Paul Gable - Mom_s twin sins

Marianne loved it! Her ass contracted with the additional finger, and the spasms there rippled in lime to those that were racking her cunt.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Sheila groaned as the last orgasmic spasm crashed against her aching clit. They both collapsed in exhaustion, rolling away from one another and gasping for breath as snatch juice continued to pour out of their slackening cunts.

"Oh God, Mrs. Kane! You're really something else!" Marianne finally gasped out.

"Listen, Marianne. Like I said; I don't do this every day," Sheila said defensively, afraid that the girl was going to go back to criticizing her.

"Oh, I'm sorry about the way I acted. I guess I was just hurt that my dad felt he had to send me somewhere for discipline. But you're not so bad after all," Marianne said, propping her head up on her hand and smiling playfully at Sheila.

"Well, I'm no ogre. I'm just tired of everybody sneering at me, that's all," Sheila said as she staggered to her feet. "And those kids you've been hanging around with don't help matters much. You know, your father wanted me to talk to you about them."

Marianne made a face, then smiled again.

"Those creeps? I just hang around with them to bug Dad," the girl said simply.

Sheila frowned, then reached over and stroked the young girl's silky black hair.

"I've got two wonderful sons who'd love to meet you," Sheila said, winking slyly at Marianne. "And I guarantee that either one of them is better than anything you've been running around with."

Sheila almost laughed out loud as she watched Marianne's eyes spring open with interest. The young girl's slackened pussylips almost seemed to tremble with excitement as Sheila started to tell her what John and Bobby liked to do.

"Wait! Just wait a sec, Mrs. Kane," Marianne said, closing her eyes and shaking her head quickly. "Just how do you know what John and Bobby do?"

Sheila smiled, then trailed her fingertips down Marianne's slender neck to her huge tits, squeezing the girl's nipples playfully.

"Let's just say that my sons and I are closer than a lot of mothers and sons," Sheila said, breaking into a broad smile.

"Closer? You mean you and your – you've been fuckin' them?" Marianne asked, her mouth dropping open in surprise.

"It's a long stow," Sheila said, deciding that Marianne was old enough to hear the truth. "But you're right, Marianne. I've been fucking my sons."

The young girl stared at Sheila for a few seconds, then shook her head slowly.

"Wow! I've heard of some kinky things, but this one just about takes the cake," she said softly.

Sheila shook her head, then started to laugh. She staggered to her feet and started to get dressed.

"You'd better get home to your father," she said, pulling her robe tightly around her big tits. "He'll be wondering why you're late," Sheila added, bending down and picking up Marianne's halter.

"Should I tell him?" the girl asked, giggling softly as she took the halter from Sheila and flopped her heavy jugs into the material.

"That's up to you. But maybe your father wouldn't understand," Sheila suggested as she walked over to the couch and sat down heavily.

"He writes porno, Mrs. Kane," Marianne said as she pulled on her slacks. "My dad's been around a lot, even though he tries to hide everything he does from me."

"Just because a man writes porno," Sheila began, trying to keep the smile off her lips as she spoke. But she kept thinking of Frank's red, rubbery cunt-digger as it churned, pumped and reamed her clenching pussy while his big hanging balls slapped against her ass.

"Hasn't he brought any of his numbers up to his room here yet?" Marianne asked.

"No. In fact, he really hasn't done too much work here," Sheila said, digging her fingernails into her thighs to hide her increasing sexual excitement. Just talking about Frank made her snatchlips start to quiver and rub their fat, slippery edges against one another hungrily.

"Just you wait," the girl said, zipping up her slacks. "He'll have a parade of tits in here when he gets to know you better."

"Maybe you're judging your father too harshly," Sheila said, feeling that her nipples would roast if she kept her robe on any longer.

"I'll tell you a secret, Mrs. Kane," the girl said. "You say you get it on with your sons. Well…" Marianne said, smiling softly at the blonde.

"What?" Sheila cried out in surprise. "You mean you and your father..?" Sheila couldn't believe it. If Frank and Marianne were close enough to fuck, why couldn't he control her?

"Oh no," the girl said, laughing a little sadly as she opened the front door to leave. "My father hasn't done anything to me. But I'd give anything…" the girl started to say, then broke off as she flushed red with shame.

Sheila got up and walked over to the girl, putting her hand on her shoulder.

"What if I told you that I'll try to get you and your father together?" Sheila said as she put Marianne's sagging head on her shoulder.

"Oh, would you? Oh God, that'd be great!" the girl said excitedly.

"I'll see what I can do. Now you go home and tell your father that we had a nice long talk, and that you're not going to see those creeps again," Sheila said, turning the girl around and giving her a playful slap on her ass.

"Oh, you're terrific, Mrs. Kane!" Marianne bubbled as she ran down the steps and up the walk to the street.

"Bobby. I'm glad you're home," Sheila said as she closed the refrigerator door and put the carton of milk down on the sink counter. She'd phoned Frank and invited him and Marianne over for after-dinner cake and coffee that evening. She was just starting to mix the cake batter when her son popped into the kitchen.

"Hey, what's the celebration?" the boy asked, walking slowly over to his mother, then dipping his finger into the mixing bowl for a sample of the batter.

"Don't!" Sheila said, turning around and slapping his invading finger playfully. "I'm inviting Frank and his daughter over for a little snack after eight o'clock," Sheila said. The woman pretended not to notice her son's eyes bulge as he stared at her white wool sweater that was a size or two too small.

"What's for desert – cock or pussy?" Bobby said, stealing another wad of batter before jumping back to the kitchen doorway.

"Is that all you've got on your mind?" Sheila asked, pretending to be angry. But she couldn't help but smile. Ever since Frank had fucked her, Sheila's pussy had become a raging furnace. All she could think about now was how she could stuff her aching twat with cockmeat. If she could, she would have had Bob, John, Frank and Marianne standing in line as she took them on, one after another. As one was through, the other would come in and fuck her. By the time the last had finished, the first would be ready to go again.

"What else is there?" Bobby asked.

Sheila turned her head as she nervously mixed the batter and saw Bobby smiling at her. She knew his smile reflected a raging hard-on under his fly. Sheila tried to continued mixing the goo in the bowl, but couldn't help staring intensely at him. She knew that they both could feel the air becoming superheated and electrically charged between them.

She tried to control herself. But her breathing became heavy. Sheila began to feel her cunt twitch again, and could smell the all-too-familiar odor of her vaporized cunt juice in the air around her. Her knees slammed and knocked together as she felt rivulets of hot cunt juice ooze and tickle their way through her tightly curled twat hairs before they flowed down her trembling legs.

"There's plenty else besides fucking and sucking," Sheila said, trying to hold onto the mixer with her cold, shaking fingers. She couldn't get off on her son now. There was too much to do. She had to finish the cake, shower, get dressed and put up the coffee before Frank and his daughter got there.