"Mom, we're sorry!" John gasped breathlessly as he stopped in front of his mother.
"Honest, Mom," Bob echoed his brother as he ran up behind him.
"But those kids…" John started to say.
Sheila narrowed her eyes and tried to look angry as the two boys panted in front of her. They were like two young lions, their curly blond hair hanging in their eyes as they waited for her to say something.
"I swear, I don't know who to yell at first. I think God cursed me when he gave me twins," Sheila said, but she couldn't help but break out into a broad smile.
"See, Bobby? I told you she wouldn't mind all that much," John said as he smiled back at his mother.
Sheila felt as if she could drop on her back and spread her legs apart right in the school hallway. Bob and John were as ruggedly handsome as their father, and just as wild. At first glance, they looked a lot alike. But on closer inspection, one could see major differences. Both boys had tight, compact bodies, and their chests were covered with thick blond hair. But John had dark-brown eyes that seemed to smolder with lust every second of the day, while Bob's blue eyes sparkled with mischief and adventure.
John was two minutes older than his brother, and as a result, he always took the lead whenever the two of them were together. He acted like the older brother, and Bob accepted it gracefully, never bucking against the authority his brother laid on him occasionally.
Sheila was proud of both boys. They excelled scholastically and athletically in school and always managed to be popular with the girls as well as their male peers – that is, until the scandal broke and they became the butt of every filthy joke their former friends could think of.
"Come on boys. We're going home," Sheila said as she took a quick glance at the school office and headed for the front door.
"Hey, Mom. What's wrong?" John said as he followed his mother out to the front steps.
"I'm just tired of all the flak we've been taking. This is the end of the spring semester, anyway. You're both through with your finals, aren't you?" Sheila asked as she opened the door to her car.
"Sure. We're just windin' up some classes," Bob said as he crawled into the rear seat after his brother.
"Well, you're both going to finish up your senior year at a private school," Sheila said, slamming the car door angrily and starting up the engine quickly. She wanted to get away from the school building as soon as possible.
"Why?" both her sons asked.
"Let's just say that I'm at the end of my rope with people who've got nothing better to do than sneer at me and make you fight," Sheila said, fighting back the tears as she tried to keep the car steady.
"But how are you going to afford it?" John asked after several minutes of silence had passed.
"I'm-I'm not sure. I just started taking in boarders," Sheila said, smiling as she felt her snatch warm up again.
"Well, I guess you had to do something," Bob said, sighing deeply. "Dad just isn't coming over with the alimony, is he?"
"No. The support payments for both of you come in like the tide, but my money goes begging," Sheila said bitterly as she turned the car onto her street.
"But that'll just keep us barely alive," John said.
"Just let me think," Sheila said, turning into the drive. "But I'm not going to have you finish your schooling in a social battle ground," Sheila swore determinedly.
"Wow! We've got a general for a mother!" John said as he climbed out of the car.
"Yeah. A regular Patton," Bob said, winking slyly at Sheila as he ran into the house after his brother.
"God!" Sheila said as she leaned against the parked car and stared after her sons. She felt her cunt burning out of control as she watched their muscular asses disappear into the house. Frank had poked her snatch into action with his dick. Now it rippled almost continually with lust, aching for miles and miles of hot dickmeat. And the pricks it wanted now were those of her own sons!
"Where are you going?" Sheila asked as John ran down the stairs and opened the front door. "It's almost ten o'clock," she said, glancing at the wall clock in the living room.
"Over to Fred Jordan's. He's my only friend now," John said a little sadly.
Sheila sighed, and nodded for him to go. She couldn't deny him anything now. It was because of her and her husband that both her sons had lost almost all their friends. She couldn't keep them from hanging around with the few who continued to stick with them.
"What about Bobby?" Sheila asked.
"Oh, he's upstairs asleep, I think. He's pretty bushed out – the fight and all. I've got to run now, Mom," John said as he backed quickly out of the house.
