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 The late 70 s had seen a greater freedom of social mores and norms in many
ways.  From the acceptance of step-families, interracial marriages and
steady marches toward feminine hedonism.  One such family was the Nunn's,
Benjamin Nunn, his Australian wife Patty and her 14 yo step-son Paul.  Ben
Nunn was an Air Force crew chief on flying status late in his career and
who was assigned to nearby Morton AFB in the lush California apple country
around Tracy.  He and his family lived in one of the typical post war
suburbs that sprung up throughout California.  Ben preferred to live
off-base so he could earn the extra pay allowance the Air Force paid for
not living on the base in government housing.  Their subdivision was not
rundown or troubled but because his duties required him to be gone for long
periods of time, Ben had gotten a large European Mastiff dog from a private
breeder for Patty's company and protection while he was away.  Patty stood
at the kitchen sink washing breakfast dishes after seeing Paul off to
school.  She stood staring at Buster the large powerfully built Mastiff Ben
had acquired a month ago for her company and erstwhile protection.  Patty
was concerned about Buster's impact on their family budget.  She also felt
uneasy around Buster because of his size and his habit of late of sneaking
up on her sniffing her with his cold nose.  For some reason she could not
yet explain, she shivered with arousal as she watched the pet lazy about in
their small backyard.  Perhaps it was a natural longing as her husband had
now been away five days and she missed their lovemaking.  But it was
something else too.  Patty was mildly submissive in nature with latent
masochistic tendencies.  At 32 years of age she is in her sexual prime and
in this story we will witness her succumb to her hidden lusts first with
her pet and then with her step-son, a physically mature but sexually
ignorant 9th grader.  After marrying Ben four years ago Patty had seen her
sexual thirst quenched for the first time in her life.  But now a seething
hunger was invading her being once again.  A voluptuous woman with an ample
38C bosom on her lush 5'6" frame.  An Australian farm girl earlier in life,
Patty was a rumpy female specimen.  This probably explained how she gained
sexual arousal from spankings she received as a teenager and more recently
from Ben.  Patty had moved to the kitchen counter to peel some vegetables
for a salad to be had with their supper when she was suddenly surprised by
Buster who had come in thru the pet entrance cut into their backdoor to the
yard.  Patty squealed, and then giggled like a schoolgirl because the
Mastiff, which had been licking at her knee, quickly darted behind her and
began sniffing at her juicy butt.  "Buster!" Patty hissed, and slapped the
dog.  "Naughty, naughty, go to your house!" She pointed toward the pet
entrance, and stomped her feet and the rebuked pet slunk away.  Patty
smiled absently as she watched the pet amble across the back yard, for his
probing nose had caused a tingle of puzzling arousal to course through her.
She gazed fondly at the brutish pet as she stood near the sink.  The labia
of her womanly sump throbbed and her nipples began to harden inside the
light pink brassiere she wore, for her a sure sign of sexual arousal. 
Patty took a package of raw ground beef from the refrigerator setting it on
the kitchen table.  She sat gazing at the raw meat and the big dog outside.
She crossed her legs and rubbed her lush thighs together.  Her mind had
made a momentous decision.  A decision that would affect her entire family.
Chapter 2 The big pet lay on its side in the narrow hallway staring at the
doorway of the master bedroom where Patty sat at her vanity table.  In
psycho-sexual mental conflict, humans often needed very little urging to
pursue gratification they secretly desire.  The flimsiest of excuses would
do and she certainly had hers.  Her husband was away on a military exercise
in South America and as she knew the pet was for her protection and company
she consented to use him for that purpose in her husband's absence.  Patty
laid a small dish of freshly cooked ground beef at her feet as she sat at
the vanity facing her bedroom door.  "Buster, c'mere boy." She called in
her down under accent.  The husky Mastiff bounded up from the hallway and
loped into the bedroom, stopping just short of where the dish of meat sat
two feet away from Patty.  This brought him to his feet as he sniffed
avidly.  Patty smiled to herself.  She knew she was getting the message
across to him now.  When his head darted lower and his sniffing snout
started poking at the freshly cooked meat.

