Bob Hawkins: Mommy made them

The girl obeyed while Charlene concentrated on relaxing her cunt to its widest possible spread. Lonnie shuddered as Howie rubbed his prick again, and closed his eyes. The youngster pushed and broke through.

"I'm in, Momma!"

"Yes! I can feel you! Feel both of you! All right, now both of you get your legs between mine, against each other. Get your cocks together!"

Sighing, Lonnie obeyed, shuddering again as he felt his brother's prick press against his own. Howie's balls were wrapped around the bottom of his cock-shaft. Charlene also sighed.

"Okay, now on the count of three, push into me! One… two… three!"

The boys caught the beat and shoved together on the word three: their pricks slid deep into their mother's clutching cunt until only an inch of Howie's remained outside, two inches of Lonnie's. Charlene shuddered as her cunt muscles clenched tight against them.

"Jesus, that feels good! I can't tell you how fucking good it feels, Ginger!"

"Christ, I don't think I could take them both!" the girl said, her eyes wide with jealousy.

"Maybe not. Probably not. You'll have to grow up some. But it's something worth waiting for!"

Charlene milked the two young pricks again, then forced her aching cunt to relax. "All right, on the count again, start fucking me!"

The boys began to stroke. The first few pushes were awkward, Lonnie's cock-head sliding ahead of Howie's. Then they caught the rhythm and began to fuck more easily. Charlene sighed repeatedly, her asshole flexing against Howie's belly and her hands clenching Lonnie's arms as they fucked her, transported to a plane higher than any fucking she had ever experienced before.

"Oh, fuck!" she gasped, again and again. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, boys! Fuck your Mama!"

"Yeah!" Lonnie gasped.

"Oh, Jeez!" Howie cried.

"We're fucking you!" they shouted together. "We're fucking you!"

Ginger sat straddle-legged, her fingers digging into her throbbing cunt and her eyes burning dry as she stared at the fucking trio. Jesus! Jesus Christ, she wanted some of that! She had to have some of that!

"Oh, fuck!" mother and sons cried together. "Sweet fuck! Sweet fuck! Sweet fucking!"

The pain was gone from the two young cocks as they pounded against their mother's body, filling her from front to back. Their balls still ached, but it was with tension as they worked to spill yet another cum-load into Charlene's throbbing, sucking cunt. And in no more than minutes the four balls erupted together, spilling their sixth load each of the day as Howe and Lonnie's eyes spilled tears of pleasure.

"Cumming! Jesus, cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"

"That's six, Ginger!" Charlene crowed in triumph.

"Jesus Christ, Ma! You must be a fucking nympho!"

"I don't think so," she said, seriously. "I'm just trying to catch up on two weeks without fucking."

"Yeah, but do you have to do it all in one day?"

Ginger giggled. "If being nympho means you want to fuck all the time, I guess I'm one."

"Well, you've had it from me," Lonnie said, again. He yawned, widely. "Christ, I'm fallin' asleep."

His mother squeezed the two cocks with her cunt.

"You can take a nap," she conceded. "But I'm gonna draw at least one more load out of your balls before midnight!"

"At least two," corrected the girl. "I gotta have them both again, too."

"Two!" Charlene agreed.

But all four welcomed the idea of a nap, even though it was still light outside. Charlene refused to let the boys withdraw their cocks from her cunt. She squeezed them again, milking them gently until both Lonnie and Howie protested, then settled down on the pillow with arms around Lonnie while Ginger curled up against Howie's back.

Bladder pressure woke the youngest boy first. Howie blinked, smelling his mother's sweat in the darkness. He heard the whir of the fans and the soft breathing of the others. Then his hard cock fucked deeper into his mother's cunt.

Ginger's tits pressed against his shoulder blades while the girl bad worked one hand between his belly and Charlene's ass. He could feel her pubic hair pressing into his skin.

His prick jumped again in Charlene's cunt-he had to pee real bad. Howie nudged Ginger with his elbow and the girl uncoiled, turning onto her back with a sigh. He pulled out of his mother and Charlene gasped in protest as she lost the hard young prick.

"What? What's the matter?"

"Jesus!" Lonnie said, wiggling his groin against his mother. "Can't a guy get some fuckin' sleep?"

"I gotta go to the bathroom, Ma," Howie said, sliding down between the two females.

"Oh." Charlene blinked. She shook her head, remembering. "This one is mine, Howie. If you gotta pee."

"Who's gonna pee?" Ginger said. "Lonnie's mine!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

With that protest Lonnie yanked his cock out of his mother's cunt and rolled onto his other side. Charlene shook him by the shoulder.

"Come on, Lonnie! Bathroom time!"

"I don't gotta!"

"Come on! Wake up!"

Charlene shook him again, and at last the protesting youth sat up, still grumbling. The others got off the bed, Howie fumbling to turn on the light. Then they went to the bathroom together, where Charlene knelt in front of Howie while Ginger took the same position in front of Lonnie. Both boys strained, and their piss began to flow.

"Jesus!" Awake at last, Lonnie looked down at Ginger's eager sucking lips while the girl drank his gushing piss. Howie sighed with pleasure as his mother did the same for him. When their bladders were empty, the females settled back on their heels, sighing.

"Howie does taste better," Charlene said.

"Sweeter."

"If you're tryin' to make me jealous, Ma, it ain't gonna work," Lonnie said.

"Lonnie's okay," Ginger said. "But now I gotta pee!"

"Well, don't look at me!" the boy said. "No fuckin' way am I gonna drink your piss!"

Howie made a face. "Me, neither!"

"Party poopers!"

Ginger squatted on the john and emptied her bladder, then gave way to Charlene when she had wiped her cunt. They went back to the bedroom again, sighing as they settled down.

The teenager grabbed both pricks.

"It's my turn, now! I know I can't take you both in my pussy, so you fuck me there, Lonnie. Howie, you stick your cock in my ass!"

"Huh?" Lonnie stared at her. "Are you crazy, girl? You want him to shove his cock in your ass?"

"Sure. He fucked your mother that way this afternoon, and anything Charlene can take, I can take." she added. "Come-on, Howie."

Lonnie shook his head in amazement but at his mother's encouragement he assumed his position in front of the girl and shoved his cockhead into her cunt. Howie made use of the Vaseline again as he greased his prick and Ginger's ass, the girl gasping as he worked in his finger and rubbed it around.

"Oh, Jesus! Jesus!"

The second cry came as Howie's cock replaced his finger. Ginger's nails dug into Lonnie's arms-and then she sighed with relief as the pain slowly diminished, to be replaced by a growing circle of delicious warmth.

"Oh! Oh, yes, that does feel good! Fuck me now, both of you!"

The boys stroked into her, quickly catching the rhythm after their earlier experience with their mother. Their cock-heads rubbed together, separated only by the girl's sensitive lining, and Ginger gasped.

"Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me!"

"Yeah!" Lonnie breathed. "Oh, yeah! Feel my big cock, girl! I'm gonna shove so far up your cunt it comes out your mouth!"

"Oh, fuck!" Howie cried, happily. "I'm fucking Ginger, Momma! I'm fucking her!"

"Jesus! Jesus! It's beautiful! Beautiful!"

The boys thrust together, drew back together-and in no more than minutes their rested balls began to tingle, to work with their young prostates. Even as Ginger begged them to fuck harder they erupted together, spilling boiling cum deep into her.