Often when we form a new relationship, we have something in our past we wish to, if not outright hide, at least try to forget or ignore, and Wilma, new wife of Donald Johnson, was no exception. She wasn't so much shamed of the fact she had been a prostitute, she just didn't feel he might show understanding and acceptance of her.
Wilma thought she was worldly wise and morally blase because of her past, but when Donald, who worked nights, suggested she might be "friendly" with his sons for her benefit and theirs she was shocked. And when Donald made her run around the house nude and made advances to her in front of the two boys, she was shocked ... and secretly excited.
It may be a commoner fantasy than most people think, this erotic play being forced on a woman in front of two hunky boys, for although appalled by the turn of events and her new husband's evident desire to see her bed down his two sons, she was more turned on by the idea than even she would admit to herself ... And from there it was only a short hop to the boys' bed and the nightly delights of two fresh young studs....
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CHAPTER ONE
"Wilma! Aaahhh, Wilma! Uuuuuummmmmnnn!"
Donald Johnson moaned as his wife mouthed his big hard peter. She had unzipped his pants right there in the kitchen and taken it out. She had worked his dick with her fingers until it was hot and stiff. When she had it worked up into a full-fledged hard-on, she had knelt down between his legs and pushed her mouth over the end of it. She had sucked it down inside her mouth and throat. She was licking up a storm and pushing and pulling with her lips.
"Oooohhhh! Ahhh, Wilma!" Donald stared down at his wife of only two short weeks, watching her gobble up his cock.
"Uuuhhh! Mmmmmnnnnn!" she moaned around her mouthful of peter.
"The boys!" Donald said, gasping. "Man, if one of them walked in now ... Ooohhh!"
Right outside the kitchen door, Petie Johnson strained his ears. He pressed right up against the door. He listened to his father's excited moans and the slurping, sucking noises of Wilma's mouth working on his hard cock.
Petie's big cock stiffened up in his pajamas. He reached down and rubbed the growing bulge between his legs, getting it even harder. Although he was a bit simpleminded, acting more like a thirteen-year-old than a young man of twenty-one, his cock was certainly that of a twenty-one year old. He could shoot out a virtual fountain of cum, and he loved touching himself down there to make it happen.
The noises from the kitchen grew louder and more excited. Petie could even hear his new stepmother moaning with delight as she mouthed his forty-five-year-old father's hard-on.
"Petie, what are ya doin'? "
"Shhh," Petie whispered, holding his index finger up to his lips in a signal for Michael, his older brother, to be quiet. "Come here and listen."
Michael crept up to the door with a puzzled expression. He pressed close.
"Uuuummmmmnnnnnggg! Mmmmmmnnnnn! Oh, Wilma! It's building up! Aw, it feels great. I'm gonna cum if you keep suckin' me like that!"
"Damn," Michael said, meeting his brother's eyes. "She's suckin' him."
Petie nodded. The two young men pressed their ears back up to the door, not wanting to miss a single sound coming from the kitchen. "I wish we could see 'em," Michael said.
Petie went back to rubbing his cock through the front of his pajamas. He glanced at Michael to see his reaction.
Michael smiled weakly when he saw what Petie was doing, but he said nothing since his own cock was growing stiff in his pajamas as he listened to their stepmother give their father a blow job. Reaching down, Michael opened up his fly and hauled out his peter. He wrapped his fingers around it and began jerking off.
The noises coming from the kitchen grew louder and more excited.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Their father worked his hips in a fucking motion. He drove his throbbing erection in and out of Wilma's mouth. Her tongue worked around over his smooth-skinned cock. It ran up and down its length as she mouthed and sucked it. The fingers of her right hand pushed their way up ger gut, cuntal furrow, She masturbated shamelessly as she blew him.
Her left hand held the base of her husband's erection firmly. She bobbed her head up and down, pushing and pulling on the loose outer skin of his shaft with her lips.
"Ohhh, baby! Aaahhh! Suck me! Oh, it's good!" Donald closed his eyes and moaned. His legs trembled around Wilma's sucking face. The sensations mounted in his throbbing mancock. His balls swelled in preparation for orgasm. They pressed against the front of his pants.
Sensing that the sensations were mounting in his prick, Wilma worked her mouth faster and sucker harder than ever. The powerful vacuum she was creating in her throat was literally pulling at his peter.
"Ooohhh! Aaahhhh! Mmmmmmnnnn!" Michael's and Petie's fists whipped up and down on their peters so fast that they appeared as blurs around their erections. Their hard male bodies trembled as they listened to the sounds in the kitchen.
Petie's erection quivered solid and red as his fingers pulled his cockskin on and off his peterhead. He gasped and moaned. Little dribbles of crystal clear fluids oozed out his peter-hole and he smeared them up and down his prick, gasping with delight.
Michael grunted even more excitedly. He gasped as he pulled up a big dribbled of sticky pre-cum juice from his cockhead. He panted desperately and pulled the loose skin of his cock up and down over his hard inner cockshaft. Standing there in their pajamas, their big cocks sticking out, the two masturbated excitedly as they listened.
"Ooohh, Wilma! Uuuunnnnnggghhhh! What are ya doin' to me? Aaaggghhhhh! Oh, it's buildin' up!"
Wilma sucked with the expertise which only a woman of her former profession could possess. Her lips, her tongue, her mouth, her throat all were at work swirling around Donald's big peter, pumping up and down, licking at its skin, creating a vacuum that was sucking at his very essence.
"Uuuummmmnnn! Mmmmmmnnnn! Uuuuuhhhhh!" She moaned excitedly as she worked her index finger right up inside her pussy as she knelt before her husband, mouthing his hard-on.
Donald stared down excitedly, watching her mouth move up and down on his prick. He saw her hand working frantically beneath her houserobe as she masturbated before his eyes. "Honey! Aw, baby!" Donald's whole body stiffened. His eyes grew wide as the sensations mounted in his mancock stem. His legs quaked around her sucking face. He gasped loudly. His cock jerked in a violent spasm, then began to erupt.
"Oh, it's cummin'! " He closed his eyes. "Aaaggghhh! Aw.fuck! SUCK ME! AGH!" He gasped with excitement and pumped his hips desperately. His huge hard-on plunged in and out of his wife's mouth. His cum-spewing prick was forced down into the innermost depths of her cock-hungry throat.
"Uuuummmmmnnnn! Mmmmmmnnnnn!" Wilma mouthed her husband's erection eagerly. She shoved two more fingers up inside her cunt. Her pussy exploded. Waves of beautiful sensations flooded out in all directions from their point of origin down between her legs. Her whole body shook as her cunt throbbed hotly around her fucking fingers.
Grunting and panting, Donald slammed his crotch down against his wife's cock-filled face. He worked his hard-on in and out as it spewed forth its big load of man-cum, shooting ropes of pearly jism across her tongue, coating the hot, hungry membranes of her sucking mouth.
Outside the door, Michael amd Petie rubbed up a storm down between their legs. Their quivering hard-ons were throbbing violently. Petie's huge cock quivered in orgasm. The slit-like mouth at its end opened and closed as he panted and grunted, his whole body trembling in his pajamas.
Michael, his jerking six-inch stem red and swollen in his fingers, gasped. He stared down and watched as his pee-hole opened and a big spurt of whitish milk came shooting out, splattering down onto the floor at his feet. "Ahhh! Oh! Aaaggghhhh!" His whole body trembling, Michael pumped his hand faster, pulling up another, then another big spurt of juicy semen. The floor at his feet became covered with sticky splotches. Globs of hot cum were splattered all over the floor in front of the door.
Cooing with delight, both brothers flailed their fingers over their peters until the sensations of their orgasms subsided.
"Ohhh, fuck! That's the best blow job you've ever given me," Donald said. He moaned as Wilma, her lips still pushed down over his peter, mouthed it gently, no longer sucking, but just enjoying having his cock in her mouth. She pulled her lips right up the length of his cock, then released it. Still holding it at its base with her fingers, she licked it clean.
"Ahhh, Jeez!" Donald stared down, his eyes wide with amazement. He just couldn't get over how much Wilma liked sucking cock. The only thing about it that bothered him, was that maybe she liked it too much. He wondered if he could give her as much hot peter as she needed. If he had known the truth that she had received constant doses of prick in the whorehouse where she had worked he would have indeed been worried, that is, if he didn't kill her for keeping her former profession secret from him, telling him that she had just been a secretary.
"Donald," Wilma said, looking up at him. "Why don't you skip work tonight?"
"You know better than that, honey," he said, patting her on the head as she struggled to force his still-throbbing organ back into his fly. "I've just been gone two weeks. I can't call in sick or somethin' the first day."
"I need your cock, Donald," Wilma said, working her fingers in her cunt.
Donald stared down grinning. "You're gonna get it, honey. Tomorrow when I get home, I'm gonna be so hungry for your pussy there ain't gonna be no stoppin' me. You ain't gonna need those fingers tomorrow, that's for sure."
Wilma grinned. "The little fucker just doesn't want to go back in, Donald." She was having trouble shoving Donald's huge hard-on back into his fly.
"You better let me do that, Babe. He's too much for one woman." Donald reached down and finished stuffing in his cock and zipped up his pants. "Shit, I'm gonna be late. I've gotta get out of here."
Wilma stared at her new husband miserably as she watched him button up the front of his security guard uniform and prepare to go to work.
"The honeymoon's over, Honey," Donald said, trying to get her to smile. "Back to the old grind." He picked up the lunch she had prepared for him, still smiling.
Wilma forced herself to smile back at him, but to her it was no amusing manner. Just married to Donald only two short weeks ago, she was already becoming a bedroom widow. Donald's job as night watchman at the nearby shopping mall meant she would be sleeping alone.
As she drove her fingers clear down inside her cunt, she raised her head to peck him a good-bye kiss when he bent over, then watched him head out the door. Wilma caught her self having second thoughts about the wiseness of her decision to marry Donald.
She would have little or no more companionship than before, and certainly her sex life would be seriously reduced, considering her former profession which she had somehow managed to keep secret from her husband. She was even burdened now with two boys in their twenties. Between
Donald and them, she would be forced to slave in the kitchen and laundry room all day long.
In fact, the only true advantage Wilma was getting out of the marriage was that she no longer had to work. That, to her, was no advantage. She had truly enjoyed her former job. Being a hooker had been fun.
A few feet away from her, hidden from her view by the closed kitchen door, his sons, their cocks now inside their pajamas, stared down at the splotches of hot male cum on the floor.
Petie eyeballed their cum with excitement and curiosity as he marveled at the phenomenon of orgasm. The act of shooting out his cum never failed to fascinate him.
They both stared down, wondering how they could wipe up the evidence of their self-abuse before it was discovered by their stepmother.
"Get me some Kleenex, quick, Petie," Michael said, shuffling his feet nervously.
"It's in the kitchen," Petie said. "I'll go get it."
"Hurry!"
Petie thrust open the kitchen door and slid inside, quickly shutting it so Wilma couldn't see his brother outside, standing over their spilled semen.
"Awww, gee!" Petie's eyes grew wide at the sight confronting him on the other side of the door.
Wilma was squatting down on the floor, her houserobe pulled up around her waist, and her legs spread wide. Her cunt was in plain sight and Petie could see everything. She had her hand down between her legs and was pushing her fingers in and out of the hole in the midst of her dark shining hairs.
"P-Petie!" Wilma stared at Petie with shock.
Petie's face was a bright red, and Wilma's face was quickly becoming that very same color.
"I want some Kleenex," Petie said quickly, his eyes riveting in on the exciting sight of her fingers crammed up inside her pussy-hole. Petie hurried on by, staring down between her legs all the while. He reached out, feeling for the Kleenex on the counter.
Wilma regained her senses somewhat and jerked her fingers out of her pussy and shoved down her robe. Petie turned his head away
"Listen, Petie, I-"
"I have to blow my nose," Petie said grabbing up a huge handful of Kleenex.
Wilma didn't know what to say to the boy, but she definitely wanted to say something.
"I'm gonna blow my nose. I aw, Jeez." Petie blushed.
Wilma, embarrassed though she was at having been caught in the act of masturbating by her simple-minded stepson, observed nevertheless by the way Petie was acting that he was up to something. He was nervous and making too big a deal out of blowing his nose for him to really be in the process of performing that simple little act.
"I gotta take the whole box of Kleenex," Petie said.
He started past her toward the door, but Wilma put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "What's wrong, Petie?"
"N-nothing's wrong."
"What do you really want that Kleenex for?"
"I uh want to blow my nose."
"Petie!" Wilma tapped her foot and stared at the simpleminded twenty-one year old. He blushed and stared down at his feet.
"Oh, no." Outside the kitchen door, twenty-two year old Michael moaned in despair. He knew Wilma suspected something. She wouldn't let Petie go until she knew what was up. Blushing with shame as he stared down at his splotches of cockfluids on the floor, Michael wanted to shrink up so small he could crawl under his bed and hide. He turned and ran from the scene of his crime to his and Petie's bedroom and sat on his bed, waiting and listening as the kitchen door swung open and Wilma stepped out.
Petie was trembling beside her as she stared down at the tell-tale splotches of shimmering male semen.
"Petie!" she said, looking straight into the young man's eyes.
Petie's eyes went wide as he realized she was blaming him alone for the cum-streaked floor. "N-no!" Petie said, his face growing red, his lower lip quivering.
"Shame on you, Petie," Wilma said.
"I I mean aw," Petie said. "Aw, gee!" Petie didn't want to tell on his brother, but he definitely didn't want to take the blame for the mess they both made in front of the kitchen door.
"You were playing with yourself, weren't you, Petie?"
Petie's penis was stiffening up in his pajamas. He always died with dismay when he had no control at all over his big wiener. His cock would get hard at a moment's notice and quiver up to embarrass him.
"Give me the Kleenex," Wilma ordered, holding out her hand.
Petie handed it to her, his fingers trembling.
"I don't mind the mess you made, Petie," Wilma said, not wanting to make Petie feel guilty for masturbating. She knew that that act was natural among all males. "I just don't like to have you lie about it."
Petie was desperate. He didn't want to be blamed for something he didn't do alone and have Wilma angry with him before he even had a chance to get to know her.
Bending down, Wilma proceeded to wipe up the sticky splotches of semen. Her legs spread apart as she did so. Her houserobe was riding up, and Petie could see straight down between her legs. He could see her cunny plainly. His aching peter jerked up even harder in his pajamas sticking up making an obvious bulge.
"I-I didn't do it by myself. Michael did it, too."
"Petie, shame on you," Wilma said, looking up into his eyes. She caught sight of his prick jerking around uncontrollably in his pajamas.
Petie was stammering with embarrassment. "Really," he said, "We both did it." Tears were in his eyes. His whole body was shaking.
Wilma finished wiping up the big splotches of semen. She was truly surprised that he could shoot out so much semen and especially surprised that afterward his prick was still capable of becoming aroused. What really surprised her was the huge quantity of semen he had spilled. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe it had been both Petie and his brother who had been jerking off outside the kitchen. Wilma stiffened and her houserobe rode completely up above her cunny, exposing it completely to Petie's excited eyes.
She suddenly realized that whoever had spilled his semen had been listening to what she had been doing to Donald in the kitchen. It became very important that she find out for certain which one it had been, or, if it had been both of them. There was only one way Wilma knew to find out, and she had to act quick before the evidence disappeared. She had to examine both boys between their legs to see if there was any semen on the ends of their pricks. If there was cum still oozing out the end of one of their peters, that was the one who had been listening. How to go about getting between the legs of each of the two to examine their cocks that was going to be the problem.
"Petie, I know you're the one who did it," Wilma said. "I can tell by that!" She nodded toward his midsection where his cock was throbbing visibly inside his pajamas. To her amazement there was actually a wet spot right where his dickhead was jerking.
"Nooo! Oh, shit!"
"I can tell, Petie. All I have to do is look at it."
Petie was shaking harder, and his peter was leaping in such big spasms that it threatened to pop right out the front of his pajamas.
CHAPTER TWO
"All I have to do it look at it," Wilma said. "I'll be able to tell if you've been playing with it or not."
"Ohhh!" The wet spot grew bigger in the front of the Petie's pajamas.
Wilma finished wiping up the semen on the floor. She stuck the cum-sopped Kleenex into the pocket of her houserobe. "I think you better let me take a look, Petie," she said.
"N-no!"
"I think you were playing with it," Wilma told him. "I think you're the one who did this, Petie, and I don't like hearing you blame it on Michael. All I have to do is look, and I can tell if you've been playing with yourself or not."
"Uh I " Petie searched desperately for words as he saw her fingers moving up toward the front of his pajamas.
Her fingers trembling, Wilma began unfastening his top button. Petie moaned in despair. Wilma opened the second button, and his pajama fly began falling open. One more button and his penis would be entirely exposed.
Her fingers moved down to that vital button.
"Ohhh! Oh, no!" Petie moaned as the button was slowly unfastened.
Taking her hands away, Wilma watched as Petie's pajama bottoms tumbled down around his ankles exposing his naked, trembling legs and his genitals between them. His big round balls were well covered with hair. They pulsed beneath his hard, red, six-inch cock. His peter was sticking up at a stiff angle, hard and red and swollen. The head of it was covered with the sticky emissions which were oozing out his piss slit.
Petie stared down. His face was red with embarrassment. To his dismay, the muscles in his cock were jerking in uncontrollable spasms, causing his prick to leap around before his stepmother's unbelieving eyes.
"You really were having a fine time with it, weren't you, Petie?" she asked.
"Oh, Christ." The piss slit in the end of Petie's dick opened and closed as it throbbed hard as an iron before her excited eyes.
"Tell the truth, Petie," she insisted. "It was just you, wasn't it?"
"No. I I was playin' with it, yes. I told you that, didn't I? But it wasn't just me, honest. Michael was doin' it, too."
Wilma stared into her stepson's big eyes, then allowed her gaze to drop slowly back to where his huge erection was quivering hard and red between his slender male legs. She couldn't help but be fascinated at the sight of his big hard-on. It was magnificent even better than Donald's. For such a slender guy, Petie was very well equipped. She watched the veins in the side of his prick pulse as blood surged through them. She watched little dribbles of pre-cum ooze out onto the tip of his cockhead.
Petie was really blushing now.
Wilma was also blushing. She wasn't accustomed to becoming embarrassed, but she blushed now as she stared at Petie's rock hard cock and big throbbing testicles. She blushed because she was actually tempted to reach out and touch Petie's huge prick. She was actually tempted to make sexual advances on her own stepson.
"All right, Petie, I believe you. I believe you didn't do it alone. I believe you when you say Michael was doing it with you."
"Can I, uh, pull up my damned pajama bottoms now?" Petie asked, a deep embarrassed red.
Wilma couldn't pull her eyes away from Petie's jerking erection. "Not yet," she said. She reached out and stopped him from bending over to pull up his pajamas. "First I want to know if you were listening to your father and me in the kitchen."
Petie's blush grew even deeper and Wilma gave a little moan of despair, realizing that Petie had indeed been listening. "Is that why you were playing with yourself?" she asked.
Petie nodded, avoiding her eyes.
"And Michael?"
Petie nodded again.
"You were both listening?"
"Yes. I know we shouldn't have been. Aw, gee."
"Tell me what you heard," Wilma said. "We we heard you, you know doin' it to him."
Wilma closed her eyes as though that could block out that horrible fact from existence. "All right, Petie," she said, "you can pull up your pajamas." She didn't ask for any more details. It was obvious that both brothers had heard everything. The less said about it now, the better.
Petie bent over and jerked up his pajama bottoms to hide his burgeoning cock. "Michael's gonna kill me," he said.
Wilma rose slowly. "Why, Petie."
"Because I told on him."
"Don't worry, Petie. I'm not going to say anything to Michael."
"You're not gonna bawl him out, promise? I should never have told on him, but I just couldn't take all the blame alone."
"No, Petie, and I don't want you to say anything to him either. We don't want to embarrass him. The less said about it now, the better."
Petie nodded. "I guess," he said.
"All right, Petie, you go ahead now. I'm going to wash the dishes."
Petie took off through the house toward his and Michael's bedroom, all too happy to have the embarrassing conversation with his stepmother at an end.
"You turd!" Michael said as he walked in through the bedroom door.
Petie's face went scarlet.
"I heard you tell her."
"Michael, I had to tell her. I didn't want her think it was just me."
"You're just a fuckin' turd."
"Come on. Cut it out."
"You're a turd!"
"Michael! Stop callin' me that!" He ran toward his brother, but Michael pushed him back roughly. "Michael!"
Suddenly Wilma was standing in the doorway. "What's going on here?"
"He knows I told you," Petie said.
Michael, blushing deeply, avoided Wilma's eyes, embarrassed because she knew he had masturbated.
"No both of you, behave yourselves. Just because Donald's gone-"
"He's a turd, too," Michael said.
It was all Wilma could do to keep from laughing. "Michael, you heard me. Both of you. Stop it. I'm counting on you two, now." Wilma turned and headed out the door. She had scarcely disappeared from view when the scuffling began again, accompanied by loud shouts from both brothers.
She returned and stood facing the two brothers, tapping her foot disapprovingly. "All right, now I want both of you to behave. One more time..." She let her voice trail off suggestively. She glared at them a long moment, then headed back out the door.
She had scarcely begun to wash dishes when the shouting started again, this time even louder, and accompanied by an exceptionally loud cry from Petie.
Wilma hurried back to the boys' bedroom, bristling with anger. The two were on the bed, wrestling.
"He tore my pajamas!" Petie cried out. His eyes were half filled with tears. "Look what he did!"
The brothers separated as she moved forward with grim determination written all over her face. Petie was holding together his pajama bottoms. While wrestling, Michael had pulled at them, and all the buttons had popped off onto the bed.
"All right," Wilma said, her eyes flashing. "There's only one way to settle this. Petie, you're sleepin' with me tonight." She said it innocently enough. She thought of Petie as an innocent thirteen-year-old not as the man he really was. "You heard me! And, Michael, I'm ashamed of you. You're old enough to know better."
Michael remained silent, He glared at her, as though angry that she had found out what he had done outside the kitchen door.
Wilma grabbed Petie by the hand and pulled him from the bedroom. She made him sit on a chair while she continued with the dishes. There were tears in his eyes. As Wilma washed the dishes one by one and set them in the rack to drain, she wondered if she had been too rough on the boy. After all, he was so innocent and he couldn't really help it all and here she was, glaring, screaming, and shouting.
She searched for some means to break the ice with Petie. "Petie, you want to help me by drying the dishes?" she asked.
Petie got up eagerly, anxious to make everything all right again. His pajama bottoms tumbled around his ankles. He stared down embarrassed as his peter and balls were once again exposed to his stepmother's eyes. He looked up at Wilma. A smile curled up at the edges of Wilma's lips, and then she laughed. Petie couldn't help but join in her laughter.
Reaching down, he pulled his pajama bottoms back up. He held them in place with one hand while he took a dish towel in the other. It was obvious he wasn't going to be able to dry dishes and hold his pajamas up at the same time.
Still laughing, the two of them surveyed the situation.
"Take them off, Petie," Wilma said at last. "I'll sew the buttons back on when we're finished."
Giggling impishly, Petie let his pajama bottoms fall back down around his ankles and stepped out of them. He picked them up and put them on a chair. Moving around the kitchen in nothing but his pajama tops, the lower portion of his body completely naked, he proceeded to dry the dishes. His exposed cock and balls flopped around in plain view. His cock was still a little red from the vigorous rubbing he had been giving it a few minutes earlier. The very tip of it was covered with sticky juice.
Wilma spent more time glancing down between the boy's legs than she did concentrating on the dishes. She nearly broke two plates.
"It feels funny, runnin' around without anything on," Petie said. It was obvious that he was excited at running around, exposing himself before his stepmother's eyes.
For a brief second, Wilma had a pang of guilt about what Donald would think if he knew he was allowing his youngest son to expose himself before her eyes. She brushed the feeling aside. The boy just wasn't quite all there. How could Donald possibly be jealous? Yet he would have had reason to be jealous, for Wilma was eyeing the boy's peter constantly. For some reason it fascinated her, and she couldn't keep her eyes off it.
Petie knew she was looking at him, but pretended not to notice. Humming cheerfully as he dried the dishes, he moved all around her, striking different poses so she could see him clearly. He was actually teasing her getting a thrill out of exposing himself.
Wilma knew he was going through that stage that many men went through after onset of puberty, the stage in which they became cocky exhibitionists and showed off their pricks. Petie reminded her exactly of Chuck, the boy next door, of Wilma's childhood.
Chuck had always blushed with embarrassment when Wilma had dropped his pants out behind the garage. Yet he became an unsurpassed exhibitionist in his bedroom at night. Knowing that Wilma's bedroom was exactly opposite his own, and knowing she was watching, he was always prancing around stark naked, just as Petie was doing right this moment in the kitchen.
Chuck had carried the matter to extremes, however. He had allowed his penis to get hard, manipulated it with his fingers standing right in front of the window, and all of this with the inside of his bedroom lit up so that peering across it was like looking at a television set. Almost every night he stretched out naked atop his bed and masturbated to orgasm, knowing full well she was watching from across the way.
Wilma wondered if Petie was capable of going to such extremes. She thought back to how Chuck had blushed when she had brought the subject up when she dragged him off behind the garage to pull down his pants and play with his peter. He always seemed pleased to know that she had been watching, but never made a comment. Nevertheless the very same night he'd be naked up there in his bedroom doing it again.
Wilma trembled and her heart raced a little faster when she saw Petie's huge dick stiffening up slightly between his legs. It stayed that way, sticking out half hard, as Petie pranced around picking up the wet dishes, drying them off and setting them on the table.
Wilma nearly broke two plates, she was so preoccupied with watching the boy's half-stiff twenty-two-year-old peter.
"I'm glad I get to sleep with you tonight," Petie said. "Daddy lets me sleep with him sometimes, too. Michael used to sleep with him, but he doesn't like to anymore. He says he's too old."
Wilma could well imagine why Michael no longer liked to sleep with his father. Michael probably laid in bed all night playing with his peter, something he didn't exactly want his father to know.
"Maybe I can sleep with ya every night when Dad's workin', " Petie said.
Wilma smiled, watching the boy's cock and balls shake as he moved over to put a glass on the table. "We'll see, Petie," she said. "I'm not sure we want to make a habit of this, but for one night I don't see what it can hurt."
"I feel funny, runnin' around without my pajama bottoms," Petie said. "What would Michael say if he could see me?"
"What would he say?" Wilma asked, handing Petie another wet plate.
"I bet he'd fall right through the floor," Petie said.
"Well, we'll get those buttons sewed back on your pajamas and we won't have that problem, will we?"
"I guess." Petie almost seemed disappointed that she was going to sew the buttons back on his pajamas so quickly.
"We'll have to find the buttons first," Wilma said, "and some thread and a needle. Do you know where your father keeps them?"
"We can look for it. I'll help ya. We'll have to go back in Michael's bedroom to look for my buttons, won't we?"
"Yes," she answered, thinking that it would give her a chance to make up with Michael. Somehow or another she had to make it clear that she didn't think any less of him just because she knew he had masturbated. She could imagine how the poor boy felt. Twenty-two years old, and caught masturbating!
