Bobby left the house an hour later, wishing his mother fuck with his brother John. Sheila wondered about the mother/son relationship changing so quickly in her family. Suddenly Bobby was treating her as an equal. She felt more like a girlfriend than a mother.
Sheila walked slowly over to the bar and poured herself a tall vodka and soda, staring at her image in the large minor hanging over the counter. She looked at her big titties that hadn't begun to sag in the slightest. Not bad for thirty-five, Sheila thought to herself.
She glanced up at the wall clock to the right of the mirror and saw that it was midnight. Sheila wondered where John was. She knew his friend Fred Jordan. He was a pleasant enough boy and completely dependable and honest. Still it was late, and Sheila would have preferred to have John in the house.
She took a large drink from her glass, then sat down on the couch to wait until her son came home. Sheila was wearing her short, red sheer baby-doll nightie that revealed every goosebump on her mammoth titties. She looked down and could see her bristling pussy hairs through the sheer material of her panties.
"Mmmmmm," Sheila moaned to herself as she felt her pussy contract gently. She was thinking about Bobby's prick and how red and thick it got just before it started to blow its hot wads of cum into her bucking twat. She took another gulp of her drink and settled back in the couch, gently trailing her fingertips across her thighs and over her heating mound. She pictured Bobby's face, contorted with lust as he slammed his hot, young groin hard against her upturned and incredibly stretched cuntlips.
"OHHHHH!" Sheila moaned as she slid her forefinger under the elastic band of her panty leg and started to strum her stiffening clit lazily. Where the hell was he? she asked herself again as she felt a warm glow start to take over her body.
Her cunt was hornier than ever, but Sheila began to grow sleepier as the minutes passed. She tried shifting positions on the couch. But fatigue finally won and the blonde gently fell to sleep.
Sheila didn't know how long she'd been asleep when she heard the sounds of fighting coming from her front porch.
"You son – of – a – bitch, get out of here!" Sheila heard somebody scream at the top of his lungs.
"Who's there?" Sheila called out in terror as the sounds of fighting filled the living room.
"Whore! Your old lady's a fuckin', bitchin' slut!" Sheila heard another voice scream.
"Oh my God!" she cried out, leaping to her feet and running to the door.
"Hey, man! There she is! Let's get her!" Somebody yelled out as Sheila opened the door. The blonde turned on the porch light, then reeled back in terror as she saw four boys leap across the porch and jump directly in front of her.
"Hey, man! Look at them tits!" a blond boy said to the others as he dropped his hands quickly to his crotch and started to squeeze his cock.
"Leave her alone!" Sheila heard somebody wail out from the other end of the porch. Finally she recognized the voice as John's. "Don't touch her, you fat bastards."
"John!" Sheila cried out as she finally caught sight of him. Three other boys were holding him tightly to their bodies. Blood poured freely from his nose and ears as he continued to struggle wildly in their grips.
"You think he'll mind if we fuck his old lady right here?" a dark-haired boy said as he sneered at Sheila.
"You boys get going home now," Sheila said calmly, trying to hide her sense of growing honor. She could tell that the boys had been drinking heavily, and were capable of anything.
"Not until you give us a sample of your fuckin' pussy," the blond said leeringly as he stumbled forward and nearly crashed into Sheila.
"Ohhhhhh!" Sheila cried as she pushed the boy back as hard as she could. He reeled around drunkenly, finally falling down the three wooden steps to the rose bushes below.
"Fuck! That bitch's made a fool of Sam. Let's get her!" the dark-haired boy shouted to his friends.
"Don't you touch me!" Sheila said threateningly, backing like a trapped animal into her house. She wanted to run out and help John. But she knew she couldn't get past the group that had banded together and was stalking her in her own home.
"Bend over bitch," a red-haired fat boy whispered huskily as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a short, thick cock. "Bend over and take this in the ass!"
"Police! Police!" Sheila screamed, at the top of her lungs.
"Somebody shut her up or she'll have the cops crawlin' all over the place," the red-haired boy shouted as he jumped forward and grabbed Sheila tightly around the right wrist.
"Mom! MOM!" John screamed from the front porch. But Sheila couldn't say anything. The red-haired boy had moved behind her, pinning her arms tightly to her asscheeks while the other two boys began to rip the nightie off her struggling body.
"Waiting for Johnny boy to get home? Boy, you didn't expect us," the red-haired boy panted as he hunched his fat hips forward, jabbing his hot stubby cock hard against the tight crevice that ran between Sheila's firm asscheeks.
"Ugh! Let me go," Sheila pleaded as the two boys tore her nightie roughly away from her body.
