Bob Hawkins

Mommy made them

CHAPTER ONE

"Jesus Christ, Howie! You can't stick that cock in my pussy! It's too big!"

"Shit, I only got six inches, Ginger. My brother's prick is an inch longer and an inch thicker and my Pop has an axe handle hanging over his balls. Come on, your cunt's plenty big enough, you can take it!"

"No fucking way! I'm still cherry!"

"You're shitting me. Ginger Buchanan, the biggest cock-tease on Lake Pleasant is a virgin? What about all the guys who say you're the greatest cock-sucker around?"

"Sure I suck cocks, and I'll suck yours, if you want. But I've never taken one in my pussy. Come on, Howie, lie down and turn over on your back and I'll give you the best blow-job you ever had."

"You'll have to be goddamn good to beat Tracy."

"You let your twin sister suck your cock? Jesus!"

"Tracy sucks me and fucks me, both. All I gotta do is smack my lips and she drops her panties!"

"I don't believe you."

"Ask her. She'll tell the truth. Now, goddamn it get down on your knees and start sucking! My cock and my ass are getting sunburned!"

Toiling up the steep path that led to the top of the knoll, Charlene Lewis heard the two youthful voices and stopped in shock. She tightened her legs against the cunt-itch that had been driving her wild for the last half hour as she recognized her son's clear words.

"Come on, Ginger! Suck my cock!"

Jesus! Charlene swallowed, breathing heavily after the, climb. The knoll was a rocky hill that jutted nearly three hundred feet from the lake level and looking back down the path, Charlene could see the roof and smoking chimney of the Lewis lake house, one of six summer cottages on the island. The Buchanan house was just visible a few hundred yards to the east, almost hidden by the second growth pine and spruce that covered every part of the island except for this upper reach of the knoll.

"Oh, Christ, Ginger! Take it all! Suck me!" The children were hidden by the thick underbrush and bramble that surrounded the little clearing known as Eagle's Nest. The July afternoon was stifling hot, without any hint of a breeze to evaporate the sweat that sheened the bikini-clad, big-titted natural blonde Charlene,

"Ah, Jesus! You got it all!"

Charlene bit her lip and shoved her fingers into the top of her bikini panties. Shaved cunthair stubble scraped her skin as she worked her middle finger into her cunt. She could smell her pussy-stink as her fuck-juices coated her hand.

Jesus! Bill, you bastard, I want your cock! "Oh, that's nice, Ginger! So fucking nice!" Charlene swayed as all four fingers dug into her pussy, her eyes closed. Her other hand came up to palm the nipple of her left tit, and she gasped involuntarily as the swollen nubbin scraped against the fabric of her suit. Smacking noises from the clearing showed that Ginger was enthusiastically sucking on Howie's prick.

"Suck, girl! suck hard!"

"Oh, fuck me, Bill! Fuck me, you bastard!

But Bill Lewis was in the city with the girls, Pat and Tracy, while Charlene had taken the boys, Lonnie and Howie, to the lake house for the month of July. Like Howie and Tracy, Pat and Lonnie were also twins, but two years older. This was a trial separation that might or might not lead to divorce. Come the first of August the two halves of the family would swap houses, to give the girls a chance on the island.

"You're good, Ginger! Jesus, you really know how to turn a guy on! Oh, yeah!"

Jesus! Charlene couldn't stand it another fucking minute! Another fucking second! Two weeks was the longest she had gone without her husband's hard throbbing ten-inches in all the years of their marriage. Even when she was pregnant with the two sets of twins his cock had been hers to suck. His beautiful big cock had fucked her pussy at least three times every fucking day.

Oh, Christ! Bill, you bastard! Fuck me!

Bill was a bastard-that was the fucking trouble. As much as Charlene loved his hard hot prick, when they were together and not fucking they picked at each other constantly. Maybe some of it was her fault, maybe she did nag the kids all the time, but he was no fucking peach himself. If it weren't for his cock and the fact that he was such a goddamn good breadwinner, she'd have walked out on him years ago.

"Ah! Ah, Jesus!"

Charlene unconsciously gasped out loud as she worked her fingers across the swollen lips of her cunt. Her burning clit rubbed against her palm, and her halter rode up on her tit as her massive tit fell loose. Her pussy-juices trickled down her thighs.

"Sweet merciful fucking Jesus!"

"Ginger! Don't stop!"

"I heard something, Howie!"

"Shit, you're imagining things. Get back down there and suck! You almost made me blow my balls!"

Hearing the kids, Charlene froze for thirty seconds, until she beard the greedy lip smacking noises that said the girl had obeyed. Then, breathing carefully, she pulled her hand away from her cunt and started to creep up the path, her tit still hanging out.

"Yeah, girl! It won't be long now!"

The clearing was only twenty feet farther but Charlene ducked off the path and circled through the brush until she came out on the upper side, just below the rocky tip of the knoll. She made noises but the kids were so lost in their sexual fever that they didn't hear. And a moment later she was able to peer into the clearing.

Howie was a redhead, like his father. The youngster stood in the middle of the clearing with his swim trunks tangled around his ankles, his hands resting on the naked Ginger's curly brown hair. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed as he mouthed endearments to the cock-sucking girl.

"Oh, sweet fuck, suck me! Suck me!"

Charlene stopped breathing, her fists clenching as she stared until her eyes burned-then she blinked rapidly. She could see Howie's glistening prick as Ginger bobbed up and down so rapidly that her curls bounced. Her son's red cock-hair was matted and darkened by the girl's saliva, and his balls were drawn up tight against the base of his cock-shaft.

Jesus, his prick was only half as thick as his father's and inches shorter but his balls were big! Ginger was naked, her swim suit tossed to one side. The girl was nut-brown all over, including her ass and her tits, a sign she went naked whenever possible. Charlene had heard stories that Blaise and Bettina Buchanan, Ginger's parents, were practicing nudists and they certainly had all the privacy they needed on the island.

"Oh, God, Ginger! S-Suck! O-Gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!"

Howie's hands slammed Ginger's head down on his prick and held her there while his ass muscles twitched. Charlene swallowed, intensely jealous of the girl who was being fed her son's thick young cum. She stared at the youngsters until Howie's hands fell away and his head rolled.

"Jesus!" the boy sighed. "That was fucking great!"

His prick fell as Ginger came off it, hung swollen and puffy over his loosening balls and pointing at her tits. His foreskin was worked completely back from his cock-head.

Ginger looked up, a sly smile on her face.

"Am I as good as Tracy?"

"Stilt, yes!"

"Maybe I'm better?"

Howie suddenly sensed that she was leading him into a trap. He shrugged, his cock slopping up and down.

"I wouldn't say that," he said. "As good, yeah, but I didn't know you were having a contest, Ginger."

"Maybe that's just what we should have-a contest, to prove which of us is the best." She giggled. "Think Tracy would go along with that?"

The boy laughed. "Probably. She's crazy enough. Just like you. You're both cock-mad bitches!"

"And you love it."

"You're fucking right!"

Eyes glued to her son's softening prick, Charlene's asshole hollowed with desire as Ginger got up and dusted her swollen pussy-mound, but her ass-crack was unmistakably visible. With her short hair and her lean flanks, from behind she might have been mistaken for a boy. But her high-thrust tits and the swell of her cunt made it impossible for anyone seeing her as she was, naked, to make such a mistake.

"Howie?" Ginger spoke softly. "Ginger treated you right, didn't she, lover?"

"Yeah!" Charlene's son gasped as she moved into his arms and his prick doubled against her belly. "Oh, yeah!"

"Good. I always like to carry out my promises."

She tilted her head back, her mouth pouting. Unable to resist, Howie kissed her. Their noses banged together and Ginger's mouth opened to take his stabbing tongue, and the watching Charlene shivered. The crotch of the woman's bikinis was soaked with her fuck-juices, but her cunt burned dry with her cock-hunger.

Ginger's hands roamed over Howie's back as the kiss continued, her tongue now battling the boy's and forcing its way into his mouth. They tasted each other, shared one another's saliva, the girl's tits crushed flat against the boy's chest.

The kiss broke with a mutual moan. Ginger clung to him a moment longer, then looked up.

"I love boys, Howie. I love cock!"

"Yeah. I mean, I love pussy!"

"Silly! I know what you mean!"

Ginger giggled again. "Howie? I did as you asked, I sucked your cock. I really did make you feel good, didn't I?"

"You sure did, baby."

"What are you gonna do to repay the favor?"

"Huh?" Howie blinked in surprise. "What do you mean? What do you want me to do?"

"Well, you could start by sucking my tits!" She said it casually, and the boy breathed out in relief. He grinned widely.

"Sure, Ginger. I can drive Tracy right up the wall when I suck her tits."

To prove his words he tried to bend, cupping the girl's tits toward his mouth. But Howie was too tall. After a moment he straightened.

"Shit, that isn't gonna work. Come on, lie down."

Before she could respond, he knelt on the ground, twisting to tug his trunks off his feet. When Howie turned back, Ginger still stood- his face was against her belly as she wrapped her arms around his head.

"Oh, yeah, suck me, Howie! Suck me!"

The boy's lips surrounded Ginger's protruding belly button. The tight knot of flesh pressed against his teeth until they parted and his tongue traced the remains of the cord that had bound her to her mother.

"Suck me, Howie!"

Ginger ground her pussy against Howie's chest as she sighed with pleasure. And then his teeth caught her belly button and nipped sharply.

"Ow! You little shit, you bit me!"

She pushed his head away and the teenager grinned as he looked up at her. "Sure, I thought that's what you wanted, the way you were stuffing yourself in my mouth!"

"Bastard!"

Ginger examined her belly button as the boy settled back on his heels. His prick lay over his balls, caught between his legs. Finding no permanent damage and only faint teeth marks, she muttered again.

"I'm sorry, Ginger. I promise, I won't bite again. Not unless you ask me to. But Tracy really likes me to work her tits with my teeth."

"Her nipples, too?"

"Those most of all. Christ, if I shove my hand inside her cunt, she'll beg me to bite ‘em off."

"Jesus, I don't want you to do that. I just want you to treat them gently!"

"You're the boss. When it comes to titty sucking, and fucking, Howie Lewis aims to please."

"Do you guarantee your work?"

"If the first fuck doesn't satisfy, you get a free replacement without extra charge."

They laughed together. Then, still kneeling, they came into each other's arms for another long kiss. Watching from concealment, Charlene again knew an intense stab of jealousy as she saw her son's prick double against Ginger's belly and then slide up until his cockhead pushed between her tits as Howie broke the kiss and straightened.

"Jesus, I'm glad your folks decided to spend the summer on the island, Ginger."

"So am I. Mother had us signed up for a tour of Norwegian nudist camps, but Daddy had to take care of some really important business, so he cancelled the trip."

"Jesus, you really go to nudist camps?"

"Sure, all the time. And to answer your next question, nobody ever tried to rape me. Sex is no big deal. The men don't even get hard."

"Yeah? I'd be hard all the fucking time."

"I didn't say anything about the boys. Where do you think I learned to suck cock?"

Howie grabbed her again and pushed her down, and for a moment they rolled around on the ground. Then his face came down to capture one of Ginger's tits and she sighed with pleasure as he sucked nearly half of her tit between his teeth.

"Oh, God, Howie! That feels good!"

Switching tits for a moment, he mumbled something that might have been agreement. The boy lay on his side while Ginger was flat on her back, the girl's left foot drawn up. She closed her eyes, her head lolling, as he sucked noisily, slurping his tongue around each tit. Then he came down on the nipple, capturing it and biting gently while his cheeks hollowed with the sucking pressure.

"Oh, yes! Yes!"

Ginger's ass came off, the ground and her knees opened and closed. She was in the right position for Charlene to see her gaping cunt in the brief moment her legs were spread. The girl's hands caught Howie's head, her fingers working through his hair, as she gasped out her need.

"Oh, suck me, Howie! Suck my cunt!"

For a moment Howie continued to work at her tits, slurping down to her belly button for a moment, and then running his tongue through the hollows of her collar bone. Then he raised his head.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Please, suck my pussy!"

He made a face. "No way! No fucking way! Cunts stink!"

"Bastard" She began to pound on him with her fists. "Goddamn bastard! I sucked your cock, Howie Lewis!"

"Jesus, stop it! Stop it!"

The boy caught her hands and forced her arms down against the ground. Ginger stared up at him, lower lip sucked between her teeth.

"Bastard!"

"Goddamn it, are you gonna behave?"

Ginger muttered another curse, then changed her tactics. "Please, Howie? If… if you suck my pussy, I'll let you take my cherry."

"Yeah? You're not shitting me?"

"I wouldn't shit you about something like that. Please, suck my pussy and you can do anything you want."

"Jesus." His face twisted in a grimace, the boy looked down at the promised mound. After a moment he released one of Ginger's hands and placed his hand on her belly, let it slip down to slide across her cunt-mound.

"Please, Howie!"

"Shit! All right, I'll try. But if I don't like it I'm gonna stop."

Ginger didn't say anything to that. The girl drew up both legs and lifted her feet into the air and her cunt gaped open again as the boy moved down to where he could stare at it. He studied her juicing cunt-slit.

"Get between my legs, Howie! Please!"

Sighing, Howie filled his lungs with air and moved between Ginger's legs. Her feet came down on his shoulders as the boy bent toward her cunt, his nose still wrinkled. Charlene cursed as his face went out of sight, but a gasp from the girl said that his tongue had come out to probe.

"Oh God, yes! Suck me, Howie! Suck me!" Howie's ass bobbed up and down as the kneeling boy did as the girl begged. Ginger gasped again and locked her ankles together, around him. He tried to lift his head and brought her ass completely off the ground.

"Suck me! Oh sweet Jesus!"

Charlene's fingers twisted at her exposed nipple until the thimble-sized nub of flesh burned with dry fire. Driven nearly mad with her lust, she tried to work her way forward, anxious to get a better look at the writhing teenagers. After his first effort to escape, Howie settled down to the serious business of sucking cunt. Ginger screamed.

"Suck! Su-suck! S-Suck!"

Howie grunted and his hot breath filled the girl's cunt. Charlene wiggled forward, oblivious to the sounds she was making-and her knee came down on a rock. It slipped, and before she could catch herself the woman fell forward.

"Howie! Jesus Christ!"

The boy came out of Ginger's cunt, his face wet with her juices, and they stared together in horror as Charlene picked herself up.

"Mom!"

CHAPTER TWO

Charlene's tit hung loose while that shoulder strap of her halter had slipped down on her arm. Her bottoms were worked down on her pussy mound until the top of her cunt-slit was visible through the cunt-juice-stained cloth.

"Jesus, Howie! She's been spying on us!"

The boy scrambled to his feet, but Ginger just lay there, scowling as she stared at Charlene.

"Did you get an eyeful, Mrs. Lewis?"

The sarcasm in the teenager's voice was sharp enough to cut like a knife. Howie's cock was hard again. Aware that his mother was staring at it he started to cover himself with his hands while he looked frantically for his trunks. He didn't see them behind him.

Charlene swallowed, her stomach feeling empty and her cunt burning as she drank in the boy's prick with her eyes. Six inches seemed on the low side for an estimate as she licked her lips hungrily-she would have guessed closer to seven. Howie's flush spread down into his neck, but his hard-on refused to soften, as though it had a mind of its own. His eyes moved from his mother's exposed tit to her crotch and then jumped back up again.

"Well?" said Ginger. "Are you gonna tell my parents what you saw?"

Jesus! Charlene couldn't tear her eyes away from Howie's prick even when Ginger repeated her question. The boy's face was lobster-red.

"Well?" the girl demanded. "What are you gonna do?"

"Uh, do?" Charlene licked dry lips and swallowed several times as she croaked the question. "I, uh, don't know. That depends."

"Depends on what?" demanded Ginger, suspiciously.

"On what you, uh, do for me."

A sly grin grew on the teenager's face as Ginger realized Charlene was as embarrassed as

Ginger snickered. "Go to her and you'll find they were. She sat up, then ran a fingertip from the top of her cunt up, across her belly.

"What would you like us to do, Mrs. Lewis?" The little bitch! Her ears burned fiercely as Ginger met her stare. The girl's tongue came out between her impossibly white teeth and stuck out of the corner of her mouth.

"Maybe you'd like to swing on Howie's cock, the way I did?"

"Ginger!"

Howie stared at her in horror and she made a face at him. "Shut up, Howie! Can't you see she's as horny as we are? Look at her! Why do you think her swim suit is pushed down so far? She was jerking off!"

Shit! Charlene sighed, then shrugged. If she had any fucking sense, she'd fix her swim suit and walk out of here right now, without another word. Pretend it never happened.

But right now her cunt ruled her emotions, not her brain. And her cunt needed cock! She wasn't going to let six or seven inches of hard cock get away even if it did hang from her own son!

She forced a wry grin. "You're absolutely right, Ginger. I was masturbating. I am horny. Come here, Howie."

"Huh?" He swallowed. "What… what for?"

Ginger snickered. "Go to her and you'll find out what for, dope!"

The blush seemed to have spread across his whole body. Casting a nervous glance at the girl, Howie dug his nails into his palms and took one pace toward his mother. A second pace followed, and then a third.

"Momma!"

He gasped as Charlene reached out to grab his cock and pulled him forward until he stumbled and fell against her body. Releasing his prick, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed his face against her exposed tit, moaning.

"Oh, baby, baby! Oh, my sweet baby!"

Her spongy nipple slid off the boy's nose and against his tight-closed eye as Charlene held him tight. His cock banged off her thigh and was trapped between their bodies. She could feel the heat of it like a hot iron against her flesh.

"Oh, fuck me, baby! Suck me! Fuck me and suck me!"

Charlene's fingers held the boy against her tit while her other hand raked his back and caught his ass-cheek. He strained to look up from his one open eye, the other trapped up against her yielding tit-flesh. One side of his mouth was peeled back against his teeth.

"Mom! You're hurting me!"

"Jesus, baby! I'm sorry!"