   Patty sat with her sandaled feet flat on the floor and her legs slightly
agape.  Her thin floral print dress was rucked up to her upper thighs. 
This pose would have given a human male a teasing glimpse of her enticing
crotch covered in pink lace panties.  But to Buster it proffered the
teasing odor of her aroused snatch coming from the thin transparent
covering of her panties.  Her heated musk much like a female bitch wafted
toward Buster just as the animal dipped his muzzle into the dish to consume
the treat its mistress had prepared.  The dog glanced up briefly at the
strip of nylon covering her secretion-leaking sex, Patty shivered with a
surge of lewd expectation.

   Patty waited until Buster had wolfed down all but maybe two mouthful of
the freshly cooked meat, then she scooted forward in the vanity chair.  She
retrieved the dish and sat it on the edge of her chair between her smooth
white thighs.  With the enticing odors of the cooked meat and her juicy
feminine odors just six inches away the black pet took his first tentative
steps toward his mistress.  Patty slowly scooted forward again, resting her
pantied crotch against the animal's snout as she moved the dish behind her
and set it on the vanity behind her.  The heated odor of aroused female
surged up the animal's nostrils and set off bestial urges several centuries
old.  "Do you like it, boy?  Does it smell good?" she asked unnecessarily.
Buster immediately followed the scent and swiped his long wet tongue across
her scented crotch.  "Aww yessss!" Patty hissed softly and shivered.  "Lick
boy, lick." She urged the dog.  Buster complied immediately...for what Ben
and his wife didn't know was that Buster had many months experience in
providing this type companionship.  Buster had been procured from a very
unscrupulous vetenarian who provided specially trained large dogs for
discreet owners who wanted their wives or girlfriends to experiment with
bestiality.  In an ironic twist of fate the vetenarian's assistant had sold
the animal to Ben Nunn while the Vetenarian was in Europe on a dog buying
trip.  Chapter 3 The well trained pet licked the juncture of Patty's lush
thighs.  In just a few swipes of his broad tongue the crotch panel of her
transparent pink French-cut panties was saturated with the animal's hot
slobber.  "Uh you bastard...don't stop!" "Go on and bog in me snatch."
Patty said.  She lifted her juicy ass from the vanity chair and whisked her
panties off, cocking her right leg over an armrest of her chair.  Buster
continued his oral assault except now he licked from the dime-sized
aperture of her pink asshole all the way up through the moistened labia of
her fragrant snatch.  "Smspllsm, Smpllsm!" the beast's slobbery tongue
worried through her cunt, leaving huge dollops of dog-slobber.  Patty
heated up even further, a lock of her brown hair fell wantonly from her
forehead, sexily obscuring her vision.  Her nipples had now hardened inside
her thin bra, further testament to her arousal.  She thrilled strongly as
her pet pleasured her heated grotto.  Glancing down however she noticed the
animal was becoming aroused too, as she saw his fat shank of penis extend
from its hairy sheath.  After climaxing strongly from Buster's oral
caresses.  She whisked the animal back outside in to the yard and returned
to her bedroom.  She had more to do.  Patty had achieved a mild orgasm from
the dog's oral attentions, but she wanted more.  Returning to her bedroom
and locking the door, she shimmied out of her dress and grabbed her
hairbrush from the vanity table.  Patty was still aroused and needed more
to really satisfy her latent urges.  She planned to use the hair brush to
address those urges.  Glancing at her bedside clock she saw there was 90
minutes in which to do so.  Paul Nunn and his closest buddy, Mickey Owens
were on their last 20 minute recess of the day at Sutter Oaks Middle
School. The boys had free rein to roam their small campus during this 20
minute free period.  Mickey convinced Paul they had time to get over to the
old band classroom and ogle a slightly faded Polaroid picture of Paul's
step-mother, Patty.  Paul had found the picture about 3 weeks ago and
though not very explicit it had fueled Paul and lately Mickey's
masturbatory fantasies daily.  The 3x4 Polaroid was a picture of Patty in a
skimpy blue bathing suit Ben had brought her back from a temporary duty
trip in Italy.  He had her wear it one recent Saturday afternoon during a
backyard cookout.  It could be taken as simply a harmless cheesecake photo
of a pretty housewife.  But in the fired up minds of horny 14 year olds it
was something else.  The photo showed Patty standing in profile pouring ice
tea into glasses.  The bathing suit was a 2 piece bikini style in nylon. 
