Chapter 12
Now Bill wanted to prove to his mother that he was grown-up.
"If you don't believe I'm a man," he told her, "I'll slip my prick up your ass. That'll prove a thing or two."
"Ass fucking is for Gilda," his mother insisted. "That's not my bag."
"It just so happens I like to ass fuck," Bill told his. mother flatly.
"He's not gonna fuck mine," Bob laughed, "you're the one who's gonna get it, mom."
Alice knew it was true. And she didn't like the thought of it.
"Couldn't I jerk it off?" she suggested. "I'll put some baby oil on it and I'll pull it. Your father used to love that."
"I'm gonna do what I want to do," he told her. "Now I mean business. You get on all fours and I'll find some Vaseline and coat my cock with that damn stuff. Then I'm gonna come back and fuck your ass good."
It didn't take Bill long to find the Vaseline. He applied it to his cock until it glistened. Then he got behind her buttocks.
"I'll slide in slow," he promised.
"I hope so," she told him. "Your father was a rough crude man. He tried to ass fuck me when he was loaded one night and nearly split me in two."
"Damn it, quite talking about dad," Bill complained. "It reminds me I'm fucking my own mom."
"And you don't want to be known as a mother fucker," Bob chuckled.
"That's not funny," Alice complained.
At this point Bill's thick penis was slipping between her ass cheeks. Bill gripped her buttocks tightly. With a sudden hard stab he rammed it all the way up her rectum.
"Fuck it," he panted as he pumped it vigorously. "Fuck it."
Alice's ass muscles tightened. She churned her butt around while Bill went on plunging. "Slow your motor down, mom," he told her. "I want to make it last. It feels fantastic."
"I wish I could say the same thing," Alice told her son.
The way Bill was ramming it up her rectum was anything but pleasant. For he did have an enormous cock. More than that, he wanted to drive his pecker up her ass-hole the same way he would her pussy.
"Better slow down," Bob suggested.
Bill slowed the tempo of his cock stabs up his mother's ass-hole. But when she started wiggling he couldn't slow down at all. Instead he speeded up the tempo of his jabs and fucked furiously.
"Now I'm almost there," he panted. "Swing your ass. That's the way I like it. Fuck it. Fuck it."
He was ramming in deep driving cock stabs. All of the sudden his thick penis exploded.
"Yes, yes," he told her, "now, baby, now."
His hot penis exploded. She twisted her hips around. She squeezed her ass muscles to milk him.
"Ohhh, wild," he exclaimed as he finished fucking her behind.
Slowly he withdrew. Then he saw Bob standing there.
"I'm gonna fuck her, too," he told him. "You got her ass primed."
"Stop it," Alice protested, "you're turning this into a family orgy. I'm ashamed of myself."
"Be ashamed after I get my ass suck," Bob told her. "I've got to get my rocks off."
Alice stayed in the same position. Her other son mounted her. Bob discovered it was easy to slip his cock up her rectum. For Bill had provided ample lubrication with his cum load.
"Slips in smooth," he told his brother. "I guess you loosened her ass up for me. Thank you."
Alice didn't appreciate the way the boys were talking about her. They had turned something that she considered beautiful into something cheap and vulgar. Nevertheless, she wiggled her butt for Bob. She hoped he would get his rocks off quickly. For she didn't want any more of this wild screwing going on.
"Hurry up and get it over with," she finally protested.
Bob didn't appreciate being rushed. Nevertheless, he figured he might as well ram it up her ass-hole as hard as he could and get his gun off.
Thrusting his long thick penis right up her ass he felt her ass muscles twist and pull on his penis. It was an effective moment for it was bringing him to the point of climax.
"Fuck it," Bob panted as he gripped her buttocks and squeezed them. "Fuck. That's the way. Swing your butt. Oh, yes. I love it. You're tight tonight."
Bob went on driving his cock deeply into her buttocks. His balls slapped against her bottom as he rode into her. It was super that it was so slippery. There was one thing that he always disliked about ass fucking.
"You sure got this easy sliding," he told his brother as he went on riding up her rectum.
He couldn't take much more of this himself. A couple of stabs later his cock ejaculated.
"I'm cuming," he panted. "Oh, wild. Milk me."
She did the same for Bob as she'd done for Bill. She twisted her hips around and squeezed his cock in her ass.
A few more strokes and he eased himself out of her behind.
"Thank you," he told her as he slapped her buttocks.
The two boys went back to their bedrooms. Alice felt all slimy and dirty inside. It was awful being assaulted this way by her own sons. Yet she knew there was nowhere she could turn. For who could she tell that she had engaged in the awful evil act of incest. This haunted her. Sobs wracked her body as she recognized how guilty she was of committing incest. She knew they were teenagers and she was the molester. She tried to calm down but she couldn't. Finally she went up the stairs to their bedrooms. But she hesitated. She knew she couldn't tell them what was on her mind or in her heart. She went back downstairs, took a sleeping pill and went to sleep.
