Childhood is the most wonderful time of life, although its years are too brief, pass too quickly. Yet we treasure them throughout our lives, storing up the memories of our youth, our growing. It is a time of first learning, of constant new experiences, when every door opens a new path into the adventure of living.
Learning: this is something that we all do, must do, from the moment of birth. We learn by example, by watching those about us, by making errors. Yet learning is not everything-there are certain reactions that come from a deeper instinct. The fear of falling is one such thing, known instinctively to every infant.
Another infant instinct is that of understanding that pleasure comes from the genitals. The baby laughs as he grabs his toes, his penis: the toddler in toilet training calls his mother with great pride to show her his accomplishments: almost from the beginning, children know that there is comfort in touching their private parts.
So it is no surprise that children early are tempted to experiment with pleasure, to fondle themselves. The infantile penis erects as quickly as the adult, and masturbation has been observed in children of three or four. And as opportunities arise, even young children expand their experimenting with the fundamentals of sexual pleasure to their nearest companions.
Thus, in a family of siblings close together in age, it is not surprising that sex play is an early part of the learning experience. And when there are twins, it is only natural that they learn together, play together, enjoy sex together.
Sex, after all, is the primary drive of the human race-the need to reproduce. No matter how stout the heart, how firm the mind, the sex drive will out: seminarians pray daily to God to drive out the devil; men and women in isolated situations battle the threat of homosexuality.
And when a strongly sexed woman is separated by necessity from her partner, she will naturally turn to other sources-even if it is her own young sons. That is what happens to Trisha Sanborne, the central character of this novel. Experiencing difficulties in her marriage, she and her husband have agreed to separate for a time. It is summer, and she has taken the boys to the beach for the two months that she and her husband have agreed upon as a trial separation period.
But Trisha is not made for the monastic life: she loves her husband, but she needs the sex he can give her. When she cannot have it, she must look elsewhere. And when she learns that her sons have already been introduced to the grownup world of sex by a neighbor, it is only natural that they become her targets.
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CHAPTER ONE
Her heavy tits spilled out of her untied halter as the woman sprawled on her back on the patio lounge. The plastic webbing cut into her flesh but the tits were firm, full-shaped, tempting even though streaks of sweat channeled down from the upright nipples. The globes were white against the tanned darkness of her body, the nipples pink, one pushing against the edge of the halter and revealing a half-moon of puckered aureolae.
She moaned in her sleep, her eyes covered by huge purple sunglasses, and one hand moved down to tug at the tiny triangle of bikini bottom. The flowered cloth was stained with body juices, and now one finger moved under the cloth to dig at the pouting outer lips of her pudenda. As she rubbed her finger across the soft lips a handful of tight dark pubic curls escaped the cloth, although the hair tied back from her face was a golden blonde.
Her finger touched a fiery spot and she shivered, moaning again, the loose halter slipping completely free of the one tit now. Now her whole hand was moving inside the bank of the bikini, pushing the tiny triangle of cloth farther down into her crotch, until two more fingers were able to slip into her cunt. Her ass began to jerk in rhythm to the touch of her fingers, tiny darts upward as she masturbated the good feeling through the soft wet canyon of her cunt, oblivious to anything around her Including the two small figures that suddenly appeared on the lip of the patio where it cut into the side of the hill. The boys had climbed the precarious path from the beach below, rather than take advantage of the steps that zigzagged up to the porch of the beach cottage, and now they were coming down to the patio, the only way into the house from the path.
They stopped together, the sand bucket full of shells still swinging in the younger boy's hand, to stare down at the sight below them.
"Jeez, Jimmy!" The younger boy licked his lips. "Her boobs are showin'!"
"Shhhhhh!" hissed his brother, who at thirteen was the older by a year. He looked back over his shoulder, although the side of the hill was deserted; from here the beach was not visible, but there were only a few people on it, anyway. The public beach a mile away was crowded almost to bursting on this hot August afternoon, but a ten foot chain link fence kept the common people from encroaching on the private sands of those lucky enough to own a chunk of the hillside.
And each of the beach cottages in this exclusive area, more than forty of them, was carefully set into its surroundings so that it was completely hidden from the nearest neighbors, who were always at least a hundred yards away. So there was no one to possibly see them, unless someone chose to follow the boys up the narrow path.
Suddenly the woman arched, digging all of her fingers into her cunt and in the same violent motion, ass completely off the lounge and quivering tightly as the juices flooded out of her inner oven. Her tits pointed away from each other now, the halter slipping down to lie across her throat, the nipples wall-eyed staring away from each other. Instinctively Jimmy crouched down on the ground, then reached to tug Les down with him.
"What's she doin'?" asked Les. "Jerkin' off, dummy! Shut up before she hears us!"
"Jeez, we shouldn't be here, Jimmy!"
"Shut up, damn it! Get down in those weeds!"
They flattened out together, their bodies nut-brown from the summer sun, the shape of their asses pressing against the much-washed tightness of their ragged cutoffs. They were both brown-haired, although Les was curly where Jimmy was straight; the older boy was obviously moving into the changes of puberty, his hips knobby, his arms and legs longer and stringier than his brother's. They were both attractive, even handsome, but the younger boy was smoother-skinned, his face more the other.
"What's Mrs. Gideon doin' now?" demanded Les, his view obstructed by a tall weed. Jimmy dug him sharply in the ribs.
"Damn it, keep your mouth shut, Les!" He barely whispered the words, for she was sitting up now, the halter draped across her wrist. As she leaned forward to rub her knees her tits dropped down against her stomach in a graceful natural curve of her body.
Her crotch was soaked; she stood and looked up toward the side of the hill; but did not see the boys, and with one quick move pulled the bikini bottom down to her ankles and kicked it off. Then she placed her hands on her hips and arched her shoulders back, shaking her head so that her hair swung free, her tits pointing straight out now.
Jimmy swallowed, and reached down to tug at the embarrassing lump bulging at his shorts. His face blazed red with excitement as his eyes sfared at the naked woman so long that they began to bum. Only then did he blink, and shake his head.
"Holy cripes, Les!" he said, not looking at his brother. "You ever see anything like that before?"
"I saw Mary Jane Higgins pull down her panties behind Schoerer's garage last spring. But she's only ten-she ain't got anything like Mrs. Gideon has!"
"Look at the hair around her pussy!"
"Yeah! She's got lots more than you, Jimmy."
"Of course she has, stupid!" Jimmy stole a second away from the entrancing sight before them. "She's grown up-grown ups always have more hair there."
"Yeah? Is that why some men get bald, 'cause they got too much hair down there?"
Jimmy shrugged. "Don't be silly. Gosh, I wish we were closer-we could see everything."
The woman was bending over again, to run her hands up the inside of her thighs, pausing as she squeezed the lips of her cunt. Then she brought them up to cup her tits, lifting each one in turn, smiling with pride. She was unaware of her audience only fifty feet away, but she was pleased with herself.
Not bad, Sue honey-for an old broad of thirty-two!
She laughed then, and bent to pick up the discarded bottom of the swim suit, giving the boys a good view of the brown circle in the bottom of the valley of her ass, and moved toward the house. Jimmy sighed audibly as she went inside, and rolled over on his back.
"Jeez!" Les said again. He sat up, and saw his brother fumbling with his fly. "What are you doin'?"
"I got a hard-on," Jimmy replied, his white shaft popping its six inches into view to prove his words. The inch-thick flagpole rose straight from a nest of tiny brown curls, the foreskin already half worked back over the pink head. Now he reached down to complete the clearing of the cap, a droplet of fluid seeping out of the tiny hole in the very tip. He worked the juice around the cap of his cock, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth.
"You gonna beat off right here?" asked Les, amazed.
"No, dummy!" said Jimmy, patiently. "I gotta pee. I always pee like this, lyin' on my back."
"You don't hafta get sore-I only asked."
"So now you know. Now stop interruptin' unless you want to do this for me."
The younger boy shook his head, but he did not stop watching his brother as Jimmy's hand caressed the shape of his cock now, the fingers extending out straight so that only his palm touched his erection, moving it gently back and forth, one movement touching the flaming length of hot cock down against his body so that the head was against the bare flesh of his belly, pushing over the still-fastened top button of his pants.
Then he began to move in the natural motions of jerking off, his fingers curling in remembered position around the shape of his cock, his thumb reaching up to batter against the rim of the glans. Jimmy was panting lightly now, his lower jaw jutting forward so that his teeth moved up against the outside of his upper lip. He blinked sweat out of his eyes and concentrated on the feeling that was coursing through his gut.
Les watched Jimmy jerking off. His own hand went to the shape of his own cock, feeling a tingle there, but he did not bring it out of his pants. He was kneeling now, as Jimmy's ass rose with each stroke from the ground, then pounded back. Les's back was to the house, while Jimmy's attention was completely on his cock; neither boy saw the still-naked woman appear in the upstairs window, pausing a moment to look out before she continued to the linen closet to get fresh towels for her shower.
She saw them, however-saw Les's straight brown back, and instantly figured out what the other boy was doing, even though he was still mostly concealed by the weeds. She smiled, licking her Up, her hand reaching up to cup one tit almost without thinking.
Well, well, Susan-what have we here? Our young charges are amusing themselves with the old skin and hand game, are they? What say we go out and scare their pants the rest of the way off them?
Her eyes glittered with evil as she hurried back to her bedroom, to belt the short robe around her nakedness. She slipped into sandals and went back downstairs much more quickly than she had gone up. Her ass was tightening with the feeling of excitement, of doing something naughty.
She paused at the patio door a moment before slipping out, however. From here she could just barely see the top of Les's head poking above the weeds, but there was a quivering of the vegetation that told her Jimmy was still hard at work. Not wanting to miss the climax of his activity, she went out then, crossing the patio to the concrete retaining wall. The path actually ended at the top of the wall, but the concrete blocks were staggered out from the cut in the hillside so that they could be climbed like they were stairs.
She climbed quickly, a broad smile wreathing her face, but she managed to swallow it down before reaching the top, replacing it with a frown. She crouched there a moment, until she saw that Les was so intent on watching his brother that he would not have noticed a tank coming over the edge of the hill. Then she stood, and moved forward the half dozen paces until she was standing right over the boys.
Les felt her presence rather than heard it; the boy wheeled around, half-coming to his feet, his fingertips pressing at the ground. At the same instant Jimmy finally reached the moment of his explosion. The older boy's eyes closed tightly as he arched upward, twisting his body so that the white spurts of juice spattered against the surrounding weeds. He held himself there for half a moment as his cock shot forth its juices in a dozen blasts, and when the final tickle was gone from his balls he dropped back heavily, reaching up with his other hand to wipe his brow.
"Jesus, Les!" he said, blinking and then opening his eyes. "It felt like my cock-"
He fell silent as he saw the woman standing there, the frown now settled deeply on her face, her hands on her hips. Jimmy blinked again, his tongue slowly reaching out to move across his lower lip. Then he became aware that his cock was still in his other hand, the shaft swollen with the force of his erection, the head almost radiating its heat away from his fingers.
"MRS. GIDEON!"
It came out a strangled yawp, and he came quickly to his knees, tucking his cock back into his pants and fumbling until he at last managed to work his zipper up. Les was standing up then, as well, looking from his brother to the woman. For a moment there was complete silence as the two opposed parties waited for the other to speak first.
But fright had stolen the boys' voices.
"Well." It was flat, her hands moving now as her arms folded beneath her heavy tits, the fingers of her right one tapping against her elbow. "Just what do you call this exhibition, James?"
"I, uh...." He swallowed, and moved back half a step, looking to Les now as though his brother could rescue him from his embarrassment. But Les was hoping that the ground would open and swallow him.
"What would your mother say if she were here now?" the woman asked after another moment. "Do you think it would please her to see her son exposing himself before the whole world, James?"
"I didn't know anyone was watching!" the boy said suddenly, desperate. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Gideon-I didn't mean it!"
"Yes, very likely you didn't. That's why you were indulging yourself in such wild abandon. What brought you to this state, James? Or are you always in the habit of playing with yourself in public?"
He flamed redder, if possible, and could not meet her eyes. She insisted, pressing. "Well? Something must have aroused you, James? What was it?"
"Nothin'...." the boy said, softly, looking away.
"Nothing? Then why did you do it?"
"I just ... felt like it, Mrs. Gideon."
"Ah, then you are in the habit of abusing yourself! How often have you done this in my house?"
"Never!" he said, shocked. "Never before...."
"But something made you want to do it now." Now the mischievous twinkle was in her eye, and she was fighting to keep her mouth from grinning. She tapped a knuckle against her teeth. "Could it have been something you saw, James?"
"No'm. I didn't see nothin'-did we, Les!"
But his brother's shame showed clearly on his face. He could not give Jimmy the support he wanted, and Mrs. Gideon nodded.
"I see. Or rather, you did see something-you saw me on the patio, didn't you, Lester?"
The younger boy was caught by the sudden switch in target. He stammered a moment. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Gideon, really I am! We didn't mean to spy-we couldn't help it!"
"A likely story, probably conceived by a criminal mind. You couldn't help it. What exactly did you think that you saw me doing, Lester?"
He mumbled, but could not answer. At last she nodded again, satisfied. "Well. I suppose something will have to be done about this-do you agree?"
Jimmy shrugged; Les kept silent.
"Yes, well, march on down to the house right now, both of you-I don't intend to continue this discussion on the side of this hill."
Jimmy's ears were burning as he led the way down to the patio-and to make things worse, his cock was still burning hard, and his balls were caught in the crack of his leg. But he didn't dare stop now to ease them, even though each step he took squeezed them together. He wouldn't touch himself again before her!
But what was she going to do to them? At the very least, she'd certainly tell their mother-and right now Jimmy felt about three inches tall not because he had been caught playing with himself, but because of the trouble this would make at home. Right now Ma had all the trouble she could handle, the way the family was split apart-Dad and the girls still living in town, while she had brought the boys out to the beach house for the summer.
Ma was worried enough over the possibility of divorcing their father; Jimmy would do anything in his power to keep her from having any more hassle.
"Please, Mrs. Gideon!" he said, as soon as they were in the living room. He wheeled to face her, his hands held out to her. "I'm sorry I did it-please don't tell Ma about it!"
"Oh?" She went to the refectory table in front of the big front windows and took a cigarette from the marble box. Lighting it helped her hide the smile a moment longer. "And why shouldn't I tell your mother? I think she has a right to know that her sons have been amusing themselves in such a filthy way."
"No!" cried Jimmy. "Please, no! It will only hurt her if you tell. Please-you can punish me, I'll do whatever you say. Just don't tell Ma!"
"Yes, well." She inhaled deeply, and let the smoke out through her nose, "Punishment sounds called for. What do you suggest that I do to punish you, James?"
He shrugged. "I dunno-make me stay in the house the rest of the week, while Ma's workin'."
"That sounds tedious. I prefer to have my punishments over and done with, quickly. I have it!" And she did smile now, unable to restrain her face any longer. "A good sound spanking. Every boy needs a good tanning every once in a while, just to remind them to keep on the straight and narrow path."
Jimmy swallowed. "You're gonna spank me?"
"I think it suitable, yes. Do you object, James? Do you perhaps think you are too big to be spanked?"
He was half a head taller than his brother, but he still came only to her shoulder. He shrugged again, and shook his head.
"I guess not. Can we get it over with?" Then he glanced at Les. "And can Les leave? I'd just as soon he didn't see."
"Oh, but Lester is a bad boy, too!" she said. "After all, his big eyes saw more than they should have. No, you're both going to get it. Lester, I want you to go into my dressing room and bring me that flat-backed hair brush-the plastic one, not the silver one. Go on, now-hurry and do as I say."
Les looked at his brother for perhaps five seconds, then left to do as he was told. Mrs. Gideon stubbed her cigarette out in an ashtray and quickly lit another one, not looking at the boy she had just threatened until she heard the sound of Les's footsteps returning. Then she wheeled around too quickly, her robe gaping so that both boys got a quick glimpse of dark shadow before the cloth flopped back into place.
"Well," she said, putting that cigarette out before she looked at them. She held the brush in her right hand, tapping the flat back against her other palm. "I think this will do very nicely. Shall we say twenty strokes each?"
"I didn't do anything!" said Les, suddenly. "Jimmy's the one you caught-"
"Um, yes," she said, when he did not finish his statement. "You only looked. All right, Lester-ten strokes for you, and twenty for Jimmy. Does that seem fair enough to your criminal minds? James?"
Jimmy shrugged, turning away. "I guess so."
"Lester?"
"Yes, ma'am," the boy said, unhappily.
"Very well, then-you first, Lester. Both of you remove your pants."
The boys shot a sudden look at her, their heads moving as though attached to a single neck. Then Les was looking at Jimmy again.
"Huh?" he said. "What do you mean?"
"You saw me naked, both of you. I think it only fitting that I see you naked as I deliver the punishment. Or would you rather I let your mother handle this entire matter?"
"No, ma'am!" said Jimmy, hurriedly. "Come on, Les-it will be over quick enough. Come on, if I can let her do it, so can you-you're only gonna get half as many as me. Take 'em off."
He was already fumbling with his own top snap even as he spoke, and now he worked the zipper down. But he turned away from the woman as he slipped the pants down, watching Les as the younger boy at last began to shuck down himself. But Jimmy could see that Les' ears were burning with shame, and knew that he was going to have to do something special to make it up to him.
Neither boy was wearing underpants, for the cutoffs served both as trousers and as swimsuits for them. The white shape of the boy's bottom was quickly in sight, beginning just below his belly button and extending no more than two inches down either leg, and at last Les was facing Mrs. Gideon. She had seated herself on the low leather couch, and now she gestured for him to lie across her lap. He did so, his bottom sticking up, his teeth biting on his lip.
The hairbrush cracked down loudly, and for an instant the half-moon buttock was even whiter than before; then it was flooding pink, a color that waxed and waned as the other strokes came quickly. Jimmy started to count, but in no more than as many seconds, the ten strokes were done and Les was standing up, fighting back his tears. "Now you, James."
He moved into position, closing his eyes, steeling himself. But the first crack was harder than he expected, and despite himself the tears were quickly flowing. But the woman was in as much a hurry as before, and almost before he knew it the only thing remaining of the twenty strokes was the pain coursing across his butt.
Her hand was touching him there, feeling the heat that coursed from the rest of his body. She rubbed him gently, as though marking the damage-and suddenly her robe was opening, and his cock was dropping between her legs. The sharp hair of her cunt caught at his flesh as she squeezed her legs together.
CHAPTER TWO
"HEY!"
Jimmy yelped as he felt the sudden pressure of her legs about his cock, and then his face and neck were burning with embarrassment again. For an instant he did not realize that she had done it deliberately, the robe opening just to trap him.
The flesh of his shaft was still swollen, although not really hard, and now it seemed as though she meant to squeeze it down to nothing. Her knees were locked together and her hand pushed down on his ass as she reached with the other to shove his face down against the couch.
"LET GO!" He tried to twist free, to look up at her, wanting to get his cock away from the gulping lips of her cunt. He felt her wetness there, felt the cunt hairs pushing into his belly; his cock had skinned back as it dropped between her legs, so that the head had caught against the bottom of her slit. Despite his struggles, she was exerting all of her strength to keep him prisoner.
"Please!" he cried. "Let go of me! What are you doing?"
"What-are you suddenly ashamed, James?" She laughed, a low contralto. "You weren't ashamed before."
"LET ME GO!"
His cheek was against the cushion now, his eyes staring at his brother across the room. "Help me, Les!"
"Lester can't help you, James," she said, fighting his flailing arms. "Hold still, damn it!"
Suddenly her legs opened to let his cock pop free, and then Jimmy was almost on his feet, trying to tear free of her arms. But before he could break loose she had caught him tight again, her arms wrapped around his middle, pulling him back against her breasts-which wer naked against his back as her robe gaped completely open.
"LES! HELP ME!"
"Be quiet, damn it!" she said now, pinning him securely. "OUCH! Blast your hide, you'll pay for that, boy! Now hold still!"
The one arm had him around the belly, and now the other hand dropped into his crotch, grabbed first at his flopping cock and then at his balls. She squeezed them in her hand, tightly, making the boy gasp with the sudden pain. His struggles ceased as she brought pressure again, and he stood quietly between her legs.