The brassiere portion was very low-cut and exposed the upper portions of
her creamy breasts.  The pebbly nut brown tan circle of her areola was
hazily visible thru the cups.  The bottoms were designed with arching lines
over hips that revealed juicy swaths of her achingly smooth thigh meat. 
Paul had found the Polaroid in a bag of papers destined for the weekly
recycling bin which it was his chore to put outside each week on Thursday.
Chapter 4 The lads had been ogling the photo for several weeks.  Once from
the safety of Mickey's bedroom during the absence of his parents, the boys
had cleverly put the photo in a plastic sandwich bag and jerked off lustily
in horny tribute to Paul's step-mom.  For now from the safety of the
abandoned classroom they simply passed it back and forth to babble on about
how sexy Patty looked.  Mickey offered the most explicit dialogue.  "Dang
man, you can almost see her pussy hairs." He yelped as he rubbed the
growing bulge in his Chinos.  Paul for his part simply stared blankly as
his 5 inch cock grew turgidly inside his jeans.  "Aww man if we could just
see her naked one time." Paul exclaimed as he now slid the photo over to
Mickey who had now reclined on a desk.  Mickey had now unzipped his pants
and flipped his 5 inch uncut cock into the open.  He was primed to just
start stroking his cock in silent tribute to Patty's visage.  "No, Mick
there's no time.  We have to head back in a couple minutes.  We'll get in
trouble if we're late from recess." Paul intoned.  Mickey's rampant hardon
stuck outside the fly of his pants throbbing and pointing upward.  Two
clear shiny pearls of pre-come bubbled to the surface of his pissslit.  He
longed to grasp his sturdy pecker and jerk it until he exploded his pent-up
semen.  Paul snapped his friend from his revelry by blurting out, "C'mon we
better go." Mickey conceded defeat and slowly forced his cock back into his
briefs and zipped his pants up.  Forlornly the dejected lads ran off back
to class.  Patty ran the handle of her hairbrush up and down the slick oval
of her cunt until it was lathered with a rich glaze of her feminine dew. 
The hairbrush was seven inches long total, but the business end was a
sturdy four inches she was now hunching in the velvet-like sump of her
pussy.  The brown haired housewife shivered in fuck-lust at the keen thrill
her body felt as she plunged the brush handle into her heated grotto. 
"Awhh, Ahh." She moaned as her pleasure increased.  Patty shifted onto her
left side and steepled her right leg on the now rumpled bedspread.  This
gave her a greater angle to drive the phallic shaped grooming tool into her
cunt.  After a leisurely half hour of auto erotic exploration Patty went
and showered, changing her clothes in order to prepare supper for her and
Paul.  She got a giddy thrill from powdering and perfuming her lush body
amid the realization she missed her husband sexually and had allowed the
family pet to help her gain a measure of experience in masturbation. 
Chapter 5 The two boys lounged in the small den absently watching the
television.  Paul and his friend Mickey had arrived promptly from school at
3:45pm.  Playing briefly in the back yard with Buster, they finally
summoned the courage to ask Patty if Mickey could stay for supper, to which
she agreed.