The next morning she said nothing about her feelings. The boys also said nothing. It was all as if nothing had happened the previous night. This gave her at least a feeling of relief. For it removed the shame and guilt.
Alice figured what she needed was a lover. If she could find a man to replace the love of her sons, she knew she would be better off. She called up a dating bureau.
"I need help," she told the girl who answered the phone, "and I wondered if you could help me locate a man."
"That's what we're here for," the woman told her. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I want him to be good looking," she began, "and I do hope he has an adequate income. I've been accustomed to a good lifestyle."
"All right," the girl told her. "If you'll come down here and let us photograph you, we'll put you in the file. How does that sound?"
"Fine, but what will it cost me?"
"We can discuss that when you come down here," the woman explained.
Alice went to the office. She found out that it was only going to cost her two hundred and fifty dollars to be in the file. That would give her access to quite a large pool of men. Some were professional and some weren't. But they all had been screened.
Alice went through the file. She found one man that she thought might prove to be very interesting. He was a Frenchman. She got his number and called him up that night.
"Jean Pierre," she asked when the man answered the phone.
'That's me," the voice replied, with a heavy French accent.
"This is Alice," she informed him, "and I noticed your ad at the dating bureau."
"Yes," he told her, "I'm very happy to hear from you. Tell me about yourself."
"I'm an attractive woman," she told him, "and I am used to a fairly comfortable lifestyle. I'm not narrow-minded and I'm interested in meeting you."
They got together a couple of nights later. Jean Pierre was greatly impressed with Alice's beauty.
"You're a nice-looking woman," he told her, "and I think it would be fun to go to bed with you."
"That wasn't what I had in mind," Alice told him frankly. "I was thinking of finding someone who could get serious."
"I could never get serious," he explained, "until I tried it out. Do you understand?"
For a moment Alice was shaken.
"We're not living in the Dark Ages," he reminded her, "no way. Now a man gets to find out what a woman is like before he commits his entire life and fortune to her. It's only fair."
Alice mulled over the words that Jean Pierre had spoken. They did seem to make sense.
"I suppose we could have a trial run," she agreed.
That night Jean Pierre came home with her. She explained that she had two sons and she didn't want to make too much noise.
"I'll try to be quiet," Jean Pierre assured her, "and I hope you'll do the same."
They both took showers and then dried off and went into the bedroom. Alice made it a point to have the bedroom door locked. The last thing she wanted was an unexpected entrance by either Bob or Bill.
She stretched out on the bed and motioned for her lover to come to her.
"Jean Pierre," she exclaimed, "come over here and get acquainted."
Before she knew what was happening, the Frenchman had his face over her pussy. His hands reached back to grip her buttocks.
"Oh, that feels so good," she assured him.
Reaching down she ran her fingers through his hair. She was enjoying this immensely.
"You don't know how wonderful this is," she told him. "Oh, lick me. Just like that. Oh, Jean Pierre, stab your tongue into me."
The Frenchman's tongue stiffened and penetrated her pussy as if it were a penis. She loved the way he could lick her. He displayed so much talent with his tongue that she was completely turned on.
"Yes, yes," she begged him eagerly, "that's what I want you to do. Suck my pussy. Oh, baby, eat my box."
The Frenchman was superb at pussy eating. And when he finally finished licking and lapping up her pussy juices, he looked at her hungrily.
"What do you want to suck next?" she grinned.
"Your bosoms," he replied.
Jean Pierre moved up her body. And he clasped her breasts in his hands and then he sucked them.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," she urged him, "that feels so good."
When the Frenchman had finished sucking on her bosoms he told her what he wanted to do next.
"In Paris," he smiled, "there is a small bordello in the Left Bank where they specialize in ass sucking."
"I don't do that kind of thing," Alice told him flatly.
She had hoped that she could have a more uplifting relationship with him.
"Then I will have to find someone who will," he told her nervously.
"All right, Jean Pierre," Alice agreed. "If you want me to suck your damned ass-hole, I will."
"You have the wrong attitude," he told her.
"I suppose I should say I enjoy licking ass," Alice fumed.
"If you do not enjoy sex," he told her, "I will find a French girl who will. We know how."
"Go get sucked," she quipped.
Jean Pierre was outraged.
"You have betrayed me," he told her. "I eat your pussy and you will not eat my ass."
"I don't understand," Alice complained. "You have a nerve."
"I have a hard-on," he told her, "and I have an ass-hole. And I expect you to suck it. A hole for a hole. I ate your pussy hole, now you lick my butt."
He straddled her and sat on her face. So she wouldn't smother, Alice reached up and gripped his thighs. She let her tongue lightly lash around Jean Pierre's bare bottom.
"Not bad," he told her, "could improve with guidance. I'll tell you what you do, honey. You stiffen your tongue and then stab it up there. Alternately let your tongue lick back and forth on each ass cheek. That's it."
Alice accepted Jean Pierre's simple instructions. She did think that he was making a big mountain out of a molehill. Nevertheless, she figured that if getting his ass sucked meant that much to him, she certainly would do it for him.
