Chapter 9
Next morning I decided to drop by Julie's place to see how James was getting on. I was still tired when I got into the car. Bob had kept me up half the night with his entreaties, but I had been as firm as he was. No sex until he promised to spend more time at home with me, i.e. until he promised to fuck me regularly instead of when he felt like it. Nothing had been settled. He was mad, I was mad, and sleeping in the same bed had been much like living in different Berlin sectors.
When I reached Julie's apartment I heard the stereo blasting away in there, and I had to bang until my hand hurt before anyone noticed I was out there. James opened up. He had on a bathrobe, open, showing his cock and balls. "What if I had been the police?" I asked hypothetically. He couldn't hear me and I had to walk across the living room to turn the stereo down before he could. "I thought you were the cops," he said nonchalantly.
The place was a mess and his cock looked red raw. There were beer cans all over the apartment and James had a lighted cigarette between his fingers. Clearly Julie was making a man out of him, and very soon she'd turn him into an old man. I had to get him out of there somehow but I could tell by his obstinate expression that he had no intention of doing anything I wanted. Still, I asked if he wanted to come and live on the farm. "The farm?" he said, wrinkling his nose. "What, and walk knee-deep in pig shit every day? No thanks, I'm happy here."
"Okay, I just wanted to know how you felt about that." I stood up and made to leave. James didn't get up. Julie came out of the bathroom at that moment and when she saw me she lowered her eyes. She was nude and her hair looked as if it hadn't been washed in a month. "Aren't you supposed to be at work today?" I asked her.
She bit her Up and failed to answer for a moment or so, then she looked up defiantly and said: "Your son and I have been too busy fucking. So I quit the job and we're getting by on savings. If you want to help us out we'd appreciate it."
"You're both crazy," I said and walked out. It was easy to walk out but not so easy to forget. My poor boy! AH this had happened because I hadn't been able to control my desires. It was my fault and I would have to pay for it. But how? He couldn't be treated like a boy anymore, not since he'd had a taste of sex. WeU, if my plan misfired I'd be joining him soon enough. I sighed and drove back to the farm to see if Gene was around.
I found him in the shed which housed some of the farm machinery and all the tools and spare parts for them. He was under a tractor and did things to it that totally mystified me. "Isn't it running?" I asked sociably, bending down to look.
"Goddamn thing's blown a gasket," he said tersely, and pushed himself out from under the engine. "I'll have to order one and wait for it to arrive before it can be used again." Gene had on overalls and he was covered in grease. He looked at himself in disgust. "Look at that, filthy all over and I'm supposed to be going into town this afternoon! I'm never going to get this shit off."
I heard opportunity knocking loud and clear. "Oh, I can help you there," I said quickly. "Come on, let's go up to the bath and I'll get this stuff off you in a jiffy."
The rangy, serious boy turned to face me and his grey eyes bored into mine as if looking into my motives. "Very well," he said after a brief pause. "If you don't mind, I certainly don't. Besides, I guess it's time we got used to you being the new mother."
That wasn't exactly what I had in mind but it was sweet of him to put it that way. "I'd rather be your friend," I said, walking out of the shed with him. "How old are you now, Gene, seventeen, eighteen?" He nodded. "Well, that's too old to be adopting new mothers. Just as long as I'm part of the family, that's all that counts."
"You got it." Once in the bathroom he hesitated. "Are you sure you don't mind? I mean you won't be shocked or anything?"
"I'll be all right." He flipped the braces of his overalls over his shoulders and they sagged to the floor. That left him with only his boots and a T-shirt on. I pretended not to be looking but while I turned the hot and cold taps on I managed to check if he took after his father or his mother. He was on Daddy's side! What a lovely dong he had dangling between his legs! My mouth watered and I wondered how quickly I could make him see things my way. While the water poured into the tub he took off the rest of his garb and sat on the toilet seat to wait for the tub to fill. There was too much noise in the bathroom to make conversation so he sat there and I went about my business, adding bath salts and getting out the vaseline to loosen the grease. It was deadly still when I turned off the water. Gene came over and carefully stepped into the water. I was on my knees by the side of the bath, stirring the water to make sure he wouldn't strike any hot or cold patches. For a delicious moment his cock dangled within inches of my face and I had the chance to observe every detail of it. I realized at that moment that even without a grudge against Bob I would have gone after my stepsons. They were just too good to resist!
"How's that, hot enough?" I asked when he lowered his ass slowly into the foaming waters. He nodded and clenched his teeth. At last he let go of the sides of the tub and right away a wave of hot water splashed over the side and soaked my jeans. I had deliberately filled the tub to that level for that purpose. "Oh dear!" I exclaimed, jumping up and brushing at the wet material. "What a nuisance! Wait a minute, let me take them off, I hate wet clothes, don't you?"
"Yes, I guess," he said. I gave him the vaseline to apply to the dirty sections of his body, and shed my jeans. Luckily I had put on a pair of panties or I wouldn't have been able to discard my jeans so early in the piece. As it was my stepson got a good look at my pubic bulge and the outline of my cheeks, enough to tantalize him but not enough to forewarn him.
"That's good, now let me scrub you clean." I said. With a brush and soap I got to work on him, scrubbing his hands and arms cruelly. He didn't protest but he winced now and then. Where the grease disappeared there was red skin. It was a sensual experience for me but there was no way of telling how he felt about it. I would have to be a little bolder to get a response. "Hey, stepson," I said in my best California-casual tone of voice, "how long has it been since someone scrubbed your back?"
"Years and years," he sighed. Ah, the lad was willing!
"Then turn away and let me into the tub," I said as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a stepmother to jump into a boy's tub. He obeyed and sat with his face averted while I took off my shirt, bra, and panties. He didn't dare look around when I got into the tub. Another wave splashed to the floor, neither of us cared. The brush foamed with soap and I applied it to his back with the same verve as before, rubbing and scrubbing, telling him to bend forward, raise his arms, until the moment came when he would have to lift a little. "Would you sit on your knees for a while, Gene, so I can do the rest for you?"
"Are you sure ... oh, okay," he said. His ass came up out of the water, a tight ass, two hard-muscled buns that didn't yield even when I scrubbed them hard. I smeared more soap on his skin and worked it into the split between his cheeks with my fingers. That area was too sensitive to take scrubbing! Gene leaned forward and let me have my way with him. That was the sign of surrender I had been waiting for. Now my fingers roved without discretion, soaping his balls, his cock, digging into his asshole aided by soap, but neither of us said a word. He couldn't face me yet and I was glad of it. This gave me a chance to foreplay him into a state beyond reason.
When he was covered in soap I took the shower attachment in hand and moved the nozzle close to his skin before turning on the water full blast. A strong, concentrated stream washed away the soap but that wasn't enough. I directed the stream into his asshole where it splattered and spat and made him shake with indefinable feelings. He seemed to like it. I reached between his cheeks and parted them further with thumb and finger to open his asshole up a little, and pointed the nozzle right at it. At the same time I reached under him and felt for his cock. It wasn't dangling anymore, it stood up straight and pulsed with life!
"Stop! This is like an enema!" he yelled.
"Don't you like that?"
"I don't know, no, take it away," he said, pushing at the nozzle. I redirected the stream to hit my pussy and at once a mad rush coursed through me, Technicolor sensations that made me dizzy. I lifted my pussy further out of the water so that the stream hit it straight on and my clitoris responded frantically. Gene turned around and stared at my cunt with the same serious expression he always wore. He had sat down again but the tip of his dick stuck out like a buoy on the surface, and it was to that tip that I dedicated my masturbation. The water felt so good, so smooth and yet so firm, that I didn't want to take it away from myself. But for his sake I turned it off and laid it aside. "What do you think?" I asked him.
"I think you're beautiful and exciting ... and that my father would kill me if he found us together like this."
"And what are you going to do about these thoughts?"
"I'm going to get out of here right now," he said, and stepped out of the tub. He reached for a towel and for a moment I thought he was going to elude me. His big stiff cock was so close and yet so far away! "Then again, I'm as big as he is so why should I worry?" he said, pausing in the middle of his gesture.
"Good thinking. Bring your cock over here," I said. A dab of vaseline on his knob first. I smeared it on with care, savoring the feel of his hardness as it lost all its friction. Gene waited patiently for me to finish. He sure didn't show much emotion, I thought, but he had a nice businesslike way of going about his chores. As soon as his cock had been greased up he stepped back into the bath. I set the vaseline aside and opened my arms and legs to him, receiving him in style. He lay on top of me and his cock dove into me like a straying submarine. Smooth and easy, dipping into my body and pumping some water into my cunt at the same time. Bells rang in my head: SCORE! All my sons were now my lovers and the balance of power had shifted to favor me. Now let Bob try to assert his independence.
The water splashed all over the place while he fucked me, flooding the bathroom, probably leaking through to the room downstairs. A sense of reckless abandon took me over. I flung my legs about his waist and helped him down for each thrust, lifting my pussy up at him at the same time. Maximum impact! His cock thudded against my womb, his pubic bone banged into mine, and my clitoris received a crushing in between the two. It was all so slippery and sensual! Gene seemed content to let the fuck control the action. His hips moved to a steady beat, in, out, pump some water up me, sprite it out, loving me and washing me, and resting his head on my shoulder. His hands were on my tits and he squeezed them in time with his fucking. Out of the bathtub he might have been boring but in it he was exquisite. It was a mellow fuck, an easy motion from one climax to the next. The sloshing of the water, when I closed my eyes, made it like a fuck on the high seas.
"That's nice," I moaned, holding him tightly to me. "Make love to me, baby, nice and slow, dig in deep, oooohhh now you're doing it right, dig in, mmmmmmmmm! Oh yes, Gene, it feels so good, so thick! You're such a gentle man!"
"Am I now?" he said, and there was an edge to his voice. I looked up just in time to see him pushing away from me. His cock pulled out and water tried to fill the space without success. "Well, that was just the opening. Now I'll show you the real me!" So saying he picked me up and draped me over the side of the bath. The cold tiles pressed into my tits and my ass stuck out. A delicious thrill erupted, the knowledge that he could fuck me any way he wanted to and I would enjoy it. "See how you like this," he growled, jamming his cock into my asshole. "This is what I've wanted to do to you from the first. I've watched you walk around the house with that beautiful big ass of yours, I've watched your cheeks quiver under your jeans, I've seen your panties when you've bent down, and all I've been able to think about since then was your ass. I imagined it naked just as it is now, your meat rippling under the palms of my hand. Oh Jesus, it's much better in real life. Your ass is as tight as a fish's and your flesh, your beautiful flesh!"
The serious boy was losing his cool. His words ran together, he started to gibber, and all the while his cock pumped up me at a relentless, driving pace. The water and the vaseline had made his entrance and my reception easy. Already I felt the Shockwaves of the first anal climax but I didn't let on. "It hurts, Gene, you're too big for that!" I protested.
T know but I love it," he hissed, and then he lapsed into incoherence again. His hands kept on caressing the cheeks of my ass slowly, reverently, and I could tell he was watching the motion of my flesh very closely. It excited me deep down to have him pay homage to my femininity, and for that reason I kept imploring him to stop. Secretly I loved those long, piercing strokes, his cock rubbing against the inner walls with erotic friction, and the way he slammed his loins into my ass to make the flesh move more. The pain caused by the edge of the tub pressing into my chest started to get too much for me. Besides, it sopped me from breathing, so I began to slide over it bit by bit, carrying my humping lover with me. It went smoothly until my ass was over the edge. He almost lost his balance then but he was supported by me. I quickly stuck out a leg and held on, not wanting his cock to lose its place for a second. Slowly we got down on the floor, me on all fours, him hunched on top of me, arms locked under my armpits.
"Mmmmmm, I love the feel of your ass against my belly," he murmured, driving his cock in so deep that it knocked the wind out of me. "Come on now, mother dear, let's go the final round hard and fast! YEEEE-HAAAAAAA! RIDE 'EM COWBOY!" He managed to seat himself on my ass so that his cock remained inside. Both his hands grabbed hold of my hair and held the tresses like reins. His cock dug into my asshole from a very high angle so as to make his knob chafe along the floor of it, and the weight of his body resting on me put a terrific strain on me. But somehow it all came together in one giant thrill. He was humiliating me by riding me round and round the bathroom, and yet I crawled about happily while he sat high in the saddle. He hurt me by pulling my head back sharply with the reins and yet I whinnied obediently. Everything was worth keeping that big cock stuck up my ass! "GIDDYAP! YIPPEEEEEEE! COME ON, GIRL, GIT! EARN YOUR OATS!" He laughed shrilly and kept bumping up and down on top of me to make his cock rub the innards of my asshole into a fury of pleasure. He was playing too rough for me, I couldn't keep crawling about no matter how much I wanted to. My legs and arms gave way and I simply collapsed on the floor. Gene didn't seem to notice. He kept on fucking faster and faster, shoving his cock up my ass with all his strength and withdrawing it only an inch or so each time. The rat-a-tat plunges drove me way over the line. Climaxes burst out of me on all sides, others remained stuck and swelled up immensely so as to leave no room for breathing or thinking or even yelling! Then they popped and ripped to let great waves of emotion flood out, and I'd have a momentary respite before the next balloon reared up. My asshole felt red raw and bleeding but I didn't want him to stop. The pain blended so neatly with the pleasure that it became exquisite. Just to be sure he didn't overstay his welcome I started to contract my anal muscles, and pretty soon he was huffing and sweating and grunting, and not long after that he blew a wad worthy of a bull!
We lay on the cold, wet floor, silent now that all the action was over. Our breathing settled slowly. Every part of me was still running at double speed. When he withdrew his cock the pain began in all seriousness. My asshole felt like I'd shat tacks! I got out from under him and eased myself back into the tub to let it cool off. That didn't help much.
"I'm really sorry about this, Leona," Gene said out of the blue. T didn't mean for this to happen ... but I get carried away, you know?"
"You certainly did, and it was wonderful. Come here, let me kiss you," I said warmly. "You were a terrific lover, everything you did was right."
"Really?" His face lit up. "What a relief-you're not just saying that, are you?" When I shook my head he jumped up and began to towel himself down with energy. "Boy, the first time and you say I'm a good lover, that's really terrific!" "The first time?"
"Yeah, we don't get many opportunities around here. Dad doesn't like for us to go out with the kind of girls that put out. you see, he wants us to date respectable girls. Mel's the only one who gets it at all and that's because he knows this woman in town who lets him have whatever he wants."
"Do you know that woman?" I asked.
"No, he won't tell me who she is or where she lives, but she's a blonde and she's easy," he shrugged. I had a fair idea who that blonde was. I wanted to ask him more questions but someone rang the doorbell. Hurriedly I got out of the tub, dried myself down and wrapped a bathrobe about my naked person, then rushed down the stairs and opened up. My son stood on the stoop, his eyes on the ground, a bag in his hand.
"Well, well, the prodigal son," I said sardonically, "what's the matter, has the painted woman thrown you out?"
"I left her," he said with a touch of defiance. "That bitch was draining me. I couldn't turn around without her wanting to get laid again. That's not normal, is it Ma? I mean, not all women want it ten times a day, do they?"
"Certainly not," I said, a little wistfully perhaps. "Anyway, come in and we'll try to work all this out together." I heard Gene upstairs mopping the bathroom floor. James and I went into the kitchen and I made him some lunch. He told me about his time with Julie and it wasn't a pretty story. They had lived on pizza and soda and spent each and every day in the apartment, either fucking or working up to the next one. James looked pale and thin and I was glad he could live on a farm to get back his health. He no longer wrinkled his nose at the idea of wading into the pigshit, either. Julie had taught him a lesson that he wouldn't have taken from me.
When Gene came downstairs he was dressed in his best suit, and he gave no hint of what had gone on before James arrived. Suspicious people might have connected my wet hair with his, but James was too busy eating. They met and shook hands but Gene had to rush to get to town on time. The bathroom, I found out later, had been cleaned immaculately. Obviously he was a person who could be trusted to always be discreet .. . but what I needed was a little less discretion! My whole plan was worth nothing but fun unless Bob found out about it. How could I get it across to him? How could I let my stepsons know that they had each had a turn on me? No matter how hard I thought, not one idea arose. But then Bob made the final mistake, the one that inspired me.
He called just before dinner to say he wouldn't be home until late. It was business, of course, but I saw the boys exchange winks and besides that I knew he had no business except funny business to attend to. That was the straw that broke the back of my reservations. Bob would find out the hard way. As soon as the dishes had been cleared and washed, I brought out beer and liquor, set it all up in the center of the living room and told my sons we were going to party.
"We're celebrating the return of my son," I said, pouring their glasses full to the brim. "Bottoms up, everyone, we're one big happy family now!" They responded with a rousing cheer and lifted then-glasses high before they downed the drinks. Someone turned on the radio, they helped themselves to my cigarettes, and curtains were drawn. It was an instant party.
After a few rounds of drinks, I decided to make the big announcement. "I have a secret to tell you all," I said, looking directly at Tony. "Now I don't want any hurt feelings because of this, you all must understand that I love every one of you with all my heart. However, I have made love with each one of you, and if you didn't know that I must thank you for being able to keep a secret for so long."
There was a stunned silence. The brothers and my son eyed each other with a mixture of emotions. I wondered if I had made a mistake, were they grown up enough for this? Then Gene said: "I must have been the last one but somehow I don't care. Viva Mother!"
"Viva Mother!" they shouted. Even Tony had forgiven me. He rushed up and planted a kiss on my cheek while the others applauded. The music was turned up louder, more drinks were poured. I felt the alcohol burn in my belly, giving off intoxicating fumes that clouded my mind. What good boys they were, what super-sons! They deserved a treat: me! I finished my drink and jumped into the middle of the floor.
"Put on a raunchy record, Mel," I said, "something to strip by. Tonight I am giving my body to you all as a present, for being the best sons a mother could have!" Much applause. Mel put on my kind of music, smooth with a kick to it, and right away I began to sway before my audience. All I had on was a dress and panties, and I would have to make the best of that. It was shortly before nine. Bob wouldn't be home for another hour. How I teased them with my dress. Even when it was undone and just hanging off my shoulders, I went through a long routine of squeezing my tits and rubbing my nipples against the material, and the boys loved it. Slowly I lowered it, revealing more and more tit. Their flush grew with every inch. They drank and whistled and clapped, sitting in a tight circle about me, and I turned and danced for them as best I could. The erotic side of the situation was overwhelming! The air in the room was hot and stuffy, too many cigarettes, too many people, but it all helped to create the right atmosphere. Already I saw movement in their laps, pants bulged and strained to contain their manhood, and with my eyes brushing over those sensual bulges I continued my act.
The dress was around my waist and I was doing all sorts of things with my tits. I bent over and let them dangle free, shaking them from side to side, straightening up to make them roll like jelly puddings on my chest, and brushing them along the boys' faces. They reached out to touch them but I dodged their eager hands easily. When I had stretched that to the limit I let the dress go down further, a few teases, rubbing myself with the material, pretending to be coming (or was it a pretense?), and finally I let it go. The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it, left only with my panties and an enthusiastic audience.
"Viva Mother!" they shouted. Mel took off his shirt and languidly flexed his muscles in a stretch. The others followed suit. It was too hot! Their bare chests thrilled me deeply. I went from one to the other, perching on their laps for a few seconds and throwing my arms about their necks just like a real stripper. My thighs felt their hard knobs sticking up like presented arms, and my hands roved casually over their abdominal muscles, their pectorals, their nipples, all of it feeding my lust. My panties were clammy, stained wet around the crotch, and I made no secret of it. I pulled up the waistband so that the thin material was stretched to the utmost against my cunt, and I let them savor the outlines of my pussy for as long as they wanted. I gave them rear shots, I lay on my back on the floor and spread my legs, I walked up to them with my pubic bone pulsing at their faces, and I even let them run a hand along that wet diamond.
"Take them off!" they shouted. Hands were clapping, feet were stomping, all setting up a compulsive rhythm that overrode the music and got into my blood like jungle drums. "Take 'em off! Get 'em down!" Four pairs of burning eyes were glued to my body, four men were breathing heavily, they were hard for me, their fingers ached to touch me, and all that lust carried over to me to send me into crazy gyrations of passion. My panties came off somehow, and once I was naked I tripped the light fantastic without the slightest effort. I was shameless! I rubbed my pussy into faces, I flung myself at their feet, gave them samples of my juices on the end of my index finger, and they loved all of it. But the time had come when they could no longer sit by and watch. They had to have me!
I felt weak inside when I saw them get up as one. Clothes were removed, hard, large cocks reared up in a row, and suddenly I was a little frightened by the lustful, four-cocked monster I had created. Could I take so much loving? I backed away until the couch hit me behind the knees and made me sit down heavily. A second later they were all over me. Fingers probed and squeezed, someone kissed me, someone else sucked on my tits, and I couldn't see a thing. I was covered in an avalanche of male flesh, hard muscle, hair, the smell of sweat, and I swooned into a miasma of ecstasy. No, I couldn't take this much! Impossible! One man could drive me bananas on the grand scale, four could drive me permanently crazy!
"Please, boys, take it easy on me!" I groaned, pushing at their unyielding flesh. No one took any notice of me. One of them settled between my legs and started to eat my pussy with long licks and greedy sucks. Someone else took one of my tits into his mouth and bit into it with covered teeth, and another boy took the other tit. They snuggled up close and guided my hands to their hard dicks. But what was the fourth doing? It was James who stood up on the couch and leaned into me to feed me his cock. I was proud of him for his initiative. Below him the three brothers were sucking my tits and eating my pussy, but he stood high above them and began to slowly, surely, fuck my face.
I masturbated the boys beside me just hard enough to keep them good and hard for later. My need for a good solid fuck had expanded to include all of them and I wanted no wastage. My son had to be slowed down a bit. He was so anxious to blow that he was using my mouth like a wanton cunt, and so I closed my teeth around his shaft to the point at which he couldn't risk a sudden move. Instead of going fast he rested both hands on the back of the couch and eased his cock right down my throat, moving it back only to let me take a breath. For the rest he was more than happy to feel my warm spit and my tongue around it. It was curiously exciting to have him still in my mouth. All I got was the throbbing of his blood and the sheer bulk of his manhood, but that was enough to keep me hot. I also managed to identify the tit suckers: Tony and Gene had one each, so Mel had to be down on my pussy.
It turned out that he only wanted to prepare it for his penile assault. As soon as I was good and wet, and splayed wide open, he stood up, grabbed hold of my thighs, and hoisted my legs and ass up to where he could insert himself most deeply. His cock deep inside me was just what I needed for balance. Now my whole body was burning evenly, my tits, my mouth, my cunt, and every part in between. I pushed James back a little and let him rest his glans between my lips. I fondled his balls and stroked the firm little buns, but it was all done very absently. There was so much going on inside me that I couldn't focus on much else. Explosions of passion, long flows of delight, sometimes a spasm of pain from my abused asshole, and so much else that was simply beyond description. I let them have their way completely.
Mel came into me with a rush and promptly pulled out to empty his balls on my knees. Gene left my tit and took Mel's position. Once again I was lifted up like a piece of luggage and a long, thick cock entered the now over-lubricated channel of my cunt. For his sake I bore down on my cuntal muscles and he rewarded me with a battering that made his earlier rape seem genteel. I couldn't suck my son's cock anymore and he soon got wind of that. So he took Gene's place at my breast and sucked contentedly while waiting his turn.
How sweet it was! The boys worked so hard and all I had to do was lie back and come! Gene came and Tony hopped in. But he was too small to do much good in a spermy, distended pussy like mine. With a grim motion he lifted me up a bit further and stuck his cock up my ass. The pain almost canceled out all of the bliss they had given me. I let out a yell and hurriedly pulled back to get his cock out of me. But Tony followed me and when I stopped he was still going, so that his cock entered my asshole all the way. Luckily the generous deposits of sperm were leaking out and trickling down around my asshole, lubricating his cock until the pain faded out. Only James was at my tits now. The other two sat by and watched, idly stroking their cocks as if they were trying to start them up for the next round.
Tony finished with a flourish and they all sat back to watch my son mount me. James bravely stuck his cock into my pussy and started to bang away but I was just too big for him at that moment. Mel saw the boy's dilemma and at once he stepped forward to make a suggestion. "Hey, let's play doubles, James. What do you say, Leona, you want to he on the floor for this one?" I complied, moving painfully until I was in the right position for them.
Both boys lay at either side of me, facing each other, and they lifted one leg each over their hips. Then James stuck his cock back in me and waited.
I hadn't really figured out what they intended to do but when Mel pulled my pussy open and maneuvered his cock toward it, I began to see what he meant by doubles. With a deep sigh of contentment I lay back and relaxed totally. The thick cock worked its way in alongside the slender one and suddenly I had more up me than was feasible. My flesh strained to contain them, and when they started to move back and forth in time I thought they were going to rip me open.
"How's that, better?" Mel asked James. James nodded, red-faced, hard as a rock and clinging to me to get the necessary leverage for his dick. It was a brotherly thing to do, I thought, and then I gave in utterly to the strong sensations welling up in my belly. I drifted into a whole new region, self-forgetful, almost neutral corner in the realm of ecstasy in which I turned into a complete cunt and large creatures shaped like dicks kept diving and disappearing into me. The boys fucked me for as long as they wanted and somehow managed to come together. Gene got on top of me and fucked me with nothing but self-indulgence. He held the cheeks of my ass hard together so my cunt dilated around his cock, and sprinted all the way to the finish. I'd had enough.
"Someone get me a wet towel," I said from my prone position on the floor. Tony got one for me and I gingerly dabbed at my pussy and asshole with corners of it. Sperm still dribbled out of me in thick globules, soaking into the carpet and leaving pale marks. Gene and Mel picked me up and laid me out on the couch, then lit a cigarette for me and let me sip their drinks. I wrapped the towel about my loins like a diaper and relaxed.
"What the hell is this!" Bob stood in the doorway and bellowed his question at the world at large. "Are you having an orgy? Are you all mad? Leona, would you mind telling me what you're doing here?"
"The boys and I were bored in your absence," I said tiredly, "so we decided to play parlor games. We had a lot of fun, didn't we boys?"
"We sure did," said they, and faced Bob-a united front.
"This is an outrage!" stormed Bob. "Everybody get out of here, go up to your rooms, I want to talk to my wife! Go on, get!" No one moved. The boys sat down, folded their arms, and gazed calmly at the head of the household. "What's the matter, do I have to kick you upstairs!" he yelled.
"Try it," said Mel coldly, and Gene seconded that. Bob lost his confidence at that point. He looked at his sons, at James, and at me, and suddenly he realized that he was just another member of the family, that he had no special powers and that he had a choice of liking this new situation or lumping it.
"Well, so that's how the wind blows," he said -indecisively. He sat down beside me and poured himself a drink. "You prefer them to me, is that it, Leona?"
"No, I love you all," I said, and added: "in fact, I love you a lot more than that blonde harlot does." He looked at me silently but I knew that he had received my point. "Come on, Bob, don't spoil our fun. You won't go short, I promise you. It'll always be you first."
He was relieved but not convinced. Still, that was enough for me for the time being. There would be plenty of time to bring him around, and no matter what he did I would always have my four strapping sons near me. Bob must have seen that, too, because he suddenly raised his glass to me and said: "Well, the family that sleeps together, keeps together."
"And so say all of us," I said.