Twin sins kink
Sheila Kane walked briskly into the tiny bedroom on the second floor of her home. Moving quickly across the thickly carpeted floor, she threw open the heavy blue drapes. Sheila turned around and nervously brushed back her long blonde hair, smiling at the tall, black-haired man who had followed her up the stairs. She could sense that he was becoming more interested in her big tits and firm ass than he was in the room.
"It's not exactly the White House, but it is cheap," Sheila said, feeling torrents of hot blood fill, her spongy cuntlips in spite of every attempt to calm her snatch down. She almost groaned with delight as she felt her pussy membranes slowly stretch and throb.
Stop it! Sheila screamed to herself as she curled her fingers into her palms and dug her fingernails into her sweaty skin.
"Like I said, I don't need a palace -- just some place where I can get away for a few hours a day," the stranger remarked offhandedly as he continued to stare at her swelling tits.
"Mister -- ah," Sheila began, moving away from the bed and toward the doorway. She was fighting an almost overpowering urge to roll over on the mattress and toss her feet high in the air. Sheila could feel torrents of hot twat juice oozing through her bristling cunthairs as she tried to keep her legs from trembling so uncontrollably. But her body seemed to be spiraling out of control. Sheila felt her pussylips springing widely open then slamming shut as she pictured this man's cock growing and stiffening against his hot, hairy, powerful belly. These were thoughts she knew were improper for a woman with two teenaged sons to have.
"Anthony. Frank Anthony," he said warmly, flashing a broad smile at Sheila.
"Yes, Mr. Anthony. You know, I've got two sons living here," she started. Sheila wanted to let him know that she wasn't taking him in just because she wanted stud service. She was a respectable woman whose ex-husband refused to make alimony payments and who had to take in boarders to keep the bill collectors from beating down her door.
"Really? Maybe my daughter can meet them sometime," Frank said, still grinning at her. Sheila felt her nipples scratching angrily against the stiffened cotton material of her bra. They seemed to be broiling in those big cups, and Sheila would have given anything to unbutton her sheer white blouse and unsnap that uncomfortable halter.
"Oh, then you're married?" Sheila said uncomfortably, wondering just what he needed the room for. She hoped he wasn't some kind of freako who was into whips and dead bodies or something.
"Widowed -- for about three years. Marianne's been living with me since then. It hasn't been easy being father and mother to a eighteen-year-old," Frank said as his smile faded slowly.
"I'm-I'm sorry," Sheila said, a little ashamed of herself for prying.
"Don't worry about it," Frank said, brightening, obviously pleased with Sheila's concern. "I don't groan about it any more. All I want is some place where I can do my writing. You know, Marianne and her friends turn the house into an asylum sometimes. Even the basement sounds like a bomb-testing site when those kids are over," Frank said, laughing loudly.
"I know what you mean. It isn't much easier with two sons that same age," Sheila agreed. She felt herself relaxing now. Any worry that Frank might be a weirdo was gone now. That meant all he had to do was make the first move and she'd be shoving her burning pussy into his face.
"You're widowed too?" Frank said, slowly moving his right hand across his leg toward his bulging crotch.
"No, divorced," Sheila said, opening her mouth slightly and wetting her lower lip in excitement as she watched the muscular man begin to squeeze the rock-hard protrusion between his powerful legs. "Then you're alone too?" Frank said as he began to play with himself openly.
"Oh, I date occasionally," Sheila said breezily as she hid her cold, trembling fingers behind her back. It was the last attempt at trying to keep her pussy respectable. Since the divorce five months ago, Sheila hadn't had a cock in her twat. She was trying to live down the scandal that had thrown her boring marriage of eighteen years into the realm of public outrage. If she hadn't changed her name, and if it hadn't been for the surprising support she'd received from her two sons, Sheila knew she'd have plunged into a nervous breakdown.
"I wish I could be that outgoing, but I've got trouble communicating with women," Frank said, running his fingers up and down the clear outline of his now fully extended prick.
Not with that dick you don't, Sheila thought to herself as she felt her snatch blow apart like an overheated blast furnace. What did this man need to get into action -- neon lights that blinked "FUCK ME"? To hell with the scandal and respectability. Sheila felt five months of carefully cultivated chastity fall into ruin as she watched Frank's prick throb against his tight-fitting Levi's. All the blonde could think about was how deliciously stretched her pussy membranes would feel as Frank's meaty prickhead pushed them slowly apart and sank down deep into her sucking snatch.
"Uh, what do you write?" Sheila asked, feeling her brain spinning with passion. She didn't know how long she could keep up with this kind of small talk. Her breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid as her heart pounded like a triphammer, threatening to rip through her rib cage. Sweat poured out from under her arms and down her forehead as she felt her pink silk panties clinging wetly to her stiff, sparking pussy hairs.
