Bob Hawkins - Mommy made them

"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!"

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.