Paul Gable - Mom_s twin sins

Bobby left the house an hour later, wishing his mother fuck with his brother John. Sheila wondered about the mother/son relationship changing so quickly in her family. Suddenly Bobby was treating her as an equal. She felt more like a girlfriend than a mother.

Sheila walked slowly over to the bar and poured herself a tall vodka and soda, staring at her image in the large minor hanging over the counter. She looked at her big titties that hadn't begun to sag in the slightest. Not bad for thirty-five, Sheila thought to herself.

She glanced up at the wall clock to the right of the mirror and saw that it was midnight. Sheila wondered where John was. She knew his friend Fred Jordan. He was a pleasant enough boy and completely dependable and honest. Still it was late, and Sheila would have preferred to have John in the house.

She took a large drink from her glass, then sat down on the couch to wait until her son came home. Sheila was wearing her short, red sheer baby-doll nightie that revealed every goosebump on her mammoth titties. She looked down and could see her bristling pussy hairs through the sheer material of her panties.

"Mmmmmm," Sheila moaned to herself as she felt her pussy contract gently. She was thinking about Bobby's prick and how red and thick it got just before it started to blow its hot wads of cum into her bucking twat. She took another gulp of her drink and settled back in the couch, gently trailing her fingertips across her thighs and over her heating mound. She pictured Bobby's face, contorted with lust as he slammed his hot, young groin hard against her upturned and incredibly stretched cuntlips.

"OHHHHH!" Sheila moaned as she slid her forefinger under the elastic band of her panty leg and started to strum her stiffening clit lazily. Where the hell was he? she asked herself again as she felt a warm glow start to take over her body.

Her cunt was hornier than ever, but Sheila began to grow sleepier as the minutes passed. She tried shifting positions on the couch. But fatigue finally won and the blonde gently fell to sleep.

Sheila didn't know how long she'd been asleep when she heard the sounds of fighting coming from her front porch.

"You son – of – a – bitch, get out of here!" Sheila heard somebody scream at the top of his lungs.

"Who's there?" Sheila called out in terror as the sounds of fighting filled the living room.

"Whore! Your old lady's a fuckin', bitchin' slut!" Sheila heard another voice scream.

"Oh my God!" she cried out, leaping to her feet and running to the door.

"Hey, man! There she is! Let's get her!" Somebody yelled out as Sheila opened the door. The blonde turned on the porch light, then reeled back in terror as she saw four boys leap across the porch and jump directly in front of her.

"Hey, man! Look at them tits!" a blond boy said to the others as he dropped his hands quickly to his crotch and started to squeeze his cock.

"Leave her alone!" Sheila heard somebody wail out from the other end of the porch. Finally she recognized the voice as John's. "Don't touch her, you fat bastards."

"John!" Sheila cried out as she finally caught sight of him. Three other boys were holding him tightly to their bodies. Blood poured freely from his nose and ears as he continued to struggle wildly in their grips.

"You think he'll mind if we fuck his old lady right here?" a dark-haired boy said as he sneered at Sheila.

"You boys get going home now," Sheila said calmly, trying to hide her sense of growing honor. She could tell that the boys had been drinking heavily, and were capable of anything.

"Not until you give us a sample of your fuckin' pussy," the blond said leeringly as he stumbled forward and nearly crashed into Sheila.

"Ohhhhhh!" Sheila cried as she pushed the boy back as hard as she could. He reeled around drunkenly, finally falling down the three wooden steps to the rose bushes below.

"Fuck! That bitch's made a fool of Sam. Let's get her!" the dark-haired boy shouted to his friends.

"Don't you touch me!" Sheila said threateningly, backing like a trapped animal into her house. She wanted to run out and help John. But she knew she couldn't get past the group that had banded together and was stalking her in her own home.

"Bend over bitch," a red-haired fat boy whispered huskily as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a short, thick cock. "Bend over and take this in the ass!"

"Police! Police!" Sheila screamed, at the top of her lungs.

"Somebody shut her up or she'll have the cops crawlin' all over the place," the red-haired boy shouted as he jumped forward and grabbed Sheila tightly around the right wrist.

"Mom! MOM!" John screamed from the front porch. But Sheila couldn't say anything. The red-haired boy had moved behind her, pinning her arms tightly to her asscheeks while the other two boys began to rip the nightie off her struggling body.

"Waiting for Johnny boy to get home? Boy, you didn't expect us," the red-haired boy panted as he hunched his fat hips forward, jabbing his hot stubby cock hard against the tight crevice that ran between Sheila's firm asscheeks.

"Ugh! Let me go," Sheila pleaded as the two boys tore her nightie roughly away from her body.

"Hey, let's fuck her at the same time," the red-haired boy said as he reached down suddenly with both hands and grabbed Sheila's asscheeks roughly, pulling them apart and revealing the puckered brown ring of her asshole.

"OHHHHH!" the woman cried out in surprise. But Sheila realized at the same time that her arms were free suddenly.

"Hey, watch out!" one of the boys cried out. But it was too late for the red-haired boy. Sheila reached over to the coffee table and picked up a heavy, crystal ashtray. Before he could duck, Sheila managed to slam the tray hard against the boy's forehead.

"UGH!" he cried out, reeling backward and gabbing at the gaping wound on his forehead.

"Shit! Let's get out of here! They're all crazy!" one of the boys yelled as he ran behind the still-swinging Sheila and grabbed his bleeding friend.

"You bastards! Bastards! I'll kill every one of you motherfuckers if you don't get out of here!" Sheila cried out like a mad woman.

"Get Sam out of those bushes and let's get the hell out of here!" one boy cried as he ran down the porch steps.

"What about him?" one of the boys holding John asked.

"Let him go. She's probably got a gun in there!" the red-haired boy wailed from the street.

"Take this for Mommy, Johnny boy," the husky blond hissed as he clenched his fist and sent it crashing into John's muscular belly.

"Ugggghhhh!" John cried out, clutching at his belly as he crashed to the porch below.

"Johnny! Johnny!" Sheila screamed out as she ran out of the living room and onto the porch.

"Better h-help me up and into the house," John grunted as he staggered to his feet.

"Ummmp! You're heavy," Sheila groaned playfully, trying to sound cheerful as she helped her son into the living room. "I'd better call the doctor to see…"

"Don't, Mom!" John protested as he crashed down to the couch and rubbed his stomach. "I'm okay, really. And besides, we don't want any more publicity than we've got right now," John said as he tried to smile at his mother.

"Oh, Johnny! What happened out there? Why did those boys do that?" Sheila wailed as she sat down on the chair facing the couch.

"They've been buggin' me and Bob in school for a long time now," John admitted as he stared lovingly into his mother's eyes.

God! Sheila moaned to herself as she felt an increasingly powerful tingle spread upward from her stiffening clit to her belly and on up to her swelling tits. Her palms were growing damp with nervous perspiration, and she could feel a rush of hot wet heat blow out from her fattening labes. Sheila gently ground her thighs together, rubbing the fat, slippery edges of her snatchlips together as she tried to scratch the growing itch in her twat.