"And don't stay out too late," Sheila said, feeling her pulse racing. Alone in the house with her youngest son. The idea excited the hell out of her. She suddenly felt like a woman just about to become the mistress of some stud.
"Bobby?" Sheila called out from the bottom of the stairs.
There was no answer. John was probably right. He was asleep. Sheila told herself there was no harm in her going into his room to make sure he was all right. She felt her knees turn rubbery as she climbed the stairs and walked toward her youngest son's bedroom. The door was opened slightly, and Sheila reached forward and pushed it completely back.
"Bobby?" she whispered softly into the darkened room.
All she could hear was the even breathing of her sleeping son. Sheila knew she should step out of the room and go back downstairs. But the blonde stared at her young son, lying sprawled across his bed. The shade was up, and the moonlight streamed into the room and reflected off Bobby's naked body. It was the first time Sheila had seen him naked since he'd matured, and the sight took her breath away. Her eyes shot down to his crotch and she saw a forest of thickly matted blond pubic hair bushing above an incredibly hefty cock. Sheila tiptoed forward, moving until she was only inches away from his muscular right leg. She saw that his cock was a smooth spear, unblemished by knobby veins or a wrinkled foreskin. Its head was almost perfectly rounded except at the base, where it flared out like a big mushroom cap.
"Jesus!" Sheila cried out softly as she felt her nipples twitch and tingle under her bathrobe. She could hardly breathe as her cunt contracted and spasmed. Juice dripped out of her steaming hole as Sheila slowly unfastened her bathrobe and let it slip off her shoulders to the floor. She couldn't control herself any more. She was going to seduce her own son right now before she could have any second thoughts about it.
"Bobby!" Sheila called out as she reached down and started trailing her fingers lightly across his soft, long dick.
"Mmmmmm," the boy moaned in his sleep as Sheila reached the thick base of his cock. Her heart jumped up in her throat as his prick began to twitch and stiffen under her light massaging.
"Bobby, Bobby, Bobby," Sheila repeated in a soft, husky voice while she stroked her son's cock into a full erection. The boy was still asleep, but was growing restless under Sheila's cock-stroking. "Ohhhhh," Sheila moaned as she felt the slippery coating of cock juice that began to ooze around the boy's prickhead. Her body trembled while her pussy grew hotter and hotter. "Ummmmmmm," Sheila groaned again. Her snatch was steaming like an iron and growing wetter while her tits were driving her crazy. She prayed that Bobby would wake up and attack her like a crazed sex maniac.
"Ummmm," Bobby groaned again, waking up slowly and opening his eyes. He smiled at first, then suddenly realized what was happening and sat up quickly. "Mom! Mom, what's going on?" he cried out.
"Oh God, Bobby. I can't help it. I want your cock! I want your dick in my snatch now," Sheila whispered desperately, still stroking her son's dick.
"Don't!" Bobby said, reaching down and trying to yank Sheila's hand from his jerking cock. "Don't you remember what you promised us?" Bobby wailed as his cock jerked frenziedly under Sheila's expert massaging.
"I don't care. It wasn't fair of you both to make me swear to something like that. Besides, what happened wasn't all my fault. You know that," Sheila pleaded, noticing that Bobby's protests were growing weaker as she twisted and swirled her fingers around his hot, throbbing dong.
"Maybe not, but I'm your own son," the boy cried as Sheila dug her little finger into his piss-slit, drawing up more of the sticky fluid.
"That makes it more exciting," Sheila said, sliding her hand down under the base of Bobby's cock to the boy's hot balls. She watched her son close his eyes and wince in delight as she squeezed the leathery sac gently with her caressing hand.
"Ohhhh, Mom," Bobby moaned, falling back on the bed and wriggling slowly across the sheet.
