Bob Hawkins: Mommy made them

"Jesus!" said Lonnie. "Don't we have anything to say about this?"

"Not a fucking thing! Now get up here and perform!"

"Jeez!" Howie said. "I don't know if I can."

"If you can't', you can't. Ginger can catch you later. But you're gonna try."

Howie could tell by his mother's voice that Charlene was determined to go through with this. Lonnie grumbled, but the brothers got up into position, Howie straddling Ginger's face and Lonnie, Charlene's. As the younger boy started to stick his prick in Ginger's mouth, the girl pushed it aside for a last minute order.

"Go slow, Howie! I don't want you to drown me!"

"Yeah!" Charlene said. "Give us a chance to swallow it, both of you. Piss stains might not come out of these satin sheets."

They guided the two young cocks back to their mouths. Howie's prick was soft and Ginger sucked it between her.lips, but when he tried to shove it farther she held it back, with her teeth resting just below the rim of his cock-head.

Lonnie's cock was too hard to go in his mother's mouth so easily, even when Charlene pulled down on it. He was forced to drop forward, his prick pointing straight down at her. His asshole flexed open as she sucked his cockhead inside and held his cock-shaft in her fingers.

"Jeez!" he said.

"Yeah!" Howie echoed, straining. The boy grunted once, and farted wetly onto Ginger's tits. The girl made a face, but she did not try to push his cock out of her mouth. He strained again, his face in a grimace.

"It's coming, Ginger!"

At the warning she nodded, was ready when the first spurt splashed against the back of her mouth. Howie sent another blast of piss into the teenager's throat, and Ginger swallowed it down. She bobbed her head beneath him while she moved her hands around his flanks.

"Jeez! Do you like it?"

Another bob gave the positive answer. Howie glanced at his brother, and shrugged-then concentrated on letting his piss come.

Remembering what Ginger had said, he tightened his ass to make his flow run slow. He could feel it course against her pressing lips, and the teenager swallowed eagerly.

Lonnie watched his brother's performance from the corner of his eye until Charlene wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock and squeezed.

"Jesus Christ, that hurts!"

His mother screwed up her face until her eyebrows met, the message glittering in her eyes: stop fucking around, boy, and get down to business! Her teeth tightened about his cock before he could yank it free.

"All right, I am! I'm fuckin' trying!"

Howie sighed as the last of his trickling piss was swallowed by Ginger, and Lonnie grunted to make his own piss start. Because of his aching hard-on the first spurt was squeezed down in his, piss-tube-it blasted against Charlene's throat as she was in the act of swallowing, and ran down into her stomach before she had a chance to taste it.

"Ah, Christ!" the boy sighed. "Sweet Christ!"

His bladder spilled its piss into his mother, the yellow stuff gushing out so fast Charlene scarcely bad a chance to swallow before her mouth was full again. She tightened on Lonnie's cock again and he gasped in pain.

"Ow! Ow, you're hurting me!"

Howie had pulled his wet cock-head out of Ginger's lips. The girl looked at Charlene's face.

"Jesus, you're drowning her! Ease up, Lonnie!"

The warning was unnecessary-he had tightened his bladder even as piss bubbled out of the corner of Charlene's mouth and trickled down her cheek. His mother's eyes closed in relief as the gush stopped, and her throat worked to swallow what she had already taken.

"Haven't you had enough, Ma?"

Charlene shook her had, her eyes open again. Lonnie sighed and concentrated on releasing the rest of his piss. The pressure reduced; he was able to measure it out slowly enough to allow her to swallow. By the time he had taken the last, his prick had softened.

"That's all, Ma!"

Lonnie pulled his cock out of her mouth with a sigh. The boys settled back against the girls tits while Charlene savored the flavor of her son's piss. She looked at Ginger.

"How was it, Ginger?"

"Good." She smacked her lips. "I liked it!"

"It was just like drinking warm water, once Lonnie stopped trying to drown me. Maybe Howie tastes better."

"We'll trade, the next time."

"Who the fuck said there's gonna be a next time?" Lonnie cried. "Jesus, don't we have anything to say about where we piss?"

"Didn't you like doing it?" asked the girl. The boy shrugged. "I guess it was okay. But, Jesus, I want to decide what I'm gonna do!"

"You'll do exactly as you're told, young man," Charlene said. "Remember, I'm still your mother. So long as you're living under my roof you'll do what I tell you to do. Everything I tell you to do!"

"I liked it," Howie said. "But I'd rather be standing up. Or squatting, like I do when I have to take a crap in the woods. It was harder, this Way."

"You can stand next times" Charlene said. "Ginger and I will kneel in front of you."

She picked up Lonnie's soft cock and worked his foreskin back down over his cock-head, eyeing his piss-hole where a drop of piss still shone. Her tongue darted out and licked it away, and then she milked him to draw out the last few drops in his piss-tube. Before the boy knew what she had in mind, she wrapped her arms around his ass and sucked him all the way back in.

"Ma! For Christ's fucking sake, now what are you doing?"

"Sucking you, dopey!" Ginger said, giggling. Howie pulled back before she could do the same. The boy held up his hands.

"Uh uh! Gimme a break, Ginger!"

She pouted. "It better be a goddamn short break, Howie! I'm so turned on my cunt feels like it's on fire!"

Lonnie groaned as his mother continued to suck his cock, until it started to stand hard again. He winced at the pressure of her teeth, and she saw the pain reflected in his eyes-she let him pull out and drop beside her on the bed.

"God, my cock hurts!" he said, fingering himself gently. "I think you've had me for tonight, Ma. There's no fucking way I can fuck again!"

"Bullshit!" his mother said. "Shove it in my cunt, Lonnie!"

"I can't!"

"You fucking better! Or I'll give you a pair of lovers balls that'll have you walking bowlegged the rest of the summer!" Then she relented. "Stick it in me, baby. I just want to hold it inside for a while!"

She had his prick in her hand. Lonnie closed his eyes in pain as she guided it into her cunt, pushing against him until he responded. When his prick was buried in her, she squeezed it gently with her pussy-walls.

"Does it still hurt, baby?"

"It aches, ma. But it doesn't really hurt."

"Howie? You get against my back."

"Jeez, Ma! What do you want now? I'm not even hard!"

"Suck him hard, Ginger. I want you to stick your cock in me, too, Howie."

"Huh? In your asshole?"

"No, in my cunt."

"Ma!" Lonnie protested again. "We can't both fuck you at the same time!"

"How do you know? You've never tried. Get him hard, Ginger!"

Charlene looked up in the mirror as the girl went down on Howie's cock, sucking him all the way in. It was several minutes before the exhausted youngster could respond. When Ginger hollowed her cheeks a final time and came off, he-held his. cock the way Lonnie had.

"It's sore, Momma!"

"Roll over and stick it in me, baby. My cunt will make it-feel better."

Charlene watched him obey, raising her leg as Howie brought his cock-head against her cunt. But her cunt was completely blocked by his brother's prick. Lonnie flinched as be felt Howie's touch, and shivered.

"Pull back, Lonnie!" his mother ordered. "Just leave your cock-head inside." As he obeyed, she added, "All right, Howie, work yours inside. Ginger, hold my leg up until they get it right."