Alberta Graham - The twins and mother

The twins listened to their father's wife as her whimpers of uncontrolled delight continued while she labored with utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted into a half-smile of sheer joy. She was gone now, completely lost, completely conquered by their superior knowledge, by their vindictive fucking!

Wetly sluicing noises rose from their combined loins as Carolyn's secreting cuntal channel received the thirteen year old boys' lustful fucking. Her hungry gyrations were making them mad with desire, and they knew they could not go on much longer. Then of a common accord they each pulled their deeply buried cocks from their stepmother, until only the two tips were still penetrating the flushed and swollen lips. Then they plunged forward with every ounce of strength between them, ramming the adulterous housewife with the full aching lengths of their penises, thrusting them high up into Carolyn's helplessly exposed vagina.

"UuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhhHHH!" Carolyn groaned as they thrust against her, and she heard and felt the wet smack of the twins' excited loins, the one in front of her, the other behind. The lust-hardened cocks rampaged into her receptive pussy like twin jackhammers pushing the unresisting folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves before their smooth rubbery heads.

There were long hard plunging strokes into the golden-haired wife's seething vaginal passage now, and the quivering lubricated walls clasped feverishly around the fleshy forms of the twin cocks as they slithered up moistly to defeat her. Carolyn groaned loudly at the complete filling of her stretched passage as the powerful dual thrusting into her grinding cunt continued. Her head rolled wildly now from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy to the unbelievable delight that was lifting her to the very heavens.

Carolyn realized suddenly that this was it. She was going to… yes, it was going to happen, with such unprecedented force that it was agonizing, it was enormous! The sweet build-up inside her mushroomed, spreading to become an immense and overpowering force.

"Oooooooh! Oh God! Oooh! I-I'm going to cum oh darlings I'm going to cum yes boys, fuck me, fuck me hard, darlings! I'm cummmmmmmingggggggg!" Carolyn pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing at Bennie's tensed driving buttocks, pulling him in a near demented frenzy deeper and deeper within her widespread legs, while Tim pulled against her breasts from behind her, forcing himself upward into the seething pit of her climaxing vagina.

The crazed stepmother's obscenely spread cuntal walls opened into a myriad of seeping cells, inundating the sliding pistons within and making their way easier. She grew wild inside with the orgasmic climax that shook her, and her brain swam in a colorful kaleidoscope of ecstasy as it continued, sparkling fireworks of pleasure within her. And then she felt the twins tense and jerk and her head reeled as two hot and powerful jets of boyish sperm burst, filling her entirely with warm wetness, making her streaming vagina clasp and unclasp desperately, milking at the twin cocks like a sucking starving mouth.

For a long, long moment there was nothing but their breathing filling the room and then the boys fell away from her, releasing their grip upon their father's wife. Stunned by their first true orgasm, they lay limply on the floor beside Carolyn's soft and still trembling nakedness.

Moments later the boys stood up and looked down at the woman their father had married.

"Gee, Mom… you were great!"

"Thanks, Mom! It was the nuts!"

Carolyn blinked as she heard the twins words. The potion was at last wearing off, and the first acute waves of shame and anger engulfed her. She turned her head in time to see two pairs of naked young buttocks disappearing from the room. The door was closed softly behind them. The full memory of all she had done since the odd feeling had come over her earlier in the bathroom rushed over her, and a giant sob wracked her chilled body.

Suddenly the phone was ringing shrilly in the darkened room, and tearfully, hysterically, she was stumbling toward it.

"Hello, Carolyn, my love, this is Don! How are you? And how are the boys?"

"Fine… oh fine… We're all just fine!" Carolyn said, holding back bitter tears of terror.

It was another bright sunshiny day in Northern California, and the boys looked forward to it with their usual enthusiasm. They had made several decisions since the day before, and one of them included modifying the formula for their special sauce. They planned to make it a liquid for one thing, and for another, they wanted it to last for a shorter length of time. That way they could be free to use it almost any time, not just during the times when their father was out of town.

All day long they worked in the kitchen, and never once did they see Carolyn. Her door had been closed the entire day when they finally hit upon what they decided would be a proper mixture for their aims.

"I didn't get straight A's in chemistry for nothing," bragged Tim to his brother.

"Well, I only got one 'B' myself, and let's just test it out to make sure it's right before we get carried away!"

The boys squabbled as they usually did, but there was an even greater bond between them than before. They had really managed to take themselves over the brink from childhood into manhood, and each felt a special glow about that fact, and self-congratulations were certainly in order. They smiled a lot during their 'work' and seemed to still feel the delightful tingle in their youthful loins that their stepmother had so agilely inspired.

Although neither had mentioned it really, they both knew that they had further things in store for their adulterous stepmother, and already a final plan, more drastic than any yet devised, was a promising speck on the horizon.

"Okay… go get the cat!" Tim said at last. "We'll try it out!"

"What's the matter, lover, are you shy? Don't you like my looks?"

"No, no, it's not that!" Don protested. As a matter of fact he liked the exciting brunette's looks quite a bit. What's more they were alone in his hotel room. A present from the contractor. It seemed terrible to think of a human being in this manner, but that was most certainly what Gloria Morrison was.

He thought about Carolyn, his new, young wife, wanting to be back in San Rafael with her, not stuck in L.A. on business. Before his recent marriage it hadn't seemed hard to travel, but now that he had something special to go back to, it was only annoying to have to spend time away from home.

"Your wife! I bet you're thinking about her, aren't you?" Gloria had noticed the new wedding band on Don Larsen's ring finger.

Don blushed. "Yes," he admitted, "Yes, I guess I was."

Gloria took in the craggy good looks of the middle-aged architect. She'd been paid, and it looked like she wasn't going to have to do anything for it! But she liked Don's looks and thought him a considerable change from her usual clientele. The least she could do was talk to him!

"I know lots of guys think about their wives," she said confidentially, toying with the little pieces of lace that stuck directly between the large shapes of her breasts, breasts that were barely covered by her low-cut dress.

"But most of the time, you know, they think it's not taking away from their wives, it's really adding to the relationship!"

Don was really missing Carolyn now, he wanted to call her again. Yesterday's call had been strange, oddly unsatisfying. Even though his new wife had told him she'd been napping and so was a little groggy, she'd sounded odd.

Gloria was continuing, and Don was wishing she would leave soon so that he could call Carolyn.

"Yeah, you know some wives are, how do you say it, a little cold. A real hot-blooded guy now, he wants more action than that. Suppose he was to get involved with some other chick, well that's no good. This way, you got no hang-ups, and you get a little fun, too!"