She flipped her tongue back and forth across his bare bottom. Stiffening her tongue she stabbed it right up Jean Pierre's rectum. He loved it.
"Wonderful," he complimented her, "very good. Excellent. Stick your tongue higher up my ass-hole, my dear."
She went on sliding her tongue up his rectum. He cupped his balls in one hand and jerked his huge penis shaft with the other. When she could tell he was trembling and close to climax, she pulled her tongue from his behind and lightly licked his balls as she sucked her way to the top of his penis shaft.
Opening her mouth, she let Jean Pierre stab his cock inside.
"Eat my pecker," he told her, "suck it. Suck cock."
She pulled her mouth off his penis and looked up at him.
"Do they say pecker in Paris?" she asked him.
"Don't interrupt a cock suck," he told her. "I've become Americanized. Now blow me."
Alice apologized for the interruption. She quickly took his penis in her mouth and she sucked. He pumped it to her in hard driving cock stabs.
Once Jean Pierre got his gun off, one of her sons came home. Bob heard something going on in her bedroom and he was concerned for her welfare. Opening up the bedroom door, he asked, "Are you all right in there, mom?"
"Let me finish getting my blow job," Jean Pierre told Bob.
All of the sudden he realized he was speaking to her son.
"I'm sorry," Jean Pierre said, trying to put on his best behavior. "I mean, we were just ... I mean we were ... "
It was quite obvious what he meant. And Bob just stood there and waited till Jean Pierre put on his clothes and left.
After he was gone, Alice fumed.
"Now see what you've done," she told him angrily. "My meal ticket. I went to a dating society to meet Jean Pierre. He is well fixed financially. And I've gone through the horrible ordeal of sucking his cock off and licking his ass-hole. I was hoping we could make a permanent arrangement."
"Mom," Bob told her, "you wouldn't stoop to that, would you?"
"I've got to get married again sometime," she told him. "I can't go on like this forever. When the child support payments that your father sends us run out, who's gonna care for you, or me?"
When Bob recognized that his financial future could be involved with Jean Pierre getting his sexual satisfaction, he regretted that he had been so blunt and brazen in his actions.
"Gee, I'm sorry," he shook his head. "I didn't know how much that dude meant to us."
"There are more fish in the ocean, son," she told him, "but when you do get one in you can't toss them back. They're too hard to locate. And I think he really did have money."
Once more Bob apologized.
"He might have helped me get through college, too," he shrugged.
"That's entirely possible," she assured him. "So you see, you're gonna make trouble for yourself if you don't wise up. Please, Bob, don't be so impetuous."
"What's impetuous, mom?"
"That, love is when you let your emotions rule you. like when you come down here and want to have sex with me. I can't carry on with you or Bill anymore. After that orgy I knew that things had to change. What kind of a family are we?"
Bob gave that a lot of thought.
"Like I said before," he told her sadly, "I'm the mother fucker and you're the molester."
She put her hands over her son's lips.
"Don't ever breathe a word of that to anyone," she told him, "because it's the truth."
"I was just wondering," Bob asked Alice, "if you could service me tonight."
"I've had enough sex for a lifetime," Alice told him. "Let's forget tonight."
"All right," he told her. "I guess I'll have to wear my mittens to bed."
Alice hated to think of her son slipping mittens on at his age. So she felt the only thing she could do was suck him off.
Bob came back to his mother. He slid off his pants and pulled down his shorts. She took his cock and stroked it for him.
"Move over here closer," she told him. "I like to do it in the light."
Reaching over she angled the night stand lamp shade so that she could see his huge shaft and his big balls.
"Do you like the looks of them?" he smiled.
"Oh, yes," she gasped eagerly.
She quickly wrapped her mouth around his hot hard pecker and began to suck his tool excitedly.
Just as his cock exploded in her mouth, Bill opened the door. He was standing there with a loaded pistol.
"I'm gonna end this fucking family," he exploded drunkenly.
All at once he pulled the trigger. He shot right through his brother Bob's left buttock.
"You'll have to shoot better than that if you want to kill me," he told him as he pulled his cock out of his mother's mouth and went after his brother's gun.
He wrenched the gun away from him and with a few Karate chops got him to the floor.
Alice was applauding.
"The best thing I ever did was get Karate lessons for you," she told him.
Then she called the police. When they came and found her totally nude with a naked son with his left buttock bleeding, they were puzzled as to that had happened.
"We're nudists," Alice explained casually, slipping into her robe.
"Lady, this is the damndest sight I've ever seen," one officer told her frankly.
"He's a mother fucker," Bill exclaimed, "and that no-good brother of mine deserves to die."
The police booked them all. Alice couldn't find anyone who would help them out of their predicament. Finally when her ex-husband heard about the tragedy, he came momentarily to their rescue.
However, when Bob and Bill revealed to him what had gone on with Alice he vowed that he would get them away from her and did.