She released the pressure enough to let him turn his face sideways, ran both hands down his ribs to his hips. His mouth was only an inch away from her nipple. Listening to his mother's thundering heart, Howie let his tongue come out far enough to touch and then to lick her nipple, and she gasped with pleasure.

"Oh, suck my titty, baby! Yes!"

The boy's arms came around his mother as she gave him some freedom of movement. Sweat ran off Howie's face and trickled onto Charlene's tit as he turned around to where he could suck her nipple in. At the same moment his hands moved up her back and fumbled-with the catch of her halter until it popped open.

"Oh, baby! suck Mama, baby!"

Howie did as Charlene asked, sucking hard on her nipple and then drawing the areola between his teeth. She gasped again and again with the stabbing sensation, her head lolling and rolling from side to side. His prick was between her legs. It poked at her cunt-slit. All that kept it from slipping inside was her swim suit.

"Howie! No, don't stop!"

Charlene cried out as her son backed away. Before she could grab his arms and pull him back, her pulled at her halter. It came down on her and fell away as he turned his attention to the bottom of her swim suit.

"Yes, baby! Take it off! Make Mama naked?"

Mother and son forgot their audience as-Howie hooked his thumbs in the bikini bottom and began to roll it down her thighs. His nose wrinkled as her cunt-stink bit him full in the face when the cloth came away, but he did not hesitate. The boy dropped to one knee to roll it down her lower legs, and then Charlene lifted each foot in turn to let him pull it off.

Her knees sagged as the air hit her cunt, but before she could react Howie came back up to wrap his arms around her. This time his cock slid over the top of her cunt and was trapped between their bodies as he buried his face between her tits. She closed her eyes as he began to suck them again, taking one for perhaps ten seconds and then switching to the other.

"Oh, baby! Oh, dear God! God!"

"Momma!" His face rolled across her tit-flesh. "Oh, Momma! I love you, Momma!"

The boy's fingers dug into her heavy tit-flesh, kneading them roughly as he continued to suck. Charlene's cunt was on fire with her need for a cock. She moaned continuously as Howie sucked, twining her fingers in his hair and her hold on him to grind his face against each tit in turn.

"Suck me, Howie! Oh, suck! Oh, fuck!"

"Momma?" He managed to break free for a moment and peered up, her nipple pressed into his ear. "Do you want me to fuck, Momma?"

"Yes! No! Oh, God, I want to suck you, baby!"

"Suck my cock, Momma?"

"Yes, baby! Yes!"

Still holding Howie's hair, Charlene kissed the boy, and drove her tongue into his mouth. At first he resisted, surprised-then opened to her and let her tongue stab deep.

"Suck my tongue, baby! suck it hard!"

Charlene came up for air just long enough to gasp her desire, then drove into his mouth. She could feel Howie's pulse throbbing through his cock as he sucked on her tongue. He followed it in retreat, then stiffened in surprise as she sucked his own tongue with a fierce hunger that made him gasp.

"Momma! You hurt me!"

"Oh, God, I'm sorry, baby! I'm sorry.!"

She covered his face with kisses that tracked down into the hollow of his throat and over his shoulders. Smacking noisily, the kisses were half-sucking as she worked her way down his chest, capturing his tiny bright red nipples in turn. He gasped again as she sawed at them with her teeth.

"Owwww, Momma!"

"Ummmm! Baby! Sweet baby!"

Charlene knelt on one knee and then on the other as he continued to suck her way down the boy's body. His hard prick poked at her belly and then pushed between her tits, was trapped there as she brought her arms together and sucked on his belly button.

"Momma! Oh, yeah!"

The boy sucked in breath and let it out in a slow sigh as his mother licked her way lower, down his belly. His burning cock banged against the soft under part of her chin as she sloshed her tongue back and forth, then slid off as she mouthed his cock-hair and the base of his cock-shaft.

"Oh, yeah! Suck my cock, Momma! Suck me!"

Charlene swallowed a silent sigh as his cock flesh burned against her cheek, so hot it might have branded her. His hard-on pushed up beside her nose as she sucked around his balls, then drew the tight crinkled sac between her teeth. He gasped again.

"Be careful! Don't bite!"

She had no intention of biting. She rolled his balls around with her tongue, separating them and then lifting them. As with his young cock, he was no more than half the size of his father in the balls department, but that was plenty enough to fill her mouth. She had never been able to suck more than one of Bill's balls into her mouth.

"Momma!"

The boy shouted another warning as his mother's teeth crunched his cock-hair and he caught her head in his hands. But, when he tried to push her away, Charlene tightened down, and he pulled his hands away again with a gasp.

"Please, Momma! Take it easy!"

She relented, and released his balls. For a moment her nose pushed under them as she breathed in the crotch-stink of the boy, and then she came back up and gobbled his prick all the way into her throat.

"Oh! Oh, yes! Yes, suck me! Suck me, Momma!"

The boy stared in surprise as his mother swallowed, and his cock-head slipped into her throat. Her nails dug into his ass and held him there, all the way inside, while she swallowed against him. His balls were trapped between her chin and his groin.

"Momma! Oh, Jesus Christ!"

Charlene came back up then, until only his cock-head was trapped between her teeth. She rolled her head toward Ginger, who was finger fucking herself furiously as she stared entranced at mother and son. If her lips hadn't been glued to Howie's cock, she would have grinned.

"Suck, Momma! Jesus Christ, suck!"

Charlene needed no encouragement. She dove all the way back down onto Howie's cock, raking his cock-shaft with her teeth, and bit down.

Yelping, he stiffened against her.

"Don't bite! Don't!"

Her hot breath snorted from her nostrils and hit the top of his prick as she came back up, slowly. Now she covered her teeth with her lips and the boy sighed with pleasure as she began a steady stroking.

"Oh, yeah, Momma! Yeah, that's nice! That's good!"

Charlene mumbled, something around his cock that might have been agreement, but she kept his delicious cock in her mouth. Each time she rode up she swallowed, as though she could tear it off and take it into her belly. Each time she fell back she increased the pressure.

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, suck me, Momma! Suck me!"

His balls already drained once by Ginger. Howie was settled in for the long ride. Charlene's fingers came down to the backs of his thighs, stroked down to the back of his knees, and she shivered at her touch. Once or twice he shifted a foot to find a better position.

His cock seemed larger than before, his cockhead swollen bigger than his cock-shaft. Occasionally he gasped as his mother worked his foreskin back too far.

"Oh, God! Oh, Momma! Suck me, Momma!"

Charlene mumbled another reply, rolling her head to take in the girl. Ginger was hunched forward, one of her hands in her cunt while the other twisted and tore at her nipple. The teenager's tongue stuck out of her mouth, and she gasped repeatedly as she worked her hand back and forth.

Christ! She looked good enough to eat!

Yeah, she would eat her, but not until Howie satisfied the itching in her cunt! The first fuck would be only a warm up. After two weeks without cock, Charlene was ready to ride more than one fucking horse!

"Oh, Momma! Ah, ah, ah, Jesus!"

Howie's fingers tightened in Charlene's hair, forced her to turn back to the business at hand. As she slammed down on his prick, be began to fuck her mouth, making tight tiny fuck strokes. She swallowed against the unexpected motion and took him into her throat again. She could feel the rushing beat of his pulse as her tongue pushed against the big vein in the bottom of his cock-shaft.

"Oh God! Oh my God! Momma!"

Fighting for position on the uneven ground, Howie shifted his foot again just as Charlene slammed down on his prick. The force of her blow knocked him off balance-he scrambled wildly, would have fallen back if her arms hadn't been wrapped tight around his ass.

"Momma!"

Instead, the boy sagged against his mother's body and his upper body fell over her head. Charlene felt a sharp pain in her neck and for a moment her breathing was cut off as Howie's trunk folded around her face. His weight was enough to push her off-balance, to one side, and they went over together in a tangle of arms and legs.

"Jesus Christ, Momma!"

The boy yelped in protest as her teeth slipped from the cover of her lips and chewed his prick. Tears came to his eyes and he cried out again as he banged an elbow going down. But his mother kept her hold on his cock, would not let it escape.

They lay on their sides, Charlene seeing stars as one of Howie's legs pushed over her shoulder and his toenails dug into her tit. For a moment neither moved-then she had to breathe, pushed him back until his cock slid out of her mouth.

"Jesus, Howie! Are you trying to kill me?"

"Me!" he cried in protest. "I thought you were gonna bite my cock off!"

"Christ, that was funny!"

Ginger was doubled over with laughter. As mother and son turned to look at her, she straightened and wiped tears from her eyes, using both hands.

"I thought I was gonna bust a gut!"

"Ignore her," Charlene said, looking up at Howie. "Come on, baby, stick your cock back in my mouth."

"Holy shit, Momma! Haven't you had enough?"

"I haven't begun to have enough, baby."

He touched his cock and shook his head. Although still swollen, it had softened-his fingernail sank into the middle of his cock-shaft.

"I don't think I can get hard again, Momma."

"Shit, boy! You fucking better get hard, if you know what's fucking good for you!"

Sitting up, Charlene pushed the boy over onto his back and grabbed his cock before he could cover it with his hands. He gasped again and covered his teeth with his lips, bit down as she worked his foreskin down. His mother ignored the pain on his face as she bent and sucked his aching prick back into her mouth.

"Momma! Don't!"

"Momma's gonna!"

She came off the boy long enough to speak those two words then dove back onto his cock again. Howie started to draw up his leg but she slammed her fist against it. Biting on his tongue, he let his head fall back onto the ground, suppressing a groan.

Charlene sucked furiously, trying to force Howie's cock to become hard, for several minutes, without success. Growing angrier by the minute, she chewed on him with her teeth then drew his balls into her mouth with his cock. Cheeks full of her son's cock, she twisted back and forth, tearing at his prick like a puppy tearing at a slipper.

"Momma, please! Please!"

Shit! Shit fuck! The fucking brat was going to fail her! Like fucking father, like fucking son! Bastards, both of them! All she wanted was hard cock in her cunt, was that so fucking much to ask?

Charlene released Howie's balls and worked her hand under his ass until he drew his foot back and raised up on that side. Her middle finger probed at his asshole, pushed against the tight sphincter-and stabbed through.

"Momma!"

The boy threw his ass into the air in shock as he felt his mother's fingernail tear at the sensitive lining of his ass. Falling, he tried again to twist free, and landed heavily on her hand. Charlene saw red pain-flashes of her own as her wrist doubled back-gasping in surprise, she pulled her hand out from beneath him and came off his cock.

"Jesus, Momma! You hurt me!"

Shit! Swallowing, Charlene settled back on one hip and stroked the boy's leg.

"I'm sorry, baby. I got carried away. I'm so fucking horny I'm about to go out of my god-damn mind!"

"I'm sorry, Momma, really. But I gotta rest. My cock won't get bard again for a while."

Shit fuck! "I can't wait, baby. I gotta have fucking relief right now!"

Charlene got up on all fours and lifted her leg over Howie's head, then settled back on his face.

CHAPTER THREE

Before the boy could react, his mother's sopping-wet open cunt settled onto his face. Charlene sighed with pleasure as Howie's nose pushed through her cunt-slit, rubbing her inner cunt-lips.

"Suck me, baby! Suck Momma's cunt!"

The youngster was forced to obey if he wanted to breathe. His ass bucked, his cock flopping across his groin, and his doubled bands pushed up at his mother's heavy ass, but as he gasped in reflex for air that wasn't available the lung pressure tried to turn her cunt-walls inside out.

"Suck me, Howie! Suck!"

Charlene rocked back and forth on the boy, moaning with delight. His mouth was inside her cunt now, her outer cunt-lips pushing across his cheeks. Her pussy-juice trickled into his ears. He swallowed as her bitter taste filled his throat and pushed his tongue up into her cunt. The effect was to make Charlene gasp as his cock worked against her sensitive cunt-lining.

"Oh, God Almighty! Oh, dear Jesus! Yes! Yes!"

Charlene's eyes were closed as she worked back and forth on the boy. She ignored his pushing hands, the way he twisted and turned in a frantic effort to free his face. Suddenly Ginger jumped up and tried to push her off.

"You're choking him! Jesus, you'll kill him!"

"Huh?" Charlene blinked and caught herself as Ginger shoved her forward, her hands on Howie's thighs. "Jesus, what are you doing?"

"You're smothering him!"

"Uh!" She craned her neck to look back as Howie sucked: in cunt-scented air through the inch of space she had allowed him. The boy's chest heaved.

"Oh, dear Jesus! Baby!"

"Cripes, Mom! I'll suck your cunt! But I can't do it if I'm dead!"

Pulling her ass forward, Charlene managed a laugh as she straightened and caught Ginger into the circle of her arm. She pulled the girl close and planted a kiss on her belly as the teenager stiffened, held her there when Ginger tried to pull away.

"I'm sorry, baby. Christ, I got carried away-you see how horny I am."

She kissed Ginger again, this time on her cunt, and pushed her tongue through the youngster's pudenda. She did it again, making her tongue into a fat prod that went halfway in and came up against the barrier of her cherry. Ginger gasped in surprise, but made no further attempt to pull away as Charlene rotated her head from side to side, tasting the girl's sweet young fuck-juices.

"Mmmmm, you taste good, Ginger!" she said, pulling her tongue out again. "But not as good as Howie!"

Charlene released the girl and arched her back to dive back down onto the boy's cock. He sucked in another breath as she gobbled him completely inside, taking his balls again, but there was no torment in this attack His mother laved his prick with her tongue and gently mouthed his balls, then came back to press her lips against the base of his cock-head, pushing the tip of her tongue into his piss-hole.

"Jeez, Mom! I told you sucking won't do any good. It'll get hard when it wants to get hard!" Charlene came off the boy's cock and worked her way back until she could settle her ass against the top of his head. His hair was soaked with her cunt-juice and he closed his eyes when several droplets ran into one. His nostrils flared at her stink.

"Oh, you'll get hard again, kiddo. At least, if you're anything like your old man, you will. For now, you can start Sucking me again. All I got to do to make your Pop's cock stand it straight is grind my pussy in his face!"

"Jeez! Does Pop suck your cunt?"

"He sure does. I don't know where your father is more talented-in his prick or with his mouth!"

"Well, I guess if Pop can do it, I can do it. At least, I'll try. But you gotta let me breathe!"

"Good boy! Limber up your tongue, ‘cause Momma's comin' on down!"

Charlene scrambled forward again until she could lower her pussy onto the boy's face. She kept the weight of her ass off him and supported herself on stiff arms and knuckles. Looking down her boy, she could see his chin rise and fall as his tongue came out and made the first tentative sweep around her outer cuntlips.

"Yeah, boy! Suck up Momma's pussy juice!"

Charlene closed her eyes as Howie grunted an answer, then stabbed his tongue through her inner cunt-lips. Not as experienced as his mother, he couldn't go as deep. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down another inch or so to give himself more penetration, then drew out to sweep up and down through her cunt-slit until he caught her clit…

"Oh, yeah, baby! Suck Momma's clit!"

Howie wiggled his ass down a bit until he could capture her clit and suck it into his lips. Charlene gritted her teeth as fire exploded through the erect nubbin.

"Oh, sweet fucking Jesus Christ crapping on a crutch! Suck, baby! Suck Momma!"

The boy needed no encouragement. His fingertips rested lightly against his mother's flanks, and his head rose and fell in tiny strokes as he sucked on her. Holding her swollen clit between his lips, he swallowed again and again, and each time a spark jumped across Charlene's asshole until she suddenly farted.

"Ma! Jesus Christ!"

The boy protested as the hot ass-gas blasted across his face, releasing his mother's clit. Fists doubled, he tried to push her away. Aware that Ginger was stifling laughter, the contrite woman apologized.

"I'm sorry, baby, it was an accident. It won't happen again. Please, don't stop sucking me!"

"It hadn't better!"

Grumbling, Howie sucked her burning clit back into his mouth while Charlene's fuck-juices puddled on his chin and ran off, down both sides of his neck. Her ass-muscles twitched, humped against the sucking boy.

"Bite it, baby! Chew on it!"

His earlier revulsion at his mother's stink had vanished. Hearing her cry out in lust, the boy did as Charlene asked-he sucked her clit completely into his mouth, then bit down on the base of it.

"Harder, baby! Bite hard!"

Ginger stared in shock as the moaning woman writhed on top of her son's head, then moved around to where she could look between Charlene's legs. She saw her clit flash back into Howie's mouth, saw his teeth glisten for a moment as he bit down hard and worked them back and forth.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Yes! Yes!"

The boy's hands dug into his mother's flanks, and his head turned back and forth as he tortured her clit. Charlene screamed in pain and pleasure as he ground her flesh between his chewing teeth and gasped repeatedly as orgasm after orgasm exploded through her guts.

"Oh dear fucking God! God!"

The top of her bead felt like it was coming off as her blood boiled through her veins and arteries. Charlene started to fall forward, saved herself by grabbing Ginger's hips. She pulled the teenager forward, forcing her to step across Howie's hips to save herself from falling, and wrapped her hands around the girl's ass to yank her to where she could bury her face against Ginger's cunt.

"Mmmmm! Oh, sweet pussy! Good pussy!" Charlene sucked greedily against Ginger while Howie turned his-attention back to her pussy. The boy pulled his mother down to.where her cunt completely covered his-face again, and her cunt-juice trickled into his nostrils. His tongue stabbed deep.

"Oh, sweet fucking Christ, yes! Suck me, baby!"

Howie gasped as Charlene's cunt sucked noisily when he pushed her up to breathe. He could see Ginger's lower legs straddling him and his mother's tits hanging down almost to his belly. The girl's fingers rested on Charlene's head as the woman attacked her young cunt. They moaned together. The boy knew a stab of jealousy that his mother was able to give the girl love that should have been his alone.

Shit! Bitches, both of them! Howie had heard his father complaining that all women were bitches from the day they were born and right now he couldn't have agreed more. Just because they had cunts they thought they could boss men around!

"Baby, baby, don't stop!"

Charlene turned away from Ginger's pussy long enough to gasp out her words, then turned back as the teenager's fingers tightened painfully in her hair.

