Chapter 17

Mae got in from work at five-thirty. She had hurried to do the shopping. As she entered through the kitchen door she put the grocery bag on the counter. She took off her shortie coat and headed for her bedroom, which had been Penny's room.

As she entered the living room she heard Peter call: "Mom? Bring us a couple Cokes!"

"Yes, dear." She returned to the kitchen and took two Cokes from the refrigerator. She opened them and carried them to the master bedroom. The door was open. She entered.

The twins were on the bed, naked, and Penny was straddling Peter, rising and falling on his cock, filling herself, groaning, with her head thrown back, mouth agape, long hair rippling with her movements. Mae smiled faintly and brought the Cokes to the bedside table.

Peter nodded. He kept his eyes on the massive length of his cock that was regularly disappearing into Penny's cunt as she feverishly rose up and, groaning as she lowered, took till her pubes mashed against his. He reached for one of the bottles. "Hey, hungry cunt. Wanta drink?"

Mae couldn't help watching. She envied Penny now. She envied the sensations she knew Penny was experiencing.

Penny gasped, "No ... too far gone...." She leaned forward and braced her hands on his chest. Her hair swept forward to frame her face like a swaying chestnut-colored veil. She began fucking faster, sweeping up and down on the thick, living pole as if she were intent on impaling herself to the death. She began to give out squealing grunts with each heavy downthrust. Through the mist of her hair her face contorted into a grimace of tortured agony. Her belly sucked in and out. Her breasts wobbled in sweaty arcs.

As Penny collapsed upon him, Peter took a long swig of Coke. Mae turned to go to her room for a moment before preparing supper.

"Don't leave, Mom." Peter gestured her close. He ran a hand up her leg-up under her dress to her crotch.

Mae stood still, not complaining. Subservient. It had been a month, now since her children had taken complete command of her. She was still bothered by guilt and sometimes-when she was in bed with both of them at once-she felt terribly used and humiliated. But she endured those periods. Now she trembled slightly as her son's fingers edged under the elastic crotchband of her panties and invaded her pussy. She itched and burned almost instantly. His fingers found her wetness flowing.

Peter probed for her protruding clitoris and found it erect and pulsing. He rubbed it idly. "Get naked, Mom. I want you to finish me. Suck me."

Mae obediently, quickly, undressed.

Penny sat up, smiling, and rose up off Peter's giant cock. She came up and up ... giving up inch after wet inch, until the big, mauve glans emerged from her dripping, satiated cunt. His monster cock flopped stiffly to his flat belly. Penny moved aside. She said, "Do a good job, Mom."

Peter smiled lazily. He arched his back and sighed. "She always does. She knows how. She's a very good slave." Mae flushed. Slave-Slave-SLAVE ... The word echoed in her mind. She climbed, naked, onto the bed. Her eyes focused on Peter's giant cock. Her mouth began to salivate. She loved to suck him. She did it better than Penny. She knew it. He knew it. She often finished him like this.

Mae knelt between his open thighs. He liked her to take this position. She put her hands on him. She gently lifted the huge, throbbing organ. It was wet from Penny's cunt. It would taste of cunt for a few seconds, and smell of it, but Mae didn't care. She knew Penny would want to be eaten later, or sooner ... Mae ate Penny very often. Sometimes five times a day, on the weekends. Mae loved to lick into her daughter's sweet young pussy. Penny couldn't get enough.

She didn't think of the twins any longer as her children. They were her master and mistress. Her lord and lady. She was secure obeying them.

Mae humbly lowered her mouth to Peter's cock. She sucked. She took four long inches of it into her mouth, slowly, sensually, snaking her tongue in lazy weavings on the underside, around the silky glans, along the rim. She gradually worked herself into a passion. She loved the feel of his cock in her her working, clinging, suctioning mouth. She ran her fingers up and down the long, long shaft, around the turgid column of hot thickness, not gripping, not yet, not moving the skin, only in tender, tantalizing caresses that interacted with her mouth action.

Yes, Mae knew she was an artist at cocksucking now. She had served Peter every night, at least once. She had experimented with every trick she could think of, to please him. She had learned every possible nuance of oral lovemaking. Now she played delicately with his balls. She rotated her head as she sucked and tongued.

Peter nodded as he moaned softly. He said huskily, "Full speed, Mom!" He reached for Penny. He kissed Penny as Mae went into high gear.

Mae doubled and then tripled the speed of her tongue strokings and head swoops. She drove the big glans to the back of her throat where her palate convulsed wetly around the sensitive crown. She firmed her two-handed grasp of his cock and swept the skin up and down. She brought her head up till the glans only was enclosed in her hot mouth, and her tongue was free to writhe exquisitely, to dart and stab and graze and rub on the "drawstring" of his glans where orgasms are born, live gloriously for a short moment, and die-too soon.

Peter's cock grew vibrantly hard! It was at least half an inch larger now. His lean chest heaved as he fought for air while tongue kissing Penny. He moaned into her mouth. His arms tightened around her naked back. He pulled her still closer, squashing her full breasts against him.

Mae was in a half swoon of lust-to-please. She squirmed in her crouching position between his wide-open thighs. She sucked deliriously. Her hands flew.

His cock erupted! Spurts of thick, syrupy fluid splashed into her mouth, along her whipping tongue, into her spasming, swallowing throat. Mae whined with the intensity of her joy as she brought her son to his climax.

Peter's hips jolted upward as the supremely intense pleasure arced and sizzled through him. Penny and Mae both strove to make his orgasm more and more satisfying.

Finally, exhausted, drained, Peter relaxed. He grinned. "Shit. What a crew!"

Peter kissed Penny again, gratefully. "You want her now? Ready for some of Mom's tongue? I'll help, too." He cupped one of Penny's breasts.

Penny shook her head. "Fucking you took it all out of me for a while. Let's let her make supper for us before we have more fun in bed. I want to watch some TV, too."

"Okay." Peter signaled to Mae.

Mae sighed and left the bed. She picked up her clothes and left the room. She knew that later in the evening she would be used sexually again by one or both of her masters. They didn't care about her sexual needs. Once in a while they gave her an orgasm. Rarely they combined to fuck and suck her to an oblivion of pleasure, till she could not endure another climax. But they did it for their own domination amusement, as they would play with a toy.

But Mae liked her role. It suited her. As a slave and as a toy-she had no worries or responsibilities. Oh, she worked to provide money to run the house, but Peter and Penny had ordered her to do it.

Isn't a mother supposed to do things for her children, to keep them happy? Of course. Of course. Of course!