Chapter 4
After her son had gone back to bed, Alice had time to think. And think she did.
She knew she had to keep Bob and Bill apart long enough so that they would never know they were both having sex with her. More than that, she recognized what she had done. And this tormented her. She knew it wasn't right for a mother to have sex with her own sons. But she had made her guilt even worse by doing it with such great enjoyment. The days that followed found neither boy approaching her. She was grateful for that. But she still needed affection and attention.
One night about a week later when Bill had a disappointing experience with a girl who stood him up, he came home just as Bob had and complained.
"Damn women," he told her, "you can't trust any of them."
"What happened?" Alice asked him quickly.
"Joyce, that little bitch," he complained, "she was supposed to meet me tonight. She said that we'd get together with her boyfriend Teddy and we'd have an orgy."
"I'm glad that Joyce didn't show up," his mother told him. "I think it's terrible that you talk about orgies. You're too young for that kind of sex."
He glared at her.
"I wasn't too young to screw you," he told her. "I've got to have some experience. I'm a man now."
"Yes, you're a man," she assured him, "and you've got to learn that things don't always turn out as you want them to. You've got to roll with the punches."
Bill went to bed. But he didn't sleep. Once more he felt his loins heating up. Alice figured it was best for her to stay in her bedroom. She didn't want to bother her son and then have him accuse her of making sexual overtures. So she quietly lay in her bed. But she was ready for him just in case. She was sleeping totally nude.
About eleven-thirty Bill couldn't stand it any longer. He knew his brother Bob was out on a heavy date. He figured that he'd be out very late and he might have an opportunity to have sex with his mom again.
He put on a robe and went downstairs to her bedroom. He opened the door quietly and tiptoed in. Slipping out of his robe he slid in bed with her. She felt his naked body pressing against her own nakedness.
"Bill, what are you doing in bed with me?" Alice asked him bluntly.
"I want to fuck," he told her.
"But, son," she reasoned, "we can't carry on like this."
Bill didn't say another word. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and let his cock slip into her pussy smoothly.
She began exercising her pussy muscles in a milking motion. Bill loved the sensation. He pressed his lips against her and once again slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. She sucked on Bill's hot, penetrating tongue. Finally he pulled out from her and panted, "Fuck it for me."
Alice did as he told her to. She swung her hips. She gripped his sliding penis tightly.
"Yes, baby, yes," she urged him on, "give it to me. Oh, sweetheart, I want it. Every fucking inch."
He was enjoying it immensely and so was she. The keen pleasure that they were discovering at this point had them shaking.
"Oh, mom, you really know how to give a good fuck," he told her.
It was true, Alice was quite capable of performing expertly in bed. For her husband had given her a pussy muscle exerciser that she had used daily. Her muscles were taut and trained. And when her son's thick pulsating penis plunged into her hot cavern she knew exactly what to do. Her muscles seized his cock. And then she would release his plunging penis. The alternating action of grabbing and releasing his cock accelerated his pleasure. He plunged into her. Her hands rode down to his ass cheeks. She squeezed his firm round behind. Then slipping her hand between his ass crack she eased a finger up his ass-hole. Bill loved it when she finger fucked his ass-hole while he screwed her pussy.
"Fuck me," she told him emphatically, "fuck me.
As he begged for him to go on screwing her she went on fingering his ass. His prostate gland was totally aroused and he knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he was erupting in her.
"Oh, mom," he exclaimed, "it feels so good. Oh, I love it when your pussy grabs."
At this moment of erotic pleasure she felt his thick prick explode. Her pussy juices flowed at the same instant. Now he was ramming it hard. And his cock was sliding smoothly in their combined love juices.
"Oh, mom, that was beautiful," he panted as he finished fucking her.
Slowly he eased himself out of her. He rolled over and lay beside her.
"Have you ever made it with Joyce before?" she asked him bluntly.
"Yes, a couple of times," he told her.
"Was she good?"
"Not very," he mumbled.
"Why not, Bill?" his mother asked him curiously.
"She was as loose as a boxcar," he told her. "I guess every kid in high school has fucked her."
"No wonder," his mother explained. "A girl can only keep her pussy performing well if she isn't doing it with everybody. Then, too, a knowledgeable woman would use a pussy muscle exerciser like I do."
"What?" he asked her curiously.
She got off the bed and went to demonstrate. She found the vibrating dildo and showed it to him. To let him understand how it worked, Alice thought it best to demonstrate. She got in the middle of the bed and slid the plastic vibrating dildo, shaped like a penis, into her vagina.
She turned it on.
"There are no cords," he observed. "How does it vibrate?"
"It works on batteries," she explained, "and it really does the trick." He laughed as he watched her. "Does it feel good?"