"Are you going to do it tonight, or tomorrow?'.
"Tonight, Petie."
"You don't have to. I can sleep like this."
"We'll do it tonight, Petie. Come on, now, let's go look for those buttons."
Michael lay naked on his bed, his pajamas tossed in a pile on the floor. His legs spread wide, he was looking up into the big mirror over his dresser which he had tilted at an angle so that he could watch himself on the bed. His hand was down between his legs, manipulating his pulsing peter, tugging his skin up and down. On the bed beside him was a magazine he had stolen from his father's bedroom a magazine which showed men and women naked, doing everything imaginable. He was looking at a picture of a woman who was sucking off two men at once. It was his favorite. The corners of the page were dog-eared, he had been looking at it so often in the past.
"Ooohhh! Aaahhhh! Uuuunnnngghhhh!"
Gasping, he flailed his hand up and down, beating his meat furiously. Though twenty-two, it was still his favorite sport.
"We'd better knock first, Petie," Wilma said.
"It's my bedroom, too. I don't have to knock," he told her. He flung the door open and walked into his bedroom.
Wilma hesitated as she heard Petie cry out with shock. "Aw, Michael! He's playin' with himself again," Petie called back to Wilma.
"Durn you, Petie! Close that door! Get out of here!"
"It's my bedroom, too!" Petie said, as though he were still an adolescent.
"Don't let her in! Shut it, Petie!"
Wilma stood trembling in the hallway, staring past Petie at the mirror above the dresser. She could see Michael's head, chest, and belly reflected in it. It was obvious that he had removed his pajamas. Her heart pound. It was all she could do to resist the temptation to move through the door and get an eyeful of Michael, naked, playing with his peter on the bed.
"I want my pajama buttons," Petie said.
"Shut the door! Petie, where are your pants?"
"Mom's got 'em. She's gonna sew my buttons on for me."
"You shouldn't be running' around lettin' her see you like that!"
"Michael? Petie? I'm coming in," Wilma said.
"Aw, Jeez!" Jumping up, Michael scooped up his pajamas from the floor in a rush and clamped them down over his burgeoning cock to hide it from view.
Wilma pushed the door open wide and entered the room. "What's going on here?" she asked.
"This is my bedroom. You don't have any right-"
"Michael," Wilma said, cutting him off, "we just want the buttons from Petie's pajamas." She stared at the young man, her eyes wide with excitement. Completely naked, only his wadded-up pajamas were hiding his genitals from her eyes.
Petie dropped down to his knees and started looking on the floor for his missing buttons.
CHAPTER THREE
Wilma joined Petie in the search for his missing buttons, bending over and staring down around the floor, but the temptation was irresistible. Her eyes lifted up, sweeping along Michael's sleek limbs up to where his pajamas were hiding his cock and balls, then on up his naked belly to his chest and his handsome face.
"Stop lookin' at me!" Michael said. "Just find those buttons and get out and leave me alone."
"Yeah, so you can start playin' with yourself again," Petie said.
"Petie!" Wilma said. Reaching out, she placed a reassuring hand on Michael's naked knee. "I don't want you to be embarrassed, Michael."
"Oh sure! Just burst in on a guy and catch him doin' somethin', and then he's not supposed to be embarrassed?"
"You shouldn't have been playing with yourself!" Petie snapped.
"No, Petie," Wilma said. What she was about to say was really aimed at Michael, not Petie, but she couldn't talk directly to Michael without embarrassing him even further. "What Michael was doing was not wrong."
"Playin' with himself?"
"You heard me, Petie. All men do it."
"Awww, cut it out! Come on! Get out and leave me alone!" Michael was red with embarrassment.
"That's all he does anymore is play with himself," Petie said.
"Petie!" Michael glared at his brother.
"Well, it's true. You're always doin' it."
"You don't have to tell everyone!"
"She's our mom!" Petie said.
"Michael's right," Wilma said to Petie. "You don't have to come and tell me every time he does it."
"Awww, Jeez, I don't believe this," Michael moaned.
"Daddy told him he does it too much," Petie said. "He says he needs a girl."
"Petie, come on!"
"Well, it's true," Petie said. "He caught you doin' it a couple of times, and he found cum all over your sheets and in your underwear."
"Aw, no come on! Please!" Michael was begging for Petie to stop.
"Come on, Petie," Wilma said.
"But my buttons!"
"We'll look for them tomorrow. Michael's right. We have no right to come in here like this."
"You should have seen him," Petie said, as he walked beside Wilma down the hallway toward her bedroom door. "He was really playin' with it. It was big and hard."
Glancing down, Wilma saw that Petie's own cock was stiffening up just at the thought of his big brother's erection.
"All right, Petie, into bed with you," Wilma said, "and I want you to forget about what you saw in Michael's bedroom."
Petie hopped in bed and slid under the covers. He propped his head up and grinned as he watched Wilma proceed to undress.
Wilma, who had spent her adult life undressing in front of men, began stripping her clothes off in front of young Petie without giving it a second thought. She didn't realize what an effect this would have on the young man.
Petie stared wide-eyed as she took off her houserobe and stood before him stark naked, her big tits and hair-covered cunnymound completely exposed.
Under the covers, Petie's dick was stiffening up completely. He watched her huge breasts flop up and down as she moved over to her dresser and pulled a transparent nightie out of a drawer. She pulled it over her head. He stared straight down at her cunny while she couldn't see him, and his big dick throbbed hard against the covers.
Even had Wilma been thinking, she would have been able to find nothing more modest in her collection of nightclothes. All she possessed were see-through nightgowns.
As she moved toward the bed, she caught sight of the expression on Petie's face. She suddenly realized the effect this was having on the boy. Quickly she pulled up the covers and slipped down inside to hide her all-but-naked body from view.
"Y-you're pretty," Petie said, smiling like a thirteen year old.
"Thank you, Petie."
"I bet Michael's jealous."
Wilma threw the boy a questioning glance.
"You know, 'cause I'm sleepin' with you. Did you see the look on his face when you told him I was goin' to?"
"Petie, you're just sleeping with me for one reason it's the only way I can keep you two boys from fighting."
"Yeah, but I still bet Michael's jealous. I know he is. I can tell."
Wilma reached over and flicked off the light on her bedside table, drowning the room in darkness. She snuggled down into the bed beneath the covers and heaved a heavy sigh. She was glad that this unbelievable evening with the two boys was over at last.
"Good night, Petie," she said.
"Good night, Mom."
Somehow, even with a hot-blooded young man half naked beneath the covers with her, Wilma fell asleep.
"Ooohhh!" she woke up, surprised to find a hot hand caressing her naked body beneath the covers. "Petie!" she said, then opened her eyes to stare up into the face of her husband. "Oh, Honey."
Donald grinned down at Wilma and Petie on the bed. "What is this?" he asked. "I'm gone one night and already I catch my wife sleeping with another man." He caressed her tits gently under the covers where Petie could not see him.
"D-Donald!" Wilma giggled like a naughty schoolgirl as Donald's hand roamed all over her tits.
"Guess what. Dad? I sleeped with Mom all night," Petie said.
"I hope you were a good little boy," Donald said, winking at Wilma. His hand was snaking down her belly, and Wilma tensed beneath the covers.
She uttered a little moan as his fingers moved right down to her twat and proceeded to run around in her pubic hairs. She moaned softly as his index finder pushed down inside her pussy crack.
Donald gave a little shiver, and Wilma could see the bulge in the front of his pants growing bigger as his cock responded to what he was doing to her beneath the covers. He straightened up, withdrawing his finger from her snatch and his hand from the covers. He quickly began to unbutton his shirt.
"Scoot over," he said, unfastening his pants and pushing them down.
Wilma and Petie scooted over in the bed with Wilma in the middle as Donald stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. He hooked his thumbs in the tops of his briefs and shoved down.
Wilma could not stifle a little moan of appreciation as his cock sprang up half hard above his round, sperm-filled nutsac. Donald reached down and scratched his balls deliberately in front of Wilma, seeing that she was excited by the sight of his genitals. He gave his cock a few flips so that it hardened up even more, then raised up the covers and crawled in with them.
"I'm naked, too, Daddy," Petie said.
"You're what?" Donald asked. "You look like you've got your pajamas on to me."
"I've just got my tops on," Petie said.
Wilma was blushing with embarrassment. "Petie and Michael had a little fight last night," she explained to her husband quickly. "Petie's pajama bottoms got torn."
"Yeah! Mom made me take them off," Petie said. "And then she told me I could sleep with her."
"I had to do something," Wilma said, her face a deep embarrassed red. "The way they were fighting, it was the only way I could break them up."
"Fuck, you don't have to explain anything to me," Donald told her. "The family that sleeps together stays together, I always say."
Wilma was sure he was kidding, of course, and yet, knowing Donald, he might very well mean exactly what he was saying. If Donald was anything, it certainly wasn't a prude.
Donald snuggled right up to Wilma under the covers, and she snuggled up tot him, as well. On the other side of her, Petie snuggled up too, placing Wilma in the middle of hot male flesh.
"Ohhh!" Wilma gave a little gasp of surprise. Donald's hand was already at work down beneath the covers. He had thrust it between her legs and was running his fingers around in her pubic hairs.
"Ahhh, baby," he said, "I missed ya." He'd just been gone eight hours, but Wilma knew her husband was already so horny he could hardly stand it. She wondered what the poor man had done for sex before he had met her. He had had a wife, of course, but she had died two years ago. Probably, Wilma decided, it was a result of being fucked to death, knowing Donald. He had undoubtedly found sexual release by visiting every whorehouse in the city since her death. By some miracle, he had never come upon her in one of those establishments, or, if he had, neither one of them remembered it. But then, Wilma had passed little time in those houses of ill-repute themselves. She had been mainly free-lance, picking up trade on the street corners. Anyway, however he had found an outlet for his sexual drive, it didn't matter to Wilma. She was just as broad-minded as her husband. The fact that she had spent all her adult life working as a hooker was proof of that fact.
Wilma's naked legs trembled beneath the bed as her husband's finger worked its way down inside her cunt. He was fingering her pussy expertly, rubbing her little clit button and running his finger up and down the entire length of her moist, feminine slit.
Wilma cast him a warning glance, nodding in the direction of his son, but Donald seemed to pay no attention to her. Instead of stopping what he was doing, he actually began to work his index finger right up inside her pussy.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" Wilma was having difficulty controlling her reaction to what was happening down between her legs. Donald was really beginning to masturbate her now, and it felt unbelievably good.
Reaching out with his other hand, Donald grasped Wilma's wrist and pulled it down beneath the covers. She moaned as she felt him wrapping her fingers around his giant throbbing cock. What could she say? She didn't exactly approve of messing around like this with the boy in the bed there right beside them, but he was, after all, Donald's son. She could only follow her new husband's lead as regarded the upbringing of his children.
When he released her hand, she kept her fingers around his penis and began a slow pumping motion, drawing his foreskin up and down beneath the covers. She could feel him trembling in reaction to her masturbating hand. He intensified the wriggling of his finger up inside her cunt, making her legs shake with excitement.
Petie stared down wide-eyed at the moving covers. "What are ya doin'? " he asked.
"Nothing, Petie," Wilma said. "Listen, honey, why don't you go wake up Michael? You two brush your teeth and get ready, I'll have breakfast ready by the time you're done."
With any luck, Wilma thought, she would have breakfast ready. She had a feeling that Donald wasn't going to let her out of this bed until he'd shot a load of semen clear up inside her snatch.
Petie threw back the covers and Wilma grasped them desperately to keep him from uncovering them and seeing what she and his father were doing to one another down beneath them.
Jumping up and prancing around the bed, Petie's big penis flopped around above his firm peach-sized balls. His big prick was, to Wilma's surprise, half stiff. She noticed with awe it compared quite favorably to the prick of his father.
The boy continued to stare down at the moving covers, an excited grin on his face as though he knew what Wilma and Donald were doing down there. His big peter grew even more stiff.
His father just stared down at his growing erection and grinned. "It looks to me, Son, like you'd better go get some pants on."
Petie just grinned. "I'm getting' a big one, aren't I, Daddy, just like you."
Wilma almost choked. Petie was reaching down and touching his peter fondly, making it quiver in half erection. He tugged the skin down off his peterhead. Wilma's eyes bagged at the sight. She could scarcely believe that Donald was allowing his son to so openly show her his cock. If the boy continued to finger his penis much longer, he would be displaying a full erection. Donald reached out and playfully slapped his half-naked son on the butt. "You heard what your Mom told you," he said. "Go wake up Michael."
Petie giggled nervously as he continued to manipulate his cock, and he moved reluctantly toward the door as though proud to display it to his father and stepmother.
"And close the door!" Donald called after him.
"Yeah," Petie said. He obviously wanted to stay, but he closed the door and was gone from sight.
The minute the door was closed, Donald threw back the covers to reveal their naked bodies completely. His index finger was buried clear up inside Wilma's cunt. He was wriggling it around, making her moan and thrash her legs with delight.
Wilma ground her bare butt around on the bed, and she worked her hand furiously on her husband's big cock, pulling the skin up and down as fast as she could. The sound of his thick foreskin sliding on and off his dickhead made a steady popping noise. The faster she pumped her husband's big dick, the louder the popping noise became.
"Ohhh!" Donald moaned with delight as the piss-slit opened in the end of his peter and a pearl of sticky pre-seminal fluids oozed out into view.
Wilma drew her fingers slowly up the length of his prick right to the head of his cock to where the pre-cum juice was shimmering. She worked her fingers right into it, then began smearing it downward to lubricate his thick, throbbing shaft.
"Ahhh, Jesus! Baby! Ooohhhh!"
"Uuuuummmmm! Oooohhh!" Wilma moaned in unison with her husband. Never had any male turned her on as much as Donald.
He had his index finger burrowed clear down inside her pussy, and was working it around and in and out like a miniature cock. At the same time, his thumb had located her clitoris, and he was rubbing the little love button gingerly, causing sensations of the utmost pleasure to thunder through her twat.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Wilma sobbed with pleasure. She thrust her midsection up so that her pussy slid up to the knuckle of her husband's index finger, then she plummeted back down to the bed, her pussy sliding off until only the very tip of his finger was still inside her. She worked up and down on the bed, and at the same time Donald twisted his finger around, making her squeal with delight.
"Oh, baby! Let me eat that beautiful cunt of yours!" Donald said. He scrambled to his knees on the bed, and climbed atop Wilma as she lay with only her thin negligee up around her tits. He climbed atop her until the end of his big hard-on was brushing against her forehead, then down along her nose, leaving a sticky smear of pre-cum juice atop her face, at the same moment, his mouth reached her hot, aching pussy. The end of his cock pulled down to rest right against her lips.
Wilma moaned as she felt her husband's fingers grasping the sides of her twat and spreading it open. She could feel his hot breath wafting down upon her sensitive cunt. She shivered in anticipation of what he was going to do to her down there with his mouth and tongue.
At the same time she could feel the head of his peter pulsing against her lips. The salty taste of his cock juice began creeping into her mouth. Wilma darted out her tongue, lapping at her husband's big throbbing cockhead, and he moaned with delight.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Suck me, honey, suck me! Oooohhh, fuck!" He drove his face down against her cunt, and his tongue lapped out at the sensitive inside of her twat as he held it open with his fingers. He began licking eagerly, drawing his tongue up the length of her quivering slit. When his tongue reached her clitoris, he held it there.
"Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh!" Wilma moaned with delight as she felt the tip of Donald's tongue darting back and forth against her sensitive little love button, creating the most beautiful sensations imaginable down there between her quivering legs.
"Oh, baby! Ohhh!" Donald moaned as Wilma's tongue worked its way down the underneath side of his peter clear to his balls. She took his left testicle into her mouth and tongued it thoroughly, then let it drop out and took in his right testicle. She was giving his hot nuts a tonguing that was making her husband moan uncontrollably as he worked his own tongue down inside her pussy crack.
"Ohhh! Uuuunnnggghhhh!" Wilma was gasping with excitement. She brought her tongue back down the underside of his cock, darting it out, licking and lapping out at every square inch of hot peter flesh she could reach. She was giving Donald's prick a warm bath in her saliva. The pressure of her tongue running up and down and all around was making her husband's prick jerk in violent spasms. It was harder and redder than ever. The slit in the end of his prick opened and closed again and again, forcing out little rivulets of dripping cock juice. As his sticky peter fluids oozed into view, Wilma lapped them up eagerly and continued to lick at her husband's dick to excite it into oozing forth still more of his delicious love juice.
Donald's whole body was trembling, and Wilma knew how good what she was doing to him must feel. She opened her mouth and allowed the end of her husband's quivering peter to stick down between her lips. Her tongue continued to lap out at the end of his oozing cock. She clamped her lips down and pushed them slowly but surely right up the length of his shaft until her chin was pressing against his belly.
"Oooohhhh!" Donald moaned with delight, and he licked even harder at her pulsing pussy. His tongue was all over the inside of her hot snatch, flicking at her clit, then running up and down the length of her slit.
He pulled even harder with his fingers, spreading her cunt hole open, and he worked his hot tongue down inside it.
"Ooohhhh! Uuuummmmpppphhh! Uuuunnnnnggghhhhh!" Wilma's legs were shaking around her husband's cunt-gobbling face. Holding her lips firmly around the very base of her husband's cock, she began sucking as hard as she could. She created a powerful vacuum that tugged at every inch of his hot, pulsing erection.
His cock jerked in spasms, the head of it rubbing against the roof of her throat. All the while she sucked on him, Wilma's tongue worked up and down the length of his stem. She was pushing and pulling at the loose outer skin of his peter and bathing it in her hot saliva. His erection quivered with excitement inside her mouth.
The more she licked it, the more Donald groaned with pleasure, and the harder his tongue worked away down between her widespread legs.
CHAPTER FOUR
Donald had his tongue worked clear up inside her pussy hole and he was wriggling it around. The sensations were building up inside Wilma's cunt. Donald was working her up to the point of orgasm. The harder he licked, the harder it became for her to hold back.
Wilma knew he, too, was being rapidly worked up to the point of shooting out his sticky semen, because his cock was throbbing harder than ever inside her mouth and the pre-seminal juices were oozing out the slit in the end of it as though it were a leaky faucet.
The strong suction of her mouth was literally milking up his precious cockfluids from the base of his prick to its tip. She sucked even harder, and she worked her tongue faster up and down the underneath side of her husband's hard-on. She pushed his cockskin with her tongue and slicked up his prick, making it wet and squishy inside her mouth.
His legs were tensing up around her face. "UnghlUngh! Ungh!" Donald panted and grunted as her mouth sucked at his penis. He drove his tongue down inside Wilma's cunt as far as he possibly could and wriggled it hard.
"Oooohhhhhhh!" Wilma moaned loudly around her mouthful of hot peter. She raised her butt up off the bed, thrusting her cunt hard against her husband's face. Her clitoris exploded. She squealed with delight and tongued her husband's peter as hard as she could while sucking at it like a cum-hungry cannibal.
"Oooohhh! Aaaggghhhh!" Donald gasped desperately as he tongued out her pussy-hole. His whole body gave a violent shudder. His legs trembled in spasms around Wilma's head. His peter stiffened up, gave a violent jerk, then erupted inside her mouth and throat. It shot up huge rivulets of steamy male cum.
Wilma lapped out her tongue at the creamy jism shooting from the end of his prick. She swallowed it down eagerly, and she sucked and worked her lips to draw up more. Her butt fell back down onto the body and her whole body writhed in uncontrollable excitement beneath her husband's rapidly working tongue.
"Ohhh! Uuuummmppphhhh! Uuuunnnggghhh!" Donald gasped desperately as she tongued and sucked at his spewing peter. His semen shot out in spurt .after spurt to fill her mouth and throat.
"Ooohhh!" Giving one last gasp, Wilma collapsed limply on the bed, her mouth falling away from her husband's penis. A little dribble of semen oozed down onto her cheek as her husband rolled over beside her on the bed, exhausted.
"Ahhh, baby," he said. "Ooohhhh!"
Wilma licked her lips to get up every last drop of her husband's cock syrup and grinned at him.
"You kinda like that white stuff, huh?" Donald asked, grinning back at her.
"Oh, yes," Wilma said. "I love it." "Me, too," he said, licking his lips, savoring the taste of hot pussy still upon them.
The bedroom door burst open and Petie came prancing in, still in just his pajama tops. His big penis was every bit as hard as it had been when he had left the room.
Wilma gasped with shock as she and Donald were caught stark naked on the bed. Her tits and pussy were completely revealed, and Donald's penis was still hard and erect between his legs, glistening with Wilma's saliva.
Petie's eyes went wide at the sight. "Aw, gee," he said, staring straight down at his father's saliva-streaked hard-on. "Was she suckin' ya again, Dad?"
Wilma gasped and nearly choked.
Donald stared at his son with his eyebrows raised, the corners of his lips turning up in a slight smile.
Petie blushed as he suddenly realized he had given himself away.
"What do you mean, Son?" Donald asked.
Wilma's face was a deep embarrassed red. "Last night in the kitchen," she said, "before you went to work?"
Donald gave a nod.
"There were Big Ears listening to everything we were doing," Wilma told her husband.
Petie's blush grew even deeper. The edges of Donald's lips curled up even more, and it was all he could do to keep from breaking out laughing.
"He heard you giving me a blow-"
"Donald!" Wilma said quickly, breaking off his sentence.
"Michael and me both heard it!" Petie said. "That's when Michael shot out his white stuff all over the floor."
Donald was grinning openly now, no longer able to control his amusement. "When Michael What?" he asked Petie.
"He was playin' with it, and it came out, right in front of the kitchen door," Petie said. "When Mom found it, she thought it was mine."
"My goodness, the things that go on here when I'm away," Donald chuckled.
"How come she does it to ya, Dad," Petie asked.
Donald smiled. "You know how, when you touch your own peter, how it feels good?"
Petie nodded. "Oh, yeah, it really does."
"Well, when your mom sucks on my peter, it feels even better."
"Aw, gee! It must feel awful good," Petie said. His eyes were wide with curiosity as he stared at Wilma. "Will you suck on mine, too?" he asked.
"Petie!" Wilma said, scandalized.
Donald was laughing outwardly now. "Well, Wilma?" he said, grinning. "Do you want to suck on Petie's prick?"
"Donald!"
"If you want to, it's all right with me!"
Wilma's face was flushed with embarrassment.
"I'll bet Michael would like for you to suck his, too," Petie said.
Donald's laughter was filling the room. "I rather imagine he would," he chuckled.
"When she sucks on you like that, is that what you call fuckin'? " Petie asked.
Donald was laughing so hard that the tears were streaming down his cheeks. "No, Petie," he said, gasping to catch his breath. "See how your Mom looks down here?" he asked, reaching out and placing his hand on Wilma's cunt and spreading her pussy lips apart.
Wilma moaned with embarrassment.
"Aw, shit, show him. Honey," Donald said. "It won't hurt anything. See how she has this little hole here?" Donald asked, spreading her cunt so far apart that Petie could see the hole tapering downward.
. "Yeah."
"Well, Petie, if I stuck my peter in there and pushed it in and out, that would be fucking."
"Awww, gee, stick it in there?"
Wilma was holding her breath, afraid Petie would tell her husband how he had caught her masturbating the night before.
"See?" Donald poked his index finger inside Wilma's hole, wriggled it, then began moving it in and out.
Petie's eyes were wide as he watched his father finger Wilma's cunt.
"Oh! Ohhh, Donald!" Wilma's legs trembled around her husband's masturbating finger.
Donald pulled his finger out of Wilma's cunt and licked it.
"Can I see?" Petie asked.
His father shrugged. "Sure."
Reaching out to where his father was still holding Wilma's cunt spread open, Petie stuck in his finger.
"Ohhh! Ohhh, Donald! Petie!" Wilma moaned in protest as her stepson drove his finger clear up inside her pussy.
Petie wriggled it a few times, then began working it in and out. "Is that what you do with your peter, Daddy?" he asked, shoving his long index finger in and out of Wilma's cunt.
"That's the way you do it, Petie, and it feels real good for you and for her. See how much she-likes it?"
"Donald-d-d!" Wilma could scarcely believe her husband actually doing this to her.
"Take out your finger and lick it, Son."
Petie stared at his father. "Why?"
"Because pussy tastes good, that's why. Taste it and you'll see."
Petie pulled out his finger and stared down at it. He was obviously not too enthused about licking it after taking it from between Wilma's legs. Nevertheless, he brought his finger up to his lips and darted out his tongue, licking just the tip of his finger. He shrugged. "It tastes all right, I guess."
"It tastes a lot better than 'all right,' " Donald said, grinning. "Once you eat out pussy a few times, you really get a taste for it."
"Eat out pussy? What do ya mean?"
"Well, like your mom sucks my peter, I suck on her pussy."
"Donald! Please! "Wilma moaned in protest. Her face was still a deep embarrassed red "How can you suck on it? There's nothin to suck!"
Donald pulled open his wife's pussy again and pointed at her little clit button near the opening. "See that, Son? You suck on that, and you lick it. I did it to her just before you came in while she was suckin' on my peter. She loves it. She-likes that just as much as we like havin' our cocks sucked."
"I don't know whether I like havin' my cock sucked or not," Petie said. "I sure wish she'd do it to me so I could find out."
Donald just laughed and pulled his fingers away from Wilma's cunt, allowing her pussy lips to spring back together.
"Wait till I tell Michael," Petie said. "I never knew all this stuff."
"Petie, you're NOT going to tell Michael?" Wilma asked. "Now look what you've done, Donald."
"Fuck, I believe in being open about these things," Donald said. "I think it's more healthy having all these things out in the open, don't you?"
What could Wilma say? They were, after all, Donald's sons. It was a little embarrassing having him show Petie her pussy like that, and even allowing him to touch it, but she was game for anything and wasn't about to let modesty get in the way of a good marriage.
"You really stick your peter in there?" Petie asked, nodding toward Wilma's cunt.
Wilma pulled down her nightie, but it did little to hide the black patch of pubic hair between her creamy white thighs.
"I'd like to try that, too," Petie said. "I'd like to know what it feels like."
"Oh, no!" Wilma said, cringing on the bed.
Donald just laughed at her. "Maybe she'll let you some day, Son. Don't worry, you'll find out what it's like sooner or later. I don't think your new mom is quite ready for that."
That was an understatement if Wilma had ever heard one. Impossible though it was to believe, she actually did believe that Donald would have allowed her to suck off his son right there before his eyes, and even have allowed the youngster to climb atop her and have the first fuck of his young life with his stepmother.
Wilma gave a little shiver and tried to ignore the tingling sensation in her cunny as she grew excited at the thought. The thought did excite her, however perverse it might be.
"Is Michael up?" she asked quickly, anxious to change the subject away from sex.
"Yeah, he's up," Petie said. "He's real grouchy, too. I told ya he'd be jealous 'cause I gotta sleep with ya last night, especially when I told him that I gotta see you naked when you put on your nightie last night. He's really gonna be jealous when I tell him that I gotta touch ya down there between your legs."