"Jesus fuck, don't stop! Suck me!"

Ginger cried out her lust, deaf to Charlene's own cries of passion. She slammed her hands together, catching the top of the woman's ears, and tried to hump her pussy against her face.

"Suck me, damn you!"

Howie listened to them for a moment, his chest heaving and his eyes closed. When be opened them again, he pulled cunt-juice away from them with a finger.

Charlene and her son were soaked with sweat, perspiring heavily under the July sun. Even Ginger's ass was sheened with perspiration.

"Suck me; baby!"

"Jesus, I can't!" Howie worked his jaw, which popped loud enough for his mother to hear. "Give me a chance to rest, Momma."

"Rest, fuck! I gotta fuck!"

Charlene buried her face in Ginger's cunt for another deep tongue swipe, sucking as hard as she could. Then she dropped onto the boy and filled her mouth with his cock. Howie's foot drew back as his mother's attentions brought almost immediate results. His prick stood up straight, became half-hard as she came all the way up.

"Momma!"

"Yeah! Yeah, baby!"

Charlene squeezed Howie's prick in her hand as she lifted her head to look around at him. She masturbated the boy several strokes, making him wince as she forced the foreskin down below the rim of his cock-head. Feeling him stiffen, she dove back onto his cock, but this time she kept her thumb and forefinger circled around the bottom.

Ginger stared down at the woman's bobbing head, filled with sudden rage at losing that talented sucking mouth. Pissed off beyond fury, she backed down a pace to avoid Charlene's plunging shoulders and dug her fingers into her pussy.

"Suck me, Momma! Suck met"

Howie stabbed up as Charlene rode down, filled her mouth with his prick. She still bad hold of the base of his cock, had wrapped her other fingers around his balls, and now she came up to suck on his cock-head while her hand worked in a furious masturbating.

"Oh, don't, Momma! Please!"

For the first time in two fucking weeks Charlene was thoroughly pleased as she sucked her son's throbbing cock. And Howie was steel hard again, his balls churning and boiling, dangerously close to eruption. At this rate he was going to blast into her mouth.

"Momma! I'm gonna cum!"

Trying to hold back his explosion, the boy tightened his toes and dug his nails into his palms. His cock ached terribly from the pounding he was taking-hurt worse than it had ever hurt before-even when Tracy was trying to make him cum three times in a row without stopping.

"Momma! I'm cumming!"

Charlene heard him that time just as she slammed her hand down against the base of his cock. She pulled her mouth off and squeezed his prick with all of her strength as she looked around.

"No! Not yet! Hold it!"

"I… I can't!"

Howie shuddered as a terrible need to piss filled his groin and his cock ached terribly. But his mother had managed to cut off the flow of his fluids. His prick grew redder while his ass muscles tightened.

"Hold it, baby!"

Charlene crooned the words to the boy while her saliva dried-on his cock-head. His piss-hole was spread wide by the pressure of her hand and exuded a drop of clear liquid. The pre-ejaculate fluid welled higher, trickled out to run down his aching cock-head until it touched the taut-stretched bit of skin that attached foreskin to prick.

"Hold it, honey!"

"Jesus, it hurts, Momma!"

Charlene counted silently to thirty and then forced her fingers to relax. More liquid welled in his piss-hole and ran out-several droplets spurted. But they were still clear, not the rich white or ivory color of cum. She bent and licked them away with her tongue. The taste was bitter, almost like piss, and she made a face as she straightened and looked at the boy.

"Good boy. I knew you could do it!"

Howie forced a laugh. "Jeez, I didn't. My balls felt like they were gonna run out of my cock!"

His mother released his prick, which fell against his groin, still throbbing hard. She licked her-lips and swallowed, regretting not having the chance to taste his cum. But, Jesus! the way it took him so long to get hard again, she had to satisfy her cunt-itch before she gave herself up to lesser pleasures such as sucking him off.

"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you now."

"You're gonna fuck me, Momma?"

"Yeah, now you just lie there while I turn around. Move your ass, Ginger!"

The girl jumped to one side as Charlene turned completely around, keeping the boy beneath her at all times. Her tits banged against his face and for a moment she was tempted to stop and let him suck them. But her cunt was churning with her need to be fucked. A second later her knees straddled his hips.

"All right, baby. Hold your cock up straight."

"What are you gonna do, Momma? Sit on it?"

"Give the boy a big cigar. Hold it up!"

Howie winced as he touched his tender cock-flesh but he held his prick between thumb and forefinger with his cock-head pointed straight up at his mother's cunt. Charlene worked her knees forward a bit farther. Her asshole flexed open as she lowered herself on her son's cock.

"Coming down, baby! Coming home!"

The boy raised his head and saw his mother's gaping cunt-lips settle around his cock-head. Charlene froze at first contact, held herself there for a moment with her inner cunt-lips barely touching his hot cock. Howie still held his prick in position as she sighed and slowly lowered herself onto him, impaling her body with the boy's cock.

"Take your hand out, baby!"

He snatched it away but continued to hold himself up to see as his cock was gobbled up by his mother's greedy cunt. Half it was inside and she began to slide down faster then she had it all and the boy grunted against her weight.

"You're heavy, Momma!"

"You calling me fat, boy?" Charlene said in mock anger.

"No, just heavy. You eat too much candy and ice cream!"

Laughing, Charlene fell forward, taking her weight off his groin and onto her hands. She still had his prick completely within her cunt and now Howie could feel the stubble of her cunt hair, scratching his thighs and his belly. He gasped as his mother tightened her cunt-muscles.

"Oh, Momma!"

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes! Do it again!"

She obliged, milking his cock with her pussy. She was by no means full-only her husband's throbbing ten hard inches could give her that feeling. But cunts were flexible, adjusting to take large and small pricks. It wasn't the amount of cock that was buried in her belly, but what a horny woman could do with it that mattered.

"Oh, God, Momma!"

"Does Tracy feel this good, kiddo?"

"Huh? How did you know about Tracy?"

"Mothers know everything, boy!" She squeezed him with her cunt. "How about it? Does Tracy make you feel like this?"

"Jeez, no! Come on, Momma, stop foolin' around. Fuck me!" He gasped as she tightened again. "Fuck me!"

Charlene was enjoying the sensation of having her son's prick buried in her cunt, but her own need started the fucking motion. She rode forward on the boy until his prick almost popped out, tightening on it at the last minute with her outer muscles until he gasped.

"Fuck me, Momma! Fuck me!"

She rode back until her pussy-lips were spread wide against the boy's groin, came forward again. Another few strokes finished turning on the fires in her belly, and she picked up the pace. Riding him faster, her as slapped wetly against his thighs.

"Oh, fuck, Momma! Fuck! I'm fucking my momma!"

"Yeah, boy! Momma's fuckin' you! Fucking you!"

Charlene's tits rubbed against Howie's chest and banged against his face as she continued to ride him. The fucking pace was furious now, and she felt herself building toward the first orgasms-a moment later it blasted.

"Fuck! Fucking my baby! Fucking my baby!"

"Oh, oh, Momma. Oh, fuck me, Momma! F-Fuck me!"

And now Howie began to hump up against Charlene as she rode off his cock, trying desperately to keep his throbbing prick buried within her cunt. His fingers grabbed her stiff arms, held on for dear life as he fucked against her, with her. Ginger was eaten up with jealousy as she watched them, until suddenly the boy aid out.

"I'm cumming, Momma! I'm cummiing! cumming!"

CHAPTER FOUR

"Oh oh oh!"

The gasps of lust came from Ginger, penetrated Charlene's awareness as the woman tightened to receive her son's cum. His cock pulsed several times, spewing again and again as her cunt-walls milked him, puffing on his prick the way a farmer pulled on a cow's udder.

"Oh, Momma!"

Howie collapsed with a sigh as his balls were depleted, his eyes closing. He winced as his mother milked his cock another time or two but said nothing. His cock plopped wetly across his groin as Charlene pulled off, raising her knee to swing over him and settle beside him on the grass.

"Oh Jesus! Jesus!"

Ginger was oblivious to the world. She attacked her cunt with her fingers, hunched forward as she tried to stab her hand all the way inside. She stared with unseeing eyes, swaying back and forth.

"Jesus Christ! Jesus fucking Christ!"

Charlene's knees were sore from kneeling on the ground and her skin tingled as Howie's cum trickled out of her pussy onto the grass. But she was still turned on, ready to go again. She cast a look at the boy-his cock lay limp across his thigh, the foreskin almost worked back over the cockhead. Howie's chest rose and fell evenly, asleep from exhaustion.

"Shit! He had only cum twice! He was no chip off the block there. His father would just be getting warmed up.

Well, there was no cunt-relief to be had there. Jesus, she hadn't been this turned on since she couldn't remember when. Not since the doctor gave her permission to go back to fucking after the birth of Howie and Tracy.

"Oh, crap! Oh, cripes!"

Ginger's pussy was soaked with her cum.

Watching the masturbating girl, Charlene remembered her taste-her throat worked and she rubbed her cunt-mound, squeezing hard.

"Ginger! Come here, girl!"

"Huh?" The girl blinked in surprise, but didn't stop what she was doing as she recognized Howie's mother. "What do you want?"

The question gushed out of her mouth, but she was already moving toward Charlene's open arms. Ginger stumbled on something in the grass and would have fallen, but the woman was ready to catch her. For a moment they clung together, the teenager's face against Charlene's shoulder and her small tits pushing into the softer flesh of the woman's.

"Oh, Jesus! Mrs. Lewis, I'm going fucking crazy!"

"What you need is a big stiff cock, girl!"

"Yeah! Oh, Christ, yeah! But the bastard's sleeping!"

"SO you'll have to make do with me!"

Ginger straddled Charlene's lap, their pussy mounds pushing together, while the woman stroked her back. She felt the girl's heartbeat slow, felt Ginger's arms tighten around her. The youngster's nipples burned against her tits.

"Oh, gee! Jesus! You gonna suck me again?"

"We're gonna suck each other!"

Charlene's clit was hard again, poked from concealment to penetrate Ginger's outer cunt lips. The girl's ass tightened and humped against the woman, and their tits banged together. Then she raised up a bit and settled onto the woman's hard clit.

"Oh, fuck! I wish you could fuck me! Why the hell did God give cocks to men?"

"Because if he had given them cunts they'd be women."

"He should have given women both cunts and cocks."

"Then what would He do with men?"

"Who needs them? They call women the weaker sex, but I've yet to see the boy who could go as long as I wanted him to!"

Charlene laughed, and hugged the girl closer. The sentiment was one she had shared a time or two, although when it came down to a hard piece of male cock shoving in and out of her pussy, she always decided things were best just the way they had been arranged.

"Poor baby! Come on, let's get off on each other."

Charlene caught the back of Ginger's head and pulled the girl's mouth up for a deep kiss. Their tongues did battle for a moment and then they sucked on each other in turn until she felt the girl's pussy-juices dripping onto her own cunt. Holding Ginger with her hands under the girl's thighs, she lifted her to where she could suck first her nipple and then the whole young tit into her mouth.

"Oh, God! Yes, suck my titty! Yes!"

She chewed on the girl a moment, mouthing her sweat, then came back to suck her nipple into full erection. Ginger gasped as Charlene's teeth nipped her gently, and gasped again as she switched her attention to the other tit.

"Oh, God! God! Oh!"

Arms wrapped around Charlene's head, Ginger clung to the woman with all of her strength. Although her sweat glands were secreting heavily, the girl's flesh tasted sweet. After a moment she lowered her back onto her lap for another deep kiss.

"Baby? Will you sixty-nine with me?"

"Huh? What's that?"

Jesus, the kid didn't know as much as Charlene had thought! "You suck my pussy while I'm sucking yours."

"Oh." Ginger thought a moment. "Why not? Yeah, sure!"

"Good girl!"

Giving her a quick smack on the lips, Charlene stretched out only inches away from the sleeping Howie. Ginger's foot banged against his hip and the boy made a motion like chasing a fly, then reached down and rubbed his balls. He sighed and let his hand fall beside him and the girl giggled.

"Jesus, he sleeps hard, doesn't he?"

"A boy's brains are in his balls. And a man's. Drain him and he can't even think until they fill up again."

"Yeah! You got that right, Mrs. Lewis."

"Call me Charlene, dear. Any time I suck a girl's cunt I figure we know each other well enough to use first names!"

Not that she had sucked cunt-at least, not since she was younger. And that had been more of a quick lick with her tongue, not real pussy mouthing. Jesus! She couldn't remember the name of the girl who wanted to fool around!

She still remembered her first cock, however-her first real cock. She didn't count puffing down her panties to let boys see what she had before she had anything. Cal Melton, that was his name. He was the second string quarterback who never got off the bench, and Charlene's first real out-in-a-car with a boy date. They parked in the back row of the drive-in theater, and Cal popped her cherry in the back seat. Jesus, it was the first time for both of them, and he shot before he made more than half a dozen fuck-strokes.

Cal was more experienced now-last she had heard, he had seven kids and another one on the way. And that was the only date they had together. By the time he got around to asking for another, Charlene had learned to feel a boy's cock before she said yes. Nothing smaller than seven inches, which left Cal two inches short. "Suck my titties a minute, Ginger, then scoot on up here so I can get my mouth on your sweet pussy!"

The girl obeyed, diving to take Charlene's much bigger tit as far into her mouth as she could. She tried to cram the woman-tit between her teeth, but had to settle for working it with her fingers while she sucked hard.

"Yes! Oh, Christ, yes! Suck me, honey!"

But Ginger was interested in more serious sucking. She surrendered Charlene's tits and climbed up on the woman until her ass was caught in Charlene's tight fingers. The girl slid down the slope of the tits as Charlene's mouth opened in welcome, and sighed as the greedy woman began to suck.

"Oh, God! Oh, that's good! Good!"

Charlene's mouth was big enough to take all of the young pussy inside. Ginger's silky brown cunt hair pressed against her teeth as the woman's tongue stabbed until it came up against the Obstructing maidenhead. She swallowed greedily, drinking the sharp young girl-cum.

"Oh, good, Ginger! You taste so fucking good!"

"Yeah?" She giggled again. "I never tasted myself!"

"Then now's the time to start!"

Charlene gobbled at the girl's cunt again, but this time held her fuck juice in her mouth until she could take no more. Then she pushed Ginger's hips down until the youngster got the idea. Their mouths met in a deep kiss that passed the cunt-juice back-and forth, until each swallowed half.

"Jeez!" Ginger licked her lips as she raised up. "I don't taste anything like a boy, do I? Kinda yucky."

"Does Howie's cum taste sweet?"

"Oh, yeah. Just like there was sugar in it!"

"Well, no two men taste exactly alike. Or two girls, either."

If she could believe her husband. Tom admitted to have sucked his share of pussies before he met Charlene. And he said her cunt-juice was sweet, although his cum was more on the bitter side. Maybe Howie got his flavor from her.

"Okay, girl. It's time to stop fucking around and get it on down! Come on, swing around on me so we can suck each other at the same time!"

Ginger made the shift willingly, sighing with pleasure as Charlene pulled her back and began to attack her cunt with her tongue. But the youngster was too short to return the favor. Her mouth came up six inches away from the glistening pussy lips.

"Shit! I can't reach it, Charlene! Can't you raise your ass up or something?"

Sharing Ginger's frustration, Charlene wrapped her arms around the girl's hips then tried to raise her legs and pull them back. For a moment she bicycled-then Ginger caught her thighs and held on. She pulled back on them until the woman groaned at the pain, but she was still able to reach.

"It's no good! Damn!"

Double damn! Charlene sucked hard on Ginger's clit for a moment, then lifted the girl's hip to-stare at Howie. The sleeping boy looked like an innocent angel.

"Howie! Wake up!"

"Huh?" The boy jumped as Charlene poked him and half rose, looking around in confusion.

"Wake up, you've got work to do!"

"Momma?" He started to blush, then came out of his sleep and remembered. But his face was still red with embarrassment. "Jeez! What do you want?"

"Your cock!" said Ginger.

"Huh?" He started to cover himself with his hands. "No fucking way! Jesus, haven't you two had enough?"

"We've just begun to suck and fuck, boy!" his mother said. "But rest easy, your cock is safe for a while. Get down in front of me and pick up my feet!"

He blinked in confusion as his mother explained what she wanted him to do-then it sank in, and he shrugged.

"Sure, Momma!"

Howie picked up Charlene's feet, then pushed back until her knees doubled against her body. With the boy to hold her, she was able to maintain the position without strain, and now Ginger was able to reach the woman's cunt with her mouth.

"Yeah! Hold me like that, Howie. Suck me, Ginger!"

"Yeah! Hot pussy! Yummmm!"

The girl licked her lips and pushed her cunt against Charlene's mouth, gasping as the woman's hands pulled her ass-cheeks farther apart and her tongue stabbed into her hot body. Seconds later her own tongue worked deep into Charlene's pussy, greedily sucking up the fuck juices that puddled there.

"Mmmm!" Her head came up. "Good pussy!"

Charlene mumbled agreement against Ginger's tasty cunt, rotating her head to stab her tongue as deep as she could. Pulling it back, she gnawed on first one side of the girl's cunt mound and then the other, then managed to get the whole thing between her teeth and settle for some steady chewing. Her asshole flexed open and shut.

Christ! Howie stared at the sucking girl in amazement; all thought of sleep banished.

Ginger gobbled eagerly, chasing stray splashes of pussy-juice with her tongue. Charlene's stubble rubbed raw against her chin, but she ignored the small pain.

The boy's prick began to stand out. His mother's feet were against his upper arms, his hands pushing against her knees as he kept her folded double. Ginger's nose was buried in her cunt-slit as the girl rubbed her face back and forth until her eyebrows were soaked with cum.

"Good!" she croaked, coming up for air. "So fucking good! Pussy!"

Howie's erecting cock pushed against the small of his mother's back and stuck for a second-then it jumped, and stabbed into the crack of her ass as he leaned forward. He sucked in breath as he realized what he had done and started to back off as Charlene's ass twitched. Her brown ass-ring flexed open several times, letting him see her tender ass-lining.