"Oh God!" Sheila responded. This was more than she had expected. Sheila thought Bobby would curse her; would stand up on the bed and slap her to the floor. She thought she'd have one hell of a time convincing him to fuck her. But this was too easy to believe. It took all of a few minutes to turn her son into a pleading, moaning, sex-crazed stud. She wondered how long it would take John to fall.
"Please, come down here so I can -fuck you!" Bobby cried out suddenly as he reached up and wrapped his powerful hands around her waist.
"Ugh!" Sheila cried out as she crashed to the bed.
Before she knew what was happening, Sheila felt her son spread her legs apart as far as he could and inch up toward her steaming snatch. Bobby's knees brushed the upper inner surfaces of her sweating thighs as he leaned forward and ran his tongue up her naked belly. Up it went, licking over her hot skin until it banged up against the bottoms of her swelling, twitching tits.
"Ohhhhh!" Sheila cried as Bobby's sensuous tongue slopped up and down between her heaving boobs. Suddenly she felt the boy's mouth slide up from her cleavage and inch over to the nippled end of her right tit. Sheila held her breath as she felt Bobby's lips brush across the taut, brown nipple, then clamp tightly around the hard nubbin and suck wildly at it.
"Ahhh! Ohhhh! Suck it! Suck it!" Sheila cried as she felt electric flashes of sexual heat rip loose from her tits and shoot down to her juicy pussy. "Aiyeeeeee! Aiyeeeeeee!" Sheila screeched crazily as she felt her clit swell and beat in sympathy to Bobby's insistent, hard tit-sucking.
"Mmmgffffff!" Bobby cried, refusing to let go of the hard nipple.
Sheila continued to scream and moan as she felt her son's teeth nibble gently on the hard, brown skin while her tongue lashed back and forth over her nipple. She reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around his jerking cock, milking it frenziedly with one hand while she rolled his hot balls from side to side with the other. The two of them moaned loudly, and Sheila was afraid that maybe she was rocketing him too quickly toward climax. She was hot, but not that hot. She wanted to feel her tits fly off and her box clamp down shut on her son's dick like the jaws of a shark when she came.
"Jesus, Mom! Fuck, don't do that! I swear I'll cum all over your tits if you keep jacking me off like that," Bobby said as he pushed Sheila's hands away.
Sheila let go of the cock reluctantly, moving her hands down her belly to her puffy cuntlips and stroking the sensitive, fluttering flaps gently with her fingertips. She felt her snatchlips sputter like exposed electric wires with each stroke she gave them. Her cunt smoldered with sexual fire, while her asscheeks quivered and sweated with anticipation. The unbearable ache in her clit was driving her up the wall.
"My clit! My clit!" Sheila shrieked as she drove her fingers deep into her snapping twat, then slid them up until she gripped her tiny stiff mound of sparking flesh and jerked it from one side to the other.
"I'll take care of that," Bobby said huskily as he lowered his head again, inching backward on the bed until his mouth was even with her hot cunt. "Shit, it's like sticking my head into a blast furnace," Bobby said as he reached forward and peeled back her fat, hot cuntlips with his fingers.
"Uhhhhh! Unnnnhhhhhh!" Sheila cried wildly as she felt the cold air rush into her hot fuck tunnel. "Ohhhh,g-g-goddddddd!" Bobby moaned as he threw his mother's legs higher into the air. He pushed his head between his mother's silky thighs, nuzzling through the tight curls on her quivering mound and opening his mouth wide. Sheila propped her head up and watched in heated fascination as her son closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Her pussy suddenly became electrically charged, sparking wildly as Bobby's tongue flicked teasingly at her wiry cunthairs.
"Uhhhhh! Ohhh,don't tease! Aiyeeee, shiiiit! Fuckin' Jeeeeesus, don't t-tteeeeaaaassseeee!"
