From all outward appearances, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of swinging and illicit sex. All in the spirit of good clean fun... But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another -- and another -- to what? When the children set as a pattern for their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of a young widow, Sheila Kane, and her twin sons, John and Bobby. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doom. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for them it is the norm.
The norm... For the Kanes, yes. And how many other families like them?
A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Sheila Kane walked briskly into the tiny bedroom on the second floor of her home. Moving quickly across the thickly carpeted floor, she threw open the heavy blue drapes. Sheila turned around and nervously brushed back her long blonde hair, smiling at the tall, black-haired man who had followed her up the stairs. She could sense that he was becoming more interested in her big tits and firm ass than he was in the room.
"It's not exactly the White House, but it is cheap," Sheila said, feeling torrents of hot blood fill, her spongy cuntlips in spite of every attempt to calm her snatch down. She almost groaned with delight as she felt her pussy membranes slowly stretch and throb.
Stop it! Sheila screamed to herself as she curled her fingers into her palms and dug her fingernails into her sweaty skin.
"Like I said, I don't need a palace -- just some place where I can get away for a few hours a day," the stranger remarked offhandedly as he continued to stare at her swelling tits.
"Mister -- ah," Sheila began, moving away from the bed and toward the doorway. She was fighting an almost overpowering urge to roll over on the mattress and toss her feet high in the air. Sheila could feel torrents of hot twat juice oozing through her bristling cunthairs as she tried to keep her legs from trembling so uncontrollably. But her body seemed to be spiraling out of control. Sheila felt her pussylips springing widely open then slamming shut as she pictured this man's cock growing and stiffening against his hot, hairy, powerful belly. These were thoughts she knew were improper for a woman with two teenaged sons to have.
"Anthony. Frank Anthony," he said warmly, flashing a broad smile at Sheila.
"Yes, Mr. Anthony. You know, I've got two sons living here," she started. Sheila wanted to let him know that she wasn't taking him in just because she wanted stud service. She was a respectable woman whose ex-husband refused to make alimony payments and who had to take in boarders to keep the bill collectors from beating down her door.
"Really? Maybe my daughter can meet them sometime," Frank said, still grinning at her. Sheila felt her nipples scratching angrily against the stiffened cotton material of her bra. They seemed to be broiling in those big cups, and Sheila would have given anything to unbutton her sheer white blouse and unsnap that uncomfortable halter.
"Oh, then you're married?" Sheila said uncomfortably, wondering just what he needed the room for. She hoped he wasn't some kind of freako who was into whips and dead bodies or something.
"Widowed -- for about three years. Marianne's been living with me since then. It hasn't been easy being father and mother to a eighteen-year-old," Frank said as his smile faded slowly.
"I'm-I'm sorry," Sheila said, a little ashamed of herself for prying.
"Don't worry about it," Frank said, brightening, obviously pleased with Sheila's concern. "I don't groan about it any more. All I want is some place where I can do my writing. You know, Marianne and her friends turn the house into an asylum sometimes. Even the basement sounds like a bomb-testing site when those kids are over," Frank said, laughing loudly.
"I know what you mean. It isn't much easier with two sons that same age," Sheila agreed. She felt herself relaxing now. Any worry that Frank might be a weirdo was gone now. That meant all he had to do was make the first move and she'd be shoving her burning pussy into his face.
"You're widowed too?" Frank said, slowly moving his right hand across his leg toward his bulging crotch.
"No, divorced," Sheila said, opening her mouth slightly and wetting her lower lip in excitement as she watched the muscular man begin to squeeze the rock-hard protrusion between his powerful legs. "Then you're alone too?" Frank said as he began to play with himself openly.
"Oh, I date occasionally," Sheila said breezily as she hid her cold, trembling fingers behind her back. It was the last attempt at trying to keep her pussy respectable. Since the divorce five months ago, Sheila hadn't had a cock in her twat. She was trying to live down the scandal that had thrown her boring marriage of eighteen years into the realm of public outrage. If she hadn't changed her name, and if it hadn't been for the surprising support she'd received from her two sons, Sheila knew she'd have plunged into a nervous breakdown.
"I wish I could be that outgoing, but I've got trouble communicating with women," Frank said, running his fingers up and down the clear outline of his now fully extended prick.
Not with that dick you don't, Sheila thought to herself as she felt her snatch blow apart like an overheated blast furnace. What did this man need to get into action -- neon lights that blinked "FUCK ME"? To hell with the scandal and respectability. Sheila felt five months of carefully cultivated chastity fall into ruin as she watched Frank's prick throb against his tight-fitting Levi's. All the blonde could think about was how deliciously stretched her pussy membranes would feel as Frank's meaty prickhead pushed them slowly apart and sank down deep into her sucking snatch.
"Uh, what do you write?" Sheila asked, feeling her brain spinning with passion. She didn't know how long she could keep up with this kind of small talk. Her breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid as her heart pounded like a triphammer, threatening to rip through her rib cage. Sweat poured out from under her arms and down her forehead as she felt her pink silk panties clinging wetly to her stiff, sparking pussy hairs.
"Well, I hope you don't mind, but I write porno," Frank said hotly.
"Oh God!" Sheila said, feeling her knees finally buckling from under her. That last bit of information sent an explosion of mind-ripping contractions through her smoldering snatch. She reached out and grabbed the bedpost for support as she stared lustfully into Frank's glowing blue eyes.
Sheila couldn't hide her passion from him any more. She felt like a bitch dog in heat. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted to feel inch after hot meaty inch of stiff prick meat driving deeper and deeper into her heaving gut. It had been pricks that had gotten her into trouble and the divorce courts in the first place, and Sheila had tried to get off them the way a junkie tries to kick heroin. She had about the same kind of success. After a few months, she was readier than ever to get back into the habit.
"Something wrong?" Frank asked curiously as he walked over to her.
"I, uh, uh," Sheila stammered. She wanted him to fuck her right there, but didn't have the courage to come right out and tell him what she thought.
"Do you have a fever? Christ, your skin's about as hot as a stove," Frank said, pretending to be naive at first. Then Sheila looked closely and saw that he was grinning slyly at her.
"I've got a fever, all fight. But it's not the flu," she said huskily, surprised at her sudden forward attitude. It was her cunt speaking. Just like some people claim to be possessed by the devil and act completely different afterward, Sheila was possessed at times by her snatch. One part of her body occasionally took over every other part, making her act like one giant sex organ until her cunt was completely satisfied.
"Well, the old doctor here can fix that up," Frank said, running his hands slowly up her heaving belly to her huge tits. "You know, I may write porno, but don't, get the idea that I live in a paper world. I live that shit too," Frank almost moaned as he leaned forward and clamped his thick, sensuous lips tightly to Sheila's.
"MMMGGGGFFFFF!" she cried out weakly as she felt the man's tongue shoot past her front teeth and drive against her tonsils. At the same time Frank began milking her big hot tits, pinching her twitching nipples as best he could through the tight-fitting bra as he ground his bulging crotch against her throbbing groin.
"Let's get it on," Frank said as he slid his hands around to her back and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"My sons!" Sheila said, suddenly coming to her senses.
"What about them? Aren't they in school?" Frank said, stopping his undressing actions for a second.
"Yes, but they'll be home in an hour. Oh God, if they ever knew that I..." Sheila started to say, then stopped short. She didn't want Frank to guess that there was something else besides normal female reluctance to non-marital fucking behind her speech.
"Don't worry," Frank whispered hotly as he buried his mouth and nose in the nape of her neck. "I'll be in and out of that hot little pussy of yours before they open the front door."
"UMMMMMM!" Sheila moaned, unable to argue any more. Five months without dick meat was long enough for any woman. She couldn't live like a nun for the rest of her life, no matter what had made her make that kind of promise to her sons. It was unfair. She was a normal woman with a strong sex drive. If her sons didn't like what she was about to do, they could -- "AIYEEEEEEE! OHHHH, FUCK MEEEEEE!" Sheila cried out wildly as her cunt started snapping and sucking in sexual frenzy.
"Ohhhh, baby. You're so -- fuckin' hot you're gonna cum just like this," Frank hissed in her ear as he slid his right hand down to her thigh and slowly hiked up her short black skirt.
"Don't!" Sheila wailed, backing away from him.
"You don't want to get fucked?" Frank cued out in disbelief.
Sheila's eyes opened wide in surprise, then narrowed with passion as she smiled coyly at him.
"I don't want to cum standing in the middle of a bedroom fully dressed," she corrected him. Sheila continued to smile at Frank, riveting her eyes on his throbbing crotch as she reached back and finished unbuttoning her blouse.
"Let me see those tits," Frank moaned as Sheila shrugged off her blouse and let it float lazily to the carpeted floor.
"Ummmm," the blonde groaned, teasingly reaching up and cupping her slender fingers around her big boobs. To her surprise, Sheila felt her snatch lips fly wide open when she squeezed her hot, throbbing knockers together. "OHHHH!" she cried out as her nipples tinged and twitched uncontrollably. She had to tear her tits out of her bra. It was too hot in those tight cups and they were burning up with sexual heat.
"That's it, babe. Let those jugs out," Frank groaned as Sheila fumbled for the snap to her bra.
"I can't!" she wailed in frustration as she searched for the snap.
"I'm not gonna wait all day," Frank hissed as he ran up to her and wrapped his powerful fingers around her bra cups. With one quick downward jerk he ripped the bra off Sheila's chest.
"OHHHHH!" the woman cried out as her tits flew into the air, then slapped down noisily on her body. Frank took them tenderly in his hands, running his thumbs lightly over her brown, stiffened tit tips as he mashed his mouth against hers.
"F-F-FUCK M-M-MEEEEE!" Sheila wailed, breaking away from Frank and feeling the edge of the bed touch the backs of her legs.
"Come on," Frank said, moving up quickly against her and wrapping his powerful arms around her waist. As he drove his tongue between her parted lips again, Frank reached down and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down past her firm thighs to the floor. Sheila stepped out of the pile of material and kicked it to the far corner of the bedroom as she continued to suck in more and more of the man's thick, hot tongue.
"MMMMMFGGGGGFFFF!" Sheila groaned happily as she felt Frank's fingers drive past the tight elastic leg band of her panties and snake through the damp, tight curls of her pussy. "Oh! OH! OHHHHHIEEEE!" Sheila shrieked as she felt his fingers sliding closer and closer to her highly sensitive snatch. Her cuntlips rubbed together automatically like lips smacking for a hot meal. Sheila had never felt this incredibly horny and uninhibited before in her life. She was ready for anything and anyone.
"Into the bed with you," Frank grunted as he pulled his fingers back out, then moved them quickly up to her waistband and yanked the panties down to her knees.
"Oh God, HURRY!" Sheila pleaded as she stepped out of her panties and rolled onto the groaning bed.
"Jesus!" Frank whispered as he stared for a few seconds at Sheila's writhing body. The blonde snaked across the king-sized bed, grinding her thighs together and milking her snatchlips against one another with her fingers as she dug her heels and head into the bed. The man unzipped his Levi's and pushed them down to the floor.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Sheila groaned as she opened her eyes and saw the jerking bulge in his white cotton shorts. A tiny dark stain was slowly growing at what Sheila guessed was the tip of Frank's ten-inch dick. His cock was drooling as excitedly as her pussy.
"It's been a while since I've fucked a hot snatch," Frank said excitedly as he drove his thumbs under his jockeys and slid them down to the floor. Sheila gasped again as his dick sprang free from its tight cotton prison and bobbed lazily in the air. Sheila closed her eyes and pictured how all the hot, white jizz would be spraying out of the tiny hole in his cock, blasting down deep into her ravaged pussy. "Let's see just how hot you are," Frank said as he walked to the edge of the bed and reached down toward her pussy.
"AHHH! OHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Sheila wailed as Frank began to work his fingers over her plump, hot cuntlips. He milked them together with his powerful fingers, rubbing the puffy edges together as he reached up with his thumb and trailed the callused skin over Sheila's twitching, blood-filled clit.
"Babe! Babe!" Frank groaned as he strummed her clit like a hot, tight guitar string.
"AIYEEEEE!" Sheila screamed. She found herself squirming more frenziedly on the bed, digging her sweaty asscheeks into the wrinkled top sheet. Her legs flew up in the air and kicked wildly as she begged for Frank's big cock.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Sheila cried over and over as the man continued to massage her aching, throbbing clit.
"I can't take much more of this," Frank groaned as he backed off and unbuttoned his shirt. Sheila stopped her bucking for a second and watched as Frank revealed his muscular, hairy chest. She felt her skin tinge deliciously as she thought of how the man's skin would feel ripping across her swollen tits.
"OHHHHH, GODDDD!" Sheila groaned as Frank rolled onto the bed and crawled slowly between her widely splayed knees. Torrents of steaming cunt juice flowed freely from between her swollen, reddened pussylips while her stiff nipples tingled and ached for a pair of lips to suck them off into relief.
"AHHH, FUCK MEEEE! FUCKIN' JEEEEESUS, FUCK MEEEE!" Sheila cried out crazily as Frank bent down and cupped his lips tightly around her hard right nipple.
Sheila threw her thighs in the air as she felt the man draw the nipple into his mouth and flick his tongue over the long nubbin. At the same time, Frank ran the fingers of his right hand slowly up and down Sheila's fluttering cuntlips, teasing the woman nearly out of her mind.
"NOOOOO! YESSSSS! NOOOOOO!" Sheila shrieked mindlessly. She wanted him to grab her clit and pound on it like a crazy man. But all Frank did was run his hands up to the miniature organ, then back away just before touching the incredibly sensitive mound of hot flesh.
"OHHHH! OHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" Sheila wailed as Frank spat but her right tit and clamped his lips over her left one. He sank his teeth gently into the taut flesh, stuffing as much tit skin into his mouth as he could with his left hand while he continued to drive her crazy with his clit-teasing right.
"DON'T! DON'T!" Sheila protested as Frank suddenly let go of her tit.
"Babe, there's more where that came from," he grunted as he began to slide his thick, wet lips down her heaving belly. Sheila felt her skin glow with lust as he came down to her navel and dug his tongue deeply into the tiny hole. Then Frank slid lower and lower, until Sheila felt her snatch lips stretching up to meet his swirling tongue.
"OHHHHH, NOOOOOO!" Sheila groaned as she felt Frank's tongue begin to snake through the thick, blonde bush of cunthairs that surrounded her quivering twatlips. She felt the tongue swirl around her beating clit, licking teasingly at the sparking organ for a few seconds while Frank's fingers toyed lazily with her wiry cunthairs.
"GODDD! DO S-S-SOMETHINGGGG!" Sheila cried out, arching her back and tossing her ass high into the air once more. She felt her cuntal walls rubbing together as her snatchlips sprang open again, begging and pleading for a thick, meaty cock.
"You asked for it," Frank grunted as he blew lightly against her throbbing clit.
"WOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out as she threw her arms into the air, then brought them down on top of Frank's head and drove it into her crotch.
"MGFFFFF!" he groaned, losing his breath as he felt Sheila's fleshy, sweaty thighs clamp tightly around his face.
"FUCK MEEEEE!" she cried out again, driving the man's head harder and harder against her aching pussy.
"Try this," Frank mumbled as he opened his mouth and closed his thick lips around her tiny knob. Sheila felt the world explode into white, blinding lights as he started sucking at her erect clit. She heard explosions go off in her ear as Frank tongued and sucked at her sparking, beating clit.
Sheila shrieked, bucking like a wild horse on the groaning bed.
"Wooooooeeeeee! You're a hot one to fuck! I think I want to drag this out a little bit before we blow off!" Frank gasped as he pulled his head free of Sheila's grabbing snatch.
"Don't! Don't leave me like this," she panted, opening her eyes in disbelieving honor.
"Shut that mouth and use it a little better by sucking me off," Frank said as he crawled up higher.
Sheila wanted him to bury his dick in her snatch now. Every nerve ending in her crotch was fibbed raw now and ached for relief. But she didn't have any right to bring herself off when Frank wanted a little pleasure with her mouth. She could wait. Or at least Sheila prayed that she could.
"Take the whole fuckin' rod," Frank grunted as he moved his knees to either side of her heaving chest. Sheila looked up at the dark-red prick and watched the thick veins throb wildly with passion. Droplets of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit, and his heavy, hanging balls contracted with each cock-jerk. Sheila smacked her lips hungrily as Frank inched down and shoved his dickhead against her mouth.
"MMMMMMM!" the woman groaned as she reached up and slowly slid her right hand down the long, thick shaft toward Frank's muscular belly. She ran it through the thick matting of cock hair until her fingers began to knead the hard, hot flesh of his belly. Rivulets of sweat trickled off Frank's heaving butt, matting down the forest of crotch hair that bushed around the base of his throbbing rod as Sheila's hands crawled hungrily over his skin. They dug into his thighs, sending Frank into a frenzy of lust as he arched his powerful back and drove his prick deep into Sheila's sucking mouth.
"UHHHHH!" he cried out as she slid her mouth up and down half of Frank's cock. She thought her jaws would break apart from the incredible thickness of his dick, but gradually Sheila felt her mouth loosening up and accepting more and more of the groaning man's ramming cock.
"OHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out, throwing her head back and releasing the hunching man's prick from her lips. She moved her head down quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it slowly up the tough, wrinkled skin of Frank's swaying balls. At the same time Sheila reached down and grabbed her snatchlips with both hands, pulling them apart and stabbing her fingers deep into her hot hole for relief. She didn't know how long she could keep her pussy from exploding into brain-ripping contractions. Sheila wanted Frank's cock shooting its load into her fuck tunnel. But she couldn't hold out much longer.
"UNNNGHHHHHH!" Frank cried out again. Sheila felt his prick bouncing against her cheeks as she continued to slather the man's fuck sacs with her hot spit.
"I don't want you cumming all over my face," Sheila said, popping the balls out of her mouth and sliding back up the bed.
"You could eat my cock all day," Frank groaned as he moved back down the bed. Sheila closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she felt Frank slide his hands under her squirming ass and hike her legs high into the air. This was it! For the first time in five long months, her itching pussy was finally going to be scratched by a drooling, hot prick.
"Goddamn it!" Frank suddenly said, dropping her legs and rolling back from her twat.
"What is it?" Sheila groaned.
"The fuckin' phone. You'd better answer it," he said frustratedly as he climbed off the bed.
"The hell with them!" Sheila shrieked, thrashing on the bed like a crazed snake. She didn't care if the Pope was calling. All she could think of was the incredible heat and ache that was clawing at her snatch.
"It could be important," Frank said, wrapping his fingers tightly around his dick in an effort to bring it down soft again.
Sheila watched him and sighed in disappointment. He was right. Besides, they could get back to business as soon as she got rid of whoever was calling her.
"Don't jack off." Sheila said as she rolled off the bed and started toward the doorway. She almost collapsed on the floor from sexual weakness as her knees quivered under her.
"This'll be hot and ready for you when you get back," Frank said, grinning at her as she ran out into the hall.
Chapter Two
"Mrs. Kane? This is the vice-principal at Hoover High School. I hate to call you again about the same thing, but John's been in a fight," the man said sympathetically over the phone.
"Oh, noooo. Was he hurt?" Sheila asked as her heart pounded away in honor.
"No. In fact, the other boy took a pretty bad beating. Your other son Bob came in and helped his brother. Then other boys joined, and, well, before you know it..."
"I know, I know," Sheila groaned. The old scandal was following them wherever they moved.
This was the second high school her sons had been placed in since the divorce, and it was no better than the first.
"According to school rules, the parents must come down to pick up their children after an event like this. Counseling and all that, if you know what I mean," the vice-principal said softly. Sheila began to feel that the man was sounding more like an obscene caller than a school official.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," Sheila said as she tried to control the fire racing through her snapping snatch. "Just keep them on ice for a while."
"Will do, Mrs. Kane. See you soon," the man mumbled in the receiver, as Sheila hung up.
"Damn!" the blonde said, banging her fist against the coffee table. She hated people for following her and her sons wherever they went and bringing up an ugly past event. Sheila prayed that people would forget. But they seemed to enjoy taunting them into corners until all they could do was lash out.