Jesus! She wanted him to stick it in her asshole!

The boy read Charlene's signals right. Hardly aware of what she was doing but totally turned on, she felt the pressure of his cock-head and knew what it was. She wanted it buried in her pussy but Ginger was already there, filling her cunt with her tongue.

Charlene managed to pull her face far enough out of Ginger's cunt to gasp her need: "Stick it in me, baby! Stick it in!"

"In your asshole, Momma?"

"Any fucking place you can find!"

The boy shrugged-Momma must know what she wants. But his prick was standing full again, pointed toward Ginger's rising and falling forehead. There was no way to bring it against his mother's asshole without letting go of her leg, and something told him that was the last thing she wanted.

Howie tried to lean forward-he did manage to bring his cock down against the bottom of Charlene's cunt-slit, where Ginger's slurping tongue splashed it with pussy-juice. The girl tried to stare at the hard prick without lifting her face, and her eyes crossed.

Howie fucked through his mother's cunt-slit, and this time hit Ginger's nose. The bottom of his prick was good and wet with his mother's fuck-juices now, but the top and the cock-head were still dry. Shit!

"Ginger! Suck my cock and get it wet so I can stick it in Momma's asshole!"

Ginger stopped slurping long enough to raise her face and look at him. "Shit! Are you crazy?"

"Damn it, she wants me to fuck her in the ass! Don't you, Momma?"

"Yeah, baby!" gasped Charlene. "Get his prick wet, Ginger! Stick it in!"

Ginger kept her face raised to take the boy's cock all the way inside. He sighed as she sucked him, wetting his cock with her saliva, and tried to stab it deeper. But the position made the thrust impossible. Her head came out and twisted and his prick slipped out.

"Asshole!"

Shit! Howie grunted, his arms growing tired of keeping his mother's legs bent back and her ass raised. He tried to improve his footing by shifting an inch or so and stabbed, but with no more luck than before.

"Shit! Ginger, this isn't gonna work. You gotta hold it down so I can stick it in her."

"Jesus fuck Christ! You dipshit!" Ginger unhooked her arm from around Charlene's thigh, working her fingers for a minute to ease the cramps. Then she brought it over her head until she could grab his cock and direct it against the target.

"You want me to push it in for you, too?" Ignoring the sarcastic insult, Howie stabbed as soon as the girl centered his prick in Charlene's ass-ring. His mother was ready but she still gasped as he thrust.

But his cock-head was in and seated-another stab broke through her resistance and his prick slid in three inches. Howie let out his breath as Charlene squeezed down hard and shifted his foot another half inch, then stabbed again.

"Gahhhh!"

Charlene's cry blew bubbles in the froth that covered Ginger's cunt. Almost immediately she farted, the hot gas blasting along the bottom of her son's cock and against his balls. Howie shifted one more time, trying to find his balance, and leaned over so far that his chest pushed Ginger's face into the woman's flooding pussy.

"I'm in, Momma! I'm in your asshole!"

Before either female could reply the boy thrust one more time and something soft crumbled and broke before his invading prick. Five inches were in his mother-he pulled three of them back, the last inch and a half brown with Charlene's shit, and stabbed again.

"You got it all, Momma!"

Charlene moaned against Ginger's cunt while the girl twisted her face around, fighting for breath. Howie's knotted belly was rough against her face as the boy began the awkward plunging, thrusting deep into his mother's asshole until his cock-hair was glued against her brown ass-ring. He pulled halfway back, afraid to come out any farther, and stabbed again.

"I'm fucking you in the asshole, Momma! I'm fucking your ass!"

He pumped against her, burning with excitement that soon had his balls churning, had them boiling. Howie fucked his mother twenty strokes, thirty, forty, and then held his breath as his cum-load blasted!

"Momma! Momma! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

CHAPTER FIVE

Lonnie Lewis stood at his bedroom window, watching the top of the knoll through his father's field glasses. Howie and Ginger had gone up there over an hour ago and if he knew his younger brother, they were fucking!

The horny little shit!

Consumed with jealousy, Lonnie lowered the glasses and wiped sweat from his brow. The blond teenager was six inches taller than his brother and well muscled. If his twin sister Pat could see him, she'd say he looked just like a surfer. Right now he wore only ragged short-shorts and lace-less running shoes. Boxer shorts showed through each leg hole.

Jesus, there was Ginger now! And the cunt was bare-ass fucking naked!

Consumed with jealousy, Lonnie adjusted the way his balls hung and pushed his half-hard cock back up until it tented his shorts. Jesus, he was going fucking crazy on the island! Pat was back home, fifty miles away, and he hadn't got his rocks off once since the day they arrived. Not unless he counted the wet dreams he'd had five nights running. He remembered the way his sister could suck his cock all the way into her hungry throat.

Suck me, Pat!

Shit, he'd fuck her, just like she had been begging him to, if be had her here right now!

Ginger bounded down the path, lost to sight for a moment, her nice little tits bouncing up and down. Where was Howie? The little shit was probably sleeping it off. The neighbor's girl twirled her bikini in her fingers, oblivious to the thought that someone might be watching.

Lonnie lowered the glasses to focus on Ginger's cunt, which looked suspiciously wet. Her pussy-hair was matted and her crotch was streaked with dirt. The little bitch had been fucking! Jesus, his cock burned in full erection, so hard it pushed the top of his shorts away from his waist. He started to adjust it again, then yanked his hand away. Christ, all he had to do was stroke himself once and he'd pop his fucking load!

Ginger didn't look toward the Lewis house- she would not have seen him if she had, for the sun was breaking off the glass. She turned into the path that led to her house and soon disappeared from sight. Lonnie put the glasses down on the table and turned away twenty seconds too soon to see his mother.

Christ! He knew he was suffering from what the other guys called lovers balls, even though he was still cherry so far as fucking. Pat had been sucking him since he first grew hair on his crotch, but he had held back from going all the way. Jesus, the last thing he wanted to do was make his own twin sister pregnant.

Sweet merciful Jesus, but be was horny! His prick jumped, brought almost to the point of blasting just by the friction of his underpants. Lonnie couldn't remember the last time he had jerked off-jerked himself off. It was at least two years, maybe more.

Well, shit! Pacing the floor in his frustration, Lonnie knew he couldn't go on like this another fucking minute. Ma was out some place, probably visiting one of the houses on the other side of the island. Stopping to strip the quilt down on the double bed the boys had to share, he ripped his shorts open and pushed them down, then flopped on his back as his cock slammed against his belly.

His cock was still growing-Pat would be pleased when she saw that. He looked at himself in the mirror on top of the dresser. A thin line of blond hair ran from his crotch to his belly button and swirled around his nipples.

Lonnie touched his prick, which jumped automatically as he ran his fingers down the bottom of his cock-shaft. Shit, he was getting thicker, too!

Moaning unconsciously, the youth stroked his cock lightly, his fingers tracing the position of the piss-tube. He was sweating like a pig-the room was stifling despite two open windows, for there wasn't a breath of breeze.

Closing his eyes, Lonnie held his cock up straight and started to masturbate. ttt

"Momma, I'm cumming!"

Howie's cock pulsed again and again, spewing his cum into Charlene's ass. Twice he spasmed; and a third time; but the fourth time he was dry, his balls thoroughly drained; three times in a fucking row!

"Oh, Momma!"

The boy sagged against Ginger's head as his softening cock slipped from Charlene's ass and then he lost his hold on her legs and she unfolded, knocking him to the ground. Ginger grunted as she lost the woman's cunt, her chin digging into Charlene's belly. Before she had a chance to recover, Howie's mother lifted her off her face, and she rolled onto her back.

The females lay side by side, Howie trapped beneath Charlene's legs and across Ginger's belly. His, mother laughed and the youngsters joined in.

"Wow!" the girl gasped, recovering first. "That was un-fucking-believable!"

"Yeah, Momma! Jeez!"

"Dumb kid!"

Charlene rose to plant a kiss on Ginger's mouth. Then, untangling, they all got up. Ginger looked toward the sun, which was dropping in the sky.

"What time is it?"

"Fourish. Maybe four-thirty."

"Jeez, I gotta get back to the house. I promised Ma I'd have supper ready when they got home."

She scrambled after her bikini and started down the path without putting it on. Charlene and Howie stared at her bouncing ass until she was out of sight, then looked at the white stripes on their own bodies. The woman shook her head.

"If I had a body like that I'd be a nudist, too."

"Your body's okay, Mom. For a lady!"

"This from the kid who called me fat a little while ago?"

"Not fat-just heavy!"

Charlene grabbed him into the crook of her arm and ruffled his hair again-then she hugged him against her side, and let her hand drop to fall against his ass. His cock was streaked with brown and looked puffy. It was still engorged with blood.

"Jeez, Ma!"

Howie saw where she was looking and protested. "Don't you ever get enough?"

"Rarely, baby." She hugged him tight. "Think you'll be ready to go again after supper?"

"Jeez, no! Pick on Lonnie for a while!"

"Maybe I will, kiddo "Charlene visualized her older son-Lonnie's cock was a lot bigger than Howie's, she could tell that much just by the bulge it made in his jeans. "Maybe I will. But come on, we'd better go down to the house."

"You go on, Mom. I think I'll climb on up to the top."

"Okay, kiddo. But don't stay out too long. You've had enough sun for today."

"I'll watch it."

Charlene picked up her bikini and pulled on the bottoms, shrugged into the halter. Howie snapped it for her and watched her leave. As soon as she was out of sight, he hurried to the edge of the clearing and stood with legs apart, his cock pointed into the bushes. He strained, and a stream of piss burst from his cock as the boy sighed. Despite what he had done with his mother and Ginger, he hadn't wanted them to see him pissing!

Unaware of her son's sudden modesty, Charlene picked her way down the steep path. Her cunt no longer ached, although there was pain in her asshole where Howie's cock had stabbed her.

Lonnie's prick must be a lot bigger than Howie's.

Christ, get your mind out of your cunt, girl! You can wait until tonight!

She grinned as she reached the bottom of the bill, thinking of the look on Lonnie's face when he learned what she had in fucking mind! Yeah, her mind was still planted firmly on fucking.

At the moment, however, she was thinking of a long, cool shower. She knew a twinge of jealousy-Ginger would be going home to an air-conditioned house. Bill had promised to air condition the lake house if his current development sold out.

Of course, if they divorced she'd take the city house in the settlement. Bill wouldn't want to stay on the island during the winter, so he'd probably sell this place. She still hadn't made up her mind what to do with the kids. She wanted to keep the boys, especially after this afternoon, and they'd bitch up a storm if they were separated from their sisters on a permanent basis. So she'd probably have to keep all four of them.

Entering the house by the back door, Charlene glanced at the refrigerator. Just thinking about eating made her tired as she started up the stairs.

She heard the bedsprings squeaking before she reached the top and looked toward the boys' room. The door was open a crack. She moved quietly down the hall and peered through the opening.

Lonnie was jerking off!

She stared entranced at her older son as he pounded his cock. Jesus, it was a lot bigger than Howie's! Charlene swallowed as her cunt caught fire again.

Tonight, shit! She was gonna have that beautiful cock this very fucking minute!

She shoved the door open and marched in just as Lonnie slammed his fist down to the base of his cock. The boy froze in that position, his eyes widening in horror.

"Ma!" He started to draw up his knees and his cock exploded. His cum shot three feet into the air and splashed onto the boy's body. A second explosion followed, reaching to the middle of his chest; and then a third that spurted just high enough to fall back on his hand. A last eruption oozed from his piss-hole and trickled down his cock-shaft.

Shit! Charlene cursed as she saw the wasted cum spill on the boy's body and saw red. That was her fucking load! By Christ, if she couldn't have it in her cunt she'd take it any fucking way she could!

Lonnie cringed away from his mother as Charlene marched to the bed. Still holding his oozing cock, he started to raise the other hand over his face, expecting her to slap him-and gasped in shock as she dropped heavily onto the edge of the bed and dove down on his prick.

"Ma! Jesus Christ!"

"Shut up, Lonnie! Just keep your fucking mouth shut!"

Charlene's face shone with the cum from his belly as she came off his prick long enough to snap at him. She dove down again before he had a chance to react, sucking greedily at the cum that covered his cock. When it was cleaned away, she came off again and started to lick up what had landed elsewhere.

"Oh, God, Ma!"

Lonnie's burning bard cock fell across his thigh as his mother sucked cum from his cock-hair, then lapped her way up his belly and across his chest. His prick bounced up and dawn by itself. His cum was strong, satisfyingly so-he was very close to his father in taste, and not that much fucking smaller in cock-size!

"Oh, Jesus!"

Charlene straightened with a sigh. Lonnie's body-hair was slicked down from her tongue action and his balls were trapped between his legs. Big balls! Each one of Lonnie's testicles made both of his brother's.

"Ma! Jesus!"

The boy protested again as his mother picked up his prick, the heat of it burning her hand. Their eyes met and he fell silent-he looked away as Charlene returned her attention to the matter at hand. The cock in her hand.

Lonnie's mouth opened but.the words remained unsaid as she worked his foreskin down from his cock-head. She stroked him several times and he sighed.

"Can you cum again right away?"

The boy shrugged. "Sometimes."

"What about this time?"

"Jeez, I don't know, Ma!"

"Do you want me to suck you?"

His ears blazed. "Christ, no! I mean, we shouldn't be doing this!"

"Bullshit! Your cock is hard and my pussy is empty. Do you want to fuck me?"

The boy was near tears with his embarrassment, but his throbbing prick sent a message through his mother's fingers that his balls-said yes. Charlene released him to reach behind her back and fumbled with the snap of her halter. After several tries she turned her back to Lonnie.

"Unsnap me."

He did as she said and she shrugged out of the top of the swimming suit, then rose far enough to roll her bottoms down from her ass and down her legs. She could smell herself, the sweat from her fuck with Howie and Ginger but the stink only turned her on even more.

"Move over and give me room."

The mattress bounced as Lonnie worked his ass over to the other side of the bed. Charlene followed him, pulled him into her arms before he could escape, and glued her mouth to his for a fierce kiss that had his prick jumping against her belly.

"Goddamn it, don't you know how kiss? Stick your tongue in my mouth!"

She was being unfair-Lonnie had plenty of experience kissing with Pat and with girls other than his sister. He cringed at her insult and then got mad. Jesus she wanted to be kissed she was gonna fucking well be kissed!

His tongue stabbed against his mother's teeth and broke into her mouth, and it was Charlene's turn to be amazed by the sudden power of her son. She moaned with pleasure as Lonnie's nails dug into her back, shifting his hard prick against her belly.

"Oh, God! Stick it in me, baby! Stick your cock in my cunt!"

She was wet again, more than ready for his throbbing cock as Lonnie reached down and pushed his prick between her legs. It slid up across the crack of her ass, stabbed futilely a few times until Charlene broke the kiss again.

"In me! Fuck me!"

Lonnie reached down and grabbed his cock again, twisted his ass back until his fumbling fingers had directed it against her eager cunt. Charlene's stomach hollowed and she thrust down against him-and his cock-head slipped through, moving easily through her inner cunt-lips.

"Yes! Shove it in! Shove it all the way in!" She humped against him as Lonnie made his own first fumbling stroke and his cock slid several inches deeper. He shoved again, this time burying himself to the balls.

"Oh, yeah, baby! That's it, you got it now!"

"Jeez Ma! Holy Jeez!"

"Holy fuck, baby! Fuck me!"

Charlene moaned with her desire, her nails raking the boy's back. All of his feelings were concentrated in his cock as be began to luck his mother.

"Fuck! Yes, fuck! Sweet fuck!"

"Oh, Ma! I'm fucking you, Ma! I'm lucking my Ma!"

"Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it hard! Hard!"

The bed squeaked loudly, bouncing as the boy fucked his prick deep into the woman. Lonnie pulled out until his cock-head was trapped by his mother's tight-clenched cunt ring and slammed back until their bellies slapped wetly and noisily together.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, sweet fuck! Beautiful fuck!"

"Fucking! I'm fucking! I'm fucking my fucking mother!"

The first draining of Lonnie's balls had been no more than a warm-up-unlike his brother, he was ready to explode again. But the sensations coursing through his cock and into his groin were so fucking wonderful that he tried to hold off, not wanting the moment to end.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Oh, yeah! Feel me, Ma! Feel my cock! My big cock! Feel my hard cock!"

"Baby! Baby! My sweet fucking baby!"

"Oh, Ma! Oh, Christ! I'm gonna shoot! Gonna shoot!"

"Yes, baby! Cum in me, baby! Fill my pussy with your beautiful cum!"

Lonnie thrust one more time and held himself tight against his mother. Charlene stopped breathing as his cum boiled out of his cock and filled her belly. The pulsing prick made her cuntwalls writhe in ecstasy.

"Oh, Jesus! Ma!" •

"Baby! My beautiful baby!"

They lay slumped together in exhaustion for several minutes while Lonnie's prick slowly lost its steel-hardness. Then-he looked at her.

"I gotta pee, Ma."

"No!" Charlene tightened about him, refused to let him pull out. "Hold it!"

"Jeez, I can't! Please, Ma!"

But it was already too late; his hot piss gushed into her cunt.

CHAPTER SIX

"Oh, Jesus! I'm sorry, Ma!"

Charlene bit down on her lip as his piss flooded through her guts, tightening down in reflex. Christ, the kid must have tapped a fucking beer keg!

"You couldn't help it, Lonnie. Next time I'll know enough to listen when you say you gotta go. But pull back, baby, Jesus! I feel like I'm gonna bust like a balloon!"

Obeying his mother, the boy drew his softening cock back until only his cock-head was still trapped in her cunt. Charlene tightened down then, held his prick like it was a cork while his piss continued to run. She felt bloated as her pussy-walls expanded away from the stuff.

But, Jesus! it wasn't a bad feeling! Even a turn-on as his urine filled her guts. She flexed her asshole and farted, the pressure growing.

"Aren't you done yet?"

"Yeah, I think so. That's all."