Bobby chuckled deep in his throat as his mother dug her head and asscheeks deep into the groaning, sweat and cunt-juice-stained mattress. Then he dove forward even further, sinking his teeth into the swollen, fleshy lips. At the same time the boy jammed his pointed tongue into her trembling snatch. Sheila froze for a second, then broke out into a wild series of thrashing and twisting motions when she felt Bobby's tongue sliding across her throbbing clit. Sheila locked her legs around his neck and shoved his face against her bucking, feverish cunt in a burst of uncontrollable lust.
"Damn it! Goddamn it!" Bobby cried out, pulling his head out and wrapping his fingers tightly around his jerking cock. "I almost shot my load," he said, holding his spasming, pulsating cockhead tightly until he'd forced the jizz back down into his contracting, heavy balls.
"Oh, noooo! Don't! Not yet!" Sheila moaned as she stared hotly at her son's spasming cock. "Not yet!"
"But -uhggggghhhhh! I'm gonna fuck you now!" the boy cried in a sudden rage.
Sheila looked up and watched his young face twist with the rage of lust. She looked up and saw the huge, bulbous purple cockhead pulsating, drooling with drops of pre-cum, waiting to enter her. She could almost feel it pushing against her clenching cuntal walls as he shoved it deeper and deeper into her twat.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Sheila moaned as a signal.
She arched her hips until a small bit of his cockhead became embedded in the spongy, red folds of her outer labes. That small piece of prickhead sent flashes of indescribable heat up to her tits and brain. Sheila arched and bucked against Bobby, groaning that she wanted his dick inside her. All she could think of now was her son's jizz-dripping cockhead that was twitching and spasming between her outer cuntlips.
"Arrrghhhhh! Nowwwwww!" Sheila screamed.
"Fuck!" Bobby answered, squeezing his powerful asscheeks together and driving his cock into her cunt.
"Wawwwhhhhh! Wawwwwwhhhhhh!"
Sheila shrieked as she locked her ankles around Bobby's humping back. Once his cock was inside, Bobby partially yanked it out, then slammed it home again until his balls slapped noisily against Sheila's upturned asscheeks.
"Ohhh, yesssss!" Sheila hissed as she felt his smooth, bulbous cockhead shoving in and out of her hot hole. She wriggled around on the bed, working her son's thick cockhead deeper and deeper into her box as Bobby continued to shove forward and drive his long pole into his mother's sucking, trembling pussy.
"Ohhhh, Fuck MEEEEEE!" Sheila cried as she felt Bobby's prickhead drive deeper into her quivering hole. Her cuntal walls closed tightly around the sinking shaft. She swallowed as much of the young boy's prick into her cunt as she could as she continued to beg for more and more of Bobby's throbbing dick.
"Mom! Mom!" Bobby groaned, hunching back and slowly pulling his cock out, only to drive it back in and grind his hairy crotch hard against her trembling pussylips. Her labes were being rubbed raw with every downward stroke and sideways grind. She felt her clit beating against her swollen, sore snatchlips until Sheila thought it would rip loose from the stretched, hot membranes.
"Aieeeee!" Sheila shrieked suddenly as she felt her son reach between their bucking bodies and grab her soft cuntlips. As he squeezed them, Bobby flicked one finger over her erect clit. It spasmed more wildly than before, making her arch her back involuntarily as a series of cunt-ripping contractions shot quickly through her sucking snatch.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sheila kept repeating as she shoved her ass up. She took every hot, hard inch of Bobby's cock. Sheila loved the feeling of her son's heavy balls dangling down and slapping her butt. She began to match Bobby's hunching, bucking her ass up and down, slamming her puffy hot labes into her son's hard groin.
"Arrrrghhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Bobby groaned as he ground his ass on the downstroke so that he could chum his prick inside her raw, sucking snatch. Bobby collapsed completely on top of Sheila's squirming body, mashing in her hard nipples as Sheila tightened her arms around her son's neck and spread her legs as widely apart as she could.