"Petie!" Wilma said. "I don't think you'd better tell Michael that."
"Why not? You heard what Dad said. He said it's all right to talk about it. Isn't that right, Dad?"
"I think I'd just better keep my mouth shut while I'm still ahead," Donald told his son, grinning. "I'm going to let you work this out with your stepmother."
Before Wilma could say anything else, Petie was already jumping up and running from the room. "I'll go start makin' toast for breakfast," he said. He was bubbling over with excitement. Wilma could well understand why.
Donald continued to grin at Wilma when Petie was gone from the room. "That kid is really somethin', isn't he," he said, chuckling.
"Petie is something?" Wilma said. "What about his old man?"
Donald laughed. "What's the matter, honey?
Did I embarrass you?"
Wilma's face was still red. "You're something else," she said. "You just about had that boy up on top of me, fuckin' me."
Donald laughed. "What would be wrong with that?" he asked. "I'm liberal-minded."
"I'll say you are," Wilma told him. "You really wouldn't mind if I did let him fuck me, would you?"
"Nope."
"Or if I sucked his cock?"
"No. I don't see anything wrong with it," Donald said. "If you want to do it with him, go ahead, You have my permission."
"Donald! Shame on you!"
"Fuck," he said, "we made a deal with one another at the beginning that we weren't going to let ourselves get bogged down in all that morality junk. I think the human body is the most beautiful thing in the world the unclothed human body, that is and I don't want my boys to be ashamed of theirs or ours. like I told you-"
"I know," Wilma told him. " "The family that plays together stays together.' But I didn't think you meant it quite so literally."
"Well, now you now that I do," Donald told her. "I don't expect the boys to be embarrassed about running around naked in front of us, and I hope you won't be embarrassed to run around naked in front of them, either."
Wilma couldn't help but laugh. "Donald, running around naked in front of the boys is a little different than fooling around with them down there between their legs."
"Yeah, well I don't mind that, either," he said. "That's up to you, Honey, I'm not tellin' you to do that. Just don't be so uptight."
"Donald! You didn't just let him look at my pussy. You spread it open so he could see the inside. You put your finger in it right in front of him."
"Well, what's wrong with that?"
"And then you let him put his finger in!"
"Shit, honey, you made his day, letting him do that to you. Did you see how excited he was? I've never seen that boy so happy."
"And you let him see you like that?" Wilma nodded toward Donald's big hard-on which was jerking in spasms between his legs. A sticky strand of pre-cum juice was dangling down, dancing in the air.
"You think I ought to be ashamed of my prick?"
"I didn't say that. I just think-"
"Well, if I shouldn't be ashamed of it, why shouldn't I show it to my boys? Come on, Honey," he said, grinning. "You'll get used to it. Just don't be so uptight."
It was unbelievable that Donald, a widower with two grown sons, could be so much more liberal-minded than she, a former prostitute, but he was, and Wilma realized it. She decided she had quite a bit of growing up to do and she'd better hurry or Donald would have her dying from embarrassment within two weeks. She was beginning to even wonder if Donald would even care if he knew she had been a prostitute before she had met him. She seriously doubted that he would. He'd probably be delighted at the thought.
She got up slowly and took her house robe from the back of the chair where she had put it the night before.
"See, there you go again, honey," Donald said. "Are you cold?"
"No, but-"
"Then why do you need that robe."
"You want me to go down to breakfast in just my nightie."
"Why not?"
"But Donald, it doesn't hide anything."
"I know," he said, grinning, "that's why I bought it for you. You can see right through it. You can see your tits, and it's so short, it barely reached your belly button. I like to be able to look at your pussy. I can't think of anything else I like doin' better, unless it might be sticking my cock in it, or eating it out."
"Yeah, but Michael hasn't," she said.
"Well, he's soon going to. Come on," Donald said. He took her by the hand and pulled her gently but firmly from the bedroom.
Wilma trembled and her face grew red once again as he led her through the house and into the kitchen where Michael and Petie were sitting at the table. Michael looked up and his eyes went wide when he saw Wilma in her nightie. He stared first down at her dark patch of pussy hairs beneath the bottom of the nightie, then up at her tits which were clearly revealed beneath the thin, transparent material, then he stared back down at her pussy. His mouth was hanging open, and he was holding his fork over his plate in a frozen position.
His eyes moved over to his father who was standing beside Wilma stark naked, his big cock and balls exposed, and his prick erect and quivering. It was red, and the veins were pulsing in its sides. The bulbous end of if was covered with sticky pre-cum emissions. Even as he watched, the slit in the end of his dad's prick opened up, and more pre-cum juice oozed into view, spilling loose and dribbling down to the floor.
Michael and Petie eyeballed Wilma's naked buttocks as they jostled while she walked around the kitchen. The little transparent nightie hid nothing. When she was facing them, they could see right through it, and her cunny was in open display down beneath.
Keeping her back to the boys so that they couldn't see her pussy and breasts, Wilma opened the refrigerator door and got out a carton of eggs, then moved over to the stove. She was trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, for what Donald was putting her through was, however embarrassing, exciting as well, in a perverted sort of way.
Donald moved right along with her through the kitchen, and the boys gasped when he placed his hand right on Wilma's butt-cheek. He began moving his fingers around in a circular motion, caressing her ass right there before his two sons.
Wilma took out a frying pan, set it on the stove, and lit the burner. Her husband was moving his hand all over her butt, caressing both ass-cheeks. He was even working his fingers down into her crevice, spreading her buns apart.
"Donald," she said in a low voice, "not in front of the boys." Donald just laughed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Donald moved up even closer to Wilma, and the end of his sticky hard peter rubbed against her hip, leaving a wet streak of sticky pre-cum juice.
Wilma broke away from him and moved to the refrigerator, and, her hands shaking, got out a package of bacon and moved back to the stove.
Donald moved right up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing up close so that his cock stretched up right against her asscrack. His hands roamed up and down the front of her body, shoving up her nightie. He thrust his hands inside it and began playing with her titties while she worked over the stove.
The boys could not see the front of Wilma's body, but it was pretty obvious what their father was doing.
"Look at 'em," Petie said, grinning at Michael.
Michael was tongue-tied. He sat speechless.
"Donald!" Wilma protested softly as Donald fingered her nipples, exciting them, getting them hard and throbbing.
He kept one hand up under her nightie, playing with her breasts, and his other hand began moving down over her smooth-skinned belly. She moaned as his fingers crept down over her navel and into her pubic hairs between her legs.
Petie was giggling as he sat in his chair, watching it all. Michael was still in a state of shock. Both boys' peters were beginning to react to the exciting sight.
Petie's prick, which had been half-hard all morning, was now throbbing up stiffly, pressing against his belly. Michael's cock was leaping in spasms in his pajama bottoms. The two boys heard Wilma utter a little moan as Donald's fingers spread open her cunt and his index finger began working its way down into her pussy crevice. He was masturbating her shamelessly, and Wilma's only consolation was that their backs were turned toward the boys so that the lads could not see what was taking place.
"Ooohhh! Oh, Donald!" She gasped as her husband began massaging her little clit button, and worked his fingers in and out of her pussy-hole. She could feel Donald's erection pressing hotly in between her ass-cheeks. The inside of her butt grew wet and sticky from the fluids which were oozing out the tip of his prick. "Oooohhh! Oh, Donald!"
He was pressing up as close as he could. The very tip of his throbbing erection pushed at the brown puckered opening of her butt-hole. He continued to exert pressure with his cock, as though he was trying to drive it up inside her rectum.
Michael dropped his fork onto his plate. His cock was beginning to ooze down in his pajamas as it throbbed hard and hot above his sperm-packed balls.
Petie, sitting there in nothing but his pajama tops, allowed his hand to drop down into his lap. He began toying with his genitals, flipping his prick around, and tugging at his foreskin to work it up and down over his peterhead.
"Oh!" Michael gave a little gasp as his cock jerked so hard in his pajamas that it leaped right out the front of them and stood out stiffly beneath the table. Another surge of sticky cock-juice was surging up its length and oozing out onto its tip to trickle down its sides.
It was all Wilma could do to coordinate her shaking hands enough to slap several sticks of bacon into the skillet. The bacon began sizzling away, covering up her low moans as she felt Donald's cockhead slowly forcing its way up inside her butt.
She jerked forward so that his prickhead popped back out of her butt. She turned around to face him to prevent him from penetrating her anally. The only problem was that now Donald's prick was thrusting out right toward her cunt, and now the two boys could see everything that was going on. They could see Donald's cock throbbing hot and hard, the bulbous head of it rubbing against Wilma's pubic hairs.
Donald reached around her, placed a firm hand on each buttock, and pulled her forward. The end of his erection forced its way right in between her pussy lips, spreading them apart.
"Ooohhh!" Michael and Petie gasped in unison as they saw their father's hard-on slowly penetrate Wilma's cunt. They could see every detail of what was taking place.
Donald, as though to make certain they could see, pulled Wilma around until they were presenting a side view to the two excited boys. They could see their father's prick and their stepmother's cunt in the process of coming together.
"Aw, Michael, look at 'em," Petie said, his peter throbbing hard between his fingers. There was a steady slapping sound beneath the table as his fist slammed up and down atop his balls and his foreskin popped up and down over his aching peterhead.
Wilma forced her arms down between her swelled up breasts and her husband's chest, and she pushed at him. He was too strong for her. His hard penis was slowly sliding up into her cunt right before the boys' eyes. His whole prickhead was inside her pussy-slit now, and he was still pushing to shove in more. He was actually going to fuck her right there in front of the boys!
"Ohhh! Donald! Ooohhh!" Wilma gave a last desperate push, trying to force her husband back. It was hopeless.
The last of her strength gone, her husband's hands pulling at her buttocks brought her cunt sliding slowly down the length of his hard-on. Half his prick inside her then three-fourths then every last inch was embedded within her pussy.
"Oooohhhh!" Wilma moaned loud enough for the boys to hear as Donald pulled her up so tight that his nuts were rubbing in between her legs. The end of his cock burrowed its way into her innermost depths. He was all the way inside her, and the boys had seen it all.
"Ohhh! Oh!" Petie was moaning with excitement as he whipped his masturbating hand up and down under the table. The noise of his jerking off filled the kitchen.
Michael was sitting beside him at the table shaking with emotion. His cock was leaping in spasms as it stuck out from his pajama fly. It was oozing steadily, dribbling down sticky strands of pre-cum juice all over its length and down onto his pajamas. It was all he could do to keep his hands up on the table and not reach down and begin masturbating himself like his brother.
Donald glanced over at Petie, grinning. "See, Petie, this is what you call fucking."
"Ohhh! Uuuuummmmmpppphhh!" Petie was too busy whipping his hand up and down on his dick to reply, but his eyes were riveted in on the exciting sight of his father's hard-on clear up inside Wilma's cunt.
"Ooohhh!" Wilma moaned loudly as Donald worked the muscles in the base of his prick, making it jerk hard up inside her.
"What do ya think about this, Mike?" Donald asked his older son.
"I I-" Michael could only stammer, red-faced with embarrassment, because out of sight beneath the table his prick was erupting. His big long throbbing hard-on was quivering like a vibrating iron rod and gushes of pure semen were shooting up through its length, geysering out his pee-hole and splattering on the floor beneath the table. His cum was landing everywhere on the rungs of the chair, on the floor, and even on the table leg.
"Oh! Aaahhh! Aaaggghhh!" Petie, sitting beside Michael, jerking on his prick, was suddenly gasping and moaning with uncontrollable excitement. His peter was tingling as he experienced orgasm.
Smoke began rising up from the frying pan on the stove.
"Donald, the bacon! It's burning!" Wilma jumped on the excuse of the burning bacon to get away from Donald and his prick, which was burrowed up inside her cunt.
Donald allowed her to pull back off his throbbing erection and move back to the stove. His big hard prick jerked up, slapping hard against his belly. A little spurt of almost pure jism oozed out the end of it and dripped down, dangling between his legs.
He could tell that the way Wilma was vigorously attacking the chore of taking up the burning bacon and replacing it with fresh that he would be unable to continue his fuck until after breakfast. Turning reluctantly back toward the table, he moved over to join his two boys.
Michael was sitting white-faced and shaking, the result of having shot his semen beneath the table without even touching his prick.
Wilma went on with her chore of preparing breakfast, keeping her back toward the three males at the table as she tried to recover her composure. Never had she been so embarrassed in her entire life, and, as a prostitute, she had been embarrassed quite often and in a wide variety of ways.
When she had finished frying the bacon and eggs at last, she brought them over to the table, blushing in doing so because her cunt was revealed again to the gaze of the two excited boys.
She sat down opposite Michael. Even in her embarrassment she could not help but notice the youth's ashen pallor and his shaking hands atop the table. Michael just stared at her, wide eyed.
"Do you feel all right, Honey?" Wilma asked him.
The boy blushed. He nodded.slowly.
"He's fine," Donald said, grinning. "He just can't get over-"
"Here, Donald, have a piece of toast!" Wilma said quickly, handing it to him.
Donald grinned, knowing she was trying to change the subject away from sex.
"Guess what, Michael," Petie said, "Mom's gonna let me fuck 'er, too, just like Dad did."
"Petie!" Wilma said.
Donald just laughed.
"She's even gonna suck my cock! like we heard her doin' to Dad last night, and like she did to him this morning."
"Ooohhhh!" Wilma moaned with embarrassment.
Donald was laughing so heartily she was afraid he would choke, and almost wished he would.
"You will let me, won't ya?" Petie asked. Before Wilma could give the youngster a definite no, it was Donald who changed the subject, as though he didn't want that negative reply to be uttered. "You young men had better hurry up and eat," he said, "or you're gonna be late for work." He grinned at Wilma. He obviously had their morning activities all mapped out. Wilma knew he was going to take her into the bedroom and fuck her until he was exhausted, then sleep till night when he would get up to eat before returning to work.
It was not that the idea was not an appealing one to her. It was just that she was so flustered at having him flaunt her nakedness and their sexual activities in front of the youngsters that her head was spinning. If she was as open and frank about sexual matters as Donald was, she would be spending more time fucking with him and his two sons than she had while earning a living walking the streets. The thing that bothered Wilma the most was that the whole idea was actually appealing to her. She loved sex. She could spend every waking moment sucking off cocks, having them thrust up inside her pussy taking it anyway she could get it. Yet there was still a little bit of conservatism inside Wilma's make-up. She could not quite accept the idea that fooling around with her two stepsons was an acceptable practice.
Petie finished gobbling up his eggs and bacon and toast.
Michael moved his fork around aimlessly in his plate, apparently not even hungry. Wilma studied him for a long moment until his eyes raised up and met hers. She quickly lowered her eyes, embarrassed. Petie and Donald were so natural about sex that it made accepting what Donald had caused to happen easy in their presence, but Michael was another story. The boy was quiet and bashful and so serious that Wilma felt ashamed at having him witness such perverted acts.
Petie shoved back his chair and jumped up. "I'll be home at three-thirty," he said, looking at Wilma. He seemed to think that the minute he walked in the door from work she would be all over him, sucking his dong and letting him stick it in her pussy.
Michael shoved his chair back as well, his food only one-fourth eaten. He got to his feet slowly. Wilma noticed the big wet stain in the front of his pajamas, but said nothing. It was obvious what had happened. The boy had shot his load while watching Donald drive his cock up her cunt.
Michael seemed to read her mind, for he cast her a pleading look. A grateful expression crossed his faced when he saw she was going to say nothing. He knew she knew what had happened. He hurried along after Petie to their bedroom so they could dress and head off to work.
"Those two boys are really somethin', aren't they?" Donald asked.
"They're something, all right," Wilma said, "but did you see Michael? He looks so pale."
"He's probably been jerkin' off too much," Donald said.
Wilma shrugged. "I don't know. I think we'd better keep our eyes on him and make sure he's not coming down with something. Ohhh!" She gasped as she felt Donald's foot come up beneath the table right between her legs.
He pushed his toes right against her cunny and grinned at her from across the table as he began wriggling his toes.
"Donald, is that all you think about?" Still, she could not keep from smiling. This, after all, was one of the reasons she had married Donald. He loved sex every bit as much as she did.
There were loud giggles from the other room.
"Listen to that Petie," Donald said. "I haven't seen him this excited in a long time."
CHAPTER SIX
"I shouldn't doubt that Petie's excited," Wilma said, "after watching you stick your prick up in my pussy."
"Yeahhh! Yuck, what's that stuff on the floor?" Donald bent down and looked down at the mess his other foot had slid into.
"That's your son's, Michael," Wilma said. "She what you did to him?"
"Why, that little fucker," Donald said. "I didn't know he had it in him."
"He doesn't anymore," Wilma said, smiling. "Maybe you're right; maybe that's why he's so tired. He did it last night while he was listening to me blow you in the kitchen. He did it again this morning."
"And, probably, he lay in bed doing it all night long," Donald said, "just thinking about this beautiful cunny of yours." He wriggled his big toes until it was pressing right inside her cunny crack and spreading apart her pussy lips.
"Hey!! ! " Petie came jumping into the kitchen.
Wilma gave a start of surprise. He was already fully dressed.
"You sure didn't waste any time," Donald told him.
Petie ran up behind Wilma and, standing behind the chair, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight. "I love you," he said.
Wilma was melting in his arms, but at the same time, she stiffened at the sudden realization that Petie had placed his hands right atop her tits.
"I sure am glad you're my mom now," Petie said.
What could Wilma do? She couldn't ruin this sentimental moment by pulling the boy's hands away from her body. She could feel him squeezing her breasts through the thin nightie as he hugged her tight. He was really getting a handful. Wilma couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't doing it on purpose.
Petie stared down and saw his father's big toe working away at Wilma's cunt.
"Aw, gee," he said. "Ohhh!" His prick began to stiffen up inside his pants immediately, and soon it was as rock hard as ever.
When Donald saw that his son was sporting a hard-on right there in front of his wife, instead of exploding and hitting the ceiling like most fathers would, he just grinned and wriggled his toe even harder, allowing Petie to watch. He was burrowing it right up inside her cunt.
"Aw, Daddy, what are ya doin'? "
Donald shrugged and grinned. "I'm keeping your new mom happy, son."
Wilma felt Petie's hands moving on her tits, then down to her belly, and he squeezed her again.
"Oh, Dad!" Petie could see every wiggle of his father's toe up inside Wilma's cunt. Petie's hands came up again, but this time, underneath Wilma's nightie. His hands reached her breasts, and he cupped them in his fingers gently.
"Petie," Wilma said, "shame on you."
He giggled nervously as he kept fingering her titties, then, he worked her nightie right up over them so that they were hanging out in plain view while he touched them and ran his hands over their smooth, naked skin.
Donald laughed. "You're really getting a handful there, aren't you. Son?"
"Oh, they're so nice and smooth and soft. And they're warm." Petie kept one hand up toying with Wilma's breasts, and his other hand moved back down atop her naked belly. He ran it all around. "She's so smooth. She doesn't have hair like you do, Dad."
Michael came slowly through the kitchen door. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was happening. He glared at Petie and Wilma and his father, then spun on his heels and marched back through the house.
Wilma's heart went out to the boy. It was wrong what Donald was doing, playing with her so openly, and allowing his boys to do so as well, even encouraging it.
She searched for a reason to put a stop to the activities until she at least had time to think things out.
"Donald, please, I have to pee," she said.
He laughed. "Sure you do."
Petie's fingers were moving down dangerously close to the growth of cunt hairs above Wilma's pussy. She moved forward, forcing the boy to remove his arms, and then grasped her chair, pushing it back so that she was out of reach of that maddening toe which was wriggling inside her pussy.
"Really, Donald, I do have to pee," she said. She forced her chair back from the table, obliging Petie-o back away and leaving Donald's foot hanging in mid-air
She rose to her feet and hurried from the kitchen. As a matter-of-fact, she did have to pee. It wasn't a lie. She headed straight for the bathroom, pushed open the bathroom door, and entered.
"Ohhh!" She gave a gasp of surprise.
"Gosh darn it!" Michael was standing there in front of the toilet stool, his legs spread wide. She couldn't see his prick, but she could see his golden stream of pee which was splattering down into the toilet bowl.
"Get out of here!" Michael shouted.
"M-Michael, I'm sorry."
"Get out of here!"
"Please, Michael, I didn't mean-"
"You're doin' this on purpose! Get out!"
"Michael, no."
"Get out!" Michael reached out and pushed her back and slammed the door, at the same time hiding himself so that she could not see his pee-dribbling prick.
Wilma wanted to sink through the floor with embarrassment. Every time she turned around, she was doing something to turn Michael against her. She wanted so much for the boy to accept her. Perhaps to ask that he love her was too much, but she at least wanted his acceptance of her presence in this house, and his acceptance of her as his stepmother.
She waited nervously outside the door for him to finish. The dribbling of his pee began again, then tapered off to nothing. He flushed the stool and then she heard him washing his hands. She opened the door and stepped into the bathroom.
"I'm sorry, Michael. Please believe me."
"You did it on purpose," he said. "Every since you got here you've doin' crap like that."
"No, Michael, believe me."
He quickly toweled off his hands and darted out of the room before she could get in another word. Wilma raised up her robe and sat down on the stool. She'd just begun to pee when the door burst open and Michael stormed in. "See," he said, "how do you like it when someone breaks in on you in the bathroom?"
"Michael-" He started to turn to leave but she reached out her hand and grabbed him to stop him. "Michael, listen to me."
He glared at her. "Yeah, I should have known. You probably enjoy havin' me in here with ya. The way you keep showin' off your-" He cut his words off short. "Let me go!"
"Michael, please."
"No!" He jerked away and stormed out the door.
Wilma shook her head sadly. She'd really got off on the wrong foot with young Michael. She wondered if there was any way she could smooth things out between them. She finished up in the bathroom and opened the door. There stood Donald, grinning at her.
"Wow!" he said, "You sure got Michael pissed off. What did you do?"
"Oh, Donald," she said. "I can't do anything right with that boy. I broke in on him when he was in here peeing."
"Oh, no!" Donald laughed. "That poor kid."
"He's going to hate me, Donald."
"Don't worry about it," Donald said. "Everything will work out. You'll see. Come on, baby."
He grasped her by the hand and led her out the door and toward the bedroom.
"Ohhh!" Wilma cried out with surprise as he lifted her bodily off her feet and laid her out on the bed. Spreading her legs, he crawled up between them. His cock was as hard as ever. He reached down and pulled on it a few times, working his foreskin on and off his bulbous peterhead, then maneuvered himself into position so that his prick was aimed straight down at her steaming cunthole.
"Oooohhhhh!" Wilma moaned with pleasure as he lowered his body, working his penis down inside her twat "Aaahhhh!" It felt so good she could scarcely believe it. His big cock was long and hard and throbbing hot inside her. It was filling her up completely.
"Ahhh, Donald," she moaned. "Oh, it feels good! Oooooohhhhh!" Wilma spread her legs wide apart, allowing her husband free access to her hot cunny. "Fuck me, Donald! Screw me!" she begged.
She needed it. His teasing her in front of the boys had worked her into a sexual frenzy. Her cunt was tingling with desire. Just feeling Donald's hard-on up inside her increased her sexual excitement even more.
"Oooohhhh! Aaaahhhhh!' Uuuunnnnggghhh!" She moaned again and again as Donald forced his prick clear down inside her, then jerked the muscles in it to make it leap inside her pussy hole.
"Oooooohhhh! Uuuuunnnngghhhhh!" She moaned loudly.
"Oh, baby! Oh, fuck, you're so tight!" Donald grunted and thrust his midsection down, forcing his hard prick inside his wife as far as he could. He began raising up, slowly pulling out his hard, quivering shaft.
The two of them gasped in unison as the sensations shot through their genitals. Wilma's cunt was quivering. Her clitoris was tingling on the verge of orgasm. Donald's hard prick was jerking in spasms. The veins in the sides of it pulsed violently. His piss slit was opening and closing inside Wilma's cunt, milking up sticky pre-cum juice to lubricate the fuck he was giving her.
He began an easy in-and-out sawing motion, driving his hard-on into her twat, pulling it out, then driving it down again. Each time he plunged down, sending his quivering shaft slamming inside her, Wilma raised up to meet him and her whole body stiffened and trembled beneath the onslaught of his driving ram.
Wilma panted desperately. She thrust her cunt up so that it was taking in every inch of his hard male tool. She couldn't get enough of Donald's prick.
"Faster, honey, faster!" she begged. "Screw me! Give it to me! Oooohhhh!"
Her naked legs trembled and her belly was as tight as a rock. Her breasts swelled up. Each time Donald pressed down, his chest pushed against their smooth hot flesh. Her clit button tingled even more excitedly, teetering on the brink of orgasm.
"Ooohhh!" Her eyes went wide and she stared up into Donald's face. "Oh, Donald!"
A smile came over her lips and she seemed to be holding her breath, waiting waiting-
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Wilma threw back her head and moaned loudly. "AH!
OOOHHH!" She was cumming. The most pleasureful sensations imaginable were shooting throughout her body from the focal point between her legs. Her cunny was literally exploding.
Donald drove down hard, sending his ramrod prick into the hilt. He jerked the muscles in the base of it to make it quiver hard inside her, making it as good for her as possible.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Wilma bounced up and down on the bed, sliding her squeezing pussy lips up and down on her husband's erection, milking his big male prick. Her squeezing cunt muscles were too much for Donald. He gave a violent shudder, then his whole body shook atop her as his prick erupted inside her pussy.
She squealed as she felt the cum rippling up his shaft and splattering out into her hot sticky twat. Her cunt was being baptised with a hot bath of steaming cum. Again and again a hot wet wad came shooting up the length of his rod, spewing out into her cunt.
"Oooohhh!" Her whole body shaking, Wilma collapsed down onto the bed and ground her butt against the sheets. Her legs trembled.
Driving down hard, Donald embedded his cock to the hilt. His body shook mightily as the last of his semen dribbled out into the depths of her cunny.
"Ah, shit!" Donald said, rolling off her and withdrawing his cock with a loud wet plop. He fell aside her on the bed, gasping, his heart pounding wildly.
Wilma's heart was beating just as madly.
Reaching out, Donald took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Aw, baby, that was great."
Wilma moaned softly in agreement.
Still holding Wilma's hand, Donald guided it over to his cock and wrapped her fingers around his big tool. It was still hard and throbbing. She wondered if this husband of hers didn't have a perpetual hard-on. It seemed like every time she saw him he was sporting a boner.
She began gliding her hand up and down, tugging his foreskin on and off his bulbous peterhead. Donald grinned and spread his legs, giving her free access to his masculine goodies. "You want me to suck it a little?" she asked.
"Oh shit yes! Suck it, Honey!"
Wilma raised up, then leaned down so that her mouth was hovering directly over her husband's throbbing peter. She continued to manipulate the loose outer skin up and down.
"Aw yeah, honey, suck me," Donald said, staring down, his eyes wide, as he waited for Wilma to push her lips down over his aching peter.
The head of his prick was still wet from the orgasm he had just had, and he was begging for more. It was unbelievable, the sex drive of this powerful man.