"Hey, forget about me?" Frank called out from the top of the stairs.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Sheila said, suddenly remembering why her pussy was aching so much. "That was the school. I've got to run down there and pick up my sons. They've been in a fight," Sheila said as she turned and ran up the stairs.
"Hey, not so fast. They'll keep," Frank said as Sheila stepped up to the top landing.
"But I can't keep them in the vice-principal's office all day," Sheila said softly as she felt Frank's powerful, hairy arms wrap around her slender waist.
"Why not for a few minutes more? Besides, if they've been fighting, they need a few minutes to sit down quietly and get themselves together before you get there. And I guarantee you that you'll be in a hell of a more receptive mood once I take care of this," Frank said, reaching down and squeezing her snatchlips together.
"OHHHH, YESSSSS!" Sheila groaned, closing her dyes and hunching against Frank's powerful body. She felt the full length of his thickly veined cock slide up and down her drooling gash. Sheila knew that she couldn't even think of driving to her sons' high school until her prospective boarder fucked her brains out.
"Then come on," Frank groaned, taking her by the hand and leading her back to the bedroom.
Sheila moved like a mechanical doll, her eyes riveted on Frank's twitching cock and contracting balls. Everything vanished for her except the man's dick and the mind-bending cunt flutterings that grew increasingly powerful with every passing second.
"AHHHHHH!" Sheila gasped as she rolled onto the bed and hiked her legs high in the air. She looked hungrily at Frank as he crawled on top of her. Her nipples poked angrily up at his face as her swollen tits heaved up and down on her panting chest. Sheila's slender, firm body was covered with a sea of sweat and spit as she wriggled on the bed, begging the man to fuck her. Frank leaned forward, extending his arms and putting them on either side of her shoulders as he bumped the swollen, purple tip of his jerking prick against her asscheeks.
"UMMMMM!" Sheila groaned as she reached between her trembling thighs to grab his cock in her hand. She used the other hand to spread her pussylips wide apart.
"Ohhhh, God!" Frank groaned as he closed his eyes tightly and hunched forward.
Sheila grunted back and rubbed the pulsating, purple cockhead over her soft, trembling cunt. She covered his cock with a thick layer of her hot twat juice that poured freely out of her hole.
"OH NOW! NOW! OH FUCKIN' JEEEESUS, NOWWWWW!" Sheila cried out, hunching forward desperately. Frank inhaled sharply, then hunched his powerful thighs forward, aiming directly at her parted, quivering snatchlips. Slowly he drove forward until the tip of his purple, tightly stretched cockhead barely touched Sheila's juice slick cuntal membranes.
"OHHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out, feeling her cuntlips spring more widely apart. "IN! IN! IN!" she groaned, feeling her pussy suck in thin air.
"Okay, babe," Frank groaned as he backed away for a second, then drove his dick in like a ramming torpedo.
"AIYEEEEE!" Sheila shrieked as she felt her swollen cuntlips stretch apart and clamp over the man's invading prick. As the knob slid in, Sheila's hot labes closed over it.
"JEEEEEEESUS!" Frank cried out between tightly clenched teeth as inch after steaming inch sank slowly down into Sheila's sucking snatch.
"MORE! M-M-MORE!" Sheila cried out, rotating her sweaty asscheeks slowly in the air. She screwed her thighs up as her cunt swallowed and gulped more and more of Frank's driving cock. The man began to rotate his ass in the opposite direction, reaming out her tight fuck tunnel like an oil drill. Sheila groaned and screamed like a wounded animal, wondering just how long it would take Frank to push the full length of his throbbing dick into her pussy.
"G-G-GOOOOOOOOOD!" Sheila moaned as she reached up and squeezed her tits for relief.
"UGGGGHHHHH!" Frank answered as he dropped his head on his chest and drove his prick harder into Sheila's waiting twat.
The blonde felt his spongy, hot cockhead reaming and sinking farther and farther into her gut. Sheila tossed her head from side to side in unspeakable ecstasy as Frank pushed the final hot, hard, thick inches into her pussy. Strands of blonde hair clung to her parted mouth and inflamed nostrils as Frank reached up and brushed Sheila's hands away from her tits. That was his job, and he wasn't about to let her take care of it for him.
"NNNNGHHHHHH!" Sheila moaned, feeling her nipples squeezed tightly between Frank's fingers.
"Rub my balls, bitch!" Frank moaned as he raised his ass and yanked his cock almost completely out of her cunt before he fell forward again and jammed his dick all the way up her juicing snatch.
Sheila tried to pull her mind together. She felt everything around her exploding into a brightly lit, cunt-juice-smelling cloud that gradually surrounded her. All she could think of was her stuffed, twitching snatch and her itching nipples. Sheila ground her teeth together and brought herself back to reality as she reached forward and around her upturned thighs until she felt the hot, leathery sac of Frank's balls. Gently she cupped his balls in her palms as the man groaned, sweated and fucked.
"OH GOD! GODDDDD!" Sheila shrieked as Frank's cock ripped through her sucking cunt. She almost flew off the bed as the man's thick dick hammered against her erect, throbbing clit. It slammed down harder and harder as he raised his head and clamped his lips around her stiff nipples.
"SHIT! I'M GONNA CUM!" Frank yelled out suddenly as he started to slam his dick in desperately.
"OH NO! NOT YET! NOT YET! OH GOD, NOT YET!" Sheila wailed desperately as she pumped her sucking cunt up and down, milking Frank's sinking dick. She could feel the man's cock swell up enormously in her pussy as his hard, sweating body trembled as if he were gripped in some kind of fit. "OH GOD, WAIT FOR MEEEEEE!" Sheila pleaded as she felt his cock jerking wildly inside her. She knew from the sensations inside her snatch that she was almost to the peak. If Frank could only hold his load for a few seconds more, the two of them would be bucking in time in a sympathetic cum.
"NOW! NOW! NOWWWWWW! ARRRGHHHHH!" Frank screamed as he slammed his hairy, hard body against Sheila's and ground his quivering flesh against her flattened nipples.
"OHHHHH! YESSSSS! AHHHHHHH!" Sheila shrieked as she felt the first hot jets of scalding, sticky rich cum spurt and squirt deep into her cunt. That was the final trigger she needed. Sheila's eyes flew open and she felt her eyeballs roll back into her head as a tidal wave of orgasm pushed up from her belly and crashed against her beating clit. Wave after wave of cum racked her pussy, making her snatch walls grip Frank's shooting, spraying dick like a vise.
"WAWWWWWHHHH! WOWWWWWHHHHHH! AIYEEEEE!" Sheila shouted and wailed as she thrashed and flailed helplessly on the bed. It felt as if the entire world were exploding with her as her snatch clenched the man's dick. It held the squirming, spraying cock-meat tightly as wads of jizz oozed out from between her gripping cuntlips and trickled down to the sheet.
"Oh God, goooood," Sheila groaned and grunted as the contractions became less frequent and severe. She felt every ounce of energy drain out of her as the last wad of fuck juice shot out of Frank's slowly softening dick.
"You're one hell of a fuck!" Frank gasped as he reached up and gently lowered her legs to the bed.
"Well, when you haven't had a dick in your cunt for over five months, you're bound to..." Sheila started to say.
"Five months! What the hell's been going on?" Frank said in disbelief.
Sheila felt her face flush as she looked at the surprised man. Now she'd have to tell him the whole story. It was useless to lie. Frank would find out anyway.
"It was a promise I gave to my sons shortly after my divorce," Sheila began, sitting up and tucking her long, slender legs under her ass.
"But why?" Frank asked, puzzled that an attractive, firm-titted blonde like Sheila would dream of swearing off sex even for a day, let alone five months!
"It was because of what happened with my marriage. Maybe you don't recognize me by the name of Kane. I changed back to my maiden name after the divorce to get away from all the creeps and scandal-seekers. Does the name Perrara sound familiar?" Sheila asked, looking closely at Frank's reaction.
"You don't mean you're the same woman who got caught running all those sex parties?" Frank asked in surprise.
"The same one," Sheila said softly, feeling her face burning bright red as she lowered her head in shame.
"Hey, don't feel that bad about it. I was one of the guys who felt you got a raw deal," Frank said sympathetically, reaching out and stroking her cheek lightly with his hand.
"It was! It was!" Sheila suddenly cried out, brushing the tears from her eyes and clenching her fingers together into two tight fists. "My husband and everybody else in the neighborhood was just as involved in it as me. But they all pretended to be shocked when the story broke out. Nobody admitted they'd ever come to my house for those kind of parties. They all said I must have gotten my people from out of town. The papers bought it and crucified me!" Sheila wailed, covering her face with her hands.
"But it's all over now," Frank said softly.
"That's what you think. My sons have been fighting their way through school literally since the divorce. Wherever we go, people sneer and make dirty jokes about us. They even say that I fucked my own sons," Sheila said, trying to fight down another problem that was bothering her lately. It was probably because of her lack of cockmeat lately, but she'd been looking at John's and Bob's crotches lately with more than motherly curiosity.
"That was what the phone call was about?" Frank asked tenderly.
"Oh, it's only one of a hundred I've gotten since the story broke," Sheila said with a touch of fatigue in her voice as she swung her legs around and jumped off the bed. "You know, what's funny is that my husband had to force me into accepting sex parties. I wanted to play the straight housewife bit. But no, Ray had to experiment with other women, and felt less guilty if I were along," Sheila continued as she walked to the adjoining bathroom and grabbed a towel, wiping up the cooling jizz that was oozing out of her slackening cuntlips and down her thighs.
"So, a lot of people do that," Frank said, shrugging his shoulders as he watched Sheila dab her crotch hairs dry.
"Oh sure. But this was different. Ray was a social climber as well as a sex fanatic. We had the best people in this town over -- the mayor, council members and their wives or whores -- or both," Sheila said, shaking her head slowly as she threw the towel on the floor and turned toward the shower stall.
"Whew!" Frank whistled. "All the big-wigs."
"You bet. And after a while, I began to look forward to those parties more than Ray did. Of course, we kept it from the boys. They never suspected what was going on when we sent them off to my sister's place in Bakersfield," Sheila continued as she turned on the hot water. "Then one of the councilmen's wives got a little loose with her mouth. The papers got wind of what was going on and started doing a little snooping. It didn't take them long to find out what was going on."
"Then why didn't everybody sink with you?" Frank asked as he walked slowly into the bathroom and stood behind Sheila, rubbing his soft, dangling cock against her smooth ass.
"Money. Oh, a few political figures went down the tubes with me. But the really important ones bought up the investigation. In the end, I looked like a cheap hooker who ran a sleazy cathouse for out-of-town salesmen. My husband just about had to divorce me to keep his job and social position," Sheila said bitterly as she adjusted the water temperature, then stepped into the stall.
"And your sons asked you to swear off sex after they found out about the whole mess," Frank concluded as he stepped in with Sheila and reached up to milk her hanging tits.
"Ummmm, yes. I thought I saw their point for a while. But Christ, it wasn't my fault. If I'm guilty of anything, it's stupidity. I should have fought for my rights, but -- OHHHHH!" Sheila cried suddenly as she felt the man's wet, soapy hand slide into her tightening pussy.
"Hey, I think you're ready to go again," Frank said, opening his eyes in surprise as he continued to finger the tender walls of Sheila's spasming cunt.
"Don't! DON'T!" Sheila protested, backing away from the man and pressing her ass hard against the wall of the shower. "I've got to pick up my sons."
"Hmmmm. Okay for now. But I can't guarantee what I'll do once I'm renting from you," Frank said, flashing a broad smile at Sheila.
"Just mind your manners," she said, laughing suddenly and throwing herself against Frank as she felt his cock slowly stiffen and rise against her clit and her hot cuntlips.
It was almost an hour and a half since the call from the vice-principal when Sheila walked into the school office, looking far her sons. The room was empty except for the attendance secretary and a student helper who was working the telephone switchboard.
"Excuse me. I'm Mrs. Kane. The vice-principal called me a little while ago about my sons," Sheila said nervously as she walked up to the counter and leaned against it. Sheila couldn't help it, but whenever she went any place, she felt as if everyone were staring at her and judging her. She felt this way now as the secretary looked up from a pile of papers and narrowed her eyes.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Kane. I think Mr. Taddeo is expecting you. Please have a seat, and I'll see if he's in," the middle-aged woman said crisply as she got up from her chair and strode over to a door on her right.
"Mrs. Kane to see you, sir," the woman announced through a crack in the doorway.
Sheila watched as the door almost flew open and a tall, thin, graying man walked out and smiled grimly at her. Almost at once Sheila felt intimidated by him and the secretary. It was as if she were on trial, and anything she said would automatically send her sprinting to the gallows.
"I'd hoped you would have come sooner," the man began, motioning her to step forward. "But that's all right. John and Bob are in the gym now, working off their -- uh, frustration in the pool. I thought it'd be a good idea while we talked. Miss Jones, please hold all my calls for a while," the vice-principal said as he backed into his office and waved Sheila forward.
"I hate to be so much trouble," Sheila said as the man shut the door behind her and moved around to the rear of his desk.
"Not at all," he said, sitting down and folding his hands together.
Sheila stood in front of his desk for what seemed like an hour of silence, staring into his cold, blue eyes. For a man of his age, the boys' vice-principal was a handsome, trim-looking man.
In other circumstances, Sheila wouldn't have minded if he made a serious pass at her. But this was in a high school office. And her sons were in trouble, probably because they were fighting in defense of her. This wasn't the time to be thinking about fucking, and she resented the "Come on, I want to jam my prick into you" look the man was giving her now.
"Mrs. Kane. I know what John and Bob were fighting about, and I'm sorry that something like that just can't be forgotten so quickly," he began, rocking back in his chair as he smoothed down his handsome gray hair and stared hotly at her protruding tits.
"Mister-uh," Sheila started to say, wondering what his name was.
"Just call me Joe," he said, smiling greasily at her.
"Please, I just want to take my sons home and give them a good lecture," Sheila said a little nervously. She wanted to make sure that there wasn't a trace of lust in her voice. He was sniffing the air for vaporized snatch juice and listening for the slightest hint of passion in her speech. He'd leap at her like a wolf if he noticed the slightest bit of interest on her part.
"Understandably. But this isn't the first time your sons have been caught fighting," the man said, obviously disappointed that Sheila wasn't the loose slut everybody thought she was.
"Can you blame them, though?" Sheila asked desperately. She was leaning on the desk top now, her face flushed with anger and shame. "Let's cut all this crap. We both know why they've been in so much trouble, and personally I'm sick of it! I know you think I was going to hike my skirt up and shove my snatch in your face so you could chew away until the Second Coming!"
"Mrs. Kane!" the vice-principal said, shocked and a little frightened by Sheila's sudden outburst.
"Well, whatever you and the rest of your damned friends think, I'm no whore!"
"Please, Mrs. Kane," the vice-principal pleaded, obviously sorry now that he'd bothered to call her.
"And as for my sons, I'm taking them out of this piss-hole of a school and putting them into a private one. At least maybe there they'll find peace away from creeps like you and your precious other students!" Sheila almost shrieked at him as she reached behind her and tore open the door.
"OHHHHHH!" the secretary cried as she fell to the office.
"Sorry to spoil your fun," Sheila said dryly as she stepped over the prostrate secretary and headed for the hall.
"Mrs. Kane! Mrs. Kane!" the vice-principal called out desperately.
But Sheila refused to turn around. Something had snapped in her mind back in the office. She wasn't going to lie around like some kind of floor mat, begging people not to spit on her. This was a new Sheila -- one that didn't care what other people thought. It had started that afternoon with Frank fucking the shit out of her -- first in the bedroom, and later in the shower. If people didn't like what she did, they could pound salt -- or anything else they wanted. As for her, Sheila was going to enjoy herself -- and hold her head up in public, no matter what anybody said about her and her sons.
"Hey, Mom!" she heard one of her sons call out from behind her. Sheila stopped in the hall and closed her eyes. She felt ripples of sexual excitement sweep over her slowly stiffening clit as she heard the sounds of two pairs of feet running up behind her. Sheila didn't know if she was liberated enough yet to start seducing her own sons.
"Hey, wait up!" she heard her other son call after his brother.
Sheila turned around to greet her sons, and felt her heart contract suddenly as she watched the handsome boys approaching.
Chapter Three
"Mom, we're sorry!" John gasped breathlessly as he stopped in front of his mother.
"Honest, Mom," Bob echoed his brother as he ran up behind him.
"But those kids..." John started to say.
Sheila narrowed her eyes and tried to look angry as the two boys panted in front of her. They were like two young lions, their curly blond hair hanging in their eyes as they waited for her to say something.
"I swear, I don't know who to yell at first. I think God cursed me when he gave me twins," Sheila said, but she couldn't help but break out into a broad smile.
"See, Bobby? I told you she wouldn't mind all that much," John said as he smiled back at his mother.
Sheila felt as if she could drop on her back and spread her legs apart right in the school hallway. Bob and John were as ruggedly handsome as their father, and just as wild. At first glance, they looked a lot alike. But on closer inspection, one could see major differences. Both boys had tight, compact bodies, and their chests were covered with thick blond hair. But John had dark-brown eyes that seemed to smolder with lust every second of the day, while Bob's blue eyes sparkled with mischief and adventure.
John was two minutes older than his brother, and as a result, he always took the lead whenever the two of them were together. He acted like the older brother, and Bob accepted it gracefully, never bucking against the authority his brother laid on him occasionally.
Sheila was proud of both boys. They excelled scholastically and athletically in school and always managed to be popular with the girls as well as their male peers -- that is, until the scandal broke and they became the butt of every filthy joke their former friends could think of.
"Come on boys. We're going home," Sheila said as she took a quick glance at the school office and headed for the front door.
"Hey, Mom. What's wrong?" John said as he followed his mother out to the front steps.
"I'm just tired of all the flak we've been taking. This is the end of the spring semester, anyway. You're both through with your finals, aren't you?" Sheila asked as she opened the door to her car.
"Sure. We're just windin' up some classes," Bob said as he crawled into the rear seat after his brother.
"Well, you're both going to finish up your senior year at a private school," Sheila said, slamming the car door angrily and starting up the engine quickly. She wanted to get away from the school building as soon as possible.
"Why?" both her sons asked.
"Let's just say that I'm at the end of my rope with people who've got nothing better to do than sneer at me and make you fight," Sheila said, fighting back the tears as she tried to keep the car steady.
"But how are you going to afford it?" John asked after several minutes of silence had passed.
"I'm-I'm not sure. I just started taking in boarders," Sheila said, smiling as she felt her snatch warm up again.
"Well, I guess you had to do something," Bob said, sighing deeply. "Dad just isn't coming over with the alimony, is he?"
"No. The support payments for both of you come in like the tide, but my money goes begging," Sheila said bitterly as she turned the car onto her street.
"But that'll just keep us barely alive," John said.
"Just let me think," Sheila said, turning into the drive. "But I'm not going to have you finish your schooling in a social battle ground," Sheila swore determinedly.
"Wow! We've got a general for a mother!" John said as he climbed out of the car.
"Yeah. A regular Patton," Bob said, winking slyly at Sheila as he ran into the house after his brother.
"God!" Sheila said as she leaned against the parked car and stared after her sons. She felt her cunt burning out of control as she watched their muscular asses disappear into the house. Frank had poked her snatch into action with his dick. Now it rippled almost continually with lust, aching for miles and miles of hot dickmeat. And the pricks it wanted now were those of her own sons!
"Where are you going?" Sheila asked as John ran down the stairs and opened the front door. "It's almost ten o'clock," she said, glancing at the wall clock in the living room.
"Over to Fred Jordan's. He's my only friend now," John said a little sadly.
Sheila sighed, and nodded for him to go. She couldn't deny him anything now. It was because of her and her husband that both her sons had lost almost all their friends. She couldn't keep them from hanging around with the few who continued to stick with them.
"What about Bobby?" Sheila asked.
