Paul Gable - Mom_s twin sins

"Understandably. But this isn't the first time your sons have been caught fighting," the man said, obviously disappointed that Sheila wasn't the loose slut everybody thought she was.

"Can you blame them, though?" Sheila asked desperately. She was leaning on the desk top now, her face flushed with anger and shame. "Let's cut all this crap. We both know why they've been in so much trouble, and personally I'm sick of it! I know you think I was going to hike my skirt up and shove my snatch in your face so you could chew away until the Second Coming!"

"Mrs. Kane!" the vice-principal said, shocked and a little frightened by Sheila's sudden outburst.

"Well, whatever you and the rest of your damned friends think, I'm no whore!"

"Please, Mrs. Kane," the vice-principal pleaded, obviously sorry now that he'd bothered to call her.

"And as for my sons, I'm taking them out of this piss-hole of a school and putting them into a private one. At least maybe there they'll find peace away from creeps like you and your precious other students!" Sheila almost shrieked at him as she reached behind her and tore open the door.

"Ohhhhhh!" the secretary cried as she fell to the office.

"Sorry to spoil your fun," Sheila said dryly as she stepped over the prostrate secretary and headed for the hall.

"Mrs. Kane! Mrs. Kane!" the vice-principal called out desperately.

But Sheila refused to turn around. Something had snapped in her mind back in the office. She wasn't going to lie around like some kind of floor mat, begging people not to spit on her. This was a new Sheila – one that didn't care what other people thought. It had started that afternoon with Frank fucking the shit out of her – first in the bedroom, and later in the shower. If people didn't like what she did, they could pound salt – or anything else they wanted. As for her, Sheila was going to enjoy herself – and hold her head up in public, no matter what anybody said about her and her sons.

"Hey, Mom!" she heard one of her sons call out from behind her. Sheila stopped in the hall and closed her eyes. She felt ripples of sexual excitement sweep over her slowly stiffening clit as she heard the sounds of two pairs of feet running up behind her. Sheila didn't know if she was liberated enough yet to start seducing her own sons.

"Hey, wait up!" she heard her other son call after his brother.

Sheila turned around to greet her sons, and felt her heart contract suddenly as she watched the handsome boys approaching.

"Mom, we're sorry!" John gasped breathlessly as he stopped in front of his mother.

"Honest, Mom," Bob echoed his brother as he ran up behind him.

"But those kids…" John started to say.

Sheila narrowed her eyes and tried to look angry as the two boys panted in front of her. They were like two young lions, their curly blond hair hanging in their eyes as they waited for her to say something.

"I swear, I don't know who to yell at first. I think God cursed me when he gave me twins," Sheila said, but she couldn't help but break out into a broad smile.

"See, Bobby? I told you she wouldn't mind all that much," John said as he smiled back at his mother.

Sheila felt as if she could drop on her back and spread her legs apart right in the school hallway. Bob and John were as ruggedly handsome as their father, and just as wild. At first glance, they looked a lot alike. But on closer inspection, one could see major differences. Both boys had tight, compact bodies, and their chests were covered with thick blond hair. But John had dark-brown eyes that seemed to smolder with lust every second of the day, while Bob's blue eyes sparkled with mischief and adventure.

John was two minutes older than his brother, and as a result, he always took the lead whenever the two of them were together. He acted like the older brother, and Bob accepted it gracefully, never bucking against the authority his brother laid on him occasionally.

Sheila was proud of both boys. They excelled scholastically and athletically in school and always managed to be popular with the girls as well as their male peers – that is, until the scandal broke and they became the butt of every filthy joke their former friends could think of.

"Come on boys. We're going home," Sheila said as she took a quick glance at the school office and headed for the front door.

"Hey, Mom. What's wrong?" John said as he followed his mother out to the front steps.

"I'm just tired of all the flak we've been taking. This is the end of the spring semester, anyway. You're both through with your finals, aren't you?" Sheila asked as she opened the door to her car.

"Sure. We're just windin' up some classes," Bob said as he crawled into the rear seat after his brother.

"Well, you're both going to finish up your senior year at a private school," Sheila said, slamming the car door angrily and starting up the engine quickly. She wanted to get away from the school building as soon as possible.

"Why?" both her sons asked.

"Let's just say that I'm at the end of my rope with people who've got nothing better to do than sneer at me and make you fight," Sheila said, fighting back the tears as she tried to keep the car steady.

"But how are you going to afford it?" John asked after several minutes of silence had passed.

"I'm-I'm not sure. I just started taking in boarders," Sheila said, smiling as she felt her snatch warm up again.

"Well, I guess you had to do something," Bob said, sighing deeply. "Dad just isn't coming over with the alimony, is he?"

"No. The support payments for both of you come in like the tide, but my money goes begging," Sheila said bitterly as she turned the car onto her street.

"But that'll just keep us barely alive," John said.

"Just let me think," Sheila said, turning into the drive. "But I'm not going to have you finish your schooling in a social battle ground," Sheila swore determinedly.

"Wow! We've got a general for a mother!" John said as he climbed out of the car.

"Yeah. A regular Patton," Bob said, winking slyly at Sheila as he ran into the house after his brother.

"God!" Sheila said as she leaned against the parked car and stared after her sons. She felt her cunt burning out of control as she watched their muscular asses disappear into the house. Frank had poked her snatch into action with his dick. Now it rippled almost continually with lust, aching for miles and miles of hot dickmeat. And the pricks it wanted now were those of her own sons!

"Where are you going?" Sheila asked as John ran down the stairs and opened the front door. "It's almost ten o'clock," she said, glancing at the wall clock in the living room.

"Over to Fred Jordan's. He's my only friend now," John said a little sadly.

Sheila sighed, and nodded for him to go. She couldn't deny him anything now. It was because of her and her husband that both her sons had lost almost all their friends. She couldn't keep them from hanging around with the few who continued to stick with them.

"What about Bobby?" Sheila asked.

"Oh, he's upstairs asleep, I think. He's pretty bushed out – the fight and all. I've got to run now, Mom," John said as he backed quickly out of the house.

"And don't stay out too late," Sheila said, feeling her pulse racing. Alone in the house with her youngest son. The idea excited the hell out of her. She suddenly felt like a woman just about to become the mistress of some stud.

"Bobby?" Sheila called out from the bottom of the stairs.

There was no answer. John was probably right. He was asleep. Sheila told herself there was no harm in her going into his room to make sure he was all right. She felt her knees turn rubbery as she climbed the stairs and walked toward her youngest son's bedroom. The door was opened slightly, and Sheila reached forward and pushed it completely back.