"This is what you ought to do to Michael, honey, if you really want to get on the good side of him. No guy can resist a good blow job, and you give the best blow job of anyone I've ever known. Yeah, that's what you ought to do all right," Donald went on. "You should try sucking the boy. That would really get you on his good side, honey."
"Donald! You keep talking that way and I'm going to end up trying it, then what are you going to say?"
"I've already told you, honey, it doesn't bother me. If you want to fool around with my two boys, you're welcome to just as long as you keep plenty of hot pussy for me."
"Yeah, that's what you say, but I bet if you came home and found me in the bedroom sucking off one of the boys it'd be another story."
"Shit no. I'd just sit and watch, then, when you finished him off, you could do me."
Wilma said nothing, but the way her husband kept talking about her having sex with the two boys, she was able to think of little else. The more she thought about it, the less perverse it seemed. The idea was losing its shock value, and at the rate things were going, soon she too would regard the idea of her sucking off one of the boys or letting him fuck her as permissible even desirable.
She tugged the foreskin clear down on Donald's peter, holding it tightly around the base, and she darted out her tongue. She lapped at his quivering erection.
"Oooohhhh! Ahhh, baby! Oh, yeah!" Donald gasped with delight as her hot tongue ran up and down the length of his hot hard-on.
Wilma licked at every square inch of flesh she could reach, then, opening her mouth, she pushed her lips down over the end of his penis, taking it clear inside her mouth. Her tongue kept rolling out, licking at it, and she began sucking.
All morning long, Wilma and Donald fucked and sucked. Donald came a total of three times before they were finished, and Wilma had shook in orgasm so many times she had lost count. She matched each one of Donald's orgasms with two or three multiple orgasms of her own.
By the time twelve o'clock rolled around and the boys were due home for lunch, they were both exhausted.
Wilma left Donald sprawled out on the bed asleep and headed for the kitchen to prepare lunch for the boys. Petie was the first one home, and he was already inside the door scampering all around the kitchen before Wilma realized she had forgotten to put on her robe. She was still in her nightie, and all her goodies were exposed to the boy's eyes. Somehow, however, it no longer bothered her quite so much, and she decided that she wouldn't even bother with her robe. The boys had already seen her, anyway, so what did it matter now?
Petie kept gazing down at her bushy pussy patch, getting one eyeful after another of her hot, womanly snatch. He moved around close behind her and beside her and all about her. His hands were constantly brushing against her thighs or her buttocks.
Wilma gave a little shiver, but made no effort to stop the boy. Her pussy was tingling perversely with excitement as she allowed him to touch her. She was almost getting as much excitement out of the naughtiness of it all as she was by the light touches of Petie's fingers.
Michael came dragging in the door next and he stared at Wilma's nakedness and made no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking at her. He sat down at the table like a frozen statue and watched.
Petie had a hand right on Wilma's buttocks and was letting it rest there. He was taking every liberty she allowed him.
"I hope you're enjoyin' yourself," Michael said bitterly.
Petie stared at his brother. "Me?"
"Her," Michael said. "She shouldn't be lettin' you do that, Petie."
"Daddy said it was all right. You're just jealous," Petie said. "You're afraid to do it to her."
'I am not afraid," Michael stammered. "It's wrong, that's why I don't do it."
"You're chicken!" Petie said, running his hands deliberately all over Wilma's hot buttocks.
"Chicken to do that? That's nothin'! " Michael told his brother. "You're scared to do anything else."
"I am not!" Petie's hand worked around Wilma's body. She trembled as she felt his fingers edging toward her pubic hair growth.
Should she let him or not? Before she could reach a decision, his fingers were already in her hairs. He was running them around lightly in the growth between her legs.
"See, I'm not afraid," Petie said. "But you are.
"All right, all right, now that's enough, both of you," Wilma said. She took Petie's hand and gently pulled it away from her cunt, then moved over to the table with a plate of food for the boys. She sat down right across from Michael.
Petie came up behind her as he had that morning. He wrapped his arms around her and began fondling her tits through her nightie. "Come on, Michael," he said, "stop being such a scardy-cat. Put your foot up between her legs like Dad did this mornin'. "
Wilma almost choked. "Petie, now sit down and eat," she told him. "You have to get back to work."
"I want to stay home and play with you," he said.
"Well you're going to work!" Wilma told him.
Petie plunged his hand down to her cunny and felt her up, then obeyed her order and headed over to his chair.
"I want both you boys to stop this fighting," Wilma said. "You're both too old to be acting like this."
Petie got up and went to the refrigerator for some more milk, then moved back to his chair. Wilma could not help but notice the big bulge down between his legs. He was sporting an erection. The poor boy seemed to get a boner every time he was near her. She had a feeling that underneath the table Michael was hard and throbbing as well.
Wilma's mind reeled dizzily. She was confused as she had never before been in her life. She wondered what she would do if the chance presented itself to fool around with one of these boys. Would she have the willpower to resist?
Yesterday or the day before she would have said "yes" easily, but today she was no longer quite so sure of herself. All she could do was hope that such a situation never presented itself or, subconsciously, hope that it did.
She tried to pull her thoughts away from sex and change the conversation. "Well, how was work this morning, Michael?"
"Fuck, what do you care?" he said.
"Wow, I'm hungry," Petie said, digging into his food with his right hand. His left hand was down in his lap, and his elbow was moving.
"Petie, what are you doing?" Wilma asked. "It itches," he said.
"You shouldn't be doing that at the table, Honey," she told him.
"Yeah, but it itches so bad."
Wilma stared at the boy.
"It's all red and everything," he said.
"What do you mean it's all red?" she asked.
"I don't know how to explain it it's all red," he said. "And it itches."
Wilma wondered if this was some kind of put-on to attract attention to his cock, or if it really was red and inflamed. At any rate, she couldn't take a chance on the boy's health. She had to be certain.
"Come here, Petie," she said.
Petie jumped out of his chair and hurried over to her side. He stood there spreading his legs. The bulge in the front of his pants was throbbing, and she could clearly see the outline of his dick beneath the thin Levi's stretched atop it.
"You're not kidding me, Petie? It really is red?"
"Yeah, and it itches," he said, reaching down and running his fingers up and down over the outline of his hard prick.
"Maybe you'd better let me look at it, honey," Wilma suggested.
Petie grinned. In less than five seconds he had his belt unfastened and the top of his pants unsnapped and his zipper tugged clear down. His fly was spread open, and she could see his white briefs outlining his pulsing peter. He hooked his thumbs in the top of his pants and shoved down, letting his Levi's drop clear down around his ankles. Reaching back to his hips, he stood there.
"You can take down my underpants," he said, grinning.
Wilma's hands were trembling as she reached forward and grasped the top of the boy's briefs. She tugged slowly down. She had a feeling that this was all a game for Petie, but it was her duty as his new mother to make sure that he didn't have some sort of infection down there between his legs. When the top of his briefs descended around the root of his cock, he beamed proudly at her as she stared at the huge patch of pubic hairs around his man-root. He was obviously enjoying this very much.
Wilma's hands shook uncontrollably as she realized that she, too, was enjoying it, however hard she tried to pretend otherwise. She pulled down a little farther, exposing his prick completely. She hadn't seen him this close before, and her heart beat wildly as she tugged his briefs down his hips.
Suddenly, with a big jerk, his cock pulsed hard right before her eyes, as big as a banana and yes, almost as thick, and hard and red and swollen. She could see the veins pulsing in its sides. The odor of it wafted up to her nostrils. She pulled down farther and his fleshy nuts flopped into view.
Petie giggled nervously as she peeled his briefs on down his legs. His cock jerked in spasms as he worked the muscles in the base of it deliberately. Wilma stared at his prick, not removing her eyes. She was fascinated. It was indeed somewhat red, she decided. She brought her fingers up slowly and trembled as she touched Petie's prick for the first time.
Reaching up with her other hand, Wilma ran her fingers gently over the young man's smooth-skinned erection.
"Oooohhh!" Petie moaned. "That feels good."
Wilma smiled, knowing that she could just look at Petie's dick and he would tell her that it felt good. Her whole existence seemed to be centered around that ever hard prick of his.
She pulled down gently, peeling the loose foreskin down off his peterhead.
"Oooohhhh!" Petie's naked legs trembled. He jutted his midsection forward, driving his hard-on on up inside her fist.
The boy's limbs were shaking so much now that his briefs tumbled on down into a pile around his ankles atop his pants.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, it feels good," Petie told her.
"How about when I do this?" She asked, squeezing her fingers gently.
"Ooohhh! No, I like it," he said.
Wilma moved her fingers around on his peter, pressing down and squeezing to see if there were any truly sore locations. The boy just moaned and his naked legs trembled as she fingered up his cock.
"Petie! Don't let her touch you down there like that!" Michael said.
"I want to make sure he's all right, honey," Wilma told Michael.
"Sure, you're just playin' with his peter, that's what you're doin', " Michael said.
"No, Michael, I'm not. You can see for yourself that it's red. Petie wasn't lying."
"Ohhh!" Petie moaned as his hard-on quivered between Wilma's squeezing fingers.
"Honey," Wilma said, releasing the boy's prick, letting it slap up hard against his belly. "Run into the bathroom and bring me back the jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet."
"Okay." Petie hurried from the kitchen.
"Man, you're really gonna do it to him, aren't ya?" Michael asked. "I hope you're enjoyin' yourself."
"Please, Michael, I'm doing it for his own good. I'm not doing it because I want to."
"Sure. You wanna do it to me, too?" He was glaring at her.
Wilma shook her head sadly, then looked him in the eyes. "Do you want me to?" she asked.
"Fuck, you might as well," he said, "if you're gonna do it to Petie. Sure, I know you wanna do it to me."
Wilma said nothing. It was a series of losing battles these verbal encounters with Michael. Not that she wanted to come out the winner. She just wanted the boy to accept her.
Michael jumped up and walked around then tood right before her where Petie had been standing. He spread his legs wide. "Go ahead! Play with mine, too!" he said. "You might as well."
"Come on, take down my pants like you did
Petie's," Michael said. "My dick's red and swollen, too."
Wilma stared into his eyes. "Are you kidding me, Michael?"
"No, I'm not kiddin'! Mine itches, too! It's hard and red! Aren't you going to do to me what you did to him?"
"If you penis is swollen, Michael, yes, I think I ought to look at it."
"Well go ahead, look at it. Touch it!"
Wilma reached out and grasped the top of Michael's Levi's. Her fingers were shaking harder than ever as she tugged them downward. Michael glared down at her as she peeled them clear down to his ankles.
"You can smear some of that Vaseline on my cock, too," he said. "Okay?"
Wilma nodded numbly. Her fingers were back up at his waist and grasping the top of his briefs. She started to tug down.
"Fuck, you'd really do it, wouldn't you?" Michael asked, backing quickly away out of her reach. "You'd take down my pants and play with my peter! I don't believe you."
"But, Michael, you said-"
"Sure, you just want to see what I look like and play with me like you're gonna do with Petie. Well, no, you can't do it! Just keep your hands off of me."
"Please, Michael, listen to me."
"I'm not listening to anything you have to say," Michael snapped, storming toward the kitchen door.
"Michael, come back here and eat."
"I'm not hungry!" He shot out the door and slammed it noisily, fastening his pants as he hurried down the sidewalk back toward work.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Petie came scuffling back into the kitchen in a waddling fashion, his pants and underwear dragging between his feet. His hard-on swayed back and forth over his big boy nuts. He walked right up to Wilma and handed her the jar of Vaseline.
"This is gonna be fun," he said.
"Now, Petie, I'm doing this because its red and swollen. I want you to understand that."
"Yeah! Yeah! Sure," he said. "Come on, do it to me."
Wilma couldn't win. There was no way of making the act of smearing Vaseline on the boy's dick appear like anything but masturbation. Yet, she had come this far. There was no way she could stop without confessing to herself that that was exactly what it was.
She opened the jar, stuck in her fingers, and pulled out a big blob of sticky petroleum jelly. Her fingers moved trembling toward the boy's dick.
"Oh!" Petie gasped as the gooey petroleum made first contact with his shaft. "Brrr, it's cold," he said, shaking.
Wilma smiled, but kept on applying the jelly, knowing that the heat of her hand would soon take away the chill from the boy's pecker. She smeared the sticky substance up and down the length of Petie's hard-on.
"Oooohhh! Aaahhh! Uuunnnngggghhhhh!" Petie's naked legs trembled as her long feminine fingers pushed and pulled on his outer dick skin, working the Vaseline over every square inch of his smooth-skinned pecker.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Wilma asked, studying the boy's face carefully.
"Oh, no, it feels good. Oh, keep doin' it," Petie said. "Aaahhh."
Wilma was shaking as much as Petie, but whereas Petie was shaking with excitement at how good it felt, Wilma was shaking with both the emotions of excitement and guilt. She couldn't believe how much it affected her to have this boy's hard wiener pressing hotly against her fingers. She could feel it throbbing, and the hardness of it and hotness of it made her shudder with a mixture of fear and delight. Fear, because she was afraid at how much she was enjoying doing it to him.
"Oh! Aaahhh!" Petie gasped again and again. His hard prick was jerking in spasms against her Vaseline-smeared fingers. Every muscle in his body grew tense, then relaxed, again and again.
Wilma stared down. She was fascinated at the sight of his hard cock. She watched his foreskin glide up and down over his purplish prickhead as she manipulated his excited genitals.
"Ah! Oh, I can't believe how good it feels," Petie said. "Ooohhh! I want you to do this to me all the time," he said. "It feels great! Ohhh, I can feel it buildin' up. I think the stuff's gonna come out again."
Wilma's hand froze around the boy's cock. Smearing petroleum jelly on his cock was one thing, but to make him cum would be going too far. Yet, at the same time, she wanted more than anything in the world to see his little cockslit open up and spurt forth his tiny dribbles of semen. Somehow the thought of seeing that happen was extremely exciting.
"Oh, please, keep doin' it to me," Petie said.
"That's enough for now, Petie. Maybe we'll do it again tonight. We'll see how it looks."
"Ohhh, will ya do it again tonight? Please?"
"We'll see, Petie. I'll look at it again tonight and see if its still red." She felt fairly certain it would be. The boy would make certain that it was by running off to a corner and rubbing it up to make it so.
Reaching down, she grasped the boy's underpants and pulled them up.
"Ahhh!" Petie reached down and rubbed his peter vigorously until she gently forced his hand away. "Ah, man, I can hardly wait till tonight when you start doin' it to me again," Petie said. "Will ya do it to me longer tonight? Oh, it was startin' to feel real good."
"We'll see, Petie," Wilma said. "Now come on, finish up your lunch so you can get back to work."
"Oh, gee, you ought to do that to Michael, too. He'd love it."
Wilma blushed deeply. Little did Petie now how close she had come to almost doing that to Michael. He had actually dropped his pants in front of her. A few seconds more and she would have pulled his briefs down and have seen every delight-filled bit of his genital-crammed groin. She gave a little shiver as she thought about how close she had been to seeing Michael's prick and balls.
His cock had been half stiff. She had been able to tell that by the outline of it in his briefs. She could tell by the wet spot that had been there that he had been oozing in his underpants.
Wilma gave a little moan as she thought about what it would have been like to have smeared Vaseline over the older son's peter. That, indeed, would have stiffened it up completely. A few rubs of her hand, and he would have been oozing into her fingers.
Her pussy tingled violently at the thought. What was wrong with her? Why was she getting the hots over a twenty-two-year-old boy like that?
It was Donald who was causing it all throwing the boys constantly at her forcing her to expose herself before them suggesting that she perform the lewdest of acts. Yes, there was no question about it. She wanted to do it to Michael. She wanted to see his peter hard and stiff above his aching nuts. She wanted to stroke it with her fingers take it into her mouth and suck and lick it. Most of all, though, she wanted to have him stick it up inside her cunt and feel it throbbing in her innermost depths. She wanted Michael badly, and now that she had admitted that fact to herself, she wondered if she'd be able to keep her hands off the handsome young man in the future.
She was becoming a sex monster. The realization of what she had just done to Petie massage his hard peter with Vaseline was proof of that fact. A few more strokes and she'd have had the boy cumming in her hand, his dribbles of semen spilling forth onto her fingers. A few more strokes. Wilma trembled at the thought. She had wanted to give his prick those few more strokes. It was only be calling upon her willpower that she had managed to keep from doing so.
Once Petie was gone back to work, Wilma was alone. Donald was still snoring away in the bedroom, completely exhausted from the loss of semen she had caused. Wilma scooped up the dishes from the table, washed them, then made her rounds of the house. She made the beds, picked up clothes, put through two loads of laundry. She even did a little ironing. By the time evening rolled around, she was exhausted, not from the housework or sex she had engaged in, but from the emotional drain caused by the battle she was fighting to keep her relationship between herself and the boys at a respectable level.
She decided that before the boys came back from work and it was time to get supper, she would go and lie down beside Donald while and catch a little sleep to recuperate.
Donald was still snoring loudly away on the bed. He was lying atop the covers stark naked, his prick hard and erect, throbbing as he slept. His hand was down there with his fingers wrapped around it. He was squeezing it and massaging it as he slept. There was no question in Wilma's mind about what Donald was dreaming about.
Wilma watched fascinated as he worked for foreskin of his peter up and down. Laying down on the bed beside him in just her nightie, she allowed her fingers to work around her cunt as she watched her husband masturbate. She began darting her finger in and out of her pussy, moaning with delight as she watched Donald's piss slit open. A dribble of pre-cum juice spilled out and ran down the side of his hard-on.
The temptation was too much to resist. Raising up in bed, Wilma took her husband's hand and gently pulled it away from his quivering peter. Opening her mouth, she pushed her lips down over his stem, clamped them down tight, and began sucking.
"Ooohhh!" Donald moaned in his sleep. His legs stiffened atop the bed. His belly grew tense. He began trembling in his sleep as a powerful vacuum was created around every inch of his throbbing prick.
Wilma pushed her lips down to the very base of his peter, pressing them against his balls. His bulbous peterhead thrust its way clear back inside her throat. She sucked as hard as she could. Her tongue worked out, licking over his smooth-skinned shaft. Her finger darted in and out of her cunt like a miniature cock. At the same time, her thumb rubbed her little clit button, creating delightful sensations down between her legs.
She sucked and licked at Donald's peter and began pushing and pulling with her lips, drawing the foreskin up and down over his oozing cockhead. The harder she sucked, the more Donald moaned. His legs were so stiff they were shaking beneath her.
"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!"
Wilma knew that in a moment he would wake up and find her down there sucking on his dick. He would, of course, be delighted at that fact. He couldn't get enough of her sucking him just as she couldn't get enough of doing it. They made a good pair Donald with a prick that just wouldn't quit, and Wilma with the desire to make it shoot forth its offering in every way possible and as often as possible.
"Aaahhh! Oh, shit!" Donald opened his eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling, and then looked down to where Wilma was busy working her mouth up and down on his erection. "Oh, baby! Ooohhh!" He closed his eyes again, but now he was completely conscious of what was happening down there between his legs.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donald spread his naked legs wide, offering himself completely to his cock-hungry wife.
Still fingering out her cunt with one hand, Wilma brought her other hand up her husband's naked legs, trailing her fingertips lightly over his skin, making him sigh with delight. She brought her fingers right up to his balls and cupped them gently. At the same time she pushed her lips clear down around the base of his cock and sucked in long hard draughts, drawing up the sticky cockjuice from his balls and lapping at it with her tongue.
"Oh, baby!" Donald reached out and placed his hands on Wilma's head and helped push and pull to work her lips up and down over his peter-stem. His hard cock was growing longer and thicker inside her mouth. It pulsed violently. Wilma knew it would not be long before her husband erupted inside her throat. He had evidently been playing with his cock for some time in his sleep for it to already be so near to the point of eruption.
She sucked harder and thrust her tongue around all over her husband's peter. At the same time, she worked her fingers desperately at her cunny. She forced a second finger in to join the first, then a third. All the while she flicked her little clit button with her thumb. The sensations were mounting between her legs. She too was approaching the point of orgasm.
"Uuuummmmmnnnnn! Oooohhhhh!
Uuuummmmnnn!" She moaned excitedly around her mouthful of peter.
"Ooohhh!" Donald raised his hips clear up off the bed, thrusting his hard-on.clear down inside her throat. "Aaaggghhh!" He gasped wildly. His prick jerked in spasms inside Wilma's mouth then exploded. Hot semen came gushing up the length of his iron, splattering out all over the inside of Wilma's mouth and throat. She worked her mouth up and down madly top it, sucking up a storm. She licked out eagerly at the sticky semen being spilled over her tongue.
"Mmmmmnnn! Ooohhh!" She moaned with pleasure as her pussy exploded. Her clit button was quivering in spasms beneath her rubbing thumb. Her fingers were plunging clear up inside her cunt.
"Oh, baby! Suck me! Oh, it's good! Ooohhh!" Donald bounced up and down on the bed, literally fucking Wilma's mouth. His hot peter-flesh rubbed back and forth between her lips as semen came spurting out his piss-slit. "Uuunnnngggghhh!"
Wilma swallowed his cum eagerly until he collapsed down on the bed, writhing, and forced her head away from his peter.
"Oh, baby, that was good! What a way to wake up to go to work."
Wilma licked his sticky semen from her lips and smiled at him. Lying down beside him, she closed her eyes, her happy smile still covering her face. She couldn't get over how much she loved this big man's body.
She was asleep almost as fast as her head hit the pillow. She did not even hear Donald get up to dress and leave the bedroom. She was dreaming about Michael.
Donald walked into the kitchen at the very moment that Petie returned from work.
"Hi, Dad! Where's Mom?"
"Your Mom's in bed honey, taking a little nap before supper. Why don't you go in and wake her up?"
Petie tossed his cap down onto the table and started to leave the room. His father grabbed him by the arm and held him back.
"Why don't you surprise her?" Donald asked. "Take off all your clothes." A mischievous twinkle was in Donald's eyes as he uttered the suggestion.
"Yeahhh," Petie said. "Maybe she'll let me ... you know?"
"I know," Donald said. "Why don't you go ahead and try it? Maybe she'll let you do it. Take off your clothes and surprise her."
Donald's prick jerked back up into erection just at the thought of Petie naked, surprising his wife as she recovered from the blow job she had given him.
Petie ran into the living room and shucked off all his clothes, tossing them onto the sofa. His father came in and grinned as he watched his son hook his thumbs in his briefs and strip them down his legs. Petie's dick was already half-hard, and his father beamed with approval.
Petie reached down and flicked his prick a few times to get it even stiffer. He headed for the bedroom, his tight butt quivering as he walked. Donald sat down in a chair to listen.
Petie crept up slowly to the bed, careful not to make any noise as he eyeballed Wilma's naked body before him. Her nightie had pulled clear up over her breasts and they were spilled out into view. He could see everything she had from the nipples on her tits down to her cunny which was spread open before him. Her legs were spread eagled on the bed.
Petie reached out slowly, his fingers trembling with excitement. He brushed his fingertips against his stepmother's tits.
Wilma moaned softly in her sleep and rolled her head around toward Petie, but her eyes remained closed. Petie drew his fingers down slowly, just barely brushing them against her smooth feminine skin. His fingers came clear down past her navel, then down into her pubic hairs. He ran them around, feeling her coarse hairs beneath his hand.
"Aaahhh!" Wilma moaned again as Petie's fingers drew down into her cunny crack. He spread her pussy lips open so he could eyeball the moist pink interior of her cunt.
Petie crawled right up between her legs, remembering what his father had done to her that morning. He worked himself into a position where his genital-packed groin was hovering directly above her pussy. His cock quivered with excitement as he thought of what he was about to do.
Lowering himself slowly, he allowed his dickhead to rub around inside her pubic hairs. He moaned at how good it felt to have her coarse pubic hairs rubbing against his sensitive peter skin.
Petie lowered himself a little farther, supporting himself with one arm while his free hand reached up and aimed his prick down at her waiting snatch. His big dong throbbed hotly against his trembling fingers. He pressed down slowly, forcing his dick in between her two cunny lips.
Wilma twitched in her sleep as the head of the boy's peter popped down into her snatch.
"Ooohhh! Ah, gee!" Petie said. He could scarcely believe how good it felt having his peterhead pushing down into a hot feminine cunthole. He continued to press down, slowly forcing his pulsing peter to slide into Wilma's tight, squeezing cunt. Her hot pussy pressed out on all sides of his throbbing hard-on.
"Ooohhh!" Petie said. "Oh, wow!" His whole body was trembling with excitement at how good it felt.
Wilma moaned louder and rolled her head slowly on the pillow, then opened her eyes. When she found herself staring up into Petie's face as he drove his huge erection down inside her cunt, she gasped with surprise.
"Petie! What are you doing? Ohhh, Petie!" Wilma moaned, and her legs trembled as she felt the boy's prick plunging into her cunt.
Petie pressed down farther and farther until nis erection was halfway inside her steamingly eager cunt.
"Petie, what are you doing?"
"I want to fuck ya," Petie said. "Let me fuck a! Ooohhh! Man, it feels good."
"Oh, Petie, you shouldn't do this! Oh! Vaahhh!" Wilma closed her eyes and gasped as Petie plunged on down until he was driving his nuts right down against her. His hard cock was all the way inside her, throbbing hotly against her sensitive pussy walls.
"What do I do now?" Petie asked.
"Oh, Honey! Push it in and out, Honey, like your daddy showed with your finger. Oh, Honey! Ohhh!" She gasped again and again as the boy began to move his hips rhythmically, working his big hot hard-on in and out of her aching snatch.
Outside the door Donald listened with delight as his youngest boy drove his pecker in and out of Wilma's cunt.
"Oh! Ungh! Ungh!" Petie gasped. "Oh, it feels good!"
"Faster, Honey!" Wilma told him. "Do it faster!"
Petie began bucking wildly atop her naked body, working his erection in and out of her cunt. His quivering prick grew harder and longer and jerked in violent spasms against her pussy walls.
"Yes, Petie, yes! I can feel it inside me! Oh, Honey, you're so big and hard!"
"Aw, man," Petie said, "I wanna do this all the time! It feels great!
He humped even faster, working his prick in and out of Wilma's cunt. His hard-on made wet squishy noises as it pumped up and down inside her sperm-filled crack in the offering his father had placed there only a short time before.
"Oh, Petie!" Wilma cried. "I can really feel your hard pecker! Oh, yes, do it to me. Honey! DO IT TO ME!"
"Oh! Oh--I--Ohhh!" Petie moaned, driving his hard-on in and out of her wet clutching snatch.
Outside the door, Donald's prick was beginning to harden up inside his pants as he listened to his wife and son fuck away in the bedroom only a few feet from where he was sitting. Reaching down he unzipped his pants, undid his belt, and spread his fly open. He hooked his thumbs inside his trousers and briefs, then, raising up, peeled them down his legs. He wrapped his fingers around his big throbbing hard-on and proceeded to whack off while Petie was fucking Wilma's lustful body.
"Ungh! Ungh!" Petie was grunting louder and louder. "Ooohhh!"
'F-faster, Petie! H-harder! Fuck me! OOOHHH!"