"Oh, he's upstairs asleep, I think. He's pretty bushed out -- the fight and all. I've got to run now, Mom," John said as he backed quickly out of the house.
"And don't stay out too late," Sheila said, feeling her pulse racing. Alone in the house with her youngest son. The idea excited the hell out of her. She suddenly felt like a woman just about to become the mistress of some stud.
"Bobby?" Sheila called out from the bottom of the stairs.
There was no answer. John was probably right. He was asleep. Sheila told herself there was no harm in her going into his room to make sure he was all right. She felt her knees turn rubbery as she climbed the stairs and walked toward her youngest son's bedroom. The door was opened slightly, and Sheila reached forward and pushed it completely back.
"Bobby?" she whispered softly into the darkened room.
All she could hear was the even breathing of her sleeping son. Sheila knew she should step out of the room and go back downstairs. But the blonde stared at her young son, lying sprawled across his bed. The shade was up, and the moonlight streamed into the room and reflected off Bobby's naked body. It was the first time Sheila had seen him naked since he'd matured, and the sight took her breath away. Her eyes shot down to his crotch and she saw a forest of thickly matted blond pubic hair bushing above an incredibly hefty cock. Sheila tiptoed forward, moving until she was only inches away from his muscular right leg. She saw that his cock was a smooth spear, unblemished by knobby veins or a wrinkled foreskin. Its head was almost perfectly rounded except at the base, where it flared out like a big mushroom cap.
"Jesus!" Sheila cried out softly as she felt her nipples twitch and tingle under her bathrobe. She could hardly breathe as her cunt contracted and spasmed. Juice dripped out of her steaming hole as Sheila slowly unfastened her bathrobe and let it slip off her shoulders to the floor. She couldn't control herself any more. She was going to seduce her own son right now before she could have any second thoughts about it.
"Bobby!" Sheila called out as she reached down and started trailing her fingers lightly across his soft, long dick.
"Mmmmmm," the boy moaned in his sleep as Sheila reached the thick base of his cock. Her heart jumped up in her throat as his prick began to twitch and stiffen under her light massaging.
"Bobby, Bobby, Bobby," Sheila repeated in a soft, husky voice while she stroked her son's cock into a full erection. The boy was still asleep, but was growing restless under Sheila's cock-stroking. "Ohhhhh," Sheila moaned as she felt the slippery coating of cock juice that began to ooze around the boy's prickhead. Her body trembled while her pussy grew hotter and hotter. "Ummmmmmm," Sheila groaned again. Her snatch was steaming like an iron and growing wetter while her tits were driving her crazy. She prayed that Bobby would wake up and attack her like a crazed sex maniac.
"Ummmm," Bobby groaned again, waking up slowly and opening his eyes. He smiled at first, then suddenly realized what was happening and sat up quickly. "Mom! Mom, what's going on?" he cried out.
"Oh God, Bobby. I can't help it. I want your cock! I want your dick in my snatch now," Sheila whispered desperately, still stroking her son's dick.
"Don't!" Bobby said, reaching down and trying to yank Sheila's hand from his jerking cock. "Don't you remember what you promised us?" Bobby wailed as his cock jerked frenziedly under Sheila's expert massaging.
"I don't care. It wasn't fair of you both to make me swear to something like that. Besides, what happened wasn't all my fault. You know that," Sheila pleaded, noticing that Bobby's protests were growing weaker as she twisted and swirled her fingers around his hot, throbbing dong.
"Maybe not, but I'm your own son," the boy cried as Sheila dug her little finger into his piss-slit, drawing up more of the sticky fluid.
"That makes it more exciting," Sheila said, sliding her hand down under the base of Bobby's cock to the boy's hot balls. She watched her son close his eyes and wince in delight as she squeezed the leathery sac gently with her caressing hand.
"Ohhhh, Mom," Bobby moaned, falling back on the bed and wriggling slowly across the sheet.
"Oh God!" Sheila responded. This was more than she had expected. Sheila thought Bobby would curse her; would stand up on the bed and slap her to the floor. She thought she'd have one hell of a time convincing him to fuck her. But this was too easy to believe. It took all of a few minutes to turn her son into a pleading, moaning, sex-crazed stud. She wondered how long it would take John to fall.
"Please, come down here so I can -- FUCK YOU!" Bobby cried out suddenly as he reached up and wrapped his powerful hands around her waist.
"UGH!" Sheila cried out as she crashed to the bed.
Before she knew what was happening, Sheila felt her son spread her legs apart as far as he could and inch up toward her steaming snatch. Bobby's knees brushed the upper inner surfaces of her sweating thighs as he leaned forward and ran his tongue up her naked belly. Up it went, licking over her hot skin until it banged up against the bottoms of her swelling, twitching tits.
"OHHHHH!" Sheila cried as Bobby's sensuous tongue slopped up and down between her heaving boobs. Suddenly she felt the boy's mouth slide up from her cleavage and inch over to the nippled end of her right tit. Sheila held her breath as she felt Bobby's lips brush across the taut, brown nipple, then clamp tightly around the hard nubbin and suck wildly at it.
"AHHH! OHHHH! SUCK IT! SUCK IT!" Sheila cried as she felt electric flashes of sexual heat rip loose from her tits and shoot down to her juicy pussy. "AIYEEEEEE! AIYEEEEEEE!" Sheila screeched crazily as she felt her clit swell and beat in sympathy to Bobby's insistent, hard tit-sucking.
"MMMGFFFFFF!" Bobby cried, refusing to let go of the hard nipple.
Sheila continued to scream and moan as she felt her son's teeth nibble gently on the hard, brown skin while her tongue lashed back and forth over her nipple. She reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around his jerking cock, milking it frenziedly with one hand while she rolled his hot balls from side to side with the other. The two of them moaned loudly, and Sheila was afraid that maybe she was rocketing him too quickly toward climax. She was hot, but not that hot. She wanted to feel her tits fly off and her box clamp down shut on her son's dick like the jaws of a shark when she came.
"Jesus, Mom! Fuck, don't do that! I swear I'll cum all over your tits if you keep jacking me off like that," Bobby said as he pushed Sheila's hands away.
Sheila let go of the cock reluctantly, moving her hands down her belly to her puffy cuntlips and stroking the sensitive, fluttering flaps gently with her fingertips. She felt her snatchlips sputter like exposed electric wires with each stroke she gave them. Her cunt smoldered with sexual fire, while her asscheeks quivered and sweated with anticipation. The unbearable ache in her clit was driving her up the wall.
"MY CLIT! MY CLIT!" Sheila shrieked as she drove her fingers deep into her snapping twat, then slid them up until she gripped her tiny stiff mound of sparking flesh and jerked it from one side to the other.
"I'll take care of that," Bobby said huskily as he lowered his head again, inching backward on the bed until his mouth was even with her hot cunt. "Shit, it's like sticking my head into a blast furnace," Bobby said as he reached forward and peeled back her fat, hot cuntlips with his fingers.
"UHHHHH! UNNNNHHHHHH!" Sheila cried wildly as she felt the cold air rush into her hot fuck tunnel. "OHHHH, G-G-GODDDDDDD!"
Bobby moaned as he threw his mother's legs higher into the air. He pushed his head between his mother's silky thighs, nuzzling through the tight curls on her quivering mound and opening his mouth wide. Sheila propped her head up and watched in heated fascination as her son closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Her pussy suddenly became electrically charged, sparking wildly as Bobby's tongue flicked teasingly at her wiry cunthairs.
Bobby chuckled deep in his throat as his mother dug her head and asscheeks deep into the groaning, sweat and cunt-juice-stained mattress. Then he dove forward even further, sinking his teeth into the swollen, fleshy lips. At the same time the boy jammed his pointed tongue into her trembling snatch. Sheila froze for a second, then broke out into a wild series of thrashing and twisting motions when she felt Bobby's tongue sliding across her throbbing clit. Sheila locked her legs around his neck and shoved his face against her bucking, feverish cunt in a burst of uncontrollable lust.
"DAMN IT! GODDAMN IT!" Bobby cried out, pulling his head out and wrapping his fingers tightly around his jerking cock. "I almost shot my load," he said, holding his spasming, pulsating cockhead tightly until he'd forced the jizz back down into his contracting, heavy balls.
"Oh, noooo! Don't! Not yet!" Sheila moaned as she stared hotly at her son's spasming cock. "Not yet!"
"But -- UHGGGGGHHHHH! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU NOW!" the boy cried in a sudden rage.
Sheila looked up and watched his young face twist with the rage of lust. She looked up and saw the huge, bulbous purple cockhead pulsating, drooling with drops of pre-cum, waiting to enter her. She could almost feel it pushing against her clenching cuntal walls as he shoved it deeper and deeper into her twat.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Sheila moaned as a signal.
She arched her hips until a small bit of his cockhead became embedded in the spongy, red folds of her outer labes. That small piece of prickhead sent flashes of indescribable heat up to her tits and brain. Sheila arched and bucked against Bobby, groaning that she wanted his dick inside her. All she could think of now was her son's jizz-dripping cockhead that was twitching and spasming between her outer cuntlips.
"ARRRGHHHHH! NOWWWWWW!" Sheila screamed.
"FUCK!" Bobby answered, squeezing his powerful asscheeks together and driving his cock into her cunt.
"WAWWWHHHHH! WAWWWWWHHHHHH!"
Sheila shrieked as she locked her ankles around Bobby's humping back. Once his cock was inside, Bobby partially yanked it out, then slammed it home again until his balls slapped noisily against Sheila's upturned asscheeks.
"Ohhh, yesssss!" Sheila hissed as she felt his smooth, bulbous cockhead shoving in and out of her hot hole. She wriggled around on the bed, working her son's thick cockhead deeper and deeper into her box as Bobby continued to shove forward and drive his long pole into his mother's sucking, trembling pussy.
"OHHHH, FUCK MEEEEEE!" Sheila cried as she felt Bobby's prickhead drive deeper into her quivering hole. Her cuntal walls closed tightly around the sinking shaft. She swallowed as much of the young boy's prick into her cunt as she could as she continued to beg for more and more of Bobby's throbbing dick.
"Mom! Mom!" Bobby groaned, hunching back and slowly pulling his cock out, only to drive it back in and grind his hairy crotch hard against her trembling pussylips. Her labes were being rubbed raw with every downward stroke and sideways grind. She felt her clit beating against her swollen, sore snatchlips until Sheila thought it would rip loose from the stretched, hot membranes.
"AIEEEEE!" Sheila shrieked suddenly as she felt her son reach between their bucking bodies and grab her soft cuntlips. As he squeezed them, Bobby flicked one finger over her erect clit. It spasmed more wildly than before, making her arch her back involuntarily as a series of cunt-ripping contractions shot quickly through her sucking snatch.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sheila kept repeating as she shoved her ass up. She took every hot, hard inch of Bobby's cock. Sheila loved the feeling of her son's heavy balls dangling down and slapping her butt. She began to match Bobby's hunching, bucking her ass up and down, slamming her puffy hot labes into her son's hard groin.
"ARRRRGHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Bobby groaned as he ground his ass on the downstroke so that he could chum his prick inside her raw, sucking snatch. Bobby collapsed completely on top of Sheila's squirming body, mashing in her hard nipples as Sheila tightened her arms around her son's neck and spread her legs as widely apart as she could.
"More! More!" Sheila grunted like an animal in Bobby's ear. She couldn't get enough of her son. He was ramming her cunt regularly now, his balls slapping noisily against her bouncing asscheeks as she thrashed like a mad woman on the bed.
"CUMMING! CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGGG!"
Bobby groaned as he dug his fingers into Sheila's sides and slammed his groin like a battering ram against her snatch.
"YESSSSS! YESSSSS!" Sheila answered him, feeling her own orgasm about to rocket through her box.
She looked up for the last time and saw Bobby throw back his head and open his mouth, letting out a strange, animal-like growl. The veins stood out in his throat as his body twitched jerkily. Sheila closed her eyes and felt herself fly off the bed as an explosion ripped through her thrashing body.
"AIYEEEE! WAWWWWWWHHHH!" Sheila wailed as she felt Bobby's cock begin to quiver wildly inside her mushy pussy.
She felt his cockmeat suddenly explode in her snatch, firing wads of sticky, thick jizz deep into her twat. The heat, the groans, the friction, the hot, wet feeling of cum spattering against the sides of her clenching cunt were the final triggers for her climax. She felt herself letting go of the world and sailing into the realm of climax as the first massive contraction ripped through her pussy.
"AIYEEEE! ARRRGGHHHHH! WAWWWWHHHHH! WAWWWWWHHHHH!" Sheila screeched out mindlessly as she tossed her thighs high into the air and drove her spasming pussy hard against Bobby's sweaty crotch. Wave after climactic wave of orgasm tore through her body as Sheila screamed, moaned and whimpered. She felt Bobby continue to drive his dick harder against her stretched-apart cuntlips as rivers of hot cam leaked out from between her labes.
"J-J-JEEESSU! UNNNGHHHH!" the boy groaned, tossing his head back and forth as he fired more fuck juice into his mother's clenching pussy.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" Sheila finally groaned as the last contraction swept over her pussy. The two of them finally collapsed into a pile of panting, sweaty flesh.
"Oh God, Mom, I don't think we should have..." Bobby began softly as he propped himself up on his hand and looked lovingly into his mother's soft blue eyes.
"Don't finish that!" Sheila said almost angrily, reaching up and clamping her right hand across Bobby's mouth.
"Why not?" Bobby asked, pulling his mother's hand away.
"We've been apologizing to people too long now," Sheila said, squeezing her cuntal walls together to milk the last of her son's jizm from his softening dick.
"But this isn't right, is it?" Bobby asked, looking curiously at his mother.
"And is it any more right for all those people to go hooting after us? I'm tired of apologizing to everybody. From now on, we're going to do what we want, when we want, and to hell with everybody!" Sheila said determinedly.
Bobby smiled at his mother, then bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"You're a real tiger, Mom," he said, backing away gently and pulling his limp prick slowly out of her protesting pussy. "John's gonna be real happy with you."
Sheila felt her heart leap up to her throat. Would she be able to fuck both sons?
"Is J-John..." Sheila stammered.
"We've talked about sex a lot lately. You know, what with the trouble at school and all, the girls haven't been exactly running up to us. And I've seen the way he's been looking at you," Bobby said, rolling off the bed and winking at Sheila before walking to the bathroom.
"But when...?" Sheila asked as Bobby walked out of the bedroom.
"Whenever you're ready for him. What about tonight?" Bobby said, turning around in the doorway.
Sheila looked at his long, limp prick and wondered what it would take to bring it back to full stiffness again. Then she thought of John and wondered what kind of cock dangled between his powerful legs. Was it as long as Bobby's? Longer? Thicker? She felt her pulse quicken with excitement and expectation.
"Don't worry. I won't butt in on the first time with him," Bobby said, chuckling softly as he turned around and walked into the hall. "But don't rule out the possibility of taking the two of us on some day."
Sheila felt her cunt spasm and her tits tingle as she thought about her sons' pricks burrowing and screwing deeper and deeper into her bucking body simultaneously. It was more than any mother could ask for.
Chapter Four
Bobby left the house an hour later, wishing his mother fuck with his brother John. Sheila wondered about the mother/son relationship changing so quickly in her family. Suddenly Bobby was treating her as an equal. She felt more like a girlfriend than a mother.
Sheila walked slowly over to the bar and poured herself a tall vodka and soda, staring at her image in the large minor hanging over the counter. She looked at her big titties that hadn't begun to sag in the slightest. Not bad for thirty-five, Sheila thought to herself.
She glanced up at the wall clock to the right of the mirror and saw that it was midnight. Sheila wondered where John was. She knew his friend Fred Jordan. He was a pleasant enough boy and completely dependable and honest. Still it was late, and Sheila would have preferred to have John in the house.
She took a large drink from her glass, then sat down on the couch to wait until her son came home. Sheila was wearing her short, red sheer baby-doll nightie that revealed every goosebump on her mammoth titties. She looked down and could see her bristling pussy hairs through the sheer material of her panties.
"Mmmmmm," Sheila moaned to herself as she felt her pussy contract gently. She was thinking about Bobby's prick and how red and thick it got just before it started to blow its hot wads of cum into her bucking twat. She took another gulp of her drink and settled back in the couch, gently trailing her fingertips across her thighs and over her heating mound. She pictured Bobby's face, contorted with lust as he slammed his hot, young groin hard against her upturned and incredibly stretched cuntlips.
"OHHHHH!" Sheila moaned as she slid her forefinger under the elastic band of her panty leg and started to strum her stiffening clit lazily. Where the hell was he? she asked herself again as she felt a warm glow start to take over her body.
Her cunt was hornier than ever, but Sheila began to grow sleepier as the minutes passed. She tried shifting positions on the couch. But fatigue finally won and the blonde gently fell to sleep.
Sheila didn't know how long she'd been asleep when she heard the sounds of fighting coming from her front porch.
"You son -- of -- a -- bitch, get out of here!" Sheila heard somebody scream at the top of his lungs.
"Who's there?" Sheila called out in terror as the sounds of fighting filled the living room.
"Whore! Your old lady's a fuckin', bitchin' slut!" Sheila heard another voice scream.
"Oh my God!" she cried out, leaping to her feet and running to the door.
"Hey, man! There she is! Let's get her!" Somebody yelled out as Sheila opened the door. The blonde turned on the porch light, then reeled back in terror as she saw four boys leap across the porch and jump directly in front of her.
"Hey, man! Look at them tits!" a blond boy said to the others as he dropped his hands quickly to his crotch and started to squeeze his cock.
"Leave her alone!" Sheila heard somebody wail out from the other end of the porch. Finally she recognized the voice as John's. "Don't touch her, you fat bastards."
"John!" Sheila cried out as she finally caught sight of him. Three other boys were holding him tightly to their bodies. Blood poured freely from his nose and ears as he continued to struggle wildly in their grips.
"You think he'll mind if we fuck his old lady right here?" a dark-haired boy said as he sneered at Sheila.
"You boys get going home now," Sheila said calmly, trying to hide her sense of growing honor. She could tell that the boys had been drinking heavily, and were capable of anything.
"Not until you give us a sample of your fuckin' pussy," the blond said leeringly as he stumbled forward and nearly crashed into Sheila.
"Ohhhhhh!" Sheila cried as she pushed the boy back as hard as she could. He reeled around drunkenly, finally falling down the three wooden steps to the rose bushes below.
"Fuck! That bitch's made a fool of Sam. Let's get her!" the dark-haired boy shouted to his friends.
"Don't you touch me!" Sheila said threateningly, backing like a trapped animal into her house. She wanted to run out and help John. But she knew she couldn't get past the group that had banded together and was stalking her in her own home.
"Bend over bitch," a red-haired fat boy whispered huskily as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a short, thick cock. "Bend over and take this in the ass!"
"Police! POLICE!" Sheila screamed, at the top of her lungs.
"Somebody shut her up or she'll have the cops crawlin' all over the place," the red-haired boy shouted as he jumped forward and grabbed Sheila tightly around the right wrist.
"Mom! MOM!" John screamed from the front porch. But Sheila couldn't say anything. The red-haired boy had moved behind her, pinning her arms tightly to her asscheeks while the other two boys began to rip the nightie off her struggling body.
"Waiting for Johnny boy to get home? Boy, you didn't expect us," the red-haired boy panted as he hunched his fat hips forward, jabbing his hot stubby cock hard against the tight crevice that ran between Sheila's firm asscheeks.
"Ugh! Let me go," Sheila pleaded as the two boys tore her nightie roughly away from her body.
"Hey, let's fuck her at the same time," the red-haired boy said as he reached down suddenly with both hands and grabbed Sheila's asscheeks roughly, pulling them apart and revealing the puckered brown ring of her asshole.
"OHHHHH!" the woman cried out in surprise. But Sheila realized at the same time that her arms were free suddenly.
"Hey, watch out!" one of the boys cried out. But it was too late for the red-haired boy. Sheila reached over to the coffee table and picked up a heavy, crystal ashtray. Before he could duck, Sheila managed to slam the tray hard against the boy's forehead.
