Bob Hawkins - Mommy made them

"Gahhhh!"

Charlene's cry blew bubbles in the froth that covered Ginger's cunt. Almost immediately she farted, the hot gas blasting along the bottom of her son's cock and against his balls. Howie shifted one more time, trying to find his balance, and leaned over so far that his chest pushed Ginger's face into the woman's flooding pussy.

"I'm in, Momma! I'm in your asshole!"

Before either female could reply the boy thrust one more time and something soft crumbled and broke before his invading prick. Five inches were in his mother-he pulled three of them back, the last inch and a half brown with Charlene's shit, and stabbed again.

"You got it all, Momma!"

Charlene moaned against Ginger's cunt while the girl twisted her face around, fighting for breath. Howie's knotted belly was rough against her face as the boy began the awkward plunging, thrusting deep into his mother's asshole until his cock-hair was glued against her brown ass-ring. He pulled halfway back, afraid to come out any farther, and stabbed again.

"I'm fucking you in the asshole, Momma! I'm fucking your ass!"

He pumped against her, burning with excitement that soon had his balls churning, had them boiling. Howie fucked his mother twenty strokes, thirty, forty, and then held his breath as his cum-load blasted!

"Momma! Momma! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Lonnie Lewis stood at his bedroom window, watching the top of the knoll through his father's field glasses. Howie and Ginger had gone up there over an hour ago and if he knew his younger brother, they were fucking!

The horny little shit!

Consumed with jealousy, Lonnie lowered the glasses and wiped sweat from his brow. The blond teenager was six inches taller than his brother and well muscled. If his twin sister Pat could see him, she'd say he looked just like a surfer. Right now he wore only ragged short-shorts and lace-less running shoes. Boxer shorts showed through each leg hole.

Jesus, there was Ginger now! And the cunt was bare-ass fucking naked!

Consumed with jealousy, Lonnie adjusted the way his balls hung and pushed his half-hard cock back up until it tented his shorts. Jesus, he was going fucking crazy on the island! Pat was back home, fifty miles away, and he hadn't got his rocks off once since the day they arrived. Not unless he counted the wet dreams he'd had five nights running. He remembered the way his sister could suck his cock all the way into her hungry throat.

Suck me, Pat!

Shit, he'd fuck her, just like she had been begging him to, if be had her here right now!

Ginger bounded down the path, lost to sight for a moment, her nice little tits bouncing up and down. Where was Howie? The little shit was probably sleeping it off. The neighbor's girl twirled her bikini in her fingers, oblivious to the thought that someone might be watching.

Lonnie lowered the glasses to focus on Ginger's cunt, which looked suspiciously wet. Her pussy-hair was matted and her crotch was streaked with dirt. The little bitch had been fucking! Jesus, his cock burned in full erection, so hard it pushed the top of his shorts away from his waist. He started to adjust it again, then yanked his hand away. Christ, all he had to do was stroke himself once and he'd pop his fucking load!

Ginger didn't look toward the Lewis house- she would not have seen him if she had, for the sun was breaking off the glass. She turned into the path that led to her house and soon disappeared from sight. Lonnie put the glasses down on the table and turned away twenty seconds too soon to see his mother.

Christ! He knew he was suffering from what the other guys called lovers balls, even though he was still cherry so far as fucking. Pat had been sucking him since he first grew hair on his crotch, but he had held back from going all the way. Jesus, the last thing he wanted to do was make his own twin sister pregnant.

Sweet merciful Jesus, but be was horny! His prick jumped, brought almost to the point of blasting just by the friction of his underpants. Lonnie couldn't remember the last time he had jerked off-jerked himself off. It was at least two years, maybe more.

Well, shit! Pacing the floor in his frustration, Lonnie knew he couldn't go on like this another fucking minute. Ma was out some place, probably visiting one of the houses on the other side of the island. Stopping to strip the quilt down on the double bed the boys had to share, he ripped his shorts open and pushed them down, then flopped on his back as his cock slammed against his belly.

His cock was still growing-Pat would be pleased when she saw that. He looked at himself in the mirror on top of the dresser. A thin line of blond hair ran from his crotch to his belly button and swirled around his nipples.

Lonnie touched his prick, which jumped automatically as he ran his fingers down the bottom of his cock-shaft. Shit, he was getting thicker, too!

Moaning unconsciously, the youth stroked his cock lightly, his fingers tracing the position of the piss-tube. He was sweating like a pig-the room was stifling despite two open windows, for there wasn't a breath of breeze.

Closing his eyes, Lonnie held his cock up straight and started to masturbate. ttt

"Momma, I'm cumming!"

Howie's cock pulsed again and again, spewing his cum into Charlene's ass. Twice he spasmed; and a third time; but the fourth time he was dry, his balls thoroughly drained; three times in a fucking row!

"Oh, Momma!"

The boy sagged against Ginger's head as his softening cock slipped from Charlene's ass and then he lost his hold on her legs and she unfolded, knocking him to the ground. Ginger grunted as she lost the woman's cunt, her chin digging into Charlene's belly. Before she had a chance to recover, Howie's mother lifted her off her face, and she rolled onto her back.

The females lay side by side, Howie trapped beneath Charlene's legs and across Ginger's belly. His, mother laughed and the youngsters joined in.

"Wow!" the girl gasped, recovering first. "That was un-fucking-believable!"

"Yeah, Momma! Jeez!"

"Dumb kid!"

Charlene rose to plant a kiss on Ginger's mouth. Then, untangling, they all got up. Ginger looked toward the sun, which was dropping in the sky.

"What time is it?"

"Fourish. Maybe four-thirty."

"Jeez, I gotta get back to the house. I promised Ma I'd have supper ready when they got home."

She scrambled after her bikini and started down the path without putting it on. Charlene and Howie stared at her bouncing ass until she was out of sight, then looked at the white stripes on their own bodies. The woman shook her head.

"If I had a body like that I'd be a nudist, too."

"Your body's okay, Mom. For a lady!"

"This from the kid who called me fat a little while ago?"

"Not fat-just heavy!"

Charlene grabbed him into the crook of her arm and ruffled his hair again-then she hugged him against her side, and let her hand drop to fall against his ass. His cock was streaked with brown and looked puffy. It was still engorged with blood.

"Jeez, Ma!"

Howie saw where she was looking and protested. "Don't you ever get enough?"

"Rarely, baby." She hugged him tight. "Think you'll be ready to go again after supper?"

"Jeez, no! Pick on Lonnie for a while!"

"Maybe I will, kiddo "Charlene visualized her older son-Lonnie's cock was a lot bigger than Howie's, she could tell that much just by the bulge it made in his jeans. "Maybe I will. But come on, we'd better go down to the house."

"You go on, Mom. I think I'll climb on up to the top."

"Okay, kiddo. But don't stay out too long. You've had enough sun for today."

"I'll watch it."

Charlene picked up her bikini and pulled on the bottoms, shrugged into the halter. Howie snapped it for her and watched her leave. As soon as she was out of sight, he hurried to the edge of the clearing and stood with legs apart, his cock pointed into the bushes. He strained, and a stream of piss burst from his cock as the boy sighed. Despite what he had done with his mother and Ginger, he hadn't wanted them to see him pissing!