"Certainly," she laughed. "Feels very good. It keeps my pussy muscles firm and tight. That's why you enjoyed fucking me tonight."
Bill laughed and rolled over. At that point she figured she would have some fun. She pulled the vibrator from herself. It was still sticky with her cum. She gingerly slipped it between Bill's buttocks. She let it slide up to his tight anal ring and then she shoved.
Bill let out a howl of pain and protest.
"You trying to tear me in two?" he asked her frankly.
"This is a prostate gland massage," she explained, "and it's good for you, darling."
Even though it was supposed to be good for him Bill doubted it very much. Nevertheless, he let his mother momentarily slip the plastic dildo which was not vibrating up his ass.
When she finished she pulled it out. She tossed it on the floor and laughed with him.
Now he was eager to have some more fun with her body.
"Mom," he suggested, "why don't you give me a little ass lick. Then I'll fuck yours."
She agreed. She figured it might be fun to brush her bare breasts over his ass cheeks. Therefore, she made it a point to apply oil to her breasts before she massaged him with them.
When her breasts were slippery and oily she pressed them against his buttocks. Then she slowly eased a finger to his tight anal area. She slid it up smoothly.
"Oh, I like it," he told her. "Now lick my ass-hole."
She parted his ass cheeks and got right in there with her tongue and drove up him. He wiggled on her jabbing tongue.
"Keep it up," he begged her. "Oh, mom, that feels so good. Keep doing it."
She went on sucking on her young son's rectum. And at the same time she let her fingers massage the back of his balls. Bill was becoming so stimulated that she figured it was about time to blow him. She would rather suck him off before he fucked her ass anyway. She figured he was good for three rounds. If he wasn't, he should be.
Finally when he got so hot, he rolled over. And then she clasped his long hard cock and let her tongue slide up and down it.
"Yes, yes, do that," Bob begged. "That feels so good, mom. Lick my dick."
Alice was proving what a good dick licker she was as she let her tongue slip back and forth up and down the length of his shaft. Finally she sucked hard on his cock and got him there.
"Eat my dick," he begged her. "Suck it. Suck my cock off."
Bill's hands reached out and he held her in place as he fucked her face. Then he threw his legs over her shoulders. She enjoyed the warmth of his hot thighs as he pressed against her.
"Suck my pecker," he panted. "Suck it. Suck my sticky cock. Suck it off."
She could feel him sliding it down her throat. He was getting rough as he closed in on orgasm. She pulled back so she could have his sperm seed spill in her mouth. She could suck and swallow it that way easier.
Finally his thick cock exploded. As the hot white cream splashed down her throat she gulped greedily.
"Eat it," he begged. "Eat my dick stick. Oh, yes. Suck the juice out."
His hot white cum erupted in her mouth. She swallowed his seed. It tasted delicious to her. She was making a mental note now, comparing the taste of Bill's cum load to Bob's load. She detected Bill's juice tasted sweeter than Bob's.
"Eat it," he exclaimed as he let his thighs press tightly against her as he finished fucking.
When Alice did pull her mouth off her son's cock She looked at him adoringly.
"I enjoyed that so much. You taste so good, baby."
He released his head grip and she pulled away. She lay beside him now and talked seriously.
"What do you want to be when you grow up, darling?" she smiled.
"I don't know," the young boy admitted. "I guess I haven't thought about it. I'd like to be a playboy."
"That wouldn't be good for you," she assured him. "Fast cars and fast women and lots of booze. No way. You want to amount to something. Do something. Contribute something."
"I'd contribute something if I were a playboy," he fired back at her. "The people who built the car would get some money from me. And the chicks I was balling would get paid for their fucks. All I would want would be good booze, good cars and good women."
A few moments later her young son was aroused again.
"I'm really ready to get my rocks off," he told her. "How about letting me slip it up your ass?"
"All right, if you want to," she told him, "but this time we'll try it at a new angle. I will lie on my back. I'll throw my legs over your shoulders. Then you can watch my expressions as your penis slips into me. More than that, baby, you can finger my pussy at the same time. Or you can play with my breasts."
It pleased Bill that Alice was thinking of so many ways of entertaining him with the ass fuck. He felt he was really getting a sex education.
He applied plenty of oil to his penis shaft so it would be slippery. Then Alice was on her back. Her young son was beneath her. She raised one leg so it would go over his shoulder. And then the other. At the same time he fitted his cock into her ass crack. With a savage thrust Bob plunged forward. He observed the look of pain on her eyes. It didn't bother him as he recognized it would be quickly followed by pleasure. Sure enough, it was. For another second later she was rolling her head back and forth in sexual ecstasy, clutching at the bed sheets.