"UGH!" he cried out, reeling backward and gabbing at the gaping wound on his forehead.
"Shit! Let's get out of here! They're all crazy!" one of the boys yelled as he ran behind the still-swinging Sheila and grabbed his bleeding friend.
"You bastards! BASTARDS! I'LL KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF HERE!" Sheila cried out like a mad woman.
"Get Sam out of those bushes and let's get the hell out of here!" one boy cried as he ran down the porch steps.
"What about him?" one of the boys holding John asked.
"Let him go. She's probably got a gun in there!" the red-haired boy wailed from the street.
"Take this for Mommy, Johnny boy," the husky blond hissed as he clenched his fist and sent it crashing into John's muscular belly.
"UGGGGHHHH!" John cried out, clutching at his belly as he crashed to the porch below.
"Johnny! JOHNNY!" Sheila screamed out as she ran out of the living room and onto the porch.
"Better h-help me up and into the house," John grunted as he staggered to his feet.
"UMMMP! You're heavy," Sheila groaned playfully, trying to sound cheerful as she helped her son into the living room. "I'd better call the doctor to see..."
"Don't, Mom!" John protested as he crashed down to the couch and rubbed his stomach. "I'm okay, really. And besides, we don't want any more publicity than we've got right now," John said as he tried to smile at his mother.
"Oh, Johnny! What happened out there? Why did those boys do that?" Sheila wailed as she sat down on the chair facing the couch.
"They've been buggin' me and Bob in school for a long time now," John admitted as he stared lovingly into his mother's eyes.
God! Sheila moaned to herself as she felt an increasingly powerful tingle spread upward from her stiffening clit to her belly and on up to her swelling tits. Her palms were growing damp with nervous perspiration, and she could feel a rush of hot wet heat blow out from her fattening labes. Sheila gently ground her thighs together, rubbing the fat, slippery edges of her snatchlips together as she tried to scratch the growing itch in her twat.
"I-I'm g-glad I took you two out of that school," Sheila stammered as she tried to get control of herself.
"Well, anyway I went over to Fred Jordan's place for a couple of hours. We yakked for a while, then I decided to grab a burger after I left Fred's place. That's when those fuckers started in," John said bitterly as he clenched his fists and pounded the armrest of the couch violently.
"Where?" Sheila asked, slowly opening her legs and loosening her dressing gown. Flashes of searing heat ripped through her body, and Sheila needed some cooling relief. She felt something hot and wet trickling through her wiry pussy hairs and oozing down her thigh. Would John notice the glistening rivulets of pussy juice that were beginning to appear on her legs?
"At the burger stand. I didn't even get a chance to order before those bastards started in, saying things about you and -- and me and Bob and..." John said, lowering his head and flushing red with shame.
"Oh my God!" Sheila said, holding her hand to her mouth. She felt as if the whole world had been looking into the bedroom as she and her younger son fucked.
"I know it's sick, but that's what those guys are sayin'. And I didn't want to take 'em all on. So, I got up and walked out. But they followed me home, calling out things from the car. And you know the rest," John said sullenly as he looked back up at his mother. "MOM!" he cried out suddenly, jumping to his feet and staring at her in honor.
"I need you, John. Oh, G-G-GODDDD!" Sheila moaned.
She dropped all pretense of motherly respectability now. Her robe was completely opened now, hanging loosely from her shoulders as she ran the fingers of both hands slowly up and down her hot, hairy pussylips. Juice poured freely now from her hot hole, wetting her sweaty thighs and slender fingers as she hunched up from the chair and rolled her ass from side to side.
"Don't, Mom! DON'T!" John wailed, riveting his eyes on her steamy box and bouncing titties as Sheila continued to roll, buck, heave and moan.
"Fuck me! FUUUUCCCCKKKK MEBEBE!" Sheila cried out, dipping her forefinger into her cunt and scraping her membranes with the tip.
"Shit!" John said as he lowered his hand and slowly unzipped the fly in his Levi's.
"Take out your cock. I want to see your cock," Sheila moaned like a bitch in heat as she felt her mushy snatch fire up faster and hotter.
"We shouldn't..." John started to say as he reached into his fly and yanked out his long, hot prick. Sheila gasped as she saw his prick jerk frenziedly in the air.
"Take off all your clothes, Johnny, I want to see your balls," Sheila groaned as she felt her snatch walls clamp down hard on her invading digits.
John closed his eyes and let out a low groan as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his ankles.
"OHHHHH!" Sheila groaned as she imagined how her son's dick would feel as it sank through her blood-engorged membranes like a hot poker through a tub of butter. John rocked back and forth on his heels like a drunken sailor, closing his eyes as he rubbed his dick slowly with his hand. Sheila watched her son as if she were hypnotized. Droplets of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit as his balls bounced and jangled with every upward jerk his cock made.
"Those fuckin' kids were right, then, weren't they? You want my dick bad, right?" John said almost savagely.
"Johnny, don't be mad. Bobby didn't mind it when we..." Sheila started to say, then stopped herself. But it was too late. John had already guessed what she was going to say.
"Bobby? Then you've been fuckin' around with my younger brother before me?" John asked angrily as he bent down and stepped out of his Levi's.
"Johnny, I..." Sheila started.
"Don't bother talkin' to me," he said, pulling off his shirt and socks. "You're gonna be too busy moanin' to be explainin' about Bobby," John said as he ran over to the couch and wrapped his powerful hands around Sheila's thighs.
"What...?" Sheila asked nervously as John picked her up from the couch and slid her down to the floor. "UMMMMMMM!" she groaned as she felt her son's fingers inch their way back across her firm asscheeks toward her exposed snatch. He finally found her big, hot hole and ran his fingertips back and forth across the slick, sensitive membranes that shivered with his touch.
"Ohhh, yeah, Mom," John hissed from between his tightly clenched teeth as he hunched down and lowered his thighs until the tip of his cock brushed against Sheila's buttocks.
"OHHHHH, YESSSSS!" Sheila cried as she felt two of John's fingers slip past her puffy twatlips and inch their way into her hot box. They scraped her slick pussy membranes gently, tugging at the trembling walls of her snatch as his prick jerked crazily against her ass.
"I've been wantin' to fuck you for a long time, Mom," John admitted as he pulled her cuntlips further and further apart.
"Oh! OH! OHHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out with increasing fury as she felt sparks of unspeakable sexual lust sear through her fiery pussy and blast up to her twitching nipples.
"But now I'm gonna get what I've been wantin for a while," John grunted huskily as he slid his fingers out and up her hot slash until they bumped against his swollen, beating clit.
"WAWWWWWHHHH!" Sheila shrieked as John took her tiny organ between his fingers and began squeezing it gently. He tugged at it, strumming it like a guitar string. It made her pussy contract and spasm with each flick of his finger. Sheila opened her mouth and gasped for breath as she reached up and squeezed her flopping titties for relief. She felt torrent after hot torrent of cunt juice seep out of her finger-fucked snatch as John banged his prick closer and closer to her pussy.
"Easy, Mom, easy," John said quietly as he positioned his cock for the first forward thrust.
"Fuck me!" Sheila whispered hoarsely as she raised her legs as high as she could. Her thighs trembled with excited anticipation as sweat poured freely from her face and neck. "I SAID FUCK ME!" Sheila shouted as a mind-blasting series of spasms ripped through her aching, juicing pussy.
"I knew I'd have you beggin' for it," her son grunted.
"Please! GOD. PLEASE! I WANT YOUR PRICK STUFFED INSIDE MY SNATCH N-NNOWWWWW!" Sheila demanded as she closed her eyes and squeezed her snatchlips together.
John plucked and strummed his mother's stiffened clit faster now as he hunched up and forward, battering her swollen labes with his pulsating, purple cockhead. Finally, the tip of his cock pushed past his mother's tightly compressed, swollen pussylips and started to drive down her long, sucking fuck tunnel.
"YES! RIGHT! OHHHH, GOD! THAT'S IT!"
Sheila cried out as she grunted and pushed up with her thighs.
John continued to slide his prick further into her snatch as Sheila's belly heaved and trembled in response. Sheila inhaled sharply, then realized that the room smelled of cunt juice and sweat as John continued to groan and shove his mammoth dong deeper and deeper into her hot hole.
"FUCK ME! OHHHH, FUCKIN' GOD! DRIVE THAT GODDAMNED PRICK DOWN MY PUSSY! OHHHHH, SHIIIITTTTTTT!" Sheila cried out.
She didn't care if the whole neighborhood heard. She didn't care if all those boys who'd tried to fuck her suddenly broke down the door and saw what she and her son were doing. The way Sheila felt now, she'd take on the whole lot of them after her son had finished dumping his load in her snatch. All Sheila cared about was her aching pussy and the cock that was about to take care of the unbearable itch that gripped her clit.
"FUCK! FUCK!" John shouted.
"OHHHHH!" Sheila screamed as she felt his cockhead screw up her box and drill further into her gut.
Sheila jerked wildly on the carpeted living room floor, throwing her arms and ass high in the air. She squeezed her cuntal muscles together continually, milking John's sinking prick. He was finally in her! Her son was finally in her! She smiled broadly as she screwed her ass into the carpeting. Sheila groaned over and over as she felt his cock begin to slide in and out of her cunt. There was the steady rhythm of his cockhead pressing against her pussy walls as his balls swung back and forth and slapped her ass. Sheila thought she'd never been happier in her life.
"IN! IN! IN!" Sheila cried with each forward thrust of her son's dick. She shivered happily when she realized that her son had unconsciously started moaning her name over and over again.
"Mom! Mom!" John groaned, jamming his dick deeper and deeper into Sheila's sucking hole. Suddenly he yanked his dick completely out of her pussy and slid his hands under her bouncing ass. Before the woman could protest, John had rolled her quickly over onto her belly and jumped on top of her.
"UGH!" Sheila groaned, pressed hard against the carpeting by the weight of her son's hard body. She felt the stiff pile of the carpet pushing up against her cuntlips as John rubbed his long, stiff dick up and down the crevice that ran between her buttocks.
"If Bobby blew his load up your snatch, I'm gonna take you a different way," the boy grunted as he hunched his groin up and spat on his right palm.
"Oh God, Johnny! I've never taken it that way!" Sheila wailed, knowing what her son had in mind.
"Just relax and you won't feel a thing," the boy said as he rubbed the puddle of spit over his angry red prickhead.
"Don't hurt me!" Sheila wailed as she felt him spread her asscheeks apart with his powerful hands.
"It'll be just a sharp pain at first. Then you'll get used to it," the boy said as he positioned the tip of his shaft directly over Sheila's brown, puckered bunghole. The woman didn't know whether to believe her son or not. How often had he done this before? Sheila knew that kids today weren't the innocent darlings that kids were twenty or thirty years ago. But her sons were still in high school. They weren't even seniors yet! And here was Johnny, positioning himself so that he could ass-fuck his own mother!
"Please, don't -- d-don't!" Sheila pleaded for the last time as she felt a rush of cool air blow into her shit chute. The flow of air was blocked suddenly by John's hot prickhead. Sheila clenched her teeth and held her breath as she felt the smooth, hot cockhead press gently against the wrinkled skin of her asshole. She heard John inhale sharply, then felt his body stiffen as the boy clenched his asscheeks together and hunched down.
"AIYEEEEE! AIYEEEEEEE!" Sheila screamed in agony as John jammed the full length of his dick into her tight shitter. "ARRRGHHHH! NOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO!" she cried, closing her eyes tightly and trying to crawl away on the carpet.
"Relax! Relax, Mom!" John crooned as he slowly churned his dick around in her bowels.
"Relax?" Sheila cried out as the pain nearly killed her.
John held tightly onto her hips, gently pumping his cock in and out of her asshole. Sheila was amazed, but her sphincter muscle was loosening up and letting her son's cock slide in and out of her shitter more easily.
"OHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" Sheila groaned as John released his grip on her thighs and reached down, sliding his hands under her bouncing belly toward her snatch. "UMMMMMMM!" the woman grunted as her son ran his fingers up and down her puffy, fluttering labes. She'd never felt anything like this before. Her asshole was stuffed with what felt like an artillery shell. She should have felt nothing but mind-bending agony. The sharp pain had decreased to a dull ache. And that in turn became a strange kind of pleasure that mixed with the sexual blasts in her pussy. It was as if her entire body had suddenly become one big clit.
"Ohhhh, fuck my ass -- break my fucking ass open! Oh God, Johnny, bust me open!" Sheila cried as she felt her son's cock slide in and out of her tight hole. Every hot, hard inch set her shitter on fire. Sheila groaned with delight as she felt his leathery, heavy, cum-packed balls slap against her asscheeks. She sighed with ecstasy as she wriggled her butt against John's sweaty groin and begged for more.
"More! More! HARDER! HARDER!" Sheila cried as John started slamming his prick faster and faster into his mother's shitter. His fingers played like a pianist's on her fat, hot cuntlips. He pulled and tugged on the slick membranes, making her cry out desperately as he continued to blast his dick into her ass.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out, closing her eyes and burrowing her face into the carpet. Neither of them noticed the front door slowly opening as they continued to thrash on the living room floor.
Chapter Five
"ARRRGHHHHH!" John grunted out as he shoved his throbbing dick deep into his mother's sucking, welcoming asshole.
Sheila pushed her thighs back up into the air to get the maximum penetration as she almost passed out with delight from her son's clit-tickling. Pussy juice flowed freely out of her cunt now, staining the carpet as John kept jamming his cock in and out -- jabbing, ramming, screwing and fucking it in to the thick base, pulling it out to the edges of his cockhead, then ramming it back into his mother's ass.
John cried as he dug his fingers hard into his mother's snatch.
Sheila opened her mouth and tried to scream in ecstasy as she felt his callused fingertips press deep into her juice-slick cuntal walls. Belts of electric delight seared through her fluttering flaps and beating clit as she felt her son's dick swell up enormously inside her bowels.
"DON'T! WAIT!" Sheila protested.
But it was too late. John strummed wildly at his mother's twitching clit as he felt the cum bubbling and spattering in his swinging balls. It demanded release through his shit-slick prick.
"JOHNNY! OH MY GOD! SON! SON! UNNNGHHHH!" Sheila cried as she felt her pussy begin to spasm and contract.
"UNNNGHHHHH!" John answered mindlessly as he felt the hot jizz blow from his balls into his fuck-shaft. It shot out like massive, white cannonballs through his cum-slit, spattering deep into Sheila's heaving ass. Bolt after bolt of lava-like jizz spurted into the blonde's guts as John swayed from side to side, nearly falling off his bucking mother. The boy's balls ached as the final load of fuck-juice emptied into Sheila's stretched asshole.
"God! Fuck! Ohhh, shiiiitttt!" Sheila cried as she banged her hot box desperately against the floor. She tried to make herself cum, but it was no use. John seemed to have completely forgotten about her sparking clit when it came time for him to dump his load in her asshole. Now he was leaning against her, pushing her tits into the carpet as he milked the final drops of cum into her asshole while she groaned with sexual frustration.
"Mom, wow! That was fantastic!" John finally said as he leaned back and pulled his limp dick out of her shitter with a loud sucking sound.
"Maybe great for you. But I didn't cum," Sheila said irritatedly as she started to get up on her hands and knees.
"Young kids just don't know how to satisfy a hot box these days," Sheila heard somebody say behind her.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried out in surprise, lowering her head and looking between her big, hanging tits. It was Frank.
"Who the fuck are you?" John asked defensively as he jumped to his feet and clenched his fists. Sheila got up quickly and ran to her son, afraid that he'd throw a punch before she got a chance to explain.
"Easy, Johnny. This is our new boarder, Frank Anthony. Frank, this is my son, John," Sheila said. It almost made her want to laugh. There she was, standing stark naked in the middle of her living room with two men -- her son, who'd fucked her, and a tenant, who'd also fucked her. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but it was ridiculous to play the embarrassed, discovered woman, or the innocent mother.
"Well, I see you've overcome your nervousness about your sons," Frank said, smiling slyly at her as he shut and locked the front door behind him.
"What?" Sheila asked.
"When we were screwing in your bedroom, you were worried that your sons would come home and find us. Well, I don't think we've got too much to hide now," Frank said as he walked slowly up to Sheila and started running his fingers over her huge right tit.
"Hey, wait a minute. You mean she's been screwin' you too?" John asked as he looked sharply at his mother.
"Not regularly. I mean, we just made it this afternoon," Frank said as he took her stiffening nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it slightly.
"Cut it out, Frank," Sheila said, brushing his hand away from her boob. "Listen, Johnny. I know what I promised you and your brother. But the whole deal wasn't fair," Sheila said, guessing what was going on in the boy's mind.
"I know -- but...?" he started to say.
"Listen to me first. I'm a young woman, and I've got natural drives just as strong as yours. You wouldn't like it if I told you you couldn't fuck any more, would you?" Sheila asked as she walked up to her pouting son and put her arms around his neck.
"But this was different," John said sullenly.
"Yes, I guess so," Sheila said, sighing deeply. "But it still wasn't all my fault. Your father pushed me into it. I know, I could've backed out. And maybe I should have. But in any case, I shouldn't have been put up on the cross alone. I've paid my penance already. It's time for me to come out of the hole again, Johnny. Please, try to understand," Sheila begged as she pulled her son forward and pressed him against her tits.
"Your mother's right," Frank said sympathetically. "Let her lead her own life."
Sheila pushed her son gently back and looked pleadingly into John's eyes. She was going to do what she wanted whether he approved or not. But it would make her feel better if he consented.
"You're both right," he finally said, smiling gently at his mother, then looking over at Frank. "Bobby and I shouldn't have made her promise anything."
"That's water under the bridge now," Frank said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Right now, why can't we have a little celebration?" he suggested, lowering his hands and groping at his bulging crotch.
"Isn't it a little too soon?" Sheila said, looking over at John's limp prick.
"With a little inspiration, I think she's ready to go," the boy said, reaching down and stroking the full length of his hanging dick.
To Sheila's surprise, the pussy-plugger jerked with the boy's first touch. Her frustrated cunt began to fire up again as she watched John's dick slowly grow longer and stiffer, raising itself in the air until it was poking out at a ninety-degree angle.
"And I think she's readier than you," Frank said as he walked up to Sheila and ran his forefinger down her belly until it touched the top of her cunt.
"Oh!" the blonde cried as she felt tiny electric sparks sputter across her swelling clit.
"Come on. Let's get something going," Johnny said excitedly as he ran over to the couch and tore the cushions off, flinging them to the floor.
Meanwhile, Frank had clamped his mouth to Sheila's lips and was jamming his thick tongue into her hot, sucking throat. His hands wandered over her tits, mashing in her nipples, then sliding down to her thighs and around to her firm asscheeks as Sheila hunched forward and rubbed her fat labes against the growing bulge in Frank's pants.
"Move back a little," John said as he crawled under his mother's spread, dripping box. Frank stepped to one side, still digging his tongue into Sheila's mouth and kneading her asscheeks as John ran his hands up his mother's trembling legs. Sheila felt her son's hands sliding over the rivers of cunt juice flowing from her leg, crawling up to her musky box.
"UNNNNGHHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out, breaking away from Frank's tight lip-grip as John's fingers reached her crotch. "OHHHH, FUCKIN' JEEESUS! NNNHHHH! FUCK MEEEEE!"
"God! You really worked your mother up! Better take better care of her the next time you fuck her," Frank said as he pulled away from Sheila and unbuttoned his trousers. The woman nearly fell forward, rocking crazily back and forth on her heels as John shoved his mouth up and across her snatchlips.
"AIYEEEEE!" Sheila screamed, nearly crashing to the floor as she felt her son's lips softly milking her fluttering cuntlips.
"Watch it or she'll pop off right now," Frank warned as he pushed his trousers down to his knees.
Sheila opened her eyes and saw the man's long, thick cock jerk up suddenly into the air. It twitched crazily and oozed drops of jizz freely from its piss-slit. Frank's dick was more beautiful than she remembered it. And now there was another cock only inches away from any one of her hot holes. Two dicks about to blast into her body! Sheila wished that Bobby were here. That was the only thing missing that would make her happiness complete.