The boys made a couple idle trips into the kitchen as Patty prepared
supper just to slyly glance at her as she worked back and forth at the
stove and kitchen counter.  She wore a form fitting thin blue housedress
that ended about three inches above her knees.  She didn't really pay much
attention to how she dressed at home because didn't see a need, fancying
herself as simply an ordinary military housewife.  But to the boys she was
s vision of erotic femininity especially after discovering the Polaroid

picture of her.  Standing at the counter slicing tomatoes with the sun
streaming in the windows silhouetting her womanly charms.  The pastel
yellow of her matching underwear showed faintly though the dress.  When the
boys returned their glasses to the kitchen for refills of milk she had
poured earlier, they lingered to look at her from the rear.  Mickey
thrilled just staring at the thrusting ass-curves of his friend's step-mom.
He could clearly see the arching lines of her yellow panties caressing her
juicy rump, his turgid teen cock hardened.  At supper the boys thrilled
mightily just from sitting across from the attractive woman.  To Paul, his
step-mom's scent seemed to be everywhere.  After supper the boys
volunteered to help with dishes as a ruse to allow them to stay in the room
with Patty.  Paul broke a long silence by asking permission to spend Friday
night at Mickey's.  "I'm sorry guys but with Paul's dad on TDY (Temporary
Duty) and we didn't ask beforehand, I think not." Patty said evenly.  Then
Mickey chimed in, "Mrs.  Nunn but I could sleep over here." The antsy boy
offered glancing eagerly at step-mom and son.  Patty thought briefly about
denying them, but the sheepish expectant look on their faces forced her to
agree.  She had been pondering how to make Paul more pleasant on his dad's
long trips away and thought it would help.  Chapter 6 On Thursday morning
Patty's skin virtually tingled all over.  She planned to use Buster again
for some foreplay in preparation for her masturbation.  After breakfast and
Paul's departure to school, she dressed sparsely with just a loose fitting
blouse and some brief Australian shorts which were similar to what were
called Daisy Dukes here in the States.  Patty made sure the front door was
locked.  She lounged lazily on the sofa in the small den.  She had let
Buster into the hallway but had not yet summoned him to the den.  She
lowered her shorts and stepped from them while leaving her sandals on. 
"C'mon here Buster, here boy...come." She said huskily, reclining back on
the sofa.  Today there was no pretext or enticement with ground beef.  She
reached down and pulled the crotch panel of her mint green bikini panties
to the side and ordered the animal to "Lick." This time the animal went
directly to sit between the outstretched legs of its owner as she scooted
to the edge of the sofa.  Buster licked inside her knees, his tongue hot
and wet.  He worked up inside her thighs with long sloppy strokes that made
Patty shiver.  Hot and cold tingles raced up her thighs.  He bathed Patty
with his slobber.  His whiskers brushed her inner thighs and she cranked
them open further.  Patty felt weak as she looked at the wet nose sniffing
in her crotch.  The space between her cunt and his tongue dwindled.  When
his cold nose touched her clit she yelped, "Ohh Buster." The dog's thick
tongue suddenly drug over her entire pussy-cleft.  The animal snorted in
her crack, sniffing out the keen, musky odor of her hot cunt.  His tongue
was driving the fat outer lips apart and sliding in between the thinner but
slicker inner lips.  The woman bucked her butt up from the sofa toward the
dog's flailing tongue.  "Oh good doggy, such a good doggy." She breathed
out.  Patty's cunt glistened with a mix of womanly cunt juice and dog
slobber.  Limp with excitement, panting with fuck-lust the housewife began
to have her first orgasm.  She lifted her feet from the floor and whisked
her panties off completely.  This tipped her pussy up so the dog could get
in deeper.  "aww Aw Agh Agh!" she bleated as she came.  "Oh shit." She
blurted out.  The feeling was so exquisite the depraved housewife sat up
briefly and removed her blouse.  Then unfastening her bra, she yanked it up
to her neck freeing her lush 38C tits.  Patty rubbed and plucked at her own
nipples as the beast returned to licking her obscenely wet snatch. 
