Paul Gable - Mom_s twin sins

"Mmmmgfffffh!" Sheila moaned as she felt spurt after spurt of sticky cum blast against the back of her throat, then slide down toward her stomach.

"Fuck, Mom! Fuuuccckkkk!" Bobby cried out, still slamming her crotch against Sheila's cum-dripping pussy. Her snatch pulled and milked at the young boy's still-shooting dick, sucking in as much jizz as it could like a hungry mouth.

"Ahhhh! Shiiittttt!" John moaned as the last wad blew out of his cock and flew past Sheila's front teeth.

"Whew! Jeeeesus, that was fantastic!" Bobby whispered exhaustedly as he sank on the couch cushions.

"Mmmmmm," Sheila groaned as the last ripple fluttered over her clit. She gave a final suck on John's softening dick, then let it slip from between her lips.

"Now, we having company for dinner or something?" John asked as he carefully climbed off the couch and walked over to his clothes.

"Mom'll tell you all about it. Maybe we'll have an old-fashioned gang-bang," Bobby said, winking slyly at his mother.

"Oh, the cake!" Sheila cried out suddenly, remembering the spilled bowl of batter.

"Fuck the cake!" Bobby said as he rotated his hips slowly against Sheila's harry box.

"You probably would try that," Sheila said, smiling broadly as she looked down at her son.

"Frank's coming over with his daughter Marianne," Sheila said as she flipped her big tits into her bra and slid her panties up over her thighs.

Bobby and John were already dressed, leaning against the doorway of her bedroom with their arms folded against their powerful chests. Their white cotton T-shirts revealed every ripple of muscle on their bellies, while their Levi's bulged invitingly at the crotch. Sheila almost felt like calling Frank and telling him to come tomorrow.

"One more on the altar," Bobby said as he watched his mother slide up her short blue skirt and zip it closed.

"There's no sacrifice," John said, chuckling softly as he winked at his brother. "I've never met the girl. But I'll bet she's one hell of a tiger in the sack."

"In fact, she admitted to me that she wants to take on her father," Sheila said as she glanced in the minor and fixed her hair.

"Whew! You two could be sisters under the skin," Bobby said.

"Now, be nice. I'm sure Marianne's very nervous about tonight. I sort of promised her that I'd help her get through to her father," Sheila said as she gave her hair a final brush and pat, then turned around to her sons.

"Somehow, I don't think that'll be all that hard," John said, laughing loudly as he backed away to let his mother through.

"Some men just can't see what's being offered at home. They go out on the town, when all they've got to do is look in their own back yard," Sheila said, reaching down and giving both her sans a playful pat on their crotches as she walked into the hall.

"Mmmmmm," Bobby and John groaned together as they ran after their mother.

"Behave yourselves," Sheila said warningly as she reached the bottom of the stairs and heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

"They're here."

"I hope they don't notice the cake too much," John said, winking at his brother as Sheila walked to the door.

"Oh God! Well, at least the floor was clean. We managed to scrape most of it into the bowl," Sheila said as she opened the door and greeted Frank and Marianne.

Through the introductions Sheila kept watching John, Bobby and Marianne. Her two sons were obviously impressed by the young girl's body and face. But Marianne was doing everything but dropping her tits in her father's face. Through the polite chit-chat, there was the strong undercurrent of frustrated sexuality. Sheila knew that the cool couldn't last too much longer. Marianne was getting hotter, and her sons were probably stiff-cocked by now.

"The cake tastes a little – dry," Marianne said, pushing in a mouthful and making a little face.

"Oh, Mom had an accident in the kitchen," John said to Marianne, looking over briefly and smiling broadly at his mother.

"Oh?" Frank asked, catching the note of irony in the older boy's voice.

"I – well, that is…" Sheila stammered.

"Come on, Mom. Tell them," Bobby said, watching Marianne rub her leg against her father's.

"This is stupid. I mean, they're not interested…" Sheila started to say.

"Come on. Let's show them, Bobby," John said, jumping up and running over to his mother.

"What?" the woman cried out as Bobby ran up behind his mother and stopped a few feet behind her.

"You see, Frank. She was like this when I jumped up behind her and grabbed her tits," Bobby said, imitating his actions in the kitchen.

"My God!" Frank said, getting up and appearing to be shocked.

"Don't worry, Frank. Your daughter doesn't appear to be shocked," John said, pointing to Marianne.

The girl was sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide apart and her skirt up to her waist. Frank's mouth fell open as he watched her stick her fingers into her snatch then pull them out, spreading the thick pussy juice along the fat edges of her outer cuntlips.

"Marianne!" Frank cried.

"I've got to tell you something, Frank," Sheila said, gasping as she pulled free of Bobby's grip.

"It better be good," the man said as he continued to look at his clit-strumming daughter disapprovingly. "I sent her over here to get straightened out. And look what you've turned her into."

"Oh, Daddy. Don't talk to Mrs. Kane like that. She did get me to promise not to see those guys again," Marianne panted, spreading her legs even further apart in an obvious invitation to her unbelieving father.

"That's right, Frank. Those creepy kids won't be hanging around with your daughter any more," Sheila said calmly as she walked over to him and put her arm around his waist.

"I don't understand," he said, his eyes riveted on his daughter's young, curly hair-pie.

"After one little, uh, talk, Marianne admitted something to me. It seems that she's got the hots for you. She's had them for a long time," Sheila said simply as she smiled broadly at the blushing girl.

"Is that right, honey?" Frank asked after waiting for a few minutes as Sheila's words sank in.

"Oh Daddy, yes. I've wanted you for a long time," Marianne groaned, scratching her twitching clit desperately with her forefinger as she closed her eyes and dug her head into the back of the couch.

"Christ! What you learn about your kids from other people," Frank said, shaking his head slowly from side to side.

"Come on, Frank. Don't be all that surprised. After all, you seemed to take what John, Bobby and I have been doing pretty well. You shouldn't be surprised about your own daughter. Besides, this way you'll be able to keep track of her. Like they say, you'll know where she is every minute now," Sheila said as she reached forward and unzipped his fly.

"Yeah, right under your crotch," John said as he walked over to Marianne and stuck his hand into her hot gash. "Mmmmm, and she's ready to broil your dick right now."

"Come on, Frank. Don't turn into such a big prude now," Sheila said, reaching into his fly and wrapping her slender fingers around his stiff cock. Before he could do anything, Sheila pulled the full length of his rod out of his pants.

"Mmmm, Daddy!" Marianne cried out, hunching against John's probing fingers.

"You think it's okay?" Frank said, looking first at Sheila, then turning back to his moaning daughter.

"Are you kidding?" Sheila asked, laughing loudly as she unbuckled his pants and shoved them down to his knees.

"You know, I think I'll make an honest woman out of you," Frank said, finishing undressing as he winked at Sheila.

"Oh Frank, that'd be wonderful," Sheila said, feeling her nipples roasting in her bra.

"All the damned gossip in town would stop," John said, pinching Marianne's cuntlip tightly as he continued to pluck at her quivering clit.