Bob Hawkins: Mommy made them

"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!"

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!"