Lonnie sighed as he finished emptying his bladder into his mother's belly. Charlene tightened down again, afraid to make the first move. They lay still for several minutes, the rise and fall of her breathing making the piss slosh back and forth in her cunt.

"I'm gonna pull out now, Ma."

"Do it slow-no. Do it fast."

"Okay. Here goes."

Even with his warning, Charlene was startled as his prick popped free. Several drops of his piss spurted, but she tightened down before it flooded out, trapped the rest. Sighing, she started to roll onto her back, intending to move to the edge of the bed-and saw Howie standing in the door. The boy stared goggle-eyed, his prick hard again in his trunks.

"See enough, brat?"

Lonnie asked the question over his mother's back. Charlene swallowed a grin as the boy started to back away.

"Come on in, kiddo. As long as you're here you might as well make yourself useful."

"Ma!"

"Shut up, Lonnie! Yours is the second cock I had today."

"Jesus! You fucked Howie?"

"I fucked Howie and I sucked him, just like I'm gonna suck you. Now both of you kids get around here and help me off this fucking bed before I bust a gut."

Lonnie scrambled off the other side of the bed and came around to take one of his mother's head while Howie grabbed the other. Together, they pulled Charlene across the mattress until she could put her feet down on the floor, then helped her stand.

"Warn us to help you make it to the bathroom, Ma?" Lonnie asked.

"No, but you might as well come along, both of you. We all need a shower!"

Charlene waddled out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom, her thighs pressed tight together to keep the still-hot piss from running out of her cunt. Howie walked backward before her, his cock steel-hard again and pushing against his trunks.

She sighed as she finally reached the bathroom and plopped her ass down on the john, relaxing her muscles. Lonnie's piss gushed out, hit the water like a bucket being emptied. Some splashed back up against her thighs. The ache left her belly and she sighed again, then grunted-straining, her own piss joined the water in the bowl.

"Turn the water on, Lonnie. Howie, get those trunks off. Jesus, you both stink!"

The boys hurried to obey, Lonnie stepping into the shower to start the water going from the nozzles on three walls. The charm of the bathroom bad sealed Bill Lewis's decision to buy the house.

"Jesus, you could have an orgy in here!"

The real estate agent winked and lowered his voice-Charlene was still checking out the bedrooms.

"The man who built it was a bachelor. He used to have parties with his girlfriends, but the rule was no other men were allowed. Poor bastard was only forty-six when he died, which is why it's for sale."

"What did he die of?"

"They say he fucked himself to death."

Bill laughed, as did Charlene when he repeated the story later. The bathroom was the only one in the house, but there was a huge bed in the master bedroom which also turned them on. The only thing the house lacked was air-conditioning, but here in the mountains nights were usually cool enough. That's what made the heat wave just starting so unusual.

She wiped her cunt and flushed the toilet, then pressed her hand into the small of her back. She was getting too fucking old for fucking around on bare ground. From now on she'd better keep her fucking to the bedroom!

The shower water was heated to body temperature, and there was a huge boiler in the attic which guaranteed a steady supply. Stinging needles massaged Charlene's body as she stepped into the shower, hurting as they hit her nipples. She gasped as she turned around and around.

"Lighten it up, Lonnie! Jesus!"

The boy adjusted the water until the drops became bigger and hit with less force. Charlene sighed again as she took soap out of the nearest wail dish and brushed her streaming hair out of her eyes.

"Come here, kids. Come here to me."

Lonnie cast a suspicious eye at his mother, but he was only a second later than Howie in obeying. He stiffened as his mother picked up his soft cock, but Charlene was only interested in washing him. She worked his foreskin back and rubbed the soap up and down his cockshaft, then all over his crotch, pulling him out of the nearest spray of water so the suds wouldn't run down his legs.

"Jeez, Ma! I can wash myself!"

"Shut up, Lonnie. You were six years old before you took a bath by yourself, and then I had to keep an eye on you to make sure you washed your cock and behind your ears. Stop smirking, Howie. You were eight before I stopped giving you baths!"

"Only because you wouldn't let me wash myself, Mom!"

"This from the kid who used to soak his hair under the faucet and wash his face and hands, then come downstairs claiming he was finished?"

"Jeez, I only did that once!"

"Mothers are like elephants, kiddo. We're fat, and we never forget."

She turned her attention to the younger boy and gave him the same careful, loving service. Howie sighed as her hands soaped him from neck to toe, washed his arms and hands-and gasped as she worked her middle finger through his tight asshole.

"Momma!"

"Just being thorough, kiddo!"

Charlene turned back to Lonnie, soon had him washed in the same way, then took the shampoo and vigorously did their heads. She pulled the two boys into her embrace and kissed each in turn. The clean soap smell of their bodies had her cunt tingling. She reached down and grabbed their cocks, massaged them a few strokes, with satisfactory results as they both sprang hard.

"Ma!"

"Momma!"

"Shut up! Howie, get the soap out of the other dish-you take this cake, Lonnie. It's your turn to wash me!"

Working together, the boys gave their mother the same careful attention they had received. Each took a tit and Charlene gasped as their palms touched her burning nipples. Then Lonnie washed her crotch while Howie took care of her ass, working the diminishing cake of soap up and down her ass-crack. She gasped as he repaid her for the finger in the asshole.

"Oh, yeah! Work it through my cunt-slit, Lonnie!"

The original cake of soap was down to a sliver. Lonnie pushed the whole thing into her pussy. To his surprise, Charlene's cunt drew it deeper, until his probing fingers had lost it.

"Jeez, Ma! How am I supposed to get that out of your fucking pussy?"

"With your mouth, if you don't stop acting so sassy, boy. Yeah, your grandmother always did say you deserved to have your mouth washed out with soap!"

"Ma! You wouldn't!"

"Don't tempt me." She turned on the laughing Howie. "Or you either, kiddo. You're as not above a little taming down yourself!"

She could feel the soap working against her cunt-walls. Bending her knees, Charlene worked the muscles of her body until the thing was just visible. Lonnie grabbed it and pulled it out, and it disintegrated in his hand.

"Jeez, if your cunt did that to soap, what's it gonna do to my cock?"

"Make your balls blast, boy!"

Howie laughed again, and Charlene grabbed both boys and embraced them tightly. Then she moved them under the spray to wash off the soap. When they were clean, she nuzzled their necks, breathing deep of their masculine scent. Her cunt tingled again as she pressed their mouths to her nipples.

"Suck my titties, babies!"

Howie was already experienced at servicing his mother that way, but Lonnie was slow to respond. The older boy had to bend to take her nipple into his lips. Charlene massaged their necks, gasping with pleasure.

"Oh yeah! Suck hard!"

Christ, but a feeling! She had always loved having her tits sucked, and Bill was experienced at turning her on in that fashion, but this was the first time she had two males sucking on her at the same time. It was heavenly! It was fucking delightful!

"Oh, suck me, boys! Suck me!"

Lonnie kept at it a moment longer, then let the rubbery nipple fall from his mouth. He groaned as he straightened from the unnatural position. His cock was soft.

"Jeez, Ma, that makes my back ache!"

Howie had also lost his erection. Charlene shut off the flow of the water and turned on the warm air that was another special feature of the shower. While it dried their bodies, she knelt and brought the boys together, then picked up their cocks and sucked the two cock-heads into her mouth.

"Ma!"

"Momma!"

One hand on each boy, Charlene sucked their pricks farther into her mouth. Lonnie distorted her lips on his side, his cock almost twice as thick as his brother's. She tongued their piss holes and laved their cock-heads.

"Jeez!" they said together.

Unable to laugh with the two tasty pricks in her mouth, Charlene played with their balls. Lonnie's sagged halfway to his knees when she pulled on the sac, stretching it as far as she could. His cock-hair was heavier, although it was almost invisible against his pale untanned crotch. As the warm air dried it, Howie's red cock-hair curled into tight little springs.

"Come on, Ma!" Lonnie said, embarrassed. "Jeez!"

"Yeah, Mom!" Howie echoed. "This isn't cool!"

Charlene had an answer but she wasn't going to surrender their delicious pricks to give it voice. She continued to suck, and now the boys responded. Their cocks began to stand out, lifting and swelling, growing harder and harder.

Soon Lonnie's hard-on pulled her off balance, starting as it did from a point six inches higher than Howie's. She was forced to turn her head almost sideways and come back until the throbbing cock-heads were just barely in her teeth.

Shit! She cursed silently as she was forced to give up and Lonnie's cock jumped almost against his belly when it popped free. But she still had Howie, and she dove all the way down on it before the boy could back away.

"Momma! Oh, yeah, suck me!"

Lonnie jealously fingered his prick as he watched his mother suck Howie all the way into her throat. Her hands clutched at the youngster's ass and she twisted her head back and forth, enjoying the feeling as his cock-head slid back and forth. Her cheeks hollowed with her sucking pressure, and the boy gasped again and again.

"Oh, yes, Momma! Momma!"

Howie's tensed legs twitched repeatedly and his ass made fucking motions against his mother's face-and Charlene pulled off, leaving his prick jumping in the air. Before the disappointed boy could protest, she turned back to Lonnie and dove down on him the same way.

"Oh, Mat Yeah! Yeah, that's so nice!"

Jesus, she had it all even if he was thicker and longer than Howie! Smirking at his brother, Lonnie put his hands on his mother's head and held her lightly. Because of the difference in their height, Charlene had to rise almost off her knees to take all of Lonnie, and she had trouble breathing when his cock-head slammed into her throat. She moaned, and settled down again, forcing his prick to bend down until the boy bent his knees and leaned over her head.

"Oh, suck me, Ma! Suck me!"

It was Howie's turn to stare enviously as his mother sucked his brother's throbbing hard cock. The younger boy held his prick, worked the foreskin back over his swollen cock-head a time or two, then rubbed his thumb over his piss-hole. His balls were aching, already overworked by his earlier thrice-draining but trying to meet the demands of his lust yet one more time.

"Ah ah ah Ma! Suck me, Ma!"

Lonnie's prick was pulled down at an unnatural angle as Charlene settled lower, almost against her ass. The skin of his groin was stretched, and the root of his cock-shaft ached from the strain. He moaned continuously as Charlene worked on him, sucking.

"Ah Ma! Ma! Cuh-cumming! I'm cumming!"

Although he had blasted twice in quick succession no more than thirty minutes ago, Lonnie's balls were already at the boiling stage. Charlene felt his cock spasm between her lips as she started to take it into her throat. She held up with half of it between her lips, closing her eyes until the first bullet of cum exploded from his pisshole and slammed against the back of her mouth.

"Cumming, Ma! Jesus! Jesus!"

Lonnie's cock spasmed again, the bullet of cum pulsing through his urethra-it was hard when it passed quickly across Charlene's lower lip. The explosive power behind it was still strong when her glottis closed in reflex.

"Oh, Ma! Oh, sweet Jesus! Oh!"

The third pulsation came more slowly, the cum popping out to join the earlier spending in his mother's mouth-the fourth followed. Charlene held herself in position, waiting for another spasm, but Lonnie was done.

"That's all, Ma. There isn't any more."

She pulled back then, let his cock plop out and fall heavily against his legs as Lonnie straightened and eased the kinks out of his knees. Charlene stared at the delicious cock that had just given her just a marvelous taste treat while she rolled his load of cum around in her mouth. The cum she had licked off his body had already started to cool in the few seconds it was exposed to the air, but-this was still warm with his body heat.

It was also diluting with her saliva. She shaped her tongue into a tube and let it trickle down her throat, sighing when it was gone. God! She licked her lips, like a kitten finished with a dish of cream.

"Oh, God, you taste good!"

Lonnie managed an embarrassed laugh, glancing at his brother. Howie grinned back at him. The boys had instinctively moved apart when she released their pricks, but they were still close enough for their mother to reach out and grab their pricks again.

Charlene did just that and the boys jumped, Lonnie winced as she closed her fingers about his cock.

"Jeez, haven't you had enough, Ma?"

"Baby, I don't think I'll ever have enough of my boys' beautiful cocks. Not ever."

"You'll wear it out!" Howie said.

"Now that's one thing I never heard of," Charlene said, laughing. "Wearing out a man's cock! Or a boy's. Overwork them a little, maybe, but that's the nice thing about cocks- give the guy it's attached to a chance to rest up, and it comes back just as strong as ever!"

"Maybe so," her younger son said, "but rest is what mine needs right now. Jeez, just touching it the way you do makes it hurt!"

"How about you, big boy?" she asked, looking at the older boy. "Are you too pooped to pop again, too?"

Lonnie shrugged. "I guess I could go again, at least once more. But can't we have supper first? Jeez, my backbone feels like it's touching my belly button."

Howie eyed his big brother with a certain amount of wary respect. Jesus, Ma and Ginger had drained his balls three times, taking an hour or more to do it, and he felt like he was ready for bed. How the hell did Lonnie do it?

"Supper." Charlene grabbed Lonnie's hand and pulled herself onto her feet. "That sounds good. I'm hungry enough myself to eat a horse. And then we can all go to bed and settle down for some real old-fashioned fucking!"

"Jeez, Momma!"

"Yeah, Ma, that sounds okay by me."

"Okay, let's finish up in here."

The warm air had dried their bodies, but Charlene used towels to finish off the boys' hair, and then her own. Ordinarily she would have settled with the hairdryer to finish the job, but she had a feeling that neatness wasn't going to count for much tonight. She had the boys kneel in front of her while she combed them and brushed them, combed out her own, then grabbed the boys by the cocks and pulled them downstairs to the kitchen.

"Momma!"

"Jee-z, Ma! Have a heart!"

"I'd rather have a cock!" she said, squeezing their pricks. "And I do! I have two of the sweetest, most beautiful cocks I've ever seen!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

All three were hungry. Charlene decided to make hamburgers: three for Lonnie and two for Howie and herself; and a bowl of potato salad was seriously depleted while the watermelon disappeared. Lonnie took his dishes to the sink and nearly dropped them in amazement as he looked through the window.

"Jesus, Ma! Ginger's coming, and she's naked!"

"So what?" Charlene said. "So are we!"

"Ma! You aren't gonna let Ginger see us like this?"

"You'll be the only surprise. And a nice surprise it'll be, when she sees you hard like that!"

Lonnie's cock had sprung into full erection at the sight of the naked girl. His ears flamed with embarrassment, and he looked toward the kitchen door. But if he had ideas of escaping, Charlene stopped them as Ginger knocked.

"Let her in, Lonnie!"

"Like this?" he said again.

"Exactly like that."

Charlene swallowed a grin as the miserable boy went onto the porch, leaving the inner door open. He cracked the outer door and tried to hide behind it.

"Uh; hi, Ginger. What do you want?"

"I want to come in, Lonnie. I want to see your Mom."

The boy pulled the door open and Ginger's eyes widened as she saw his cock. The blasted thing was glued against his belly, his balls drawn up tight and ready for action.

"Uh, come in. Ma's in the kitchen."

"Well!" Ginger stopped one pace inside the porch, her eyes glued to Lonnie's prick. Her tongue came out unconsciously and she licked her lips. "Have you guys decided to become nudists, too?"

Lonnie's flush ran all the way down to his white ass as he mumbled something and shut the door quickly, as though afraid someone else was out there. Then he rushed back into the kitchen and dropped into his chair, which he pushed under the table as though to hide his crotch. Howie and Charlene were grinning widely as Ginger followed him.

"What is it, honey?" she asked.

"Dad called. He and Mom are gonna have to stay in town overnight on business. They're worried about leaving me alone, so I told them I'd sleep over with Alice Jackson."

The Jacksons lived on the far side of the island with a raft of kids, including three of their own and eight or a dozen foster children. Alice was their oldest. Every chance she got she came across the island to play with Ginger, but most of the time she was expected to oversee the brood.

"I called Alice and asked her to cover for me. Dad and Mom never talk to her mother and father-Mom thinks it's outrageous to take in so many kids, so they'll never know the difference."

"What are you going to do?" asked Charlene.

"Well, I kinda thought maybe I could sleep here with you. That is, if you don't mind."

Ginger looked at Howie, whose grin was about to split his face in half, and then at the thunderstruck Lonnie.

"I mean, I know I should have asked you first, but you don't mind, do you?"

"It's great by me!" Howie said.

"We don't mind a bit," Charlene said. "You're more than welcome, Ginger. Isn't she, Lonnie?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure, whatever you say."

"However, we did have special plans for tonight, Ginger. We're going to sleep together. The bed's plenty big enough for one more-Hell, it'll sleep the whole Jackson clan. So if you do sleep over, it'll have to be with us!"

"Gee, I don't mind a bit, Mrs. Lewis! That sounds like it'll be a ball."

"Oh, I expect there'll be at least four balls in action, Ginger," Charlene said, grinning again. "I don't know that there'll be that much sleeping, though."

"Jeez, Ma!"

"Shut up, Lonnie. Have you had supper, Ginger?"

"Oh, yeah, I ate before I came over. I already had supper in the oven when Dad called."

"In that case there's nothing to stop us from going on up once we clear away the dishes."

"Yeah." Ginger cracked a phony yawn. "come to think of it, I am ready to hit the sack."

Charlene pushed back her chair and stood.

"Come on, kids, let's clean up this mess. The sooner done, the sooner fun."

There wasn't much to do except to scrape the rest of the dishes and stack them in the washer. There were only two tablespoons of potato salad left and Ginger and Howie finished that off with their fingers, then licked each other clean. The younger boy's cock had been steel-hard since Ginger came in, but Lonnie's had softened.

Because it was so hot, Charlene sent Lonnie to bring the big circulating fan out of the living room, to join the one already in the bedroom, and they all trooped upstairs together. Howie and Ginger were in the lead, holding hands, Lonnie licked his lips as he stared at the girl's undulating ass. His cock was standing hard again, and he flinched when his mother put her hand on his ass.

This was Ginger's first time upstairs in the Lewis house. She stopped in awe when they reached the door of the huge master bedroom, which was furnished with a cannonball bed. Twin walk-in closets were against the other wall.

