Chapter 13
Like a greedy child in a candy shop, Jennifer looked back and forth between the two available cocks as if they had been lollipops and she couldn't decide which flavor she wanted. The fact that one of those cocks--the largest one, she noticed, with parental pride--belonged to her son did not seem to have much importance now. Had she not been so hot from milking Jerry's prick, she might have thought differently about it, but with her pussy smoldering she was reconciled to the ensuing incest. If it was a sin for blood relations to have sex, she thought, then it was certainly an out-of-date and old-fashioned sin, in these days of birth control. So, once she had made up her mind, she suffered no last minute doubts of misgivings, and, if she might regret it later, when she was no longer guided by a hot cunt, well . . . she would cross the bridge of that remorse if and when she came to it.
Timmy felt much the same.
He had already had masturbatory fantasies about his sexy mother, and, now that he had watched her suck a cock and gobble up a load of cum, his desire knew no restraint.
And Jerry, although not a part of the family, had already discovered the pleasure of Jennifer's talented mouth and was eager to bury his cock up her cunt.
So all three, as they clustered on the bed, were more than ready for lust.
Jennifer had not removed Jerry's cut-off jeans when she blew him, but had merely hauled his balls out from his open fly to accompany his prick. His shorts gaped open in a wide wedge up from his crotch to his belly. In that wedge, his rampant cock was seated.
Timmy still had his shorts on, as well, but his fly was open so that his sturdy young prick jutted out from the slit.
Jennifer, naked herself, saw no reason why the boys' cocks should be framed in denim.
She tugged Jerry's shorts down, removing them from his feet and tossing them aside.
Then she returned to Timmy, who was kneeling on the bed beside her, his head and shoulders tilted back as if to counterweight the bulk of his jutting prick as it loomed out before his hairless belly.
This was the point of no return and Jennifer hesitated for just a moment.
Then, smiling in a sultry fashion, she unsnapped the waist of his shorts and tugged them down his thighs. He lifted one knee at a time, allowing her to remove them. As she leaned in to do so, her face was brought into close proximity to his throbbing cock.
She blew her hot breath on his cock and balls.
His cock flared like a stick of dynamite and his balls ballooned as her breath billowed over them.
Jennifer rolled onto her flank, then came up on her knees, facing the boy. Bending down, she kissed the head of his cock lovingly. She squirmed closer and began to twist from side to side. Her fat tits brushed back and forth across his prick and balls. Her stiff nipples clashed against the head of his cock. Timmy pushed his ass and hips out farther, but made no further moves, waiting for his mother to set the pace. Staring down at her gorgeous mouth, lips pursed, she planted another kiss on the tip of his dong.
Then she took his cock between her tits, cupping the heavy mounds together so that her soft, deep cleavage folded right over him, sheathing him in tit.
Timmy began to hump her tits, running his burning tool up through the cleavage. His cock-head started to drool and he laid a trail of spunk up her breastbone. The knob vanished in her cleavage, then came squeezing out from the upper slopes and slid up into her throat.
Jennifer tilted her face down, watching his cock-head appear and disappear. Then she pushed her tongue out and began to lave the knob as it came grinding up. His cleft was flowing with bubbling pre-cum and she lapped it up greedily, accenting the flavor of Jerry's cum which still remained on her tastebuds, creating a new taste sensation on her palate, a subtle blend of two different sauces. She had always known that cocks varied in size, shape and texture, of course, but this was the first that she realized jism had distinctive characteristics. It made her more happy than ever to know she had two different pricks which she could savor.
Pursing her lips over the head of Timmy's cock, she began to slide them down, taking his cock-head slowly into her mouth, and then, going lower, feeding the big stalk in, as well. Her tongue lashed back and forth across his thick rod and her lips slurped on it as they pushed down. She began to bob her head up and down, feeding herself on prick.
Timmy, thrilled to find his cock buried in a mouth for the first time--and doubly thrilled because it was his own mother's sweet, warm mouth--began to hump up and down, fucking into her face as it descended.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling her down as he strove to bury his cock to the very hilt in her maw. He placed one hand behind her head, urging her lower. But it was hardly necessary, for the cock-hungry woman was already taking every inch of her son's prick into her mouth and throat. Then he reached down and cupped her plump tits as they swayed below her.
Jerry was observing all this with interest, leaning over Jennifer's shoulder to get a close up view of her lips unpeeling up Timmy's stalk.