Wilma raised her whole body up off the bed, driving her cunt all the way around Petie's big man stem, embedding it to the hilt inside her. Her orgasm was shattering through her body. Petie's throbbing penis was jerking right against her clitoris and the sensations it was creating in her were beautiful beyond belief.
"Oh! Oooohhh, Petie!" Wilma cried out loudly.
Petie gasped, then hollered with joy. His whole youthful body went rigid as the iron rod he was poking into her cunt. Wilma knew the boy was about to cum to send his sticky semen splattering inside her pussy.
Squeezing her pussy muscles hard, she gripped his peter firmly with her cunny lips and milked at it as hard as she could while Petie drove it in and out desperately inside her hot wet hole.
"Oh!" The boy's peter gave a violent jerk. Wilma could feel it the rippling sensation caused by his semen rising up through his cock-stem. "Ooohhh!" Petie moaned again. A sudden wet sensation hit the inside of Wilma's cunny. She knew that the first spurt of the boy's semen had shot out of his dick and into her cunt.
"Ooohhh!" Petie's prick jerked in violent spasms as it milked up his peter juice. For the first time in his young life he was cumming inside a woman's cunt. He was enjoying every moment of it.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!! ! " The two moaned in unison as they fucked wildly atop the bed. Petie's dick shot out one glob of semen after another into Wilma's cunt-hole. He was shooting forth every drop of steaming cream his young male body could offer. When at last his peter was drained, he collapsed atop Wilma, smothering her with kisses and grinding his hard body down against hers.
"Oh, it was great!" he said. "I wanna do it all the time!"
Gently Wilma pried the boy off and rolled him down onto the bed beside her.
"Will you let me do it tomorrow, too?" he asked.
"We'll see, Petie," Wilma said. She felt guilty about the young man fucking her, yet he had climbed atop her in her sleep, sticking it in without her permission.
Wilma looked up and gasped. Donald was standing there in the doorway watching. How long had he been there? She had no way of knowing, but judging by the big grin on his face, he had evidently been there long enough to have seen what she and his son were doing together.
He said nothing, but just grinned.
"Donald!" Wilma said from the bed.
"Yeah, that's my name," Donald said. He looked at Petie.
"Oh, Dad, it was great," Petie said. "She really let me fuck her!"
The front door banged, and Wilma cringed on the bed, knowing Michael was home. She didn't want the older boy to see her like this, his brother's still warm sperm still trickling down from her cunny. Not at any cost!
Jumping up from bed she moved away from Petie and toward Donald and the doorway.
"I I have to get supper ready, honey," Wilma said. "Please, Donald!"
Reaching down, Donald grasped her right breast and caressed it through her nightie. "So you liked that, huh, son?" Donald asked Petie who was still on the bed.
"Oh, yeah, Dad, I wanna do it to her all the time. Every day. It's great."
"Did she suck you any?"
"Donald! Shhh!" Wilma said. "Michael's home."
"She didn't suck me this time, Dad, but I hope she's going to the next time."
"Ohhh!" Wilma was indignant. She couldn't believe this was happening. She could scarcely believe that she had allowed Petie to fuck her, but then she had been half-asleep when he had started. He had already been inside her and half way finished when she had finally completely awakened. It wasn't completely her fault.
She brushed on past Donald and hurried into the kitchen. Michael glanced down at her between her legs to where her bushy cunt was exposed.
Blushing with embarrassment, Wilma hurriedly began preparing supper. She wondered what Michael would think of her if he knew that right at this very moment his brother's sperm was up inside her pussy. She had deflowered Petie, a young man who scarcely even knew what sex was. She gave a little shiver when she thought about her surprise when opening her eyes she had found Petie atop her driving his hard peter in her pussy.
For all Wilma knew, Donald might have even put the boy up to it. It certainly wouldn't have surprised her. She gave a little shiver as she realized that now Petie was going to want to fuck her all the time, and she knew, too, that he wouldn't rest until he knew what it was like to have his big cock sucked. Her pussy was still tingling from its encounter with hot young male prick.
Donald and Petie came trailing into the room. Donald's hard-on was sticking out inside his pants as obvious as it could be. So here they were again, the four of them, and Wilma's naked body was the focal point in the kitchen.
Blushing, Wilma grabbed an apron and tied it around herself to hide as much of her nakedness as possible from view. The apron successfully hid her cunt, and even most of her big, feminine breasts, but her rear end was still exposed, and bounced around to the fascination of the two boys and their father. The three males, even Michael, sat down around the table and eyeballed her as she moved around, her naked legs and butt being flaunted before their eyes.
Michael, however much he might orally disapprove of his new stepmother, seemed even more excited than his younger brother at watching her assets being thus displayed.
God help me, Wilma thought, as she felt the three pairs of eyes staring at her naked behind. I could get screwed to death in this house.
The truth in that thought was not long in making itself apparent. After supper, with only a few short hours to kill before he must return to work, Donald was obviously interested in getting in one last fuck for the day. He scarcely allowed Wilma the time to scoop up the dirty dishes and pile them on the sink.
"Oh, Donald," she said, but she did not protest as he led her off toward their bedroom.
He didn't even bother to close the door, but led her firmly to the bed and pressed her down atop it.
"Oh, Donald!"
He was peeling off his clothes in record time. In less than thirty seconds he was stark naked and climbing atop her on the bed.
CHAPTER NINE
"The door, Donald," Wilma said.
Donald was too excited to worry about closing the door. His hard peter was jerking in spasms above his sperm-filled ball-sac. The veins in its sides were pulsing madly. Hot pre-cum juice was dripping down from the pee hole in the end of his erection.
He maneuvered himself into position so that his hard-on was aimed straight down at Wilma's snatch, then pressed lower.
"Oooohhh!" Wilma gasped as she felt her husband's hot swollen peter pushing its way down inside her. His big dick pushed apart the lips of her pussy as it wormed its way down. She moaned with delight as she felt his smooth-skinned shaft pressing out on all sides of her aching cunt.
He shoved down until it was buried completely inside her, then jerked at the muscles in the base of it to make her squeal with delight.
"Oh! Oh, Donald! Uuummmnnn!"
Donald began raising up, drawing out his huge hard-on until it was half way out of her pussy, then plunged down again.
"Ooohhh! Aaagghhh!! ! " The two of them moaned in unison.
Outside the door Petie and Michael stood, their eyes lighting up. They looked at one another, then looked at the open doorway. It was a repeat of the performance of the evening before, except that this time there wasn't even the thickness of the door to muffle the excited sounds their father and stepmother were making.
Their big dongs sprang up hard between their legs.
"Oh! Oh, Donald! Ah, it's so hard!" Wilma could feel every inch of her pussy tube being filled up by her husband's gigantic hard-on he worked it in and out.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Fuck me! Screw me!"
Again and again he rose and fell atop her, driving his hard-on to ever new depths, screwing her for all she was worth.
"Ohhh!" The two boys outside the door began handling their aching fuck tools, pulling the skin up and down over their peterheads. They masturbated in a frenzy of excitement as they listened to their father and stepmother fuck in the bedroom.
"Oh, listen to 'em," Petie said. "Are you gonna fuck her too, Michael?"
Michael stared at his younger brother. "Don't be silly," he said.
"Why not? She-likes it. She let me fuck her," Petie said.
Michael's eyes grew wide and his hand froze around his hard throbbing peter.
"She did!" Petie said. "Right before you came home she let me fuck her."
"You're lyin'! " Michael said.
"No, and Dad knows it, too. He was listenin' right outside the door just like we're listenin' right now."
"Come on, Petie!"
"It's true," Petie said. "She was in bed naked and I took off all my clothes and got up on her and stuck it in, just like Dad's doin'. "
"Petie!"
"I did, Michael. And when she woke up, she didn't stop me or anything. She-likes it."
"You really stuck it IN her?" Michael asked. His hand was suddenly moving on his prick again, pulling his foreskin up over his peterhead then down off it again and again.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" The sounds coming from the bedroom were growing more and more excited. The two boys' hands were now whacking up and down on their pricks as fast as they could go.
"Oh, I wish we could see 'em," Michael said.
"You can watch me fuck her tonight," Petie said. "I'm gonna do it to her again, and I want her to suck me, too. I wanna know what it feels like."
"She'll never do that."
Petie just shook his head. "She will. I just know she will. Come on, Michael, let's look."
The half-open door was too much of a temptation for the two boys. Petie crept up to the edge of it and peaked around.
"Ohhh, they're really doin' it, Michael," he whispered. "Oh, you ought to see this."
Michael's hard-on was throbbing violently between his squeezing fingers. He crept up beside his brother, whacking his fist up and down again and again. The sound of his jacking off made a steady popping drone in the living room. He peeked around cautiously. "Oh, gosh," he said, "Oh, Petie, look at 'em."
"I know," Petie said, "and now I know what it feels like, too. Oh, Michael, I love it. It's a lot better than playin' with yourself like this."
"Oh! Ah, Donald! Uuuummmnnn!" Wilma was grunting like an animal, bucking up and down on the bed. Her tight squeezing pussy Ups were sliding up and down over the length of Donald's erection, and the boys had a clear view of every hair down between both her and their father's legs. They could see everything.
"Ah, Honey! Oh, it's buildin' up!"
"Listen," Petie said. "He's gonna shoot it out right inside her, right where I did it just a little while ago."
"Ohhh!" Michael moaned.
Petie stared down at his brother's prick. "You're gonna shoot it out too, aren't you, Michael?"
Inside the bedroom Wilma and Donald groaned louder as they grew closer to the point of orgasm.
"Oh, baby!" Donald's whole body stiffened atop Wilma. His huge prick throbbed inside her cunt, then began cutting loose with huge spurts of steaming semen. "Aaagghhh!"
Wilma, her eyes wide, pushed up her butt. She slid her cunt to the very base of Donald's prick until his balls were pressed between her legs. Her whole body shook as her orgasm rocked out from her cunt.
"Uuuummmmmppppphhhhh!" Michael gasped and his hand whacked up and down on his peter so fast that it appeared as a blur around his stem. Hot peter juice shot out his prick, splattered down, and hit the floor between his feet.
Petie too frigged desperately, but after just having shot a load of semen into Wilma's cunt, only a small drop of moisture appeared at his pee hole.
"Nnngggpppphhh!" Inside the bedroom their father collapsed atop Wilma as her milking cunt squeezed forth the last of his cock juice.
The two boys quickly backed away from the door as their father rolled off and landed beside her. "Aw, what a fuck!"
"Donald! I actually think you want me to fuck those two boys."
Donald just laughed. Wilma could not help but blush as she walked back out into the living room with her husband. The two boys were sitting innocently on the sofa but they had surely, she thought, overheard Donald fucking her. The tell tale traces of semen on the floor seemed to confirm that thought. It was a repeat performance of the night before, the two boys outside masturbating while she serviced her husband.
Michael had his hands folded in his lap and Wilma knew he was hiding a bulging erection in his pants. Petie, still stark naked, was not even attempting to hid his excited genitals. His little prick was quivering up hard and red above his twenty-one-year-old balls.
The two boys looked so cute sitting there that Wilma wanted to eat them alive in spite of her embarrassment. She could still scarcely believe that Petie had actually fucked her. She stared at his hard-on remembering what it had felt like when he had worked it in and out of her cunt. She could not help but wonder how it would feel to have Michael bucking atop her, worming his erection into the depths of her twat.
Of one thing Wilma was certain; at the rate things were going it might not be long before she found out. She gave a little shiver at the thought.
Petie suddenly jumped up. "I'm gonna take a bath," he said. He grinned at Wilma as though he had some secret plan in mind, then trotted from the room, his naked buns bouncing.
Donald laughed. "That kid! He's up to something, I can tell."
Donald glanced down at his watch. "Shit, I might as well get off to work. I'll have a couple of beers with the boys before our shift begins."
Wilma hurried off to the kitchen to prepare his lunch. The dishes stood there waiting for her as she prepared it. She had not even had time to do them with Donald pulling her off to the bedroom as soon as they had finished eating.
She put together a huge lunch two sandwiches, a couple of cupcakes, and a banana, then Donald was there beside her, taking it, pecking a kiss on her lips, then heading on out the door.
Wilma turned around, alone again with her two young stepsons and wondered what this night would have in store. She could already hear water running in the bathroom. Petie had left the door wide open and was splashing around noisily. Wilma knew what the boy wanted. He wanted her to go in there and see him taking his bath.
Michael came dragging into the kitchen to get a drink of water. He cast a sly glance at Wilma's exposed cunt beneath the nightie. His eyes were shining. The bulge in the front of his pants was big enough so that Wilma knew he wasn't completely soft down there between his legs. She wondered what the boy would say if she reached out, grasped his bulge with her fingers, and squeezed it. He'd probably yelp and accuse her of all sort of things.
In order to reach the bathroom, she had to pass right by where Michael was once again sitting on the sofa. Michael looked up at her, his eyes wide. He stared with disbelief as she walked right into the bathroom where his brother was naked in the tub.
Petie looked up at Wilma and grinned when she walked inside the bathroom. His naked body gleamed in the light. It was wet and covered with a film of soap and water. His prick was rock hard, red and throbbing. She suddenly felt embarrassed and searched for some excuse for having come in upon him like this. All the while, though, her eyes were riveted in on his prick, fascinated.
"Turn around, Petie," she said, "and I'll wash your back."
The boy grinned as though he knew that was far from the reason she had come in here like this, but he turned around obediently.
He laughed as her hands worked up and down. Wilma's heart pounded harder. The tingling in her pussy began and grew stronger the more she touched the naked boy before her. What was wrong with her? How could young Petie turn her on like this?
The wash cloth fell down into the water, but Wilma didn't bother to retrieve it. Instead, she began running her fingers over the boy's soapy backside, moving lower and lower to his two firm buns.
He giggled as her fingers began running over his butt, soaping up his ass-cheeks. She drew her soapy fingers all around his round buns, then slowly pulled them open, exploring every nook and cranny of his exposed backside.
Petie gasped as she drew her fingers right down inside her asscrack. "Ooohhh!"
"Aaahhh!" Petie squealed loudly as the end of her finger worked its way up inside his butt. Trembling, he spread his legs, and Wilma's other hand came working its way up them, caressing them lightly, then came right on up to his soap-slippery balls. She began fondling them.
Michael straightened up on the sofa outside the bathroom, cocking his ears toward the bathroom door from where his brother's squeals were coming. He got up and crept quietly to the door. His eyes went wide when he saw what was happening inside.
Wilma was working the index finger of one hand right up inside his brother's butt. Her other hand was wrapped around his brother's body, playing with his soapy genitals.
"What are ya doin'! " he exclaimed.
Wilma looked up.
"You're playin' with him!"
Wilma's hand froze around Petie's hard-on and he gasped with delight at the squeezing pressure of her fingers. "Oh! Ah, it feels good," he said. "Keep wiggling your finger in my butt."
"I don't believe it," Michael said. "If Dad could see you oh!" He stormed from the bathroom, his face red, his whole body shaking.
Wilma moaned with despair. She'd been caught right in the act.
"Aw, gee, just because Michael caught us. Why can't he mind his own business? It really felt good."
Wilma forced a smile at the boy.
"Aren't you gonna dry me off?" Petie asked.
"All right, Petie, get down in the tub and rinse off first," she told him. She was shaking, so much had Michael's sudden appearance upset her. She could still scarcely believe that she'd allowed herself to be caught in the act like that. She had actually been masturbating Petie when Michael had caught her. There was no way to explain her way out of it. It was one thing to soap down the young man's back, another to play with his butt and actually stick her finger up inside it, and still another to be lathering up his excited genitals. Yet, only a few short hours before, Petie had been humping atop her, fucking her. Nothing could be worse than that.
She moaned with despair, realizing that now her chances of smoothing things over between her and Michael were so remote as to be all but impossible. Michael could never forgive her for this, and if he found out, he could never but never forgive her for fucking his younger brother. Wilma knew that Petie was bound to tell him she'd let him fuck her.
Petie sat down in the tub and Wilma splashed water over his soapy body. He grinned as he stared down at his red, throbbing hard-on. He jerked the muscles in the base of it to make it bounce around. Standing up and facing her, his hard instrument stuck out like a proud soldier, the veins in the side of it pulsing madly.
Petie pulled the plug and stepped outside the tub onto the bath mat so Wilma could dry him off. He kept jerking the muscles in his prick as she rubbed the towel up and down over his wet naked skin. She dried every square inch of his back, his arms, his legs, even his butt. Then there was only one spot left on his body. She brought the towel slowly up between his legs and pressed it against his excited genitals to blot them dry.
Petie moaned with delight and began moving his hips, working his hard-on in and out of the folds of the towel in a fucking motion. Wilma could not help but smile. She brought the towel away and hung it on a hook.
"Okay, Petie," she said, "now get into your pajamas."
"I still don't have my bottoms," Petie said, "You never did sew the buttons on, did you?"
"No, but put on your top."
"I don't ever want to wear the bottoms again," Petie said. "I like runnin' around naked."
"Well, it's not right, Petie."
"Dad says it's okay."
Wilma moaned in desperation. It was a losing battle.
CHAPTER TEN
Petie came out of the bathroom after her, and when he saw her looking at Michael's closed bedroom door, he grinned. "I bet Michael's in there playin' with himself," he said.
"Petie!" Wilma said. "No, he's just mad!"
"Why should he be mad?"
"Because he saw me washing you like that."
"He's just jealous," Petie said. "Don't pay any attention to him," He reached out and placed a hand on Wilma's butt. Wilma brushed it away gently.
When bedtime came, Wilma sent Petie off to his own and Michael's bedroom, but soon found out that Michael had locked the door. No amount of knocking or pleading would make him open it. The net result was that Petie did, indeed, again end up in Wilma's bed that night. She found herself climbing into bed with him, him still only in his pajama tops, his prick half hard, an indication of what was to follow.
"I wish Michael hadn't come in on us in the bathroom," Petie said.
Wilma smiled.
"I was hopin' you were gonna do somethin', " Petie said.
"What's that, Petie?"
"You know, what you do to Dad?" .
Wilma knew very well what he meant. He thought she would suck his cock. She pretended innocence, however. "Do what, Petie?"
"Oh, you know, with your mouth?"
I'll
Wilma looked down to where Petie's hard-on was throbbing.
"Would you do it to me?" he asked. "Please? I want to know what it feels like."
Wilma was having to fight to keep from moving her hand out and fingering the boy's erection. He got up on his knees in bed and moved right up to her so that his pounding erection was hovering right above her face.
"Please do it to me?" he begged. "Please?"
Wilma closed her eyes, fighting her desires to suck this young man's prick, knowing she should not, yet wanting to so badly that it almost hurt.
Petie took advantage of her closed eyes to lean forward so that the end of his hard-on brushed against her cheek. It jerked in spasms at the contact. Wilma felt the boy's penis rubbing against her face, but said nothing. Her heart pounded as he drew it down her cheek slowly, right toward her mouth. Her lips parted, presenting the boy with an opening in which to insert his erection.
He moaned in anticipation as he brought the bulbous tip of his penis right down to her lips and pushed, putting it inside her mouth.
Outside the bedroom door, down on his hands and knees, Michael was peering through the keyhole. His eyes bugged out with excitement at what he was seeing. He stood up quickly, pushed down his pajama bottoms, stepped out of them, then knelt back down and began fondling his prick as he peered back through the keyhole.
"Oh, gee," he moaned softly, as he watched his younger brother's penis slip into Wilma's mouth. He began frigging his cock rapidly, whipping his hand up and down, popping his loose outer foreskin up and down over his dickhead.
"Ooohhh!" Petie moaned as he felt Wilma's tongue moving over his erection. She was licking it as it stuck inside her mouth. At the same time she began sucking and the boy cooed with pleasure. "Oh, it feels good," he said. "Ohhh!"
Wilma moaned and opened her eyes as she mouthed Petie's hard-on. Her hands began moving over the boy's naked legs. She helped him maneuver into position so that he was straddling her head with his prick stuck down inside her mouth. Her hands roamed up and down his naked legs and backside.
"Oh, it feels good," he said, gasping in reaction to how good it felt having a suction enveloping his entire pulsing dong. He felt her hot, wet tongue slapping out in all directions, working over every square inch of his hard peter.
"Aaahhh! Ohhh, yeah!" Petie gasped with delight.
Wilma worked her tongue all over his wienie, savoring the flavor of his throbbing male prick. She sucked it hard, but was careful not to create any sensations save the most pleasureful in the length of his stem, knowing how sensitive this delicate portion of his anatomy could be.
Petie began moving his hips almost automatically, working his hard erection in and out of Wilma's mouth. Her lips clamped down tightly on his peter, clinging to the flesh, allowing the hard inner shaft of his hard-on to slide in and out of its own sheath of skin. Never had she tasted such delicious cock. The strong flavor of Donald's hard-on was completely missing and was replaced by the delicate taste of Petie's prick.
"Aaaahhh! Ohhh, yeah! Suck me!" Petie was whimpering with delight.
Outside the door a steady popping noise was filling the air as Michael jerked off desperately. He stared fascinated at the sight of his brother getting a blow job on the other side of the door.
The juices were oozing out his peter and coating his fingers as he worked them up and down. "Ohhh, suck him! Blow him!" he said softly. "Oh, it feels good!" He mentally placed himself in Petie's position and imagined that it was his hard-on their stepmother was mouthing and not his younger brother's.
She sucked long and hard and used her lips to push and pull on the boy's erection to milk up even more of his sticky offering. The more she sucked him, the more he whimpered with delight. He could not keep still above her. His body was squirming uncontrollably. His naked legs trembled around her face. His big red hard-on jerked in spasms inside her mouth as she worked away at it with her mouth and tongue and lips. The powerful vacuum she was creating with her mouth was literally pulling at the skin of his dick.
The way the boy was whimpering and thrashing above her, Wilma knew it would not be long before he came, sending a stringy jet of cum flying into her mouth and throat.
"Ohhh, it's buildin' up," Petie said. "Ahhh, it's gonna cum out! It's gonna cum out in your mouth."
Wilma pushed her mouth down around the very base of the boy's prick until her lips were pressed against his balls. Her hot tongue pushed out against the sensitive underneath side of his prick, and she intensified the sucking action of her mouth.
Petie was writhing in an agony of excitement atop her. His prick convulsed violently inside her mouth, then ripples of semen came shooting up through its length.
Wilma moaned with delight as the first wet globs of Petie's cum came splattering out onto her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Outside the door, Michael was whimpering uncontrollably. His hand was whizzing up and down the length of his peter stem, milking up spurts of cum which were splattering all over the door in front of him and down atop his naked legs and onto the floor. His hot semen was shooting everywhere.
"Ooohhhhhhh!" Petie's whole body shook in orgasm. He was cumming beautifully, shooting out his dribbles of semen into Wilma's mouth. He gasped with delight as he felt her tongue whirling around his peter and felt the suction of her mouth vacuuming up his precious man fluids. She was sucking him dry. Her mouth and tongue and lips were milking his pulsing dick like the teat of a cow.
When the last of his sticky cum had dribbled out into her mouth, Wilma pulled back, released his cock, then licked it clean.
"Aaahhh!" Petie collapsed on the bed beside her, completely drained, a look of ecstasy on his face. "Oh, I loved it," he said. "Aaahhh! Nothin's ever felt so good."
Wilma licked her lips of every last trace of the young man's semen. She laid down beside Petie and allowed him to cuddle up to her, like a little teddy bear.
Outside the door Michael was pulling up his pajama bottoms around his cum-drained hard-on. He pulled a wad of Kleenex from his pocket and wiped up his blotches of semen from the floor and door and then headed back for his bedroom on wobbly legs.
Petie reached down and fingered his aching hard-on, still feeling the wetness of Wilma's saliva. With his other hand, he reached over and began touching her cunt, running his fingers around in her pubic hairs.
His prick was as hard as ever. He was at that age when he had a constant boner, and sex was all he could think about, having only just discovered how pleasureful it could be.
"W-will you suck me like that every day?" he asked.
Wilma smiled.
"I love it," he said. "I love fuckin' you, too." He stared down at her cunt with wide excited eyes. "Can I fuck you now?"
Petie! You shouldn't talk like that," Wilma said.
Petie, however, was already in the process of climbing atop her and maneuvering himself into position so that his hard red cock was hovering above her cock-hungry cunt. He lowered his midsection, worming the head of V his peter down into her pussy-slit.
"Ohhh!" he said. "Ah, it feels good when I stick it in." His hard-on was throbbing hotly against Wilma's clitoris, making her writhe with excitement beneath him. She spread her legs wide, splaying open her cunt to the descent of his hard, quivering, oozing prick. Petie plunged down, driving it hard into her. "Oh!" Wilma gasped. "Ahhh, Petie!"
Wilma knew she was in for a good long fuck because the boy had just shot his load and would be able to keep going atop her for at least half an hour before he could work up another orgasm, if not longer.
She moaned with pleasure as the boy worked atop her, making his cock rub back and forth against her clit. She felt it push at the walls of her hot pussy as he humped desperately atop her. His naked twenty-one-year-old body gleamed with .perspiration.
"Aw, gee!" Petie gasped. He couldn't get enough of her hot cunt. His peter was oozing again as he worked away, shoving it in and out.
"Ohhh, Petie! You're so big," Wilma said. She could scarcely believe that this young man could possess such a huge tool. It was every bit as big as his father's, and, even better, Petie used every inch of it expertly. The fuck she was receiving was every bit as pleasurable as any fuck Donald had given her.
"Uuummmppphhh! P-Petie! You're so big and hard! Nnnggghhh!"
Petie moaned. "Aw, Mom!" He plunged down again and again, working his hard-on ever deeper. His prick seemed to stiffen up and grow longer and harder inside her. He worked it expertly in and out of her hot wet pussy-hole, fucking as though his life depended on it.
Their loud cries of pleasure filled the room and drifted out through the house. Michael, in his bedroom, perked up and uttered a moan of disbelief that they could still be at it. He hurried back through the house and jumped down in front of the keyhole, but his momentum sent him crashing through the door and he went flying into the bedroom.
Wilma and Petie snapped their heads around and stared at him. A deep blush flooded Wilma's face.
"Michael!" Petie said. "Ooohhh!" He groaned. Wilma's cunt was squeezing hard around his prick, creating unbelievably good sensations as she squirmed beneath him after learning that Michael was in the bedroom and could see everything.
Michael got up red-faced, his hard-on sticking up in his pajamas, making a huge bulge. He stared wide-eyed at the sight on the bed.
"S-see, Michael," Petie said. "I told you I f-fucked her! She's lettin' me do it again!"
Wilma wanted to die with embarrassment. She was caught red-handed in the act for the second time that evening. First Michael had caught her soaping up Petie's genitals and working her finger in his butt-hole, and now he had caught her allowing the boy to fuck her.
Wilma looked at the boy with an anguished expression, but he was not looking at her face. He was looking down between her legs to where Petie's erection was burrowed down into her twat.
"Oh, man, Michael, and she sucked me, too! Aw, gee, I don't know which is best! I like both of 'em! Sh-she really does it to me!"