"More! More!" Sheila grunted like an animal in Bobby's ear. She couldn't get enough of her son. He was ramming her cunt regularly now, his balls slapping noisily against her bouncing asscheeks as she thrashed like a mad woman on the bed.
"Cumming! Cummmmiiinnnnggggg!"
Bobby groaned as he dug his fingers into Sheila's sides and slammed his groin like a battering ram against her snatch.
"Yesssss! Yesssss!" Sheila answered him, feeling her own orgasm about to rocket through her box.
She looked up for the last time and saw Bobby throw back his head and open his mouth, letting out a strange, animal-like growl. The veins stood out in his throat as his body twitched jerkily. Sheila closed her eyes and felt herself fly off the bed as an explosion ripped through her thrashing body.
"Aiyeeee! Wawwwwwwhhhh!" Sheila wailed as she felt Bobby's cock begin to quiver wildly inside her mushy pussy.
She felt his cockmeat suddenly explode in her snatch, firing wads of sticky, thick jizz deep into her twat. The heat, the groans, the friction, the hot, wet feeling of cum spattering against the sides of her clenching cunt were the final triggers for her climax. She felt herself letting go of the world and sailing into the realm of climax as the first massive contraction ripped through her pussy.
"Aiyeeee! Arrrgghhhhh! Wawwwwhhhhh! Wawwwwwhhhhh!" Sheila screeched out mindlessly as she tossed her thighs high into the air and drove her spasming pussy hard against Bobby's sweaty crotch. Wave after climactic wave of orgasm tore through her body as Sheila screamed, moaned and whimpered. She felt Bobby continue to drive his dick harder against her stretched-apart cuntlips as rivers of hot cam leaked out from between her labes.
"J-j-jeeessu! Unnnghhhh!" the boy groaned, tossing his head back and forth as he fired more fuck juice into his mother's clenching pussy.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" Sheila finally groaned as the last contraction swept over her pussy. The two of them finally collapsed into a pile of panting, sweaty flesh.
"Oh God, Mom, I don't think we should have…" Bobby began softly as he propped himself up on his hand and looked lovingly into his mother's soft blue eyes.
"Don't finish that!" Sheila said almost angrily, reaching up and clamping her right hand across Bobby's mouth.
"Why not?" Bobby asked, pulling his mother's hand away.
"We've been apologizing to people too long now," Sheila said, squeezing her cuntal walls together to milk the last of her son's jizm from his softening dick.
"But this isn't right, is it?" Bobby asked, looking curiously at his mother.
"And is it any more right for all those people to go hooting after us? I'm tired of apologizing to everybody. From now on, we're going to do what we want, when we want, and to hell with everybody!" Sheila said determinedly.
Bobby smiled at his mother, then bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"You're a real tiger, Mom," he said, backing away gently and pulling his limp prick slowly out of her protesting pussy. "John's gonna be real happy with you."
Sheila felt her heart leap up to her throat. Would she be able to fuck both sons?
"Is J-John…" Sheila stammered.
"We've talked about sex a lot lately. You know, what with the trouble at school and all, the girls haven't been exactly running up to us. And I've seen the way he's been looking at you," Bobby said, rolling off the bed and winking at Sheila before walking to the bathroom.
"But when…?" Sheila asked as Bobby walked out of the bedroom.
"Whenever you're ready for him. What about tonight?" Bobby said, turning around in the doorway.
Sheila looked at his long, limp prick and wondered what it would take to bring it back to full stiffness again. Then she thought of John and wondered what kind of cock dangled between his powerful legs. Was it as long as Bobby's? Longer? Thicker? She felt her pulse quicken with excitement and expectation.
"Don't worry. I won't butt in on the first time with him," Bobby said, chuckling softly as he turned around and walked into the hall. "But don't rule out the possibility of taking the two of us on some day."
Sheila felt her cunt spasm and her tits tingle as she thought about her sons' pricks burrowing and screwing deeper and deeper into her bucking body simultaneously. It was more than any mother could ask for.