Jennifer reached out, groping blindly, and found Jerry's towering prick. She rubbed it and stroked it, then pulled it towards her loins.
The boy knelt behind her. Changing her grip, she reached back between her legs and grasped his cock again. She guided the fiery tip to her cunt from the back.
Jerry paused for a moment, his mind spinning with desire as he savored the final moments of expectation--the last instants of his virginity.
Then he braced his knees, tightened his ass, and slammed his cock up her hole to the hilt.
Jennifer rocked back and forth between the two horny boys as they fed her cock from both ends.
As she went down on her son's rampant prick, her ass and crotch tilted up so that only the head of Jerry's cock remained in her cunt while Timmy's burning meat slipped down into her gullet. Then, rising up at the front, sucking through every precious inch of that hot mouthful, she pushed her cunt down onto Jerry's cock, taking the whole hard, thick slab up into the depths of her pussy.
The horny housewife was in ecstasy.
Her lust was manifold. She was satisfying her dreams of fucking and sucking young boys, she was getting cock at both ends at the same time, and, perhaps most thrilling of all, one of those cocks belonged to her son. It was an incestuous, cradle-robbing orgy and she was in a state of bliss..
Her cunt began to cream.
Her mouth, filled full of prick-meat, was drooling so heavily that she seemed to be having an orgasm at that end, saliva pouring out like cunt-juice, her tongue trembling like her clit.
The boys rammed the meat to her frantically as their own wild thrills mounted towards the crest. When they both shoveled cock into her at the same moment, Jennifer felt as if their pecker-heads were meeting somewhere in the middle of her belly, the dripping tips clashing.
Timmy, about to blow, cried, "Suck it!" And then, remembering his place, he said, "Oh, suck me off, Mom!"
"Cornel" she gurgled.
His creamy jism spurted back into her throat. She gulped it down. She pulled up, lips dragging along his stalk, and milked a second burning geyser on the upstroke. It filled her mouth.
She kept moving, wanting every drop.
Behind her, Jerry realized that her son had just filled her mouth with jism and that knowledge was inspirational. He poured the pork to* her twat ferociously, holding her by the hipbones as he slammed his cock in to the hilt. Buried to the root in her clinging, clutching cunt, the boy poured his wild cum into her womb.
Trembling and shuddering, gasping and panting, he shot load after load up her eager hole, wad after wad into her creaming cunt, until he felt as if his whole body had turned hollow, an empty void from which all the life force and vitality had been spent up her pussy.
Her cunt pulled and sucked as she milked him dry. Her lips and tongue slurped away as she drained Timmy with the same thoroughness. Filled with cum at mouth and cunt, she whimpered as her own orgasm peaked out and left her drained with the contentment of satiation.
But not for long.
She was in bed with two boys. They were both young and potent and horny. And there were lots of ways that the three of them could link up.
Switching positions, she sucked Jerry off again, while Timmy fucked her cunt.
She lay on her back and let the boys alternate strokes up her pussy, their slender hips banging together as they fought to get up her cunt in turn.
Then she had them lie down, side by side, and she straddled them in turn, pushing her cunt down on Timmy's upright cock for a single stroke, then switching over and sheathing Jerry's prick, alternating between them.
She let them both fuck her in the mouth at the same time, her lips stretched wide and both cheeks bulging with a load of hot cock-head.
They fucked kneeling and standing and sitting.
And when Jerry had finally had enough, Jennifer finished up by giving Timmy a last loving fuck.
****.
Later, Jennifer said, "I only did this because my husband--your father--is away for a week and I needed cock. It was better to keep it among family and friends than to go out looking for strange prick.''
That seemed logical to the boys.
Timmy felt that he was doing his father a favor by keeping his mother from looking for strange meat. He agreed to do his duty and fuck her at least twice a day. And Jerry, a true friend of the family, offered to come over whenever they liked.
It turned out to be quite a week.
And when Jennifer's husband returned, she fucked him with loving attention to details. He never guessed that his wife was not horny from her week of celibacy.
Jennifer had thought that once her husband was home, she would no longer fool around with Timmy and Jerry.
But the young boys got to be a habit.
She told her husband she had taken up gardening, which explained why she spent so much time out in the tool shed. He was pleased that she had taken up such a healthy hobby and that his gardening tools, so long unused, were not being wasted. He did notice that, despite the time she spent at it, the garden did not seem to look any different. But he shrugged that off.
What did he know about gardening?