"OHHHHH!" Sheila groaned, feeling her cunt grow hotter and hotter like an overheated, overworked steam engine. She wanted Frank's prick up her pussy, plunging into her fuck tunnel while John blasted into her shitter again.
"MMMMFFFFFFFFF!" John cried out, his words muffled by Sheila's puffy, hairy snatchlips. The vibrations from his mouth crashed through the woman's fluttering pussy walls and made her cry out in delighted sexual ecstasy.
"AHHHHH!" Sheila groaned, lowering her snatch down hard into John's face as she felt his tongue wriggle up to her erect clit and rub across its slickened top.
"Christ! She's so hot she'll burn our cocks up," Frank said as he pulled his shirt and socks off John slid out from under his mother and moved around to the front, pressing her tightly against his body as he reached up and milked his mother's big tits.
"Smell this, Johnny," Frank said as he reached around the boy's powerful thighs and dug three fingers into Sheila's pussy.
"Ahhhh!" the woman groaned in delight, snapping her legs together and temporarily trapping the man's hand between her puffy labes.
"Wow!" John cried out as Frank yanked his fingers out of her box with a loud pop, then moved them up under the boy's nose. "Good and hot too!"
"Finger lickin' good," Frank said, opening his mouth and lapping at his juice-dripping fingers.
"Please, do SOMETHING!" Sheila finally groaned.
"Get her down on the cushions," John suggested as he backed away from his mother.
"Good idea, kid. I'd like her to suck my cock for a while," Frank said as he shoved Sheila to her knees, then down on her back. In seconds Sheila was flat on the cushions, her legs wriggling in the air as John knelt between her hot thighs and jammed his thick tongue deep into her dark, hairy snatch. Frank was up a little higher, his powerful legs pressing against her tits while his big, leathery balls rested on her upturned chin.
"Ummmmm! OHHHHHH!" Sheila groaned as she felt John's long tongue ream out her fuck hole. At the same time, Frank trailed the drooling tip of his dong across the blonde's parted lips, leaving a tiny glistening trail of pre-cum on her mouth.
"Want to suck my cock, bitch?" Frank asked as his breathing became heavier and sweat poured freely from his forehead and armpits. Sheila looked up at the man and watched his muscular, hairy chest heave irregularly. The thick veins that wrapped themselves around his dick throbbed more irregularly every second, threatening to tear through the tightly stretched, reddened skin as he pulled, tugged and stroked his dick faster and faster.
"Yes, GOD, YESSSS! I WANT YOUR FUCKIN' COCK JAMMED IN MY MOUTH!" Sheila screeched.
"You got it, baby," Frank said huskily as he wrapped both hands around his hole-plugger, bending it down until its flanged head was aimed directly at Sheila's tonsils. In one powerful move, Frank hunched forward and drove his cock into the woman's mouth, shoving down until it slammed against the back of her sucking throat.
"MMMMFFFFF!" Sheila grunted, almost gagging from the sudden invasion of dickmeat.
Frank's knob was so thick and slick that it almost made her vomit. But Sheila managed to control herself, clamping her lips down tightly on the plunging prick and sucking as hard as she could while she reached up and cupped the man's hanging balls in her right hand.
"SHIIIITTIT!" Frank groaned, closing his eyes and rolling his head slowly from side to side as he started to pump his cock in and out of the blonde's mouth. At the same time, Sheila ran her tongue around and around the stabbing prick, pushing the tip of her tongue into Frank's tiny piss-slit to drive more cum out of his dick. She could feel his cock throb harder and harder against the insides of her cheeks as she stroked his dick faster and faster with her flicking tongue.
"Suck me, bitch! SUCK!" Frank groaned over and over.
But Sheila didn't need any encouragement. She felt her tits catch fire as Frank reach down and squeezed them, pinching the tips until she thought her nipples would pop off. He fucked in and out of her mouth until Sheila thought she'd choke. Suddenly, she applied all the suction she could, squeezing his balls tightly at the same time. Frank let out a loud groan and squeezed her tits so hard that she screamed out.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Sheila cried as Frank pulled at her swollen jugs again and again. At the same time, she felt John's lips close around her fluttering clit. In a second he was applying suction, pulling at her sparking mound of flesh until Sheila thought she was going to faint from the explosions that ripped through her snatch.
"More! MORE, DAMN IT!" Frank groaned mindlessly.
"MGGFFFFFF!" Sheila moaned back in response as she gave him more suction, feeling his prick-knob bounce off the roof of her mouth. At the same time she tugged at his balls once more, rolling them back and forth in the palm of her hand. She felt her cunt flutter faster and faster as Frank's gentle grunts turned to moans, suggesting that he was about to blow his load in her mouth.
"NNNNNNGHHHHH! UNNNNGHHHHHHH!"
Sheila screeched in a muffled voice as she felt John let go of her clit and slide his mouth downward. He had her cuntlips in his teeth now. He tugged on them, pulling them gently, back, then down. His foreplay sent bolts of pleasure and pain ripping through her body. Sheila lifted her ass off the cushions, begging for more as she continued to swirl her tongue up, around and under Frank's stabbing prick.
"SHIIIITTTT!" Frank cried out.
Sheila opened her eyes and saw that his balls were swinging lazily back and forth as his stabbing became more frenzied. She could feel his hot jizz bubbling and boiling in his fuck sacs as she continued to finger and milk his nuts. Sheila didn't know how much longer Frank could hold out. His prick was beginning to spasm almost uncontrollably between her lips as she massaged its sensitive underside with her tongue.
"CHRIST! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" Frank cried out, hunching back suddenly and pulling his cock out of Sheila's mouth.
"Hey, watch it!" John cried out as Frank's hairy ass slammed against his forehead. "I don't want to suck your asshole."
"Sorry, kid. But your mother's one hell of a suck. She almost made me pop off in her mouth," Frank said as he looked down at the thrashing blonde. Suddenly he crawled back over her writhing body, lowering his bouncing, reddened cock between her big jugs. Sheila closed her eyes again and gave herself up to John's pussy tonguing as she felt Frank's hands move in from the sides. They pushed her hot tits toward the center of her chest until they wrapped around his hot, drooling dick.
"OHHHHH!" Sheila groaned. This was something new for her. Shocks of electric pleasure shot up and down her spine as she felt Frank's hot prickshaft trapped between her big boobs. Slowly he started to slide his cock back and forth, rubbing her sensitive tit skin with his jerking dong.
"FUCK! FUCK!" Sheila cried out with each forward thrust. Frank sanded her itching, stiff nipples with his thumbs as he continued to buck and groan along with her.
"Hey, you planning to blow off up there?" John asked in disbelief as he watched what Frank was doing.
"Hell no! I'm not crazy. I'm just showing your mother what it is to really get primed for fucking," Frank said as he let Sheila's tits go and climbed off her body.
"OHHHHHHH, GODDDDDD!" Sheila groaned as John climbed out from between her legs. She suddenly felt completely alone. Her tits were on fire. Her cunt ached and shrieked for relief. She hated this feeling, hanging on the cliff with nobody to help her down.
"You want the ass again?" Frank said as he watched Sheila rub her swollen snatchlips desperately together with her long, slender, trembling fingers.
"I don't care," John said, shrugging.
"I tell you what. I'll take her bunghole. It's been a long time since I've fucked ass. You prime her up with a cunt fuck first, then I'll come in from the rear," Frank suggested.
"Oh, two cocks!" Sheila said, unable to hide her delight that both men were going to ram her at the same time. This was another first for her. Even at the wild swapping parties her husband had thrown, she'd only taken on one at a time. Sheila had thought about strapping on two or even three men, but was afraid that it would make her look like an experienced hooker. Now, she didn't care. All she wanted were those two big dicks up her twat.
"Want some Vaseline?" John asked Frank as he rolled his mother over on her side.
"Spit's good enough. It was good enough for you. Besides, some of your jizz'll act as good as that fuckin' grease," Frank said as he sank to the floor again.
"Ohhhh, please," Sheila groaned, closing her eyes and reaching down to strum her clit.
"Hey, how's her snatch taste?" Frank asked over Sheila's shoulder.
"Hot and spicy," John answered. He buried his tongue into her cunt again.
"UNNNGHHHHH!" Sheila cried as she hunched forward against her son's face.
"Got to try the hind end," Frank said as he slid down on the cushions until his nose was opposite her bunghole. Sheila felt his tongue flicking across her sweaty asscheeks, trailing across the firm skin until it slid to the valley that ran between her buttocks. She groaned with delight as she felt Frank's tongue slide down the crevice, stopping just at the edge of her shitter. She felt her sphincter contract frenziedly as the man's tongue dug teasingly into her tight asshole.
"AHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Sheila groaned as John's cunt-tonguing became more serious. His teeth sank into her plump fleshy lips as his tongue snaked into her cunt. The boy was eating her cunt, making her tremble, moan and thrash as she hunched her hips up to his face. Sheila opened her legs slightly, then clamped them over his head, trapping her son tightly against her bucking body. She felt his thick, hot tongue sanding over her throbbing clit until she thought she was going to cum in his mouth.
At the same time Sheila felt Frank's tongue digging deeper and deeper into her asshole. It squirmed and squiggled, reaming out the small tight tunnel. Hot flashes of pleasure shot from her quivering ass to her throbbing clit and back again.
At times Sheila thought that Frank's tongue would meet John's somewhere in the center of her gut. She'd never felt this excited before. Both ends of her body were being stimulated to heights she'd only dreamed about.
"OOHHHH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! JEEEEESUS, FUCK MEEEEEE! FFFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK M-M-MEEEEEEEEE! OHHHHH GODDDDDD! I-I-I CAN'T STAND IT! WAWWWHHHHH! UNNGHHHH! UNNNGHHHHH! ARRRRGHHHHHH!" Sheila shrieked as she hunched her hips forward against John's driving tongue, then bucked backward until she impaled her ass on Frank's mouth. Back and forth, back and forth she bucked, throwing herself between the two men as her pussy screamed and begged for satisfaction.
"Hey, we'd better fuck her," Frank said as he pulled his head out from between her asscheeks.
"Why? Fuck, I'm really enjoying this!" John said as he yanked his head out from between his mother's thighs and pulled some cunthairs out from between his teeth.
"I don't know about you, but I'm just about ready to blow my load. If I don't get this mother in her hole soon, I'm gonna squirt right here on the carpet," Frank said huskily.
"Well, we've got to do what the lady says," John said, shrugging and smiling at Frank.
"FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK MMMMEEEEEEE!"
Sheila shrieked. She was tired of all the talking. She wanted action.
"Come on," Frank said as he slid his legs between Sheila's and hunched upward, spreading her asscheeks and wetting his thick cockhead with gobs of spit.
"Ohhhh!" Sheila groaned as she felt John's cock push up against her bristling cunthairs. She reached down and guided it up to her puffy, parted cuntlips. The boy pushed forward, trying to get his cock in. But the muscles around Sheila's pussy had tightened up with excitement.
"Relax, Mom!" John said softly and lovingly as he hunched forward again.
Sheila closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, gasping as she felt Frank's spit-slick fingers slide in and out of her quivering shithole. Sheila felt John's big, red cockhead shoving, pushing and thrusting against her taut twat membranes. Suddenly, her cunt relaxed and went soft. The boy's prick slid in with an audible squish and Sheila groaned as she felt the full length of his cock slip into her clenching, spasming fuck hole.
"OHHHHH!" John cried out, thrusting his powerful hips forward and burying his cock into his mother's snatch.
"Hey, don't rush," Frank said, pulling his fingers out of Sheila's asshole and rubbing his cock for the last time before he drove his thighs forward.
"UNNGHHHHH!" Sheila cried as she felt his thick prick battering against the puckered brown skin of her shitter. She didn't think Frank would have too much trouble sliding his dick into her ass now. John had loosened everything up back there, almost turning her shit chute into another cunt.
"Get ready, babe, 'cause here it comes!" Frank grunted.
Sheila closed her eyes tightly and held her breath, waiting for the feeling of two dicks slamming in and out of her body at the same time.
Chapter Six
"ARRGHHHHH! WAWWWWWHHHHHH! WAWWWWHHHHHH!" Sheila screamed like a mad woman. Shocks of brain-burning pain spurted out from her ass and shot to her cunt as Frank slowly jammed his cockhead past the tightly clenched sphincter muscle around Sheila's shithole. The blonde couldn't believe the intensity of the pain. She thought her son's butt-fucking had loosened everything up. She was wrong!
"Christ! Her ass is tight again!" Frank grunted as he slammed his groin forward again, digging his dick deeper and deeper into her bowels.
"OHHHH, NOOOOO! GOD, NOOOOOO!"
Sheila screamed again. She thought her pussy would explode from the tearing, searing sensation that shot out from her asshole. Her body was racked with pain. Sheila bucked forward, trying to tear herself away from Frank's jamming, invading prick.
"Hey, take it easy! She'll pull free from both of us if you're not careful!" John shouted over Sheila's screams to Frank.
"Sorry, but I can't help it. Once she loosens up, she'll be okay," Frank said as he reached forward and wrapped his hands around Sheila's tits. Slowly, he pulled her back onto his long, jabbing cock and shoved his thighs forward again.
Slowly Sheila felt the sharp bolts of pain die away into a dull series of aches. She smiled, knowing that the ache would soon turn into unspeakable pleasure.
"I think she's okay now," Frank said as he moved his hips from side to side, reaming her asshole wider with his churning dick.
"UNNNGHHHH! FUCK ME!" Sheila moaned as she started to hunch from side to side. She slid all the way up on John's cock, clamping her slick pussy walls tightly around his jerking prick and milking drops of pre-cum from its pulsating, purple head. Then she backed off, pulling away from her son's twitching cock to impale herself further on Frank's dick. Sheila squeezed her asscheeks together, trapping the man's dick in her ass as he rotated his buttocks furiously and churned his buried cock in her shithole.
"UNNGHHHH! OHHHHH, NOOOOO!" Sheila cried as she felt the hard ball of climax building up in her gut. Her cuntal walls rumbled with pre-orgasmic spasms as John and Frank started to pump and thrust faster and faster.
"I think she's cumming!" Frank groaned as he slammed his cock hard into her shitter.
"Fuck, I am too!" John screamed.
"AHHHH! ARRRGHHHHHH!" was all Sheila could say as she felt Frank lean forward and bite her on the shoulder. John reached up and squeezed her jugs as he felt his cum boiling up from his jouncing nuts.
"Fuck me! OH MY GOD! I'M GONNA CUM! OHHHH! JEEESUS! YOU'RE GONNA SHOOT! FUCKIN' GOD, I CAN F-F-FEEL YOUR PRICK SWELLING UP IN MY-M-M-MY! WAWWWWHHH! NNNGHHHHH!" Sheila shrieked as her orgasm finally blew up in her cunt. Her body shook and trembled as wave after wave of climax tore through her snatch. At the same time, her shithole clamped down hard on Frank's probing cock. It was enough to send both men off into their orgasm.
"FUCK! SHIIIIT! I'M SHOOTING!" Frank screamed as he clamped his eyes tightly shut and hunched wildly against Sheila's trembling, bucking body.
"UNNGHHHHH!" Frank groaned as he slammed forward at the same time to her feet. She walked up to Frank and put her arms around his thick neck.
"I don't really care what Marianne does with her body, just as long as she watches herself. But lately she's been going around with a wild crowd," Frank said with obvious disapproval in his voice.
"I don't know all their names. There's one kid in particular -- I think Sam's his name. A big blond guy with the intelligence of a prune. And there's some big red-headed bastard," Frank said angrily.
"Oh my God! They're the same ones who tried to attack me tonight!" Sheila blurted out.
"What?" Frank said in disbelief.
"Better sit down. It's a wild story," Sheila said as she began to tell him what had happened to her and John. When she'd finished, Frank shook his head slowly.
"I knew they were no good. This proves it. I'm going to lock up Marianne's ass until she comes to her senses," Frank said determinedly.
"Hey, wait a second!" Sheila said, springing up from the couch and running after Frank. "Why don't you have her come over here first and talk with me -- you know, woman to woman? I think I could have more of an influence on her than you."
Frank looked at Sheila for a few seconds, then smiled broadly.
"You know, you may have a point," Frank said thoughtfully. "Okay, I'll tell her to come over tomorrow. But I swear, if you don't have an influence on her, it's prison at home for her," Frank said as he bent forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I'll be back in a little bit with some office furniture."
"Hey, Frank. I'll help you," John said as he scrambled to his feet and ran for his clothes.
"Hey, you don't have to do it, Johnny," Frank said, pleased that the boy wanted to help.
"I want to," the boy said, pulling on his pants and beaming at his mother.
Sheila suddenly felt warm and secure. She was glad that Frank would be spending time at their home. And with Marianne coming to see her tomorrow, there'd be a closer tie with him. Sheila closed the door gently behind the two men and leaned against the frame, sighing happily to herself. She'd never been happier in her life.
The next morning Sheila was awakened by John and Bobby.
"Hey, Mom, get up. Frank's daughter's gonna be here in a few minutes." John said as he shook his mother's shoulder violently.
"Too bad she's coming so soon. I'm so fuckin' hot I could strap her on right now," Bobby said as he yanked off the covers and rolled Sheila over on her back.
"Wow, look at that bush!" John said, pointing to his mother's hairy mound. "Sort of makes you want to dive in, doesn't it?" he said, leering at Bobby.
"You think we got time?" the younger boy asked, reaching down and trailing his fingers lightly through Sheila's hot, hairy jungle.
"Mmmmmm, no. Besides, we'd better get down to the school pool if we expect to get in," John said, glancing down at his watch and giving his mother's pussy a last look.
"I don't want you boys going back to that school!" Sheila said angrily.
"Come on, Mom. If we get down there early enough, there won't be anybody buggin' us," Bobby said. "Besides, with the two of us together, nobody'll bother us."
Sheila looked at her sons and sighed. She couldn't argue with them. She loved them too much to go against anything they wanted to do.
"All right, but be careful. Remember what happened last night!" Sheila warned as she rolled out of bed and pulled on her blue bathrobe.
"Poor big brother. I'll take care of him," Bobby said in a baby's voice.
"Get the fuck out of here," John said, slapping Bobby playfully across the head, then running down the hall.
"Shit! See you later, Mom!" Bobby called out from the hall as he chased his brother downstairs, through the living room and out to the front lawn.
"My sons!" Sheila said out loud as she quickly made the bed, then rah downstairs to put on some coffee. She was just about to step into the shower when she heard the doorbell ring.
"Damn!" the blonde cried out as she glanced at the clock. Marianne was fifteen minutes early. "Coming!" Sheila cried out cheerily as she tied her dressing gown together and ran to the front door.
"Hi. My dad told me to come over," a girl of about sixteen said sullenly. Marianne had long, shiny black hair that hung down to her ass. She was wearing a pair of tight, black hip-huggers that almost showed the outline of her cuntlips. But what Sheila particularly noticed were Marianne's huge tits. For a girl of sixteen, she had a set of knockers that a burlesque queen would have -- envied. Her mammoth jugs bulged out of her red-flowered halter, threatening to break loose and fly out into the air.
"Come on in," Sheila said, noticing that the girl had an angry, defiant air about her.
"I don't know what the hell he wants me here for, but you've got me for a while," Marianne said sullenly, throwing herself carelessly onto the couch.
Sheila raised her eyebrows when she heard the young girl's speech.
"Now let's get a few things straight around here. You're in my house, and while you're here, you won't talk like that. And besides, you'll sit up like a young lady," Sheila said disapprovingly.
"You should talk about how to act. What about all the fuckin' around you used to do?" the girl said defiantly.
"What?" Sheila cried out in disbelief. She couldn't believe that she was suddenly being grilled by this girl. Sheila saw that Frank did have a problem on his hands.
"Don't act so surprised. Just because my dad didn't know what was going on doesn't mean that I don't. Hell, all the kids in this area know what you and your old man..."