Feminine arousal juice bubbled from her like lava from a volcano.  Suddenly
the huge Mastiff started to yelp and whine in between licks of her fragrant
snatch.  She sat up further to see what was agitating Buster.  "I'll be
Lord Nelson." She exclaimed!  She could see the fiery hot pink shank of his
canine penis extending from a furry sheath.  It glistened in the dim light
of the den.  "The brute wants to shag me." She thought silently.  Buster's
pointy nozzle held a blob of creamy stuff on its tip.  Patty touched it
quickly under Buster's heaving belly and a blob of creamy stuff dribbled
onto her fingers.  She raised her fingers to her nose and sniffed the smell
of bestial pre-come.  It was marvelous, musky and sweet like perfume and
nasty too.  Her mind trapped in a fog of lust, the horny woman opened her
lips, moistened them with her tongue and slurped the heated sap.  The dog's
cock was hot, hard and slimy and because of his previous experience Buster
knew that human females could accommodate him.  Patty however wanted one
more oral come and she struggled with the morality of her acts.  She stood
directly in front of the dog, holding on to its neck as she coaxed it back
to licking her.  Buster began licking in earnest.  It was like the animal
knew the quicker it satisfied its partner the sooner it could seek its own
release.  Patty bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming.  His hot wide
tongue was so wet.  It mashed her clit and cunt-slot making her juices
gush. In seconds her whole pussy was swollen and sagging open.  Patty
flipped onto her belly on the sofa.  Buster never broke stride he just kept
licking her from behind like a well-oiled machine.  The dog licked cunt and
asshole in long hot slurps that made her chew the sofa cushion.  Suddenly
she felt the warm hairy weight of his body on her back and she elevated her
ass in an attempt to bump him off her.  She felt the spongy point of
dog-cock slap errantly against her hairy cunt.  He missed on the first
lunge, but on the next the hot cock nudged right into her socket.  Patty's
face burned with shame at her deeds, but she guiltily flipped her ass
higher up driving the beast's huge thing into her needy cunt Chapter 7 How
long they had been in the den in a sexual frenzy, Patty knew not, what with
her face buried in a cushion as the dog fucked her.  It was not surprising
that in the midst of this squirming rut she missed the sound of the back
door being opened.  The dog had made her come repeatedly but through it all
she could not miss the sudden flash of light in the dimness of the den. 
The small room exploded in white light again and the woman jerked her head
up from the sofa in panic.  She jerked her head around to look over her
left shoulder and through the haze of orgasm frenzy she saw Paul and his
friend Mickey!  The Polaroid camera Mickey held flashed again and spit its
4 by 3 print out.  Patty frantically tried to shake the humping beast off
her gorgeous ass, but it was impossible until Buster came.  They were
locked together.  "Ohhh Mercy!" she howled in shame and fear.  Mickey knelt
by the sofa and shot a close-up of her now puffy cunt gobbling dog cock. 
Mickey was clearly in charge.  He handed the camera to Paul and Patty
noticed Mickey's zipper was undone and his turgid 5 inches was sticking out
his fly.  Patty groaned, "Nooo don't!" as she saw Mickey shove his tight
fist down over his lurching cock.  His hand flew up and down the pale brown
uncut shank of cock, causing bubbly white sap to ooze from his foreskin. 
The boys had come straight in from school and went in back to play with the
dog.  Not finding the dog in the backyard, they came in the backdoor which
in her haste, Patty had left unlocked, to inquire.  They wanted to be sure
the pet had not escaped.  In her frenzy of illicit gratification, Paul's
step-mom had lost track of time.  When Mickey heard the frantic sensual
sounds coming from the den, he convinced Paul they should investigate. 
They had seen it all from roughly the time she had removed her blouse. 
Mickey then goaded his malleable friend into taking the camera from atop a
bookcase in the hallway so they could take the nasty pictures of the woman.
Mickey was undeterred by her pleas.  He stepped closer to the woman and
continued to stroke his cock.  He then began to make some pleadings of his
own.  "Ah Ah, please Mrs.  Nunn we won't tell.  We just want to see Buster
finish humping." He soothed.  Patty hung her head shamefully and tried to
still her body for the next approaching climax.  Slowly adult reasoning
came to her and she realized her face was hidden when the pictures were
taken.  If she were nice to the boys, especially Paul she could get the
photos and destroy them without her husband or any other adult's knowledge.
