Paul Gable - Mom_s twin sins

"Mmmmmm, no. Besides, we'd better get down to the school pool if we expect to get in," John said, glancing down at his watch and giving his mother's pussy a last look.

"I don't want you boys going back to that school!" Sheila said angrily.

"Come on, Mom. If we get down there early enough, there won't be anybody buggin' us," Bobby said. "Besides, with the two of us together, nobody'll bother us."

Sheila looked at her sons and sighed. She couldn't argue with them. She loved them too much to go against anything they wanted to do.

"All right, but be careful. Remember what happened last night!" Sheila warned as she rolled out of bed and pulled on her blue bathrobe.

"Poor big brother. I'll take care of him," Bobby said in a baby's voice.

"Get the fuck out of here," John said, slapping Bobby playfully across the head, then running down the hall.

"Shit! See you later, Mom!" Bobby called out from the hall as he chased his brother downstairs, through the living room and out to the front lawn.

"My sons!" Sheila said out loud as she quickly made the bed, then rah downstairs to put on some coffee. She was just about to step into the shower when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Damn!" the blonde cried out as she glanced at the clock. Marianne was fifteen minutes early. "Coming!" Sheila cried out cheerily as she tied her dressing gown together and ran to the front door.

"Hi. My dad told me to come over," a girl of about sixteen said sullenly. Marianne had long, shiny black hair that hung down to her ass. She was wearing a pair of tight, black hip-huggers that almost showed the outline of her cuntlips. But what Sheila particularly noticed were Marianne's huge tits. For a girl of sixteen, she had a set of knockers that a burlesque queen would have – envied. Her mammoth jugs bulged out of her red-flowered halter, threatening to break loose and fly out into the air.

"Come on in," Sheila said, noticing that the girl had an angry, defiant air about her.

"I don't know what the hell he wants me here for, but you've got me for a while," Marianne said sullenly, throwing herself carelessly onto the couch.

Sheila raised her eyebrows when she heard the young girl's speech.

"Now let's get a few things straight around here. You're in my house, and while you're here, you won't talk like that. And besides, you'll sit up like a young lady," Sheila said disapprovingly.

"You should talk about how to act. What about all the fuckin' around you used to do?" the girl said defiantly.

"What?" Sheila cried out in disbelief. She couldn't believe that she was suddenly being grilled by this girl. Sheila saw that Frank did have a problem on his hands.

"Don't act so surprised. Just because my dad didn't know what was going on doesn't mean that I don't. Hell, all the kids in this area know what you and your old man…"

"Shut up, you little bitch!" Sheila cried out, running up to the girl and striking her hard across the face.

"Ughhhhh!" Marianne cried out, falling across the couch and covering her face protectively.

"And if you ever say anything about the past again, I'll slap you down!" Sheila cried, her face reddening with anger. She was tired of everyone bringing up the past. She knew that slapping Marianne across the face so hard was an overreaction. But Sheila had to start somewhere to stop the rumors and sneers.

"Don't touch me!" Marianne groaned, pulling herself up and digging her ass protectively into the couch cushions.

"I'm sorry," Sheila began in a low voice. "But I won't have you talking like that to my face – or behind my back for that matter. I haven't done anything that most of the women around here wouldn't give their right fit to do anyway," Sheila said angrily.

"I'm getting out of here," Marianne said, springing up from the couch and running to the door.

"Just a minute, young lady," Sheila said, springing in front of the door and blocking Marianne's exit. "Your father asked me to talk some sense into you, and that's what I'm going to do."

"You can't keep me here against my will. That's kidnapping," Marianne said defiantly as she pushed past Sheila.

"We'll see about that," the blonde said, grabbing the girl's wrist tightly and spinning her away from the door. She hated to be this rough on Marianne. But the gentle, understanding approach wasn't going to go anywhere with the girl. Some common sense had to be pounded into her first.

"Let me go! Let me go, or I'll scream!" Marianne said, crouching down on the floor like a cornered animal.

"You so much as open your mouth…!" Sheila began, interrupted suddenly by Marianne's shrieking.

"Shut tip!" Sheila cried out, raising her hand and striking the girl across the face again.

"Unnnghhhh!" Marianne screamed. But this time she managed to keep her balance and reached up, pulling Sheila down on top of her.

"Ohhhhhh!" the woman cried out, feeling the girl shoving her away as she tried to scramble to her feet. "No you don't," Sheila grunted, wrapping her hands around Marianne's halter and yanking her back to the floor.

"Bitch! Bitch!" the girl cried out as her halter was ripped off. At the same time, Sheila's robe flew open, and the two women's tits pressed together. Suddenly Sheila felt her crotch fire up like a blast furnace. The sensation of Marianne's young nipples mashing into her own was turning her on!

"Let me go! Let me go!" Marianne continued to scream. But Sheila noticed that the girl began to struggle less and less. Instead, she was humping and jamming her crotch against Sheila's. "Ohhhh!" Marianne moaned, stopping her struggling as Sheila reached up and gently started to milk her big boobs.

"I don't know…" Sheila began, then stopped. She looked into the young girl's eyes. They were glazing over with lust and passion. She didn't know what was coming over them, but she didn't feel she had the strength to fight it. Sheila knew she wasn't a dyke, and guessed that Marianne was straight too. But right now, all she wanted was to undress Frank's daughter and feel her young, fresh snatch rubbing against her own hot hole.

"Oh my God! I've never done anything like this!" Sheila gasped as she watched Marianne roll away from her and start to slide her tight slacks down her slender thighs.

"I don't do it much myself but I'm not new at it," the girl said as she slid her slacks to the floor.

Sheila raised her eyebrows in amazement. Girls today were a hell of a lot more experienced than she was at the same age. Sheila stared at Marianne's black-haired snatch. It glistened with sweat and pussy juice, seeming to quiver in rhythm with the throbbing of her own swollen clit. She watched as Marianne raised her hands to her tits and started squeezing the masses of spongy hot flesh. The milking action made her half-inch-long nipples pop out even more. As the young girl became more excited, Sheila could see the red gash of Marianne's cuntlips tinder the thick matting of tangled hair.

"Ohhhh, God! Touch me! Please, touch me!" Marianne moaned, standing up and grinding her thighs together as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. Sheila could see something foamy and bubbly oozing from between the young girl's fat cuntlips. She knew that Marianne was ripe for sex now.

"You'll have to help me out, honey. I've never made it with a woman before," Sheila said as she rubbed her hands lightly across her swollen outer labes. She rubbed their slippery edges together, milking the sensitive membranes against her throbbing clit.

"Just stick your tongue in my snatch!" Marianne said simply, watching Sheila as the older woman started to jerk herself off.

"Whatever you say," Sheila said, crawling across the floor on her knees until her mouth was even with Marianne's gleaming pussy. She inhaled sharply, watching the foamy fluid that bubbled out even faster than before. Sheila opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, flicking it across the girl's wet labes and tasting pussy juice for the first time.