a barista and she knew that he smelled of coffee even from this distance. Ichiro, her youngest, was still wearing his uniform from the gym where he worked as a personal trainer, and she knew that he smelled of sweat, even from this distance. Both were intoxicating scents that she pretended not to love when she was close to her sons after work, and was saddened each evening as they both showered before climbing into their respective beds in the tatami room they shared as a family. She'd never told them both how much their scents drove her mind to places of desire she would never share with the world, but as they both stood there now, she could sense the mixture of them both permeating her nose, causing an uncontrollably wetness to soak into her panties.

"Mother," Akira asked. "Are you okay?"

"We waited for you at the corner," Ichiro said, "and when you didn't show, we decided to come looking for you."

"My boys," Emi said, setting the book down on her desk.

She knew what was going through their minds. Akira was worried that she'd gone off to one of the love hotels with a secret lover while Ichiro was disappointed they hadn't walked in on her with one of his friends. They both had hidden desires about their mother, the one wanting her to be his woman while the other wanted her to be a secret slut. As she experienced both their desires, she knew instantly that they were complimentary and she could fulfill both her sons at the same time.

"I was waiting for both of you," she said.

"You were?" Akira asked.

"I was," she replied and waved them beckoned them both closer.

"Mother?" Ichiro asked.

Sitting on her desk and facing them, she hiked up her skirt to reveal her panties to both. As he son's moved toward her, they could see the wet spot growing between her legs. She watched as both of their eyes opened wide, both of their minds swirling with thoughts, but neither looked at the other. They were locked on to her and when they both got to her, she stood back up and took a fistful of their shirts in each of her hands.

Pulling Akira in, she planted a kiss on his lips. An indescribable feeling passed through her body, partly from that part of her brain that was actively controlling her thoughts and partly from the new desire rushing through her son and into her lips. She could feel what he was experiencing along with her own feelings, and that was more powerful than any human contact she'd had before.

Ichiro's desire rose as he watched his mother kiss his older brother. It was lewd, the kind of lewd thing he'd always wanted to see from his mother, and it was incestuous, which registered even more on his slut scale. Emi could feel her son's desire and knew his thoughts, so instead of switching to him like she'd planned, she kissed Akira more passionately, she felt him relax in the embrace. Before long, she felt Akira's tongue penetrating her mouth and she knew that he wanted to penetrate her with more than his tongue.

Meanwhile, she felt Ichiro's hand touch her back and then slowly work it's way downward toward her ass. She wasn't curvy, something she knew her younger son experienced quite a bit with the women he met at the gym, but she was still proud of her body. As she felt her son touch her, she could tell he appreciated what he was feeling. She moaned into Akira's mouth as his brother's hand grabbed her ass and squeezed.

"Is this really happening?" Ichiro asked as he moved his hand back up back.

Emi broke the kiss with her oldest son and turned to her younger son. She pulled him in, but instead of kissing him, she moved her lips to his ear and breathed on it. As he shivered, she smiled and said, "Does that feel real?"

"Yes," Ichiro said shakily.

As Emi pulled away from her youngest son, she turned to face her oldest. Akira's eyes were on the book and as she looked at him, his face changed. His thoughts changed, and she knew that he knew that she knew he wanted her. Turning back to Ichiro, she saw that he was also looking at the book now, and in a moment, all three of them connected, deeply, in a way that Emi could not describe. It was as if the three of them were united in thoughts, sharing a joint mind, and all the images and desires none of them had been willing to share with the others mixed in their mind.