Bob Hawkins - Mommy made them

"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.

"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.