"Fuck me," Alice pleaded, "fuck my ass good, baby."
Her young son's penis went on penetrating her ass-hole. He was giving her a wild fuck. She loved it
"Yes, yes," she begged eagerly, "fuck me. That's what I want. Now you're fucking. Come on, fuck me.
He was ramming it to her hard. At the same time he was fingering her twat. He liked the expression in her eyes as he kept his cock slamming into her.
"Fuck me," she cried anxiously, "fuck me."
He enjoyed thrusting his thick prick up her ass. He liked to see her tail twisting on his penis.
"Yes, yes," e cried out eagerly, "that's what I want. Fuck me."
As he continued thrusting into her he realized he was coming close to climax. He wanted to make it when she did.
'That's the way I like it," he told her. "Ohhh, yes, yes. Twist your tail."
She not only twisted her tail, but she ground her hips for emphasis. Her movements provided more pleasure for him.
"Ohhh, good," her young son exclaimed as he went on thrusting his cock up her ass. "You're beautiful. Oh, keep fucking me."
He pulled his fingers from her pussy and reached up to both breasts. With both hands he gripped them and squeezed them. He was ramming it in savagely now. She could tell from the way he was thrusting that it wouldn't be much longer before he got his gun off.
"You're hotter than a pistol," she exclaimed.
"Sock it to me."
He went on rocking his cock into her. And he knew that soon his penis spear would be shooting. But until it did he wanted to get every thrill that he could.
"Finger my snatch," Alice begged, "yes. I want to feel it."
He kept one hand massaging her bosoms while he reached down to finger her pussy. He pinched her love button and this thrilled her. He went on pinching her love button as his cock continued thrusting into her ass-hole.
When he had finished screwing her he slowly withdrew.
"Best fuck I ever had," she told him. "Now go down there, baby, and eat your momma's pussy hole."
Bill bent over. He gripped her buttocks in his hands and squeezed them as he brought his face right over her crotch. His hot tongue flipped out and he licked her slit. She loved the way his tongue slid inside.
"Yes, yes," he cried out eagerly, "that's beautiful."
She was pushing her pussy up to him to meet his advancing tongue stabs. That was exactly what he wanted her to do.
Bill's hands held her buttocks and squeezed them as he went on eating her pussy. She could tell she was starting to juice. She wanted him to eat her gushing pussy.
As he finished sucking her snatch she reached down and held his head in place. She liked having his face right down there.
"Every drop, darling," Alice pleaded. "Yes. Use your tongue. Reach in there. Oh, baby, now you're doing it."
When he finished sucking on her hot joy hole he pulled away. He rested his head on her thigh and caressed her ass cheek.
"Mom, do you think we're sick?" he asked her point blank.
"Naturally, some people would say so," Alice admitted, "but you know it's not true. We're just lovers, darling. That's all."
He thought about it a long moment. The he finally blurted, "Lovers nothing. I'm a damn mother fucker and you're a molester."
"Sounds like a title for one of those porno pictures," she quipped angrily. "The Mother Fucker and the Molester. That probably would make a fortune."
"It's no joke," he told her, "that's what is happening. I guess something must be wrong with me or I wouldn't find my own mom appealing."
"I beg your pardon," she said, getting off the bed in a hot fury. "Here I've been decent enough to let you have my body. You needed it. You know you did. You were going crazy using your hand up there that night. I came to help you. That's the thanks I get."
Alice paced the bedroom floor as her young son continued complaining.
Then they heard their other family member returning.
"You'd better get the hell out of here," she told him. "You don't want your bother Bob to find you in my bedroom. Not like this."
Bill understood. Quickly he grabbed his robe and without even bothering to put it on he flew out of her bedroom and down the hall and up the stairs to his own room.
He made it just in the nick of time, for seconds later his brother Bob came into the house. He could tell from the way Bob was stumbling up the stairs he was stoned out of his gourd. He hoped that he wouldn't come in and talk to him about some dame he had balled or some problem he had. He had his own problems. He lay quietly under the covers on his bed and then rolled over to pretend he was sleeping just in case Bob did come into his room.
Finally he heard his door open and his brother stumbled over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it.
"Are you asleep?" he asked Bill.
"Bill answered, "Yes, I'm asleep."
"No, you aren't," his brother chuckled drunkenly, "or you wouldn't be replying. Look, I've really had it tonight. I mean, I'm never gonna go out with that fucking widow again."
"What happened?"
"She wanted to make it with the black dude and me, too," he complained. "As if one cock wasn't enough. I mean, it really made me sick what she expected."
"Did you do it?" Bill asked his brother, eager to know what had happened.