But it was the huge bed that stopped the girl in her tracks. It was so large that it diminished the large room. It was canopied with white muslin, and in the center of the canopy was suspended a seven-foot mirror.

"Like, wow!" Ginger said.

"Oh, it isn't so much," Charlene said, lightly.

"Just a place to throw the bones and fuck." While Lonnie set up the extra fan and turned it on, his brother doing the same with the one already there, Charlene and Ginger rolled down the white spread and folded it away, then did the same with the quilt. There were white satin sheets and four queen-size pillows. The girl stroked the sheet lovingly as it joined the quilt and spread in the blanket chest, and sighed.

"Oh, loverly! I always wanted satin sheets!"

"They're slippery," Charlene said, climbing into the middle of the bed. "But you'll get used to them."

At her direction, Ginger came up beside her, giggling when she stretched out and saw her image in the mirror. The boys hung back a minute, Lonnie reluctant and Howie feasting his eyes on the two cunts that were waiting, one young and cherry and the other mature and experienced in fucking.

"Come on, you two!" their mother said. "Get up here!"

Two hard young cocks obeyed, the boys skating across the satin sheet on their knees to take up position between the legs of the females-Lonnie in front of his mother and Howie with Ginger.

"What are we gonna do first, Mom?" the younger boy asked, eagerly.

"Fuck, of course!" his mother said.

"Ginger's cherry, Mom!"

"I want you to pop it for me, Howie," the girl said, before Lonnie could register his surprise. "I want to do everything your mother does-I'm gonna fuck you both and suck you both!"

"Yeah," Howie said. "But I might be able to cum only once. Remember, you already drained my balls three tithes!"

"We're just getting warmed up, kiddo," his mother said. "If there's cum in your balls we'll get it out of you, if we have to cut ‘em off and open them up!"

"Mom!"

Ginger laughed. "That sounds like fun, but if we do that he won't ever be able to cum again!"

"Yeah, you're right." Charlene shrugged. "So okay, kiddo, we'll let you keep your balls. But you're gonna give the performance of your life tonight, so you best be up and ready for it!"

Lonnie had been listening to the conversation with amazement. Jesus, what the fuck had they been doing up there on the knoll, this afternoon? He always knew his mother was horny most of the time, he had listened outside his parents bedroom door; usually while Pat swung on his cock. Once their fucking session had gone on so long he had popped three loads into his sister's mouth. And damn near every morning they were at it again while he went to the bathroom for his morning pee. His mother must be a fucking nympho!

And Charlene was ready for fucking now. Her cunt had been juicing as she stared at the two naked boys, and now she held out her arms to Lonnie.

"Come on, boy! This time we'll try the missionary position-what your old man calls good, plain old-fashioned fucking!"

Lonnie was ready. The boy worked up a mouthful of saliva and spat into his hand, which he rubbed over the dry head of his cock. Then he lowered himself over his mother as Charlene spread her knees.

"Yeah, baby! Fuck Mama!"

The teenager held himself on stiff arms as she raised her ass a few inches-and her foot slipped on the slippery satin, and collapsed.

"Shit! Shit fuck!"

Charlene tried again, this time wrapped her feet around Lonnie's legs. Her weight made his toes slip down and his prick missed her cunt by several inches. The boy grunted, still supporting himself on arms stiff and palms flat against the bed, and inched forward until his cock-head banged against his mother's hungry cunt.

"Fuck! Goddamn it! Stick it in!"

His cock had slipped beneath Charlene's ass. Lonnie drew back and tried again, with the same futile results. The satin was too slippery to let him raise his prick to the proper entrance position.

"Christ, Ma! My feet keep slipping!"

"Lie on me, Lonnie! I'm not gonna break!" He did as she asked, lowering himself gently, until his mother wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down onto her body. She grunted as she took his weight onto her tits, which flattened out, and pulled her feet up until her heels slipped across the backs of his knees.

"Ma! Jesus!"

"Shut up and stick it in me! Damn it, boy, do it!"

Lonnie tried again, and this time he was able to pick himself up far enough to thrust his cock into the bottom of her cunt-slit. A twist of his ass seated his cock-head in her cunt-he gathered his breath and thrust again, and slid halfway in.

"Yeah! Yes! Oh, Jesus, shove it in me! Shove your big cock all the way in me!"

Still moving cautiously, the boy pulled back an inch and thrust again. This time he buried five inches of his hard cock in his mother's cunt. The sensation was different from what he had experienced this afternoon. He felt, as though he were shoving his prick into a bottomless shaft, his cock-head pulsing as Charlene's pussy milked his meat.

"Oh, Ma! Oh, Christ, that feels good!"

"That?" Charlene milked him again, and Lonnie collapsed, burying himself completely. "Yeah, that does feel good!"

"Yeah! Oh, God! Ma!"

"Fuck me, Lonnie! Fuck me hard!"

"I'm gonna! I'm gonna fuck you! Fuck you!"

He pulled back a bit, not more than two inches of his cock sliding out, and thrust again. Grunting with his mother, he withdrew farther and fell back into Charlene's clutching cunt.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Ride me!"

"Yeah Ma! Oh, yeah!"

A few more strokes and Lonnie was pulling all the way back, until the ring of his cock-head locked against Charlene's cunt-muscles. The boy grimaced, hurting when she forced his cockhead to swell with his heated blood. He shoved again, their bellies slapping noisily.

"Oh, yes!" screamed Charlene. "Sweet fucking, oh fucking Jesus, yes! Fuck me!"

"Fucking you! I'm fucking you, Ma!"

"Harder! Harder! Harder!"

"Fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm fuckin' my Ma!"

Charlene's nails raked Lonnie's shoulders as the boy fucked in and out of her cunt, the force of each blow sliding her up on the satin sheets. After a dozen strokes, her head hit the nearest pillow it bunched around her, trapped against the headboard, the bed quivering with the force of the boy's fucking.

"Oh, Jesus! Jesus! Sweet fuckin' Jesus! I'm fucking my Ma! My Ma!"

"Baby! Oh, sweet baby! Shove your cock in me, baby! Shove your sweet big cock in me!"

"Do you feel it, Ma? Do you feel how hard it is?"

"Oh, yes, baby! I feel it! Big cock! Hard cock!"

"My cock, Ma! My cock is in your cunt!"

"My baby's cock! My baby's big cock! Oh, fuck me, baby!"

The younger children stared entranced at the wild fucking, Ginger craning her head to look around as Lonnie's pounding cock shoved, Charlene's ass up on the bed. Howie knelt between the girl's legs, watching his brother's ass rise so far that it picked his mother's ass completely off the bed. He could see the older boy's cock shining with the woman's pussy-juices in the brief instant before it disappeared again, buried in her cunt.

"Fuck! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"

"Yeah, Ma! Yeah, Ma! Fuckin' you!"

"Howie! Fuck me now!"

Ginger lunged up from the bed and grabbed Howie's burning prick, tried to pull it down against her pussy. The boy yelped at the pain that flashed across his groin and fell on her. For a moment his hot prick pressed between their bellies while her aching nipples ground against his chest. Then, two young minds thinking together, they kissed hard.

"Oh, yeah!" the boy moaned, twisting his ass against the girl. "Oh, sweet fuck! You want it?"

"Yes! Shove it in me like Lonnie's shoving his in your mother. Hurry!"

"It's comin'! Get ready!"

Howie raised himself off the girl and held himself up on one arm while he brought the head of his cock against Ginger's pulsing cunt. He could feel the beat rising from her cunt against his hand, smelled the stink of a female in full lust. He managed to work his cock-head between the outer cunt-lips and got a firm seat against the inner pair, but could go no farther when he tried to push it in.

"Do it!" the girl moaned. "Stick it in me!"

"You're too dry!" the boy complained. "Jesus! I gotta get some Vaseline or something!"

Howie rolled to the edge of the bed and staggered to his feet, lunged still staggering toward his mother's dressing table. The top was cluttered with jars and lotions and he pawed frantically through them until he found the familiar plastic container of petroleum jelly. He scooped out a generous glop, and rubbed his cock.

"Hurry, Howie!" Ginger cried. "Oh, God, please hurry!"

"I'm coming!"

The boy ran back to the bed. Lonnie was still fucking his cock into his mother, set for a long ride now that his balls had been so thoroughly milked.

Howie scrambled across the bed on one arm and his other elbow, not wanting to get the Vaseline from his fingers on the sheet. The moaning girl had her feet drawn up flat and was tearing at her cunt with both hands.

"Jesus, do it! Stick it in me!"

She held herself in that position, her ass raised, as Howie resumed his place between her legs. The boy wiped his greasy fingers on Ginger's cunt, working them inside to coat her outer cunt-walls, and then settled with his cockhead in the proper place. This time it broke through easily.

"Aiiiiieee Jesus! Jesus Christ!"

She screamed as he broke through her cherry and tried to twist away, moaning: "It hurts! Jesus, it hurts!"

"Oh, baby!" the boy sobbed. "God, I'm sorry, Ginger! I'm sorry!"

But his prick was in her now, and even as she cried with her his ass came back and slammed home. The first few fuck-strokes were awkward as Ginger rolled from side to side. Then she settled back with the tears trickling from her eyes, and he found the rhythm.

"Oh! Oh, Jesus!"

"Yeah! Yeah, Ginger! It's good! It's tight! "

"Yes! Oh, yes! God, I feel like you're shoving a red hot poker in me! But I like it! I like it!"

"Hot cunt! Hot cunt for my cock! Yeah, tighten down! Squeeze it! Squeeze it hard!"

"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, yes, fuck me!"

"I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you!"

Ginger's body responded to the wild plunging of the boy, finding the sweet rhythm now that the first pain of losing her cherry was forgotten. Bright spots of blood spotted the sheets, flying as far as her knees as Howie fucked his prick in and out. The fury of their fucking had turned them sideways, pushed Ginger's head almost to the edge of the bed.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! I'm gonna cum, Ginger!"

"Christ, Ma!" Lonnie shouted. "I'm gonna blast!"

"Yes!" cried girl and woman, together. "Oh, yes! Oh, sweet fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Cumming!"

"Cumming!"

The boys bad settled into the same fucking rhythm, pulling back and slamming in at the same time. Now they shouted together and slammed home one final thrust while their balls erupted with their fourth loads of the day.

"Cumming!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Hot cum ran into the two pussies, giving Charlene a delicious feeling of fulfillment. Ginger felt the first wash of male cum into her cunt as Howie's prick pulsed again. The girl shivered with excitement as she clung to his arms.

"Oh, jeez!" Howie let out his breath in a long sigh. "Oh, cripes! That was great, Ginger!"

"Yeah!" she said, happily. "Oh, God, yeah!"

"Was your first fuck all you expected it to be?" asked Charlene. The teenager's head bobbed rapidly.

"Every fucking bit!"

The boys rolled off and they moved around until they were once again in the center of the bed. Ginger made a face as she saw the spots of her cherry blood.

"Oh, cripes! Will it come out?"

Charlene examined the spots, touched one with her finger. It was so light it hadn't had a chance to settle into the threads of the fabric.

"Get me a wash cloth, Lonnie. Dampen it with cold water."

He grumbled as he rolled off the bed and went out to the bathroom, returned a moment later with the cloth. Charlene carefully dabbed at the blood, using a corner of the rag, nodding when it all came out.

"No problem. How's your cunt?"

"Sore," the girl said, examining herself. "But it's a good sore. I mean, it hurts but I wish Howie's cock was back in me, still fucking!"

Ginger's crotch glistened with Vaseline, as did Howie's prick and cock-hair. The boy had pulled down a pillow, curled up with one hand under it and his cock and balls pushed up by his thighs. Ginger reached over and grabbed him, and the youngster jerked back in protest.

"Jeez, take it easy!"

"But I want you to fuck me again!"

"Later! Right now I wanta catch some z's." Even as his voice drifted to a mumble his eyes closed; his breathing softened as he drifted into sleep. Ginger turned to Lonnie, in frustration.

"Damn! You'll fuck me, won't you, Lonnie?"

"Sure, in half an hour or so."

The girl looked at Charlene. "See what I mean about the weaker sex?"

Charlene laughed. "I know what you mean, honey. Come here, I'm still hot to trot."

Lonnie watched in amazement as Ginger climbed on top of his mother and stretched out, their tits rubbing-after a few seconds one of Ginger's tits slid into the gap between Charlene's and she settled to give the woman a deep kiss. Her pussy rubbed on Charlene's belly.

"Ummmmm! I wish my Mom wasn't a square," Ginger said, breaking the kiss. "I wish you were my Mom."

"What about your Dad? Is he a square, too?"

"I guess so, at least when it comes to a fuck. Jeez, I get all turned on when I see his prick. I'd love to have him shove it in me and fuck my brains out!"

"How big is his cock?"

"About as long as Howie's, but it's even thicker than Lonnie's. At least, it is soft-I've never seen him with a hard-on. As much as I dream about him shoving it to me, I'm afraid he'd really tear me up if he did fuck me."

"You'd be surprised what you can take," said Charlene. "A woman's cunt is just like a rubber band, it'll adjust to just about anything. And Howie's six inches feel just as nice as his father's ten inches."

"Yeah?" Her face lit up-then fell. "But I don't suppose I'll ever have the chance to find out."

"Don't give up hope, honey. Stranger things have happened. If anybody had told me yesterday that by today I'd have fucked both of my sons, I'd have thought them crazy. And feeling your pussy rub my belly is making me horny all over again. Since the boys have pooped out on us, how about sliding down between my legs and sucking my cunt?"

"Sure. I like sucking your cunt almost as much as I like sucking cocks. Maybe. better, ‘cause nobody ever made me feel the way you did this afternoon!"

Charlene laughed again and drew the girl down for another deep kiss, rousing Lonnie's jealousy. Lying on his side, he absent-mindedly rubbed his foreskin over the head of his cock as Ginger scooted down between his mother's legs.

"Jesus, are you really gonna suck Ma's cunt?"

"Sure. You want to suck mine?"

"Fuck, no!" He made a face. "That's disgusting!"

"You don't know what you're missing-ask Howie, if he ever wakes up."

There was little danger of that, at least for a while; the boy had rolled onto his back and soft snores were issuing from his mouth. Ginger sneered at him as Charlene raised her ass and shoved a pillow beneath it, opening her crotch wide to the girl's eager mouth.

"Oh, yeah, Ginger! Suck me!"

Kneeling with her ass back against her heels, Ginger slid her hands under Charlene's asscheeks and dove into her still-juicy cunt. Her ass wiggled wildly as the youngster stabbed her tongue deep on the first stroke, then shaped it into a spoon that raked pussy-liquor back into her mouth. Howie turned over in his sleep, and his arm flopped across his mother. She pushed it away as she gasped out her lust to the girl.

"Oh, yes, Ginger! Oh, God, that's good! Good!"

"Mmmmm!" Ginger raised her pussy-wet face, her eyes shining with pleasure. "You taste good! I could just eat you all up!"

"Suck, girl! Suck!"

She needed no further command. Ginger buried her face in the sopping cunt again, chewed on the woman's cunt for a moment, then sucked with all of her strength. Moaning, Charlene's ass twitched from side to side, one ass-cheek rising for a moment and then the other. She started to raise her legs over Ginger's head, intending to wrap them tight about the girl, then gasped and bucked against the bed as the teenager captured her clit and sucked it as though it were a cock.

"Jesus sweet sucking Christ! Suck me, girl!"

Lonnie watched the performance with amazement, still rubbing his prick. It was bard again, jumped in his hand each time Ginger buried her face deeper in his mother's pussy. His eyes were riveted on the young girl's ass. Her cunt was hidden between her legs, but her asshole kept flexing open and shut.

Jesus! Lonnie swallowed as lust stabbed through his balls. A moment ago he thought he needed to rest, but watching Ginger perform on his mother had turned him on all over again. He just had to bury his cock in that sweet young ass!

"Oh, fuck!" Charlene moaned. "Oh, suck me, Ginger!"

"Yeah!" The girl tore her face out of the sopping cunt long enough to glance up-she licked some of Charlene's cunt-juice from her lips. "I'm eating you, Charlene! You taste good!"

With that, she dove.back into the welcoming cunt and twisted her face from side to side, driving her tongue along first one cunt-wall and then the other. Charlene humped against her.

"Oh, God! God! Oh, merciful fucking Christ!"

"Uh! UhI Ummmm!"

Lonnie's hand flashed up and down on his prick as he stared at the girl and the woman, until he realized what he was doing. He snatched it away just as the first tingling sensation warned him he was ready to explode again. Jesus, he wasn't going to waste a fucking cum-load on his fingers! No fucking way!

His cock continued to pulse and he gritted his teeth, turning on his back and closing his eyes while he willed his balls to draw back his cum. Charlene had done the same thing by cutting off the circulation in Howie's cock-the pain of her tight grip had done the job for the younger boy. But Lonnie was afraid to touch himself.

He stopped breathing until his lungs began to ache, then let the stale air hiss out between his teeth and carefully drew in fresh oxygen. His prick still burned in full erection but the signal had faded. He opened his eyes and looked down, and sighed in relief.

But Jesus, he had to have some of Ginger's pussy! The boy rolled onto his stomach and got upon all fours, then worked his way down and behind the girl. Her ass stuck up, Charlene's knees at her ribcage. Lonnie settled back on to his heels and slipped his hand between her legs.

"Oh!" Gasping, she raised her head and looked around, and Charlene moaned in protest. "Oh, Lonnie! What are you doing?"

"This," he said, working his middle finger into her cunt. "For starters."

"Oh! Yeah, that feels nice. Nice!"

A second finger joined the first and then a third-and the girl sighed as she tightened down on him. Her cunt-juice puddled in the palm of his hand as he worked it from side to side.

"Want my cock there instead?"

"Christ, yes! Fuck me, Lonnie!"

"Will you brats shut up and get back to work?"

Charlene raised her head and glared at them, between pants of breath. Ginger tightened down again on Lonnie's hand, then buried her face in the woman's pussy while he drew out his fingers. He worked forward on his knees until his prick banged against the crack of her ass. It slid up her ass-he caught it and worked it down through her cunt-slit.

