Paul Gable - Mom_s twin sins

"It was because of what happened with my marriage. Maybe you don't recognize me by the name of Kane. I changed back to my maiden name after the divorce to get away from all the creeps and scandal-seekers. Does the name Perrara sound familiar?" Sheila asked, looking closely at Frank's reaction.

"You don't mean you're the same woman who got caught running all those sex parties?" Frank asked in surprise.

"The same one," Sheila said softly, feeling her face burning bright red as she lowered her head in shame.

"Hey, don't feel that bad about it. I was one of the guys who felt you got a raw deal," Frank said sympathetically, reaching out and stroking her cheek lightly with his hand.

"It was! It was!" Sheila suddenly cried out, brushing the tears from her eyes and clenching her fingers together into two tight fists. "My husband and everybody else in the neighborhood was just as involved in it as me. But they all pretended to be shocked when the story broke out. Nobody admitted they'd ever come to my house for those kind of parties. They all said I must have gotten my people from out of town. The papers bought it and crucified me!" Sheila wailed, covering her face with her hands.

"But it's all over now," Frank said softly.

"That's what you think. My sons have been fighting their way through school literally since the divorce. Wherever we go, people sneer and make dirty jokes about us. They even say that I fucked my own sons," Sheila said, trying to fight down another problem that was bothering her lately. It was probably because of her lack of cockmeat lately, but she'd been looking at John's and Bob's crotches lately with more than motherly curiosity.

"That was what the phone call was about?" Frank asked tenderly.

"Oh, it's only one of a hundred I've gotten since the story broke," Sheila said with a touch of fatigue in her voice as she swung her legs around and jumped off the bed. "You know, what's funny is that my husband had to force me into accepting sex parties. I wanted to play the straight housewife bit. But no, Ray had to experiment with other women, and felt less guilty if I were along," Sheila continued as she walked to the adjoining bathroom and grabbed a towel, wiping up the cooling jizz that was oozing out of her slackening cuntlips and down her thighs.

"So, a lot of people do that," Frank said, shrugging his shoulders as he watched Sheila dab her crotch hairs dry.

"Oh sure. But this was different. Ray was a social climber as well as a sex fanatic. We had the best people in this town over – the mayor, council members and their wives or whores – or both," Sheila said, shaking her head slowly as she threw the towel on the floor and turned toward the shower stall.

"Whew!" Frank whistled. "All the big-wigs."

"You bet. And after a while, I began to look forward to those parties more than Ray did. Of course, we kept it from the boys. They never suspected what was going on when we sent them off to my sister's place in Bakersfield," Sheila continued as she turned on the hot water. "Then one of the councilmen's wives got a little loose with her mouth. The papers got wind of what was going on and started doing a little snooping. It didn't take them long to find out what was going on."

"Then why didn't everybody sink with you?" Frank asked as he walked slowly into the bathroom and stood behind Sheila, rubbing his soft, dangling cock against her smooth ass.

"Money. Oh, a few political figures went down the tubes with me. But the really important ones bought up the investigation. In the end, I looked like a cheap hooker who ran a sleazy cathouse for out-of-town salesmen. My husband just about had to divorce me to keep his job and social position," Sheila said bitterly as she adjusted the water temperature, then stepped into the stall.

"And your sons asked you to swear off sex after they found out about the whole mess," Frank concluded as he stepped in with Sheila and reached up to milk her hanging tits.

"Ummmm, yes. I thought I saw their point for a while. But Christ, it wasn't my fault. If I'm guilty of anything, it's stupidity. I should have fought for my rights, but -ohhhhh!" Sheila cried suddenly as she felt the man's wet, soapy hand slide into her tightening pussy.

"Hey, I think you're ready to go again," Frank said, opening his eyes in surprise as he continued to finger the tender walls of Sheila's spasming cunt.

"Don't! Don't!" Sheila protested, backing away from the man and pressing her ass hard against the wall of the shower. "I've got to pick up my sons."

"Hmmmm. Okay for now. But I can't guarantee what I'll do once I'm renting from you," Frank said, flashing a broad smile at Sheila.

"Just mind your manners," she said, laughing suddenly and throwing herself against Frank as she felt his cock slowly stiffen and rise against her clit and her hot cuntlips.

It was almost an hour and a half since the call from the vice-principal when Sheila walked into the school office, looking far her sons. The room was empty except for the attendance secretary and a student helper who was working the telephone switchboard.

"Excuse me. I'm Mrs. Kane. The vice-principal called me a little while ago about my sons," Sheila said nervously as she walked up to the counter and leaned against it. Sheila couldn't help it, but whenever she went any place, she felt as if everyone were staring at her and judging her. She felt this way now as the secretary looked up from a pile of papers and narrowed her eyes.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Kane. I think Mr. Taddeo is expecting you. Please have a seat, and I'll see if he's in," the middle-aged woman said crisply as she got up from her chair and strode over to a door on her right.

"Mrs. Kane to see you, sir," the woman announced through a crack in the doorway.

Sheila watched as the door almost flew open and a tall, thin, graying man walked out and smiled grimly at her. Almost at once Sheila felt intimidated by him and the secretary. It was as if she were on trial, and anything she said would automatically send her sprinting to the gallows.

"I'd hoped you would have come sooner," the man began, motioning her to step forward. "But that's all right. John and Bob are in the gym now, working off their – uh, frustration in the pool. I thought it'd be a good idea while we talked. Miss Jones, please hold all my calls for a while," the vice-principal said as he backed into his office and waved Sheila forward.

"I hate to be so much trouble," Sheila said as the man shut the door behind her and moved around to the rear of his desk.

"Not at all," he said, sitting down and folding his hands together.

Sheila stood in front of his desk for what seemed like an hour of silence, staring into his cold, blue eyes. For a man of his age, the boys' vice-principal was a handsome, trim-looking man.

In other circumstances, Sheila wouldn't have minded if he made a serious pass at her. But this was in a high school office. And her sons were in trouble, probably because they were fighting in defense of her. This wasn't the time to be thinking about fucking, and she resented the "Come on, I want to jam my prick into you" look the man was giving her now.

"Mrs. Kane. I know what John and Bob were fighting about, and I'm sorry that something like that just can't be forgotten so quickly," he began, rocking back in his chair as he smoothed down his handsome gray hair and stared hotly at her protruding tits.

"Mister-uh," Sheila started to say, wondering what his name was.

"Just call me Joe," he said, smiling greasily at her.

"Please, I just want to take my sons home and give them a good lecture," Sheila said a little nervously. She wanted to make sure that there wasn't a trace of lust in her voice. He was sniffing the air for vaporized snatch juice and listening for the slightest hint of passion in her speech. He'd leap at her like a wolf if he noticed the slightest bit of interest on her part.