Bob Hawkins - Mommy made them

"Momma?" Eyes still closed, he mouthed her name into the bed. "You want me to fuck you, Momma?"

"Oh, Christ! Yes, baby! Yes!"

Charlene rolled her head toward her youngest son, then let go of Ginger's hair and reached over to grab him. Before Howie realized what was happening she dragged him, still half-a-sleep, up toward her greedy mouth. His hard cock stabbed beneath her pendulous tit and hung up for a moment then it was pushed back between his legs. She yanked him away from the obstruction.

"Momma? What are you doing, Momma?"

"I need your cock, baby! I gotta have it!"

Her moan of pleasure turned into a mumble as she gobbled his cock into her mouth. Howie lay half across her face as she sucked hard- her tongue stabbed across his tender, sensitive cock-head, again and again, then shifted until he straddled her face.

"Momma! Jesus!"

"Fuck her, Howie! Fuck her in the mouth!"

The cry came from Lonnie, who was pounding his way toward another spilling of his boiling cum. Ginger returned to sucking hard on Charlene's cunt now that the pressure had been taken off her ears. The younger boy looked over his shoulder and blinked as he finally woke up all the way, staring in amazement. Then his mother's nails dug into his hips as she tried to start him fucking.

"Jesus, shove it to her!" cried Lonnie. "Fuck her!"

Howie gasped as his mother's sucking damn near pulled his cock out. The boy jerked back in reflex-and stabbed his cock back into Charlene's throat. Then he arched his back and threw back his head as he began to fuck her for real.

"Oh, jeez! Jesus! I'm fucking Momma, Lonnie!"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm fucking Ginger!"

The girl and the woman would have had something to say but their mouths were full. Ginger swallowed again and again, sucking out Charlene's pussy-juice. Lonnie's fingers were extended from where he held her hips and he could feel the growing bulge as he threw himself into her again and again.

"Oh, Jesus! I'm cumming again! Howie, I'm cumming!"

"Yeah, Lonnie! Momma's making me cum! Cumming!"

The boys asses flashed back, thrust in, at the same time: one in Ginger's cunt and the other in Charlene's mouth. Girl and woman brought pressure on the throbbing young pricks as the brothers screamed again.

"Cumming!"

Lonnie's last, erupting thrust slammed into Ginger and pushed the girl out of Charlene's cunt. She slid over the top of the woman, stopped at last when the top of her head banged into Howie's legs. Caught by surprise, the boy sat back on her.

"Oh, Jesus!"

"What the fuck?"

"What the hell's going on?"

"Get the fuck off me, Howie!"

All four spoke at once as Howie's cock popped out of his mother's mouth. The boy jumped up from Ginger and his hard cock banged against his mother's nose. Laughing, Charlene grabbed it and used it as a handle to pull him off her face and down on the bed.

"Sweet Jesus! You're the craziest bunch of kids I ever saw. Or fucked around with!"

"Jeez, Ma!" said Lonnie. "You've done this with other kids?"

"Not since I was a kid myself, kiddo. And nothing like this; But when I think of all the opportunities I've missed in this fucking life… "

She brushed Ginger's hair out of the girl's face. "Life's too goddamn short, honey. You kids grab it while you can. Maybe next year the bombs will start dropping."

Ginger twisted her ass beneath Lonnie. "Get off me, Lonnie. Unless you're ready to fuck me again."

He pumped once; and sighed. "Nope. I need at least ten minutes, Ginger. Jesus, that makes five times I've blown my balls!"

"Five times for me, too," piped in Howie.

"Is that a record, baby?" Charlene asked.

"It is for me!" her youngest son said.

"It's close," Lonnie said. "Once before I shot five loads, but that was starting in the morning and going on until night. Jesus, this has been only about three hours!"

Charlene wondered if any girl, any female, had been the beneficiary of his five-load day. She hated to think Lonnie might have wasted it all on his fingers!

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

"The evening's young yet, it isn't even eight o'clock. We've got four hours to establish a new record, Ginger."

"Not with me!" Howie protested. "Jeez, my cock's already sore!"

"How about you, lover?" Ginger asked, looking, around as Lonnie pulled his prick out of her cunt and stretched out beside his mother.

"Think we can drain you of another five loads?"

"Jesus, I doubt it," he said, cupping his cock. "But I'll give it a try."

Charlene laughed again as Ginger climbed off and reached down to grab Lonnie's prick. She squeezed his cock-shaft in her fingers, working his foreskin down from his cock-head.

"Christ, you're turning me on again, Ma!" She masturbated him a few strokes, digging her stiff fingers into his balls, while the younger kids settled themselves, Howie on Charlene's other side and Ginger on the outside. The girl slipped her arm beneath Howie's shoulders and rolled onto her side, then kissed his nearest nipple.

"Boys taste good!"

"Their cocks or their cum," asked Howie. "All of them! I'd like to lick you all over, from your head down to your toes! I want to give you a real tongue-bath!"

"That's called going Around the World," Charlene said. "You finish by licking around his balls and up and down his cock, and then by taking his cock into your mouth. When I do it to their father, he pops his cum-load in. my mouth before I have a chance to go all the way down on him."

"Ummmmm!" Ginger tongued Howie's nipple and licked around the nickle-size areola, then ran her tongue up to the boy's collarbone. "That sounds like fun. And you do taste good! Jesus, I like anything that comes out of a boy's cock!"

"Yeah?" Howie asked, mischievously. "Even piss?"

"I don't know, I never had a boy pee in my mouth." She considered the thought, then lifted her head to look at Charlene. "Have you?"

"I haven't, no. But it might be fun to try it. At least once."

"Ma!"

"Mom!"

Charlene grabbed the protesting boys and pulled them to her for a squeezing hug that yanked Howie away from Ginger. The woman kissed each youngster, then pulled them so close she had both their mouths on hers at the same time. Her tongue came out and battered at Lonnie's teeth, then switched to probe deep into Howie's mouth while their cocks pushed against her hips.

"Ma!" Lonnie cried, breaking the kiss. "Jesus Christ!"

He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and scowled at his brother. But despite his protest his cock was throbbing hard again.

"What's the matter, kiddo? You ashamed to kiss your mother?"

"I'm not gonna kiss Howie on the mouth! Or any place else!" he added. "I'm no faggot!"

"Neither am I!" the insulted boy protested. "All right, I promise to kiss you separately from now on. But stop changing the subject. I believe we were talking about peeing. Ginger? Are you game?"

"If you are, sure. I'll try anything, once."

"Okay, get up in position, you two. Straddle our faces."

"Ma! You're not really gonna go through with this?"

"As Ginger said, I'll try anything, once. That's how my mother taught me. Of course, she was talking about vegetables, but the same rule applies. Pee can't be any worse than spinach or turnips."

Ginger giggled. "I like spinach and turnips. If it tastes that good I'll drink all of it I can get!"

"Don't do it first thing in the morning. That's when it gets stinky, Ginger. The body uses sleep to get rid of its accumulated wastes. But I saw once on TV where Hindus in India, or some people like that, drink their own pee. They believe it's good for you. And after you drain your bladder the first time, it's just like drinking warm water, so far as the taste goes."