Ginger shivered at the contract but did not look around again, even when he pumped against her a time or two. But Lonnie was only teasing-his target was her cunt, which was still greasy from Howie's Vaseline aided fucking. He worked his hard prick down farther and pushed it between her legs.

The girl's burning fuck-fever made him suck in his breath. He pumped another few strokes, fucking her legs, then worked his hands under her body, and pulled her back and up. Ginger wrapped her hands around Charlene's legs to keep her position against the hungry cunt she was sucking.

Her cunt was now open to his attack. Lonnie ran his hand through her legs again, cupping her cunt and squeezing it until the girl gasped. Air exploding from her mouth and nostrils made bubbles in the frothing pussy-juice she was drinking.

The boy sighed with pleasure and with anticipation. He settled back for a minute, his throbbing erection tight against her corded belly. He rubbed it with the hand that was greasy from handling Ginger's cunt, then cupped his aching balls, gently. Ginger looked around.

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Fuck me!"

Lonnie grinned, loving to hear her beg for his cock. "You really want it?"

"Bastard! You know I do! Fuck me, Lonnie! Or I'll make you sorry you were ever born!"

"Okay, baby-hold on to Ma's pussy! I'm comin' in!"

Grabbing her hips again, he pulled her back up a few inches as he leaned forward and pushed his prick against her swollen pussy-mound.

Lonnie had to let go of one hip to maneuver his cock until it slipped inside and he gasped as she tightened down about his cock-head.

"Jesus! You trying to tear it fuckin' off?"

"Shove it in me, Lonnie! Now!"

Ginger relaxed her muscles and Lonnie pushed his prick in two or three inches, just enough to make sure it wouldn't slip out. He fell forward over her back, his stiff arms finding room between Ginger's ribcage and Charlene's thighs.

Ginger sighed as she felt his hard young cock push through her aching pussy-mound, his cockhead spreading the walls of her cunt. She rested her cheek against Charlene's cunt and closed her eyes.

"Oh, yes! Shove it in me, Lonnie! Oh, God, that feels good! Good!"

Lonnie pushed, gently, and his cock easily entered her cunt, helped by the grease left over from his brother's virginal fucking of the girl and by the clutching, writhing cunt-muscles that were drawing him in. Before he could stop, he had buried his prick all the way in her body.

"Jesus! You got it all!"

"Oh, yes! Oh, that's good! Hard, hot and good!"

Charlene's tits rose and fell as she listened to the youngsters talk sweet fuck-words. Ginger's. shifting cheek rubbed her cunt back and forth and her cunt-juice had completely soaked the girl's face and throat. Still turned on even though the stabbing young tongue had been withdrawn, she caught her nipples and twisted them.

"Fuck!" Lonnie said. "I'm fucking you now, Ginger!"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Lonnie! Fuck me!"

"Jesus Christ, fuck her!" Charlene cried.

The boy withdrew until only the vise-like grip of the girl's cunt caught against the rim of his cock-head, and kept it locked inside. Immediately he reversed himself, drove back into her. His stomach slid back across Ginger's ass, rubbed forward.

"Oh! Oh, God! Oh, good God! It's good!"

Lonnie no longer heard her gasping cries of pleasure, oblivious to anything but the sensations pulsing through his prick. He drove all the way in again, pulled all the way back, then picked up the pace. As the force of their fucking began to rock the bed, Charlene humped her pussy against Ginger's face.

"Suck me, girl! Damn it, suck!"

Transported to heaven, Ginger turned back to Charlene's cunt and fucked her tongue as deep as it would go. Each time Lonnie shoved his throbbing cock all the way into her body she tried to reach farther into his mother's pussy. The boy was pounding against the entrance of her womb now, and her tongue ached with the effort of mouth-fucking the woman.

"Oh, Jesus! Jesus, she's turning me inside out!"

"Yeah!" cried Lonnie. "Jesus, she's tight! And hot! Tight and hot! Fucking hot!"

"Oh, suck me, girl! Yeah, yeah, use your teeth! Eat me! Eat my cunt!"

"Oh, fuck! Hot fuck! Beautiful fuck!"

"Gahhh! Guh-guh-fuck me! Fuck me, Lonnie!"

Charlene's knees slammed together over Ginger's head, forcing the girl's face back down against her pussy. She twined her fingers in the teenager's hair and held her head there, made Ginger twist her face from side to side to snatch a breath. The woman's cum poured out of her cunt with her fuck-juices, puddling and soaking the sheets.

"Oh, shit!" cried the boys' mother. "Oh, sweet shit! Sweet fuck! Sweet suck! Suck!"

"Fuck, Ma! Fuckin'! I'm fuckin' Ginger!"

"Split her open, Lonnie! Break her in half with your beautiful big cock! Make her fucking feel you!"

"Yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, Christ, yeah!"

The bouncing of Charlene's ass had the satin sheet quivering… The vibration reached Howie just as the boy rolled almost onto his belly, still deep in sleep. His cock was still swollen almost to hard-on size although it was soft-he felt the signal against his exposed prick-head and in his balls, and moaned softly, then reached down to fondle himself. A moment later his ass began to twist, and fucked his cock between his belly and the sheet until it sprang hard again.

"Momma?" Eyes still closed, he mouthed her name into the bed. "You want me to fuck you, Momma?"

"Oh, Christ! Yes, baby! Yes!"

Charlene rolled her head toward her youngest son, then let go of Ginger's hair and reached over to grab him. Before Howie realized what was happening she dragged him, still half-a-sleep, up toward her greedy mouth. His hard cock stabbed beneath her pendulous tit and hung up for a moment then it was pushed back between his legs. She yanked him away from the obstruction.

"Momma? What are you doing, Momma?"

"I need your cock, baby! I gotta have it!"

Her moan of pleasure turned into a mumble as she gobbled his cock into her mouth. Howie lay half across her face as she sucked hard- her tongue stabbed across his tender, sensitive cock-head, again and again, then shifted until he straddled her face.

"Momma! Jesus!"

"Fuck her, Howie! Fuck her in the mouth!"

The cry came from Lonnie, who was pounding his way toward another spilling of his boiling cum. Ginger returned to sucking hard on Charlene's cunt now that the pressure had been taken off her ears. The younger boy looked over his shoulder and blinked as he finally woke up all the way, staring in amazement. Then his mother's nails dug into his hips as she tried to start him fucking.

"Jesus, shove it to her!" cried Lonnie. "Fuck her!"

Howie gasped as his mother's sucking damn near pulled his cock out. The boy jerked back in reflex-and stabbed his cock back into Charlene's throat. Then he arched his back and threw back his head as he began to fuck her for real.

"Oh, jeez! Jesus! I'm fucking Momma, Lonnie!"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm fucking Ginger!"

The girl and the woman would have had something to say but their mouths were full. Ginger swallowed again and again, sucking out Charlene's pussy-juice. Lonnie's fingers were extended from where he held her hips and he could feel the growing bulge as he threw himself into her again and again.

"Oh, Jesus! I'm cumming again! Howie, I'm cumming!"

"Yeah, Lonnie! Momma's making me cum! Cumming!"

The boys asses flashed back, thrust in, at the same time: one in Ginger's cunt and the other in Charlene's mouth. Girl and woman brought pressure on the throbbing young pricks as the brothers screamed again.

"Cumming!"

CHAPTER NINE

Lonnie's last, erupting thrust slammed into Ginger and pushed the girl out of Charlene's cunt. She slid over the top of the woman, stopped at last when the top of her head banged into Howie's legs. Caught by surprise, the boy sat back on her.

"Oh, Jesus!"

"What the fuck?"

"What the hell's going on?"

"Get the fuck off me, Howie!"

All four spoke at once as Howie's cock popped out of his mother's mouth. The boy jumped up from Ginger and his hard cock banged against his mother's nose. Laughing, Charlene grabbed it and used it as a handle to pull him off her face and down on the bed.

"Sweet Jesus! You're the craziest bunch of kids I ever saw. Or fucked around with!"

"Jeez, Ma!" said Lonnie. "You've done this with other kids?"

"Not since I was a kid myself, kiddo. And nothing like this; But when I think of all the opportunities I've missed in this fucking life… "

She brushed Ginger's hair out of the girl's face. "Life's too goddamn short, honey. You kids grab it while you can. Maybe next year the bombs will start dropping."

Ginger twisted her ass beneath Lonnie. "Get off me, Lonnie. Unless you're ready to fuck me again."

He pumped once; and sighed. "Nope. I need at least ten minutes, Ginger. Jesus, that makes five times I've blown my balls!"

"Five times for me, too," piped in Howie.

"Is that a record, baby?" Charlene asked.

"It is for me!" her youngest son said.

"It's close," Lonnie said. "Once before I shot five loads, but that was starting in the morning and going on until night. Jesus, this has been only about three hours!"

Charlene wondered if any girl, any female, had been the beneficiary of his five-load day. She hated to think Lonnie might have wasted it all on his fingers!

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

"The evening's young yet, it isn't even eight o'clock. We've got four hours to establish a new record, Ginger."

"Not with me!" Howie protested. "Jeez, my cock's already sore!"

"How about you, lover?" Ginger asked, looking, around as Lonnie pulled his prick out of her cunt and stretched out beside his mother.

"Think we can drain you of another five loads?"

"Jesus, I doubt it," he said, cupping his cock. "But I'll give it a try."

Charlene laughed again as Ginger climbed off and reached down to grab Lonnie's prick. She squeezed his cock-shaft in her fingers, working his foreskin down from his cock-head.

"Christ, you're turning me on again, Ma!" She masturbated him a few strokes, digging her stiff fingers into his balls, while the younger kids settled themselves, Howie on Charlene's other side and Ginger on the outside. The girl slipped her arm beneath Howie's shoulders and rolled onto her side, then kissed his nearest nipple.

"Boys taste good!"

"Their cocks or their cum," asked Howie. "All of them! I'd like to lick you all over, from your head down to your toes! I want to give you a real tongue-bath!"

"That's called going Around the World," Charlene said. "You finish by licking around his balls and up and down his cock, and then by taking his cock into your mouth. When I do it to their father, he pops his cum-load in. my mouth before I have a chance to go all the way down on him."

"Ummmmm!" Ginger tongued Howie's nipple and licked around the nickle-size areola, then ran her tongue up to the boy's collarbone. "That sounds like fun. And you do taste good! Jesus, I like anything that comes out of a boy's cock!"

"Yeah?" Howie asked, mischievously. "Even piss?"

"I don't know, I never had a boy pee in my mouth." She considered the thought, then lifted her head to look at Charlene. "Have you?"

"I haven't, no. But it might be fun to try it. At least once."

"Ma!"

"Mom!"

Charlene grabbed the protesting boys and pulled them to her for a squeezing hug that yanked Howie away from Ginger. The woman kissed each youngster, then pulled them so close she had both their mouths on hers at the same time. Her tongue came out and battered at Lonnie's teeth, then switched to probe deep into Howie's mouth while their cocks pushed against her hips.

"Ma!" Lonnie cried, breaking the kiss. "Jesus Christ!"

He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and scowled at his brother. But despite his protest his cock was throbbing hard again.

"What's the matter, kiddo? You ashamed to kiss your mother?"

"I'm not gonna kiss Howie on the mouth! Or any place else!" he added. "I'm no faggot!"

"Neither am I!" the insulted boy protested. "All right, I promise to kiss you separately from now on. But stop changing the subject. I believe we were talking about peeing. Ginger? Are you game?"

"If you are, sure. I'll try anything, once."

"Okay, get up in position, you two. Straddle our faces."

"Ma! You're not really gonna go through with this?"

"As Ginger said, I'll try anything, once. That's how my mother taught me. Of course, she was talking about vegetables, but the same rule applies. Pee can't be any worse than spinach or turnips."

Ginger giggled. "I like spinach and turnips. If it tastes that good I'll drink all of it I can get!"

"Don't do it first thing in the morning. That's when it gets stinky, Ginger. The body uses sleep to get rid of its accumulated wastes. But I saw once on TV where Hindus in India, or some people like that, drink their own pee. They believe it's good for you. And after you drain your bladder the first time, it's just like drinking warm water, so far as the taste goes."

"Jesus!" said Lonnie. "Don't we have anything to say about this?"

"Not a fucking thing! Now get up here and perform!"

"Jeez!" Howie said. "I don't know if I can."

"If you can't', you can't. Ginger can catch you later. But you're gonna try."

Howie could tell by his mother's voice that Charlene was determined to go through with this. Lonnie grumbled, but the brothers got up into position, Howie straddling Ginger's face and Lonnie, Charlene's. As the younger boy started to stick his prick in Ginger's mouth, the girl pushed it aside for a last minute order.

"Go slow, Howie! I don't want you to drown me!"

"Yeah!" Charlene said. "Give us a chance to swallow it, both of you. Piss stains might not come out of these satin sheets."

They guided the two young cocks back to their mouths. Howie's prick was soft and Ginger sucked it between her.lips, but when he tried to shove it farther she held it back, with her teeth resting just below the rim of his cock-head.

Lonnie's cock was too hard to go in his mother's mouth so easily, even when Charlene pulled down on it. He was forced to drop forward, his prick pointing straight down at her. His asshole flexed open as she sucked his cockhead inside and held his cock-shaft in her fingers.

"Jeez!" he said.

"Yeah!" Howie echoed, straining. The boy grunted once, and farted wetly onto Ginger's tits. The girl made a face, but she did not try to push his cock out of her mouth. He strained again, his face in a grimace.

"It's coming, Ginger!"

At the warning she nodded, was ready when the first spurt splashed against the back of her mouth. Howie sent another blast of piss into the teenager's throat, and Ginger swallowed it down. She bobbed her head beneath him while she moved her hands around his flanks.

"Jeez! Do you like it?"

Another bob gave the positive answer. Howie glanced at his brother, and shrugged-then concentrated on letting his piss come.

Remembering what Ginger had said, he tightened his ass to make his flow run slow. He could feel it course against her pressing lips, and the teenager swallowed eagerly.

Lonnie watched his brother's performance from the corner of his eye until Charlene wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock and squeezed.

"Jesus Christ, that hurts!"

His mother screwed up her face until her eyebrows met, the message glittering in her eyes: stop fucking around, boy, and get down to business! Her teeth tightened about his cock before he could yank it free.

"All right, I am! I'm fuckin' trying!"

Howie sighed as the last of his trickling piss was swallowed by Ginger, and Lonnie grunted to make his own piss start. Because of his aching hard-on the first spurt was squeezed down in his, piss-tube-it blasted against Charlene's throat as she was in the act of swallowing, and ran down into her stomach before she had a chance to taste it.

"Ah, Christ!" the boy sighed. "Sweet Christ!"

His bladder spilled its piss into his mother, the yellow stuff gushing out so fast Charlene scarcely bad a chance to swallow before her mouth was full again. She tightened on Lonnie's cock again and he gasped in pain.

"Ow! Ow, you're hurting me!"

Howie had pulled his wet cock-head out of Ginger's lips. The girl looked at Charlene's face.

"Jesus, you're drowning her! Ease up, Lonnie!"

The warning was unnecessary-he had tightened his bladder even as piss bubbled out of the corner of Charlene's mouth and trickled down her cheek. His mother's eyes closed in relief as the gush stopped, and her throat worked to swallow what she had already taken.

"Haven't you had enough, Ma?"

Charlene shook her had, her eyes open again. Lonnie sighed and concentrated on releasing the rest of his piss. The pressure reduced; he was able to measure it out slowly enough to allow her to swallow. By the time he had taken the last, his prick had softened.

"That's all, Ma!"

Lonnie pulled his cock out of her mouth with a sigh. The boys settled back against the girls tits while Charlene savored the flavor of her son's piss. She looked at Ginger.

"How was it, Ginger?"

"Good." She smacked her lips. "I liked it!"

"It was just like drinking warm water, once Lonnie stopped trying to drown me. Maybe Howie tastes better."

"We'll trade, the next time."

"Who the fuck said there's gonna be a next time?" Lonnie cried. "Jesus, don't we have anything to say about where we piss?"

"Didn't you like doing it?" asked the girl. The boy shrugged. "I guess it was okay. But, Jesus, I want to decide what I'm gonna do!"

"You'll do exactly as you're told, young man," Charlene said. "Remember, I'm still your mother. So long as you're living under my roof you'll do what I tell you to do. Everything I tell you to do!"

"I liked it," Howie said. "But I'd rather be standing up. Or squatting, like I do when I have to take a crap in the woods. It was harder, this Way."

"You can stand next times" Charlene said. "Ginger and I will kneel in front of you."

She picked up Lonnie's soft cock and worked his foreskin back down over his cock-head, eyeing his piss-hole where a drop of piss still shone. Her tongue darted out and licked it away, and then she milked him to draw out the last few drops in his piss-tube. Before the boy knew what she had in mind, she wrapped her arms around his ass and sucked him all the way back in.

"Ma! For Christ's fucking sake, now what are you doing?"

"Sucking you, dopey!" Ginger said, giggling. Howie pulled back before she could do the same. The boy held up his hands.

"Uh uh! Gimme a break, Ginger!"

She pouted. "It better be a goddamn short break, Howie! I'm so turned on my cunt feels like it's on fire!"

Lonnie groaned as his mother continued to suck his cock, until it started to stand hard again. He winced at the pressure of her teeth, and she saw the pain reflected in his eyes-she let him pull out and drop beside her on the bed.

"God, my cock hurts!" he said, fingering himself gently. "I think you've had me for tonight, Ma. There's no fucking way I can fuck again!"

"Bullshit!" his mother said. "Shove it in my cunt, Lonnie!"

"I can't!"

"You fucking better! Or I'll give you a pair of lovers balls that'll have you walking bowlegged the rest of the summer!" Then she relented. "Stick it in me, baby. I just want to hold it inside for a while!"

She had his prick in her hand. Lonnie closed his eyes in pain as she guided it into her cunt, pushing against him until he responded. When his prick was buried in her, she squeezed it gently with her pussy-walls.