Mickey was close enough now; he slyly crouched near Patty's left leg and
slowly rubbed his cock on the sweaty skin of her calf.  He signaled to Paul
to stop taking photos and to join in further molesting his step-mom.  The
dog was humping with lightning fast hunches into the woman's pussy.  "Uh uh
agg ag." She moaned, starting to come again.  "Ohh shittt.  Shag me you
hairy bastard.  It's so good!" Paul's witnessing the depraved acts and
nasty language of his beautiful step-mom then lost his moral restraint.  He
sat the camera down on a small ottoman and lowered his zipper and fisted
his erect 5 inch cock into view.  A total of five prints were littered
about on the floor between sandal shod feet.  Mickey reached with his left
hand and snatched up Patty's discarded panties.  Bringing them to his face,
he held them to his nose thrilling keenly as he inhaled the sensual
combination of her cunt, body talc and perspiration.  This was heaven for
Mickey who in the past year had learned to jerk his cock and savor it;
withholding his orgasm to until a pinnacle of lust was reached.  Both boys
thrilled mightily seeing a live naked married woman being fucked before
their very eyes.  It was the epitome of sensual nastiness and far surpassed
the thrills they got from just looking at her picture in a skimpy bathing
suit.  Patty came for what seemed like the sixth or seventh time and was
now lucid enough to try and ingratiate herself with both boys.  She started
on Mickey as she assumed he would be the hardest to control.  Finally the
dog's nuts flexed and Patty's cunt was awash with thick waves of animal
jism.  Her snug fat pussy grew bright red from all the abuse heaped on it
by Buster.  With her and the dog's body sated, they dislodged from each
other.  Patty lay back on the sofa her legs lolling open to reveal her
thoroughly fucked cunt and body to the boy's horny gaze.  Buster slunk away
and went out into the hall.  "Boys you need to leave and I must shower and
fix supper, okay?  Mickey didn't seem to hear her.  Paul's eyes were large
and glassy, his gaze riveted on the gaping, weakly twitching slot between
her smooth fleshy thighs.  Her hairy coral lips shone with a mix of her
clear juice and the backward flow of dog sap oozing out her cunt.  Her cunt
lips were stood open given the youths a view they had dreamed of for
months. Mickey whimpered.  He began lowering his head toward the womanly
crevice.  Suddenly seeing it had given it a magnetic power drawing his lips
as he continued stroking his cock.  "Mickey?" If he heard Mrs.  Nunn, he
didn't let on.  "Mickey!" No baby, don't!" She knew what he meant to do. 
Her words told him no but the tone of her voice said yes, yes!  He was the
first young boy who'd ever wanted to do such a nasty thing to her.  Her
lovely head spun with indecision.  Decency demanded she restrain him from
this immoral act, and yet she opened her legs wider to welcome his
semi-innocent face between them, and she wriggled about enticingly to lure
him on.  "Oh dear Lord, I shouldn't let you do this!" she whined, when she
felt his hot breath bursting over her pussy region.  His face was only a
couple inches away from her vulnerable crack.  He gulped and blinked.  The
odor rising into his passion-flared nostrils was stronger than ever.  The
pungency of her female sex scent made the 14 year old groan.  Chapter 8
Paul had grabbed her discarded panties and reached in and wiped dribbles of
dog jism and woman juice from his step-mom's cunt.  "Kiss it!" Kiss it
Mick." His voice croaked out.  "Hauu.  Aaaahhhh!" Patty exclaimed as the
boy's pursed lips pressed against her pussy lips as she dragged the
youngster down to her own despicable perverted levels.  Smack!  He kissed
her cunt dead on.  "Again" Patty bleated as she impulsively grabbed his
head and wantonly shoved her smelly snatch at his face.  "Kiss it again!"