"Hey, let's fuck her at the same time," the red-haired boy said as he reached down suddenly with both hands and grabbed Sheila's asscheeks roughly, pulling them apart and revealing the puckered brown ring of her asshole.
"OHHHHH!" the woman cried out in surprise. But Sheila realized at the same time that her arms were free suddenly.
"Hey, watch out!" one of the boys cried out. But it was too late for the red-haired boy. Sheila reached over to the coffee table and picked up a heavy, crystal ashtray. Before he could duck, Sheila managed to slam the tray hard against the boy's forehead.
"UGH!" he cried out, reeling backward and gabbing at the gaping wound on his forehead.
"Shit! Let's get out of here! They're all crazy!" one of the boys yelled as he ran behind the still-swinging Sheila and grabbed his bleeding friend.
"You bastards! Bastards! I'll kill every one of you motherfuckers if you don't get out of here!" Sheila cried out like a mad woman.
"Get Sam out of those bushes and let's get the hell out of here!" one boy cried as he ran down the porch steps.
"What about him?" one of the boys holding John asked.
"Let him go. She's probably got a gun in there!" the red-haired boy wailed from the street.
"Take this for Mommy, Johnny boy," the husky blond hissed as he clenched his fist and sent it crashing into John's muscular belly.
"Ugggghhhh!" John cried out, clutching at his belly as he crashed to the porch below.
"Johnny! Johnny!" Sheila screamed out as she ran out of the living room and onto the porch.
"Better h-help me up and into the house," John grunted as he staggered to his feet.
"Ummmp! You're heavy," Sheila groaned playfully, trying to sound cheerful as she helped her son into the living room. "I'd better call the doctor to see…"
"Don't, Mom!" John protested as he crashed down to the couch and rubbed his stomach. "I'm okay, really. And besides, we don't want any more publicity than we've got right now," John said as he tried to smile at his mother.
"Oh, Johnny! What happened out there? Why did those boys do that?" Sheila wailed as she sat down on the chair facing the couch.
"They've been buggin' me and Bob in school for a long time now," John admitted as he stared lovingly into his mother's eyes.
God! Sheila moaned to herself as she felt an increasingly powerful tingle spread upward from her stiffening clit to her belly and on up to her swelling tits. Her palms were growing damp with nervous perspiration, and she could feel a rush of hot wet heat blow out from her fattening labes. Sheila gently ground her thighs together, rubbing the fat, slippery edges of her snatchlips together as she tried to scratch the growing itch in her twat.
"I-I'm g-glad I took you two out of that school," Sheila stammered as she tried to get control of herself.
"Well, anyway I went over to Fred Jordan's place for a couple of hours. We yakked for a while, then I decided to grab a burger after I left Fred's place. That's when those fuckers started in," John said bitterly as he clenched his fists and pounded the armrest of the couch violently.
"Where?" Sheila asked, slowly opening her legs and loosening her dressing gown. Flashes of searing heat ripped through her body, and Sheila needed some cooling relief. She felt something hot and wet trickling through her wiry pussy hairs and oozing down her thigh. Would John notice the glistening rivulets of pussy juice that were beginning to appear on her legs?
"At the burger stand. I didn't even get a chance to order before those bastards started in, saying things about you and – and me and Bob and…" John said, lowering his head and flushing red with shame.
"Oh my God!" Sheila said, holding her hand to her mouth. She felt as if the whole world had been looking into the bedroom as she and her younger son fucked.
"I know it's sick, but that's what those guys are sayin'. And I didn't want to take 'em all on. So, I got up and walked out. But they followed me home, calling out things from the car. And you know the rest," John said sullenly as he looked back up at his mother. "MOM!" he cried out suddenly, jumping to his feet and staring at her in honor.
"I need you, John. Oh, G-g-godddd!" Sheila moaned.
She dropped all pretense of motherly respectability now. Her robe was completely opened now, hanging loosely from her shoulders as she ran the fingers of both hands slowly up and down her hot, hairy pussylips. Juice poured freely now from her hot hole, wetting her sweaty thighs and slender fingers as she hunched up from the chair and rolled her ass from side to side.
"Don't, Mom! Don't!" John wailed, riveting his eyes on her steamy box and bouncing titties as Sheila continued to roll, buck, heave and moan.
"Fuck me! Fuuuucccckkkk MEBEBE!" Sheila cried out, dipping her forefinger into her cunt and scraping her membranes with the tip.
"Shit!" John said as he lowered his hand and slowly unzipped the fly in his Levi's.
"Take out your cock. I want to see your cock," Sheila moaned like a bitch in heat as she felt her mushy snatch fire up faster and hotter.
"We shouldn't…" John started to say as he reached into his fly and yanked out his long, hot prick. Sheila gasped as she saw his prick jerk frenziedly in the air.
"Take off all your clothes, Johnny, I want to see your balls," Sheila groaned as she felt her snatch walls clamp down hard on her invading digits.
John closed his eyes and let out a low groan as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his ankles.
"Ohhhhh!" Sheila groaned as she imagined how her son's dick would feel as it sank through her blood-engorged membranes like a hot poker through a tub of butter. John rocked back and forth on his heels like a drunken sailor, closing his eyes as he rubbed his dick slowly with his hand. Sheila watched her son as if she were hypnotized. Droplets of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit as his balls bounced and jangled with every upward jerk his cock made.
"Those fuckin' kids were right, then, weren't they? You want my dick bad, right?" John said almost savagely.
"Johnny, don't be mad. Bobby didn't mind it when we…" Sheila started to say, then stopped herself. But it was too late. John had already guessed what she was going to say.
"Bobby? Then you've been fuckin' around with my younger brother before me?" John asked angrily as he bent down and stepped out of his Levi's.
"Johnny, I…" Sheila started.
"Don't bother talkin' to me," he said, pulling off his shirt and socks. "You're gonna be too busy moanin' to be explainin' about Bobby," John said as he ran over to the couch and wrapped his powerful hands around Sheila's thighs.
"What…?" Sheila asked nervously as John picked her up from the couch and slid her down to the floor. "Ummmmmmm!" she groaned as she felt her son's fingers inch their way back across her firm asscheeks toward her exposed snatch. He finally found her big, hot hole and ran his fingertips back and forth across the slick, sensitive membranes that shivered with his touch.
"Ohhh, yeah, Mom," John hissed from between his tightly clenched teeth as he hunched down and lowered his thighs until the tip of his cock brushed against Sheila's buttocks.
"Ohhhhh,yesssss!" Sheila cried as she felt two of John's fingers slip past her puffy twatlips and inch their way into her hot box. They scraped her slick pussy membranes gently, tugging at the trembling walls of her snatch as his prick jerked crazily against her ass.
"I've been wantin' to fuck you for a long time, Mom," John admitted as he pulled her cuntlips further and further apart.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" Sheila cried out with increasing fury as she felt sparks of unspeakable sexual lust sear through her fiery pussy and blast up to her twitching nipples.
"But now I'm gonna get what I've been wantin for a while," John grunted huskily as he slid his fingers out and up her hot slash until they bumped against his swollen, beating clit.
"Wawwwwwhhhh!" Sheila shrieked as John took her tiny organ between his fingers and began squeezing it gently. He tugged at it, strumming it like a guitar string. It made her pussy contract and spasm with each flick of his finger. Sheila opened her mouth and gasped for breath as she reached up and squeezed her flopping titties for relief. She felt torrent after hot torrent of cunt juice seep out of her finger-fucked snatch as John banged his prick closer and closer to her pussy.
"Easy, Mom, easy," John said quietly as he positioned his cock for the first forward thrust.
"Fuck me!" Sheila whispered hoarsely as she raised her legs as high as she could. Her thighs trembled with excited anticipation as sweat poured freely from her face and neck. "I said fuck me!" Sheila shouted as a mind-blasting series of spasms ripped through her aching, juicing pussy.
"I knew I'd have you beggin' for it," her son grunted.
"Please! God. Please! I want your prick stuffed inside my snatch n-nnowwwww!" Sheila demanded as she closed her eyes and squeezed her snatchlips together.
John plucked and strummed his mother's stiffened clit faster now as he hunched up and forward, battering her swollen labes with his pulsating, purple cockhead. Finally, the tip of his cock pushed past his mother's tightly compressed, swollen pussylips and started to drive down her long, sucking fuck tunnel.
"Yes! Right! Ohhhh, God! That's it!" Sheila cried out as she grunted and pushed up with her thighs.
John continued to slide his prick further into her snatch as Sheila's belly heaved and trembled in response. Sheila inhaled sharply, then realized that the room smelled of cunt juice and sweat as John continued to groan and shove his mammoth dong deeper and deeper into her hot hole.
"Fuck me! Ohhhh,fuckin' God! Drive that goddamned prick down my pussy! Ohhhhh, shiiiittttttt!" Sheila cried out.
She didn't care if the whole neighborhood heard. She didn't care if all those boys who'd tried to fuck her suddenly broke down the door and saw what she and her son were doing. The way Sheila felt now, she'd take on the whole lot of them after her son had finished dumping his load in her snatch. All Sheila cared about was her aching pussy and the cock that was about to take care of the unbearable itch that gripped her clit.
"Fuck! Fuck!" John shouted.
"Ohhhhh!" Sheila screamed as she felt his cockhead screw up her box and drill further into her gut.
Sheila jerked wildly on the carpeted living room floor, throwing her arms and ass high in the air. She squeezed her cuntal muscles together continually, milking John's sinking prick. He was finally in her! Her son was finally in her! She smiled broadly as she screwed her ass into the carpeting. Sheila groaned over and over as she felt his cock begin to slide in and out of her cunt. There was the steady rhythm of his cockhead pressing against her pussy walls as his balls swung back and forth and slapped her ass. Sheila thought she'd never been happier in her life.
"IN! IN! IN!" Sheila cried with each forward thrust of her son's dick. She shivered happily when she realized that her son had unconsciously started moaning her name over and over again.
"Mom! Mom!" John groaned, jamming his dick deeper and deeper into Sheila's sucking hole. Suddenly he yanked his dick completely out of her pussy and slid his hands under her bouncing ass. Before the woman could protest, John had rolled her quickly over onto her belly and jumped on top of her.
"Ugh!" Sheila groaned, pressed hard against the carpeting by the weight of her son's hard body. She felt the stiff pile of the carpet pushing up against her cuntlips as John rubbed his long, stiff dick up and down the crevice that ran between her buttocks.
"If Bobby blew his load up your snatch, I'm gonna take you a different way," the boy grunted as he hunched his groin up and spat on his right palm.
"Oh God, Johnny! I've never taken it that way!" Sheila wailed, knowing what her son had in mind.
"Just relax and you won't feel a thing," the boy said as he rubbed the puddle of spit over his angry red prickhead.
"Don't hurt me!" Sheila wailed as she felt him spread her asscheeks apart with his powerful hands.
"It'll be just a sharp pain at first. Then you'll get used to it," the boy said as he positioned the tip of his shaft directly over Sheila's brown, puckered bunghole. The woman didn't know whether to believe her son or not. How often had he done this before? Sheila knew that kids today weren't the innocent darlings that kids were twenty or thirty years ago. But her sons were still in high school. They weren't even seniors yet! And here was Johnny, positioning himself so that he could ass-fuck his own mother!
"Please, don't – d-don't!" Sheila pleaded for the last time as she felt a rush of cool air blow into her shit chute. The flow of air was blocked suddenly by John's hot prickhead. Sheila clenched her teeth and held her breath as she felt the smooth, hot cockhead press gently against the wrinkled skin of her asshole. She heard John inhale sharply, then felt his body stiffen as the boy clenched his asscheeks together and hunched down.
"Aiyeeeee! Aiyeeeeeee!" Sheila screamed in agony as John jammed the full length of his dick into her tight shitter. "Arrrghhhh! Noooooo! Nooooooo!" she cried, closing her eyes tightly and trying to crawl away on the carpet.
"Relax! Relax, Mom!" John crooned as he slowly churned his dick around in her bowels.
"Relax?" Sheila cried out as the pain nearly killed her.
John held tightly onto her hips, gently pumping his cock in and out of her asshole. Sheila was amazed, but her sphincter muscle was loosening up and letting her son's cock slide in and out of her shitter more easily.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" Sheila groaned as John released his grip on her thighs and reached down, sliding his hands under her bouncing belly toward her snatch. "Ummmmmmm!" the woman grunted as her son ran his fingers up and down her puffy, fluttering labes. She'd never felt anything like this before. Her asshole was stuffed with what felt like an artillery shell. She should have felt nothing but mind-bending agony. The sharp pain had decreased to a dull ache. And that in turn became a strange kind of pleasure that mixed with the sexual blasts in her pussy. It was as if her entire body had suddenly become one big clit.
"Ohhhh, fuck my ass – break my fucking ass open! Oh God, Johnny, bust me open!" Sheila cried as she felt her son's cock slide in and out of her tight hole. Every hot, hard inch set her shitter on fire. Sheila groaned with delight as she felt his leathery, heavy, cum-packed balls slap against her asscheeks. She sighed with ecstasy as she wriggled her butt against John's sweaty groin and begged for more.
"More! More! Harder! Harder!" Sheila cried as John started slamming his prick faster and faster into his mother's shitter. His fingers played like a pianist's on her fat, hot cuntlips. He pulled and tugged on the slick membranes, making her cry out desperately as he continued to blast his dick into her ass.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Sheila cried out, closing her eyes and burrowing her face into the carpet. Neither of them noticed the front door slowly opening as they continued to thrash on the living room floor.