"Now that's better." Her breath hissed over his shoulder as she straightened, Jimmy feeling her nipples trailing two streaks up the sweat that coated his back. His asshole puckered at the sensation of her flat belly touching him there, while the hair around her cunt rubbed against his inner thighs.
"Are you going to be good?"
He swallowed as she exerted pressure on his balls again, and nodded. "Yes...."
"All right." She released his balls, although the one arm still circled his waist, to wipe her mouth. Together they stared at the other boy, who had moved as far away from them as he could, although he had made no effort to retrieve his shorts from where they lay heaped on the rug. The younger boy was standing so that his nakedness was almost concealed by a chair, his hands grasping the top. It was clear that he wanted to run-but he would not leave his brother.
"Please," Jimmy said again, when he had caught his breath. "Please let me go, Mrs. Gideon. I won't do anything ... "
"Oh, but that's not at all what I have in mind, my fine young boy. I very much intend that you do something-that both of you do something that will please me very much. I really don't understand all the fuss-I promise you that you're going to like what I have in mind."
"This isn't right," said Jimmy. "We shouldn't be here-like this."
"You shouldn't have been watching me when I was on the patio without any clothes on, either-but you did. That couldn't have been such a terrible wrong."
"We're sorry!" said Jimmy. "Please-we won't ever do anything like that again."
"Oh yes you will. If I tell you to, you will." She laughed. "You seemed proud of your cock while you were beating it, James-aren't you proud of it now?"
"No," he said, his ears burning.
"But you should be-it's a very nice cock, as boy cocks go. It's just the right size to play with-and if you want me to keep quiet about what you did, then you're going to have to play with me now. Both of you. Otherwise I tell your mother what nasty little boys you are."
"Well tell her what you're trying to make us do now," said Les suddenly, surprising himself with his boldness. "You're the nasty one!"
"I don't think you'll do that," she said. "Somehow I don't think she will believe you."
The brothers looked at each other, Jimmy shrugging. What Mrs. Gideon said was right-grownups hung together. Kids had no chance against them.
"We gotta do what she wants, Les."
"That's right," she said, knowing that she had won. "Now come here, Lester-that chair can't hide you. I can see your cock."
The younger boy was near tears as he moved away from the protection of the chair, and Jimmy saw that his cock was sticking out straight, hard even in his embarrassment. It was not as big as his own, and only half as thick, but there was a tight ring of the same curly brown hair around the base. The balls were drawn up tight, wrinkled and red, but the head of it was still hidden in the foreskin.
"Come here to me," the woman said again. "I'm not going to bite you, Lester."
He came across the room warily, stopped just out of her reach. She smiled now, and patted the seat beside her.
"Sit down-right here."
Glancing at Jimmy again, Les tried to leave a wide gap as he followed instructions. But she was standing up now, Jimmy standing perforce with her. One hand remained on the older boy's shoulder as she shrugged out of the robe, and then switched hands; then she was dropping beside Les, so close that their thighs touched, and bringing Jimmy back down on her other side.
"There, now-that's better."
Her arms lay across the boy's shoulders, and she pulled them toward her, ruffling their hair. But the boys did not look at her when her hands moved away again.
"Is this so terrible?"
"What do you want us to do?" Jimmy asked, miserably.
She smiled again, touched his thigh, running her hand across his sweaty flesh. Then she was lifting the soft shaft of his cock into her fingers, weighing it gently. The contrast between the tan of her skin and the whiteness of his private flesh was almost startling.
"You like to play with yourself," she said. "You were having a heck of a good time."
"It isn't the same thing," said Jimmy.
"Of course it is. Look, boys, God made men and women different for just one reason-so that they would fit together in the sex act. That's why men and boys have cocks, and women and girls have cunts."
Les looked up at her use of the word-the first time that she had said anything so bluntly nasty. His cock was still standing tall, and now her other hand moved down to touch him, moved over his shaft in a cupping motion. The palm of her hand was battering the end of his glans, although very lightly.
"God made sex, too-which means that he wanted people to use the things he gave them. That's why sex is the greatest feeling there is-there's just nothing better. When boys and girls get to a certain age, then He gets them interested in each other, shows them how much fun it can be to fit the parts together. In caveman days, as soon as they were old enough to do it, to make babies, then they were grown up and made families. Nowadays you wait until you're older, until you can make a living and support a family-but the whole idea of marriage is to make babies. Which means having sex, fitting boy things and girl things together. So to make sure that people would make plenty of babies, God mady sex the greatest fun of all."
"But this isn't right," said Jimmy, still not able to look her in the face. He was staring down into his crotch now, his whole body burning with his embarrassment because his cock was beginning to stand up under her touch. Why didn't the damn thing ask him what he wanted?
"Men and women do it together, but kids aren't supposed to do it-at least, not like this."
"Does this feel good?"
She cupped his cock now with her fingers, and began to masturbate him in an easy stroke; with the other hand she was doing the same for Les. Both boys were growing harder with each movement, although the touch of her fingers was so gentle that it was driving Jimmy nearly mad.
"Well?" she insisted. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No," said Jimmy, mumbling.
"It feels good!" said Les, strongly, gazing with Wonder at his cock. He didn't jerk off very often-nowhere near as much as Jimmy-but his cock had never felt like this before! It was more than a tickle; he could feel his balls tensing under her fingertips, and knew that he was at the point of exploding.
"JEEZ!" he cried. "I'M GONNA CUM, MRS. GIDEON!"
Before she could change the position of her hand the delicious sensation of spurting was rising up the shaft of his cock, moving out from his balls. The first droplet appeared in the hole at the head of his cock, held there a tiny instant, and then the pressure building behind it slammed it forth, to splatter against the palm of her hand. She began to stroke him faster now as his cum continued to shoot forth, the boy's ass trying to follow her movements, rising an inch and then more from the couch. His stomach muscles tightened and his teeth clenched at his Up as he concentrated on moving his cock within her fingers.
"Oh, Jeez!" he cried. "That feels so good! Oh, please-OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh! AHHH, MMMMMM, OOOoohhh!"
For an instant he forgot to breathe, and then a sigh escaped from his lips as he felt his cum coating his cock, making his inner thighs even wetter than the sweat. His head flopped back against the couch, eyes closing.
"JEEZ!" he said. "It never felt like THAT before!"
"Have you ever done it with a girl?" she asked, amused.
"Uh-unh!" His eyes popped out and he shook his head. "I never done ANYTHING like that!"
"Oh? Not even with your twin sister?"
Les looked to Jimmy. What kind of witch was this woman? Did she know every secret?
"Well?" she prompted. "How about you, Jimmy? Haven't you ever fooled around with your twin? Your sisters are very pretty girls, both of them. I find it hard to believe that you've never been tempted to slip your hand inside their pajamas."
The boys admitted their guilt through their silence, both of them ears burning. Jimmy stared straight ahead, chin slumping to his chest, but she was satisfied.
"Just as I thought. How far have you gone?"
"We never ... screwed them," said Les, then. "Just touched them a bit, let them touch us."
"Shut up, Les!"
"Jeez, she already knows, Jimmy!"
"She'll know if you don't shut up!"
The woman laughed as the boy fell silent then, "It isn't really important, boys. It just affirms my faith in the close love of brothers and sisters. Now then, James-it's your turn."
"My turn for what?" he asked, suspiciously.
"To come, of course. Lester shot a very nice load all over my hand." She was moving around, slipping off the couch onto her knees, but she held up the hand that was still sticky with the boy cum. "Now it's your turn to shoot a load."
Before the boy could ask what she had in mind she was between his legs. Instinctively he raised his knees, but she pushed them down again, and rearranged him on the couch so that his groin was almost flat before her. Her tits bounced against his thighs as she bent over him, her hair spilling around to conceal what she was doing.
And then he felt the first touch of her lips against his cock. Almost immediately she had taken him completely within her mouth, her lips pushing the foreskin back from the glans as her tongue tasted the juices building there. Then she was quickly diving down on him, taking his six inches all of the way into the back of her mouth, so that his cockhead batted against her vulva.
Jimmy sighed deeply, moving his ass down another inch or so as she held her lips there, completely wrapped around the base of his cock. Then she brought up her hands and touched his balls, teasing them, moving them gently within the sac.
"Oh, CHRIST!" The boy swallowed. "JESUS! GAAAHHH, OH, OH, OH!"
He humped up against her suddenly, trying to drive his cock another inch into that wonderful warm sucking cavern. She read his desire, and began to work her throat against him, swallowing against his head and sending a throbbing sensation up and down the veins of his cock. A moment later she began to move up and down on him, pulling back until the rim of his glans was barely held within her lips, and then quickly diving all the way back down again.
Jimmy could not help himself; he began to fuck against her, his ass rising off the couch with each upstroke of her lips, pulling back again as she came down on him. The pressure of her lips was gentle, all-encompassing. It felt as though his cock were expanding inside that wonderful fucking and sucking instrument, until it was grown almost larger than the rest of his body. She showed no trouble in taking him all of the way, tiny animal grunts escaping from her as she dragged short breathes of air into her lips, to reveal her pleasure in the act of sucking the boy.
The load he had shot up on the hillside was the first of the day, although he sometimes jerked off three or even four times. There were other times, though, when he would not even touch himself except to pee for days at a time, trying deliberately to refrain from playing with his cock. He knew that there was nothing wrong in masturbation, that almost all boys and girls did it at some time or another. But not touching himself when other kids were showed him that he was stronger than the rest of them.
Once he had gone ten days-and then the need to relieve himself was so strong that he had three wet dreams on the same night. When he woke from the third, to find his groin sticky inside his pajamas again, the burning memory of the dream was still strong, his cock still hard. He looked over at Les to see if his brother was awake, and then began to jerk off, surrendering to the stronger needs of his sex drive.
Not that he minded Les being awake: the boys frequently jerked off in the knowledge that the other was watching. They never screwed around together, though, like some of the kids wanted to do-the closest they had ever come was when their sisters had talked them into a four-way fooling around party last winter.
That's why it seemed so bad to him now, having Les there to see his involvement. Jimmy knew that he would be enjoying himself one hell of a lot more if he was alone with the woman-for it was just such circumstances that formed the basis of his night dreams.
"OOOoohhh-GOD-MMMnnnggg-UH, UH!" He moaned in the throes of the sexual sensation, and suddenly his cock was spurting into her mouth, the cum rising quickly, spurting up, up, one sequence and then a second and a third and an impossible fourth, despite the load already spilled on the hillside. He fucked up against her as she made gobbling noises now, her hands going to his hips to grasp him, to hold tightly against his explosion. For the boy it was a sensation never before felt, even when his twin sister had jerked him off to cumming. His cock, his whole belly, was on fire, glowing, burning, sending out a beacon of marvelous wonderful sensational feeling.
"Oh, GOD, AAA-a-a-a-i-i-i-e-e-e-EEEK!" he cried, the words escaping from his lips as his hands clasped at the corded edge of the couch. "OH, JESUUUSSSSSSSSS! I'M CUMMIN'! I CAN'T HELP IT, MRS. GIDEON-I'M CUMMINNNNNNNNNG!"
He humped against her, driving his cock all of the way back into her mouth, battering his groin against her lips in a series of pounding blows that went unfelt as the woman drank deep of his boyhood essence, swallowed down the cum from his cock, from his balls. Her own ass was quivering, twitching, her cunt moving spasmodically against a cock that was not present as she worked on the boy, pulled against him, drew all of him that existed down into her stomach.
Jimmy cried out again, oblivious to his surroundings, not knowing that his brother was staring in eyes wide half with fright, half with fascination. Les was manipulating his own cock again, although not really jerking it off now, as he stared entranced at the woman's head bouncing up and down against his brother's groin, her tits bobbing in rhythm with her sucking movements, her ass waving wildly in the air. He wanted to move behind her, to look between her legs, but he dared not move from this position, afraid to break the spell of wonderful magic that had captured them, carried them into a fairy tale world.
"Jesusssssssss!"
The cry was a rasp, escaping with the last of Jimmy's breath as every ounce of strength escaped from him, draining into the woman's mouth. His belly heaved with his chest, his eyes staring, half-crossed, without seeing. His hair hung down into his face, his tongue lolled from the corner of his mouth.
Between his legs, the woman realized that there was no more to be had from his fountain, this springlet of boy power. Her own movements slowed, ceased, although she continued to press down on him with her hips. But his shaft was softening within them, laying now across her tongue; the sweet taste of the boy cock made her swallow convulsively, and bite down, as though she wanted to take his cock from his body and keep it within her.
Jimmy scarcely felt the pressure of her teeth as she pulled away, then settled back on her haunches, her hands on her thighs. They were both coated with perspiration, her breasts glistening as they dropped against her belly. She looked into Jimmy's eyes as the boy at last began to focus on what was before him, a soft smile curving the corners of her mouth.
"There," she said. "Was that so terrible?"
Jimmy shook his head. "Jeez! I never did anything like that before!"
"Did you like it?" she insisted.
He shrugged, looked away toward Les-and then in the opposite direction, so that he would not read the satisfaction that was reflected there.
"Did you like it?" she said again, and reached for his cock. Jimmy drew up his knees to protect himself, and then surrendered.
"Yeah, I guess so."
She laughed, and Les piped up eagerly: "What was it like, Jimmy?"
He shook his head. "I don't know-I can't explain it. It was a good feeling."
His fingers moved to touch his balls, gingerly, as though surprised to find that they were still there. Les was watching his every move as Mrs. Gideon stood then, and looked down at them.
"You'll get your chance to find out what it's like, Lester," she said. "Right now it's my turn."
"Huh?" Les tore his eyes away from Jimmy. "What do you mean?"
She smiled, reached down to rub her mound with her hand. "Boys aren't the only ones who can get satisfaction from sex. I want my share, too."
"You mean ladies can shoot just like boys?" He seemed amazed by the idea. "You don't have a pecker!"
She laughed. "Haven't you ever seen a woman's cunt, Lester?"
He shrugged. "Just my sister, Liz. An' she just started getting hair on it this spring."
"It's time for a lesson, then."
She sat down on the couch, the boys moving apart as she spread her legs. Her hands moved to her mount, spread the pudenda so that they could see into the passage. Her finger found the clitoris, a prominent erection in her depths.
"This is a woman's cock, boys-it's not really the same thing, but it serves some of the same purpose. And when a boy or a man sucks me like I did James, it gives me just as great a sensation-something even better than fucking, sometimes."
Both boys stared, fascinated-and then Les reached out with his one finger, to touch her there. She smiled as he caressed the shape of the clit, ignoring the wetness of the encompassing cunt, taking it at last between thumb and first two fingers.
"That's right," she said. "That feels very nice, Lester-but it would feel much nicer if you sucked it."
Without further invitation the boy suddenly pressed his face into her cunt....
CHAPTER THREE
The first dive made her gasp for pleasure, and she grabbed the back of the boy's head, trying to drag him all of the way into her cunt. But he struggled, trying to breathe, his ass waving wildly and his hands pushing against her legs. She realized that she had gone too far then, and relented, and he quickly pulled free.
"Gosh!" he said, his face coated with the juices of her cunt. "You were smothering me!"
"I'm sorry," she said. "But was it so bad, taking my clit in your mouth?"
He shrugged, looked at Jimmy. "Nah, I guess not. It was all right."
The fire was burning slowly in her gut now, almost touched off by the boy's lips. For a moment she closed her eyes, head dropping back against the top of the couch, breathing lightly. Then she opened them again, to stare at the boys in turn.
"Have...." She licked her lip. "Have either of you boys ever fucked a girl?"
"Not me!" said Les, quickly. But his brother would not meet her eyes.
"How about you, James?"
He looked away. "I've screwed around a couple of times."
"With your sister?"
He would not answer, but she was satisfied. "I'm sure you've never had a woman. Don't you want to find out what it's like?"
"How?" asked Les. But Jimmy kept silent, already knowing the answer.
"By fucking me, of course."
She came forward to the edge of the couch, reached out to touch both of their cocks. Les was standing hard again, although his brother was just as glad that he was at half-droop. Christ, she'd be thinking that he had nothing but sex on his mind!
"You do want to fuck me, don't you, boys?"
She insisted that they answer. Les stared at Jimmy again, hoping that his brother would take the lead; but Jimmy kept silent until after the younger boy agreed.
"Sure."
"And you, James?"
"I guess so."
"Only guess?"
"Yeah, I want to."
"Good." She was satisfied at last. "Gather those throw pillows, boys-the ones from the other couch, too. Pile them here on the floor."
She set about making a deep bed from the two dozen or more pillows that were scattered around the room, pausing to fluff up the center in several places and rearrange some of the cushions more comfortably. When she was done the nest she had built was three pillows thick at the center, and large enough for all three of them to lie next to each other. Nodding her head with pleasure, she climbed into the center of the nest, then lay down.
"Who wants to be first?"
Again the boys looked at each other, but Jimmy could not find the answer. At last she took it out of their hands.
"Lester, the first time is for you-James came last. You should have your reservoirs built up again full strength. Come on, over here."
She held up her arms as the boy made his way to her, her knees drawn up and apart. He came between her legs, kneeling there, staring down at the entrance to her body, his cock pointing up from his groin.
And then he looked up at her, meeting her eyes, moving his gaze down to her tits. He studied them until she reached out to touch his arm, lifting it until her fingers slid down to his hand. Then she placed that against the full round shape of the one breast.
"That's what you want to do, isn't it?" she asked, softly. The boy swallowed. "Yeah...."
His other hand moved to that place, the two together lifting, hefting the weight of her tit. Then his finger moved across the mound to the nipple, discovering its spongy strength as it already stood erect. He traced the circle of darker flesh around the nipple, biting down on his lower lip.
"It's all right, Lester. You can suck it if you want."
The boy looked up quickly, read reassurance in her eyes. His hands moved to the full shape of her again, lifting the tit until the nipple was staring up at him like another eye. Then he was bending, touching it with his teeth as though afraid of the sensation. She smiled, thinking it strange that he should hesitate over her tit after burying his face in her cunt; and then the boy was sucking against her, pulling her nipple between his teeth, drawing down on her as she had drawn down on his brother's cock.
Les swallowed, sucking harder, as though trying to draw the mother's milk of dim memory from her. His hands were kneading her now, squeezing the soft flesh of her tit, working eagerly as he sucked against her. Their bellies were touching now, the shaft of his cock sliding over the upper edge of her mound as the woman reached up to caress him gently, letting her fingers move over his shoulder, down his arms.
Now tiny darts of pleasure were charging through her, coming from the center of the sucked nipple as the boy tried to draw out of her something that he never really knew that was her. Her hand touched his face, moved to the back of his head, pulling down on him. But her ass was moving, too, her cunt working against nothing, trying to suck at his balls and pull them in. At last she could stand his tit sucking no longer. She reached up with both hands to grasp his face, push him away.
"FUCK ME!" she begged. "Please, Les-FUCK ME NOW!"
The boy maneuvered between her legs until his cock was in position against the entrance to her cunt. No further movement was necessary-before he could make an attempt to drive in, she had sucked him down into the maw of her cunt, pulling him down with the strength of her muscles until his belly popped wetly against her own.
"Oh, God! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE! EE-e-e-e-i-i-II!!"
The boy was trying, working against her, but he was still in a kneeling position. She bucked against him, at last raising her ass from the bed of pillows until she was lifting him straight into the air. Her feet caught against his, straightening his legs, so that when they dropped down again he was at last in proper position. His chest crushed against her tits, a load that was light enough that she scarcely felt it, concentrating her attention on the shape of his cock as it probed into her cunt.
She worked spasmodically against him as the boy began a tentative fucking movement, still awkward in his ignorance of the proper act. He was all of the way in her now, the shape of his cock barely enough to offer proper sensation-but enough to light the fires of desire in the soft undulating flesh that enclosed his prodding. She moaned beneath him, writhing, her hands clutching at his back, her nails tearing at his flesh until welts were raised and blood was beginning to run.
"OH, JEEEEEEEEEZ!" The boy cried out at the pain, but almost immediately ignored it in the wonderful sensations that enveloped his cock, reached out wetly, warmly, to suck against his groin, his belly. His balls were within the outer lips of her cunt now, squeezed by the pressure of her body's response to his presence, and again the pain was enough to make him cry out, pull back. "SHIT ... IT Huuurrrtts!"
But she would not let him escape; immediately she pulled him back down with her hands, sucked him into her cunt with her own powerful forces; and in that way he learned the first proper motions of the fucking, learned that it felt good to pull away, come back, rise out until his cock was almost free of her, then fall back until it seemed as though he would drop all of the way inside of her body, be completely swallowed up by her cunt. He could feel her heat moving over him, pulling him down, enveloping him completely until it seemed that the sensations of wet cunt were moving across his belly and his ass, moving up to take in his chest and his shoulders and his arms, moving down to take his legs, his knees, even his toes into the throes of the wonderful fucking motion, movement.
"OH, GOD!" She cried out with harsh throat, working furiously beneath the boy, moving under him and against him, moving him across her body. "OH FUCKING JESUS CHRIST! FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
The boy panted, wanting to cry out himself but not knowing the words to call, the curses to enchant, the prayers to utter. He was captured on top of a tossing rolling whirlwind of pulsating sexual sensation, and knew not how to get off. The feeling was unlike any he had ever before known, his immature testicles working to generate a full adult potion of love fluid, the undeveloped length of his boy cock expanding in the heat of the fucking, of the excitement, far beyond any expansion that he had ever before known. His cock seemed to be the only part of him that was feeling as he rode over her, across her ... and then all sensation was centered in his balls as they throbbed, swelled, touched each other, generating the cum, building to the explosion that would rip his young soul from his body and cast it into the maelstrom of eternal pleasure.
Les panted as the woman moaned beneath him, fucking furiously against the boy, control of the act completely taken away from him. She held him tightly, squeezed him in her arms until he could not breathe, the red haze rising over his eyes, filling his chest, his heart working to fuel the body with oxygen that was constricted from his lungs. And still he fucked with her, rode her, let her carry him along....
Her juices poured forth, pushing against the plug of the boy cock in her cunt, spilling around his flesh and out against him, flooding their bodies, flooding the pillows beneath them. He was aware of the sudden increase in wetness, but the fury of her fucking did not abate, kept on at the same pace until at last his boy balls answered, sent forth their own messengers of spirocyte against spirocyte, swimming in the fluid bath, the potential seed of hundreds of thousands moving out, moving into her, filling the chasm of cunt until the juices mixed completely together, until it was impossible to say which droplet came from woman, which spurt from boy.
"OH, GOD! SHIT-IT'S GOOOOODDD!!"
The woman gasped for breath as her cunt at last stopped working, hands dropping away from the boy. His fucking slowed, stopped, his cock holding in place within her only because he lacked the strength to withdraw. They lay together, juices seeping from their bodies, chests heaving, the boy rising and falling on her tits, their eyes closed with the satiation of the fucking done, at last finished.
"Oh, Jesus...."
She swallowed, opened her eyes. The boy's face was against the top of her tits, his hair wetly moving beneath her expelled breath. She brushed her hand across the top of his head, smelling the strong smell of her own sweat, imagining that she smelled the weaker smell of his maleness even though it was almost absent because of his immaturity. But he was developed enough to fill her cunt with the juice of his balls....
She sighed, moved her hand down his back, felt the shape of his hips, moved her finger into the upper reaches of the ass crack. The boy was breathing easier now, but his eyes were still closed, as though he had moved into sleep.
"Hey!" She touched his face with her hand. "Wake UP!"
"I'm awake," he mumbled, wriggling against her, sending the soft shape of his cock up and down the length of her slit. "I'm not asleep." But he did not open his eyes.
She reached down then with her hand, worked it between their bellies, lifting his groin free of her own. His chest was still against her tits, but his cock came wetly from her cunt now, the sucking noise loud. He opened his eyes at last as she rolled him to one side.
"Well?" She licked her lips, looked over to see the other boy hunched on the edge of the couch. Jimmy's hands were between his legs, but she could see his cock hanging down, soft.
"Give me a cigarette, James. Over there, on the table."
He stared at her a moment, then stood and went to get the cigarettes for her. He flicked the lighter until she dragged a deep lungful of smoke in, then let it slowly filter out through her nostrils.
"Well," she said again, and sighed. She wiggled her ass once, experimentally, and reached under her body to rearrange several of the pillows that had shifted out of position. "That was nice."
Les opened his eyes. "It was? Did I do it right?"
"Right enough for a first timer."
"I'm glad." He wriggled his body in the heap of pillows. "That was fun."
"Are you ready for your turn, James?"
The older boy was on the couch again; he shook his head. "I'd just as soon skip my turn."
"Oh?" She struggled up now. "What's the matter-getting cold feet?"
He shrugged. She kneeled in the center of the nest, staring at him for a moment; then she pulled herself up, came over to the couch to sit beside him.
"Changed your mind, James? A few minutes ago you said you wanted to fuck me."
"I lied."
"What are you so nervous about?"
"Because it isn't right!" he said, suddenly. "Maybe all you said about sex and everything is true, but that doesn't make it right for grownups to screw around with kids! It's a sin!"
"I don't believe in sin," she said, after taking another drag on her cigarette.
"Why?" he demanded then. "Why do you want to screw around with kids, with boys? Why don't you go after men?"
She shrugged. "Don't get the idea that I do this all the time, my fine young fellow. I don't-I haven't fucked a young boy since I was a young girl. It seems to me I should be yelling at you-after all, it was you beating your meat that made me feel so horny. So it's your own fault, young James."
"You aren't going to tell Ma on us," he said, suddenly. Then he met her gaze. "You don't dare."
"You'd be surprised what I dare do," she said, smiling again. "But I won't tell your mother, no, because you aren't going to make me tell her. You're going to give me what I need on this hot summer afternoon, so nobody will have to tell on anyone."
"We might tell on you."
"Why?" She looked at the younger boy, still curled up in the nest. He grinned at her. "Les won't-he feels too good. And so will you, once we finish fucking."
"I won't do it," the boy said, stubbornly. "I'll tell Ma."
"No you won't-you don't want to upset her. And who else could you tell, and still stay out of trouble yourself? My husband? He doesn't give a shit what I do, or with who-the idea of screwing a kid would probably turn him on.
"No, James, my fine young cock-" She leaned over to stub out the cigarette, "-you aren't going to say a word to anybody. You're just going to throw your cock into me, like a good boy, and enjoy every minute of it."
He stood, stepped one step away from her.
"I won't!"
"Oh yes you will."
She was diving at him then, wrapping her arms around his legs, throwing him off balance. He tried to twist free, but hit the outer edge of the pillow bed. Before he could maneuver she scrambled up over him, pressed him down with her whole body across his middle. She grinned, her lips only inches from his, and reached down with her right hand to grab at his balls.
The boy winced, and tried to protect himself by pulling up his legs, but instead of the squeeze, she touched him gently, moving her fingers along the edge of his cock. She was heavier than he, and now she moved over him until her cunt was above his face, her tongue reaching down to lick around his cock and his balls. Then she was sucking his shaft deep into her mouth again.
Jimmy moaned, but his body failed him: he knew that his cock was standing hard under her touch. Hating himself, he collapsed completely, surrendering to whatever she wanted, hoping only that she would make it fast. She felt him go limp, and rose far enough from his body to see that he was not faking. Then she turned around again, lay beside him, stroking him as her lips tasted the shape of his face.
"It's good," she said, "really it is. Ask your brother-it's the greatest feeling in the world."
But the boy would not respond. After a moment she rose over him again, seating herself over his pelvis, feeling his bony boy body under the soft masses of her ass. His eyes stayed closed, but his cock was probing against the back of her buttocks, and now she reached down to manipulate it a moment. Then she was rising, moving down until his cockhead was at her entrance, dropping in one swift motion so that he entered her completely.
Despite himself, Jimmy gasped, and flexed his ass beneath her. But he would not open his eyes to look at her even as her weight carried his cock completely within her, almost far enough to batter at the opening to her womb. She felt his thick shape pressing across her own tiny one as the clitoris keyed her into life.
"Look at me, damnit!"
Her hand reached his face, gouged his cheeks, until he opened his eyes. He saw the shape of her tits swaying over him, and then she was positioning herself, readying for the ride that would change his opinion of his own role. She settled back, twisting against the root of his cock until she was satisfied that she could draw him in no more-and then suddenly she was plunging fuU into the fiery ride of fucking.
The boy gasped again as she took him completely, the length of her cunt wrapping tightly about his cock and squeezing the blood until it hurt just to be hard. Then she began the fucking movements, although at first he was able to stop himself from responding. But soon enough his body answered the call of her heat and began to move, at first in tiny jerks of involuntary muscle contractions. But the pace picked up, and soon enough she knew that she had mastered him completely.
"THAT'S IT, BOY!" she cried. "OH, FUCK ME! COME ON, fuck INTO me! Push, damn it-PUSH!"
His hands were clenching her sides now, his thumbs working against her tits, his lips drawn back over his teeth as he gasped for breath. His cock seemed swollen terribly, seemed to fill the maw of her cunt completely-but at the same time he could feel distinctly the pressure of her cunt hair against his belly. His balls were rising high as she rode forward, dropping back heavily as she reversed the motion, always working tighter within the sac as they began to manufacture a third load of his life juice.
"Oh, Christ! FUCK ME, BABY-fuck meeeeeeEEEEEE!"
He was-he was trying to. Her weight was almost too much for him, but he humped up against her as his cock rode deep into her body, until it seemed that the jar of bottoming out must break it loose from its roots. There was the tiniest pause as her body prepared to reverse, and then the kinetic energy was throwing them the other way, but always against each other, belly against belly, cock within cunt. The muscles of her passage worked on him as though trying to milk him of his life force, and his balls ached now with the effort of answering the demands she made, the needs of his own body; but there was no surcease to the wild fucking ride.
"Oh fuck! Oh Jesus!"
And now the boy was answering her cries with his own, the words spewing unheard from his lips as he fought to stay with her, fought against her, fucking with ail of his might and power, trying to fill her until even she would be satisfied, trying to still the terrible hunger that was gnawing at his vitals.
"Oh, Mama!" he cried. "I'm fucking you, Mama!"
The woman rode madly toward climax, feeling the first stirrings deep within her body, feeling the mysterious flower blooming deep in her gut, the sensation rising out like a new flame coming from a match striking until she was filled with it, filled with the boy, filled with cock. She fucked him, against him, over him, with him, until at last she felt his spurtings in the contraction of his balls, in the working of his cock muscles, just as she felt her own response flooding out to overwhelm the boy completely.
"Oh fuck!" she cried again. "Fuck me, honey! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
And the boy answered in kind. "Fuck me! Please, God-FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Trisha Sanborne stood at the back door to the boutique, watching the yellow Volkswagen bounce up and down. She had seen the kids not fifteen minutes earlier-Christ, they looked no older than Jimmy and Janet, her oldest pair of twins. Though the boy must be older, to have a driver's license. But she was sure the girl was no older than Janet, for she had got a good look at her just-developing tits in the sleeveless shift.
Christ, look at them fuck! The little car was bouncing inches into the air each time the girl bottomed out on the boy. She was straddling his lap, of course-there was no other way to fuck in a Volkswagen. Trisha remembered trying a few times herself, in her younger days.
Damn them! Flaunting themselves like that. After all, it was in public, even if the parking lot was half-hidden by the shape of the little shopping center.
Oh, hell. The trouble with you, girl, is plain jealousy. That little bitch has a nice hot cock working in and out of her cunt, while you have nothing.
Damn all men, anyway!
She rubbed sweat from her lip with the back of her hand, aware that perspiration was marking her dress; it certainly was doing its share to make her uncomfortable in the crotch. God, if that air conditioning man didn't get here soon, she'd close the store, the hell with what Maisy wanted. A person could only stand so much.
If only she had a cock to work....
The Volkswagen suddenly stopped bouncing, settling quickly on its springs. A moment later the door on the passenger side opened and the girl popped out, looking around as she smoothed her skirt. The boy didn't bother to come out with her, and then she was back in the car, and it was leaving.
God, what was it like to be fourteen and fucked for the first time?
Trisha reached down unconsciously, and rubbed the mound of her cunt. The fire was there-it was always there. It would be so easy for her to pull up her skirt-just let a man come into view. Or a boy, even.
Thinking of boys made her wonder what her own sons were doing at that moment. She was willing to bet that Jimmy could give the stud in the Volkswagen a run for the money when it came to cock size. Although her son did not know it, she had got a good look at him a couple of weeks ago, coming naked from the shower to find that there was no clean towels in the bathroom. So he walked out into the hall, cock flopping ever-so-nicely over his balls. Trisha was sure that thirteen year old kids in her day were never so well hung.
Jesus! Cock hunger was driving her bonkers-now she was thinking about fucking her own son, her cunt heating up to the point of exploding! Didn't she have any shame in her body?
She was saved from answering the question by the sound of the door warning coming from the front of the store. Ducking in quickly, she made her way through the crowded stockroom, hoping that it was the damn air conditioning man. She was going to give him an earful....
It was a man, but the wrong one. Dan, her husband.
Or was he her ex-husband? No, it didn't work that way-they weren't divorced yet. They weren't even sure that they wanted a divorce. That was the purpose of this separation for the summer, she taking the boys to the beach house, Dan keeping the girls in town. Maybe staying away from each other for two months would let them figure out why they got on each other's nerves so much.
They had promised not to see each other for a full month-what was he here for now? Dan....
Her cunt was sopping. It was all she could do not to rip her dress off, run out to him, beg him to fuck her right here, right now!
"Dan, what are you doing here?"
An hour later she was in the station wagon, driving back to the beach. Maisy was pissed that she wanted to take off early, but what the fuck-were they partners, or weren't they? God knows, she did her share. And she did have a screaming headache, that was no bull. And a burning cunt.
She parked on the ramp at the top of the hill, looking down at the beach. A swim would be the perfect thing right now. She could see the roof of the cottage over the crest of the hill, although the neighbors on either side were invisible. She was over an hour early-the boys were probably still with Sue Gideon. Might as well collect them first, take them off Sue's back.
The path was almost invisible, but Trish knew where she was going. A minute later she came out on the hillside over the patio of Sue's house, and started down the cement block steps. There was no sign of life-maybe the boys were down at the beach.
Then she saw the sliding door was ajar, and went over to it. If Sue was inside, she could tell her that she was collecting the boys. At least they'd be interested to know that their father cared so much for them, he had stopped by the store to ask how they were doing. Maybe Dan was getting sick of the girls-but it was his idea that Trish take the boys.
She was across the kitchen and reaching out coming from the living room. She stopped, recognizing the sound of fucking-and then heard Sue cry out!
Damn! Everybody was getting fucked today-everybody except her.
This was no time to intrude, but her curiosity made her go to the little serving window, wondering what stud Sue had corralled this time. She peered through the slats, following the noise around toward the big couch ...
And saw Sue Gideon riding her son, Jimmy, for all she was worth.
Jesus! She slumped away, holding on to the counter-and then looked again, as though unsure of what she had seen.
It was Jimmy, all right-butt naked and throwing his cock up into the woman. And Christ, his brother was there, too, just as bare-ass naked and with a hard-on. What the fuck was going on here? No wonder Sue was so willing to keep an eye on the boys without pay, if this was the way she rewarded herself!
"OH, CHRIST! FUCK ME, BABY-FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
The sound of Sue's pleasure was almost enough to make Trish go in, demand a share in the fun. After all, the itch in her cunt was enough to make a saint give up chastity. She was reaching for the door when she stopped, shaking her head. She was acting like a fool. What was she planning to do-pull Sue off Jimmy and drop herself down the other woman's place?
Trish swallowed, eyes closing a moment as she imagined the boy burying his cock deep within her twat. She shivered in reflex, and in that instant resolved that she would have a share of the boy no matter what. After all, who was entitled more?
But this was not the time, nor was it the place. She backed out of the kitchen quickly, retracing her steps up the hillside, then found the path down to her own house. There things were properly locked up. She used her keys to let herself in the kitchen, where she headed immediately for the phone.
The shrill clamor of the phone cut through the lethargy that lay over the three of them, lying naked together in the nest of pillows, although they were no longer touching. The youngest boy's cock was still hard, although softening now that he no longer had the stimulus of watching Jimmy fuck Mrs. Gideon. The older boy was completely drained, his cock limp as it lay across his balls, although his crotch was still wet with the juices just spilled from their two bodies.
"Oh, damn!" She stubbed out her cigarette and fought to her feet, crossing to the table that held the phone. Her voice showed no sign of her annoyance, however, as she spoke into the receiver.
"Oh, Trish-you're home early! The boys?-they said something about going down for a swim. Wait, I can see Jimmy now, coming back to the house. Sure, I'll send them home right away."
The boys were sitting up now, staring at each other.
"Ma?" asked Jimmy.
"None other-and you two are about to run down for a quick dip in the ocean. It's the only way to get the juice and the stink off you. Come on, get into your pants quick!"
They scooted-and then Jimmy saw his brother's back.
"Jeez! Look at Les!"
"Oh, Christ." She examined the damage. "Into the kitchen, the first aid kit is there."
"What am I gonna tell Ma?" the younger boy asked a few minutes later, wincing as the astringent cleansed the last of the wounds.
"You fell down the hill," said the woman. "Rolled into the brambles. Very careless of you, Lester."
The boy grinned, and suddenly she reached down to touch his cock, the tube still semi-hard. The boy puffed up his chest, and looked proudly at his brother.
"Okay, scoot! the both of you."
But before Jimmy could leave, she called him back. He saw Les duck out the front door and down the steps toward the beach, then looked back.
"Yes, Mrs. Gideon?"
She came close, still naked, reached out to draw him against her tits. The nipple of one was pressing against his cheek as the boy was wrapped into her arms. Then she was reaching down to fondle his cock, as she had Les's, and she kissed him.
"Was it so bad, Jimmy?"
He shrugged. "I guess it was all right."
"You don't mind fucking an old woman?"
"No, I don't mind."
"It's going to be a long summer-there may be plenty of opportunities to do it again."
"Yeah, I guess there will be."
She smiled then, knowing that the boy was not going to be a problem. She patted his ass, and watched him disappear after his brother.
Later that evening Trish came out of the kitchen after a delayed clearing away of the supper dishes, to see Jimmy cracking a large yawn and Les almost asleep, curled up in the big chair. The TV was going, but neither boy was paying close attention.
Fucked out, the little bastards!
"Okay, you two," she announced. "You look like a commercial for a mattress store. Bed, both of you."
"Hey, it's only eight o'clock!" protested Les.
"And you're out on your feet. Tonight don't try to read comic books under the blanket with a flashlight. Up, now-scoot! You, too, Jimmy."
The older boy didn't protest. She watched them drag up the short stairs to the bedroom wing, and then went out onto the porch. The sun was low over the ocean, and the perpetual fog bank loomed a few miles off shore, ordinarily a depressing sight. But right now she was far too worried about her love life-her lack of love life-to let so mundane a thing as fog depress her.
Was she making the right move? Christ, she didn't want to do anything to hurt the kid-but Jimmy was a fucking fool! And she needed his cock so goddamn bad!
Suiting her actions to the words, she reached down to touch herself, hiking her skirt up to let her finger probe the swollen lips of her cunt. God, but it would be so easy to dig her fingers in right here and now!
But the thought of a satisfying cock-even if it was her own son-was enough to make her hold off, wait. She settled down to watch the sun set, giving the boys a chance to get settled in bed. But she kept glancing at her watch every twenty or thirty seconds, even though she had vowed to wait at least twenty minutes.
Fifteen was all she could manage. She bounded out of her chair, extremely nervous, and moved to the door. She could hear nothing from the boys, which didn't really prove anything; she pushed through the door, and quickly made her way up the stairs.
The boys shared the big front room on the right, although they could have had separate rooms of their own this summer. But they had always shared a bedroom, from the time Les was big enough to come out of the crib he shared with his twin. Janet and Liz were as inseparable.
It was a warm night; Les had left off his pajama top, although the way he had kicked the sheet around showed that he was at least wearing the bottoms. They were scarcely bigger than underbriefs, and so light that they were almost transparent; but he was on his side with his knee drawn up, hiding any view she might have had of his cock.
Jimmy was on his back, and also naked from the waist up. The sheet was drawn up to his waist, however, so she could not see if he was wearing his bottoms. There was a time last summer when he was bound and determined to sleep naked, and as his mother stared down at his crotch she found herself hoping that he had reverted to type-at least for tonight.
His right leg was cocked slightly, the foot drawn up above his left ankle. It made a nice frame for the shape of his cock, the tube out-lined under the sheet. Trish bit her lip as she stared down at him, and then unable to hold back any longer, she reached down to tug the sheet out from beneath his hands, pulling it down from his waist to reveal what she was so hoping to see.