He kissed the juice dampened crack avidly moaning and whimpering as he did.
"Ahh Shit!" Patty puled as she held his head prisoner, brutishly rubbing
her cunt over his mouth nose and chin.  Then she suddenly thought how can I
corrupt these innocent guys.  I'm so wicked and weak.  "Oh, no more." She
wailed, shaking her head and causing her hair to whip sexily across her
face.  "Stop it Mickey.  That's too nasty for a youngster like you!  Please
baby, quit." She might as well saved her breath because nasty or not. 
Mickey loved her smelly cunt.  "Come up, come up!" she finally pleaded.  He
was staying put.  "Unn Unn Unn!" rubbed his face against her sweltering
crotch.  Patty quit struggling with her conscience and the boy.  Waves of
forbidden pleasure washed over her as she relaxed and began caressing his
wagging head.  Decency be damned, the housewife thought now.  It was his
idea not mine.  If he was going to be eating pussy anyway in 2 or 3 years,
it made no difference if she let him do it now.  She shivered anew, with
lewd expectation as she felt his innocent young lips slurping on her
swollen labia majora.  Her breath caught in her throat when the tip of his
tongue probed timidly into her feverish cunt.  "Deeper!  Lick deeper!" she
encouraged.  Mickey thought he might faint as he obeyed.  "Oh yessss. 
Yes!" Patty thrilled.  "Lick right into it!" A whimper like sob escaped
thru his nose.  Like millions of horny males before him, the pungent flavor
of a juiced up pussy is delicious.  Man did he like the musky taste of it!
And it was exciting to be surrounded by her warm fleshy thighs as he lapped
her sweet viscous feminine sap.  "Oh baby...How sweet!" Patty crooned with
delight.  "Work it in and out.  Fuck me with your tongue you darling boy."
The middle aged woman let go to the lurid pleasure provided by his lips and
tongue.  He was going down on her with and edacious consuming greed.  Paul
who had been largely silent and forgotten knelt near Patty stroking his
mocha colored cock as he watched the erotic tableau.  Shyly the boy hovered
his face close to her groin.  He was eager to get his taste of the woman
and dropped his inhibitions and voiced his desire.  "Patty c-cann I kiss
your pussy?" he asked meekly.  As for Patty totally unhinged by lust now,
she cranked her thighs wider and hissed out "Yesssss!" She forgot he was
her step-son, she just wanted a tongue on her soggy cunt.  She then glared
at Mickey and directed him.  "Scoot closer Mick.  Let me jerk it off for
you." But cocky little braggart that he was, Mickey ignored her
instructions.  The boy peeled back his rubbery foreskin, jumping onto the
sofa and shoved his rampant penis toward her oral cavity, sprawling nearly
in a sixty-nine position.  "Mmmphh!" she mumbled around her mouthful of
male meat.  Though surprised, she clasped his lean muscular ass cheeks and
drew him toward her.  The slippery shaft of his skinned back tool easily
glided through the soft clinging circle of her sexy red lips.  Mickey's
dangling nutsac touched the bridge of her nose.  Within minutes she had the
crown of his dick in the upper part of her gurgling throat.  Patty
surrendered the oral assault.  She allowed him to fully swivel over her so
his testicles lay over the bridge of her nose.  They blocked her view,
their bottoms nearly touching her eyeballs.  She pushed at his hips until
his cock slipped from her mouth seeping pre come and saliva from his
foreskin.  Paul's face was wedged into her pussy and licked her
purposefully if somewhat erratically.  Patty cupped the back of his head to
keep him centered into her perspiration and secretion soaked crotch.  She
then ordered Mickey to "Fuck my face precious!  Pretend my mouth is a
pussy! Shag my face, shove it down my throat!" she yipped in masochistic
delight.  Soon as her lips closed around the hot stalk of boy dick again,
he started giving it to her as she asked.  His muscular butt rose and fell
at a rapid pace, feeding his dick through her maw driving it forcefully
into her gullet.  "Mmmm, mmm, mmmm!" she chanted moaning through her
dilated nose.  Illicit masochistic thrills rippled through her lush body as
the sadistic reaming of her throat progressed in such a vulgar manner. 