"Shut up, you little bitch!" Sheila cried out, running up to the girl and striking her hard across the face.
"UGHHHHH!" Marianne cried out, falling across the couch and covering her face protectively.
"And if you ever say anything about the past again, I'll slap you down!" Sheila cried, her face reddening with anger. She was tired of everyone bringing up the past. She knew that slapping Marianne across the face so hard was an overreaction. But Sheila had to start somewhere to stop the rumors and sneers.
"Don't touch me!" Marianne groaned, pulling herself up and digging her ass protectively into the couch cushions.
"I'm sorry," Sheila began in a low voice. "But I won't have you talking like that to my face -- or behind my back for that matter. I haven't done anything that most of the women around here wouldn't give their right fit to do anyway," Sheila said angrily.
"I'm getting out of here," Marianne said, springing up from the couch and running to the door.
"Just a minute, young lady," Sheila said, springing in front of the door and blocking Marianne's exit. "Your father asked me to talk some sense into you, and that's what I'm going to do."
"You can't keep me here against my will. That's kidnapping," Marianne said defiantly as she pushed past Sheila.
"We'll see about that," the blonde said, grabbing the girl's wrist tightly and spinning her away from the door. She hated to be this rough on Marianne. But the gentle, understanding approach wasn't going to go anywhere with the girl. Some common sense had to be pounded into her first.
"Let me go! Let me go, or I'll scream!" Marianne said, crouching down on the floor like a cornered animal.
"You so much as open your mouth...!" Sheila began, interrupted suddenly by Marianne's shrieking.
"Shut tip!" Sheila cried out, raising her hand and striking the girl across the face again.
"UNNNGHHHH!" Marianne screamed. But this time she managed to keep her balance and reached up, pulling Sheila down on top of her.
"Ohhhhhh!" the woman cried out, feeling the girl shoving her away as she tried to scramble to her feet. "No you don't," Sheila grunted, wrapping her hands around Marianne's halter and yanking her back to the floor.
"Bitch! Bitch!" the girl cried out as her halter was ripped off. At the same time, Sheila's robe flew open, and the two women's tits pressed together. Suddenly Sheila felt her crotch fire up like a blast furnace. The sensation of Marianne's young nipples mashing into her own was turning her on!
"Let me go! Let me go!" Marianne continued to scream. But Sheila noticed that the girl began to struggle less and less. Instead, she was humping and jamming her crotch against Sheila's. "Ohhhh!" Marianne moaned, stopping her struggling as Sheila reached up and gently started to milk her big boobs.
"I don't know..." Sheila began, then stopped. She looked into the young girl's eyes. They were glazing over with lust and passion. She didn't know what was coming over them, but she didn't feel she had the strength to fight it. Sheila knew she wasn't a dyke, and guessed that Marianne was straight too. But right now, all she wanted was to undress Frank's daughter and feel her young, fresh snatch rubbing against her own hot hole.
"Oh my God! I've never done anything like this!" Sheila gasped as she watched Marianne roll away from her and start to slide her tight slacks down her slender thighs.
"I don't do it much myself but I'm not new at it," the girl said as she slid her slacks to the floor.
Sheila raised her eyebrows in amazement. Girls today were a hell of a lot more experienced than she was at the same age. Sheila stared at Marianne's black-haired snatch. It glistened with sweat and pussy juice, seeming to quiver in rhythm with the throbbing of her own swollen clit. She watched as Marianne raised her hands to her tits and started squeezing the masses of spongy hot flesh. The milking action made her half-inch-long nipples pop out even more. As the young girl became more excited, Sheila could see the red gash of Marianne's cuntlips tinder the thick matting of tangled hair.
"Ohhhh, God! Touch me! Please, touch me!" Marianne moaned, standing up and grinding her thighs together as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. Sheila could see something foamy and bubbly oozing from between the young girl's fat cuntlips. She knew that Marianne was ripe for sex now.
"You'll have to help me out, honey. I've never made it with a woman before," Sheila said as she rubbed her hands lightly across her swollen outer labes. She rubbed their slippery edges together, milking the sensitive membranes against her throbbing clit.
"Just stick your tongue in my snatch!" Marianne said simply, watching Sheila as the older woman started to jerk herself off.
"Whatever you say," Sheila said, crawling across the floor on her knees until her mouth was even with Marianne's gleaming pussy. She inhaled sharply, watching the foamy fluid that bubbled out even faster than before. Sheila opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, flicking it across the girl's wet labes and tasting pussy juice for the first time.
"OHHHH, YESSS! LICK IT!" Marianne groaned, hunching her thighs forward until her pussylips banged against Sheila's partially opened mouth. Marianne moaned louder as she ground her thighs together, shoving her snatch harder against the older woman's lips. "Ohhh, you're fantastic! Oh God! Eat up my pussy! Oh fuckin' shit, I want to eat you! OH JEEEEESUS! OH MY GOD!" Marianne screamed as she felt Sheila's tongue trail over her sparking clit.
"Suck me too!" Sheila wailed as she pulled her head away from the girl's spit-slick gash and lay down on the floor. Marianne smiled and sank to her knees, lying down next to Sheila and turning around until her aching pussy was opposite Sheila's mouth. In a second, the blonde felt her twitching cunt being massaged by the young girl's slender fingers. She felt Marianne rubbing her rumbling membranes with her fingertips, sanding them across the sensitive flesh as torrent after hot torrent of that juice oozed out and trickled down to the carpet.
"Suck me and I'll suck you," Marianne said, gasping as she hunched her black, curly-haired snatch up to Sheila's mouth. Just as the red-hot slit parted, Sheila felt the sharp tip of the young girl's tongue shoving gently between her fat snatchlips. She felt it slide carefully between her outer labes, sliding past them as it snaked down deep into her fuck-hole. Marianne exhaled a hot blast of air that blew through Sheila's blonde hair. It tickled her almost as much as the girl's tongue excited her. At the same time she stuck out her tongue and flicked it against the bud of Marianne's clit. Gently, Sheila fitted her mouth onto the girl's box and started to suck slowly and gently.
"OHHHHH! NOOOOO! GIVE IT TO ME! OH FUCK! OH GOD, LICK M-M-MEEEEE OFFFFFF! CHRIST, EAT MY SNATCH! EAT IT ALL UP!!! SUCK MY CUNT! OH-OHHHHH! FFFFFUUU CCCCKKKKK!" Marianne cried mindlessly as she took her face away from Sheila's juicy pussy for a few seconds.
"God! God! God!" Sheila kept repeating over and over as the young girl went back to her cunt-tonguing. At the same time Marianne used her fingers to pull and stretch the tender pussylips gently apart. The girl ran her tongue inside Sheila's red-hot gash, flicking it rapidly in and out as she teased the delicate soft flesh.
Meanwhile, Sheila was stabbing her tongue in and out of Marianne's cunt, lapping up the torrents of bubbling hot cunt juice and stabbing her tongue against Marianne's wildly beating clit.
"GOD! SUCK MEEEEEE!" Marianne cried out wildly as she heaved her firm thighs back and forth, trying to impale her drooling snatch on Sheila's stabbing tongue. "OH G-G-GODDDD! LICK ME C-C-CLEAN! SHIIIITTIT! LICK M-M-MEEEEE... WAWWWWWHHHHH!"
"MMMMFFFFF!" Sheila responded, her face buried in Marianne's dripping cunt. Her hands were wrapped around the young girl's firm ass tighter than before. She loved squeezing those full cheeks, rubbing them gently together. She slipped her fingers in and out of the sweaty, hot crevice between the gleaming white asscheeks. Sheila raised her head slightly, flicking out her tongue more furiously than before and jabbing the throbbing surface of Marianne's sensitive clit.
Almost at once the girl slammed her juicy cunt down hard on Sheila's mouth until she thought she'd smother. The blonde jammed her tongue between the puffy lips as hard as she could, licking around and around while she dug her fingernails into Marianne's trembling buttocks.
"OHHHH, FUCK! NOOOO! NOOOOOO!" the girl wailed wildly as she thrashed like a snake on the floor.
"OHHHH, FUCK! FUCK!" Sheila cried as she felt her clit sparking and sputtering with sexual electricity.
"LICK MEEEEE!" Marianne ordered, reaching down and wrapping her hands around Sheila's ass and shoving the older woman's snatch down hard on her nose.
"WOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Sheila screeched as she felt her snatch blow apart with sexual heat. Her tongue began to fuck more wildly than before, driving the young girl wilder and wilder with each passing second. Sheila couldn't help thinking how quickly she was progressing up the sexual ladder. First Frank, then Bobby, then John, now Frank's daughter. When would it all stop?
Chapter Seven
Marianne buried her face frantically in the blonde jungle of Sheila's snatch. Her lips sucked out a long wet kiss against the wet puffy cuntlips while she kept her tongue busy lashing at the inside of the older woman's gash.
"ARRRGHHHHH! SUCK ME! OH GOD, JAM THAT TONGUE IN ME!" Marianne screeched, thrashing wildly on the floor.
"OH GOD! YESSSSSS!" Sheila responded as she kept working her fingers deep in the crevice between Marianne's trembling asscheeks. As her index finger found the puckered brown hole in the center, she worked it closer and closer to the edge of the girl's tight shithole until it was directly over the opening.
"Ohhh, don't!" the young girl wailed.
Sheila couldn't believe that Marianne had never had anything up her ass before. With the experience she apparently had in cunt-sucking, Sheila wouldn't be surprised if the girl enjoyed fucking dogs, pigs and horses as well as men and women.
Marianne continued to protest as Sheila started pushing her finger inside. The girl shoved down with her hips, grinding her snatch furiously into Sheila's face. At the same time, she stretched her asscheeks apart so that Sheila could get her finger deeper inside.
"M-MORE!" the girl begged.
Sheila smiled to herself. Marianne wasn't a stranger to this kind of fucking. She couldn't play the part of the virgin for long, especially when that long finger was wriggling into her bowels. Sheila could tell that Marianne's clit was throbbing wildly. The girl twisted her hips up and down, getting fingered in the shithole and tongued in the cunt.
"OH GOD! MORE! MORE! DEEPER!" Marianne wailed. "SHOVE THAT FINGER UP MY ASS! OHHHH, STICK IT UP MY SHITTER! OOOOOHHHHH! FFFFUUUCCCCKKKK ME! UHHHGH, SUCK MEEEE!"
Sheila felt her own pussy exploding with pleasure.
"OHHHH GODDDD! NOOOOO!" Sheila moaned, wiggling her finger in the tight hole of Marianne's ass as she felt her spread pussylips being kissed and sucked crazily. She felt the girl's hot sucking mouth open wide and her lips press down hard. Marianne's head slammed down hard, her lips working busily on her labes. It was hard to believe, but it almost felt like having a large cock jamming in and out of her twat.
"OHHHH GOOOODDDD! MARIANNE!" Sheila cried frantically. "Ohhhh, it feels soooo goooood! Oh God! STICK THAT TONGUE UP! OH GOD! SHOVE IT IN MORE!"
Sheila felt Marianne's mouth go wild on her cunt. It ground hard against her, spreading her labes apart, pushing into her tight fuck-hole, sucking wildly on her clit.
"UNNNGHHHHH!" Marianne responded as she felt the finger in her ass push deeper inside. The girl groaned louder, slamming her ass against the carpeting then against Sheila's face as her pussy walls began to vibrate like a building in an earthquake. Sheila's tongue and finger were working together, pushing the young girl closer and closer to climax.
"NOOOO! NOOOOOO!" Sheila suddenly wailed as she felt the first orgasmic spasm creep up unexpectedly in her cunt and rip across her beating clit. Her eyes flew open and her mouth lurched forward, blasting hard against Marianne's dripping cunt.
"OHHHH! CUM! SHOOT IT! OH FUCK! CUM IN MY MOUTH!" Marianne shrieked as she felt Sheila shaking next to her. Her tongue shoved down deep into the hot pussy as she felt it starting to spasm. She felt Sheila hunching wildly, bucking like an untamed horse as she felt her own orgasm suddenly blow up in her gut.
"I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!" the girl wailed as her clit popped into Sheila's sucking mouth and vibrated wildly against the older woman's licking tongue.
Sheila didn't hear a thing. Her entire body seemed to spasm with her jerking cunt. She pulled Marianne's bucking body tightly against her face, forcing the girl's fluttering flaps around her nose as she blew out of control with her own orgasm. At the same time, Sheila jammed a second finger into the girl's sensitive asshole as she thrashed on the floor and tossed her head from side to side like a crazed snake.
Marianne loved it! Her ass contracted with the additional finger, and the spasms there rippled in lime to those that were racking her cunt.
"OHHHH! Ohhhhhh!" Sheila groaned as the last orgasmic spasm crashed against her aching clit. They both collapsed in exhaustion, rolling away from one another and gasping for breath as snatch juice continued to pour out of their slackening cunts.
"Listen, Marianne. Like I said; I don't do this every day," Sheila said defensively, afraid that the girl was going to go back to criticizing her.
"Oh, I'm sorry about the way I acted. I guess I was just hurt that my dad felt he had to send me somewhere for discipline. But you're not so bad after all," Marianne said, propping her head up on her hand and smiling playfully at Sheila.
"Well, I'm no ogre. I'm just tired of everybody sneering at me, that's all," Sheila said as she staggered to her feet. "And those kids you've been hanging around with don't help matters much. You know, your father wanted me to talk to you about them."
Marianne made a face, then smiled again.
"Those creeps? I just hang around with them to bug Dad," the girl said simply.
Sheila frowned, then reached over and stroked the young girl's silky black hair.
"I've got two wonderful sons who'd love to meet you," Sheila said, winking slyly at Marianne. "And I guarantee that either one of them is better than anything you've been running around with."
Sheila almost laughed out loud as she watched Marianne's eyes spring open with interest. The young girl's slackened pussylips almost seemed to tremble with excitement as Sheila started to tell her what John and Bobby liked to do.
"Wait! Just wait a sec, Mrs. Kane," Marianne said, closing her eyes and shaking her head quickly. "Just how do you know what John and Bobby do?"
Sheila smiled, then trailed her fingertips down Marianne's slender neck to her huge tits, squeezing the girl's nipples playfully.
"Let's just say that my sons and I are closer than a lot of mothers and sons," Sheila said, breaking into a broad smile.
"Closer? You mean you and your -- you've been fuckin' them?" Marianne asked, her mouth dropping open in surprise.
"It's a long stow," Sheila said, deciding that Marianne was old enough to hear the truth. "But you're right, Marianne. I've been fucking my sons."
The young girl stared at Sheila for a few seconds, then shook her head slowly.
"Wow! I've heard of some kinky things, but this one just about takes the cake," she said softly.
Sheila shook her head, then started to laugh. She staggered to her feet and started to get dressed.
"You'd better get home to your father," she said, pulling her robe tightly around her big tits. "He'll be wondering why you're late," Sheila added, bending down and picking up Marianne's halter.
"Should I tell him?" the girl asked, giggling softly as she took the halter from Sheila and flopped her heavy jugs into the material.
"That's up to you. But maybe your father wouldn't understand," Sheila suggested as she walked over to the couch and sat down heavily.
"He writes porno, Mrs. Kane," Marianne said as she pulled on her slacks. "My dad's been around a lot, even though he tries to hide everything he does from me."
"Just because a man writes porno," Sheila began, trying to keep the smile off her lips as she spoke. But she kept thinking of Frank's red, rubbery cunt-digger as it churned, pumped and reamed her clenching pussy while his big hanging balls slapped against her ass.
"Hasn't he brought any of his numbers up to his room here yet?" Marianne asked.
"No. In fact, he really hasn't done too much work here," Sheila said, digging her fingernails into her thighs to hide her increasing sexual excitement. Just talking about Frank made her snatchlips start to quiver and rub their fat, slippery edges against one another hungrily.
"Just you wait," the girl said, zipping up her slacks. "He'll have a parade of tits in here when he gets to know you better."
"Maybe you're judging your father too harshly," Sheila said, feeling that her nipples would roast if she kept her robe on any longer.
"I'll tell you a secret, Mrs. Kane," the girl said. "You say you get it on with your sons. Well..." Marianne said, smiling softly at the blonde.
"What?" Sheila cried out in surprise. "You mean you and your father..?" Sheila couldn't believe it. If Frank and Marianne were close enough to fuck, why couldn't he control her?
"Oh no," the girl said, laughing a little sadly as she opened the front door to leave. "My father hasn't done anything to me. But I'd give anything..." the girl started to say, then broke off as she flushed red with shame.
Sheila got up and walked over to the girl, putting her hand on her shoulder.
"What if I told you that I'll try to get you and your father together?" Sheila said as she put Marianne's sagging head on her shoulder.
"Oh, would you? Oh God, that'd be great!" the girl said excitedly.
"I'll see what I can do. Now you go home and tell your father that we had a nice long talk, and that you're not going to see those creeps again," Sheila said, turning the girl around and giving her a playful slap on her ass.
"Oh, you're terrific, Mrs. Kane!" Marianne bubbled as she ran down the steps and up the walk to the street.
"Bobby. I'm glad you're home," Sheila said as she closed the refrigerator door and put the carton of milk down on the sink counter. She'd phoned Frank and invited him and Marianne over for after-dinner cake and coffee that evening. She was just starting to mix the cake batter when her son popped into the kitchen.
"Hey, what's the celebration?" the boy asked, walking slowly over to his mother, then dipping his finger into the mixing bowl for a sample of the batter.
"Don't!" Sheila said, turning around and slapping his invading finger playfully. "I'm inviting Frank and his daughter over for a little snack after eight o'clock," Sheila said. The woman pretended not to notice her son's eyes bulge as he stared at her white wool sweater that was a size or two too small.
"What's for desert -- cock or pussy?" Bobby said, stealing another wad of batter before jumping back to the kitchen doorway.
"Is that all you've got on your mind?" Sheila asked, pretending to be angry. But she couldn't help but smile. Ever since Frank had fucked her, Sheila's pussy had become a raging furnace. All she could think about now was how she could stuff her aching twat with cockmeat. If she could, she would have had Bob, John, Frank and Marianne standing in line as she took them on, one after another. As one was through, the other would come in and fuck her. By the time the last had finished, the first would be ready to go again.
"What else is there?" Bobby asked.
Sheila turned her head as she nervously mixed the batter and saw Bobby smiling at her. She knew his smile reflected a raging hard-on under his fly. Sheila tried to continued mixing the goo in the bowl, but couldn't help staring intensely at him. She knew that they both could feel the air becoming superheated and electrically charged between them.
She tried to control herself. But her breathing became heavy. Sheila began to feel her cunt twitch again, and could smell the all-too-familiar odor of her vaporized cunt juice in the air around her. Her knees slammed and knocked together as she felt rivulets of hot cunt juice ooze and tickle their way through her tightly curled twat hairs before they flowed down her trembling legs.
"There's plenty else besides fucking and sucking," Sheila said, trying to hold onto the mixer with her cold, shaking fingers. She couldn't get off on her son now. There was too much to do. She had to finish the cake, shower, get dressed and put up the coffee before Frank and his daughter got there.
"Right now, that's about all I can think of," Bobby said, looking hotly at her.
Sheila watched as he passed fast, hot glances down her body. He took in the sight of her huge tits moving softly in her sweater. The blonde's long, hard nipples poked hard against the tight-fitting material as Bobby's eyes darted to her feet, up to her thighs, then to her waist and back up to her heaving jugs.
"You'd better get dressed," Sheila finally managed to say, swallowing hard and turning around. But everything was beginning to swim around her. She felt the world exploding as she heard Bobby running up to her. He grabbed her tightly around the waist, spinning her around quickly and making her drop the mixing bowl to the kitchen floor.
"Ohhhh! Look what you've done!" Sheila said, looking down at the overturned bowl and the big brown mass that was beginning to ooze out from under it.
"Who gives a fuck?" Bobby asked huskily as he pressed his mouth against his mother's. He pushed her lips apart with his thick tongue, forcing it to the back of her mouth.
