M. Jacobs: Incest wife

"We sure like eating your pussy, Mom," Randy said, his cock jerking between his legs.

"I think I'd like to eat you boys for a while. Let me have your big stiff cocks! They are stiff for me, aren't they?" Angela asked her two eager boys.

"Shit, yeah, Mom! Look at that!" Randy stood up and shoved his distended prick in his mothers pretty face.

"Mmmmmm!" she groaned. "It looks luscious. Just look at the slippery fuck juice dripping out of it! It's so big and hot and hard! I just have to taste it!"

With that, Angela wrapped her silky fingers around the slick shaft of her son's cock and pulled it even closer to her mouth. She blew a stream of cool moist breath over the naked head of the boy's cock and then drew her tongue over the end of it, catching a droplet of crystal clear presum and carrying it to her mouth.

"It's so hot and salty! I just love it, darling!" she cooed, licking her lips and squeezing his prick lovingly.

"Look at mine, Mom," Thad said, pushing the dripping shaft of his cock against her silken cheek.

"My God! It looks even bigger than ever, Thad! You seem to get bigger and stiffer each time we do this!" she said, her eyes twinkling as she stared at her son's prick.

The boys moved closer to her and pushed their aching cocks into her mouth. She sucked first one and then the other in turn, running her tongue up and down their naked cocks until she thought they were about to come. Then when she felt their balls tensing and their cocks getting suddenly harder, she pulled away and waited a few seconds. She managed to keep her two young sons on their toes for quite some time. While she sucked their pricks, she played with the slickened lips of her seething cunt, keeping herself and her boys at the peak of sexual excitement.

"I want to suck both of you at once, boys," she said. "Put both of your cocks together for me. That's right, darlings. Now be gentle with me. They're so big and hard that I'd choke on them if you weren't gentle with me."

Angela managed with the greatest of difficulty to take both glistening cockheads into her mouth. She felt her cheeks bulging as the heads of her sons' cocks filled her mouth. She felt them throbbing inside her mouth, felt the boy gently but urgently trying to push their cocks down her throat.

Randy reached down and rubbed his mother's cheeks with his hands. He could feel his cock and his brother's pounding away inside his mother's mouth.

"Suck it for me, Mom! Take it all the way in there! Please suck me! Don't stop yet, Mom! Keep sucking it!" Randy pleaded, afraid that at any minute she might pull away and delay his much-needed orgasm again.

"Yeah, Mom! Suck 'em! Suck our fuckin' cocks! Make us both shoot it, Mom! I gotta come, Mom! My balls are hurtin' something awful, Mom! I gotta shoot it off!" Thad rasped, pushing his prick farther into her sucking mouth.

Thad and Randy both thought they were going to fill their mother's pretty mouth with cum, but they were mistaken. Just when both boys' cocks were about to shoot a huge volume of hot jism down her sucking throat, she pulled away and smiled up at them, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight.

"Oh, Mom! Please, Mom! Let us shoot! My balls ache!" Thad begged, reaching down and rubbing his swollen nuts.

"It feels good, doesn't it, darling?" she said in a lusty voice. "I want you to stay all hard and horny for me, lovers. I'm going to take those big stiff cocks into my pussy, boys. I'm going to keep you hard until you make my pussy flood again and again!"

Angela stood up and reached out to wrap her fingers around her son's cocks. She pulled them playfully along with her into the living room where they could play their incestuous games in greater comfort. It wasn't long before the boys and their mother were busily involved in a wildly abandoned fuck that went on and on all afternoon and into the evening.

The three were rolling together on the floor, tickling each other and playing with each other when the phone rang. Angela was still giggling and the boys were still laughing when she picked up the receiver.

"Hello!" she giggled. "Stop it, you're tickling me! Hello! Who is it? Boys, stop it! Hello?"

"Who was it, Mom?" Randy asked, dipping his hand between her legs and diddling her downy pussy.

"A wrong number I suppose," she said. "Who cares anyway?" she laughed. "Catch me if you can! First one to catch me gets to put his prick in my little asshole!"

The boys ran after their mother, watching the full firm cheeks of her ass bounce enticingly as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. The boys knew that there were many hours of wild fun ahead of them that night.

Mike stepped out of the phone booth and shook his head in disbelief. There was something odd going on in that house. Mike could feel it. And there was something in the sound of Angela's voice that affected him strangely. The excitement in her voice was strangely familiar to him. It was the same tone of voice that he remembered from the wild times they had had together before the spark had gone out of their sex life.

Mike still remembered the lust in her voice as they playfully teased each other before plunging into a long wet fuck. It was the same girlish but seductive little giggle he remembered. Something had to be going on at home and he had to find out exactly what that something was. He drove the short distance from the bar where he had been waiting all day, all the while trying to figure out who his wife had gotten involved with.

The more Mike thought about the situation, the angrier he became. He realized now that he had made a big mistake in neglecting Angela and devoting all his attention, and all his passion, to his business. He understood now that Angela must have suffered terribly having to live with a workaholic. But understanding didn't make him any less upset. How could Angela have the nerve to bring the bastard into his own house? For all he knew, Angela and her secret lover were fucking in his own bed.

The drinks he had thrown down during the day swirled in his head as he parked the car a block down the street from the house. He didn't want anyone to hear the car pulling into the driveway. He had to pay Angela and her new-found fucker a surprise visit. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do when he confronted them, but the way he felt, he knew there would be a fight.

Mike wondered when he reached the house why there was no strange car in the driveway. He wondered why the boys' bicycles were still there. He knew they never went anywhere without their bikes. For a minute he began to doubt that anything was wrong. Surely Angela would have sent the boys away if she had been planning to see another man. Mike almost turned around and went back to the car, but then he remembered the giggles he had heard on the phone and decided that the boys must have been sent off to a movie or something just to get them out of the way.

Mike was fighting mad when he reached the front door. The alcohol swirled in his head along with visions of what he would do to the man he knew she was fucking. He almost used his key to open the front door, but decided to use the back door instead. He had to get control of himself and be as quiet and cool as possible if he was catch them in the act.

Mike sneaked in the back way and carefully made his way to the living room where he saw clothes lying on the floor, apparently dropped where they had been removed. She couldn't even wait to get to a bed, Mike thought, his anger building by the second. His fists clenched, the jealous husband ran up the stairs and stood for a moment outside the bedroom. He could hear her giggling with obvious delight even now. He could hear them fucking on his bed, and from the moans and groans they were making, they had to be having a wild time. They sounded more like a trio of fuckers. Mike couldn't remember when he and Angela had made so much noise fucking.