With the soles of her feet pressing on the sofa cushions, she slammed her
hairy mound up into her step-son's face as she tugged on Mickey's rear end
helping him to plunder her throat with the proud young pole of his dick. 
Paul had been taught nothing about sex.  He had no preconceived notions of
it being dirty.  When the lovable woman who was his step mom starting
throwing her pussy up to him, it excited him all the more.  Her curvy ass
rolled voluptuously as it pumped up and down.  It was impossible for him to
keep his mouth anchored to her hairy snatch.  The first time he licked her
anal cleft it was purely an accident.  Not so the second time.  The way she
shuddered and made a gurgling noise in her occupied throat signaled she'd
enjoyed having his hot wet tongue swipe across her asshole.  His heart beat
like drums in his temple as he briefly deserted her larger orifice for the
smaller pinkish-brown one.  Paul willfully licked back down to the inch of
flesh separating her two holes.  He swiped her anus deliberately.  "Unnnnn
mmmmgh!" Patty moaned and sucked Mickey harder into her throat.  With her
knees wide apart and her pelvis tilted her anal aperture stood out like a
bull's-eye in the smooth valley of her upward straining ass cheeks.  Paul
could tell she wanted more and he wasted no time in giving it.  He thrust
his face into the sweat-moist, musky smelling anal gorge, rocking it up and
down as he scrubbed her rear passage.  The taste was neither bad nor good,
but due to her shivering response it gave the boy a keen thrill.  He was
dizzy with carnal pleasure.  In a fit of passion he glued his lips to her
ass and stuck his tongue up her butthole like it was a miniature pussy. 
"Oooohhhh awwwww!  Patty moaned deliriously as she pushed at Mickey's hips
until the turgid dick vacated her mouth with a lascivious slurping noise.
For a brief moment she slavishly laved his tight nut sac.  Then "Smack,
Smack" came the sexy report as her red lips rained wet kisses on the boy's
puckered brown ring.  With one final swipe of her tongue the 14 year-old
boy shivered and came, his cock untouched by him or the passion wracked 36
year old woman.  His dick lurched around like an out of control lawn
sprinkler.  It waved about over Patty's face, blasting pent-up gooey jism
over her lovely face.  "Phtt, Splatt...phtt, splatt!" Surprisingly thick
strands soaked the side of her face and forehead Mickey had not come in
over four days and it was if jism was backed up into his lungs.  "Uhg Uhg
uuhh!" the boy grunted.  Paul felt and heard the commotion above him and
yanked his face from her sweaty ass cheeks.  He hopped astride her midriff
and steadily jerked his dick to the sights and sounds before him.  Patty
tried to capture Mickey's pulsing member and secure it in her mouth.  But
the aggressive 14 year old was in such throes of ecstasy he wedged out of
her reach and continued to shower her face with ejaculate.  Paul slid his
cock between her fat tits on a glaze of her perspiration and a dollop of
Mickey's come which had splashed that far.  He squeezed the juicy orbs
together as he humped between her breasts.  On the third outstroke the
febrile images he had witnessed over the last hour or so pushed him over
the edge and he came.  "Sploosh...  sploosh, Splorgg!" loops of shiny nut
juice fired from Paul's cock and landed on his step mom's face and throat.
"Oh yesss!  The horny housewife hissed out.  She couldn't reach either boys
dick so she scooted down the sofa, her mouth forming a lovely O shape and
captured the head of Paul's dick.  The boy shuddered and shot three more
healthy wads of come directly in her mouth.  Mrs.  Nunn's teeth and gums
were awash in salty boyish semen.  She swallowed it without hesitating
shuddering blissfully.  She took the fingers of her right hand and scooped
stray dollops and splotches of both boys' jism into her mouth swallowing it
evenly without emotion.