"Does it still hurt, baby?"

"It aches, ma. But it doesn't really hurt."

"Howie? You get against my back."

"Jeez, Ma! What do you want now? I'm not even hard!"

"Suck him hard, Ginger. I want you to stick your cock in me, too, Howie."

"Huh? In your asshole?"

"No, in my cunt."

"Ma!" Lonnie protested again. "We can't both fuck you at the same time!"

"How do you know? You've never tried. Get him hard, Ginger!"

Charlene looked up in the mirror as the girl went down on Howie's cock, sucking him all the way in. It was several minutes before the exhausted youngster could respond. When Ginger hollowed her cheeks a final time and came off, he-held his. cock the way Lonnie had.

"It's sore, Momma!"

"Roll over and stick it in me, baby. My cunt will make it-feel better."

Charlene watched him obey, raising her leg as Howie brought his cock-head against her cunt. But her cunt was completely blocked by his brother's prick. Lonnie flinched as be felt Howie's touch, and shivered.

"Pull back, Lonnie!" his mother ordered. "Just leave your cock-head inside." As he obeyed, she added, "All right, Howie, work yours inside. Ginger, hold my leg up until they get it right."

The girl obeyed while Charlene concentrated on relaxing her cunt to its widest possible spread. Lonnie shuddered as Howie rubbed his prick again, and closed his eyes. The youngster pushed and broke through.

"I'm in, Momma!"

"Yes! I can feel you! Feel both of you! All right, now both of you get your legs between mine, against each other. Get your cocks together!"

Sighing, Lonnie obeyed, shuddering again as he felt his brother's prick press against his own. Howie's balls were wrapped around the bottom of his cock-shaft. Charlene also sighed.

"Okay, now on the count of three, push into me! One… two… three!"

The boys caught the beat and shoved together on the word three: their pricks slid deep into their mother's clutching cunt until only an inch of Howie's remained outside, two inches of Lonnie's. Charlene shuddered as her cunt muscles clenched tight against them.

"Jesus, that feels good! I can't tell you how fucking good it feels, Ginger!"

"Christ, I don't think I could take them both!" the girl said, her eyes wide with jealousy.

"Maybe not. Probably not. You'll have to grow up some. But it's something worth waiting for!"

Charlene milked the two young pricks again, then forced her aching cunt to relax. "All right, on the count again, start fucking me!"

The boys began to stroke. The first few pushes were awkward, Lonnie's cock-head sliding ahead of Howie's. Then they caught the rhythm and began to fuck more easily. Charlene sighed repeatedly, her asshole flexing against Howie's belly and her hands clenching Lonnie's arms as they fucked her, transported to a plane higher than any fucking she had ever experienced before.

"Oh, fuck!" she gasped, again and again. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, boys! Fuck your Mama!"

"Yeah!" Lonnie gasped.

"Oh, Jeez!" Howie cried.

"We're fucking you!" they shouted together. "We're fucking you!"

Ginger sat straddle-legged, her fingers digging into her throbbing cunt and her eyes burning dry as she stared at the fucking trio. Jesus! Jesus Christ, she wanted some of that! She had to have some of that!

"Oh, fuck!" mother and sons cried together. "Sweet fuck! Sweet fuck! Sweet fucking!"

The pain was gone from the two young cocks as they pounded against their mother's body, filling her from front to back. Their balls still ached, but it was with tension as they worked to spill yet another cum-load into Charlene's throbbing, sucking cunt. And in no more than minutes the four balls erupted together, spilling their sixth load each of the day as Howe and Lonnie's eyes spilled tears of pleasure.

"Cumming! Jesus, cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"

CHAPTER TEN

"That's six, Ginger!" Charlene crowed in triumph.

"Jesus Christ, Ma! You must be a fucking nympho!"

"I don't think so," she said, seriously. "I'm just trying to catch up on two weeks without fucking."

"Yeah, but do you have to do it all in one day?"

Ginger giggled. "If being nympho means you want to fuck all the time, I guess I'm one."

"Well, you've had it from me," Lonnie said, again. He yawned, widely. "Christ, I'm fallin' asleep."

His mother squeezed the two cocks with her cunt.

"You can take a nap," she conceded. "But I'm gonna draw at least one more load out of your balls before midnight!"

"At least two," corrected the girl. "I gotta have them both again, too."

"Two!" Charlene agreed.

But all four welcomed the idea of a nap, even though it was still light outside. Charlene refused to let the boys withdraw their cocks from her cunt. She squeezed them again, milking them gently until both Lonnie and Howie protested, then settled down on the pillow with arms around Lonnie while Ginger curled up against Howie's back.

Bladder pressure woke the youngest boy first. Howie blinked, smelling his mother's sweat in the darkness. He heard the whir of the fans and the soft breathing of the others. Then his hard cock fucked deeper into his mother's cunt.

Ginger's tits pressed against his shoulder blades while the girl bad worked one hand between his belly and Charlene's ass. He could feel her pubic hair pressing into his skin.

His prick jumped again in Charlene's cunt-he had to pee real bad. Howie nudged Ginger with his elbow and the girl uncoiled, turning onto her back with a sigh. He pulled out of his mother and Charlene gasped in protest as she lost the hard young prick.

"What? What's the matter?"

"Jesus!" Lonnie said, wiggling his groin against his mother. "Can't a guy get some fuckin' sleep?"

"I gotta go to the bathroom, Ma," Howie said, sliding down between the two females.

"Oh." Charlene blinked. She shook her head, remembering. "This one is mine, Howie. If you gotta pee."

"Who's gonna pee?" Ginger said. "Lonnie's mine!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

With that protest Lonnie yanked his cock out of his mother's cunt and rolled onto his other side. Charlene shook him by the shoulder.

"Come on, Lonnie! Bathroom time!"

"I don't gotta!"

"Come on! Wake up!"

Charlene shook him again, and at last the protesting youth sat up, still grumbling. The others got off the bed, Howie fumbling to turn on the light. Then they went to the bathroom together, where Charlene knelt in front of Howie while Ginger took the same position in front of Lonnie. Both boys strained, and their piss began to flow.

"Jesus!" Awake at last, Lonnie looked down at Ginger's eager sucking lips while the girl drank his gushing piss. Howie sighed with pleasure as his mother did the same for him. When their bladders were empty, the females settled back on their heels, sighing.

"Howie does taste better," Charlene said.

"Sweeter."

"If you're tryin' to make me jealous, Ma, it ain't gonna work," Lonnie said.

"Lonnie's okay," Ginger said. "But now I gotta pee!"

"Well, don't look at me!" the boy said. "No fuckin' way am I gonna drink your piss!"

Howie made a face. "Me, neither!"

"Party poopers!"

Ginger squatted on the john and emptied her bladder, then gave way to Charlene when she had wiped her cunt. They went back to the bedroom again, sighing as they settled down.

The teenager grabbed both pricks.

"It's my turn, now! I know I can't take you both in my pussy, so you fuck me there, Lonnie. Howie, you stick your cock in my ass!"

"Huh?" Lonnie stared at her. "Are you crazy, girl? You want him to shove his cock in your ass?"

"Sure. He fucked your mother that way this afternoon, and anything Charlene can take, I can take." she added. "Come-on, Howie."

Lonnie shook his head in amazement but at his mother's encouragement he assumed his position in front of the girl and shoved his cockhead into her cunt. Howie made use of the Vaseline again as he greased his prick and Ginger's ass, the girl gasping as he worked in his finger and rubbed it around.

"Oh, Jesus! Jesus!"

The second cry came as Howie's cock replaced his finger. Ginger's nails dug into Lonnie's arms-and then she sighed with relief as the pain slowly diminished, to be replaced by a growing circle of delicious warmth.

"Oh! Oh, yes, that does feel good! Fuck me now, both of you!"

The boys stroked into her, quickly catching the rhythm after their earlier experience with their mother. Their cock-heads rubbed together, separated only by the girl's sensitive lining, and Ginger gasped.

"Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me!"

"Yeah!" Lonnie breathed. "Oh, yeah! Feel my big cock, girl! I'm gonna shove so far up your cunt it comes out your mouth!"

"Oh, fuck!" Howie cried, happily. "I'm fucking Ginger, Momma! I'm fucking her!"

"Jesus! Jesus! It's beautiful! Beautiful!"

The boys thrust together, drew back together-and in no more than minutes their rested balls began to tingle, to work with their young prostates. Even as Ginger begged them to fuck harder they erupted together, spilling boiling cum deep into her.

"Christ fuck!" Lonnie cried. "That's seven!"

"Yeah!" his brother cried. "Let's go for eight, Lonnie!"

"Eight, shit! I'm never gonna stop!"

But their bodies failed them; as their cum stopped spilling, their cocks softened, and the boys fell away from Ginger with long sighs of depletion. They were too tired to protest when the girl and Charlene shifted around, their mother taking up the sixty-nine position against Howie while Ginger did the same in front of Lonnie. The younger boy sighed again as his mother sucked his prick into her mouth for a moment, then let it slip out while she raised her head.

"Suck my cunt, Howie!"

Charlene curled her body around to let the boy nuzzle into her crotch, then sucked his cock back inside. Lonnie moaned with pleasure as Ginger sucked down on his prick, taking him that way for the first time. Then she came off him with the same request:

"Suck my pussy, Lonnie! Please!"

Feeling deliciously warm and sexually fulfilled, the older boy forgot his earlier revulsion at the thought of sucking cunt and settled into position. And soon all four drifted into sleep again.

The next time they woke it was to the shrill ring of the telephone. Bright morning sunlight flooded the bedroom as all four sat up. Then Charlene slid across the bed to answer the imperious instrument.

"H'lo? Oh, Alice. Uh, yeah, Ginger's still here-hold on and I'll get her."

The instrument squawked and Charlene listened. "Okay, I'll give her the message. Sure, no problem. Thanks for calling, Alice."

All three youngsters were wide awake when she hung up and turned around. "That was Alice Jackson, Ginger. Your father called to say he'll be home in forty-five minutes. And he said something about your mother going to Norway."

"Shit! Mom walked out on him. I've been expecting it to happen for the last two years."

"Alice told him you were already on the way home, but you've got time for breakfast. And a fast shower. Jesus, I guess we all need a fast shower!"

"Yeah, I suppose I better." Then Ginger smiled. "You know, I've secretly been wishing Morn would do this. Now I'll have Daddy all to myself. The first thing he'll do when he walks in the front door is take off his clothes and flop into his recliner. That's when I'll make my move."

"Your move?" said Lonnie.

"Yeah. I'll sit on his lap and commiserate with him. But sitting isn't all I'm gonna do. I bet I'll have him hard in five minutes and in my pussy in ten!"

"Jesus!" Lonnie said.

"Cripes!" Howie said. "You mean you're gonna fuck your own father?"

"I sure am!"

"Good for you!" Charlene said. "Go for it, girl! Now come on and let's get that shower, kids. We've got work to do!"

"Uh, Ma?" Lonnie scratched his head. "I gotta pee!"

"You forgot what I said-I won't drink your first pee of the morning. Maybe later. Now, come on!"

Charlene led them to the shower, but when the boys cocks started standing she slapped them down. She did let Ginger wash Howie's back while she did Lonnie's, and took the same service in return, but she wouldn't let them finger their cunts. When Howie insisted on playing grab ass with Ginger, she turned the water onto cold.

"Jeez, Ma!"

All three kids jumped, and hurried through the rest of their shower. Five minutes after that, they started on cold cereal while Charlene fixed eggs, bacon and sausage at the stove. And thirty minutes after the phone call, they kissed Ginger goodbye, and watched the girl's naked ass bob up and down as she ran along the path.

"Jeez!" Howie said, sighing. "Ginger's nice, Mom. I'm glad she stayed with us last night. But you know what? I wish we were home."

Charlene ruffled their wet hair and pulled the boys against her tits-their cocks flopped against her, Howie's between her thigh and his crotch, Lonnie's against her belly. Both pricks seemed larger than they had been yesterday, and she couldn't resist reaching down to stroke them.

They were hard almost instantly. "Let's go back to bed, Ma!" Lonnie said, throatily. "I want to fuck you again!"

"So do I, Momma!" Howie said. "Jeez, if we start now, maybe we can cum ten times today!"

Charlene laughed and squeezed their cocks again. "I've got a better idea kids. Howie's right-I wish I was home, too, with Pat and Tracy. And your Dad. What say we clean up around here and jump in the car?"

Lonnie humped against her. "Jesus, I'd rather fuck you first!"

"You mean you never fucked Pat?"

"Well, not fucked her."

"I fuck Tracy, Mom. Pat only sucks Lonnie's cock."

Lonnie shot his brother a dirty look, and Charlene relented. "All right, you can each throw one fast fuck into me. Then it's home we go."

The boys hurried to clean up the kitchen then grabbed her hands and tugged their mother back upstairs. Both cocks were aching hard, but Lonnie was too horny to go in for any fancy fucking this morning. He pushed his mother down on the bed and buried his prick in her cunt, then fucked her back across the mattress.

"Oh, Christ, Ma! Ma! Oh, fuck!"

"Oh, yes, baby! Yes, Lonnie! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Jesus! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

He thrust again after no more than fifty fast, furious fuck-strokes, and held his prick buried completely within his mother's cunt while his balls blasted his cum-load into her womb. For a moment longer the boy held himself on trembling stiff arms, his ass flexing-then he collapsed and rolled off her. Howie jumped onto the bed and eagerly took his place.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, Momma!"

"Yes, Howie! Oh, God, yes! Shove it to me, baby!"

Even though his cock was more than an inch shorter than Lonnie's, and an inch thinner, Charlene tightened down around him with all the strength of her cunt. His fucking was frenzied, and he lasted another minute or two longer before he thrust deep, held himself while his cum filled her pussy. Then it was his turn to collapse.

"Oh, God, boys! My beautiful fucking babies! I love you! I love you both!"

Charlene let the boys rest for ten minutes, then she sucked their-cocks clean of her pussy-juice and sent into their rooms to get dressed. Ten minutes later they were down at the dock while Lonnie started the outboard motor in their skiff. He took the tiller, headed the small boat away from the island in a sweeping curve that took them past the Buchanan house.

"Ginger's Dad is home," Howie said.

"I hope she has his cock in her cunt," his mother said. "Or at least in her mouth."

"Ginger will get him," her young son said. "But you know what, Mom? As much as I liked fucking Ginger, I loved fucking Tracy!"

"That's because she's your sister. Or maybe it's because she's your twin."

"I don't know why, but my cock is hard again just thinking about sticking it in her."

He spoke the truth-his prick tented his shorts. Both boys had pulled on the simplest garment, not bothering with underwear. It wouldn't take much to strip them for action.

Charlene's hands were sweating with nervousness when they docked on the shore and hurried to their stall. Lonnie opened the door and they were sledge hammered by a blast of week-old hot air. He took the keys and started the car, rolling it out for his mother.

Fifty-five minutes later that Charlene pulled into their own driveway. Bill's car was pulled halfway across the lawn, the front bumper resting against the porch.

"Dad must really have gotten stinking last night," said Howie, admiringly. "He must really be hung over this morning, or he'd have left for work an hour ago."

Charlene said nothing as she led the boys around the car and up the steps, and entered the house. But she slammed the screen door as they went in. Half a minute later the girls stumbled out of their parents bedroom, to the top of the stairs.

"Mom!"

"Ma!"

Jesus, they were naked! And disheveled from fucking! Even in the dim light of the house Charlene could see the sweat and cum streaks on their bellies and thighs.

"There's no need to ask what you two have been up to," she said, grimly. "Might I ask who you were doing it with?"

"Uh, cripes, Ma!" Pat started to stammer and answer, then turned as her father stumbled from the bedroom and stopped behind them. Like his daughters, he was naked, his pubic patch shining with something more than sweat.

"Charlene! Sweet fuckin' Jesus, what are you doing home?"

"I came to see my husband, and my daughters," she said, the corner of her mouth twitching as she fought to hide her smile. "The boys wanted to see their father and their sisters. That's still allowed, isn't it?"

"Jesus! Uh, get dressed, girls!"

"Don't bother. We're coming up!"

Charlene marched up the stairs, the boys at her heels. Howie was grinning widely while Lonnie pretending not to see anything out of the ordinary. The girls and Bill fell back, out of their way, as they stopped on the second floor landing. Bill's cock quivered.

"Jesus, Charlene! I can explain-"

"Don't bother." She did laugh, then. "If you did, we'd have to tell you what we've been doing on the island."

"Charlene!"

Bill gasped as she moved into his arms and planted her mouth on his. The girls stared stupefied as the boys did the same, their hard young cocks pressing against their shorts. But after the first shock of surprise, all three returned the hot, tongue-questing kisses.

"Jesus, Charlene! If only you know how much I missed you!" Bill said, breaking the kiss.

"I can imagine," she said, looking at the girls. "You know how much I love having your cock shoved up my pussy. Did you fuck both of them?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah."

"That's good, because I fucked both Lonnie and Howie. And I don't want any secrets in this family, Bill, because I'm gonna fuck them again. A lot!"

"You mean you don't mind?"

"Not a fucking bit. I expect you to fuck Pat and Tracy-if you can ever find them without the boys cocks in their cunts. Come on, kids! Let's all go back to bed. This family has some serious fucking to do!"

The giggling girls were already stripping the shorts down from their brothers. Charlene gave Bill another tongue-stabbing kiss, and before it ended his hard prick slammed against her tits. Sighing, she stroked him with one hand while she shrugged out of her clothes with the other, then, still holding it, she led him into the bedroom. Pat and Tracy followed-close behind, tugging on their brothers throbbing hot hard-ons.

"Oh, jeez, Howie!" Tracy said, settling beneath him on the bed. "Pop's great, but his cock is too fucking big. Shove it into me!"

"Yeah," Pat agreed, covering Lonnie's face with kisses. "Fuck me, Lonnie!"

"Fuck me, Bill!" their mother cried as her husband slid his huge cock into her pussy. "Fuck me!"

So they did.

Content

Bob Hawkins
Mommy made them

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN