James Barton - Daddys tempting twins

As Jim finished, she sighed deeply. "Sure why not? We haven't had any company for some time."

Jim hung up the phone. "She's drinking again, maybe we'd better call it off…"

"Man… she'll be okay. You'll see," Mike replied. "I'll tell Trish and Trina I'm spending the night with you."

It was dark by the time Jim and Mike reached Jim's home. Mike's body was tense with anticipation. Jim opened the front door and he followed him in. The house was dark. As they entered, Thelma called out to them from the family room.

"S'at you, honey?"

Jim winced at his mother's, slurred tone. He hated it when she drank so heavily, but it was only a periodic thing and he had learned to live with it since his father's death.

"Yeah, it's us, Mom."

They paused by the double doors of the den.

Mike looked in. In the dim light he could see Thelma lying on the recliner; she was dressed in a short housecoat and her legs were crossed. "Hi, Mrs. Garrison… hope you don't mind my coming over tonight?"

Thelma waved her hand limply. "Course not… Hogan's always welcome here," she said, giggling. Sitting up then, she gestured toward the kitchen. "I didn't know if you'd be hungry, Jim… there's things for hamburgers if you want."

Jim nodded and turned his face in shame as his mother spilled part of her drink into her lap.

"Oh, damn!" she swore, lifting the hem of her housecoat.

Mike gasped as the woman exposed her thighs. He could see the dark triangle of her pubic bush as she sat up, and his prick twitched in his pants.

"Come on…" Jim said, pulling Mike towards the kitchen, "I'll fix you a hamburger."

After they had eaten, Mike looked toward the kitchen door as Thelma entered. She wobbled toward the refrigerator, opened it and took out ice for a fresh drink. She cast a sidelong glance at her son who dropped his eyes sheepishly. The recall of the night before lay heavily on her mind and she was determined to learn if she had dreamed it – or if she had actually had sex with her own son.

Turning, Thelma smiled at the boys. "Why don't you two join me in the den… s'lonesome in there…"

Jim's face burned brightly as he noticed his mother's housecoat opened nearly to her waist. He could see the swell of her full tits as she closed the door of the refrigerator and he felt the same rush of excitement that he had felt the night before.

Mike swallowed thickly as the woman smiled at him. Fucking his sisters had been one thing, but a grownup woman was something else. He licked his lips and shrugged as Thelma walked from the kitchen.

"Come on, man… your mom said she was lonesome."

Jim glanced at the bulge in Mike's pants. He owed this to his friend, he felt – after all, he had fucked both of Mike's sisters that morning. Turning off the light, Jim led the way to the den. The television was on, but the sound was turned too low to make out what the news commentator was saying.

Thelma gestured with her glass. "Come over here, honey…" She noticed the bulge in Mike's pants as he started to sit across from her. "You too, Mike… plenty of room here on the couch."

The boys sat on either side of the woman and Mike was overwhelmed. As he turned his head, he could see one tit frilly as it pressed against the thin material of her housecoat. As she crossed her legs, the garment opened to display her full, soft thighs and Mike looked away quickly.

Draining her glass, Thelma felt the full effects of the alcohol she had consumed during the day. Her head buzzed lightly and she had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. But the feeling was not from the liquor she had drunk – she had been straightening up Jim's room earlier that day and had found a half a dozen magazines.

She thought again of the lewd pictures she had looked at, then the recall of the night before came upon her full force. She glanced to her right and saw Jim pretending to watch TV. There was a telltale bulge in his pants, too, and Thelma made up her mind.

Picking up the remote-control unit, she flicked the TV off. She leaned forward and moved a newspaper aside. She picked up the stack of magazines she had found in Jim's room.

"Ah, I was cleaning today, honey…" she said in a slurred tone. "And I found these in your room…"

Jim's face was ashen as he saw the dirty books in his mother's hand.

"Hey," she said, patting his knee. "It's okay… I just wanted to tell you that you don't have to hide them…" She laughed lightly. "I feel cheated – I like to look at them too."

Jim turned a surprised face to his mother. "You… you do? I mean, you're not sore, Mom?"

Thelma laughed again, but there was a nervous tone to her voice. "Of course I'm not sore, honey… do I look sore?"

She turned to Mike who was sitting open-mouthed – he was looking at the cover of the magazine on top.

"What about you, Mike… do I look like I'm angry?"

"Ummmm… no, Mrs. Garrison. Ah, you like to look at things like that?"

Thelma opened the magazine. The pages fell open to a woman on her hands and knees; a man knelt behind her fucking her, dog-fashion while another kneeled before her as she sucked his prick. "I… I think they're kind of exciting, don't you?" Thelma asked as she saw the boy's prick twitch in his pants.

"Man, you can say that again!" Mike exclaimed, moving closer to her.

Jim swallowed thickly as he saw his friend leaning against his mother. He, too, moved closer as she turned the page, and he sucked his breath in at the sight of the next picture: it showed a woman being fucked by two men – one had his prick up her ass and the other was fucking her cunt.

"Do… do people really do things like that, Mom?" Jim asked apprehensively.

Thelma looked at the picture and imagined herself as the woman; she could almost feel the two stiff pricks in her body and she squirmed on the couch. "Ah… I guess they do… at least these people do," she said, pointing to the picture.

Turning to Jim, she placed a hand on his leg. She sensed his tenseness and she smiled nervously.

"You know, I had the funniest dream last night… you boys like to hear about it?"

"Yeah, tell us, Mrs. Garrison…" Mike answered quickly.

"Jim?"

"Ah, yeah, I guess so," her son said haltingly.

"Well, I dreamed I was lying on my bed wearing nothing but a pair of silk stockings… and in this dream, someone came into my room and… and he fucked me in my sleep!"

Jim's face burned brightly as his mother recounted the scene in her room. Mike licked his lips and let his hand move to the woman's thigh as she spoke.

"… then, somehow, we were in bed together… he was lying on top of me with his… his head between my legs. He was…" she paused and moved a bit as she felt Mike's hand on her leg. "He was eating my pussy!"

"Umm, what were you doing, Mrs. Garrison… in the dream, I mean?" Mike asked her as he felt her move.

"I was sucking his prick… isn't that a silly dream?" she asked, laughing nervously. "I mean, nothing like that could actually happen in my own bedroom, now could it?"

Jim was highly excited by his mother's tale, but at the same time he was just a bit frightened. He had no idea what her purpose was for telling them. His first thought was that she was trying to trap him into an admission, but he could not be sure. "Sure… that's sort of stupid, Mom… who'd come into your room at night?"

"I wonder…" she said lowly, tossing the magazines to the table. "Do both of you know the story of Cinderella?"

The boys exchanged puzzled glances and both of them nodded.

"Well, I suppose we might try the same thing the prince tried with the glass slipper," she said. She reached over her shoulder to turn out the light. As the den was cast into darkness, Thelma unbuttoned her housecoat. "I only know two young men who might fit the bill, but I can't be sure which one is the boy in my dream… will you help me find out?"