"OHHHHH, YESSSSS!" Sheila hissed ecstatically as Bobby kissed her passionately. He twisted his fingers in her long blonde hair, holding her tightly, then kissing her more roughly.
Sheila felt herself swimming with lust. It was her old sexual craving that was taking over her mind again. She felt her cunt spasm and ache. It was screaming for a satisfaction she knew Bobby could give her a hundred times over. She felt his hands reach up and cup her tits again. They grabbed and pulled and tugged them forward, then up, then down in a slow milking action.
Bobby pulled his mouth away, then plunged his tongue in her ear, digging into Sheila's canal and nibbling on her earlobe as he grappled with her big tits. Sheila could feel the hot snatch juice soaking through her tiny pink-flowered silk panties. Her pussy was glowing now.
"OHHHH, FUCK, MOM!" Bobby groaned as Sheila's hand slid over to her son's leg.
She kept her palm flat on top of his thigh, then moved it up a little to his bulging fly. Sheila smiled as she felt the big, thick, hot bulge pushing against the tight denim. Bobby groaned as she rubbed the cloth-imprisoned prick, feeling it throb at her light touch.
"GONNA FUCK YOU, MOM!" Bobby groaned softly as he moved his hands around her sides to her back. She felt him begin to unbutton her sweater. As the last button flew through its opening, Sheila gasped as she felt Bobby's hand slide over her hot skin.
"Oh, Bobby," the woman crooned as her son moved his hands back to her hot tits.
"Get out of those clothes," Bobby hissed as he ripped the sweater off his mother's shoulders.
Sheila staggered back, reaching over to the counter for support. Her legs were buckling from under her with sexual excitement as she watched the bulge in her son's crotch grow larger with each passing second.
"Wait," she said, wriggling desperately out of her skirt, then stepping out of her juice-soaked panties. Before she knew what was happening, Sheila felt Bobby's hands slip around her firm asscheeks. She felt the hot aching of her cunt suddenly satisfied by the bursting shot of pleasure that her son's mouth gave it.
Bobby had dropped to his knees and held onto her butt, sliding his tongue up and down the surface of her outer labes. The boy moistened and soaked the walls of her inner cunt now, tugging at her swollen twatlips until they hung open invitingly. He searched hungrily up the throat of her twat, taking his tongue out and jabbing it back up again with a speed and intensity that amazed and pleased the woman.
"AHHHHH, SHIIITT! FUCK, FUCK! SUCK THAT PUSSY! WAWWWHHHHH! OHHHH, JEEEEESUS!" Sheila wailed as she swayed dangerously back and forth, reeling from the growing lust that was incinerating her pussy. She began to feel the contractions stirring in her belly, in her trembling knees, and inside the dark, hungry tunnel of her flaming twat.
"I'M GONNA CUM!" Sheila wailed desperately. She was going to cum standing up, and only a few seconds after Bobby had jammed his tongue in her cunt. Even for Sheila that was a record. They boy hadn't even taken off his shirt, and there she was, screeching out that she was blowing her load!
"OHHH, SHIIIITT!" Sheila cried out, clenching her teeth tightly together as she bucked hard against Bobby's chewing mouth. She felt those familiar twitches start. They began somewhere in her gut, then fluttered to her pussy and asshole as she threw her head from side to side. The woman pushed with her asscheeks toward Bobby's chin, bucking slightly with the help of her son's hands as they held her ass tightly. "NOOOO! NOOOOOO!"
Bobby pulled his tongue out suddenly, leaving Sheila teetering on the brink of coming. She thought her brain would explode as she rocked back and forth, her body shuddering and jerking like an engine with a thrown piston!
"Not yet, Mom. I don't want you to cum like that," the boy moaned as he staggered to his feet.
Sheila raised her hand and wiped the sweat that flowed freely from her neck. She leaned against the counter for support, watching Bobby pull his clothes off his muscular body. Sheila moaned when she saw his cock fly free of his shorts and jerk in the air. The cockhead had grown purple with hot blood, and drops of cum were bubbling out of his large piss-hole. Bobby stepped out of his jeans, then reached down and rubbed his palm around the tip of his prick. He ran it down the cockshaft next, slowly twisting and lubricating the taut skin with his fingers. Sheila licked her lips. She wanted to take her son's cock and balls in her mouth.
"Suck me off, Mom," Bobby said, seeming to guess what Sheila had in mind.
Sheila didn't need another invitation. She pushed herself off the counter and ran forward, dropping to her knees in front of the boy.
"Suck my balls, Mom," Bobby groaned, closing his eyes and leaning toward his kneeling mother.
Sheila looked up at her reeling son, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth, moving her head under Bobby's swaying balls, then up until she felt his hot, leathery ball-skin bump against her parted lips.
"UMMMMM!" the boy moaned as she held his balls in her mouth.
Sheila moved her tongue around a little, keeping his balls wet and warm. She heard her son let out a groan of delight. Then Sheila sucked as hard as she could, feeling the balls and skin drawn to the back of her throat. She heard Bobby whimper for more.
"FUCK! FUCK! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!" the boy cried out, reaching down and digging his powerful fingertips hard against Sheila's skull until the blonde thought he'd crush her head. Sheila continued to play with her son's balls as she felt her snatch fire up hotter and hotter. The woman thought she smelled her pussy hairs burning up with sexual heat as her nipples twitched and spasmed frantically. She didn't know how much longer she could go on like this without something big and hot in her snatch.
"M-M-MORE!" Bobby wailed, pulling at Sheila's hair until she thought he'd snatch her bald.
"MGGGFFFF!" the woman mumbled, reaching up to grab her son's cock. Sheila heard him suddenly cry out with a deep gurgle in his throat as she took some drops of cum between her fingers and greased down the hot length of his bobbing prickshaft.
"AHHHHH!" the boy cried out, pulling away from his mother and grabbing his jerking prick. Sheila watched in fascination as it jumped and twisted between her son's tightly clamping fingers.
"FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" Bobby cried out as he threw back his head and opened his mouth in ecstasy.
Chapter Eight
"NOOOOO!" the woman wailed, rushing forward and pressing her palm against the expanding piss-hole. She couldn't let Bobby blow his load with her snatch all fired up and ready to go.
"I-I th-think I-I c-can stop it!" Bobby grunted as he closed his eyes and flushed deep red with the effort he was making.
"Oh don't cum!" Sheila whimpered pleadingly as she watched her son breathe heavily.
"I-I'm okay," the boy finally said, letting go of his jerking rod and smiling weakly at his mother.
"Oh God! We can't take this much longer, anyway," Sheila said as she stood up.
"Maybe not. But let's drag it out as long as we can. After Frank and his daughter get here, I won't be able to have you all to myself for a long time," the boy said as he took his mother's hand and led her out of the kitchen.
Each step was agony for Sheila. Her pussylips rubbed teasingly together, squeezing out more snatch juice from between her puffy labes as her swollen tits swayed from side to side.
"On the couch," Bobby said, pushing her down. Before she knew it, Bobby was between her legs, burying his face in her puffy muff. He started to pull her cuntlips apart with the thumbs and index fingers of both hands. Sheila moaned as she felt the cool air of the room blow into her hot cunt. At first it threatened to put out the fire in her twat. Then the sudden rush of wind blew the flames into a brushfire, making the blonde buck and heave her ass against the groaning cushions of the couch.
"AHHHHH! SHIIIIIIT! SHIIIIIT!"
Sheila groaned, digging her head deep into the couch as she pushed her sweaty thighs against Bobby's probing head.
"Mmmmmmmmm," the boy moaned as he rubbed his nose in her cunt. The boy pushed forward constantly, burying his wriggling, thick tongue in her vibrating pussy. He slurped loudly and sloppily, mixing his spit with her hot snatch juice.
"OHHH! EAT MEEEE! OHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out, rolling from side to side as her long hair tangled itself across her mouth and nose.
"OHHHH! SHIIIIT! FUCK! FUCK!" the woman cried out wildly again.
Sheila could feel Bobby's muscular fingers sliding up the inner surfaces of her thighs. Every square inch of her hot skin seemed to spark with sexual electricity when the boy's hands slid up closer, closer to her sucking snatch.
"OHHHHH, STICK YOUR FINGER UP MY SNATCH! STICK THAT FINGER MY ASS!" she moaned.
"Both ends, huh?" the boy said, chuckling huskily as he moved his fingers closer to her snatch, then slid one of them farther back toward her shitter. Bobby toyed with the tufts of hair that grew near her asshole. Then he moved two fingertips into the cleft of her buttcheeks. Suddenly Sheila felt her mind blow apart as the boy jammed both fingers up her tight shit chute. She'd been fucked in the ass several times now. But she could never get used to the initial thrust. It felt like a bolt of lightning ripping every sensitive, tender membrane in her bowels.
"AIYEEEE! AIYEEEEE! OHHHHH NOOOOOO!" she screeched, throwing her ass high off the couch. But the screams weren't screams of protest. Sheila didn't want her son to yank his fingers out of her ass. She knew that in a few minutes she'd be begging him to jam his prick up her shitter.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Sheila wailed, feeling the pain in her ass dying quickly away as Bobby continued to lap his tongue hard against her throbbing clit. Soon the throbs of pain turned to throbs of pleasure, matching in rhythm the spasms that were beginning to wash over her pussy.
"FUUUCCCCKKK MEEEEEE!" Sheila wailed as her body shuddered and thrashed.
Bobby took his fingers out of her asshole and slid them back to her cunt. He jammed them in and scraped them along the slippery cunt wall as he continued to nibble gently on her swollen, red clit.
Suddenly the boy pulled away.
"Come on, Mom. Let's fuck," he said quickly as he hunched up on the couch.
"Jesus Christ! I thought you'd never ask!" the woman said as she felt her cuntal walls tighten up in excitement at the mention of the word "fuck".
"OHHHH! OHHHHH!" she cried out again as Bobby suddenly dove at her tits, biting each of them in turn. He took the hard nipples one at a time, nibbling on them gently as he sucked them into his mouth. Then he let them go and lapped her swollen jugs with his tongue like a thirsty dog, trailing his tongue along the hot, hard surfaces of her jutting nipples.
Sheila thought she'd go crazy as he sucked and sucked at her tit-tips, almost drawing milk from her bouncing, sweaty boobs as his fingers slid down and poked at her clit again, rolling it back and forth. He massaged her tiny sputtering organ gently so that she felt her cunt muscles growing tighter and tighter. Her asshole tingled and her belly stiffened and heaved as her entire body screwed itself up for the cumming that was just around the corner.
"FFFFFUUUCCCKKK MEEEE, GODDAMN IT!" Sheila cried out wildly.
"I'll fuck you, bitch!" Bobby growled like a crazed animal.
Sheila looked up at her son's flushed face and was frightened at what she saw. He looked like a stranger, his face contorted and reddened with lust. Bobby's eyes bulged from his head and were glazed over as he pushed her legs higher and wider apart, inching forward on the groaning couch until his hot prickhead jerked against her stretched outer cuntlips.
"HURRY! HURRY!" Sheila screamed as she hunched up as best she could and held her breath for the initial plunge of her son's mammoth cock.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Bobby groaned as he squeezed his powerful asscheeks together and drove his prick forward.
Sheila moaned as she felt his enormous, hot cock part her cuntlips. It sank slowly and steadily down her pussy until she could feel every square inch of it with her wet walls. It poked, throbbed and searched its way along her twat. She felt wonderfully stretched and stuffed as she took another deep breath and tightened her cunt muscles around the boy's prick. Bobby pulled his dick back slightly, then hunched forward and drove his rod into her again.
"AHHHH! OH GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Sheila screamed hotly as she felt the trembling in her crotch grow more explosive with every forward cock-thrust.
"Mom! Mom! Mom!" Bobby hissed, closing his eyes and rolling his head uncontrollably from side to side as he slammed his hips forward in increasingly rapid blows. Sheila matched his attacks with thrusts of her own, screwing her steamy pussy into his hairy groin as the boy moaned, growled and grunted.
"OHHHH, FUCKIN' JEEESUS, FUCK MEEEEEE!" Sheila screeched as she felt Bobby's prick swell up and press against the juice-slick sides of her rumbling pussy. The boy was about to fire his bubbling jizz into her snatch. Already Sheila could feel her clit pull up as far as it could go, then begin to beat wildly against her hot, puffy pussylips.
"N-NOWWWWWWWWW!" Bobby cried as he balanced on his left arm and reached between their grinding bodies. He found her clit with his index finger and began massaging it, rubbing her hairy mound with his thumb at the same time as his balls contracted, forcing the jizz into his jerking prick. "Hey, you fuckers! Wait up for me!" Sheila suddenly heard somebody shout from behind her. "Ohhh, don't stop! NOOOOOO!" the woman wailed as Bobby suddenly pulled his prick out of his mother's snatch and rolled off the couch. "What are you doing?" Sheila wailed as she tried to focus her glazed eyes on her son.
Bobby had clamped his hands tightly around his jerking prick again, this time barely stopping the jizz from blowing out of his piss-slit.
"So, you were going to have her all to yourself," John said.
"Hey, big brother," Bobby said, grinning sheepishly at him. "Sorry about that, but I just couldn't help it. Mom was standing there with her tits practically hanging out at me, and..."
"I was not!" Sheila cried. "That's not, fair, Bobby. I was mixing some cake batter when..."
"Who the fuck cares?" John asked as he slammed the door behind him and locked it. Sheila watched as he pulled off his T-shirt and started to unbutton his Levi's. "I'm just glad I got home before baby brother here finished you off."
"Hey! A double gang-bang!" Bobby cried out excitedly as he rubbed his prick gently.
"She's not new to it. That Frank guy and me finished her off like that before," John said, pushing down his shorts and freeing his swelling prick.
"Yeah, but I'll bet we blow her mind with the two of us doin' the screwin'," Bobby said, laughing at his rhyme as he looked hotly at his groaning mother.
Sheila felt her shithole and cunt contract at the same time. Bobby was right. When John and Frank had fucked her at the same time, she had nearly lost her mind in the resulting excitement. But both her sons fucking her simultaneously! It was something she'd been hoping for for a long while. And here it was, just about to happen!
"I don't want her ass again!" John said as he pulled his mother off the couch.
"Let her give you a blow-job while I fuck her in the cunt!" Bobby suggested as he crawled onto the couch and spread out on his back.
"What do I do?" Sheila wailed, feeling like a puppet between her two sons. She didn't care what they put her through. She just wanted the fire put out in her pussy, and the blonde knew that her sons' jizz was the only thing that could put it out.
"Just climb on top of Bobby, Mom. He'll take care of the rest," John said as he pushed his mother back against the front edge of the couch.
"Ohhhh, God yes," Sheila moaned as she lifted her right leg and drew it over her son's muscular body. She pulled up her other leg, then slid down until her cunthairs trailed across Bobby's upright cockshaft, tickling the head as juice dripped down from her hot crotch onto his contracting balls.
"Ohhh, shit!" Bobby cried out, reaching up and playing with his mother's box.
John was shouting directions to her as to how to position herself for him. But how could she think or hear straight when Bobby's thumb was lightly rubbing the ridge between her cunt and asshole. Sheila inhaled sharply, smelling the cunt juice that dripped like a waterfall from her puffy labes. The room was filled with that smell, mixed with the powerful odor of male sweat. Sheila forced a hand between Bobby's body and her own, pushing it behind her dripping snatch until she felt his balls. Sheila grabbed them gently, feeling her son's body stiffen, then jerk back in surprise.
"Goddamn it, you two!" John said impatiently as Sheila felt her cunt muscles rumbling threateningly again.
"FUCK MEEEEE, BOBBY!" Sheila cried. She wanted to feel her son's dick inside her hot pussy again. The woman slid up and down her son's body, reaching around until she finally got a tight grip on the boy's dick.
"Easy, Mom! NOOOOO!" the boy cried as he felt his dick spasm crazily.
"Don't cum in my hand," Sheila groaned as she felt his cock bounce up against her thigh. She pushed it up against her cunthairs, sliding the slick hot head forward until she felt it press hard against the junction of her stretched, blood-engorged outer labes. Bobby pushed up and forward, trying to get his cock back into his mother's snatch. But the muscles around Sheila's pussy had lightened up again with excitement.
"Ohhhh, FFFFUUUCCCKKK!" Bobby cried out in frustration as he pushed harder and harder against his mother's tightly clenched fuck-hole.
Relax! Relax! Sheila told herself as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
"UMMMMM," the boy groaned as he pushed up again.
Sheila grunted as she felt the prick tip shoving and thrusting against her taut membranes. Then, suddenly, her cunt went soft again, and the boy's dick slid in with a loud, wet squish.
"AHHHHHHH!" the woman sighed happily as she felt Bobby's prick torpedo all the way into her pussy.
"Goddamn it!" John cried out again as he felt his cock swell and throb.
"OHHHHH, COME HERE!" Sheila groaned as she opened her eyes and looked at her other son.
"Just try to keep me away," the boy said, watching as his mother bobbed up and down.
Sheila was riding Bobby's dick like a merry-go-round horse. The boy's dick was slicked down with layers of her cunt juice as Sheila's pussylips clamped tightly around the red, rubbery pole. She moaned with every downward thrust, reaching up and squeezing her tits as the boy threw his powerful thighs against her hairy groin.
"Watch it, little brother," John warned as he walked over to the couch.
Sheila watched in fascination as the boy's heavy cock swayed lazily back and forth with each step he took. John's balls seem to jangle and contact with each upward jerk of his cock. She licked her lower lip hungrily as she thought of the heat and stiffness of John's cock and how it would feel in her mouth.
"AHHHHH! AIYEEEEE!" Sheila screamed as Bobby reached up and jammed his fingers into her snatch, sliding them up until they found her beating clit. He tickled, plucked, tugged and strummed her miniature organ, nearly driving her off the couch in a brain-burning frenzy.
"Watch it!" John warned his brother again as he climbed over Bobby's head, carefully placing his feet on either side of the boy's neck. "Come on, Mom. Stop that fuckin' screechin' and wrap your lips around this dick."
"MMMMMGFFFFF!" Sheila suddenly groaned, opening her mouth quickly and diving forward. Her lips squeezed tightly over the boy's pulsing cock as her head moved forward to take in the entire length of the shaft.
"ARRRGHHHHHH!" John cried in surprise. He staggered slightly, almost crashing down on his brother as he felt his mother's tongue swirl at the base of his prick, caressing every inch of the hot, taut skin.
"MMMMMMM!" Sheila moaned deliciously as she moved forward, massaging every straining nerve fiber in her son's swollen dick until her tongue got to the head. Then her lips joined in the action, sucking the head in tiny little slurps while her tongue slid under the base.
"UNNNGHHHHH!" John moaned as he felt throbs of pleasure shoot from his cock up his body and down his legs.
Sheila felt her snatch fire up even more as she sucked desperately at her son's dick. It excited her to know that she was working John up to a cum-spraying pitch so quickly. Sheila's tongue began to work more frantically as she felt her clit throbbing and beating faster and harder. She was going to cum. There was no stopping her pussy now. But Sheila wanted to cum with both John and Bobby blowing their wads in her. Bobby was ready any time, but John was a little behind. She had to get to work fast to bring him off quickly.
"AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!" the boy cried out, rocking back and forth on the couch as her tongue hopped all over his prick. It pried, poked, teased and stroked the shaft and head until John howled and moaned like a wounded animal. Sheila could hear the squishing of her cunt, Bobby's moans and John's shouts as she pulled and sucked harder and harder at her oldest son's dick.
Sheila closed her eyes and saw white and gold flashes of light that seemed to blind her. She was cumming!
"MOM! MOMMMMAAAAAAAAA GGHHHHHHH!" Bobby screamed as he reached up and dug his fingertips into Sheila's hunching thighs.
"MMGFFFFFFF!" Sheila moaned in response, feeling the first hot, thick wad of jizz spatter against her spasming cuntal walls. John was almost ready to blow. She had to bring him off now so that she could experience the ultimate delight -- her two sons cumming inside her at once.