He was wearing the pajama bottoms-but both buttons were open, and his cock was completely exposed. She smiled as she saw the brown ringlets around the base of his cock, and felt the beat of her heart. She covered him with the sheet, then touched his shoulder, gently.
"Honey?"
"Huh?" His eyes popped open, and he stared about in confusion, then recognized his mother. "What time is it?"
"Shhh-you'll wake Les. It's early."
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing-I thought you might come into my room and talk to me for a while."
"Oh." He sat up, rubbed his eyes. "Okay."
He swung his feet out from under the sheets, but did not stand up until he reached beneath the cover and adjusted his buttons. Trish was disappointed-but was pleased at how well his cock was out-lined in the very brief pajama bottoms. He was growing out of his clothes-too bad she couldn't put him into Les's underwear. He'd show up so well there.
Jimmy yawned widely, and rubbed his eyes again as he sat down on the edge of her bed-the bed she and Dan had shared, up until this stupid trial separation. It was king-size, and the boy seemed almost lost in the center as he moved up to lie on the pillows. His hands clasped above his head, and it was all she could do not to run over and rip those damn pants off him.
"What's up, Ma?"
"Nothing special," she said, shrugging. "I just thought we could talk."
And they did make inconsequential small chatter as she began to make ready for bed herself. When it came time to undress, she went over to the bed and asked him to unhook her-there was nothing so terribly wrong with that. All the kids had seen her in bra and panties. But a moment later she had nothing else but those things to remove, and now she went to Jimmy to be unhooked again.
The boy blinked, but he did as she asked, his mother shrugging the bra off and walking away from him. Her tits were good, she knew-maybe not as big as Sue Gideon's, but damn well formed and needing no support to stand out.
But now she had reached this point, she found herself unable to turn around and face him. Still, she wasn't going to turn back-not now. Her need was too great.
Still facing away from Jimmy, she removed her panties, then picked up a nightie and slipped it over her head. By rights, she should be wearing bottoms with this-it barely came to the bottom of her ass. But she was still going to capture her son's prick.
"Pull down the bed, honey."
He did as she asked as she turned off the lights on the dressing table and came over to him. Jimmy stripped the coverlet to the bottom, leaving only the sheet folded down far enough to let them in. Trish fluffed up the four big pillows and slipped beneath the sheet.
"Turn out the light, Jimmy, and hop in."
He yawned, and did as she said, even though it had been four years or more since she had brought him into her bed. But he thought nothing of it, even when she put out her arm to let him snuggle close.
For a moment they lay there, Trish's heart pounding so heavily that she was sure the boy would hear. Her arm was about him, drawing him close, his head only inches away from her tit. They lay without speaking, and then the boy shifted, turning closer to her She felt the lengthening shaft of his cock pressing against her thigh.
She moaned, lightly, and turned far enough to put her other hand on him, letting it move down his side. There was no mistaking the sensation-his cock was hard now, man-hard, and pressing into her. She reached to him, found it out of the pajamas, touched its fevered flesh with her fingers. "Ma?"
"Yes, honey?"
He spoke softly, hardly whispering, but she heard him clearly, understood what he was saying.
"Is this why you wanted me to come to bed with you?"
She squeezed him, gently. "Yes, Jimmy."
"Oh." His face moved to nuzzle her tit, his finger coming up to trace the shape of her nipple through the light fabric. She found herself erecting under his touch, an electric tingle shooting fire across her body. His cock was stirring again, butting insistent against her thigh.
"Jimmy? Let's take off our pajamas."
"Okay."
He sat up, raised his ass from the bed to slide the silly bottoms down, and she caught her first sight of his hard cock waving in the air-waving to her. She watched, entranced, until the boy settled down again; only then did she tug the nightie over her head, throwing it over the edge of the bed.
"Ma?"
"What is it, honey?"
"I never thought you'd want to do this ... with me, I mean."
"We can talk about it later. Right now let's just do it. Okay?"
In answer, the boy moved against her side, Trish turning until she felt the head of his cock sliding over her thigh, prodding across her mound. It was the wrong angle, but the burning touch of his flesh was exciting in itself. She reached down to him, fingering his cock, working the foreskin back. She found that his cockhead was already wet with his own juice, and worked it completely around the glans with her fingers.
"OH, JIMMY! DO IT! NOW!"
He rose over her, his cock moving between her legs, the head rising to press against her mound. She positioned herself, gasping, spreading her legs for his attack-and then yelped as his cock moved into her.
The first stroke carried him perhaps halfway, and then the boy stopped, not wanting to force his mother. But she clutched at him, her ass quivering, moaning again.
"DO IT, JIMMY! DON'T STOP, HONEY-please!"
His boy chest was over her tits now as he drew back a bit, then thrust forward, sliding another inch within her. Her cunt was working eagerly around his shaft as he thrust again, and one final time, to seat himself completely within her cunt. His ass twitched several times as he gathered himself, and then he began to fuck her.
"Oh, God!" She tried to stifle her moans, but the words escaped. "Oh, God help me, forgive me! OHHHHHHHHH! Do it, honey, Jimmy-DO IT! A-A-A-H-H-H, YESSS!"
The boy panted as he rode across her in a regular rhythm, his shaft burying itself completely now with each stroke, his mother working against him. She was tighter than the woman he had fucked earlier that day, but no less accomplished in her fucking. She moaned regularly as her son rode with her.
And then she was cumming, spewing her load even as Jimmy continued to fuck her, exploding into climax that was even more satisfying because this was her boy, her own son, her own flesh doing this to her.
Trish felt as though her life was flooding out of her cunt, drowning Jimmy's cock. But the boy paid no heed to the wetness coating his cock and soaking his balls. He continued to ride across her, his shaft burning terribly hard now, the hardest it had ever been-because this was his mother that he was fucking.
Trish thought she would collapse beneath him, but the constant battering of his cock head quickly woke her sensations again, brought her back to the point where she was fully engaged in the act of fucking. The boy was delicious, light though he was across her body. She tasted him with her lips, nipping into his shoulders with her teeth, her fingernails digging into his back.
But he was oblivious to the pain she inflicted, conscious only of the sensations surrounding his cock. He felt as though his full being was pouring into that shaft that couldn't be a mere six inches now-it must be eight inches, ten, more! He was no mere inch through in thickness-he was a battering ram, big enough to bring down the doors of her resistance.
The head of his cock battered at the opening to her womb, rubbing across her clit, turning her entire cunt to liquid fire as he stroked regularly, deeply, into his mother. His face was buried in the top of her tits now, his hands clasping at her sides, counting her ribs, moving up to move over her tits. Without realizing what he was doing he worked the one tit up until the nipple was in his mouth, all the while not slowing in his fucking.
Trish moaned, cried out, rose up against him. He was driving her across the bed, forcing her through the pillows and against the padding of the headboard. She reached above her, thrust her hips against him, wrapped her arms tight about him. She reached her hands down to his ass, pulling him, trying to drag him farther into her cunt, trying to make him feel the wonderful wild sensations that she was feeling.
Together they rose in their fucking, riding across the bed, over the bed, above the bed, transported beyond physical boundaries. They were floating in the cloud heaven of their sexual sensations, riding high over the common people who did not know this most wonderful form of sharing-this fucking of a mother by her son.
"OH, GOD, JIMMY!" It was a cry for help tearing through the house, filling the air with her lamentations. "DO IT, SON-FUCK MEEEEEE! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
The boy strangled, gasped, tried to pour forth his feelings, his love. But there were no words for it-there was no energy to spare for it. There was nothing but the shaft of his wonderful cock, ever expanding, driving against her, filling her, moving in and out of her in such a way that the fires of heaven came down to move into the walls of her cunt, fill her entire body.
"OH, GOD!AGGHHHHHHHHH!"
Jimmy fucked her, fucked his mother, pouring out all that had built inside him, in his mind, since the rape of the afternoon. He had been reluctant then, but now that his mother was asking for the bounty, the juices, of his body, he could not deny her. He rode across her, through her, deep into her, until it seemed as though the head of his cock were expanding like a mushroom cloud, like an atomic bomb, throwing the fire of his loins deep into her. "OH, MAMA!" he cried. "I'M "OH, MAMA!" he cried. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"
She felt him, felt the first stirring of his cock muscles as his body prepared to throw his load, and readied herself for it. She wanted him, wanted her son's juices more than she had ever wanted anything in this whole world. And her own body was giving as well, her own juices coming to a boil again. Even as Jimmy's first spatterings were escaping from the swollen head of his cock she was flooding him again, her juices pushing down against his until the two were mixed completely, mixed together. She was flooding-but this time he was too large for her, his cock plugged her too greatly. The juices of their fucking could not flood over, make their escape, until the boy was done, finished, his asshole twitching for the last time, his cock at last shrinking away, slipping back in the lubrication of her well-fucked cunt. His cock came down to something closer to its normal size-although forever after it would be bigger than he had before known, hoped it would be.
The boy lay across his mother's tits, his hands too heavy to hold any longer. There was no strength left in him-it was all spilled, pouring over the bed, making the satin sheets sticky.
"JIMMY!!!!"
"MAMA...."
"I love you ... "
"I love you, Mama ... "
"FUCK ME, Jimmy ... you FUCKED me...."
"OHHHHHHHHH...."
Two throats swallowed, tasted salt. The woman shifted suddenly, and the boy began to slide free, his cock pulling out of her cunt. Her hand caught at him, but he moved across her, lay beside her, the now-soft tube of his cock still pressing its heat against her thigh. He reached to cup her tit, kissed her side.
"Honey?"
"Yes, Ma?"...." thank you."
He giggled. "Thank YOU."
"Jimmy?"
"Mmmm?"
"I know about Mrs. Gideon...." He was tensed beside her, wide awake. She read the fright in him, reached to soothe him.
"It's all right, honey-I don't mind."
"You don't?"
"... Not really."
"Oh."
A moment later: "How long have you been ... doing it with her, Jimmy?"
"Today was the first day, Ma."
"Really?" Maybe Sue Gideon wasn't so far ahead of her after all. "What happened?"
He explained the events of the day, raising his head when he was done to look at her expression. But she managed a smile, reached to pat him.
"It's okay, Jimmy-I've seen you playing with yourself lots of times."
"You HAVE?" He was amazed.
"Sure. You don't think you can have secrets from your old mother, do you? Mothers know everything, see everything-tell nothing."
He giggled again. "Yeah."
She ran her fingers over his chest, flicking the tiny buttons of his nipples, not surprised to find them erect. Suddenly she bent to kiss them, in turn, sucking the salt of his sweat deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirled between his tits, then moved down to the convolutions of his belly button, she aware of his cock only a few inches away.
Jimmy shifted, his cock suddenly flopping upward to lay across his belly, no more than an inch from his mother's ear. She turned to look at it, studying it in the dim light that came into the room from the full moon. The shaft seemed strangely white, the head a gray. She opened her mouth and put out her tongue, touching the tip of it to the very tip of his glans, licking into the tiny hole.
Jimmy shivered, and stirred, his cock stirring with him. She reached to capture the cockhead between her lips, holding it there with gentle pressure.
"Oh, Ma! THAT HURTS!"
She wet his cock then, sucking down on it until the soft shape was completely across the length of her tongue. That was curling around the cock, making a natural bed for it, as the boy hardened slightly, his cock stirring in tiny shivers as the blood pushed into already-pained flesh. His heart beat louder and his hand touched his mother's head, twined in her hair as his ass worked gently against her mouth, pushing his cock a bit farther into her.
She swallowed, tasting the sweet boy meat, tasting the sharper tang of her juices mixed with his, all overlaid with salt. Her lips reached out to touch his balls, and she tried to bring them into her mouth, too, wanting to have all of his sex within her at once. Her fingers touched his testicles, lifted them, traced their egg shapes, and now she let his cock slip out, moved down to suck on his balls, biting gently around them when both of them were within her lips, the testicles of her very own son.
Jimmy moaned, for she was hurting him-but it was a good hurt, like the pleasant ache that comes from straining in a football game, when you know you've done well. His body did not rebel; his leg cocked up, and now she reached between his legs to touch the tiny circle of his asshole, worrying at it with one fingertip.
The boy flinched, his asshole puckering beneath her touch, but she persisted, working at him until the tip of her finger was buried in the tight strictures of the sphincter muscle. He was pushing against her with all the force of his ass, but she moved back to his cock, sucked it in all of the way until he gasped with pleasure, his cock standing full hard again. He forgot what her finger was doing as he felt his glans batter against her throat, thought that she was going to swallow the head completely-and at that moment she attacked again, shoving her finger up and in until the circle gave and the finger was buried in his warmth beyond the first knuckle.
"OHHHHHH, Jeez!" Jimmy gasped, swallowed, fucking into her mouth as he tried to escape the pressure of her finger. "What are you DOING?"
"Just feeling you out, honey."
His cock was out of her mouth again, laying across her chin for the moment as she rested her cheek against his belly. Then she began to work the finger within him, pulling back and shoving forward, fucking him. The boy was tensed, but he soon found that she was not going to hurt him. At last he relaxed.
"OHHHHHH! That feels funny, Ma."
"Doesn't it feel good?"
"Yeah, I guess maybe it does."
She laughed, lightly, playing with his balls again with his other hand. His asshole was twitching now, working in tiny movements as though he was fucking, although his cock lay across his belly. His mother worked her finger in his asshole-and then suddenly jammed it as far in as she could, held it there for a few seconds as the boy squirmed against her, then yanked it free.
"Jeez!" cried Jimmy.
She laughed, moving up beside him again, folding him into her arms until she felt the naked length of the boy all along her own body. He was crushing her tits now, moving over her, his hands coming up to play with them. He found the nipples, teasing them with the tip of a finger, and then began to knead the soft flesh, bending a moment to kiss each nipple in turn. She shivered, feeling a thrill as his tongue crossed her flesh, remembering the pleasures of having her babies nurse on her-it had been a long time since she remembered that. It would be great if she could have it again!
Jimmy's cock was still hard, and now it moved up the trough of her tight closed legs to probe across her belly as the boy came to where he could put his face next to his mother's. His lips brushed her cheek lightly.
"I love you, Mama."
"I love you, honey," she said, her fingers trailing the shape of his spine down his back. The boy shivered, ass twitching again, as she moved her lips over his face, found his mouth, pressed against him in a kiss that began easy, but turned to driving pressure. For thirty seconds their mouths met-and then her lips opened, her tongue moving out to touch him, trace him, taste him.
The boy was surprised for a moment when her tongue forced between his lips, found his teeth-and then he was gasping, opening to her probe, letting her move into his center, her tongue driving hard against his, their saliva mixing together as she tasted him, he tasted her. Her arms were wrapping tight around him now, pulling him down between her tits until they separated, one hand pressing the back of his skull, the other moving to the small of his back, neither one wanting him to escape.
Now Jimmy's tongue was coming out, pushing against the weight of his mother, forcing her to retreat from his private place, and now his tongue was probing her mouth, learning quickly the lesson of frenching deep. She fought for breath as their teeth met, clashed, but was unwilling to forgo this pleasure of her son. His cock was batting her stomach now, trying to make a hole through her belly button, trying to make a new cunt there to fuck, until at last the boy was forced to stop only for breath.
"OHHHHHHHHH! F-FUCKKK, OHHH, MOMMMMMM!"
His moan was animal pleasure into the hollow of her neck, his body drained for the instant of its strength. She ran her hands over his back again, tracing the shape of his bones, learning the intimate roadmap of his being-but now her cunt was working again in response to the stimulation raised in her mouth. Her legs moved apart, knees coming up as heels dragged back, cunt gaping in readiness for the cock it so much wanted.
He was gasping for breath, but he recovered, moved down on her until his cock was between her legs again. They were both slick with sweat, with the remains of the earlier fucking, with the saliva she had planted around his crotch, and his cock dropped easily into the groove between her legs. The boy made one small movement and he was sliding into her, burying all of the way home, so that he felt her outer lips pressing against his balls. The earlier tightness had disappeared-and then returned suddenly, as she squeezed him in sudden reflex, the head of his cock jumping as the tight cunt muscle worked against the base of the glans.
Jimmy raised on his elbows until his weight was off his mother's chest, staring down into her face.
His hair was wild, plastered across his forehead, and now she raised one hand to smooth it back, smiling. He looked so much like her little boy But that was no little boy cock filling her cunt! Her asshole flexed, and the boy gasped as she drew on him. He drew several deep breaths, and then began to fuck her, working in and out of her cunt in a long slow movement that brought him almost to the point of popping free. Only the tightness of her greedy cunt kept him within her at that point And then he was sliding back down, moving along a greased pathway along a wild roller coaster of sheer pleasure as his balls moved too, churning the factory that would blow up once more in his cumming, bottoming out only because her body would not split open to let him ride all of the way through. At first the pressure of the fucking was easy, gentle, but as the movements increased in intensity he began to slam against her, thudding home, bellies smacking wetly together as he struck the end, popping apart as he drew back, each movement lasting no more than a second, less than a second.
They were moving wildly now, sliding across the bed again, moving up to where there was no place else for her to move to. She clutched at him, throwing her pelvis at him as he was coming down, pulling away from him as he slid out until her tits were shaking, her head was shaking from side to side. The boy was holding onto her sweaty body by sheer determination, no longer holding above her, his hands burying halfway beneath her weight as though he was afraid that to ride free would make him pull out completely and this moment would be lost, his cock would spill its load into empty air.
"Oh, God! Sweet loving Jesus! Do it, honey-DO IT TO MAMA! Fuck meeeeeeeee!"
Their cries came loud, ignoring the fact that they were not alone in the house, their passions driving them far beyond the point of reason. The great large bed was shaking now under the violence of their movements, their fucking. The woman gasped for breath, cried out for strength to stay with this wild animal who had suddenly possessed the body of her son.
"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Her fists pounded against his back. "FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
They continued terribly long, impossibly long-and then at last their bodies responded, their sex organs began to spill over again the juices of another cumming, pouring out with all of the energy that was left to them. They were jerking spasmodically, the rhythm of fucking forgotten, gone, as the flood came once more.
"AGGHHHHHHHHHHHH, God!"
"HELP ME, MAMMAAAAAAAAAAAA! HELP ME!"
The boy's balls were swollen to the point that they were larger than balloons, his cock burning with the fire of red hot needles shoved into the channel. His ass was still working, but his cock moved no more than a fraction of an inch as he poured himself out, even though her cunt was still trying to draw the driving shaft all of the way back to her womb.
"JIMMMYYYYYYYYY...."
It was a whisper; there was no strength left to shout. Her throat was hoarse, although she could not remember screaming, as the boy fell across her, his weight dead now, no strength left in his body.
His heart pounded so loudly that she could hear it, his arteries swollen with the pressure of the speeding blood pushing through his body as the heart stroke reached a maddening hundred and fifty paces each and every minute. "OHHHHHH...."
She swallowed, but the boy was as though dead. He lay across her, his breath coming in very short gasps that were scarcely enough to bring oxygen to his lungs. Every muscle and nerve ending of his body seemed to ache with the effort of the fucking just done, and now tears were trickling from the corners of his eyes.
They lay still for several minutes as the woman gathered her strength, finally found enough to move beneath him, turn him onto his side, let him drop to the sheets. The boy lay with free arm stretched out, head flat on the sheet, his chest rising and falling. His cock was pointed straight down from his body now, hanging limp over his balls, inflamed red.
"Are you okay, honey?"
She touched him with her hand, traced a path in the sweat on his belly. Her little finger moved down to touch the flesh of his cock, the boy wincing at the contact.
"Jeez, that hurts!"
She laughed, and picked his cock up then, letting it lay heavy across her palm. The boy winced again.
"That hurts, Ma. Please!"
"Okay, honey." She released him, then raised over him to plant a wet kiss on his lips. She stayed there a moment, gazing fondly at his nakedness, loving the look of his body.
At last Jimmy sighed, then looked at her as she settled herself on to the pillows. His head was level with her tits, mountains of loving flesh rising out of her body. The hand nearest moved up to touch her there.
"Jeez," he said, shaking his head. "Is this the way it always is? Doing it, I mean?"
She laughed again. "No, I can't say that it is, honey. It's almost always good, but I guess there was something really special about this."
"Is it as good ... when Dad does it?"
