M. Jacobs: Incest wife

While Mike stood outside steaming with anger and disgust, his horny wife was steaming with insatiable lust for her two sons. She lay on her back in the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping with the hot juices of her lust. She had already let her sons lick and suck her cunt and had done the same to their eager young cocks. She had already taken more than one load of hot cum into her ever-ready pussy from each of her willing fuckers. She felt as if she could go on fucking and sucking all night, and she knew that her sons could keep it up as long as she could.

"Put your cock in me again! Hurry! I want to be filled with it again! Stretch my pussy! Fuck me! Make me drip with juice again! Screw the fucking piss out of me!" the horny mother cried in a voice high and filled with emotion, a voice that easily carried beyond the door.

"Take it! Take my cock! Suck it right into your pussy! Move that cunt! Squeeze that fuckin' cock in there!" a voice rasped, a voice that sounded young, very young. Young or not, Mike was going to make the bastard wish he had never met Angela.

Ready for anything that might happen, or at least thinking he was, Mike kicked open the door and rushed into the room. When Mike saw what was happening in the bed, his arms, set to throw punches, fell at his sides. He stared in disbelief. There were two boys in bed with his wife, boys of no more than fifteen or sixteen. One of them was positioned between her legs, his cock obviously impaled in her cunt. Her legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, holding his body close to her. The other boy was straddling her and thrusting his cock into her sucking mouth. It was enough of a shock already, but when the boys turned around and stared wild-eyed at him, he almost keeled over. They were his own sons!

When the boys realized that they had been caught in the act, they scrambled off the bed and stood against the wall as if afraid to move a muscle. Their dad had never laid a hand on them in anger, but then again, he had never caught them fucking their mother before either. They didn't know what to expect.

When Angela saw her husband standing at the door, she screamed and clamped her hand over her mouth, as if to stifle any further cries that might escape her lips. She suddenly wondered how she could ever have thought that she could keep her activities with Thad and Randy a secret from her husband. It was inevitable that they be found out eventually, and now she had to deal with the consequences, and she had to deal with them quickly.

It was then that something quite unexpected happened to Angela. She suddenly felt laughter, not tears, welling up inside her. As she looked at her husband and saw the totally wiped-out look on his face, she couldn't help laughing. She could imagine how her sudden change in attitude and her new secretiveness had added up in Mike's mind to an extramarital affair. But why had he been so upset with her? After all, he hadn't shown any interest in her sexually in a long time. It struck her as pathetic that Mike, who hadn't shown any interest in her at all for the longest time, should suddenly become the enraged husband ready to fight for his masculine pride. And if all of that wasn't funny enough, the poor man had to find that his wife had been taken away from him by his own teenage sons. Angela couldn't stifle a wicked giggle as she thought of the absurdity of it all. She had to take control now. She had to turn the disaster into something positive before it ruined what was left of their marriage, and hiding her feelings wouldn't help things a bit.

"Mike, darling! This is so funny!" she laughed. "Don't you see?"

"Funny? Funny? How can you say this is funny? Jesus Christ, Angela! You… you're fucking our sons! It… it's incest! How could you?" Mike stammered.

"Oh, Mike. It's nothing. It's really nothing. We were just having a bit of good dirty fun! It hasn't hurt the boys a bit, and it certainly hasn't hurt me. Isn't that right, darlings? Haven't we been enjoying ourselves these few weeks?" Angela asked in a matter-of-fact voice that she hoped would calm her understandably frightened boys.

"Sure, Mom… uh… yeah… sure… we… uh… we've been havin' a good time. We didn't mean any harm, honest, Dad! It… uh… it just kinda happened…" Randy said, unable to look his father in the eye.

"You see, Mike. It's not as terrible as you might think." Angela smiled, still lying in bed as naked as the day she was born.

"But why? Why, Angela?" Mike asked, his eyes roving wildly over her naked body, which she made no effort to cover up. It was as if she had not a trace of shame about the dirty things she had been doing with the boys.

"You don't know, darling?" she asked. "Come here, boys. That's all right, darlings, don't worry. Just come to me. I want to show your father why I've been spreading my legs for you."

Mike watched Thad and Randy dutifully stand by her side. She boldly reached out her silken hands and began fondling their young cocks and balls. Mike couldn't quite believe the brazen display of incestuous lust she was putting on for him. She squeezed and stroked the boys' young pricks as if she had done it many times before. The boys seemed awfully embarrassed, but they stood there anyway, as if entranced by her. It wasn't long before the erections they had lost earlier were standing in front of them again.

"There, Mike! See?" she said, turning the boys so that their father could better see what she had done to their eager cocks. "See how lusty they are, Mike? See how quickly their big beautiful cocks stand up for me? They love what I have to offer them, Mike! They're always ready to fuck me. They're not tired after working all day and half the night at the office. They don't just lie there all limp and lifeless when I suck their cocks and get them ready to plunge into my pussy. They're always horny. They're just the way you used to be, Mike!" Angela said, still lying there with her legs spread, with her cunt dripping.

"I… I didn't know it meant that much to you… I…" Mike stammered, realizing now for the first time that he had cruelly neglected his beautiful and sex-hungry wife.

"It means a great deal to me, Mike. I love you, but I need more than the kind of love you've been giving me lately. I need the kind of love Thad and Randy have been giving me. I need the kind of love you used to give me, Mike!"

"I can still give it to you, Angela," Mike said, stirred into a new state of consciousness by the shock he had just experienced.

"Can you, darling? Then come and show me!"

"In… in front of…" Mike stammered, his cock rising in his pants in spite of his reluctance.

"It's all right, darling. I don't think you'll corrupt their impressionable young minds. I think I've already taken care of that. Haven't I, boys?" she asked with a wicked smile. "And how!" Randy said.

"And you've loved every minute of it, haven't you?" she asked, still stroking the boy's rigid cock.

"We sure have! Are you gonna fuck Mom, Dad?" Randy asked.

Mike stood silently for a minute or two, trying to decide what to do. She was right about one thing. She had already taught the boys everything they needed to know about sex. Mike remembered how great she was in bed, and if she had taught them even part of what she knew, the boys had to have had a wild time of it. Mike let his cock decide what to do eventually. His big prick had gotten as hard as a rock in his pants. It was the first time in many many months that he had gotten even the smallest hard-on. Mike wondered for a second or two why he was so suddenly affected by his wife's lusty beauty after so long.

Maybe it was the shock of discovering her in bed with their two boys. Maybe it was the mental turmoil that Mike had been going through since he had realized that she was seeing someone. Or maybe it was simply the bizarre sexual situation in which he now found himself that turned him on so powerfully. Whatever the cause of his excitement, Mike knew that he had to show Angela, and the boys too, that he still had what it took to make a woman happy.