Ron Taylor: The sucking stepmother

She sank into the tub, splashing the water to make the bubbles stand up big and foamy. Amanda closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feeling. Under the water she cupped her tits.

Poor babies! They'd gotten a real workout. But they were big. They could take it. It was her cunt that really ached. She squeezed her thighs together, pressuring her pussy. For the first time in hours, she wasn't full of hard young prick.

Amanda leaned back, her hands moving don into her crotch. Under the water, she stroked her cunt thoughtfully, her eyes closed, her mind a thousand miles away.

Fucking Frank's boys was amazing, sure, but it couldn't go on forever. Frank would be home from New York in a few more days, and if he didn't sense that something had changed while he was away, then he wasn't as smart as Amanda gave him credit for being.

They would have to try to get themselves under control before he got back, for sure. But how to explain that to the twins? They were obviously hooked on their stepmother's cunt and she was deathly afraid that she was starting to get equally addicted to their eternally stiff pricks and their unending horny desire for her body.

"Is the water warm enough?" a voice asked, intruding on her thoughts. She looked up and saw the twins standing by the tub, both of them still naked, their cocks at least half-hard.

"I told you guys to get ready for school," she said firmly, the way a stepmother ought to instruct her stepsons. But there was a twinkle in her eye, and the sight of those sweet young pricks made her mouth water hungrily.

Sam climbed up onto the rim of the tub, balancing himself awkwardly. He started to slip, and he leaned forward, bracing himself against the inside wall.

"Let me heat up the water for you, Amanda," he said with a nasty smirk.

He took hold of his cock with his free hand. Aiming it downward into the bathwater, he began to piss.

"You rotten little fucker!" Amanda squealed. "That's the filthiest thing I ever heard of!"

"Is it as filthy as this?" Steve asked, coming over to the very edge of the tub. He aimed his cock straight at Amanda's tits and he, too, began to piss.

"I wanted a bath, not a shower," Amanda said, but she was holding back the urge to giggle. "Oh, you guys! I don't know what I'm going to do with you! Why don't you find girlfriends and give me a rest, for Christ's sake?"

"Maybe we will," Sam said, shaking the last dribbles of pin off his prick. He stepped down from the edge of the tub. "Now that you've shown us the ropes, I bet we really could find ourselves some girls, you know?"

"Oh, just get your little asses along to school!" she shouted. "We'll talk about girls another time!"

"I really was making a joke," Amanda said in a pissed-off voice. "I didn't expect you to bring home a couple of airheaded bimbos tonight."

Outside, in the TV room, Steve's voice was audible. From time to time there was a muffled question in the pinched tones of a teenage girl.

Sam edged into his stepmother, backing her up against the microwave and rubbing his crotch against hers. The lump of his cock felt about half-hard, touching Amanda's body.

"It's only Fiona and Beverly, from school," he said. "They're in our computer class and they're gonna flunk the final without a little bit of help. Steve and I just offered to help them out." He winked at Amanda. "But if there were any girls at school we'd both like to fuck, it would have to be Fiona and Beverly. God, they're cheerleaders and everything! Real hot babes, you know?"

He put his hands under the bottom of his stepmothers shirt and moved them upward, onto the billowy swells of her tits. She was wearing a bra, but it was a nothing piece of lace and silk. His fingers absorbed warmth from her rounded tits, and he teased the red nipples through the mesh of fabric that cuddled them. Amanda leaned in to press her lips against Sam's, her tongue licking at his mouth.

"They think we're just a couple of jerks," he said, "because we wear glasses sometimes and because we're good with computers and video. The only reason they're here is to get some help with schoolwork."

"Why don't you go out and help Steve tutor the little sluts, then," Amanda said with a smirk. "That way the three of us could be alone soooo much sooner, mmmm?" She edged out of Sam's way. "C'mon, kid, haul out the soda and snacks. I suppose we have to feed them while they're here."

In the TV room, Steve was still explaining some things about computers to the two uncomprehending girls. He was scribbling on a notepad and showing it to them, and they nodded, but their blue eyes were blank and vacant. Amanda shook her head.

Fiona was tall and skinny, with breathtaking legs that were shown off by her short skirt and emphasized by her textured nylons and two-inch heels. Her top was loose and low-cut, clinging to the curves of her tits. She had short, punked-up hair that probably got its blondeness from a bottle, but didn't look bad on her.

Beverly was a bit shorter, with sandy hair down over her ears. She wore jeans and a yellow T-shirt that tit so tightly you could count the number of hooks on her bra strap. The girls looked like typical shopping mall bombshells. Flashy but stupid, Amanda decided, feeling a little superior in the comparison. She went back into the kitchen.

Sam joined the group and took over from Steve. The girls looked very bored by the whole thing. But they probably needed the computer class to get into college, so they were at least making a pretense of trying to absorb the boys' suggestions.

"Uh, like, I usually study better with the TV on," Fiona said. "Do you get, uh, MTV or anything like that?"

"We get something a lot better," Sam said, looking at his twin.

Sam picked up the remote and turned on the TV, then pushed another button. The VCR began to hum. Amanda had a very strange sensation, deep in her tummy, not far from her clit.

"Oh, wow!" Beverly gasped.

Amanda's face reddened. What were the little bastards doing now? She came to the door and peeked into the TV room.

"Oh, Jesus!" she cried suddenly.

On the screen was a close-up of a giant cock edging its way into a wet pink cunt. The pussylips were peeled basic, aided by feminine fingers, and then a prick slid up and in, filling the red-fleshed pussywhole with its meaty shape. The balls beneath the cock jiggled as the prick made penetration, then jiggled rapidly as the cock started to fuck its way in and out of the chestnut-furred pussy.

The shot was close and clinical, making it possible to count every hair on the pussy that was being fucked by the big hard prick. Amanda's face went scarlet. She knew whose pussy it was, and she thought she knew whose cock it was, too.

The two girls just giggled naughtily. Their eyes were intent on the screen.

"Get a load of that cock!" Fiona whispered to her friend. "Can you imagine doing it with a boner like that? It's bigger than Adam Clanton's, I guarantee!"

Realization began to filter through Amanda's mind. The sneaky little bastards. She was starting to understand what her stepsons were up to, and she didn't think she liked it one little bit. Still, there was something rather entrancing about the images that filled the TV screen, and she found herself staring, watching the recorded picture of what had taken place on her bed just last night.

"Is this, like, a movie?" Fiona giggled.

The bodies on screen did a roll, and both girls shrieked out loud. The camera angle changed, and now it was possible to see the face of the male wielding the big prick that had caught the eye of both the young girls. Their jaws dropped and they both turned toward Sam, their eyes enormous with shock.

"That's you!" both girls said in the same breath.

"God!" Fiona said, "is this trick photography or something?"