"Well, I hope you don't mind, but I write porno," Frank said hotly.
"Oh God!" Sheila said, feeling her knees finally buckling from under her. That last bit of information sent an explosion of mind-ripping contractions through her smoldering snatch. She reached out and grabbed the bedpost for support as she stared lustfully into Frank's glowing blue eyes.
Sheila couldn't hide her passion from him any more. She felt like a bitch dog in heat. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted to feel inch after hot meaty inch of stiff prick meat driving deeper and deeper into her heaving gut. It had been pricks that had gotten her into trouble and the divorce courts in the first place, and Sheila had tried to get off them the way a junkie tries to kick heroin. She had about the same kind of success. After a few months, she was readier than ever to get back into the habit.
"Something wrong?" Frank asked curiously as he walked over to her.
"I, uh, uh," Sheila stammered. She wanted him to fuck her right there, but didn't have the courage to come right out and tell him what she thought.
"Do you have a fever? Christ, your skin's about as hot as a stove," Frank said, pretending to be naive at first. Then Sheila looked closely and saw that he was grinning slyly at her.
"I've got a fever, all fight. But it's not the flu," she said huskily, surprised at her sudden forward attitude. It was her cunt speaking. Just like some people claim to be possessed by the devil and act completely different afterward, Sheila was possessed at times by her snatch. One part of her body occasionally took over every other part, making her act like one giant sex organ until her cunt was completely satisfied.
"Well, the old doctor here can fix that up," Frank said, running his hands slowly up her heaving belly to her huge tits. "You know, I may write porno, but don't, get the idea that I live in a paper world. I live that shit too," Frank almost moaned as he leaned forward and clamped his thick, sensuous lips tightly to Sheila's.
"MMMGGGGFFFFF!" she cried out weakly as she felt the man's tongue shoot past her front teeth and drive against her tonsils. At the same time Frank began milking her big hot tits, pinching her twitching nipples as best he could through the tight-fitting bra as he ground his bulging crotch against her throbbing groin.
"Let's get it on," Frank said as he slid his hands around to her back and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"My sons!" Sheila said, suddenly coming to her senses.
"What about them? Aren't they in school?" Frank said, stopping his undressing actions for a second.
"Yes, but they'll be home in an hour. Oh God, if they ever knew that I..." Sheila started to say, then stopped short. She didn't want Frank to guess that there was something else besides normal female reluctance to non-marital fucking behind her speech.
"Don't worry," Frank whispered hotly as he buried his mouth and nose in the nape of her neck. "I'll be in and out of that hot little pussy of yours before they open the front door."
"UMMMMMM!" Sheila moaned, unable to argue any more. Five months without dick meat was long enough for any woman. She couldn't live like a nun for the rest of her life, no matter what had made her make that kind of promise to her sons. It was unfair. She was a normal woman with a strong sex drive. If her sons didn't like what she was about to do, they could -- "AIYEEEEEEE! OHHHH, FUCK MEEEEEE!" Sheila cried out wildly as her cunt started snapping and sucking in sexual frenzy.
"Ohhhh, baby. You're so -- fuckin' hot you're gonna cum just like this," Frank hissed in her ear as he slid his right hand down to her thigh and slowly hiked up her short black skirt.
"Don't!" Sheila wailed, backing away from him.
"You don't want to get fucked?" Frank cued out in disbelief.
Sheila's eyes opened wide in surprise, then narrowed with passion as she smiled coyly at him.
"I don't want to cum standing in the middle of a bedroom fully dressed," she corrected him. Sheila continued to smile at Frank, riveting her eyes on his throbbing crotch as she reached back and finished unbuttoning her blouse.
"Let me see those tits," Frank moaned as Sheila shrugged off her blouse and let it float lazily to the carpeted floor.
"Ummmm," the blonde groaned, teasingly reaching up and cupping her slender fingers around her big boobs. To her surprise, Sheila felt her snatch lips fly wide open when she squeezed her hot, throbbing knockers together. "OHHHH!" she cried out as her nipples tinged and twitched uncontrollably. She had to tear her tits out of her bra. It was too hot in those tight cups and they were burning up with sexual heat.
"That's it, babe. Let those jugs out," Frank groaned as Sheila fumbled for the snap to her bra.
"I can't!" she wailed in frustration as she searched for the snap.
"I'm not gonna wait all day," Frank hissed as he ran up to her and wrapped his powerful fingers around her bra cups. With one quick downward jerk he ripped the bra off Sheila's chest.
"OHHHHH!" the woman cried out as her tits flew into the air, then slapped down noisily on her body. Frank took them tenderly in his hands, running his thumbs lightly over her brown, stiffened tit tips as he mashed his mouth against hers.
"F-F-FUCK M-M-MEEEEE!" Sheila wailed, breaking away from Frank and feeling the edge of the bed touch the backs of her legs.
"Come on," Frank said, moving up quickly against her and wrapping his powerful arms around her waist. As he drove his tongue between her parted lips again, Frank reached down and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down past her firm thighs to the floor. Sheila stepped out of the pile of material and kicked it to the far corner of the bedroom as she continued to suck in more and more of the man's thick, hot tongue.
"MMMMMFGGGGGFFFF!" Sheila groaned happily as she felt Frank's fingers drive past the tight elastic leg band of her panties and snake through the damp, tight curls of her pussy. "Oh! OH! OHHHHHIEEEE!" Sheila shrieked as she felt his fingers sliding closer and closer to her highly sensitive snatch. Her cuntlips rubbed together automatically like lips smacking for a hot meal. Sheila had never felt this incredibly horny and uninhibited before in her life. She was ready for anything and anyone.
"Into the bed with you," Frank grunted as he pulled his fingers back out, then moved them quickly up to her waistband and yanked the panties down to her knees.
"Oh God, HURRY!" Sheila pleaded as she stepped out of her panties and rolled onto the groaning bed.
"Jesus!" Frank whispered as he stared for a few seconds at Sheila's writhing body. The blonde snaked across the king-sized bed, grinding her thighs together and milking her snatchlips against one another with her fingers as she dug her heels and head into the bed. The man unzipped his Levi's and pushed them down to the floor.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Sheila groaned as she opened her eyes and saw the jerking bulge in his white cotton shorts. A tiny dark stain was slowly growing at what Sheila guessed was the tip of Frank's ten-inch dick. His cock was drooling as excitedly as her pussy.
"It's been a while since I've fucked a hot snatch," Frank said excitedly as he drove his thumbs under his jockeys and slid them down to the floor. Sheila gasped again as his dick sprang free from its tight cotton prison and bobbed lazily in the air. Sheila closed her eyes and pictured how all the hot, white jizz would be spraying out of the tiny hole in his cock, blasting down deep into her ravaged pussy. "Let's see just how hot you are," Frank said as he walked to the edge of the bed and reached down toward her pussy.
"AHHH! OHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Sheila wailed as Frank began to work his fingers over her plump, hot cuntlips. He milked them together with his powerful fingers, rubbing the puffy edges together as he reached up with his thumb and trailed the callused skin over Sheila's twitching, blood-filled clit.
"Babe! Babe!" Frank groaned as he strummed her clit like a hot, tight guitar string.
"AIYEEEEE!" Sheila screamed. She found herself squirming more frenziedly on the bed, digging her sweaty asscheeks into the wrinkled top sheet. Her legs flew up in the air and kicked wildly as she begged for Frank's big cock.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Sheila cried over and over as the man continued to massage her aching, throbbing clit.
"I can't take much more of this," Frank groaned as he backed off and unbuttoned his shirt. Sheila stopped her bucking for a second and watched as Frank revealed his muscular, hairy chest. She felt her skin tinge deliciously as she thought of how the man's skin would feel ripping across her swollen tits.
"OHHHHH, GODDDD!" Sheila groaned as Frank rolled onto the bed and crawled slowly between her widely splayed knees. Torrents of steaming cunt juice flowed freely from between her swollen, reddened pussylips while her stiff nipples tingled and ached for a pair of lips to suck them off into relief.
"AHHH, FUCK MEEEE! FUCKIN' JEEEEESUS, FUCK MEEEE!" Sheila cried out crazily as Frank bent down and cupped his lips tightly around her hard right nipple.
Sheila threw her thighs in the air as she felt the man draw the nipple into his mouth and flick his tongue over the long nubbin. At the same time, Frank ran the fingers of his right hand slowly up and down Sheila's fluttering cuntlips, teasing the woman nearly out of her mind.
"NOOOOO! YESSSSS! NOOOOOO!" Sheila shrieked mindlessly. She wanted him to grab her clit and pound on it like a crazy man. But all Frank did was run his hands up to the miniature organ, then back away just before touching the incredibly sensitive mound of hot flesh.
"OHHHH! OHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" Sheila wailed as Frank spat but her right tit and clamped his lips over her left one. He sank his teeth gently into the taut flesh, stuffing as much tit skin into his mouth as he could with his left hand while he continued to drive her crazy with his clit-teasing right.
"DON'T! DON'T!" Sheila protested as Frank suddenly let go of her tit.
"Babe, there's more where that came from," he grunted as he began to slide his thick, wet lips down her heaving belly. Sheila felt her skin glow with lust as he came down to her navel and dug his tongue deeply into the tiny hole. Then Frank slid lower and lower, until Sheila felt her snatch lips stretching up to meet his swirling tongue.
"OHHHHH, NOOOOOO!" Sheila groaned as she felt Frank's tongue begin to snake through the thick, blonde bush of cunthairs that surrounded her quivering twatlips. She felt the tongue swirl around her beating clit, licking teasingly at the sparking organ for a few seconds while Frank's fingers toyed lazily with her wiry cunthairs.
"GODDD! DO S-S-SOMETHINGGGG!" Sheila cried out, arching her back and tossing her ass high into the air once more. She felt her cuntal walls rubbing together as her snatchlips sprang open again, begging and pleading for a thick, meaty cock.
"You asked for it," Frank grunted as he blew lightly against her throbbing clit.
"WOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out as she threw her arms into the air, then brought them down on top of Frank's head and drove it into her crotch.
"MGFFFFF!" he groaned, losing his breath as he felt Sheila's fleshy, sweaty thighs clamp tightly around his face.
"FUCK MEEEEE!" she cried out again, driving the man's head harder and harder against her aching pussy.
"Try this," Frank mumbled as he opened his mouth and closed his thick lips around her tiny knob. Sheila felt the world explode into white, blinding lights as he started sucking at her erect clit. She heard explosions go off in her ear as Frank tongued and sucked at her sparking, beating clit.
"AIYEEEEE! AIYEEEEE! OHHHH, FUCK! FUCK MEEEEEE! OMIGOD! F-F-FUCK MEEEEE AIYEEEEEE!"
Sheila shrieked, bucking like a wild horse on the groaning bed.
"Wooooooeeeeee! You're a hot one to fuck! I think I want to drag this out a little bit before we blow off!" Frank gasped as he pulled his head free of Sheila's grabbing snatch.
"Don't! Don't leave me like this," she panted, opening her eyes in disbelieving honor.
"Shut that mouth and use it a little better by sucking me off," Frank said as he crawled up higher.
Sheila wanted him to bury his dick in her snatch now. Every nerve ending in her crotch was fibbed raw now and ached for relief. But she didn't have any right to bring herself off when Frank wanted a little pleasure with her mouth. She could wait. Or at least Sheila prayed that she could.
"Take the whole fuckin' rod," Frank grunted as he moved his knees to either side of her heaving chest. Sheila looked up at the dark-red prick and watched the thick veins throb wildly with passion. Droplets of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit, and his heavy, hanging balls contracted with each cock-jerk. Sheila smacked her lips hungrily as Frank inched down and shoved his dickhead against her mouth.
"MMMMMMM!" the woman groaned as she reached up and slowly slid her right hand down the long, thick shaft toward Frank's muscular belly. She ran it through the thick matting of cock hair until her fingers began to knead the hard, hot flesh of his belly. Rivulets of sweat trickled off Frank's heaving butt, matting down the forest of crotch hair that bushed around the base of his throbbing rod as Sheila's hands crawled hungrily over his skin. They dug into his thighs, sending Frank into a frenzy of lust as he arched his powerful back and drove his prick deep into Sheila's sucking mouth.
"UHHHHH!" he cried out as she slid her mouth up and down half of Frank's cock. She thought her jaws would break apart from the incredible thickness of his dick, but gradually Sheila felt her mouth loosening up and accepting more and more of the groaning man's ramming cock.
"OHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out, throwing her head back and releasing the hunching man's prick from her lips. She moved her head down quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it slowly up the tough, wrinkled skin of Frank's swaying balls. At the same time Sheila reached down and grabbed her snatchlips with both hands, pulling them apart and stabbing her fingers deep into her hot hole for relief. She didn't know how long she could keep her pussy from exploding into brain-ripping contractions. Sheila wanted Frank's cock shooting its load into her fuck tunnel. But she couldn't hold out much longer.
"UNNNGHHHHHH!" Frank cried out again. Sheila felt his prick bouncing against her cheeks as she continued to slather the man's fuck sacs with her hot spit.
"I don't want you cumming all over my face," Sheila said, popping the balls out of her mouth and sliding back up the bed.
"You could eat my cock all day," Frank groaned as he moved back down the bed. Sheila closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she felt Frank slide his hands under her squirming ass and hike her legs high into the air. This was it! For the first time in five long months, her itching pussy was finally going to be scratched by a drooling, hot prick.
"Goddamn it!" Frank suddenly said, dropping her legs and rolling back from her twat.
"What is it?" Sheila groaned.
"The fuckin' phone. You'd better answer it," he said frustratedly as he climbed off the bed.
"The hell with them!" Sheila shrieked, thrashing on the bed like a crazed snake. She didn't care if the Pope was calling. All she could think of was the incredible heat and ache that was clawing at her snatch.
"It could be important," Frank said, wrapping his fingers tightly around his dick in an effort to bring it down soft again.
Sheila watched him and sighed in disappointment. He was right. Besides, they could get back to business as soon as she got rid of whoever was calling her.
"Don't jack off." Sheila said as she rolled off the bed and started toward the doorway. She almost collapsed on the floor from sexual weakness as her knees quivered under her.
"This'll be hot and ready for you when you get back," Frank said, grinning at her as she ran out into the hall.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mrs. Kane? This is the vice-principal at Hoover High School. I hate to call you again about the same thing, but John's been in a fight," the man said sympathetically over the phone.
"Oh, noooo. Was he hurt?" Sheila asked as her heart pounded away in honor.
"No. In fact, the other boy took a pretty bad beating. Your other son Bob came in and helped his brother. Then other boys joined, and, well, before you know it..."
"I know, I know," Sheila groaned. The old scandal was following them wherever they moved.
This was the second high school her sons had been placed in since the divorce, and it was no better than the first.
"According to school rules, the parents must come down to pick up their children after an event like this. Counseling and all that, if you know what I mean," the vice-principal said softly. Sheila began to feel that the man was sounding more like an obscene caller than a school official.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," Sheila said as she tried to control the fire racing through her snapping snatch. "Just keep them on ice for a while."
"Will do, Mrs. Kane. See you soon," the man mumbled in the receiver, as Sheila hung up.
"Damn!" the blonde said, banging her fist against the coffee table. She hated people for following her and her sons wherever they went and bringing up an ugly past event. Sheila prayed that people would forget. But they seemed to enjoy taunting them into corners until all they could do was lash out.
"Hey, forget about me?" Frank called out from the top of the stairs.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Sheila said, suddenly remembering why her pussy was aching so much. "That was the school. I've got to run down there and pick up my sons. They've been in a fight," Sheila said as she turned and ran up the stairs.
"Hey, not so fast. They'll keep," Frank said as Sheila stepped up to the top landing.
"But I can't keep them in the vice-principal's office all day," Sheila said softly as she felt Frank's powerful, hairy arms wrap around her slender waist.
"Why not for a few minutes more? Besides, if they've been fighting, they need a few minutes to sit down quietly and get themselves together before you get there. And I guarantee you that you'll be in a hell of a more receptive mood once I take care of this," Frank said, reaching down and squeezing her snatchlips together.
"OHHHH, YESSSSS!" Sheila groaned, closing her dyes and hunching against Frank's powerful body. She felt the full length of his thickly veined cock slide up and down her drooling gash. Sheila knew that she couldn't even think of driving to her sons' high school until her prospective boarder fucked her brains out.
"Then come on," Frank groaned, taking her by the hand and leading her back to the bedroom.
Sheila moved like a mechanical doll, her eyes riveted on Frank's twitching cock and contracting balls. Everything vanished for her except the man's dick and the mind-bending cunt flutterings that grew increasingly powerful with every passing second.
"AHHHHHH!" Sheila gasped as she rolled onto the bed and hiked her legs high in the air. She looked hungrily at Frank as he crawled on top of her. Her nipples poked angrily up at his face as her swollen tits heaved up and down on her panting chest. Sheila's slender, firm body was covered with a sea of sweat and spit as she wriggled on the bed, begging the man to fuck her. Frank leaned forward, extending his arms and putting them on either side of her shoulders as he bumped the swollen, purple tip of his jerking prick against her asscheeks.
"UMMMMM!" Sheila groaned as she reached between her trembling thighs to grab his cock in her hand. She used the other hand to spread her pussylips wide apart.
"Ohhhh, God!" Frank groaned as he closed his eyes tightly and hunched forward.
Sheila grunted back and rubbed the pulsating, purple cockhead over her soft, trembling cunt. She covered his cock with a thick layer of her hot twat juice that poured freely out of her hole.
"OH NOW! NOW! OH FUCKIN' JEEEESUS, NOWWWWW!" Sheila cried out, hunching forward desperately. Frank inhaled sharply, then hunched his powerful thighs forward, aiming directly at her parted, quivering snatchlips. Slowly he drove forward until the tip of his purple, tightly stretched cockhead barely touched Sheila's juice slick cuntal membranes.
"OHHHHHHH!" Sheila cried out, feeling her cuntlips spring more widely apart. "IN! IN! IN!" she groaned, feeling her pussy suck in thin air.
"Okay, babe," Frank groaned as he backed away for a second, then drove his dick in like a ramming torpedo.
"AIYEEEEE!" Sheila shrieked as she felt her swollen cuntlips stretch apart and clamp over the man's invading prick. As the knob slid in, Sheila's hot labes closed over it.
"JEEEEEEESUS!" Frank cried out between tightly clenched teeth as inch after steaming inch sank slowly down into Sheila's sucking snatch.
"MORE! M-M-MORE!" Sheila cried out, rotating her sweaty asscheeks slowly in the air. She screwed her thighs up as her cunt swallowed and gulped more and more of Frank's driving cock. The man began to rotate his ass in the opposite direction, reaming out her tight fuck tunnel like an oil drill. Sheila groaned and screamed like a wounded animal, wondering just how long it would take Frank to push the full length of his throbbing dick into her pussy.
"G-G-GOOOOOOOOOD!" Sheila moaned as she reached up and squeezed her tits for relief.
"UGGGGHHHHH!" Frank answered as he dropped his head on his chest and drove his prick harder into Sheila's waiting twat.
The blonde felt his spongy, hot cockhead reaming and sinking farther and farther into her gut. Sheila tossed her head from side to side in unspeakable ecstasy as Frank pushed the final hot, hard, thick inches into her pussy. Strands of blonde hair clung to her parted mouth and inflamed nostrils as Frank reached up and brushed Sheila's hands away from her tits. That was his job, and he wasn't about to let her take care of it for him.
"NNNNGHHHHHH!" Sheila moaned, feeling her nipples squeezed tightly between Frank's fingers.
"Rub my balls, bitch!" Frank moaned as he raised his ass and yanked his cock almost completely out of her cunt before he fell forward again and jammed his dick all the way up her juicing snatch.
Sheila tried to pull her mind together. She felt everything around her exploding into a brightly lit, cunt-juice-smelling cloud that gradually surrounded her. All she could think of was her stuffed, twitching snatch and her itching nipples. Sheila ground her teeth together and brought herself back to reality as she reached forward and around her upturned thighs until she felt the hot, leathery sac of Frank's balls. Gently she cupped his balls in her palms as the man groaned, sweated and fucked.
"OH GOD! GODDDDD!" Sheila shrieked as Frank's cock ripped through her sucking cunt. She almost flew off the bed as the man's thick dick hammered against her erect, throbbing clit. It slammed down harder and harder as he raised his head and clamped his lips around her stiff nipples.
"SHIT! I'M GONNA CUM!" Frank yelled out suddenly as he started to slam his dick in desperately.
"OH NO! NOT YET! NOT YET! OH GOD, NOT YET!" Sheila wailed desperately as she pumped her sucking cunt up and down, milking Frank's sinking dick. She could feel the man's cock swell up enormously in her pussy as his hard, sweating body trembled as if he were gripped in some kind of fit. "OH GOD, WAIT FOR MEEEEEE!" Sheila pleaded as she felt his cock jerking wildly inside her. She knew from the sensations inside her snatch that she was almost to the peak. If Frank could only hold his load for a few seconds more, the two of them would be bucking in time in a sympathetic cum.
"NOW! NOW! NOWWWWWW! ARRRGHHHHH!" Frank screamed as he slammed his hairy, hard body against Sheila's and ground his quivering flesh against her flattened nipples.
"OHHHHH! YESSSSS! AHHHHHHH!" Sheila shrieked as she felt the first hot jets of scalding, sticky rich cum spurt and squirt deep into her cunt. That was the final trigger she needed. Sheila's eyes flew open and she felt her eyeballs roll back into her head as a tidal wave of orgasm pushed up from her belly and crashed against her beating clit. Wave after wave of cum racked her pussy, making her snatch walls grip Frank's shooting, spraying dick like a vise.
"WAWWWWWHHHH! WOWWWWWHHHHHH! AIYEEEEE!" Sheila shouted and wailed as she thrashed and flailed helplessly on the bed. It felt as if the entire world were exploding with her as her snatch clenched the man's dick. It held the squirming, spraying cock-meat tightly as wads of jizz oozed out from between her gripping cuntlips and trickled down to the sheet.
"Oh God, goooood," Sheila groaned and grunted as the contractions became less frequent and severe. She felt every ounce of energy drain out of her as the last wad of fuck juice shot out of Frank's slowly softening dick.
"You're one hell of a fuck!" Frank gasped as he reached up and gently lowered her legs to the bed.
"Well, when you haven't had a dick in your cunt for over five months, you're bound to..." Sheila started to say.
"Five months! What the hell's been going on?" Frank said in disbelief.
Sheila felt her face flush as she looked at the surprised man. Now she'd have to tell him the whole story. It was useless to lie. Frank would find out anyway.
"It was a promise I gave to my sons shortly after my divorce," Sheila began, sitting up and tucking her long, slender legs under her ass.
"But why?" Frank asked, puzzled that an attractive, firm-titted blonde like Sheila would dream of swearing off sex even for a day, let alone five months!
"It was because of what happened with my marriage. Maybe you don't recognize me by the name of Kane. I changed back to my maiden name after the divorce to get away from all the creeps and scandal-seekers. Does the name Perrara sound familiar?" Sheila asked, looking closely at Frank's reaction.
"You don't mean you're the same woman who got caught running all those sex parties?" Frank asked in surprise.
"The same one," Sheila said softly, feeling her face burning bright red as she lowered her head in shame.
"Hey, don't feel that bad about it. I was one of the guys who felt you got a raw deal," Frank said sympathetically, reaching out and stroking her cheek lightly with his hand.
"It was! It was!" Sheila suddenly cried out, brushing the tears from her eyes and clenching her fingers together into two tight fists. "My husband and everybody else in the neighborhood was just as involved in it as me. But they all pretended to be shocked when the story broke out. Nobody admitted they'd ever come to my house for those kind of parties. They all said I must have gotten my people from out of town. The papers bought it and crucified me!" Sheila wailed, covering her face with her hands.
"But it's all over now," Frank said softly.
"That's what you think. My sons have been fighting their way through school literally since the divorce. Wherever we go, people sneer and make dirty jokes about us. They even say that I fucked my own sons," Sheila said, trying to fight down another problem that was bothering her lately. It was probably because of her lack of cockmeat lately, but she'd been looking at John's and Bob's crotches lately with more than motherly curiosity.
"That was what the phone call was about?" Frank asked tenderly.
"Oh, it's only one of a hundred I've gotten since the story broke," Sheila said with a touch of fatigue in her voice as she swung her legs around and jumped off the bed. "You know, what's funny is that my husband had to force me into accepting sex parties. I wanted to play the straight housewife bit. But no, Ray had to experiment with other women, and felt less guilty if I were along," Sheila continued as she walked to the adjoining bathroom and grabbed a towel, wiping up the cooling jizz that was oozing out of her slackening cuntlips and down her thighs.
"So, a lot of people do that," Frank said, shrugging his shoulders as he watched Sheila dab her crotch hairs dry.
"Oh sure. But this was different. Ray was a social climber as well as a sex fanatic. We had the best people in this town over -- the mayor, council members and their wives or whores -- or both," Sheila said, shaking her head slowly as she threw the towel on the floor and turned toward the shower stall.
"Whew!" Frank whistled. "All the big-wigs."
"You bet. And after a while, I began to look forward to those parties more than Ray did. Of course, we kept it from the boys. They never suspected what was going on when we sent them off to my sister's place in Bakersfield," Sheila continued as she turned on the hot water. "Then one of the councilmen's wives got a little loose with her mouth. The papers got wind of what was going on and started doing a little snooping. It didn't take them long to find out what was going on."
"Then why didn't everybody sink with you?" Frank asked as he walked slowly into the bathroom and stood behind Sheila, rubbing his soft, dangling cock against her smooth ass.
"Money. Oh, a few political figures went down the tubes with me. But the really important ones bought up the investigation. In the end, I looked like a cheap hooker who ran a sleazy cathouse for out-of-town salesmen. My husband just about had to divorce me to keep his job and social position," Sheila said bitterly as she adjusted the water temperature, then stepped into the stall.
"And your sons asked you to swear off sex after they found out about the whole mess," Frank concluded as he stepped in with Sheila and reached up to milk her hanging tits.
"Ummmm, yes. I thought I saw their point for a while. But Christ, it wasn't my fault. If I'm guilty of anything, it's stupidity. I should have fought for my rights, but -- OHHHHH!" Sheila cried suddenly as she felt the man's wet, soapy hand slide into her tightening pussy.
"Hey, I think you're ready to go again," Frank said, opening his eyes in surprise as he continued to finger the tender walls of Sheila's spasming cunt.
"Don't! DON'T!" Sheila protested, backing away from the man and pressing her ass hard against the wall of the shower. "I've got to pick up my sons."
"Hmmmm. Okay for now. But I can't guarantee what I'll do once I'm renting from you," Frank said, flashing a broad smile at Sheila.
"Just mind your manners," she said, laughing suddenly and throwing herself against Frank as she felt his cock slowly stiffen and rise against her clit and her hot cuntlips.
It was almost an hour and a half since the call from the vice-principal when Sheila walked into the school office, looking far her sons. The room was empty except for the attendance secretary and a student helper who was working the telephone switchboard.