Michael stammered, but no words would come from his mouth. He could scarcely believe it. Not only had Petie succeeded in getting Wilma to masturbate him in the bathroom, but she had sucked him off and was letting him fuck her for the second time that day. He could scarcely believe how horny his brother and stepmother were, yet he, too, had spilled so many loads of semen in the past twenty-four hours that he had lost count.
"Come on, Michael, you can fuck her when I get through. Oh, gosh, it's startin' to build up. Oh! Ooohhh!" Petie was humping up and down, working his erection in and out of Wilma's cunt, proud to be doing it in front of his brother.
"OOOHHH! It's cummin!! " Petie shouted. "It's cummin', Michael! Aaaggghhh!" His whole body quivered violently and his prick jerked in spasms inside Wilma's cunt as a tiny trickle of hot cum came dribbling up through his penis and oozed out into her cunt. It was a meek offering, but one that drained his young balls completely.
Petie plunged down atop Wilma as though trying to burrow his body into her own as his orgasm surged throughout his thrashing limbs.
Wilma convulsed in spasms beneath him, unable to control herself as her own orgasm ripped through her body before Michael's eyes. At last Petie collapsed atop her, then rolled off, his hard-on flopping out into view and smacking hard and red up against his belly.
There was a big wet spot in the front of Michael's pajamas. Wilma knew the boy must have shot his load while just watching her and Petie fucking on the bed.
Michael's blush remained deep on his face. He turned, staggered from the room, and actually bumped against the doorframe as though completely drained of all his strength.
Wilma lay beside Petie in bed, thinking over the events which had taken place since she had arrived in the house as Donald's wife. Petie was snuggled up to her in bed and it felt oozy laying there naked with him like this, the lower portions of their bodies bare.
She thought of poor Michael and how she had been embarrassing him every waking moment since her arrival allowing him to see her cunny allowing him to watch Donald drive his hard-on up inside her pussy having him catch her playing with his younger brother in the tub, then having him catch her actually fucking poor Petie...
She gave a little moan as she remembered how big the bulge in Michael's pajama bottoms had been as he had stood there in the bedroom watching Petie hump atop her. She could visualize the shape of his penis in his pajama bottoms, and the memory made her pussy tingle with delight. In an almost automatic motion her hand snaked down her naked body beneath the covers and her fingers began running through her cunt hairs as she lay there beside Petie thinking about the boy's older brother.
There was no way that Wilma could deny the fact that she wanted Michael badly, though she had not even yet seen the boy's cock. Her curiosity as to how it looked and how long it was, was killing her. She moaned as her fingers worked down into her pussy crevice. Her thumb began rubbing up and down against her clit button, causing pulsing sensations to shoot out in all directions from that little focal point of pleasure.
The memory of how Michael had stood there, his cock throbbing hard down in his pajama bottoms was more exciting that she could have ever believed. When she thought of how he had reached orgasm without even touching his prick while watching Petie fuck her on the bed, it made her fingers dart in and out of her pussy hole as she rubbed up her clit. She could still see the big stain of wet cum in the front of Michael's pajamas after he had shot his load.
"Ohhh, Michael!" She moaned the boy's name softly. How much she desired to pull down Michael's pajama bottoms and have his cock and balls exposed to her view. How much she wanted to reach out and run her fingers over the length of his erection, hardening it up completely.
She fingered her clitoris and her cunt far into the night, masturbating up a storm as she lay trembling beside Petie. Her cunny exploded into orgasm at least three times and she sobbed with delight at how good it felt.
All the while she was thinking of Michael and the pulsing dong he must have down between his legs. She imagined how it would feel to touch it, to caress it, to take it in between her lips and lick and suck it, and, best of all, to have the boy climb atop her and drive every inch of his hard wiener down inside her pussy-hole.
When she did fall asleep, it was to dream of Michael. She dreamed she was in the shower with the boy and that they were both naked. She was soaping down his body, running her fingers all over his naked wet-down skin. She could almost feel the hardness of his prick in her dream as she soaped it up and down masturbating it with her fingers. She tugged the foreskin on and off his bulbous peterhead until he was cooing with delight.....
"Ohhh!" Wilma awoke with a start. The morning sunlight was flooding in through the window, but it was not that which had awakened her. It was Petie, climbing atop her, determined to get in a morning fuck before his father returned and before they had to get up for breakfast.
"Oh, Petie!" His quivering dong was quivering hard and red and he was holding it in his fingers, squeezing it and working the skin up and down as he maneuvered himself into position. Wilma moaned as she felt the boy's peterhead pushing down in between her cunny lips. He pushed steadily until he had worked every inch of his hard throbbing meat inside her twat.
Wilma wrapped her arms around the boy, placing her hands on his butt. She ran her fingers over his bare ass-cheeks as he bucked atop her.
Petie moaned as her fingers separated his butt-cheeks, pulling them apart and working there way down inside. "Ohhh!" He gasped when the tip of her index finger probed against his sensitive butt hole.
Wilma fingered the young man's anus, and exerted more and more pressure until the end of her fingertip was pushing right down inside his butt.
"Oh! Ah, gee!" Petie's cock jerked in spasms down inside her cunt. She could feel every inch of his erection hot and hard down inside her, pulsing like a living thing.
Wilma moaned with delight and worked her finger even farther down inside the boy's butt. Her other hand moved off his back and came up between their bodies, down to where his erection was quivering in her pussy. She began fondling his balls as the young mar-humped up and down, working his peter in and out of her fuck hole.
"Oh, Petie, you're so big and hard. Ahhh!" Her finger worked its was down into his butt to the second knuckle. The boy was whimpering with joy. He bobbed up and down over her naked body desperately, his hard-on quivering on the brink of orgasm. With each and every thrust it was rubbing back and forth over her clitoris, making Wilma squeal with delight.
"Ooohhh!! ! " Petie's cock erupted like a little fountain inside her cunt. She could feel his hot semen splattering out into the inside of her pussy. Her clitoris tingled in orgasm, sending pleasurable sensations shooting out in all directions from her cunny.
"Oh, Petie! Oooohhh." She could scarcely believe the intensity of the sensations this young man was capable of arousing in her body. She was experiencing an orgasm every bit as pleasurable as any Donald had caused her.
At last they collapsed, and Petie rolled off her, lying beside her, his eyes closed and a happy smile on his face. Wilma looked over at this young man lying beside her, his pajama top now unbuttoned and spread open, all hir male goodies exposed to view from hi' hairless chest to his long naked legs to the still-oozing red prick throbbing above hit balls. She could not resist the temptation tc reach out and run her fingers lovingly ove. his naked skin.
Petie looked over at her and smiled, then spread his legs to invite her caresses down there around his most-private parts. Wilma could not resist. She melted before the boy's sexiness. Her fingers moved down until they were within inches of his prick and balls, then she was touching him there. She caressed his hard red cock and worked his skin up and down its length. The boy gasped when she pulled his cockskin down as far as it would go and squeezed his prick gently. He stared up and trembled as he saw her leaning forward, her moist lips moving down, then opening up directly above his erection. Her lips pushed on down and closed over his hot cock, enveloping it in the saliva of her mouth. Her tongue began lapping out over the length of his smooth-skinned peter. At the same time that she sucked and licked his prick, she reached up and fondled his nuts.
A sticky trickle of cock juice oozed out to coat her tongue.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Wilma almost choked around her mouthful of hot peter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was Donald. He was home from work, and he had walked right into the bedroom and caught her in the act.
"Ooohhh." She wanted to die from embarrassment. She raised up quickly, allowing Petie's hard-on to flop out hard against his belly. "D-Donald!"
"I see the boy's really got you workin' on him, Honey," Donald said, grinning as he stared down at his son's saliva-streaked hard-on.
"She let me fuck her again, too. Dad," Petie said. "Ah, this is great!"
Wilma wanted to slink from the bed and hide.
"Go ahead and keep suckin' him, Honey. Don't mind me."
Blushing, Wilma sat up in bed and pulled her nightie down over her breasts. There seemed to be no end to the embarrassment she was to endure in this house. Her face as red as a beet, she avoided Donald's eyes and moved past him through the bedroom door and toward the kitchen.
Michael came dragging in as she was taking out the bacon and eggs from the refrigerator. He was in his pajamas and white-faced, appearing weaker than ever. Soon Donald and Petie were also in the kitchen, swarming around Wilma like two dogs after a bitch in heat. Their hands were all over her. Petie was actually becoming so aggressive that he was touching her down between the legs as though he owned her cunt.
Somehow Wilma managed to get through breakfast without being too openly masturbated, and without allowing one of them to insert his prick in her. She got Petie off to work, and Michael dragged off not long after him. Wilma was once again left alone with Donald and his lustful sexual appetite.
"Donald! Donald!' Wilma cried out in protest as Donald grabbed her in the kitchen and leaned down over her, forcing her atop he table. He grinned and, holding her down with one hand, her naked body lewdly displayed, he began unfastening his trousers with his other hand. The hand which was holding her down was pressed right atop her cunny, and his finger was already pushing its way inside her pussy slit, preparing the way for his big hard-on which was soon to follow. "Oh, Honey," Wilma said, moaning as his finger worked at her clitoris. He was rubbing it gently but firmly, creating delightful sensations down there between her legs. He had his pants clear, down around his ankles now and was shoving down his briefs, he stared down, all but panting at the sight his huge swollen member as it jerked up in freedom above his sperm-packed balls. His big prick was quivering and was wet and ready for action. Donald reached down, wrapped his fingers around it, and tugged the skin up and down, making his piss slit open and close before her eyes.
Wilma was drooling at the sight of it. She was all ready to drop down on her knees to push her lips over every cubic inch of his pulsing member. "Oh, stick it in me," she begged. "Fuck me. Honey. Oh, yeah." She was begging for it. She wanted him to drive it clear up inside her pussy and work it in and out. She wanted him to fuck her magnificently. What Petie had done to her that morning seemed now to have just have been an appetizer.
Donald tugged his peterskin clear down to the base of his cock and held it so that his erection was throbbing hard and stiff. He climbed right up atop the table, maneuvering himself into position atop his wife's hot feminine body.
Wilma moaned as she felt him rubbing his dickhead around in her pubic hairs. "Baby, stick it in me," she said. "Screw me. Ooohhh!" She moaned as his throbbing bulbous prickhead pushed open the entranceway to her pussy and burrowed its way down inside her. "Oh, Donald! Ahhh, yes!
"Ah, yeah, Honey! Mmmmmppphhh!" Donald gasped with delight as he felt her hot pussy femininity envelop his manhood tool. He drove down all the way, working his huge peter clear inside her. He began a slow fucking motion, drawing it in and out in a rhythmic movement that made them both gasp with delight.
"Oh, yes, fuck me!" Wilma begged. "Faster!" She was being enveloped by the warm sensations shooting out from her pussy in all directions. She worked up and down on the table desperately, her naked buttocks slapping down against its hard surface again and again. She squirmed to take in as much hard male peter as possible. She just couldn't get enough of Donald's throbbing erection.
The faster he worked atop her, the more she wanted. His big prick quivered so hard that Wilma shivered with delight. It was creating unbelievably good sensations down in her cunny. She moaned with delight. "Oh, Donald! Aaaggghhh!"
Every time he jerked the muscles in the base of his prick, she gasped with pleasure.
"Th-this is what f-fuckin's all about," Donald gasped. "Oh, Honey! Oh, Baby, you're so tight."
She worked the muscles of her pussy around his quivering erection, milking at its smooth-skinned length. She could feel it throbbing as hot pre-cum syrup came oozing up through its length. She could feel her husband's naked legs pressing against her own, and the softness of his balls made her tremble as she felt them pushing down between her legs.
A few blocks away, at his drafting board, Michael was sitting on his stool, his chin in his hands, daydreaming about Wilma and the hair-covered snatch between her legs. He didn't even have to close his eyes. He could clearly see in his imagination how it had looked seeing his younger brother humping atop her, driving his big wiener in and out of her slit. He could remember how he had burst into the room and caught her sucking Petie how Petie had been straddling her face, working his peter in her mouth while she sucked and licked it.
Michael's peter quivered up in his pants and a small wet spot appeared where his dickhead was pressing. He couldn't concentrate on his work. All he could think about was Wilma and her magnificent cunt, and how she was always fucking both his father and his brother. More than anything in the world, Michael wanted her to suck him too. He wanted her to wrap her hot lips around his peter and run her tongue up and down its length to suck on it until he was on the verge of orgasm then remove her mouth and allow him to climb atop her to drive his dick down inside her tight womanly cunt.
His boss stared at him, tapping his foot impatiently as he saw he was paying no attention to his job.
Michael's penis was jerking so violently in his Levi's that it milked up pre-cum juice of its own accord. Every inch of its smooth-skinned hardness was tingling, and his whole body ached with sexual excitement.
"Michael!"
He imagined she was sucking on it. He could almost feel the delightful sensations caused by the vacuum of her mouth working at his prick.
"Michael!"
Michael snapped out of his daydream. His penis quivering like an iron rod in his pants, a huge wet spot clearly visible where his peterhead was pressing, he stared up at is boss weakly.
"Would you come up to my office."
Michael fidgeted on his stool nervously.
"Did you hear me, Michael?"
"I uhh-" Michael stammered, searching for words. Never had he sported a boner as he was sporting one now. His boss wanted him to get up in front of the whole office and let them see the huge bulge in the front of his pants.
"Michael, did you hear me?" Michael moaned in despair. There was no way he could get out of it. Either he got up and went forward, showing everyone he had a hard-on, or he would be disciplined for refusing to obey.
His boss tapped his foot so impatiently that it could be heard all over the room. Every person in the room turned and stared at Michael, wondering why he was still sitting there.
Giving a low moan, Michael grabbed some papers and stood up, bringing the papers down so they covered up his big bulge. He headed forward.
His boss stared at him. Michael was shaking like a leaf. He handed the young man a piece of paper. "All right, draw this up for me here at my desk. You can put those other papers down."
Michael stared at him with glassy eyes.
"Well?" his boss asked.
"I I-"
"What's wrong with you, Michael? You're not listening to a word. All right, now give me those papers and start drawing this up now."
Michael stiffened and clenched desperately to the papers. Before he could move away, his boss had reached down, grabbed them, and was pulling them away.
"Ohhhhhhh!" There was a loud moan of unison from the whole room as everyone's eyes saw the huge wet bulge in the front of Michael's pants. It was obvious that he had an erection, and it was obvious that he was oozing in his pants. Even as they watched, they could see the hard outline of his prick throbbing with life.
Michael's face began going white. He teetered dizzily on his feet, reached out and leaned againt his boss' desk.
His boss stared at him, wide-eyed with concern. Glancing down, he saw the huge bulge between Michael's legs, then looked back up at his face. Michael seemed to be ready to pass out. "I don't feel so good," Michael said. His boss hurried over, grabbed his shoulders, and helped him stay on his feet. "Someone help me," he said.
Two men got up and hurried over. One got on each side of Michael to support his weight.
"Take him back to his desk, and hurry," their boss said. The two men nodded. No one was laughing at the obvious hard-on poor Michael was sporting as they all suddenly became concerned about his unusual weakened state.
The two men holding him up led him through the room. The men they passed, however concerned they were for Michael's health, couldn't help but glance down to where his huge penis was jerking in spasms, rock hard inside his Levi's.
* * *
"Oh! OOOHHH!! ! " Wilma moaned loudly. Her legs thrashed as she squirmed on the table. Her husband's huge dong was jerking around inside her cunt like a small animal.
The telephone on the far side of the kitchen rang out loudly.
"Oh! Aaaggghhh! Oh, Donald, you're so big! You're so hard!"
Donald prick was filling her up completely.
She could feel every inch of it throbbing hard up inside her cunt.
"Oh, Baby!" Donald said. "Oh, fuck!"
The telephone on the wall rang loudly a second time.
Both Donald and Wilma were far too wrapped up in the exquisite sensations shooting through their bodies to notice it.
Donald's prick was beginning to mount to orgasms. Wilma could feel it stiffening up even harder.
"Ohhh! Ahhh, Baby!" His prick was leaping in spasms. She felt the ripples of semen beneath its skin, working up its length. There was a sudden wet sensation as his hot cum shot out and hit in splats inside her pussy.
"Uuuunnnnggghhh!! ! " Wilma cried out with joy as her clitoris exploded beneath the onslaught of his jackhammering hard-on. Her orgasm burst down inside her cunny like an explosive depth charge. She whimpered with delight.
The phone was all but ringing off the wall.
Donald collapsed atop her, panting. Wilma dropped back down onto her butt. Donald slowly drew up and off of Wilma, withdrawing his prick from her hole. She scrambled to her feet and hurried to the phone on wobbly legs. "Hello?"
It was young Michael's boss. Wilma's face went white when she was told that they wanted her to come in and pick up Michael because he wasn't feeling well.
Wilma shook her head, trying to bring herself down to earth after her dizzying experience on the table beneath Donald's naked body.
His boss told her that Michael was feeling poorly and that the boy had nearly passed out right on his feet. Wilma told his boss she would be down right away to pick him up and take him to a doctor.
"What is it, Honey?" Donald asked, seeing the worried look on her face as she hung up the phone.
"Michael's sick," she told him. "I'm going to go down and pick him up and take him to the doctor." She bit her lower lip. "I knew something was wrong with him. He's been so tired, and his face has been so white lately."
Donald frowned. "I'm sure it's nothing serious," he said, hiking up his pants.
Wilma stared at him. "And where do you think you're going?" she asked.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I'm going with you," Donald said.
Wilma shook her head negatively. "You're going to bed to get some sleep. You can't go to work without having any sleep at all. I'll take care of Michael; you go to bed."
Wilma hurried into the bedroom and began pulling on her clothes. She made sure Donald was in bed, then headed for the door.
Her face was drawn with worry when she walked into Michael's office and saw Michael sitting there, his face ashen white.
"What's wrong with him?" she asked.
His boss shrugged. "I don't know, but if I were you, I'd take him to the doctor."
"I intend to," Wilma said. "Come on, Michael." She went over and helped him to his feet. She could not help but notice the wet spot covering the front of his pants, although his hard-on had long since descended. "Do you feel all right, Honey?" she asked
"I just don't feel very well," Michael said, allowing her to lead him along toward the door.
Wilma had the impression that Michael was not as weak as he appeared, but that he was simply letting himself go as though too tired to care. He even allowed her to open the car door for him, heaving a heavy sigh as he slid into the front seat.
Wilma hurried around and got in behind the wheel, started up the car, and headed quickly down the street toward the doctor's office.
Doctor Bodin's office was packed. Since Wilma and Michael had no appointment they were told to sit in the waiting room that they would be fit in whenever it was possible. Wilma suspected from the beginning it would probably be late, and she was right.
They sat down on a small sofa in a corner after about a twenty-minute wait just to have a place to sit. Even at that, they were forced to sit squeezed together. Wilma could feel Michael's lean masculine legs pressing against her own, and she began trembling in spite of herself as she thought once more of what he had down there between his legs.
Michael seemed to be slowly regaining his strength. She wondered what the boy might have wrong with him. She had a few theories of his own, but his health was far too important for her to practice any home remedies. It was best for her to find out for certain.
She cursed the long wait they were forced to endure and thought it was ironic that a person could die here in the waiting room while just waiting to see a doctor. Yet, it was the same all over town. The doctors seemed to play with the lives of their patients as though they were so many customers coming into a supermarket.
She put a reassuring hand on Michael's knee, but he gave her a look as though she was trying to rape him, and she removed it quickly, her fingers trembling. She was beginning to love Michael almost as much as she loved Donald in a different sort of way. The sexual emotions the boy aroused in her were certainly almost as strong as though aroused by her husband.
"Missus Johnson?"
Wilma got up quickly.
"You may come in now," the nurse said.
"All right, young man," Doctor Bodin said, "what seems to be the problem?"
"I just don't feel very good. I'm tired," Michael said.
The doctor studied Michael's face and stroked his chin. "Well, son, why don't you take off your clothes and let's have a look at you."
Michael's eyes grew wide and he stared at Wilma as though he wondered if she was going to keep standing there and watch him get undressed. Wilma didn't move an inch. She had no intention of leaving until she found out what was wrong with Michael.
"Go on, son, take off your clothes. We don't have all day," Doctor Bodin said. He seemed annoyed that they should even be here, interupting his schedule. "Go ahead and undress, I'll be back in a second," he said. He left the room.
Michael blushed, but slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.
From outside Wilma could hear Doctor Bodin's voice talking to a colleague. They were making arrangements for a golf date that very afternoon. She cursed under her breath, annoyed that Doctor Bodin should act so hostile because they came in without an appointment when he had nothing better to do than go out and play golf that afternoon.
Michael pulled off his shirt and laid it down on the back of a chair. He stared at Wilma, obviously wanting her to leave the room, but Wilma held her ground, determined to listen to this so-called doctor give his diagnosis.
Doctor Bodin came back into the room. He snapped his fingers. "Come on, boy, get those clothes off so we can have a look at you and get this over with. You're not the only patient I here, you know." He winked at Wilma as though that made what he was saying all right, but Wilma didn't wink back, nor did she smile. She was burning up inside with anger at this doctor and his methods of practicing medicine.
Michael unsnapped his pants, unzipped them, then shoved them down his legs. He blushed deeply, and avoided Wilma's eyes. She stared down at her stepson, a lump in her throat as she studied his long lean legs. She looked at the outline of his cock and balls in his white briefs. There was a huge wet spot in the front of his underpants. With his pants down around his ankles, Michael found he couldn't remove them until he had taken off his shoes, so he bent down to perform that chore.
Soon Michael was standing there in nothing but his briefs, the big wet spot over his prick obvious. The doctor gave a little "Humph!" when he saw the stain in the boy's underpants. He began going through the motions of giving the boy an examination, taking his temperature, checking his heartbeat, taking his pulse, and checking his blood pressure. He looked in the boy's throat, in his eyes, in his ears, tapped his back and hit his knee with a small hammer to test his reflexes.
"All right, son, drop your briefs," the doctor said.
Michael began shaking and he stared at the doctor with wide, terrified eyes at the idea that he should be forced to expose his genitals before his stepmother's eyes.
Michael moaned, but still did not move. Wilma's heart was beating wildly at the prospect of having her stepson's genitals spilled out before her eyes. In spite of worrying over Michael's health, she could not help but be excited at seeing him almost naked like this, and now she was going to see his prick and balls.
The doctor tapped his foot impatiently, then he moved forward, hooked his thumbs in Michael's briefs, and pulled them down himself. Suddenly Michael's prick and balls were spilled out into view. Wilma gave a little gasp of surprise at how big the boy's cock actually was. His balls hung like huge plums beneath it. His dick, soft, appeared to be about five inches long and it was a good inch thick. The boy was circumcised, and the whole head of his penis was covered with a sticky coating of pre-cum juice which had been oozing out his pee-hole. His cock was red, and his balls hung heavy with sperm beneath it. The doctor reached out and placed his fingers under the boy's testicles and told him to cough. Michael did so, blushing a deep red as he was forced to stand there with his prick and nuts spilled out before Wilma's eyes. He was shaking violently, and, to Wilma's amazement, his cock was beginning to stiffen up slightly.
Doctor Bodin reached out, grasped Michael's prick, and tugged the skin down as he bent down close to peer at the slit in the end. Michael's pre-cum juice was oozing out into view.
"Ooohhh!" Michael moaned, shaking all over. The doctor released his prick as though disgusted.
"All right," he said, "out with it!"
Michael stared at him, his eyes wide.
"You know what I mean," the doctor said, "I can tell just by looking at it."
Michael's blush was growing so deep that his face was almost scarlet.
"What are you talking about?" Wilma asked, growing more and more angry with this doctor who was talking now in riddles.
"Look at it," Doctor Bodin said, nodding toward Michael's partly stiff penis. "You can tell just by looking at it what he's been doing. That's why he's been so tired. He's been playing with it. Haven't you, boy? How often do you do it, son, and don't lie to me ... I can tell. Just by looking, its obvious just about how often you do do it."
Michael was stammering, unable to speak, his whole body shaking.
"I bet you do it four or five times a day, don't you, son? Come on, you know what I mean."
"Don't you realize what you're doing to your health, boy?" Doctor Bodin asked. "What you're doing to your brain? Don't you know that playing with yourself is going to rot your brain out give you pimples?"
Now it was Wilma who was becoming so tongue-tied with anger that she couldn't speak. It was unbelievable. Doctor Bodin seemed to have stepped from the pages of history. Such old-fashioned attitudes regarding masturbation had gone out with the Victorians.
Wilma was becoming almost as red-faced as Michael as she grew more and more angry.
"You'll be dead before you're thirty years old," Doctor Bodin said, "if you don't stop playing with it. You do play with it, don't you? Tell me!"
"Yeah, I'll just bet three or four times a day. I'll bet you do it at least five times a day if you do it at all. This is disgusting." The doctor stared at Michael as thought he was dirt. "How old are you, young man?" He picked up Michael's medical record and glanced at it. "Twenty-two-years old. You're old enough to know better than to play with yourself like that."
"All right, Doctor Bodin, I've just about had enough of this," Wilma told him. "What are you trying to do, scare the boy to death? Embarrass him? We came in here to find out what's the matter with him, not to have you ridicule him like this and tell him a bunch of lies."
"I think we've heard just about enough," Wilma said, grabbing her purse from her chair. "Get dressed, Michael. And as for you," she said, glaring at Doctor Bodin, "you're never going to see us in this office again for any reason. I've never heard such a batch of old-fashioned foolishness in all my life. I don't know where you graduated from medical school if you graduated but you need to go back, because you certainly must have been daydreaming all the while you were there."
Doctor Bodin seemed stunned, as though it was just impossible for one of his patients to be talking to him like this.
"What about you?" Wilma asked the doctor. "Did you play with yourself when you were a boy?"
The doctor stared at her, his face suddenly growing red.
"You know you did," she told him, "and how often? Four or five times a day? Three or four times? Or maybe only once a day? But you did it, didn't you? Come on, tell us. You did it at least once a day I'd bet anything."
Wilma was so angry she was shaking. "I wouldn't be surprised if you don't still do it," she said. "You look like the type."
"Why why you-" Doctor Bodin stammered, searching for words to put Wilma in her place.
"Come on, Michael," Wilma said again, "Let's get out of this place before I really get mad."
Michael was still trembling when they reached the car.
"I want you to forget everything he told you, Michael," she told him. "That old fool doesn't even know what he's talking about."
Michael was looking at her as though he was seeing her for the first time. The expression on his face showed his appreciation and sudden admiration. The disapproving expression which had been on his face from the day she had arrived as Donald's wife was gone.
"We're going to go to another doctor, honey," Wilma said. "I don't know what's wrong with you. I think I might know, but I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with what he was trying to say. I think you're probably a little bit anemic. We're going to find out. We're going to go to my doctor. He's a strange old codger, but at least he knows what he's talking about. At least he treats his patients as though they're people instead of just so many blank faces."
As she talked, Wilma took Michael drove the car in the direction of the old man who had been practicing medicine for fifty years and who nearly every prostitute in the city relied upon for medical care because of his sympathetic nature and because he, even at the age of seventy-five, was still one of their best clients.