She closed her eyes. Jesus, the thought of her husband hadn't entered her mind from the moment she had first walked into the boy's room! What was the matter with her-Dan was a damn good man, the best she had ever known when it came to matters of bed, even if they did seem to get on each other's nerves a lot.
"It's as good, Jimmy," she said. "Your father is a very good man. I love him very much-just as much as I love you. That's what makes it good, because love always makes it better."
"Yeah." The boy nodded. "It wasn't anywheres near as much fun this afternoon-with Mrs. Gideon. She made us do it when I didn't want to."
He fell silent again for a moment, then: "Are you and Daddy going to get divorced?"
"I don't know, Jimmy-I hope not."
"Does he love you?"
"I think so-I hope so. He loves us all. It may seem funny that people who love each other can fight so much, have so much trouble. But it happens."
"Do you think he'd mind-knowing what we did tonight?"
"I don't know ... I'm not going to tell him. Are you?"
"No." He turned on his side, snuggled against her, happily, his cock pushing against her side again. She reached down to touch him, hold him, wondering if she could find one more fucking in him....
CHAPTER SIX
Trish came awake with a gasp to feel Jimmy's hand laying against her cunt. The boy had snuggled down now, his head below the level of her tits; he was raised far enough to see as he touched her there, probed with his fingers against her mound.
Her legs opened automatically, spreading before him, and now the boy was rising, moving to where he could stare down into her cunt. Suddenly she reached above her head, found the switch for the small night lamp, and there was enough light for him to see clearly.
"Move between my legs, Jimmy."
He did as she said as his mother glanced at the clock, saw that it was three in the morning. They had been sleeping five or six hours-good God, was that enough to restore the boy's energy?
One good fucking such as they had enjoyed earlier, and Dan would be out of action for a week!
In case at least, the boy was certainly better than his father. She was tempted to tell him, for as she looked down she saw that his cock was standing away from his balls, half-hard. It was very definitely larger than it had been earlier in the evening, and now she could see the outline of the major vein where earlier had been nothing but smooth skin. She was helping her little boy grow up in more ways than one!
He put a fingertip to her cunt now as his mother opened the way before him, reached within the little distance necessary to find her clit. It was not as large, as prominent, as Mrs. Gideon's, but she gasped as he stroked it gently.
"God, Jimmy! You're turning me into a bomb!"
"Ma?" He was silent a moment before continuing. Then: "Les sucked Mrs. Gideon there."
He did not meet her eyes, as though the thought was something shameful. Trish smiled, and reached up to arrange the pillows so that she was half-sitting up.
"That's all right, Jimmy-I sucked your cock, didn't I? Do you want to suck me?"
The look on his face was mixed, half revulsion, half fascination. But the latter won; he settled down farther between her legs, his ass waving in the air now bringing his lips closer to her opening. But still he hesitated a moment-then suddenly dove in, as though wanting to get it over with.
His nose nuzzled the top of her cunt a moment as his chin became quickly coated with the natural wetness of her passage. His lips found the shape of the tiny cocklet, pressed gently against it, and then his tongue was moving out to explore her more fully. As he took it between his teeth she was unable to restrain the gasp of pure pleasure, her ass rising off the bed.
Jimmy was holding her by the waist now, his chest down against the sheets, his face completely buried within her cunt. He was sucking her just as she had earlier sucked him-although his cock was many times larger than his present target. He sucked deeply, drawing her forward, the muscles of her cunt rippling against his chin.
He did as she asked, his ass waving now as he moved his face in and out of her cunt to catch his breath. Now his tongue was probing deeper, moving against the soft walls of the passage, reaching back. His sucking was growing stronger as well, pulling her insides out to where he could ingest them, take them into his own being.
"Oh, GOD! OH, CHRIST! SUCK MEEEEEE!"
He was gasping, his chest heaving with the fight to breathe, but he did not pull away from the wonderful fruit of his mother's cunt. The boy's hands were beneath her ass, reaching up her sides, trying to pull her down farther even though she had surrendered her body to him completely, had given him all that she could.
She wanted to drag him completely within her cunt, her body, wanted to feel him within her womb, wanted his cock to fuck her from the inside, coming out and down rather than up and in. She had borne this flesh once, and now she wished that even then he had possessed the powers of sex that he had now.
"I'M CUMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!" she cried. "SUCK ME, HONEY! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Jimmy was working his face against her cunt now, pushing up with his chin as he sent his tongue probing completely within. He felt the pressure of her cunt trying to drag him deeper, trying to turn his tongue into his cock, and now the root of it was aching from the strain and the pressure that she exerted. But he would not stop, COULD NOT stop And then he felt the other pressure, the one building within her, ready to explode her power again. Eagerly he redoubled his energies, forgetting the necessity of breathing, knowing that he had brought his mother to the point of cumming once more, despite the earlier spillings she had given him.
The boy breathed her cunt now through his nose as he drove his tongue to the final effort, knew that he had lit the fire in her loins again. She was writhing against him now, throwing her ass toward him, hands pushing down on the bed as she tried to feel him further within.
"Jesussssssssssssssssss! Suck! Suck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEE! JIMMY, SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE! DO IT, HONEY-DO IT TO ME! Make me feel you-FUCK ME! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Suck meeeeeeeee-I'M CUMMINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
She flooded him then, her juices spilling out to fill his mouth, pour over his chin, run into his nose to choke him. He tasted the bitterness of piss mixed with the sweet flavor of cum, felt the pressure of her cunt softness against his tongue. He drank deep of what she gave him, trying to swallow every drop, take it all, not waste it, knowing that his mother was giving him her ultimate gift, giving him all that was her secret soul.
The boy sucked: the woman heaved against him: they worked together for a moment, a minute, an impossible two hundred seconds as the red haze of oxygen starvation built behind his eyes. And still he did not pull away, unwilling to give before her, wanting all that could be, sucking for all that he could steal.
And then there was nothing more; there was only the natural wetness of her cunt, no more juices to drink down. Some of it had spilled around his face, down his chin, to once more soak the sheets. But far more was inside him, filling his stomach with the food that was woman far more than the milk from a mother's tit.
Jimmy sighed, drawing back far enough to turn his nose to where he could breathe, his cheek still pressed against the gaping wet maw of her cunt. The woman lay stretched out, completely exhausted, drained as she had never been drained before.
And then Jimmy was coming up beside her, stretching out with the head of his hard cock pressing against her hip, his hand resting on he arm. His hand lay on her belly, moved down to her cunt, the fingers hooking within once more though unwilling to leave her.
"Jesus!" she said, finally. "Oh, JESUS!"
"Was it good, Mama?"
"It was the greatest, honey!"
She found the strength to hug him, pulled hi up to where she could kiss him, a gentle meeting o their lips. Then Jimmy was sliding down her bell although still on top of her, his cock made slick it crossed her belly and fell between her thighs, there to probe up against the lips of her cunt. The boy moved his ass once and slid home completely, as though his cock belonged within her and no place else.
"You want to fuck again?" she asked, still amazed.
"Sure!" He worked his ass three of four times, and giggled. "You got me all hot and excited again."
"God, it's a fucking machine I have, not a son!"
He was moving within her now, in small jerks that sent his cock no more than an inch with each working of his ass. He kept that up for perhaps thirty seconds, doing it as fast as he could-and suddenly he drew all of the way out, and slammed all of the way home again.
"THERE! That's fucking, isn't it, Mama?"
"Honey, it sure is!"
He was holding quiet again as her hands touched his back, patted him. Now he came up to tease at her nipple, staring at it no more than two inches away from his eye as though he wanted to count every tiny wrinkle and convolution, every pore. He touched the tiny opening with a fingernail, then used the finger to pull it down to where he could taste it with his tongue.
For several minutes they lay that way, the heat of his cock radiating into her body through the walls of her cunt. Trish was content to do nothing more, would have been happy to just be like this for the rest of the night-but the boy still had not spilled his new load.
He began to fuck her again, a gentle motion that drew five inches of his cock out of her, sent it all of the way home again without slamming. Her cunt gripped against his organ, working with it in an easy masturbation. The terrible pressure to drive wildly seemed to be gone, the ache no longer within her. Jimmy was content to fuck steadily as she held him close, until at last she felt his flood come, not so much now, filling her womb, spilling out into her passage.
The movement of his ass slowed, still, but he did not withdraw. He lay across his mother, cock still pressed completely within her cunt even as the shaft began to soften, held himself there even when the erection was finished. It was as if he had decided to return as much as would fit to her womb, to seek there the peace of her love.
The woman tried to remember how long it had been since her husband had given her this pleasure, had left his cock within her the entire night. There had certainly been such times, early in their marriage. But in more recent years they had both seemed too tired to continue. The fury of their fucking was still strong while it lasted, but the marathon sessions became fewer and fewer. Too often, Dan shot his wad before she could cum herself, and had no strength left to carry her on to climax.
What had happened? Was it only that he was growing older-at thirty-six, was drained of his young strength? God knows, she still had staying power-this night with Jimmy proved that!
The boy was breathing lightly now. His mother shifted to ease a building cramp, and he moaned, but stayed with her, his ass keeping his cock buried to the hilt. Her cunt worked in reflex, and he made a soft noise of pleasure, but did not wake.
She held him lightly, hand resting against his back, and glanced at the clock-three-thirty now. The last session had lasted almost half an hour. She stroked him, her eyes closing happily....
And opened them a minute later to see early sunlight streaming through the window. She looked at the clock again, saw that it was after five. Jimmy was growing heavy on her now, his knobby bones digging in in several places. The boy sensed her stirring, and trembled, then opened his eyes.
"I gotta go to the bathroom, Ma."
Suddenly his cock was gone from her cunt, leaving an aching void. She drew her knees up as he slid off the bed, wanting him to come back and plug her again, give her back what belonged to her. The boy padded across the room, stood over the toilet without closing the door. She watched the thick golden stream splash into the bowl as he drained himself, then shook the last drops free, wanting to hold him even now, wanting to feel the sensation of his piss running through his cock, across the palm of her hand.
"Wow, it's morning already!"
He flopped on the side of the bed, one leg drawn up, looking at his mother's naked frame. The room had cooled with the night breezes from the ocean, although it was not really uncomfortable even without the sheet over her. That probably meant the day was going to be bitching hot.
She studied her son now in the light of early day, looked at his angles and curves-although there were few of the latter. His balls were hanging down between his legs almost far enough to touch the sheets, his cock limp over the lower one, and now she reached out to touch him there, slide her fingers under his sac. He moved to make it easier for her, watching, although she did nothing more than hold him gently.
"Jeez!" he said, suddenly. "My cock hurts! It feels like tiny needles are pushed in all over it."
She laughed. "You've overworked it, honey. It will be okay after a bit of rest."
But she was disappointed-the idea of a final fuck was still-born in her mind.
Christ, what was with her? She'd kill the kid, the way she was carrying on!
But Jimmy was so delicious....
And he was hers, all hers. He was her son.
She touched her cunt now, found that the hair around the mound was still damp; and now she could smell the sharp smell of their activities, hanging heavy in the room despite the stir of breeze coming in the window. It was a good smell, one she wanted to breathe deeply.
She sighed, stretched widely. "It's too early to get up, honey. Come back to bed."
He touched himself instinctively, protective of his most important organs.
"You don't want to fool around any more, do you, Ma? 'Cause I don't think I can."
"Why don't you let me cool you off a bit, honey? she asked, struck by a mischievous thought. "Come on-get up over me, straddle my head. That's right."
She pushed the pillows away until she was lying flat, the boy's knees on either side of her face. He faced her, his cock hanging straight down toward her nose, his feet tucked around her arms.
"Settle down, honey-let your cock drop into my mouth."
"It'll hurt!" he protested. "I don't want to be sucked any more-not now, Ma. Please!"
"Trust me-would I hurt my own son?" She opened her mouth as he stared, suspicious.
But he was coming down now, lowering his prick against her lips. She wanted to seize it between her teeth, bite down-but she held back. The shaft seemed to throb with inner warmth as he lowered himself into her mouth, until his cock was completely filling her, his balls resting on her chin.
She covered her teeth with her lips, not wanting to hurt him, and kept her mouth wide enough so that her lips were just barely closed about his flesh. The weight of his cock dropped the length of her tongue now, filling the back of her throat with his taste. She reached up with her hands to touch his hips, holding him easily, as she began to suck the length of his softness.
"Ohhhhhh!" It was a tiny moan, Jimmy's eyes clenched against expected pain. And pain was there, for a moment; but it was accompanied by pleasure as well as his cock began to tumesce, the blood moving gently into the interstices of the cells, filling him and expanding him until there was a spongy hardness that was not as great as his biggest erection of the night, but more than enough to fill his mother's throat.
And still she sucked gently, not wanting to bring pressure to bear, wanting only to make him feel good even as she was feeling good under the burden of him. Her tongue moved against the underside of his cock, tracing the presence of the veins that would enlarge, become obvious, as he grew older. Her head moved back and forth in tiny movements now as his cock grew too big for her to keep entirely in her mouth; he was shutting off her breathing.
Now she could feel his asshole flexing, his buttocks tightening against the top of her tits. The boy kept his position, his hands resting along his thighs now, his head bent back, his eyes closed tight against the pleasure that she was giving him.
"Oh, MAMA! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DO IT-SUCK MEEEEEE!"
She responded, her hands reaching to hold his ass, drawing him down tight now, forcing all of the wonderful cock meat deep into the back of her throat until she was forced to swallow against the head, to take it beyond the region of her mouth.
And now the boy was rising over her, leaning forward, supporting his weight on his hands. His motion drew his cock up from her and she reached to drag him back down, his knees buckling to let him lay over her. Now his belly was pressed against her forehead, the tiny circlet of hairs around the base of his cock soaking wet and tickling against her nose as she sucked him.
Jimmy could hold back no longer: he began to fuck into his mother's mouth, drawing his cock way above her, then dropping down heavily, oblivious to the damage he might be doing to her face. She groaned, but didn't try to break free as his pelvis battered her, her hands wrapping tight around his ass now, fighting each upward stroke as she tried to keep him completely within her mouth.
"Oh, God! Jesusssssssssssssss!"
The boy was panting for breath now, his mother too strong to let him do this fucking the way his cock demanded. She was holding tight as he bucked against her, into her, filling her now until it seemed that his cock must slide all of the way down into her stomach. His balls were drawn tight in their sac, battering against her chin, the bruises aching them as he slammed down. But he was no longer in control-his brain had abdicated to his cock, his gut. There was nothing more important than this wild fucking into his mother's mouth.
Animal growls escaped him now as his ass fought against her clutching hands, slammed down with all of his power for the short stroke that she would permit. She was trying to swallow him whole, wanted to rip his cock flesh from his body, tear away his balls, eat them, swallow them down. They moved now, fighting each other, until suddenly the boy tumbled over onto his side, and now she was able to control him better.
She stayed with him even as he plunged, kept his cock deep within her mouth even though it was almost impossible to steal a breath through her nostrils. The boy was whimpering in his need as his mother sucked his aching cock, pushed him again until at last he was on his back. She fought his knees, made his legs move out flat, and then positioned herself over his body so that her cunt was over his face, hunching up far enough that the boy was forced to look straight up into her.
The sucking was easier now, for he was no longer able to bring the force of his body into play. She controlled him completely, kept him prisoner of her mouth, her lips, sucking on his shaft with all of her strength. The boy continued to moan, to whimper, but for him there was no escape. Her tits hung down toward his belly now, pushed against him until he reached out to them, placed his hands against them as she worked her mouth up and down on his shaft.
Suck me! She wanted to scream it out, wanted to let go of his cock long enough to make him understand that she wanted a return of this service. But she was afraid that he would escape if she let up even once. Suck me!
The boy was staring straight into her cunt, the juices brought to boil there spilling out, over her thighs and into his face. His tongue licked over his lips, tasted her there, and then his head was turning, licking more of her from her leg. At that moment she knew that he understood. She slammed her groin down into his face, grinding against him, nearly stealing the breath from him.
But Jimmy's tongue was working against her now, moving up into the soft passage of her cunt. He found her clit, rubbed the surface of it as she tried to press her cunt over his entire face. He was sucking now, returning pressure for pressure even as she rode up and down on the shaft of his cock. The feeling was wonderful, marvelous, driving her insane-but she would not, could not release him. Her hands were touching his balls now, working them, reaching between his legs to probe at his asshole as she tried to fuck against his face.
Ohhhhhhhhh, God! She wanted to scream, needed to scream, but her face was buried against Jimmy's cock. She wanted to cry out her satisfaction with this wild sucking, with the sensation he was sending through her whole body.
And then she knew that she was cumming once more, the spending rising, flooding, spilling out and down over the boy now, a rain storm of womanness. He could not escape, did not have the chance to open his lips to it, try to drink it in as he had drunk her earlier spending. She was cumming, and he was drowning in her fuck.
At the same instant his balls suddenly exploded, the cream rising quickly through the shaft of his engorged cock, filling her mouth, filling her throat, pressuring out so quickly that before she could taste, his juice was in her belly, swallowed down. She sucked deeply, drew back, and was at last able to scream....
But before the sound could escape her lips, she saw the younger boy standing in the doorway!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Their eyes met, held together a moment as Trish choked off the yell of her triumph rising in her throat. Les was still wearing the bottoms of his pajamas, his hair tousled from the night's sleep.
But his eyes were wide open: he had missed nothing.
How long had he been standing there? "I heard Jimmy yellin'," he said, then. "It woke me up."
His mother's eyes fell to his crotch, traced the shape of his cock. It was nowhere near as large as Jimmy's, the white shaft showing through the gap at the bottom. But it was not the tiny thing he had peed through when she used to change his diapers, either. There was a little bit of hair there.
Jimmy was gasping for breath. Now his mother moved to free him, his face drenched with her juices. He licked his tongue across his lips as he looked over to his younger brother.
There was a moment of embarrassed silence, none of them knowing what to say. Then Trisha. sat up, arranging herself in a dry place on the bed-it seemed as though the entire center was soaked with their spendings of the night!-and patted a place beside her.
"Come here, honey. It's all right."
Les stared, suspicious, for perhaps five seconds; then he padded into the room, came to sit where she had indicated. Jimmy was still stretched out, but he was staring at his mother's exposed tits rather than at Jimmy's wavering cock.
"Did you have a good night's sleep?" asked his mother.
"Did you?"
She laughed. "I guess so-did we, Jimmy?"
"I don't know about the sleep part," said the other boy. "But it was certainly good! Boy, was it!"
Now Les's eyes had dropped toward her crotch, were staring at the cunt hair showing. She lay back, opening her legs to give him a better view, and reached out to touch his hand. "Come on, honey-lie down here with us."
Again there was a moment's hesitation, and then he was doing as she said, moving up into the circle of her arm. She saw that he was nervous, didn't know what to do with his hands.
She reached over to him with her other hand now, touching his ribbed belly, tracing a path up to his nipples. He looked down at her finger, following it as she drew it down his body again, then used it to open the buttons of his pajamas. They seemed to fly apart, half revealing his cock shaft, although the head was still captured in the fabric of the leg.
"Might as well all be undressed together, honey."
He nodded, raised his hips at her prodding, and let her strip off his pajamas. Now she saw that he was proportioned nicely in comparison with his brother. And while his cock might be lacking when it came to plugging her cunt, it was certainly long enough to fill her mouth.
She touched him just above his cock, found that he was sweating; his cock hairs were curled as tightly as Jimmy's. She moved her finger along the length of his shaft, raising it to admire.
"I've got two strong boys!" she said, showing her pleasure.
"I'm not as big as Jimmy," said Les, promptly. Then he looked at his brother's cock again. "Jeez! I never saw it that big before! Even hard!"
"Jimmy's been exercising a bit," she said.
"Yeah?" He gazed at her wide-eyed. "Can exercise make my thing grow that big, too?"
"Well, maybe not that big. But I'm sure we can do something with it."
"Boy!" He was obviously admiring Jimmy now. "That's really something. I bet you got the biggest one in your gym class, Jimmy!"
The other boy shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. There's some pretty big kids in my class-a couple of them are more than a year older than me. They even shave."
"You're plenty big enough for me," his mother said, firmly. "And so are you, Les. After all, we don't want to rush things. You'll have your chance to grow some more."
"Will I get as big as Jimmy?"