"Excuse me. I'm Mrs. Kane. The vice-principal called me a little while ago about my sons," Sheila said nervously as she walked up to the counter and leaned against it. Sheila couldn't help it, but whenever she went any place, she felt as if everyone were staring at her and judging her. She felt this way now as the secretary looked up from a pile of papers and narrowed her eyes.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Kane. I think Mr. Taddeo is expecting you. Please have a seat, and I'll see if he's in," the middle-aged woman said crisply as she got up from her chair and strode over to a door on her right.
"Mrs. Kane to see you, sir," the woman announced through a crack in the doorway.
Sheila watched as the door almost flew open and a tall, thin, graying man walked out and smiled grimly at her. Almost at once Sheila felt intimidated by him and the secretary. It was as if she were on trial, and anything she said would automatically send her sprinting to the gallows.
"I'd hoped you would have come sooner," the man began, motioning her to step forward. "But that's all right. John and Bob are in the gym now, working off their -- uh, frustration in the pool. I thought it'd be a good idea while we talked. Miss Jones, please hold all my calls for a while," the vice-principal said as he backed into his office and waved Sheila forward.
"I hate to be so much trouble," Sheila said as the man shut the door behind her and moved around to the rear of his desk.
"Not at all," he said, sitting down and folding his hands together.
Sheila stood in front of his desk for what seemed like an hour of silence, staring into his cold, blue eyes. For a man of his age, the boys' vice-principal was a handsome, trim-looking man.
In other circumstances, Sheila wouldn't have minded if he made a serious pass at her. But this was in a high school office. And her sons were in trouble, probably because they were fighting in defense of her. This wasn't the time to be thinking about fucking, and she resented the "Come on, I want to jam my prick into you" look the man was giving her now.
"Mrs. Kane. I know what John and Bob were fighting about, and I'm sorry that something like that just can't be forgotten so quickly," he began, rocking back in his chair as he smoothed down his handsome gray hair and stared hotly at her protruding tits.
"Mister-uh," Sheila started to say, wondering what his name was.
"Just call me Joe," he said, smiling greasily at her.
"Please, I just want to take my sons home and give them a good lecture," Sheila said a little nervously. She wanted to make sure that there wasn't a trace of lust in her voice. He was sniffing the air for vaporized snatch juice and listening for the slightest hint of passion in her speech. He'd leap at her like a wolf if he noticed the slightest bit of interest on her part.
"Understandably. But this isn't the first time your sons have been caught fighting," the man said, obviously disappointed that Sheila wasn't the loose slut everybody thought she was.
"Can you blame them, though?" Sheila asked desperately. She was leaning on the desk top now, her face flushed with anger and shame. "Let's cut all this crap. We both know why they've been in so much trouble, and personally I'm sick of it! I know you think I was going to hike my skirt up and shove my snatch in your face so you could chew away until the Second Coming!"
"Mrs. Kane!" the vice-principal said, shocked and a little frightened by Sheila's sudden outburst.
"Well, whatever you and the rest of your damned friends think, I'm no whore!"
"Please, Mrs. Kane," the vice-principal pleaded, obviously sorry now that he'd bothered to call her.
"And as for my sons, I'm taking them out of this piss-hole of a school and putting them into a private one. At least maybe there they'll find peace away from creeps like you and your precious other students!" Sheila almost shrieked at him as she reached behind her and tore open the door.
"OHHHHHH!" the secretary cried as she fell to the office.
"Sorry to spoil your fun," Sheila said dryly as she stepped over the prostrate secretary and headed for the hall.
"Mrs. Kane! Mrs. Kane!" the vice-principal called out desperately.
But Sheila refused to turn around. Something had snapped in her mind back in the office. She wasn't going to lie around like some kind of floor mat, begging people not to spit on her. This was a new Sheila -- one that didn't care what other people thought. It had started that afternoon with Frank fucking the shit out of her -- first in the bedroom, and later in the shower. If people didn't like what she did, they could pound salt -- or anything else they wanted. As for her, Sheila was going to enjoy herself -- and hold her head up in public, no matter what anybody said about her and her sons.
"Hey, Mom!" she heard one of her sons call out from behind her. Sheila stopped in the hall and closed her eyes. She felt ripples of sexual excitement sweep over her slowly stiffening clit as she heard the sounds of two pairs of feet running up behind her. Sheila didn't know if she was liberated enough yet to start seducing her own sons.
"Hey, wait up!" she heard her other son call after his brother.
Sheila turned around to greet her sons, and felt her heart contract suddenly as she watched the handsome boys approaching.
CHAPTER THREE
"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.
CHAPTER FOUR
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 s
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