"UHHH! UNNNNGHHHH! UNNNGHHHHHHH!" John cried out, thrashing around and nearly losing his balance as he hammered his hot groin against his mother's face.
Sheila felt John's cock vibrate wildly and suddenly. It was swollen beyond endurance now. Sheila gave it one final, long suck.
"ARRRGHHHHH!" the boy cried out, flailing his arms wildly about as he felt his cum starting to erupt from his balls. It crept to the base of his cock like molten lava at the base of a volcano. His cock twitched once in Sheila's sucking, hot mouth; then twice; then it exploded in a series of jizz-spraying contractions.
"MMMMGFFFFFH!" Sheila moaned as she felt spurt after spurt of sticky cum blast against the back of her throat, then slide down toward her stomach.
"FUCK, MOM! FUUUCCCKKKK!" Bobby cried out, still slamming her crotch against Sheila's cum-dripping pussy. Her snatch pulled and milked at the young boy's still-shooting dick, sucking in as much jizz as it could like a hungry mouth.
"AHHHH! SHIIITTTTT!" John moaned as the last wad blew out of his cock and flew past Sheila's front teeth.
"Whew! Jeeeesus, that was fantastic!" Bobby whispered exhaustedly as he sank on the couch cushions.
"Mmmmmm," Sheila groaned as the last ripple fluttered over her clit. She gave a final suck on John's softening dick, then let it slip from between her lips.
"Now, we having company for dinner or something?" John asked as he carefully climbed off the couch and walked over to his clothes.
"Mom'll tell you all about it. Maybe we'll have an old-fashioned gang-bang," Bobby said, winking slyly at his mother.
"Oh, the cake!" Sheila cried out suddenly, remembering the spilled bowl of batter.
"Fuck the cake!" Bobby said as he rotated his hips slowly against Sheila's harry box.
"You probably would try that," Sheila said, smiling broadly as she looked down at her son.
Chapter Nine
"Frank's coming over with his daughter Marianne," Sheila said as she flipped her big tits into her bra and slid her panties up over her thighs.
Bobby and John were already dressed, leaning against the doorway of her bedroom with their arms folded against their powerful chests. Their white cotton T-shirts revealed every ripple of muscle on their bellies, while their Levi's bulged invitingly at the crotch. Sheila almost felt like calling Frank and telling him to come tomorrow.
"One more on the altar," Bobby said as he watched his mother slide up her short blue skirt and zip it closed.
"There's no sacrifice," John said, chuckling softly as he winked at his brother. "I've never met the girl. But I'll bet she's one hell of a tiger in the sack."
"In fact, she admitted to me that she wants to take on her father," Sheila said as she glanced in the minor and fixed her hair.
"Whew! You two could be sisters under the skin," Bobby said.
"Now, be nice. I'm sure Marianne's very nervous about tonight. I sort of promised her that I'd help her get through to her father," Sheila said as she gave her hair a final brush and pat, then turned around to her sons.
"Somehow, I don't think that'll be all that hard," John said, laughing loudly as he backed away to let his mother through.
"Some men just can't see what's being offered at home. They go out on the town, when all they've got to do is look in their own back yard," Sheila said, reaching down and giving both her sans a playful pat on their crotches as she walked into the hall.
"Mmmmmm," Bobby and John groaned together as they ran after their mother.
"Behave yourselves," Sheila said warningly as she reached the bottom of the stairs and heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
"They're here."
"I hope they don't notice the cake too much," John said, winking at his brother as Sheila walked to the door.
"Oh God! Well, at least the floor was clean. We managed to scrape most of it into the bowl," Sheila said as she opened the door and greeted Frank and Marianne.
Through the introductions Sheila kept watching John, Bobby and Marianne. Her two sons were obviously impressed by the young girl's body and face. But Marianne was doing everything but dropping her tits in her father's face. Through the polite chit-chat, there was the strong undercurrent of frustrated sexuality. Sheila knew that the cool couldn't last too much longer. Marianne was getting hotter, and her sons were probably stiff-cocked by now.
"The cake tastes a little -- dry," Marianne said, pushing in a mouthful and making a little face.
"Oh, Mom had an accident in the kitchen," John said to Marianne, looking over briefly and smiling broadly at his mother.
"Oh?" Frank asked, catching the note of irony in the older boy's voice.
"I -- well, that is..." Sheila stammered.
"Come on, Mom. Tell them," Bobby said, watching Marianne rub her leg against her father's.
"This is stupid. I mean, they're not interested..." Sheila started to say.
"Come on. Let's show them, Bobby," John said, jumping up and running over to his mother.
"What?" the woman cried out as Bobby ran up behind his mother and stopped a few feet behind her.
"You see, Frank. She was like this when I jumped up behind her and grabbed her tits," Bobby said, imitating his actions in the kitchen.
"My God!" Frank said, getting up and appearing to be shocked.
"Don't worry, Frank. Your daughter doesn't appear to be shocked," John said, pointing to Marianne.
The girl was sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide apart and her skirt up to her waist. Frank's mouth fell open as he watched her stick her fingers into her snatch then pull them out, spreading the thick pussy juice along the fat edges of her outer cuntlips.
"Marianne!" Frank cried.
"I've got to tell you something, Frank," Sheila said, gasping as she pulled free of Bobby's grip.
"It better be good," the man said as he continued to look at his clit-strumming daughter disapprovingly. "I sent her over here to get straightened out. And look what you've turned her into."
"Oh, Daddy. Don't talk to Mrs. Kane like that. She did get me to promise not to see those guys again," Marianne panted, spreading her legs even further apart in an obvious invitation to her unbelieving father.
"That's right, Frank. Those creepy kids won't be hanging around with your daughter any more," Sheila said calmly as she walked over to him and put her arm around his waist.
"I don't understand," he said, his eyes riveted on his daughter's young, curly hair-pie.
"After one little, uh, talk, Marianne admitted something to me. It seems that she's got the hots for you. She's had them for a long time," Sheila said simply as she smiled broadly at the blushing girl.
"Is that right, honey?" Frank asked after waiting for a few minutes as Sheila's words sank in.
"Oh Daddy, yes. I've wanted you for a long time," Marianne groaned, scratching her twitching clit desperately with her forefinger as she closed her eyes and dug her head into the back of the couch.
"Christ! What you learn about your kids from other people," Frank said, shaking his head slowly from side to side.
"Come on, Frank. Don't be all that surprised. After all, you seemed to take what John, Bobby and I have been doing pretty well. You shouldn't be surprised about your own daughter. Besides, this way you'll be able to keep track of her. Like they say, you'll know where she is every minute now," Sheila said as she reached forward and unzipped his fly.
"Yeah, right under your crotch," John said as he walked over to Marianne and stuck his hand into her hot gash. "Mmmmm, and she's ready to broil your dick right now."
"Come on, Frank. Don't turn into such a big prude now," Sheila said, reaching into his fly and wrapping her slender fingers around his stiff cock. Before he could do anything, Sheila pulled the full length of his rod out of his pants.
"Mmmm, Daddy!" Marianne cried out, hunching against John's probing fingers.
"You think it's okay?" Frank said, looking first at Sheila, then turning back to his moaning daughter.
"Are you kidding?" Sheila asked, laughing loudly as she unbuckled his pants and shoved them down to his knees.
"You know, I think I'll make an honest woman out of you," Frank said, finishing undressing as he winked at Sheila.
"Oh Frank, that'd be wonderful," Sheila said, feeling her nipples roasting in her bra.
"All the damned gossip in town would stop," John said, pinching Marianne's cuntlip tightly as he continued to pluck at her quivering clit.
"Yet. You'd make Mom respectable again," Bobby said, laughing softly as he winked at Sheila.
"And we could do anything we damn well pleased with each other without a bunch of prying eyes," John added, watching as Marianne thrashed and bucked on the couch, reaching out toward her father's swelling, jerking prick.
"Everybody'd say how closely knit a family we were," Sheila said, unable to keep her clothes on any more.
"I like that," Frank said as he turned around and started to undress Sheila.
"Daddy! Me! Me!" Marianne cried out impatiently.
"Go to your daughter," Sheila sighed as she finished unbuttoning her sweater. "I've got a couple of strapping sons to take care of me."
"I wonder how Marianne's pussy is?" John said as he finished undressing and moved over to the bucking girl. Frank had already pulled the blouse, bra and skirt off his daughter and was busily sucking her right tit.
"Fresh and hot!" Sheila said as she shoved her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties and pushed them down to her trembling knees.
"I'll see about that," John said huskily as he knelt between the bucking girl's quivering legs.
"Careful, Frank," Sheila warned the older man as John shoved his face forward and buried his nose in Marianne's drooling box.
"AHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Marianne cried as John's tongue snaked into her hot fuck-hole and up toward her beating, red clit. Her father continued to suck hard at her right tit, drawing the taut, brown nipple into his mouth as hard as he could while he squeezed and milked the other boob tenderly.
Meanwhile Bobby had moved behind his mother, dropping to his knees and shoving his face forward until his nose buried in the crack between her firm, downy asscheeks. Sheila's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she felt her son's tongue probe her tightly puckered shithole.
"Come on. Let's everybody get into the act," Frank said, reaching down and pulling his daughter up.
"Hey, you almost made me bite your daughter's cuntlips off," John said as Marianne was yanked off the couch and dropped to the floor.
"You talk funny with cunthairs in your teeth!" Sheila gasped as Bobby pulled her asscheeks apart roughly with his powerful hands and drove his tongue deeper into her shitter.
"Sorry," John apologized, pulling the wiry hairs out from between his front teeth, then spinning round and crawling over to the writhing Marianne.
"OHHHHH!" Sheila cried, feeling Bobby's tongue go wild in her ass. Her cunt needed relief.
"Where you going?" Bobby asked as his mother pulled away from his probing tongue.
"Getting a little relief," Sheila moaned as she crawled over Marianne's face and lowered her crotch until it slammed against the girl's face, leaving large wet splotches of cunt juice on Marianne's cheeks.
"Fuck! I want the same thing!" Bobby cried out as he ran up to his mother. Sheila looked up and saw the boy's cock jerking angrily in front of her face. She didn't need another hint. Quickly the blonde opened her mouth and swallowed the boy's dick.
"Daddy! DADDY!" Marianne groaned wildly as Sheila slammed her twitching box harder and harder against her face.
"Baby, my little baby," Frank groaned as he leaned forward and banged the tip of his dick against his daughter's pussy. Almost immediately Marianne's pussylips sprang open, sucking in air as Frank positioned himself for the initial penetration.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out, grinding her aching snatch against Marianne's nose. She felt the girl shudder and buck underneath her as Frank hunched forward violently, driving the stiff, hot length of his cock into his daughter's raw pussy.
"Fuck her good, Frank!" John cried out as he rubbed his cock frenziedly.
"Oh Johnny. You're left out," Sheila said, spitting out Bobby's cock as she reached up and wrapped her fingers around John's dick.
"Let Frank take care of his daughter," Bobby said, pulling his mother off Marianne. "You're wasting that pussy on nothing."
"Don't cum yet, honey. Ohhhh shit, don't cum yet," Frank said frantically.
But it was too late. The girl had been worked up too much and blew her load before her father was ready to shoot.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. It's just..." Marianne stammered after her cunt finished grabbing and tugging at the man's plunging pecker.
"It's okay, baby. You're just not that used to me. That'll change in a little while," Frank said as he pulled his dick slowly out of his daughter's slackening snatch.
"Hey, Frank. Bring your cock over here if you want to blow off a little steam. I don't think Mom's had three dicks in her yet," John called out.
"Go ahead, Daddy. It might work me up again, and you could finish me off," Marianne chirped as she watched Sheila being pushed to the floor by her son.
"Which hole?" Frank, asked John as he inched over to the bucking blonde.
"You take the mouth. I'll take her cunt, and Bobby's gonna ram her ass. Marianne, you roll on over here. Your father can shoot part of his load in my mother's mouth, then finish up in your pussy if you want," John said as he knelt in front of his kneeling mother and started inching his groin under her crotch.
"Oh God. This isn't going to be easy," Sheila said as she felt his prickhead slide under her box.
"Yeah, but it'll be fuckin' different," Bobby said from behind her.
"Ohhhh! I almost forgot about you," she said as she felt her other son's dick bounce against her ass.
"Not for long," Bobby said as he reached down and spread her asscheeks widely apart.
"Ohhhhh!" Sheila cried as she felt a rush of cool air blow into her bowels.
"Come on, Mom, relax," John said as he hunched up with his thighs. Sheila's tits, cunt and ass started to spasm with tension. She could feel her fat, juicy cuntlips spring open as the boy's hot dick poked angrily against them.
John's dick was acting like a poker on a dying lire. It stoked her pussy into full flame, driving her up the wall as Bobby's prick bounced and quivered against her puckered shitter.
"P-P-PLEASE!" Sheila begged as she felt John's cockhead slowly push up into the juice-slick cunthairs around her stretched, slippery hole.
"You'll get it now," the boy moaned as she felt her outer cuntlips being forced open by his hard, throbbing cock. Sheila felt it sink into her sensitive membranes, pushing at her cuntal walls as it buried itself in the hot, bubbling juices of her snatch. Sheila couldn't focus her eyes any more as she felt Bobby's prick poke angrily at her bunghole. In seconds, it was forcing its way past the tight sphincter muscle, burrowing deeper and deeper into the warm, wet dark recesses of her ass.
"Open up that fuckin' mouth," Frank gasped huskily as he stepped as close as he could to Sheila's mouth without knocking John over.
"MGGGFFFFF!" Sheila groaned as she turned her head to the side and opened her mouth, swallowing all of Frank's cock with one wet gulp.
"AHHHHHHGGGGFFFFF!" the woman cried out again. This was the ultimate experience! Three cocks stuffed inside her as the same time, all of them packed with hot jizz about to blow off at any time.
"Oh baby, you really like my hot meat!" Frank groaned as he closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward. Sheila sucked and gulped at his cock as he drove his spasming prick harder and faster, slapping his balls against her bobbing chin.
At the same time, Sheila felt her cunt growing white hot under John's frenzied attack. Her snatch boiled with juice and heat as her clit throbbed and jerked wildly. She tried to keep as still as she could, but the constant wave of contractions that swept over her tits and twat were too much for her. She bucked and thrashed on the floor, almost pulling free of Bobby's ass-invading prick.
"Not so fast, Mom," Bobby warned as he reached forward and held onto his mother's bouncing thighs.
"MMMGFFFFF!" Sheila groaned in response as she squeezed her cuntal muscles, milking John's plunging pecker harder and faster as she felt her pussy rocketing toward an unspeakably powerful, tit-wringing climax.
"FUCK, BABY! FUCK! ARRRRGHHHH!"
Frank said wildly as he churned his dick in Sheila's tight-gripping mouth.
"Daddy! I'm hot! DADDY! DADDY!" Marianne cried out suddenly, dropping to her back next to the kneeling Sheila. Frank didn't seem to hear her at first as he grabbed Sheila's bobbing head with both hands and ground her face against his sweaty, hairy groin.
"Hey, Frank! Your daughter wants your dick!" John panted as he clenched his teeth.
"Huh?" Frank said.
"MMMMMGFFFFRFFFRFRFRRRFF!" Sheila groaned. She was going to taste some of the man's jizz before he dumped all his load in his daughter's pussy.
"MOM! MOM! MOM!" John cried out in front of her as he battered his groin against her rubbed-raw snatch. Sheila could feel his heavy, hairy, hot balls slapping against her bouncing crotch as she dug her fingernails into his knees. She knew that her son was just about to fire his load in her cunt.
"AHHHH!" Frank said as he blow the first hot wad of his jizz into Sheila's sucking mouth.
"DADDY! DADDY! FUUUUCCKKK MEEEEE!" Marianne wailed, throwing her legs up as she reached around her thighs and pulled her snatchlips apart.
"Baby!" Frank cried, yanking his spraying dick out of Sheila's mouth and dropping to his knees, driving his cock deep into his daughter's upturned pussy and blowing the rest of his load into her cunt.
"AIYEEE! AIYEEEEE!" Sheila screamed, her mouth now freed from Frank's dick.
"NOW! NOW!" John screamed as he reached forward and dug his fingertips into Sheila's swollen, sensitive boobs.
"JAM IT IN MEEEE! FUCK MEEEEE!" she cried out, unable to think of anything else except her aching cunt, her stuffed ass, and her sons' long, tick, hard dicks.
"Oh God! OMYGOD!" John cried out as he felt the hot, boiling jizz explode from his contracting balls. It rumbled out of his fuck sacs, spurting trough the tube of his jerking prick before it wadded up in his spasming cockhead and blew out of his contracting piss-hole.
Sheila held her breath as she felt the steaming cum spatter against her cuntal walls. Suddenly, the room blew apart. Her clit beat like a drum while her pussy clutched and wrenched John's exploding prick.
"MOMMMMMM!" Bobby cried suddenly from behind her.
"WAWWWWHHH! WAWWWHHHHH! FUCK! FFFFUUUCCCKKK! I-I-I...!!" Sheila screamed, falling back, then throwing herself forward, beaten between her two cumming sons as she screwed her spasming pussy up around John's twitching prick.
"ARRRGHHHH! ARRRGHHHHH!" John continued to groan, wrenching her tits almost off her chest as load after hot load of cum spewed into her sucking cunt. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled in her brain as Sheila felt rivers of John's jizz leak from between her puffy twatlips and ooze down her trembling thighs.
"UNNNNNGH!" Bobby cried again from behind.
"Blow it, brother!" John called out.
"I'M C-CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!" Bobby shouted back, slamming his groin against Sheila's ass.
"OHHHH! NOOOOOO!" Sheila cried. It was as if someone had shoved a hot poker up her ass. Bolts of hot cum blew into her bowels, searing the sides of her bunghole as the boy bucked and jerked irregularly behind her.
Sheila didn't know how much longer all the cumming had lasted. All of them groaned and bucked for what seemed like hours before the room quieted down to panting and soft moaning.
"Christ!" Frank said, looking down at his exhausted daughter.
"Daddy! Oh, Daddy!" Marianne groaned happily, squeezing her cuntal muscles teasingly around her father's dick.
"See what I mean, Frank? All you had to do was look in your own back yard," Sheila said, squeezing her tits with her hands as she looked lovingly into John's watery eyes.
"I don't think I've fucked anyone like Mom before," Bobby said, winking at his older brother as he inched back gently and pulled his soft cock out of his mother's shitter. "You think we could make a good family?"
Frank asked as he hunched back and slid his dick out of Marianne's slackening cunt. "Can you think of a better one?" John asked as he reached up and toyed with his mother's firm, hanging tits. "I don't think there'll be much cheating going on. We'll all be too busy with each other to look on the outside for anything."
"And people'll stop talking about me," Sheila said, sighing heavily and smiling at Frank.
"Oh Daddy! And I can have two wonderful brothers!" Marianne cooed as she looked at John and Bobby.
"And we can have one hell of a sister," John said, looking at his brother as he rubbed his dick hard again.
"In fact, maybe we'd better see how Sis can take the family routine," Bobby said as he crawled over to the giggling Marianne and slid around to her upturned ass.
"And I might as well take on Mom again," Frank said, smiling at Sheila as he looked down and watched his dick slowly stiffen and rise, pointing directly at the blonde's wide-open snatch.
"Come on, Frank. We're a family now. Let's let the children play and get down to business," Sheila said as she watched John slide his dick into Marianne's bucking pussy while Bobby was slowly thrusting his prick into the young girl's shithole.
"You're right, babe. We're a family now. You don't have anything to worry about any more," Frank said as he crawled over her body and slowly sank his big dick into her sucking twat.
"Yesss, yesss," Sheila moaned as she heard Marianne, John and Bobby squishing and bucking their way to a roaring climax. This would be better than the swap club she and her former husband belonged to. Respectability and all the sex she wanted! A bargain made in heaven. Sheila thought to herself as she closed her eyes and felt her snatch walls clamp down tightly on Frank's shooting cock.