"Maybe-maybe bigger. There's no way to tell. But it isn't the size that matters, boys-it's what you do with it. I knew a boy in high school who was so big that he couldn't use it at all. He couldn't wear shorts or swim trunks either-he had to keep it supported in a special strap, and have his trousers made by a tailor so that it wouldn't show so much."
"Jeez!" said Les. "I didn't think you could have one too big!"
"It used to embarrass him terribly. He never wanted to go out on dates, or anything."
"How big was it?" asked Jimmy, clinically.
"I don't think anyone was ever permitted to measure. I know the world's record is supposed to belong to an Australian bushman-a bushboy, rather. At fifteen, they say he had fifteen inches."
"Wow!" Jimmy shook his head, looked down at his leg. He measured with his hands, found a point well below his knee. "Jeez, I'd like to see that!"
"I'm sure the poor fellow is very uncomfortable," said his mother. "Just don't be jealous of somebody you think is better off-he might not be as happy as you think."
Her fingers were cupping Les' cock now, drawing together around the shaft. His balls were small, only half the size of Jimmy's, but the head of his cock poked nicely against the palm of her hand. She did not realize that she was doing the same thing Sue Gideon had done yesterday afternoon.
The boy was growing, standing hard now. He wriggled around in her arm, his ass wriggling.
"That feels good, Mama!"
"Ma knows lots of things that feel good," said his brother. "Boy, you think you saw something yesterday! Wait until she gets you going!"
He raised his head to stare at Jimmy, then looked up at his mother's face, not knowing that the Gideon episode was no secret. But Jimmy didn't expound further, and he settled back, content to have his mother playing with his cock.
Trish sighed, closing her eyes. She felt completely sated with the fucking of the night, but it was a nice feeling just to be here like this, Les in her arm, his cock in her fingers.
Still, Jimmy was right-there was much more to sex than just jerking a boy off! She wanted him to feel as good as his brother, and so after another minute she turned on her side, put her hand between his legs and pushed him up until his cock was at her chin.
It was standing tall now as she reached out to take it into her mouth, sucking it deep until the roots were completely within her lips. She still could breathe comfortably through her nose as the boy's balls battered at her chin. After a minute she opened her mouth to the widest, taking them in as well.
Les gasped with the sudden sensation, his back arching. He held himself in that position, to make it as comfortable as possible for his mother, staring over at Jimmy on the other side of the bed. His brother smiled at him, but did not stir from his completely stretched out position.
She began to suck him then, a new sensation for Les, although she did not know it. The boy swallowed, his ass wriggling a bit, as the delicious warm-cool feeling spread along his shaft, moved into his balls. Both of his mother's arms were around him now, Trish rising up until she was over him, sucking down with all the strength she possessed. He did not begin to fill her as Jimmy had, but it was a nice feeling just the same.
The boy gasped as she bottomed suddenly, reaching up to hold her head. His cock was growing now, expanding, filling out to its greatest length yet. He wanted to reach down and grab himself, jerk himself, even though she was still sucking-yet he didn't want her to stop. Not now, not ever.
His belly was rising and falling rapidly now as his mother forced the foreskin completely back from the head of his cock. At first that brought him pain, making him wince, but the heightened sensation of pleasure soon washed away all of the unpleasant seconds. Her head was bobbing up and down now in rapid motion, pulling the skin of his cock up and down with her lips. One instant the head of his cock was covered with the foreskin and her lips were pushing tight around his glans, which was of the same diameter as the shaft, and the next instant she was pushing down on him, the foreskin freeing the head to the wild feeling of her tongue and her mouth.
She sucked hard, trying to find the center of the boy's sensations, one hand moving now to play with his balls, the other teasing his asshole as she had earlier teased Jimmy. But she did not try to penetrate him-not yet: he was not yet experienced enough, she realized instinctively. Jimmy could adjust to something new more quickly than the younger boy.
And then the spark was struck, the fire lighting within his balls. His sperm was rising, pushing up, spilling out into her mouth, a full measure after his night of rest, the boy balls resilient against the demands of sex, ever-filling magic fountains. She sucked him completely within her mouth now, holding her head down against him, her lips pressing against his groin, as she drank the cum from her youngest son's cock, filled her belly with his spendings, his joy.
Les gasped, winced, tried to withdraw from his mother's mouth as the cum spewed forth. But she would not let him free.
"PLEASE, MAMA!" he cried. "PLEASE-I CAN'T HELP MYSELF! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH! OHHH, NOWWW!"
Jimmy laughed as he watched his mother drink deep of his brother, knowing the sensation that he was feeling. The older boy reached down to touch his own cock, lift his balls, remembered the pure pleasure of exploding his load into her waiting lips, her waiting cunt. Even as he touched himself his cock was stirring again, half-lifting, straining to another erection.
"Please!" cried Les again. But his pleas were in vain: his mother had him, had his cock, was drinking his juice. She was not going to waste a single drop.
Her hands held the cheeks of his ass tight, her lips pushed against him, rippling against the side of his shaft, feeling the darts of pleasure shooting upward. He came once, four strong bursts, a second time, scarcely diminished, a third time, with less volume, and then once more. And even when his cock had at last stopped spurting she held to him, hoping, wishing, that there was more.
But at last it was obvious that the boy was finished. She raised her head, sighing, and looked at him. The boy stared at his mother, his brow wrinkled with worry lines.
Then she laughed, and the lines smoothed, a grin coming to his face. She slapped his belly and dropped over on her back again.
"You're a good boy, Les-both of my boys are good."
"Good for what?" asked Jimmy mischievously.
"Why, good for whatever I want you to be good for." She raised her eyebrows. "Isn't that enough?"
"You say that," said Jimmy. "But do you mean it? I think you're just teasing us."
"Teasing, huh?" She reached out, grabbed his cock, still half-hard, and squeezed it with all her strength. "You want teasing?"
The boy yelped. "Hey, that hurts!" He rose, reached forward to protect himself, but his mother was already releasing his cock. He stared at her, not trusting her, and even when he lay down again he was ready to protect himself.
The lay together, the boys moving into the curve of her arms, content just to be touching her. She sighed, and the boys sighed with her; she moved, and they shifted position to make it better for her. Both of them lay on their sides now, and she felt the shape of their cocks against her flesh, wishing that she had extra hands so that she could reach down and gather them in. But she was not willing to surrender the feeling of her arms against their backs even for such a pleasure.
They dozed together, the boys sleeping lightly, the woman happy for the first time since Dan had talked her into this trial separation. God! It was only a little over two weeks ago-there was six more weeks to go, as they had agreed. How was she ever going to get through the summer without him?
The she smiled, glancing down at her sons once more. That problem was solved now. Maybe bluenoses might not approve of what she was doing-but what harm was in it? They certainly weren't strangers to sex-yesterday proved that. And if other women, or even young girls, were going to grab on to Jimmy and Les in the crotch, then she was going to grab first and faster. .
It wasn't wrong....
Wrong was forcing her to do without sex....
The insistent buzz of the alarm clock frightened her out of a deep dream. She sat up, not recognizing where she was-and then realized the presence of the boys naked beside her. What were they doing there? Why were they all naked....
And then she remembered, and sighed happily. The boys were stirring now as the clock continued its sharp buzz, and now Jimmy raised his head.
"Shut that damn thing off, honey!"
He got up obediently, padded across the room to reach the clock. It was on the far dresser for just that purpose-to make her drag out of bed to shut it off. Once she had gone that far, she could usually manage to stay on her feet.
But she was wide awake now, feeling Les stirring beside her, the younger boy still sleeping. He turned over, his cock sliding down her side, until he was on his belly, his face cradled on his arms. His ass stuck up, the crack plain to see-she could even see the beginning puckering of his asshole. It was the sweetest ass she could ever remember seeing.
Jimmy was shaking his head by the dresser, trying to clear away the fog-damn that clock, anyway! He reached down without thinking to scratch his balls, then looked over at his mother and yawned widely, his jaw cracking loud enough for Trish to hear.
"Come on back to bed, Jimmy."
Fuck the store. Fuck getting up. Maisy could run the place by herself today-or close it up; Trish didn't really care. She only knew that the store was the last place she wanted to see today.
"I gotta pee," said Jimmy, turning to the bathroom. She watched him as he stood there, seeing the man he would become in the angular form of his budding body.
God, if his cock continued to grow!
She grinned. He was going to be a man among men.
Jimmy came padding back to the bed, well-trained in the problems of getting his mother started on slow mornings. There were times when the clock did not work, and then it was up to the family to get her moving-up to him, now that the three of them were alone for the summer.
"Time to get up, Ma," he said, automatically, seeing her still in the bed. "You gotta get ready for work."
"Fuck work," she said. "I'm not going to the store today. I'm going to stay here, with my two favorite boys."
Jimmy had heard such statements before, although never quite so bluntly expressed. He reached over the bed to her hand, to tug her.
"C'mon, Ma, you gotta-OW!"
She grinned, looking at his balls captured in her hand. She had just given them a sharp twist, and now the boy tried to pull away.
"Jeez, Ma-that HURT!"
"Get up here," she said, patting the bed with her free hand. Les was stirring at the commotion, raising his head to see what was happening.
"You gotta get up," Jimmy said, stubbornly. But he came on to the edge of the bed now as she tugged, not wanting to risk more pain in his balls.
"I have decided to declare a holiday," she said. "Today belongs to my wonderful boys. I'm going to spend the whole day right here with you two."
"In bed?" asked Les, interested. He stared at his mother's grip on Jimmy.
"What better place?" she asked.
"Jeez, Ma!" protested Jimmy. "We can't screw all the time!"
"Why not? Who's to stop us?"
"Well, for one thing, I'm hungry-I want breakfast."
"Yeah, me too!" said his brother. "I feel so hollow I could eat my collection of sea shells!"
She surrendered. "All right. I'll feed you empty canyons-but I'm not going to the store! Today is going to be a holiday, just as I said. As for me, I know exactly what I want to eat."
"Yeah?" Les fell into the trap. "What?"
"Grrrrrrrrr-YOU!"
She grabbed him, tugged him over to where she could dive down on to his soft cock, gobbling it quickly between her lips. Taken by surprise, the boy yelped, and tried to break free. Then he surrendered, giggling, as she slurped over his belly, getting his cock and balls good and wet. Then she raised her head.
"Now you," she said, staring at Jimmy.
"Aw, come on, Ma!" He held up his hands, but she wasn't going to let him break free. Les was convulsed with his giggles as he watched his mother stalk his brother across the length of the bed. Jimmy was only half-trying to get away, for he was giggling too, and at last she snatched his ankle, yanked him out straight.
"Now, me hearty!" she said, turning him over with a lick of her chops. "We feast heartily tonight! Yummmmmm!"
Jimmy was soft as his cock entered her mouth, but she pressed her lips down to the base, held there as her tongue circled the head. Then she began to tease his balls again, the other hand tickling lightly across his belly, and despite himself he knew that he was standing up. She rose over him as his cock hardened in her mouth, keeping all of it, the younger boy watching in fascination. At last, when it was at its flagpole stiffness, she rose up from the cock to capture a breath of air, and for the first time Les realized how big Jimmy was becoming.
"Jeez!" he said, fascinated. "How can you keep all of it in your mouth, Ma?"
"Love," she said, satisfied. The younger boy reached out a finger to touch the flaming shaft of Jimmy's cock, then curled his fingers around it. He had never jerked his brother before, but now he could not resist the temptation to hold him there, to feel that flaming thick shaft against his hand.
Trish watched them for a moment, catching her breath, wondering herself how she had managed to keep all of that marvelous cock in her mouth while it was growing. Her throat ached with the strain-but she was ready to go at it again, to make Jimmy spew one more load into her mouth before she let him escape.
She let Les continue to hold Jimmy's shaft as she got up on all fours over him, then lowered her lips to encompass the glans. The younger boy was jerking his brother faster now, the cock shaft rippling, his hand almost battering against his mother's lips. She took a bit more of it into her mouth, and when Les started to pull away, reached out to keep his hand there.
"This is a hell of a note," said Jimmy. "You two having a ball with my cock-don't I get to have any say-so over what my body does?"
She rose off him just long enough to say, "Shut up, cock. Right now that's all you are, and everybody knows cocks can't talk. So shut up while we do you."
Then she was sucking down on him again, Les jerking him now with all of his enthusiasm, the younger boy grinning. He reached his fingers down to lift Jimmy's balls, lowering his hand now as his mother sucked even more of the shaft into her mouth. And then there was no room left for him to hold Jimmy, she had taken it all.
He pulled his hand free, reached down to play with his own cock, standing hard again, watching as his mother used the tricks she had learned during the night to bring his brother to climax. Jimmy lay flat on the bed, stiff now in tension, grimacing as he stared down the length of his naked body at the top of his mother's head. His hands were clenching the sheets, and now his ass was rising up to meet her, fucking against her face.
"Jesus!" he yelled. "JESUS, MA-I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMMIHNNNGGG! AAaaiiee!"
The younger boy increased the pace of his strokes on his own cock as he watched Jimmy's , belly tremble, knowing that his brother was spewing his load into their mother's mouth. And then he was cumming himself, his cream spurting out of his cock to spatter against his belly and trickle down to his thighs, the two brothers shooting together, jizzing on their red hot mother!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Wow!" Jimmy reached down to touch himself gingerly. "I feel like my balls are bigger than basketballs. They hurt!"
His mother sat back on her heels, smiling at him. His cock shone wet with her saliva, flopping across his belly as he lay back down.
"Jeez, Ma! I think you took my insides out that time. I don't think I'll ever be able to cum again."
"The day is early," his mother said, rolling off the bed to stand. "A good solid breakfast, and you'll be surprised what you can do. Sheessshhhhhh! You guys stink! You smell like you've been fucking!"
"I told you to take a bath last night, Les," said Jimmy. His brother did not see that he was joking, and readied a retort-and then Trish was unable to hold back her laughter.
"We all need baths. Come on, up and at 'em!"
She was tugging at the bedding even as the boys were scrambling to their feet. Her nose wrinkled with distaste, and she handed the bundle to Jimmy.
"Here-drop this in the laundry room. I'll start it going after breakfast. You get down to the shower, Les, quick."
A moment later Jimmy came back to find his mother ready to duck into her own shower. She looked at him soberly.
"Next time you decide to fuck your mother, boy, make sure it's in your own bed. Why stink up my room when your's is easier to clean?"
"Seems to me it wasn't exactly my idea," the boy said. "I know I didn't start it."
"Quibble, quibble. Go hurry your brother, and take your own shower."
Twenty minutes later all three were down in the kitchen, the boys hair wet but at least presentable. They had slipped into another set of the cutoffs worn yesterday, and their mother was wearing only her short robe. She set about the task of building a gigantic meal for the three of them, scrambling a dozen eggs into a bowl and filling a pan with bacon. There was already a pitcher of orange juice on the table, and large glasses poured for each of them.
"Jeez!" said Les. "You expect me to drink all this?"
"Finish it, then complain. Jimmy, you get the milk-Les, you start the toaster."
Twenty minutes later, the platters were empty, the boys sighing with satisfaction as Trish sipped at her coffee. Les patted his full belly, then burped.
His mother glanced at the clock, then had her oldest son bring her the wall phone. She punched out her partner's number, and a minute later was listening to Maisy sputter her resentment.
"Look, sweetheart," said Trish, cutting off the protests. "There is a limit to everything-including you. Now if you want me to go in to that store today and throw everything on the racks onto the half-price sale table, I will!"
The boys heard the sputtering again, but Trish was grinning at them now. She held up her right hand, making a victory circle of her thumb and forefinger.
"Sure, Maisy, I know-I'm an ungrateful bitch. But you know how things have been the past couple of weeks-believe me, honey, I'm at the end of the rope. I just cannot take looking at another buck-toothed customer's face, telling a size twenty-two that a size twelve would certainly be stunning on her figure! Yes, I'll owe you for this! What are partners for, if not to do favors for one another?"
She hung up, and rubbed her hands.
"Okay, chilluns, the hard part is over. Now, let's get the house in order, and then we can decide what we're going to do with our holiday!"
"I thought we were going to spend the day in bed," said Les.
"Well, not the whole day. I thought maybe we could go down to the Point, take the ferry boat ride."
"That'd be neat!" said the boy-and then his face fell. "It'd be neater if Liz and Janet were with us, though. Can they, Ma?"
She thought of an afternoon in bed with the boys and their bare cocks-the girls would certainly put a crimp in that sort of celebration! But after a moment she smiled and nodded.
"Why not?" After all, they could go to bed early after supper. "The phone again, Jimmy."
The girls were delighted at the prospect of a day with the missing half of the family, and for a minute Trish was sorry that Dan couldn't come too. But duty called him-damnit, duty was always calling him! That was part of their problem....
Well, worry about that later. She set the boys tasks to finish if they were to clean up the house in time, and went down to see to the laundry herself.
After all, it wouldn't do for the girls to stop by and spot spermy sheets waiting by the washing machine! When the machine was running she went back to her bedroom, spraying Lysol liberally in every corner.
After that, she went back to the kitchen and began packing a picnic lunch, for they had decided to spend a share of the day on the island, catch a later ferry back. She was short on bread, though, and had to send Jimmy over to Sue Gideon to borrow. When the boy came back, she saw that his face was flushed.
"Sue make another pass at you?" she asked.
"She tried to take my pants down," he said, embarrassed. "I told her I didn't have time, but she wanted to suck me off anyway. I had to promise to let her do whatever she wants tomorrow before I could get away."
A jealous stab hit Trish in the gut, but she kept her face composed. After all, she couldn't blame Sue for having the hots for her boys-she had them herself! And she couldn't just retire from life and spend the rest of her days in bed with them. Still, she didn't want to think about Sue having Jimmy down with his pants off.
"Well, you do whatever you have to do, honey."
He nodded, and then hurried out at Les' urgent call, to join his brother in the search for the Frisbee. Twenty minutes after that he came back, to carry the picnic basket up td the station wagon.
Trish stood in the center of the kitchen, checking off mentally the chores that needed doing, and deciding at last that she had overlooked none of them. There was nothing to stop them from leaving right now....
Nothing except the sudden hots she had for Jimmy's cock!
Christ! She scolded herself for her lust, ignored the twitching in her cunt. Give the kids a break! If she gave in to what her body wanted, she'd turn both of them into old men within a month!
The girls were waiting, impatient, on the porch of the big house in town. They jumped up and ran to throw their arms around their mother, exchanging kisses. She smiled at the four of them, after hugging the girls properly-all of her children were handsome.
Liz and Les were identical twins, and except for the fact that her hair was much longer, it would be impossible to tell them apart if they were dressed in the same clothes. Of course, there was very definitely a difference in the equipment possessed behind shorts! Trish wanted to strip them down, compare them, nut-brown feature for feature. Liz was just barely beginning to bud out, her breasts no more than the tiniest swellings hinting of the joys soon to come for those she permitted to explore there.
Janet, on the other hand, was already developing into a young lady. Her tits were tiny cones that nonetheless pressed enticingly against the fabric of her sleeveless blouse, her ass widening into the soft sensual padding of flowering womanhood. Jimmy was handsome next to her prettiness, the boy already three inches taller. Her blue shorts were stretched so tight by her ass that her mother could clearly see the outline of her mound in the crotch.
The boys hugged their sisters in turn, Jimmy's hand dropping to tease Janet's ass when he thought his mother wasn't looking. She wondered just how far their fun and games together had carried them-was her daughter to be competition for the affections of her son?
The thought made her grin, and Les wanted to know the joke. She wanted to tell him, but restrained herself-maybe tonight she could let the boys in on it.
The island was a popular picnic place, a twenty minute ferry ride from the mainland. Once it had been a millionaire's private island, and now it was part of the state park system, covered with trails and picnic places. On this day there weren't many other riders on the ferry, and when they got off, they had their pick, of places. The boys dropped the baskets on the table that she chose, and then the four of them were scampering up the trail, heading toward the highest point on the island, a two hundred foot prominence that scarcely deserved the name of the hill.
Les whooped as he shot up the steps to the wooden watchtower, Liz right behind him. From there, they could see the ferry, already well on its way back to the mainland. He strained, looking down the coastline, trying to pick out the cottage. With glasses, he might have at least seen the public beach, but it was too much for his unaided eyes.
The older pair stopped at the edge of the clearing, Jimmy looking to see that the other twins could not observe what they were doing. He stepped off the trail and leaned against an ancient pine, the layer of branches well above his head; his eyes traveled over his sister's shape.
"You miss me?" he asked, casually.
"Oh, I suppose." She tossed her head. "Of course, there are plenty of other boys in town-I've had my pick of the lot."
"Yeah? Who did you pick?"
"I didn't say I picked any of them-I just said that I could have, if I want to."
She wasn't looking at him, and now he reached out to grab her, tugging her behind the tree. At first she struggled, trying to break away, but his longer arms had wrapped her in tightly. He pushed her against the tree, and she surrendered, giggling.
"I'm the only boy in your life," he said, warning. "Just remember that!"
"We can't get married, you know, Jimmy. It's against the law or something."
"So we'll live together without being married. Lots of people do that nowadays."
His hand was touching her side, and now he reached forward to kiss her, Janet caught by surprise. It was not the awkward kisses they had exchanged before-his mother had taught him better. Their lips met, held a moment, and then his tongue was probing forward, forcing a passage between his sister's teeth.
Janet stiffened, would have gasped if her mouth was open. Her arms went around Jimmy now, holding him close, feeling his knee pressing between her legs. And now she felt the shape of his cock growing in his pants, stretching up toward his belly, pressing against her groin. His hand dropped to her breast, fondling the tiny cone, playing with the nipple, and then moved down and invaded the top of her shorts, his fingers reaching down to touch the beginning of her cunt hair.
"Jeez, Jimmy!" she cried, breaking away. "Not HERE!"
He looked around; the younger kids were still up on the watch tower. "Why not?"
"Liz and Les will see!"
"Let them, I don't care."
"But I do!"
He longed to tell her what had happened during the past twenty-four hours, but held his tongue. Maybe the girls wouldn't think the idea of screwing Ma so hot an idea. But his cock was as hard now as it had been at any time, and he knew that he had to get it into her.
Suddenly he broke away from the tree, stepped back into the path to call his brother. "Hey, Les! Janet and I are going down to the shore. We'll see you later!"
"Hold on!" his brother cried. "We'll come with you!"
But the older pair weren't going to give them the chance. Jimmy hurried Janet along the trail, then ducked into a thicket, picking his way through. They made several unexpected turns in direction, hearing the sound of the other pair fading, and then found themselves in a small clearing well of the nearest trail. It was a grassy place, with a flat rock broad enough for two to sit, and Janet plopped there now, running her hands down her thighs. But Jimmy wasn't going to let her just sit.
He grabbed her hands, pulled her down to the grass, stretching out to their full length. They stared at each other for a moment, he serious, and then she burst out in a giggle. To silence her, he grabbed her again, planting his lips against hers.
"Oh, WOW!" she cried, breaking for air a moment later. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
"Oh, I've learned a thing or two this summer," he said, proudly. "Your twin is growing up. I know lots of loving tricks now."
His hands reached for her shorts, fumbled with the buttons, opened them so that he could slide his fingers down to her mound. Her hair was light, silky compared to the two women he had fucked during the last twenty-four hours. His fingers moved across the crack, probed a bit, found that she was damp.
"Getting awfully personal, aren't you?"
"I've got something a lot better than my finger to put there," he said, nuzzling her ear. "Feel."
He took her hand, guided it down to his erection. Janet gasped as she traced the shape.
"Jeez, Jimmy! What happened? You're a lot bigger!"
"I told you, I'm growing up," he said. "Take it out."
She did so, pulling his shorts completely off as he raised his hips. She sat up to remove her blouse, then let him tug her shorts down, and they were naked together. But she had to stare at him a moment before daring to reach out and touch his flaming shaft.
"You're hot!" she said, in wonder.
"Hot to fuck," he replied. His hand moved to her mound again, the other one tugging her down beside him. She stretched out for him, her legs opening-but he could see that she was tense, frightened at the thought of his cock entering.
Suddenly he remembered what he had done for his mother. He was on his knees between her legs, his cock sticking straight up into the air, but now he bent, his hands going under her ass to bring her up better. He touched her slit with his finger, bent to kiss her.
Janet gasped as his tongue moved along the length of her slit-and then gasped again as he suddenly drove it to the inner lips, and then tasted the soft inner passage. Her ass quivered with the dart of pleasure, and now her muscles relaxed, her legs opening wider to let him find his way down farther. He probed with his now-talented tongue, found her tiny clit and brought it standing into life, his fingers caressing the shape of his sister's ass. Then he was pushing as far back into her as he could.
"Oh, God, Jimmy! Is this what they call frenching?"
He swallowed, licking her juices away, then settled back on his heels with a satisfied smile. "I guess so. Like it?"
"Jeez, yes! I never had a feeling like that before!"
"You've never had a cock like mine before-not as big as it is now."
Now he lowered himself over her, his shaft probing forward to touch first the mound, then move up and down as he lubricated himself on her already-present juices. Then he was pushing forward, driving in to the girl, moving until the head of his cock was within her. "Jeez, you're tight-"
He'd almost said, 'tighter than Ma,' but caught himself in time. But the pressure of her cunt was too much to overcome in a steady push. He relaxed a moment, waiting until he sensed that she was relaxing as well-and then slammed another three inches into her.
"Oh! Ohhhhhh, Jimmy!"
"It didn't hurt, did it?" he asked, suddenly worried.
"N-no. No, it didn't hurt. But it's so big!"
He smiled, relaxed another moment-and then slammed home the rest of the way, burying himself completely within her. She did not have the depth of her mother, his balls were still a good half inch back from her outer lips; but Jimmy knew that he filled her completely.
Now he lowered himself to her, covered her completely with his weight, his hand moving up to cover the cone of her tit and tease the nipple. It was already hard, and he hunched down far enough to suck it into his mouth, making her gasp with pleasure again. And then he was moving up to her lips, kissing her again, his ass twitching in the air as his cock was anxious to begin the fucking.
"Oh, God! What have you been doing-WHO have you been doing?"
"Oh, someone here, someone there," he said, truthfully. "You aren't jealous, are you?"
"I should be-but I won't be, so long as you learn new things like this. Oh, come on, Jimmy-I can't wait any longer! DO IT to me!"
He humped once, not really moving his cock in her cunt, just making him feel her presence. Then he raised his weight onto his forearms, looking down into her face as he concentrated on pulling his cock back from her cunt. The corner of his mouth showed the top of his tongue as he made the first stroke back.
She was tight, however, and still almost dry compared to what his mother had been. His cock pulled against the walls of her cunt, Jimmy clearly feeling the pressure of her tiny clit against his shaft, but no more than an inch actually came out. Then he was pushing forward again, generating the juices now, lubricating her. Another three strokes, and he was sliding easier; three more, and there was suddenly no more friction, drag.
Now he drew back until half of his cock was out of her cunt, holding there as he gathered his energy, then driving home into her. The girl shook at the force of his blow, gasping again, holding tight to his back. Her nails would have dug in if they were not trimmed short.
He was moving regularly now, sliding five inches out, slamming five inches home, battering at her womb. As he rode into her her passage worked free, became more open, taking the last fraction of an inch until at last his balls were slamming against the outer lips on each down stroke. She wanted to cry out her pleasure, but was forced by the fury of Jimmy's ride to save her breath just to keep energy coursing through her blood.
"OH, GOD!" She could hold it in no longer. "JIMMY, Jimmy, I'M CUMMING! I'M GONNA CUM! UH, UH, UH, OOHH, UH!"
"Yeah!" he said eagerly, feeling her body shake beneath the force of his attack. "YEAH! YEAHHHHHHHHHH! DO IT, JANET! Flood me with your CUM!"
He was rocketing along now, out of control, no longer able to restrain himself in any way. The fury of his need slammed into her, withdrew for a brief instant that brought an agony of glory to her tortured walls, then slammed down again. His cock was swollen, still swelling, growing ever larger as the blood drained from the rest of his system, hi heart beating madly. It seemed as though that organ would explode from his breast as he dropped against her now, no longer able to hold himself up, able to concentrate only on driving his ass forward, pulling it back, fueling the fury that was his cockhead.
"OH, FUCK!" he cried. "FUCK! FUCK ME JANET!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Jesus, Jimmy, I CAN'T STAND IT! Please, HELP ME!"
Her juices were boiling now, coating his cock making him slippery to the point that each backstroke almost drew him out of her cunt. H stayed within her only because his knees were positioned firmly between her legs. Another h an inch back and the head of his cock would pop free, would spend against the grass rather than within her.
Jimmy fucked Janet as he had never fucked before, even when entering his mother. There was nothing else in the world, the universe, but I need to keep his cock plunging in and out of her filling her completely, splitting her apart. H gasped for breath, his feet ached with the pressure of his toes digging against the ground, but he could not stop, would not stop.
And then his testicles responded to the driving force, answered with the building pressure as they once more released the load of his life force. The cum rose in his cock as he slammed down again, shot deep into his sister's cunt, filling her as he pulled back. His ass was twitching in nervous response to the violence of his ride, but suddenly he was holding himself there, holding the head of his cock just within her.
"OH, JESUS!" he cried. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMINNNGGG!"
Janet was beyond answering, just lay still, an open receptacle to the flood of his juices. She felt the cum slam out of his cock to fill her channel completely, fill it to spilling, and it was the most wonderful satisfying feeling she had ever known, hot jism splashing the inside of her pubescent cunt-sheath!
"Oh, God!" she said, softly, eyes closed. It was a prayer. "FUCKMEEEEEE!!!"
CHAPTER NINE
Liz was angry with the older twins for pulling their disappearing act. She plopped down on a fallen log, her chin in her hands, pouting.
"They're stinky," she said.
"Oh, it's all right." Les sat down beside her, for he had a pretty good idea why Jimmy wanted to be alone with Janet. He reached for his sister, put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her tight.
"It's okay," he said, his finger trailing a path along her leg, down to her knee. "We don't need them." He touched the flat of his palm to her thigh, moved it higher, approaching the edge of her shorts.
"What are you doing?" she said, suddenly. His finger flicked inside the leg of her shorts.
"Just exploring," he said. "I want to find out if you've changed any since we came out to the beach house."
"How much could I change in two weeks?" She didn't know about the tremendous spurt in Les' development. But neither did she chase his hand away.
"That tickles!" she said, wriggling her shoulders as his finger reached in her mound, found the few tiny silk hairs there. He traced the length of her developing pubic mound.
"Okay," he said. "You can tickle me there in return."
He settled back, legs out straight, looking at her. Liz stared a moment, then reached down to his shorts, her fingers touching the outline of his cock. She ran them across the length of the shaft a couple of times and he quickly stiffened, lifting against the fabric.
"Are you hard?" she asked needlessly.
"Unbutton my pants and you'll see."
She looked up and down the path to be sure that they were alone, and then she quickly undid his shorts, tugging them apart until the shaft of his cock sprang into view. It was sturdy and straight, pointing straight out from the tiny nest of hair, and now his balls popped into sight within the angle of the opening.
"You're being dirty!" said Liz, staring at his cock.
"Touch it," he said. "Go ahead-you've touched it before."
Her fingers moved reluctantly, although she was anxious to do his bidding. She stroked him with the one forefinger, then curled her fingers over it, still not grabbing. Les watched her cautious movements-and suddenly made his cock jump, banging it against the palm of her hand.
"OH!" Liz jerked away, frightened. "Why did you do that?"
"'Cause I want you to touch it. Go ahead-it won't bite you. Feel it, hold onto it."
She did so, wrapping her fingers around the shaft now, feeling the heat of his expanded meat against the cooler flesh of her hand. She stroked it once, tentatively, and then did it again several times.
"You want me to jerk you?" She asked, not looking at Les's face.
"Sure. Come on-it feels good!"
She was concentrating on his cock now, moving her hand up and down. When she was at the bottom of the stroke the opened glans showed clearly over the edge of her hand, the meat almost white under the pressure of her holding. As she drew toward the top again, his balls jumped, drawn up against the base of the shaft. She jerked him in a regular motion, a stroke every two seconds.
Les sighed, his balls tingling with the pleasure he was receiving from his sister's hand. But it was nothing compared with the pleasure his mother had given him last night. Liz had never done anything more than stroke him a bit, and let him probe his finger into her pussy, but now he wasn't going to be satisfied with halfway measures.
He wanted to feel her mouth sucking his cock-he wanted to feel his shaft probing into her. The fucking feeling was the best of all, worth anything to get.
He reached down, cupped his hand over hers, stopping the stroke. She looked up, surprised.
"Let's move into the bushes," he said, excited. "We can take off our clothes."
She shrugged. "Okay."
He led the way, moving a hundred feet away from the path until he found a place clear enough of underbrush to permit them to stretch out. There was another fallen log, and Liz sat down there-but he tugged her up quickly, unbuttoned her shorts to push them down from her hips. His cock was still poking out of his open fly, his balls riding over the edge of the fabric.
"Come on, strip down!" he said, insisting. "It's better if we're naked."
"I don't know why." But she did as he asked, taking off her blouse and then her shorts, spreading them out so there would be something for her to lie on. Les was already stripping off his shorts and kicking off his sandals, and as Liz lay down beneath him, he stood over her, his cock sticking out proud and flagpole stiff, waving over the center of her body.
"What makes you so anxious?" she asked. "Haven't you played with yourself at all lately?"
He grinned, but did not tell her what was funny. He dropped down to kneel between her legs, reaching forward to tug at her ass, raising her up. At last her mound was revealed to his eyes, seeming almost hairless. He looked up at her flat body, recognizing the shape of the tits although they would seem asexual to anyone else. Then he reached forward to touch her slit, working his finger into it. She wriggled her ass.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to make you feel good."
"How?"
"I'm going to fuck you."
"Oh, no!" She shook her head, drew up her knees. "I don't want to-that'll hurt! I'll jerk you off, Les-isn't that enough?"
"Fucking is lots more fun than jerking off.
Come on, I promise not to hurt you."
She did not trust him, but as he insisted, she lowered her knees again, let him probe at her cunt. She was completely dry, even when he touched the head of his cock to the outer lips, spreading them with his fingers. He remembered the wetness of the two women, not understanding why Liz wasn't as excited herself.
But the boy knew enough to know that he could not enter her dry. He spit on his hand, rubbed it over the head of his cock, and pressed forward again. There was just enough lubrication to let his shaft press through the outer lips-but Liz did not know how to respond, to open before him. She remained tensed, closed, a barrier.
"Come on, Liz!" he protested. "Relax! You're fighting me."
He moved back now, his knees sliding across the grass until he was laying across her, his ass waving in the air to hold his cock in the brief beachhead it had secured. Now he pushed, and gained another fraction of an inch, but the girl protested.
"It HURTS! You said it wouldn't hurt!"
"Damn!"
The boy was keyed up now, his balls already churning; her jerking motions had brought him near to eruption, and now the mere proximity of her cunt was enough for the feeble jabbings of his cockhead to bring him to explosion. His cum flooded out against her, trickling down her crack-but as it came, his head became naturally lubricated. The pressure of his ass moved forward a bit even against her resistance, his cock sliding almost an inch that time. He pulled back, then shoved again, and now he was halfway into her.
"OH!" She gasped, reached to hold his arms. "OH!"
"Does that hurt?" he asked, stopping for a moment...." no. I guess it's all right."
"Okay. I'm gonna push all the way in now."
But there was a barrier there; his cock would go no farther, no matter how he pushed against her, holding himself tight. His cock was juicy now, and he was ready to go again, and even Liz was ready for him now.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"I don't know. There's something there that won't let me in any farther."
"Oh." She frowned. "That must be what Mama calls my maidenhead. All girls have it-it's what boys call the cherry. I think you have to break it."
"Will that hurt?"
"I don't know-I don't think so. Pull out, and slam it again."
He did so, drawing back until his balls were shivering in anticipation, his cockhead just held within her passage. His ass twitched several times as he gathered himself-and suddenly, after a deep breath, slammed down with all his power.
"OH! OHHHHHH! IT HURTS!"
Tears coursed out of her eyes, the girl's face wincing with pain. Her chest was heaving-but the boy was all of the way in her now.
"GET OFF, LES! IT HURTS! OWWW-OH, IT HURTS!"
He was laying across her, his face against her shoulder and looking away. Now he felt the walls of her cunt working around his cock, trying to push him away, push him back. It was a suddenly good feeling, one that sent a thrill surging straight back into his asshole. He shivered in delight, and worked his cock within her.
"OH, PLEASE-LES! GET OFF!"
The pressure was even around his cock now, much tighter than his mother had been last night. It was a much better feeling than he had ever received from his own fingers, or even Liz's. His ass pulled back an inch, moved home again, the motion making the girl gasp again. "OH!"
"Did that hurt?" he asked.
"N-no. It felt strange-but the pain is all gone." She smiled through her tears. "I guess it does hurt, breaking your cherry. But it feels good now."
"Good!" The boy was happy. 'Then there's nothing to stop us from fucking."
His belly was wet with sweat now as he pulled back farther than before, then moved into her again. Now he was stroking all of the way, but it was a gentle fuck, not the wild ride he had experienced with Mrs. Gideon and with his mother. The feeling was just as good-maybe even better-and he knew instinctively that Liz was not yet ready for the wild part.
He stroked his cock into his sister's cunt in even measures, his body moving over hers, bellies sliding together, his hands holding her upper arms. The girl was responding now, moving with him, her hips surging against his, her hands touching his back and moving up and down as he made each stroking movement. His cock filled her completely, reached back to touch areas that she had not known existed, firing her with a feeling that was the greatest she had ever known.
"Oh, Les!" She gasped her pleasure. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH! Do it to me! It feels good!"
"Yeah! I'm fucking you, Liz-I'm fucking you!"
They moved together for a long time, the boy's body needing no quick release after the first spilling that had opened the way to this pleasure for them. He fucked into her, rode above her, his eyes glistening with pleasure, a smile of pure joy on his face as he planted his meat deep within his sister's flesh. His cock seemed to be growing with every stroke, moving deeper within her, expanding as his blood sang with his joy, his balls drawn tight as they worked to create another spilling of his love.
"OH!" Liz gasped again as a silver flower suddenly blossomed within her belly. She could see it growing there even with her eyes closed, the pleasure radiating through every nerve as the flower grew, the petals spreading. This was something completely new to her, something she had never imagined, a feeling indescribable.
"OH, LES!" she cried. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT'S GOOD, OH!"
Her body expanded, worked, moved to expel her cumming even though the girl did not know that that was what was happening to her. Her juices rose, spilled out, coating Les's cock, a signal that his balls had been waiting for. Suddenly he was cumming into her himself, his white fuck juice spurting forward, sixteen silver bullets coming in four separate machine gun blasts, to mix with hers.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH! YESSS!" she cried again.
"I'M CUMMINNNNNNGGGGGG!" he answered. "OH, JEEZ, LIZ-I'M CUMMMINNNGGGGGGGGGGGG! OH, SIS, HERE IT IS!!!"
They were pouring out all of their life's joy against each other, over each other, the two spendings mixing together to make a piquant liquor fragrant with the spices that adults could only resent, for not knowing that first joy each time that it was to happen again. But this was the first time for the twins, the children-the first time together, as they were supposed to be. And in that moment they knew that there would never be anything better, greater, than this. No matter what happened in life, this was perfection, this was the moment they would always wish to achieve again.
She cried, the boy gasped, they rose together until it seemed as though they were floating over the floor of the tiny forest, oblivious to all around them. They pumped together, worked together, the boy's cock sliding in and out of his sister in a continuing motion of love that neither one of them wanted to stop.
But it could not go on forever: there was a limit to everything. At last his stroking slowed, stopped, his balls aching with the tension of trying to send forth more when there was no more to cum.
The girl shivered beneath him, suddenly cold, conscious of the sweat coating her body. Her hands fell from her brother, then reached up to touch his again, tentatively, nervously.
"Les?"
He sighed his pleasure, eyes closed, laying heavily across her. His asshole was still twitching. "Uh-huh?"
"Is it always like this?"
"I don't know-I guess maybe. You liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes! I never felt anything like it in my life! But ... you're hurting me."
"Huh?" He opened his eyes, realized that he was still on her, pulled back. His cock came slipping wetly from her cunt, dropping against his balls, glistening in the air as he stood, brushed off his knees. She stared up at him, at the thing that had just made her feel so good.
"Les? I wish I slept with you, instead of Janet."
He grinned, reached down to help her stand. Together they dusted the leaf mould from her clothes, found their sandals and dressed. But Liz could not keep her eyes from his crotch, and before he tugged his shorts up around his hips, she reached out to capture his cock in her fingers, bent to kiss it.
"Hey!" He beamed. "You don't have enough yet?"
She rubbed her mound, feeling the ache building in her pelvis. But it was a good ache, and neither of them noticed the few tiny drops of blood scattered by the rupture of her hymen. She sighed again.
"Oh, it was enough. But I wish we could do it again."
"We can-any time you want. I can't think of anyone I'd rather do it with than you."
"Have you done it with others?" she asked, suddenly jealous. But he would not answer, and at last she was forced to let it pass.
They found the way back to the path, and heard voices approaching: Jimmy and Janet came into view, holding hands, their arms swinging together. There were smiles on their faces as they came up, and Les did not have to ask what they had been doing. He was not the least bit jealous-he had all that he wanted, needed, right beside him.
"I'm starved!" said Jimmy. "I wonder if it's time to eat yet."
"C'mon," said Janet, "We can tease Ma into feeding us early."
The found Trisha stretched out on a blanket in the sun when they returned to the picnic area. Huge glasses shaded her sleeping eyes, a paperback book fallen from her fingers. But she opened them quickly enough when she heard them coming, and sat up.
"Well," she said, surveying their beaming faces. "You collectively look like the cats that ate the pet shop full of canaries."
Jimmy and Les grinned, and she knew instinctively what they had done. But she did not pursue it, even though there was a twinge of sudden jealousy. Her time would come, when she had them home again!
She began to unpack the picnic basket, for it was already noon-and she was as hungry as the kids, despite the huge breakfast of a few hours ago, and despite the fact that they had spent the last hour fucking themselves out. She set Jimmy to building a fire in the nearest fireplace, and soon enough the hamburgers were grilling. And even though she thought she had brought plenty enough for an army, the five of them went through the food available like a plague of locusts through a newly ripened field of wheat.
Food gone and the mess cleared away, they were all ready to stretch out on the grassy field for a nap. The children slept for nearly an hour, and when they came back to life, their mother decreed that it was time to return to the mainland. They did not protest, for she promised them a ride farther up the coast line and a stop at a farm that had riding horses for rent.
It was after six when they at last returned to the big house in the village, the children exhausted and Trish ready herself for a session in bed-alone. She suggested stopping at a MacDonald's for supper, but all four of the kids insisted that their father come too. When she turned off the ignition, Trish was feeling wary of the last suggestion. But she could not do anything but give in.
Dan was waiting for them, and that was unusual in itself. Normally he worked late in good weather-another of the problems disturbing their marriage. But he seemed glad to see them, and pleased that the kids had enjoyed themselves. And when Janet said that it was up to him to take them all out to supper, he agreed, smiling.
An hour after that he was sipping the last of his coffee, staring at his wife over the rim of the cup. Seafood remains had been removed by the waitress, the girls and Les unable to finish the last of their pie.
Trish knew that Dan had something on his mind-but he would not say it in front of the children. When they got back to the house, she wanted to stay in the car, not give him a chance. But Les remembered something he wanted from his room, and now all of the kids were out and racing up the steps. Dan pulled the key from the ignition and gave it to her, his hand closing over hers.
"I've missed you, Trish."
"We've missed you, too." she said.
"God!" He was miserable, looked away, his hands now clenching the wheel until his knuckles were white with the tension. "You don't know what I've been going through, these past weeks."
"No more than I have," she said, softly.
"Then you admit it?" he asked, eagerly. "You think we made a mistake?"
"I've always thought this idea of separating for the summer was a mistake, Dan. You know how much I love you-I've always loved you."
"Dammit, then why do we fight so much?"
"I guess because that's just the way we are." She smiled, reached to touch his arm. "God, Dan, you don't know how much I need you, I've wanted you-beside me. Bed is a lonely place without you."
"Trish." His face was long. "I have a terrible confession to make to you. I know you'll hate me-but I can't have this standing in the way of our possible pleasure. Our marriage."
He turned, faced her, but did not try to touch her. "I've done a terrible thing, a terrible sin."
"You've ... had sex with Janet."
He was aghast. "How did you know? Jesus, I couldn't help it, Trish! I was needing you so badly, I couldn't stand it any longer! I was going to jerk off-but I saw her there in bed, couldn't keep my hands off her. I'm sorry, I'm everything you think I am-for that isn't all. I ... had Liz, too. God, can you ever forgive me?"
"I forgive you," she said, managing a smile. "Oh, don't you see that's why we need each other so much, Dan? I'm human, too-and I've had temptation before me. If you sinned, then so have I."
He stared. "With ... the boys?"
"With both of them. And you know what? We loved it, everyone of us. Just as I'm sure the girls loved it with you. So there's nothing to forgive, Dan."
"Jesus!" He slumped, shaking his head; and then hope came into his eyes. He looked at her again.
"Let's call it off, Trish-this whole nonsense of a trial separation. Let's all go to the beach house-together!"
"Oh, yes, Dan! Yes!" She reached out to him, moved into his arms, hands fumbling with his body. They kissed, and when they parted, she looked down to see his cock stirring within his pants.
"Yes!" she said again. "It's what I want more than anything!"
CHAPTER TEN
The children were overjoyed with the news; the girls rushed to throw enough things to hold them for a day or so into a single bag, while their father was a bit more careful in his packing. But in less than fifteen minutes the whole family was back in the station wagon.
The boys ran down the path to the beach house, whooping with joy as the girls followed at a pace only slightly less hectic. Their parents came last, enjoying the antics of their children, content to be approaching the summer home together after the separation of the past two weeks.
The kids were in the house when he stopped, turned to her, and for the first time grabbed her with the restrained passion of his lust. He kissed her, his hands roaming over her body, his cock pressing against her belly.
"Oh, God, honey! I can't wait to fuck you!"
She laughed. "I'm afraid you're going to have to wait a bit. The kids are much too excited, and it's much too early to pack them off to bed."
But when they reached the house they found the girls waiting impatiently, to tell them that they were all going down to the beach. The permission was granted quickly, and they moved to the porch to watch them tear down the steps, and disappear from sight.
"Now," he said, turning to her again. "No more excuses, woman! You woman, me man-man wants to fuck woman! Go now and get naked!"
She was just as anxious as he, her fingers trembling as they tugged at her blouse even before mounting the steps to the bedroom wing. In the big room she had to pause, for she had forgotten to remake the bed; but that took only a moment with his help, for they did not bother with the coverlet. It was another warm night, and the heat of their bodies would be enough for what they needed.
And then they were naked, staring at each other, Dan's fingers moving out to touch her tits, lifting them gently. His cock sprouted stiff and strong from the heavy nest of brown curls, his balls warm to her touch as they hung in the sac. She reached down to cup them a moment, and then let her fingers trail up the length of his cock, and then to his belly and his nipples.
"Oh, God, Dan! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!"
His cock moved deep within her cunt at the very first stroke. He was larger than his son, although not so much larger that Jimmy did not threaten to out reach him with maturity, but the important thing was that he was trained in the ways of satisfying his wife. He twisted as he came into her, moving his ass in a rotation that rubbed the head of his cock completely around the walls of her cunt, humping up against her as he filled there.
Then he began to drive, plunging wildly, full into her, his weight pinning her against the bed even as she threatened to slide off against the slippery sheets. His ass slammed against her, shoving his cock deep into her, a dozen quick strokes-and then he was pouring his first load, shooting it into her womb, coating her insides.
"OH, CHRIST! DON'T STOP!"
He slowed as his cock spilled, and now he was moving her up onto the bed, finding a more firm position, coming with her and keeping his meat planted deep within her until at last only their feet still hung over the edge. And then he began to ride her again, almost as hard as before, ass raising high into the air before dropping down to shove into her, until it seemed that his wonderful marvelous cock was splitting her in half, tearing her to pieces.
"OH, GOD!" she cried. "OH, JESUS! I CANT STAND IT, Dan-FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
He was doing his best to oblige her, and now she was returning thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet him as he fell, her legs drawn up now with her feet planted flat against the mattress. He was across her tits, but his hands were fondling there, working against the dough of her flesh, kneading the pleasure-pains that only helped to heighten the sensation of the marvelous fucking ride that he was giving her.
She heaved: she gasped: she was transported on waves of pure sensation. This was heaven, this was love, this was fucking as it was meant to be!
His eyes closed, opened, tried to focus on her face but could not take her in. He was panting now with the effort of continuing the drive-but the sensation was there, building, the tickle crossing his balls that meant another load would spill soon. He summoned a reserve of energy, increased the pace of the fucking until they were slamming off the bed each time that he started to pull out, the whole frame shaking wildly.
"Oh, God! Dan, I'm cumming! Fuck me, honey-MAKE ME FEEL YOU! FUCK! Jesusssssssssssssssssssss! I'm burning up, I'm on fire! I'M CUMMING! OH, NOW!"
She flooded against him, spilling out all that she had within her reservoirs, built up since the episode of the previous night. She had eaten well that day, and the supply was plentiful. She came against him just as the sensation in his balls reached the point of indescribable bliss, and he poured forth himself, spilling into her, his juices mixing with hers, the two of them rocking and sliding across the bed together.
"Oh, God!" she cried.
"Oh, Jesus!" he hissed, at first finding his voice.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
"Oh, yeahhhhhh!"
"Hove you!"
"...Love you, honey!"
"Ohhhhhh!" she said one last time, her hands reaching to touch his back. She rubbed him gently, Dan's muscles twitching under the massage, his ass working in tiny motions against her cunt.
But he was finished for now; the strength was drained from his being. At last he shivered, and pulled out, rolling onto his back. His eyes were closed, his hand flopping down to touch hers. "Dan?"
"Huh?" He did not open his eyes. "We must have been crazy, to think that we could ever live without each other."
"Yeah. Idea forgotten."
"I suppose well still fight?"
"Probably."
"You'll make me mad enough to throw things."
"Just so long as you choose cheap things."
Trish raised herself onto her elbow, gazing down at her husband's cock. It was soft now, the foreskin curling under and halfway back up the glans. A drop of seminal fluid was pale yellow in the hole, and she reached out to touch it with her finger, bringing it to her lips to taste. He shivered under her touch.
"God, I love you!"
"I love you, too, honey," he said.
She leaned over him then, kissed him briefly, her hands pushing against the matted hair on his chest. They were both soaked with sweat-but they were going to become a lot sweatier before this night was over!
"Dan? ... are the girls as good at fucking as their mother?"
"I didn't fuck Liz," he said, opening his eyes. "She's too small. I just played with her a bit."
"But you fucked Janet."
"Yes," he admitted. He looked at her. "But she is nothing compared to you, honey. You're the champ!"
Suddenly they heard the sound of the kids returning to the house, clattering across the living room floor even though their feet were bare. Trish looked at her husband, a dirty smile on her face.
"Dan?"
"What is it?" he said.
"Let's have the kids sleep with us tonight?"
"Huh?" He sat up, stared at her. "What do you mean?"
She cocked her head. "Well, you've slept with the girls, and I've slept with the boys, and we've certainly slept together. For that matter, I'm sure the boys have been experimenting with the girls. So if we're all going to do it anyway, separately, why not all do it together?"
He laughed, nervously, but she continued to look at him. And he could find no answer to her logic-why not? They had done it in pairs, and in triples-why not the whole lot of them together?
"I think you're just cock hungry," he said, resisting a moment longer.
"Yeah!" She said it eagerly, reaching down to grab his cock with her hand, and he laughed.
"Okay, I give in. Invite the kids-invite the whole damn beach, if you want to. The more the merrier."
"Oh, I don't want the whole beach-let's just keep it in the family."
She slipped out of the bed, leaving him there in the exact center, and walked over to the door. There she called to the children, waiting until she cut through the racket they were making. Jimmy answered from the living room, and she told them all to come.
She was back in bed with Dan before they got there, and the kids skidded to a halt, to see their parents naked before them. Dan had his arm around Trish's shoulder, and now he deferred to her.
"This was your idea, Einstein."
She grinned. "How'd you all like to sleep with Daddy and me tonight?"
The twins looked at each other, and then at their siblings, amazement on their faces. Jimmy read the expressions in the others' eyes, and answered for all of them.
"Sure!"
"Well, come on, then. Hop up here!"
Despite the example of their parents, the girls were shy about stripping down; but the boys quickly took the lead, having only their shorts to shuck off. They stood naked, their cocks already standing out, Jimmy's raising steadily before their eyes until it was almost straight up against his groin. Only then did the girls strip off their own clothes, revealing their lithe young bodies.
They moved together to the bed, Jimmy and Janet getting in beside their father, Les and Liz beside their mother. For a moment there was awkwardness, and then Trish reached out to take the youngest pair into her arms, kissing them soundly in turn. Jimmy grinned, but his father was already reaching out to him, gathering his son and his daughter against his chest as he kissed them. He was no less awkward to planting his lips against Jimmy's, and his tongue probed briefly against his son's teeth before he released them.
Now all three male members of the family were standing fierce erections, Les gazing admiringly at his father's. He compared that big prick with Jimmy's, and saw that his brother did not have that far to go to catch up. The girls were also admiring them, and now Janet was dropping her hand into her father's crotch, fondling his balls and touching the shape of his prick.
Liz would not be denied the same pleasure, although she had to reach across Les and her mother to touch the same goal. Les's cock was poking up against her belly as she stretched, and his hand moved to her ass. She giggled under his touch, and then his finger was probing at her asshole.
"That's the back way in," said his father, noticing. "They've got two holes to fill. Have you fellows tried it that way, yet?"
They shook their head. "Uh-unh!" said Les, and both girls together.
Dan laughed. "It's fun, I guarantee-how about it, honey? I think it's lesson time."
Trish smiled. "It is fun, kids. Don't worry."
His father spoke again. "Jimmy, open the drawer of that nightstand, and you should find the bottle of Vaseline I left there last year. This is something you shouldn't try without plenty of lubrication. It's okay after both of you are good and wet, but if you're going to start off this way, Vaseline is best."
Jimmy found the small bottle, which was well depleted, and watched as his father showed them how to anoint his cock, and then their mother's asshole. Trish raised her hips for him, until her knees were touching her breasts.
"This is the hard way," said Dan. "You fellows better try it the easy way first time-you girls lie on your bellies."
Jimmy was smearing himself now, and then Janet as he handed the bottle to Les. Soon all six of them were anointed, ready for the lesson to continue.
Dan positioned himself, leaned forward over his wife until the head of his cock was touching her ass. It was thick with the grease, for he wanted the kids to use plenty this first time, and until they learned the tolerances of the girls. He pressed forward until they could see the pucker suddenly spread-and then shoved, until the head of his cock popped through the ring.
"Gosh!" said Liz. "Doesn't that hurt, Mama?"
Trish laughed. "It will hurt the first time, honey-you'll probably want to yell. But the pain doesn't last very long, and the feeling you get is more than worth it. Come on, Dan-do it!"
The kids were kneeling around them, and now they saw their father's cock sliding slowly into their mother's ass as he applied pressure. The grease made it easy, and soon enough he was almost completely buried. He paused a moment, looked at Trish to make sure that she was taking it all right-then shoved the rest of the way, until the hair around his cock was plastered back against his groin.
"Gosh!" said Liz again. She reached out to touch her father there, then reached under him to heft his balls. He waited for her to finish her exploration, and then began to stroke into Trish, falling forward over her so that his chest kept her legs pinned down.
"Remember!" he said, between gasps for breath and without pausing in his stroking. "You girls lay on your bellies-there's time enough later for you to try it this way!"
The boys were anxious to begin, but the girls were hesitant; at last Jimmy had to tug at Janet, make her lie down, turn over. When Liz saw that they were getting ready, she wanted to watch. But Les tugged in turn, and pushed her down.
The boys looked at each other, grinning, and then cast another close look at their father's prick in its steady rise and fall from their mother's ass. Then they positioned themselves over their sisters, lowering their weight gently, each boy instinctively balancing himself on his hands.
Les found the entrance first, and his slender shaft moved in quickly, bottoming out the first stroke. Liz let out a tiny sound, not quite a gasp.
"Did that hurt?" he asked.
"No-not really. It just feels strange." She giggled. "Greasy!"
The boy moved tentatively over her, feeling himself moving within her shaftway. He was seated as well as he could be, and now he drew back, made the first drive of the fucking. This time the girl did gasp, for he bottomed out heavily, the grease making him slipperier than he had expected, making it hard to gauge the force of his fucking. But he soon enough found the rhythm, and began to fill her with his meat, following the example of their parents.
On the other side of the fucking adults, Jimmy was having more trouble. Janet's ass wasn't high enough at first, and his cock was too big to slip in like Les's. He had to push against her, jerking around until he found the right angle of entrance.
But he was there at last, his glans popping suddenly through the ring. His cockhead was more pointed than his father's, and once he was in he quickly slid down the grease until he was almost buried. His sister gasped, and then cried out in pain.
"It hurts! Oh, don't!"
Trish's eyes had been closed, but now she reached over to take Janet's hand, squeezing it comfortingly.
"It'll only hurt for a minute, honey, you'll see. Then it will feel much better. Grit your teeth and let Jimmy bury it completely. After he's taken half a dozen strokes, you'll see the pain go away."
Tears were stinging the corner of the girl's eyes, but she did as her mother said, letting her brother move over her until at last he was settled to his satisfaction. There was still an inch or more of Jimmy's cock not in her, and now he drew back until the ring was catching the rim of his glans.
Then he slammed home all of the way, burying himself completely in his twin sister's asshole. She cried out again as he repeated the stroke a second and a third time, and then he found his rhythm, and her gasps quieted. After a minute she sighed deeply.
"OHHHHHHHHH! IT DOES FEEL GOOD!"
"It sure does!" said Liz, eagerly. Les was pumping her with all of his force now, pushing his cock as deep as he could. He did not have the prominent ring around his glans to prevent his cock from slipping out, and once or twice it did pop free; but it went home again as quickly, and he soon learned just how far back he could draw.
Now they were all fucking together, the whole family, the boys moving in and out of their sisters, their father fucking their mother.
"Will this make me cum?" cried Janet as Jimmy slammed his heavy cock home.
"Sometimes," said Trish. "Sometimes not. It doesn't make any difference-regular fucking will make you cum, and so will frenching. This is another feeling, something different."
She gasped, getting the words out in short bursts. Dan was working now, his balls beginning to churn, the sac slapping heavily against her ass even though it was drawn up by the tension of their fucking. His balls were much larger than the boys', far bigger than his cock in proportion. She would have to teach the girls how to take them into their mouths, how to chew on them until he yelped, how to make him cum just by sucking on the heavy eggs.
She almost giggled, except that she needed her breath just for breathing; she had a sudden image of one girl on each ball, and herself on Dan's cock. Now that would be a thrill for him! She almost couldn't wait for this fucking session to be done, so that she could try out this idea.
"OH, GOD!" she cried. "FUCK ME, HONEY! FUCK ME!"
The girls were gasping beside her, and now she was holding each of them by the hand, feeling them tremble beneath the blow of boy landing against asshole. She wanted to gather them into her arms, feel them against her tits, but just touching them was almost enough right now.
"OH, CHRIST!" said Dan. "I FEEL it, honey-MY BALLS ARE BOILING! I'M GONNA CUM! NOW, NOW, OHHH!!!"
The boys panted heavily, and now Jimmy and then Les felt the tickle in their testicles that meant their spilling time was at hand. Les was working as hard as he could, but Jimmy somehow found the strength to increase his pace even more, the two of them slamming against their sisters with all that they had to give.
"I'M GONNA CUM!" cried the young boy.
"I'M CUMMINNNNNNGGGGGG!" yelled his brother.
"JESUS!!!" came from their father.
"JESUSSSSSSSSSSS! My guts are spilling! I'M CUMMINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"
The three cocks worked together now, pumping heavily, the seed boiling forth, the cum spilling out of their balls to cascade into the asses of the three females. Trish was panting in happy anticipation of the load to be spilled, the girls tense with excitement and wonder-and then they were panting as well as their brothers poured forth, shot into them.
"OH, MAMA! M AM A AA AAAA AA A! OH, FUCK ME, MAMA!!"
The cry came from four young throats at once as the boys came, dropped, spilled, completing the natural course of instruction that their parents had initiated. This fucking was through-but the night was just beginning. There was much that the mother and father could teach their loving children.
