Bob Hawkins - Mommy made them

"Christ fuck!" Lonnie cried. "That's seven!"

"Yeah!" his brother cried. "Let's go for eight, Lonnie!"

"Eight, shit! I'm never gonna stop!"

But their bodies failed them; as their cum stopped spilling, their cocks softened, and the boys fell away from Ginger with long sighs of depletion. They were too tired to protest when the girl and Charlene shifted around, their mother taking up the sixty-nine position against Howie while Ginger did the same in front of Lonnie. The younger boy sighed again as his mother sucked his prick into her mouth for a moment, then let it slip out while she raised her head.

"Suck my cunt, Howie!"

Charlene curled her body around to let the boy nuzzle into her crotch, then sucked his cock back inside. Lonnie moaned with pleasure as Ginger sucked down on his prick, taking him that way for the first time. Then she came off him with the same request:

"Suck my pussy, Lonnie! Please!"

Feeling deliciously warm and sexually fulfilled, the older boy forgot his earlier revulsion at the thought of sucking cunt and settled into position. And soon all four drifted into sleep again.

The next time they woke it was to the shrill ring of the telephone. Bright morning sunlight flooded the bedroom as all four sat up. Then Charlene slid across the bed to answer the imperious instrument.

"H'lo? Oh, Alice. Uh, yeah, Ginger's still here-hold on and I'll get her."

The instrument squawked and Charlene listened. "Okay, I'll give her the message. Sure, no problem. Thanks for calling, Alice."

All three youngsters were wide awake when she hung up and turned around. "That was Alice Jackson, Ginger. Your father called to say he'll be home in forty-five minutes. And he said something about your mother going to Norway."

"Shit! Mom walked out on him. I've been expecting it to happen for the last two years."

"Alice told him you were already on the way home, but you've got time for breakfast. And a fast shower. Jesus, I guess we all need a fast shower!"

"Yeah, I suppose I better." Then Ginger smiled. "You know, I've secretly been wishing Morn would do this. Now I'll have Daddy all to myself. The first thing he'll do when he walks in the front door is take off his clothes and flop into his recliner. That's when I'll make my move."

"Your move?" said Lonnie.

"Yeah. I'll sit on his lap and commiserate with him. But sitting isn't all I'm gonna do. I bet I'll have him hard in five minutes and in my pussy in ten!"

"Jesus!" Lonnie said.

"Cripes!" Howie said. "You mean you're gonna fuck your own father?"

"I sure am!"

"Good for you!" Charlene said. "Go for it, girl! Now come on and let's get that shower, kids. We've got work to do!"

"Uh, Ma?" Lonnie scratched his head. "I gotta pee!"

"You forgot what I said-I won't drink your first pee of the morning. Maybe later. Now, come on!"

Charlene led them to the shower, but when the boys cocks started standing she slapped them down. She did let Ginger wash Howie's back while she did Lonnie's, and took the same service in return, but she wouldn't let them finger their cunts. When Howie insisted on playing grab ass with Ginger, she turned the water onto cold.

"Jeez, Ma!"

All three kids jumped, and hurried through the rest of their shower. Five minutes after that, they started on cold cereal while Charlene fixed eggs, bacon and sausage at the stove. And thirty minutes after the phone call, they kissed Ginger goodbye, and watched the girl's naked ass bob up and down as she ran along the path.

"Jeez!" Howie said, sighing. "Ginger's nice, Mom. I'm glad she stayed with us last night. But you know what? I wish we were home."

Charlene ruffled their wet hair and pulled the boys against her tits-their cocks flopped against her, Howie's between her thigh and his crotch, Lonnie's against her belly. Both pricks seemed larger than they had been yesterday, and she couldn't resist reaching down to stroke them.

They were hard almost instantly. "Let's go back to bed, Ma!" Lonnie said, throatily. "I want to fuck you again!"

"So do I, Momma!" Howie said. "Jeez, if we start now, maybe we can cum ten times today!"

Charlene laughed and squeezed their cocks again. "I've got a better idea kids. Howie's right-I wish I was home, too, with Pat and Tracy. And your Dad. What say we clean up around here and jump in the car?"

Lonnie humped against her. "Jesus, I'd rather fuck you first!"

"You mean you never fucked Pat?"

"Well, not fucked her."

"I fuck Tracy, Mom. Pat only sucks Lonnie's cock."

Lonnie shot his brother a dirty look, and Charlene relented. "All right, you can each throw one fast fuck into me. Then it's home we go."

The boys hurried to clean up the kitchen then grabbed her hands and tugged their mother back upstairs. Both cocks were aching hard, but Lonnie was too horny to go in for any fancy fucking this morning. He pushed his mother down on the bed and buried his prick in her cunt, then fucked her back across the mattress.

"Oh, Christ, Ma! Ma! Oh, fuck!"

"Oh, yes, baby! Yes, Lonnie! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Jesus! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

He thrust again after no more than fifty fast, furious fuck-strokes, and held his prick buried completely within his mother's cunt while his balls blasted his cum-load into her womb. For a moment longer the boy held himself on trembling stiff arms, his ass flexing-then he collapsed and rolled off her. Howie jumped onto the bed and eagerly took his place.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, Momma!"

"Yes, Howie! Oh, God, yes! Shove it to me, baby!"

Even though his cock was more than an inch shorter than Lonnie's, and an inch thinner, Charlene tightened down around him with all the strength of her cunt. His fucking was frenzied, and he lasted another minute or two longer before he thrust deep, held himself while his cum filled her pussy. Then it was his turn to collapse.

"Oh, God, boys! My beautiful fucking babies! I love you! I love you both!"

Charlene let the boys rest for ten minutes, then she sucked their-cocks clean of her pussy-juice and sent into their rooms to get dressed. Ten minutes later they were down at the dock while Lonnie started the outboard motor in their skiff. He took the tiller, headed the small boat away from the island in a sweeping curve that took them past the Buchanan house.

"Ginger's Dad is home," Howie said.

"I hope she has his cock in her cunt," his mother said. "Or at least in her mouth."

"Ginger will get him," her young son said. "But you know what, Mom? As much as I liked fucking Ginger, I loved fucking Tracy!"

"That's because she's your sister. Or maybe it's because she's your twin."

"I don't know why, but my cock is hard again just thinking about sticking it in her."

He spoke the truth-his prick tented his shorts. Both boys had pulled on the simplest garment, not bothering with underwear. It wouldn't take much to strip them for action.

Charlene's hands were sweating with nervousness when they docked on the shore and hurried to their stall. Lonnie opened the door and they were sledge hammered by a blast of week-old hot air. He took the keys and started the car, rolling it out for his mother.

Fifty-five minutes later that Charlene pulled into their own driveway. Bill's car was pulled halfway across the lawn, the front bumper resting against the porch.

"Dad must really have gotten stinking last night," said Howie, admiringly. "He must really be hung over this morning, or he'd have left for work an hour ago."

Charlene said nothing as she led the boys around the car and up the steps, and entered the house. But she slammed the screen door as they went in. Half a minute later the girls stumbled out of their parents bedroom, to the top of the stairs.

"Mom!"

"Ma!"

Jesus, they were naked! And disheveled from fucking! Even in the dim light of the house Charlene could see the sweat and cum streaks on their bellies and thighs.