Michael, once he met him, could not help but like the man, as nearly everybody did, except the snobby higher class society who were only happy when they were visiting some specialist for treatment, not a general practitioner.
"All right, son, strip down," he said, "that is, unless you're too bashful to do it in front of your mom, here." He winked at Wilma.
Michael, however, no longer seemed to be embarrassed at the idea of showing himself in front of Wilma, as though her siding with him at Doctor Bodin's office made her an ally. He almost seemed eager to strip off his clothes to show her that now he wanted for them to be the closest of friends.
He stripped off his shirt, dropped and stepped out of his pants, kicked off his shoes and socks, then hooked his thumbs in his briefs and pushed down.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Michael's prick and balls flopped into view. Dr. Taylor grinned.
"You're the first kid I've seen who wanted to take off his clothes," he said. He winked at Michael. Michael blushed a little, but he couldn't help but grin back at the mischievous doctor.
Doctor Taylor proceeded with the same process as had Doctor Bodin, checking the boy's heartbeat, his pulse, his respiration, his muscle tone, and so forth. He seemed not interested at all in what was down between Michael's legs, as though that had nothing at all to do with the problem.
"I think we'd better take a blood count," he said. "Unless I'm mistaken, I think you're anemic."
Wilma heaved a sigh of relief. It was just as she had suspected. Doctor Bodin had skipped over what was really wrong with the boy in order to nail him down and make him admit that he masturbated. It made Wilma seethe.
It was mid-afternoon by the time they finished at Dr. Taylor's office. On their way back home, they stopped by a pharmacy to pick up some iron tablets to build back up Michael's blood.
It was a new Michael who sat beside Wilma on the way home. He was pleasant and cheerful the very opposite of the sullen young man she had sent off to work that morning. Wilma's heart was happy as well, for she knew that at last she had gained Michael's confidence. She could sense his gratitude radiating out from his being. He was grateful for her having stood up for him before Dr. Bodin. He said nothing, but he didn't have to. The look on his face told it all.
"I feel better already," he told her, "and I haven't even taken any of the medicine yet. I'm hungry, too."
Wilma smiled. "The minute we get home," she said, "I'll fix you something." She could believe that he was hungry. He had scarcely eaten in the past three days.
The second they arrived at the house, she took Michael into the kitchen and began preparing him a king-sized meal. Donald was snoring soundly in the bedroom as she dished up a huge plate of bacon and eggs, hashed brown potatoes, toast and jelly, orange juice and milk. She felt a glow inside as she watched Michael dig into the feast.
When he had finished eating, he smiled up at her.
"Now," Wilma said, "I'm going to put you to bed so you can get some rest. Come on."
She led the boy to his bedroom, and he began stripping down in front of her, his former bashfulness now completely gone. Her eyes shone as she watched his naked body being unveiled before her eyes. He stripped clear down, letting his genitals flop into view as she stood there. He smiled sheepishly all the while.
Wilma walked over to his chest of drawers and picked out a pair of pajamas. She handed him the tops, hanging onto the bottoms. He drew on the top and buttoned them slowly, standing with his legs slightly spread so that his cock and balls were clearly revealed down between them.
Wilma smiled and put the pajama bottoms back into the drawer. "I don't guess you need these, do you? It's so warm in here."
Michael shrugged. "Naw, I don't need 'em. He finished buttoning up his pajama tops while Wilma drew down the covers of the bed. When he slipped down under them, his naked leg brushed against her arm.
Wilma gave a little shiver. She wanted this boy so badly she could hardly stand it. She wanted to reach out and take hold of his peter and touch it, caress it. It was all she could do to keep her hands off him.
When he was in bed, she drew the covers up, taking one last look at his big, manly prick. She could scarcely believe how big it was. She had not even yet seen it when it was hard.
She hesitated, then started to turn away.
"Wait a minute," Michael said softly. He was blushing.
"What is it, honey?" Wilma asked.
"Sit down a minute," Michael said.
Wilma sat down on the edge of the bed beside the boy. His blush was growing even deeper.
"Yes," Wilma said, her heart pounding.
"I just want to say that I'm sorry for the way I acted," Michael said.
Wilma smiled. She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, then took his hand in hers and squeezed it. "It's not your fault, honey. I guess I deserved it."
"No, you didn't," he said. "I've been acting like a real prick-" He stopped short, his blush increasing because of the word which had slipped from his lips.
Still holding his hand, Wilma's other hand moved up and her fingers gently stroked his cheek. Michael smiled a cute, self-conscious smile that made her want to eat him up. He was blushing deeper than ever, and perspiration had popped out on his forehead.
"Whew! It's hot in here," he said.
"Do you want me to take off your pajama tops for you, honey?" Wilma asked.
He nodded. "Yeah, I'm really sweatin'. I'm hot."
She held the boy's hand again, and her other hand caressed his cheek, then drifted down as though of its own accord to his naked chest. She traced her fingers around.
Michael swallowed, the lump in his throat bobbing visibly. "I like it when you touch me," he said. His whole body tensed beneath her stroking fingers.
Wilma's heart was aching with desire to perform the lewdest of acts with this young man's body. Her fingers kept moving lower on his torso, snaking down beneath the covers atop his belly. Michael made no effort to stop her.
She knew she shouldn't be touching him like this. With Petie it had been the young man who had made all the advances, practically wearing her down until she had submitted to having sex with him. This was different. Now it was she who was making advances, not Michael.
Wilma moved her fingers all over the boy's naked belly. Her hand crept down slowly until the tips of her fingers made contact with his pubic hair.
Michael lay trembling naked beneath the covers. His legs moved apart as though he was offering himself to her, encouraging her to move her fingers down to his prick and balls.
Her fingers inched down a little more, right into his pubic hairs, and she was within an inch of the boy's bulging genitals.
"Well, how is he?"
The sudden voice made Wilma jerk upright, pulling the covers completely down to the base of Michael's cock, leaving his cock and balls barely covered. Donald was standing in the doorway, grinning. He had almost caught his wife in the act of toying with what his son had between his legs.
"Donald! You scared me to death," Wilma said.
"I see I took you by surprise," Donald said. "How ya feeling, son?"
Michael was blushing as though he had been caught with his dick sticking in Wilma's cunt. "Uh, I feel better," he said.
"What's wrong with him?" Donald asked.
"Anemic," Wilma told him. She got up from the bed, trembling from the emotional experience of being caught with her hand under the covers near Michael's groin.
Donald slapped Wilma playfully on the butt. "Why don't you run in and put on that nightie of yours?" he said. "I like it better when I can see what I married, every inch of it."
Wilma blushed.
"You were just about ready to get yourself a handful, weren't you?" Donald asked. "I've been standing there about a minute, watchin'. Honey, you're really coming along. I'm almost sorry I said anything. Another minute and you'd have had it in your hand."
"Donald! It's your fault. Talking to me about having sex with the boys that's all I hear about."
"Heck, honey, I'm not saying anything about it. I just can't help but laugh at how you've been changing the past couple of days. You let Petie fuck ya, and now you're after his older brother.
The door burst open and Petie, his face flushed from excitement, was suddenly home from work.
It was time to get supper. Wilma could scarcely believe the day was over. It seemed like she had only got out of bed. Before she knew it, she was packing Donald back off to work, washing up the day's dishes, and getting the boys ready for bed.
Not as though they were babies, of course, but, she convinced them both that they needed a bath, and that they should wash their hair and put on clean pajamas.
Petie volunteered to be first to take a bath, obviously expecting a rehash of the previous day's events when Wilma had masturbated him in the shower.
"I want you to wash me, too," Petie said.
Wilma blushed, but when she glimpsed over at Michael and saw him grinning, she knew Michael expected her, perhaps even wanted her, to take Petie up on his offer.
"You will wash me, won't ya?' Petie asked. "Like you did yesterday?"
Still blushing, Wilma nodded. "All right, Petie." She followed the prancing boy off to the bathroom and watched as he stripped off all of his clothes.
To her surprise, as soon as Petie was in the tub and the water was running, Michael came in as well. He stood in front of the toilet stool, spread his legs, and began to pee.
"Hey, Michael, stay and watch," Petie said when Michael had finished.
Michael grinned at his little brother. Wilma had the soap and washcloth in her hands and was working up a heavy lather.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Petie said. "Take off your clothes and get in here with me. We can both take a bath at the same time."
"All right," Michael said, to Wilma's surprise, and he was suddenly taking off his clothes.
Wilma could scarcely believe the change which had come over the boy since she had taken him to the doctor. Before she even had time to begin soaping up Petie, Michael was climbing into the tub with his brother, stark naked, his prick and balls completely exposed.
She turned first toward Petie and began running the soapy cloth over the lad's smooth-skinned flesh. She lathered him up good, getting every square inch of his body slick with soap. Then she began concentrating her rubbing between his legs.
The boy began to respond immediately to her caressing fingers, and his cock began to stiffen in her fingers. She soaped it until he was cooing with delight at the sensations she was creating in his peter.
As he watched what she was doing to his brother, Michael's boner began hardening even more.
"All right, Petie, sit down and let's rinse you off," Wilma said.
Petie reluctantly got down in the water, not wanting the pleasureful sensations she had been creating in his cock to stop. He allowed her to rinse him off. She handed him the towel and told him to step from the tub.
While he was drying, she went to work on his older brother, a chore which made her shake with excitement. Michael, too, was trembling. He stared down, watching her soapy fingers move out to touch his naked skin.
She scarcely knew where to begin. She wanted to touch the boy all over. She began with his legs, and she didn't bother with the washcloth. Instead, she soaped her hands up until they were dripping with lather, then reached out to smear the soapy water all up and down Michael's lean limbs. Michael's legs were trembling visibly as she smeared her hands up and down. When her hands reached the inner sides of his legs, he was moaning.
The closer her fingers reached up toward his balls, the wider Michael spread his trembling legs, inviting her touch up there between them. When the tips of her fingers touched his balls, he gave a little moan and closed his eyes, waiting for the rest.
Wilma's hands were shaking as much as his legs. Her fingers moved on up, circling his fleshy nuts. She squeezed them gently. She gave a moan of delight because at last she was touching him down there where she had always wanted to so badly.
Petie grinned as he watched.
"P-Petie," Michael said, opening his eyes and seeing his brother staring. "Go get on your pajamas, will ya?"
"I wanna watch," Petie said. "I let you watch her do it to me."
Wilma, too, wanted for her and Michael to be alone during this, their first intimate moment. "Go on," she said, "Go get on your pajamas like Michael said."
"Just my tops," Petie said.
"Ooohhh!" Michael moaned as he felt the pressure of her fingers around his nearly stiff organ.
Wilma began to gently massage it. She squeezed the boy's nuts with one hand and stroked his magnificent rod with the other. She worked the foreskin down off his bulbous red cockhead, then pulled it back up again, making him gasp with delight.
"Aaahhh!" Michael gasped and moaned as the sensations mounted in his hardening peter. His cock throbbed stiffly in her hand. His balls pulsed with their load of semen.
"Oh, Michael, you're so big and hard," Wilma told him. She pulled the skin of his throbbing dick up and down. She could feel his hard member quivering hotly against her soapy fingers. The more she caressed it, the harder and longer it got. Michael's excited moans grew louder. His whole body shook as violently as his prick was quivering down between his widespread legs.
Wilma's excitement was becoming too much for her. Wilma released the naked boy's prick and had him lower himself into the water. She rinsed him clean by splashing water over his bare skin, then had him stand up again. She knelt and moved her face forward, lips eagerly anticipating the imminent oral caressing of his hard cock.
Michael stared down. His eyes were wide as he saw her mouth move right up to the end of his erection. Holding the base of his pulsing cock with her fingers, she opened her mouth. Her heart was pounding with excitement as she allowed her mouth to slide over his bulbous, aching peterhead. Her lips closed and she tasted Michael's cock for the first time.
Michael moaned with pleasure.
Suddenly Petie was back in the bathroom. He watched what she was doing to his older brother. He grinned. "Aw, gee, she's really suckin' ya, isn't she, Michael? It feels good, doesn't it!"
"Ooohhh!" Michael gasped with delight. His naked legs trembled around Wilma's face as she mouthed and sucked his hard wet peter. Her tongue and lips were all over his erection. She pushed and pulled with her lips, tugging the loose outer skin of his shaft up and down again and again. Each time she pushed down with her lips, Michael moaned at how good it felt. He gasped as he felt her hot tongue rolling around over his pecker flesh. He stared down, his eyes wide with wonder, and he placed his hands on her head. He pushed and pulled, guiding her squeezing lips up and down on his pulsing shaft.
Wilma was actually masturbating the young man with her mouth. She gobbled his dick as though she was tasting cock for the first time in her life. She was so hungry for this boy's cock that she was going to eat up every last inch of it before she was finished. Wilma wanted to suck up his hot stringy cum and swallow it all down. Never before had she been so hungry for a man's hot, hard prick.
Her hands roamed up and down the backsides of Michael's legs. She toyed with his butt, running her fingers over his firm naked buns. Wilma couldn't get enough of her hot-blooded stepson. The more she sucked on his dick, the more she wanted to suck on it. She never wanted to stop.
Wilma's lips plunged down to the very root of Michael's hard peter. Her lips pressed right against his balls. She held that position a long moment, sucking hard while she rolled her tongue around. She could feel the veins in his shaft throbbing gainst her tongue. His cock jerked in spasms. The sticky essence of his balls began working its way up his shaft and out his peehole and out onto her tongue and against the roof of her mouth. His pre-cum emissions were flowing freely. They were drawn up by the powerful suction she was creating.
"Oh! Aw, it feels good! Ohhh!" Michael could scarcely stand still. His legs were shaking. Every muscle in his body tensed up, then relaxed, again and again. The sensations down between his legs were growing stronger and worked their way all through his groin.
Wilma plunged her lips down again this time so hard that she actually pushed him back against the tile wall over the tub. She moved her head forward so that her head, between his legs, had him pinned against the wall. He was prisoner to her sucking mouth.
She sucked harder.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Wilma worked her mouth up and down faster on Michael's big red prick. Her lips tugged the loose foreskin of his peter up and down rapidly. Her head bobbed up and down between his legs.
Stringy pre-cum juice coated her tongue. Her mouth was full of the taste of his peter's fluids.
"Oh! I c-can't hold back!" Michael said. "Aaahhh! G-gosh!" He squirmed helplessly against the wall while she worked her mouth all over his erection.
Wilma sucked hard on his prick. His cock leaped in spasms against the roof of her mouth. She knew he was about to cum. She thrust her lips clear down and pressed her tongue against the sensitive underside of his swollen erection. She set up such a powerful suction that there was no way he could hold back any longer.
"Ooohhh! Uuummmppphhh! Nnngggppphhh!" Michael moaned loudly, then suddenly the hot juices in his balls were shooting up through his rod. Hot jets of sticky man jism came splattering out against the roof of Wilma's mouth and all over her tongue. It spilled down into her throat. It filled her mouth with the taste of his manly essence.
She sucked long and hard, drawing up one jet of his semen after another until Michael was whispering for her to stop.
"Agh! Oh, please! Uuummmppphhh!" He grabbed her head to push it back. He had shot out every ounce of his cum into her mouth, yet still she was sucking him to draw up more. "S-stop! Please!"
Reluctantly, Wilma raised up, drawing her mouth up to the end of Michael's hard-on and releasing it. Once free of her squeezing lips, it slapped up hard against his belly. A final sticky spurt of jism oozed out and strung down in a shimmering strand that danced between his legs.
Wilma lapped out with her tongue, licking up the last of his goodies, then licked her lips. She didn't want to miss a single drop of his juicy offering.
"Ooohhh!" Michael gasped and panted for breath as he leaned against the wall. His naked body gleamed with perspiration. She had sucked him dry. There was not a drop of semen left in his balls, for the moment at least. Actually, the amount of cum he was going to shoot out into her body that evening would have made both of them drop their mouths open in amazement.
Wilma was almost as drained as the boy. The emotional excitement of sucking him off and washing his naked body had worn her out as thoroughly as his orgasm had worn him out. She and Michael stared wearily into one another's eyes as Petie grinned.
"Wow, she sucked the white stuff out of ya, didn't she?" Petie observed.
Michael nodded numbly, a half smile of pleasure on his face.
"Now ya won't be able to fuck her," Petie said.
"Petie!" Wilma snapped. "You shouldn't talk like that."
"Why? Aren't ya gonna let him fuck ya?"
Wilma bent down and ran her hand all around in the bathtub water until she located the soap, then brought it up. She began soaping Michael down again to clean him up. Her soapy fingers ran all over his naked skin. She couldn't get enough of touching him.
He gave little gasps of delight when her fingers touched a particularly sensitive spot, such as his genitals, his naked buns, or his smooth-skinned belly. He gave an especially loud gasp when her soapy fingers worked their way right in between his two buttocks and soaped up his butt-crack. Wilma couldn't resist the temptation. Her index finger pressed down right against the boy's brown puckered butt hole. She pushed gently, driving the very tip of her finger down inside the boy's anus.
"Ohhh!" He stared at her with wonder-filled eyes. His prick jerked up to attention.
Wilma continued washing him, running her soapy hands over his body, then came back to his anus, and her finger went back up into his hole as though drawn by a magnet. Michael moaned as he felt her long feminine digit work its way up his ass. He spread his naked legs, and they trembled as each fraction of an inch of wriggling finger worked its way up inside his butt.
"Oh, gosh, she's stickin' her finger up inside your butt hole," Petie said.
Michael closed his eyes and moaned. Wilma's finger created sensations that shot out from his butt and worked their way up into his hardening prick. Her free hand came up and her fingers closed around his shaft, then began frigging slowly up and down. She masturbated him expertly with her soap-slippery fingers.
"I've got an idea," Petie said. "Why don't we all sleep together tonight. That'd be fun."
Michael's eyes were glazed over with lust, and Wilma was so excited her heart was pounding. She nodded. "Okay, Petie." She knew she should never consent to such a sleeping arrangement, but all she could think about was feeling Michael's big peter up inside her. She wouldn't be satisfied until she had him.
Wilma stared down at the boy's swollen erection, watching it throb hard and red above his big plum-sized balls. The pre-cum juice was oozing steadily out the tip of it.
In less than three minutes the three of them were stark naked in Wilma's bedroom and crawling onto the bed. They didn't even bother with pajamas. A tickling match began a match in which Wilma did most of the tickling. She traced her fingers over the boys' naked bellies and feet to make them laugh and cause their long dicks to jerk up hard and erect.
Michael's whole prick was covered with a sticky film of the cock juice which was oozing out its end. Sticky strands of his pre-cum syrup were getting all over the sheets.
"Look at Michael's peter," Petie said. "It's all sticky."
As though just only realizing that fact, Wilma reached out her hand and ran her fingers up and down the length of Michael's burgeoning hard-on. When she drew her hand away, a sticky strand of pre-cum juice strung from his hard-on to her fingers.
Michael's prick wasn't the only one which was oozing, however. Petie's erection was throbbing violently, and a small gathering of sticky clear juice had oozed out onto its tip around his peehole.
With two hot, hard young males throwing rods constantly before her eyes, Wilma's pussy was continuously tingling. Her heart beat with excitement as Petie and Michael pinned her to the bed and climbed atop her.
"Let's do it to her, Michael," Petie said. "You fuck her and I'll make her suck my dick."
Michael seemed pleased with the suggestion. Petie climbed right atop Wilma's head, straddling it with one naked leg on either side, and he rubbed the end of his erection back and forth against her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed him to push it inside, then clamped her lips down tight around it and began licking and sucking.
At the same time, she moaned as she felt Michael climb atop her so that his pulsing prick was aimed straight down at her pussy hole. She spread her legs wide, laying open her slit, then felt him rubbing his bulbous dickhead in her cuntal furrow.
"Ooohhh! Aaahhh!" Wilma moaned around Petie's big wiener as she sucked and licked it. At last, down between her legs, Michael was sticking it in her. Her naked legs quivered as the boy's big long erection pushed down inside her cunny.
This was pure ecstasy. She had one big hard-on stuck in her mouth and the other in her cunt. She could scarcely believe how lucky she was. What was even more unbelievable was that she felt no guilt whatsoever. She was enjoying it thoroughly. She would allow herself to feel guilty later if at all.
"Ooohhh! Aw, Jeez!" Michael sobbed with disbelief at how good it felt to have a hot cunt wrapped around his prick. He moved his hips instinctively, working his hard erection in and out of Wilma's cunt hole.
Petie, too, began humping away, fucking Wilma's mouth as though it was a hot wet twat. Both boys were shaking with excitement and their peters throbbed hot and red in Wilma's mouth and pussy.
Wilma moved beneath them, bucking her hips to meet each and every plunge of Michael's hard-on, and she bobbed her head up and down on the bed, working her lips over Petie's pulsing tool. She couldn't get enough of their erections. Her tongue moved all around on Petie's erection, licking up and down and back and forth, covering it with a warm layer of saliva, pressing against it and pushing the skin of his peter up and down over his dickhead.
At the same time, she sucked hard with her mouth and throat, creating a vacuum that was drawing the sticky pre-cum juice right up through the length of his stem and out his cockslit onto her tongue. Petie was squealing with delight and humping atop her as though he had been doing it all his life.
Wilma's naked legs trembled while she worked her butt up and down on the bed. shoving her pussy on and off of Michael's cockstem. She could feel every inch of it throbbing hot and hard inside her, pressing out against her warm, moist pussy walls. The boy's erection was quivering like a living creature inside her cunny.
Michael gasped and panted desperately. Wilma knew he was straining to hold back his churning semen.
She sucked on Petie's prick as hard as she could. Her cunt was vibrating with the most intense sensations imaginable. Petie was grunting desperately atop her, his whole body jerking in spasms. She could feel his hard-on throbbing violently inside her mouth, and the sweet pre-cum juice was oozing freely out the slit in the end.
"Ohhh, it's gonna cum out," Petie said. "I can feel it buildin' up! Agh, it's cummin'! IT'S CUMMIN'OUTM! Aaaggghhh!" Petie closed his eyes and humped madly atop Wilma's face, driving his jizz-spewing prick in and out as fast as he could.
At the same time, his older brother was working like a maniac down atop her cunt. Michael humped his hips up and down so that his thick quivering pecker was working in and out of her tube at a fast and steady rhythm. His erection quivered with excitement. The veins in the sides of it throbbed hotly. He was, like Petie, about to cum.
Sensing this, Wilma raised up off the bed, thrusting her cunny all the way up over his dick until her hairs were rubbing against his balls. She squeezed, then relaxed, again and again, the muscles of her pussy, milking his big prick.
"Ooohhh!" Michael groaned. "Ah, I'm gonna cum! I c-can feel it! Ah, you're so tight!"
"Ooohhh!" Wilma gasped as Petie raised up, withdrawing his dripping penis from her mouth.
She lapped out with her tongue, licking up the last of his oozing semen from his dickhead, then allowed him to fall over onto his side so that he could watch Michael finish up the fuck he was giving her.
"Oh, Michael! Aw, you're so big," Wilma said. "Aaaggghhh!" She gasped with delight as he worked his hard-on desperately in and out of her twat-hole. Never had she so enjoyed a fuck.
"Mmmmmmppphhh!! ! " Michael moaned loudly and long. His prick was giving a gigantic jerk inside Wilma's cunt then it exploded.
Wilma could feel the hot wetness of it flowing out over her pussy walls, covering them completely. Michael continued to hump atop her, jacking his hot cock in and out of its own sticky semen inside her pussy-tube.
"Mph! Ooohhh!" He closed his eyes and gasped. His whole body shook. His naked skin gleamed with sweat. Falling down atop her, he continued to pump his midsection up and down, working his cum-spewing organ until it had shot out the last of his scalding hot offering.
"Oh, Michael," Wilma said. "Ah, I can feel you so good!" She continued to milk at the boy's hard-on with her pussy muscles to draw up the last of his potent man-fluids. His dick had completely drained itself inside her.
"Aw, gee," he said, opening his eyes. He opened his eyes and stared at Wilma, grinning sheepishly. "I never knew it would feel that good," he said.
"I told you it felt good fuckin' her," Petie said. "Now don't you wish you'd have started doin' it to her earlier, like I did? Gosh, she sucks me and lets me fuck her all the time. It's great!! "
"Oh!" Michael jerked the muscles in the base of his prick, causing it to leap inside Wilma's twat. He was still enjoying the sensation of having his cock inside a woman's cunthole.
Wilma smiled at the boy, and reaching up, she ran her fingers lovingly through his hair. Her hands came down over his back and onto his naked buttocks. She could feel the muscles in his rectum relax and then tense up as he worked his peter inside her.
"You don't wanna take it out, do ya?" Petie asked. "See how good it feels? I just love it!"
Michael rubbed his cheeks against Wilma's swollen breasts, then darted his tongue over her nipples.
"Ohhh, Michael! Ooohhh!"
He pursed his lips around her right nipple and began bathing it in his warm saliva as his tongue flicked up and down. He began sucking on her nipple as though he was a young baby nursing its mother.
Michael continued to work his hard peter around inside Wilma's hole for a long time before he finally took it out, then rolled over beside her on the opposite side of Petie.
"Ohhh, man, that was great," Michael said.
"Yeah," Petie agreed. His hand was down fingering his prick and he stared at Wilma's hole as though he wanted to take his brother's place and jam his prick inside her.
Wilma was enveloped by a warm glow of pleasure. She had possessed Michael at last. Not only had she tongued and licked and sucked his peter, but she had felt it down inside her, and she had received his hot cum in her mouth and in her pussy. From now on, everything else would be extra, and she hoped that there would be a great deal of that extra to be had.
She looked at these horny young men who were her stepsons and now her lovers. She could scarcely believe her luck at having so much hot hard penis at her disposal and all at her husband's urging that was the most beautiful part of all. He wanted her to partake whenever possible, and was actually encouraging her to do so.
"C-can I fuck ya now?" Petie asked.
Wilma could not help but smile at the horny young man. "All right, Petie, come on," she said. "Get on."
Petie, trembling with excitement, got up and climbed atop Wilma's naked, spread-eagled body. He maneuvered himself between her legs and rubbed the end of his hard organ inside her cuntal furrow. His pulsing dickhead spread open her pussy lips, and her hole opened up before its onslaught, allowing it access.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Petie's hard-on was filling her inch by inch. Michael stared, watching his younger brother's erection push down inside Wilma's cunt. His own hard prick throbbed anew with life.
While Wilma gasped and trembled on the bed, Petie drove his cock in and out of her cunt. She reached out and ran her hand over Michael's naked legs as she felt the thrusts of Petie's organ. She smiled as she felt him spread his limbs apart, allowing her to work her fingers right up the inner side of his leg to their junction where his peter was throbbing hard and red.
She brushed her fingers lightly over the smooth skin of his peter, making it jerk in spasms. It was still wet from the fuck he had just given her, but already a drop of clear pre-seminal fluids was oozing out from between the lips of his peter-hole. She ran her fingers right up into the sticky liquid and smeared it down over his shaft.
"Oh, gee," Michael said. "Oooohhh!" He spread his legs even wider, laying open his big nuts and his long hard prick, allowing her to do anything she wanted down there between his legs.
Wilma wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed down. At the same time she pulled the loose outer skin of his penis down as far as it would go.
"Uuuummmppphhh!" Michael moaned with pleasure. He stared down at what she was doing to him, his eyes glazed with lust.
Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Petie grunted desperately as he worked his hard peter in and out of Wilma's cunt. He pushed it clear inside her, then pulled it out until only his knobby prickhead was still embedded between her pussy lips. He was fucking her expertly, as though he had done nothing else since the day he was born but stick his wienie in girls and women.
Wilma tugged gently at Michael's penis, and he moved forward eagerly, knowing what she wanted him to do, to take Petie's former place astride her face. She wanted to suck his cock.
Michael swung one leg over Wilma's body so that his cock and balls were brought within inches of her face. Leaning forward, he rubbed the tip of his erection against her lips. His sticky cockfluids smeared over her mouth. Wilma ran out her tongue, licking it up, then her tongue reached his erection and began moving around. She lapped at it, working her tongue thoroughly around, licking up and down, smearing it over every square inch of peter skin she could reach.
"Aaahhh!" Michael stared down wide-eyed at what she was doing to him between his legs. He whimpered with pleasure as he felt her hot tongue running over his prick, coating it with saliva. The sensations her tongue was creating as it worked his skin around on his shaft were unbelievably good.
He moaned with anticipation when she saw her open her lips. Her mouth moved forward, taking in the tip of his prick. Her hot lips closed over the end of his erection.
Wilma grunted with passion beneath the weight of the boys while Petie worked his hard-on in and out of her cunt and Michael pressed his midsection against her face, driving his cock into her throat. She wondered what Donald would say if he could see her now. She knew. He would laugh. The sight of the three of them sucking and fucking and the sounds of their groans would really turn him on, as would the smell of his two horny sons' semen.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Petie grunted as his quivering erection moved in and out of his stepmother's squeezing cunny.
Michael had his eyes closed, and his whole body was stiffening up. The sensations Wilma was creating in his prick were mounting with intensity. Her tongue seemed to be all over his dick. The strong suction she was creating with her mouth and throat was pulling up pre-cum juice through the length of his penis, making it tingle with delight.
"Ohhh!" He gasped with pleasure. He worked his hips, bringing his midsection slamming down again and again so that his butt quivered and his throbbing hard-on worked in and out between Wilma's lips.
She held her lips down tight, keeping the skin of the boy's prick in one place while his inner shaft slid in and out of its own sheath of skin. Her tongue was covered with the sticky juice oozing out between the lips of his piss slit. She moaned with pleasure.
The sensations down in Wilma's cunny mounted as Petie's hard cock rubbed back and forth over her tingling clitoris.
"Umn! Nnnmmmnnn! Uuummmnnn!" She moaned happily around her mouthful of prick, sucking eagerly at Michael's penis. The sweet tasting juice which oozed out was finer than any nectar could ever be.
"Oh! OOOHHH!" Michael moaned loudly as the sensations mounted in his erection. She could feel it quivering against her tongue and knew she was about to coax up yet another orgasm from the boy's big nuts.
Petie's prick, too, was quivering rock-hard inside Wilma's cunt. She knew both boys could not hold back much longer and would soon be shooting their hot semen into her mouth and pussy.
She wrapped her legs tightly around Petie's cock, squeezing at it as hard as she could with her cunny muscles, making the boy squeal with delight. At the same time she sucked Michael's prick clear back into her throat, and ran her tongue up and down its sensitive underneath side.
He opened his eyes wide as he stared down, groaning with surprise at how good it felt. Both boys began grunting. Every muscle in their bodies was strained as they fought to hold back their churning semen. The perspiration gleamed on their naked skin. The smell of their pricks and balls wafted up, filling Wilma's nostrils and making her become drugged with passion.
"Ooohhh!" Petie burst out with a loud moan. His while body stiffened atop Wilma's midsection and his hard cock worked in spasms inside her.
Wilma knew the boy was cumming. She felt a tiny dribble of wetness oozing deep down inside her twat. He didn't have much to offer, but he was offering it with all his energies, giving her every last drop of hot jism that remained in his balls.
"Oh! OOOHHH! It's buildin' up!" Michael said. "I can't hold it back!" He strained desperately to keep the muscles on his hard-on clamped down, but the sensations were building up too strongly. Gasping loudly, he threw his head back and stared up at the ceiling. Every muscle in his body went tense. Suddenly he was cumming. He bucked his hips wildly and jammed his big hard-on clear down in Wilma's mouth. Huge jets of his semen came gushing into her mouth, filling her throat, coating her tongue filling her with the taste of him.
"Aggghhhhhh! Ohhh, yeah!" Michael gasped loudly, driving his hard pecker into Wilma's throat as far as it would go. His cum spurted out his pee-hole.
Wilma swallowed down his jism in gulps. She milked her cunny muscles around Petie's scum-dribbled cock. Her heart beat wildly and her whole body shook in violent orgasm as her clitoris exploded. Powerful sensations shot out from her clit, and the world seemed to be rocking.
"Aaaggghhh!" Petie collapsed backward onto his butt. His big hard-on popped out and slapped up hard against his belly. It was coated with a layer of cum from his and Michael's semen.
"Oooohhh!" Michael collapsed forward, his belly pressing against Wilma's face, smothering her with hot male flesh, then he, too, rolled off from atop her, withdrawing his hard-on from her mouth. He fell beside her on the bed and panted desperately for breath.
Both boys were physically exhausted. Their balls were drained by Wilma's semen-hungry cunt and mouth.
Wilma's chest rose and fell as she panted to catch her breath. Her big breasts bobbled tantalizingly. Both boys, however, were too worn out to be aroused into any further sexual activity. They were done in for the evening. They cuddled up beside Wilma, and she pulled the covers up over their naked bodies. All three of them lay there in the daze which follows complete sexual satisfaction.
Wilma fell asleep with a hard boy cradled under each arm. She entered a world of dreams in which they were all three romping together, sucking and fucking, caressing one another's bodies to repeated orgasm.
The three of them woke to loud laughter as Donald stood over the bed surveying the situation. It was obvious what they had been doing the night before. The sheets were covered with stains of semen. The smell of excited cocks and balls and jism still filled the bedroom.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Donald asked, reaching down and beginning to unbutton his shirt.
Petie grinned at his father and Michael stared with disbelief. Wilma was blushing a deep crimson. Donald's belief that the family that plays together stays together was being carried to its logical conclusion. All four of them were about to romp in bed, engaging in sex together.
As a prostitute, Wilma had satisfied many men, but never had she been given such a challenge as this. She had not just one, but three hot-blooded males to satisfy at once. This was to be her supreme challenge.
Donald's shirt now lay in a pile on the floor. He was in the process of unfastening his pants and was naked from the waist up. The wiry hairs on his chest glistened in the light.
Petie kicked down the covers, revealing his own and Wilma's and his brother's nakedness to his father's eyes. His long dick was already hard and stiff. His hand was between his legs squeezing at it, making it even harder.
Donald shoved down his pants and underpants in one swift motion and stepped out of them. Stark naked, he moved toward the bed. "Move over, everyone," he said. "Let's get this show on the road."
"I get to fuck 'er," Petie said.
"Like hell you do. Son. You got to fuck her all night long. It's my turn now."
They began climbing atop Wilma all three of them. Even Michael was joining in the fun. Donald climbed atop Wilma's midsection so that his big prick and balls were hovering right above her cunt. Michael straddled her face and aimed his erection at her cock-hungry lips. Petie was left with no place to stick his cock. He moved right up beside Wilma and sat there cross-legged, and she reached out and began stroking his erection with her fingers.
"Ooohhh!" Wilma moaned as she felt the end of Donald's erection slipping inside her cunt. It was spreading her pussy lips. "Aaaggghhh!" She gasped as her moan was cut short by the sudden insertion of Michael's penis into her mouth. She brought her lips down around her lover-boy's prick and began licking and sucking.
Atop her, Donald shoved all the way down, driving his hard-on into the innermost depths of her cunt. Petie's prick was stiff and jerked violently in her fingers as she stroked it expertly, making him moan with pleasure. The slit in the end of his penis opened and closed rhythmically as she masturbated him with her hand. A little trickle of crystal-clear cockjuice ran down atop her fingers. Wilma smeared it all up and down the boy's long-stemmed wiener, slicking it up in its own juice. Her fingers began to make wet squishy noises as they worked around it, pulling on its skin.
The four of them mated naked on the bed, their bare bodies gleaming with perspiration, the smell of their genitals filling the air. They all seemed to be drugged with desire.
Wilma, especially, was writhing with excitement. She fucked and sucked and masturbated the three naked males with a passion. She was surrounded by hot cock.
"Oh! Aaaggghhh!" Wilma pushed her butt up off the bed, driving her cunt all the way over Donald's throbbing hard-on. She squeezed her pussy muslces as hard as she could, milking up the pre-cum juice through the length of his cock. As it oozed forth, his huge erection spread it all up and down her pussy passageway, lubricating the magnificent fuck he was giving her.
"Aaahhh!" Petie stared down, fascinated at the sight of Wilma's fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling the skin up and down. His whole body shook with excitement. He bucked his hips gently, forcing his hard-on in and out of her tightly-squeezing fist. He was literally fucking the fingers wrapped around his dick.
"Ooohhh! Ahhh, yeah! Uuuummmppphhh!" Michael moaned with excitement atop her face. He stared down at the lips which were wrapped tightly around his shaft. She was creating sensations with her tongue that were unbelievable. Her tongue ran up and down the length of his cock. The suction she was creating pulled at every cubic inch of his peter. His erection quivered hard and erect inside her throat.
In the midst of the three naked males, Wilma writhed on the bed, grinding her hot cunt up and down over Donald's cockshaft and moaning with delight at the beautiful sensations shooting through her pussy. With every plunge of his cock down inside her, his hard-on rubbed against her clit. The sensations were building up between her legs, causing her to moan uncontrollably.
As she squirmed beneath the onslaught of Donald's big prick, Wilma gobbled up a storm on Michael's big hard-on. She savored the taste of his pulsing wienie and shuddered with delight.
At the same time she felt Petie's pulsing prick with her fingers. She could feel the veins throbbing in its sides as she ran her fingers up and down, stroking it expertly, making the boy coo with delight. Never had she so enjoyed the act of sex in all her life.
Three hot cocks, and they were all hers to do with as she wanted to suck to stroke with her fingers to take inside her hot cunt. She could milk them until they shot out their hot semen, giving her their all.
Wilma humped up to Donald's cock, sucked on Michael's, and whipped her masturbating fingers up and down on Petie's hot tool. Her cunny was building up with tingling sensations and waves of pleasure were sweeping over her body.
"Ohhh!. Ooohhh! Aaahhh!" She gasped desperately around Michael's hard peter. The tingling sensations in her hot wet pussy were building up ever closer to the brink.
"MMMPPPHHHHHHH!! ! " Wilma let out a loud low groan that caused Michael's prick to vibrate inside her mouth. She was cumming magnificently. The sensations were shooting out in all directions from her clit, causing her to buck up and down on the bed like a wild woman.
"NNNGGGPPPHHH!! ! ! " Donald moaned with delight as he felt her magnificent pussy squeezing and pulling at his erection. He gave a loud gasp, then his cock stiffened up right inside her. His semen came gushing up through its length. Hot cum came splattering out all over the inside of Wilma's fuck-tube.
"Ohhh!" Petie moaned. "Uuuummmppphhh!" He bucked wildly, driving his hard on in and out of her squeezing fist. His aching cock was stiffening up as hard as possible, then suddenly the slit in the end opened. A large glob of cum came shooting out, spattering over Wilma's fingers.
She continued to masturbate the boy, pulling up his cum and smearing it all over his hard prick.
She gasped desperately as her orgasm built even higher in intensity. She was now creating such powerful vacuum with her mouth that there was no holding back for Michael. The boy moaned desperately, straining every muscle in his body in an effort to hold back his semen, but the suction of her mouth was too much.
Michael's whole body quivered as his hard-on exploded in Wilma's mouth, shooting out his potent hot cream. Wilma writhed with excitement on the bed as she milked up hot cum from their three male peters. The room was filled with their loud cries of excitement as they shot forth glob after glob of white icing into her mouth, her cunt, and her fist.
When at last they rolled off her, collapsing, Wilma lay exhausted in their midst, draped by their hot male limbs. It was all she could do to pull herself free from the tangle of legs and arms to go into the kitchen to begin a meal.
As it turned out, none of them were really very hungry, and they all just picked at their food.
What happened after they finished eating was almost unbelievable. Once Wilma had cleared away the dishes, Donald and his two sons helped her wash them up so she would be free as soon as possible then, in the living room, Donald brought out a Polaroid camera.
All four of them were still stark naked. Wilma could scarcely believe that he was going to take pictures of them like this.
"I think we ought to start us a little family album," Donald said.
"Aw, gee," Petie said. "Are you gonna take pictures of us naked?"
"Not just take pictures of you naked," his father told him, "but take pictures of you aw, you know screwin' your new mom."
"Oh, man," Petie said. "This is gonna be great."
Michael stared with disbelief at his father, but the corners of his mouth were curling into a smile.
Wilma shook her head with disbelief. "Are you kidding me, Donald? You're going to start an album with pictures like that?"
"Why not?" he asked. "We all do it together. We might as well have pictures of it to remember the great times we're having together. Isn't that what an album's for?"
"Donald, if anyone else ever saw that album-"
"Who's ever going to see it?" he asked. "If something happens but who cares if they do? What we do is our own business." He laughed. "Can you imagine what it would be like for our great-grandchildren to come across the album we're going to make? Can't you just see them finding it up in the attic? They would shit! Oh, we gotta do it! This is the greatest idea I've ever had."
He was loading a pack of film into the camera. He had obviously been planning this in advance, just waiting for the moment when Wilma broke loose with his two sons and the sexual free-for-all began.
"Why don't we start out by having you suck on Petie?" he said.
"Oh, yeah," Petie said. "Suck me! Suck my prick! Let Dad take a picture of you doin' that!"
Wilma was flabbergasted that Donald should think up such a project yet, at the same time, it strangely excited her. Yes, it would be fun looking back at pictures of the sexual activities in which they were engaged when they grew older and the boys left home. He did have a point. She didn't want to forget the joys they were experiencing. And that's what pictures were all about to bring back fond memories and these were the fondest memories of her entire life.
It didn't, therefore, take much convincing for Wilma to drop to her knees before her youngest stepson. Petie spread his legs wide in front of her face, then held the base of his prick so that it was aimed straight at her mouth.
Wilma opened her mouth and allowed the boy to stick his hard erection between her lips. She began sucking immediately.
"Ohhh! Aaahhhhhhh!" Petie gasped with pleasure. "Aw, Dad," he said, "this is great. T-take a picture."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Donald obliged his horny son, bringing the camera up into readiness.
Wilma ran her tongue up and down the length of Petie's hard red cock. She sucked hard, presenting an exciting subject for Donald," the photographer.
Petie gasped with delight and Donald, grinning from ear to ear, knelt down at their side and aimed the camera at where Wilma was gobbling up his son's prick.
There was a bright flash as he snapped a picture. Wilma blinked and drew back slowly, bringing her lips up to the tip of Petie's penis, then releasing it, allowing it to slap up hard against his belly. Saliva and pre-cum juice dribbled from its end.
"Now do it to Michael," Petie said.
No suggestion would have delighted Wilma more. Still kneeling down, she waddled up to where Michael was standing. He grinned down at her as her hands moved out and spread his legs apart. She ran her fingers up and down the smooth inner-sides of his long, lean limbs until her fingertips located his balls. She jostled his nuts gently with her fingers. Her face moved forward.
"Aw, yeah, look at 'er," Petie said. "Quick, Dad, get a picture when she takes it in her mouth."
Wilma's lips slid over the end of Michael's swollen hard-on, then moved down its length, taking it all inside her mouth. Her hot tongue went to work, lapping up and down the length of his smooth-skinned peter. She set up a suction calculated to draw up any pre-cum juice he had left in his balls. The sweet taste of sticky cockfluids in her mouth told her that there was still more to be had in the manly instrument he possessed between his legs. She pushed and pulled with her lips, working the boy's smooth cockskin up and down over his shaft.
There was another bright flash. It happened right when her lips slid up to the tip of Michael's erection, leaving his lower shaft and balls exposed to view. Donald was snapping another picture. It would show everything she was doing.
"Ooohhh! Ahh, gee! Mmmmmpphhh!" Michael's naked legs trembled around Wilma's head. His stomach muscles tensed up and an expression of intense pleasure was on his face.
"Now let's get a picture of me fuckin' her, Dad," Petie said.
"All right, Son, stick it in her and I'll take a picture."
Wilma was already down on her knees. It didn't take much to get her laying on her back. Petie crawled atop her. His hard-on jerked with excitement.
Wilma's naked body trembled as he maneuvered himself into a position where his big erection was aimed straight down at her waiting cunt.
Petie grinned up at his father. "Are ya ready, Dad?"
"Go to it, Son," Donald said. "Stick it in her! show us how you can fuck!"
Petie was so excited he was squirming all over Wilma's naked body. His bare chest rubbed against her tits. The end of his prick poked at her cuntal opening, spreading open her pussy lips, working its way down inside.
"Ohhh! Ahh, Petie!" Wilma gasped with delight as she felt the boy's hard-on pushing down inside her twat.
"Go on, Son! Stick it all the way in!" Donald urged. He readied the camera.
Petie obliged eagerly. He pushed down his midsection, forcing his ramrod prick to slide down inside Wilma's sticky, hot opening. He gasped with delight as he felt her pussy muscles squeezing around his erection.
Wilma worked her pussy expertly, squeezing at the boy's hard red peter to make him squeal with delight. There was a bright flash as Donald took a picture of his son in the process of fucking his wife.
Donald moved around into a different position and snapped a second picture of the magnificent fuck his eager son was giving his wife.
"Come on, Petie," Michael said, "it's my turn now. Get off her."
Petie obeyed reluctantly, raising up and withdrawing his hard peter from Wilma's hot hole.
Michael scrambled down to take his place.
"Ooohhh!" Wilma moaned loudly as she felt the end of Michael's pulsing peter shoving its way down between her hot cock-hungry pussy lips. She could scarcely believe how much this horny young man could turn her on. His pulsing balls seemed to contain an endless quantity of semen, but she was always happy to milk it forth for him with her squeezing pussy or her hot sucking mouth. He enjoyed it, too. He enjoyed having her work on his hot cock as much as she enjoyed doing it for him. Wilma's only regret was that someday he would strike out on his own and leave home. She would be denied the pleasure of his pulsing peter. She rather doubted that, when the boy married, his wife would approve of him fucking his stepmother.
"Ohhh! Aaagghhh!" Michael moaned and his hard-on jerked wildly inside Wilma's twat.
Donald knelt and moved right in to get a close-up of his son's hard-on sluicing in and out of his wife's cunt.
"Oh! OHHH, MICHAEL!" Wilma cried. "Ahh, you're so big and hard."
Donald moved back to take another picture, this time one that would show their entire bodies as they rutted naked on the floor.
Petie, overcome by excitement, had reached down and was masturbating. Donald's picture included him as well. His foreskin was popping on and off his dickhead at a rapid steady rhythm as he beat his meat furiously.
"Oh! Ooohhh!" Michael moaned loudly. Wilma was using her pussy muscles on his cock exactly as she had on Petie's. Her cunt was causing unbelievably good sensations to shoot out in all directions between his legs specially up through his burgeoning cockstem. His erection throbbed hotly, pulsing ever more dangerously to the point of release.
"Ahhh! Oh, gee," Michael said. "She's so tight I can't believe it." He groaned and tensed every muscle in his body as he felt her pussy milking away at his aching erection.
"All right, Michael," Donald said. "My turn, now. Here, you take the camera and get a picture."
Michael raised up reluctantly, giving a shudder as his prick plopped free from Wilma's tight squeezing cunthole.
Donald laughed at the expression on his son's face. "You'll get another chance, Son," he said. "Just hang on. Here. Now you push this button here you see."
He let go of the camera and grinned as he moved toward Wilma. "All right, Baby," he said. "On your hands and knees."
Slowly Wilma got over onto her hands and knees, crouching forward. Her smooth feminine butt stuck up into the air, a waiting target for Donald's huge, throbbing hard-on.
Donald moved on forward, rubbing on his huge dick as he walked. He tugged his foreskin on and off his peterhead. His juices flowed freely out his cockslit and trickled down over his smooth-skinned peter. He smeared the juice all up and down, lubricating his erection completely.
Spreading his legs, Donald straddled Wilma's upstretched butt.
"Ohhh, what's he gonna do?" Petie asked.
Michael was moaning with disbelief. "He's gonna fuck her in the ass," he said. "Watch."
"He's gonna do what?" Petie asked.
"Fuck her in the ass!" Michael said.
"How can he do that? She doesn't have a pussy back there, does she?"
"No, stupid! He's gonna stick it in her butt-hole."
"Aw, gee!" Petie said. "I never heard of any such thing."
"Look," Michael said. "He's gonna do it now."
Donald maneuvered himself into position over Wilma's butt. His hairy legs closed around her, pinning her between them. She felt his heavy balls brushing over her buttocks.
"Ooohhh!" She moaned as she felt him push the bulbous tip of his peter right down into her asscrack. He shoved pushing it down until it was pressing right down against her sensitive anal opening itself. "Oh, Donald NO! No! NOOOO!"
"Come on. Baby. You've taken it up in the butt before. Let's show the boys how it's done."
"Oh, gee," Petie said. "Did you hear that, Michael? He's fucked her in the butt before."
"OOOHHHHHHH!! ! ! " Wilma moaned loudly. The tip of Donald's hard-on was working its way right down inside her butt. It pushed apart her ass-cheeks and spread open her butt hole. There was a pop as the whole end of his peter slid inside her butt.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Groaning loudly, Donald forced one inch after another of his long hard dong into Wilma's aching ass-hole. When his prick was halfway through her ass-hole, Michael snapped a picture that would show it all.
"Oh, gosh, look at him, Michael," Petie said. "I can't believe it."
Impossible though it seemed to believe, it was actually happening. Donald's enormous peter was being forced completely down into Wilma's butt. Best of all as far as the boys were concerned it was all happening right before their eyes.
Michael maneuvered around to get a second picture, one that would show the exciting penetration of Wilma's anus from another angle.
Petie, in his excitement at seeing his father drive home his huge cock between Wilma's ass-cheeks, was frigging furiously, whipping his hand up and down over his long-stemmed erection. The steady popping sound of the loose outer skin of his dick working up and down over his bulbous dickhead filled the room.
Michael's own erection was quivering rock hard with excitement above his two huge nuts. He couldn't resist the temptation to join his brother. He reached down, wrapped his fingers around it, and began tugging away.
"Ooohhh! Ahhh, Donald!" Wilma gasped loudly as Donald gave one last plunge, driving his great hard-on down until it was buried to his nuts. He held it there, jerking the muscles in it so that it quivered down hard inside her butt.
"Ohhh! Awww, fuck! If you boys think sticking your cocks in her cunt feels good, wait till you try this," Donald said. "Her ol' butt hole's so tight I can feel it all over my dick."
Donald obviously intended to keep working his hard-on in her ass until he shot his cum clear down inside her.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" he grunted desperately.
Wilma moaned in unison with each and every grunt as his huge peterhead probed ever deeper into her ass.
"Oh, Donald! Aaaggghhh! OOOHHH!" Wilma was so excited she could scarcely stay still beneath him. Supporting herself on her knees and one hand, her other hand snaked up between her legs. Her fingers began working away at her cunt.
"Aaaggghhh!" Wilma moaned long and loud as her massaging thumb brought her off. Her clit was exploding between her legs. At the same time, she felt Donald's hard on give a violent shudder up inside her ass. It seemed like her butt was being ripped apart. Then, like a geysering fountain, his cock erupted. Sticky gushes of male syrup spewed up and out of his cock and flooded the innermost reaches of her rectum.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH! Aw, shit, I'm cummin'! " Donald shouted. "MMMPPPHHH!! ! " Closing his eyes, he bucked like a wild man atop her backside. His midsection slammed up and down over her up-thrust butt. He drove his ramrod cock home again and again. His milky offering spewed forth in gigantic spurts.
Wilma quivered beneath him as her own orgasm rocked through her limbs.
When at last Donald's cock had spewed forth the last of his jism, he raised up into a standing position and pulled his cock free from the tight hole in which it was embedded.
Wilma dropped to the floor of the living room, panting for breath. She pulled her sticky finger out of her cunny hole.
His cock still dribbling with semen, Donald retrieved the camera from the floor where Michael had placed it. He grinned as he watched his two boys move forward toward Wilma. They were both displaying unbelievably big and hard boners. They were beating their meat, whipping their foreskins on and off their dickheads as they moved in.
Wilma lay back on the floor, spreading her naked arms and legs in open invitation.
Petie came up and sat down over her face, his big balls brushing against her lips. He moved his hard-on down until the end of it was sticking right against her mouth. Wilma opened her lips and engulfed the boy's hard pecker, taking it all-in in one swift swallow.
With her mouth now full of Petie's cock, she moaned happily as she felt Michael crawling up between her legs. She knew what he was going to do. He was going to stick that throbbing dick of his inside her cunt and fuck her until they both came.
She quivered with excitement, and while she waited for Michael to enter her, she began mouthing Petie's cock.
"Oooohhh!" Michael moaned with delight as his cock sank into Wilma's twat. Her warm pussy walls were suddenly pressing in on all sides of his erection.
Donald snapped a picture.
In no time at all, Michael was humping atop Wilma, working his hard throbbing peter in and out of her cunt while she gobbled up his younger brother's cockstem.
Donald snapped another picture then another then another. He finished up the third pack of film. A total of thirty-six photographs had been taken, showing Wilma taking cock in very way imaginable.
"Oooohhh!" Petie's whole body went stiff. He closed his eyes and threw back his head, moaning uncontrollably. Wilma was sucking him so hard the juice was spurting out the end of his prick-a continuous cum. Hot cum juice was flowing freely up the length of his prick and out his peehole into Wilma's sucking mouth and throat.
At the same time, squealing with delight, Wilma clamped down her pussy muscles on Michael's cock as hard as she could. His big boner throbbed hotly then exploded deep inside her. Hot semen gushed up its length, spewing out into her cock-hungry pussy-tube.
Wilma rutted on the floor until she and the two boys atop her were completely exhausted, their bodies drained of all sexual energy. They broke apart at last.
Lying on the floor, her eyes closed, Wilma breathed hard, panting for breath. When she opened them, it was to see Donald seated on the sofa, grinning from ear to ear, looking over all the pictures he had just taken. He was already beginning to arrange them in an empty album he had bought in advance just for this purpose.
Wilma quickly joined him, and the boys scrambled around to watch. She could not help but give a little moan of anticipation as she saw all those blank pages in the album just waiting to be filled....
