Chapter 7

By the time she arrived home early that evening, Helen was worn out from her exertions with Gail. She fixed the kids a quick supper and wasn't even very upset to discover that Clay had invited his best friend Joel over to spend the night. At least with another boy in the house to occupy her son, she could get a little much needed rest!

The kids seemed unusually tired as well. Janie hardly spoke a word all through supper and went to bed early, right in the middle of one of her favorite T.V. programs.

Finally, too weary to spend the whole evening watching television and putting up a pretense at hospitality, Helen excused herself and left the boys downstairs. She went up to shower, but on impulse, took a long relaxing bath instead* just soaking in the tub and letting all the kinks and tightness of the day's activities drain out of her.

Then, slipping across the hall and shutting her bedroom door to the dim sound of the boys' voices and the blare of the T.V., she slid into bed without bothering to slip on a nightgown.

But the extra-long bath had done its job too well. Helen found herself wide awake and thinking about Clay's cock, wishing she had him with her now to put his marvelous prick into her cunt so they could fuck and fuck and-

With a groan, she tried to push those thoughts aside, feeling her cunt moisten treacherously. It wasn't going to help thinking about his cock now. Maybe tomorrow, if they could steal a few minutes alone together ...

She was just drowsing off, when the doorknob jiggled slightly, and two voices hissed to each other out in the hall.

"What if she catches us?"

That was Joel's whisper, hoarse and frightened.

"She won't," Clay answered in a low tone. "Unless you wake her, that is. Come on."

At first, Helen didn't comprehend what was happening. Half-asleep, she puzzled over what she had heard.

Then her bedroom door eased open, and the two boys slipped inside.

She clearly heard the rustle of their movements, and a mixture of suspicion and curiosity cut through her sleepy haze. What was Clay doing? Why had he brought his friend into her room, and why were they skulking toward her so quietly? He didn't actually intend to do anything with Joel in the room ... did he?

More curious than anything else, she instinctively feigned sleep as the two boys crept nearer.

A moment later, one of them was standing over her, his warm breath floating across her face. There was a faint click, andj the sudden soft glow of the bedside night lamp sho'ne against her eyelids.

Clay had switched it on. Now he stood motionless by the bed, watching for a sign that his mother might be waking up.

Something made Helen remain perfectly still, not daring to move.

At last, satisfied, he turned to a fearful-eyed Joel and whispered again. "It's okay. She's still asleep. Come here."

"Christ," his friend muttered, moving forward as if against his will. "If we get caught, my folks'll kill me! This is crazy, Clay. Let's get out while we can."

But Clay had no intention of leaving this soon. His answer was low and determined. "You wanted to see, didn't you? Okay, then, I'm going to show you. We'll get one good look, and then we can go."

At that moment, Helen almost gave herself away, wanting to let her eyes fly wide-open in sudden realization that what her son was doing. He was showing her off to his friend!

Somehow she kept from stirring. Not even when she felt the delicate pressure of Clay's fingers as they grasped the edge of the single sheet covering her and began to ease it down.

Lying sprawled on her side, she felt the sheet slide down beneath her outflung arm, inching its way across her bare skin. Now she wished she'd taken the time to put on a nightgown, and with that thought, a further realization struck-the boys were about to see everything they'd bargained for unless she put a stop to it this very instant!

But oddly, she didn't feel the slightest desire to catch at the sheet as it slithered away. Instead, a mischievous new arousal crept through her. After all the trouble they were going to-sneaking like a pair of thieves into her room just to steal a peek-she didn't have the heart to smash then-hopes now. And it really wouldn't hurt to give them just a small treat before she broke the party up, would it?

She lay absolutely still as the sheet slipped farther, exposing the cleavage of her big bare tits.

She heard a little gasp, and Clay's chuckle. "Well? You still want to leave?"

"Uh-uh." Joel's answer was husky. He moved to get a better look, his gaze fastened on the tantalizing upcurve of Mrs. Grant's bounteous tits. The border of the sheet rested lightly over her tits, and he strained forward.

Grinning, Clay gave the sheet a tug.

It slipped down to her waist, and Helen's mammoth tits joggled into view.

Each boy caught his breath at the magnificent spectacle of those pale tit-mounds. Pressed between her arms, they jutted out to enormous proportions. The gentle rhythm of her breathing seemed to give them a life of their own, pushing them outward as if they were aching for attention,

"Oh man!" Joel gasped at last, unable to hide his admiration. "Man, you sure weren't lying about your mom's tits. "They're the biggest ever!"

For the second time, Helen nearly gave herself away, wanting to smile at his youthful appreciation. She could hear the pride in Clay's reply.

* 'Her tits are better than any of those stupid pictures we're always looking at. How about a closer look?"

Both boys started to move," and at that point, she decided to add spice to their little game.

With a small sensuous moan, she shifted, freezing them with fear. At last, settling onto her back, she opened her eyes to slits as her two admirers let out deep sighs of relief.

Then Clay motioned, and they approached once more to stand over the bed, their gazes glued to her bare, pink-nippled tits.

Suddenly, Clay reached out and traced a finger lightly across one upthrust nipple. It soared erect, and she felt her cunt creaming as he picked up courage and teased it into rigid, inch-long stiffness.

"Oh shit," Joel murmured. She saw him lick his lips, imagining how it would feel to have them fastened on her big taut nipple.

"See?" Clay said, flicking the bud with tender care. "They're an inch long at least! You ever see any nipples like these in those pictures of yours?"

She saw Joel slowly shake his head. She also saw the crotch of his jeans swelling, making her cunt cream even harder. Both boys had beautiful hard-

ons by now, and they were making her cunt steamy with need.

To her own amusement, Helen found that she was thoroughly enjoying their spying. Her pussy was glowing with juicy heat, aching with incredible horniness. She hadn't expected to react like this. The presence of those two stiff cocks had her cunt gushing violently.

"Umm ..."

Reacting to Clay's flicking finger as if deep in a horny dream, she arched her shoulder up in response and kicked back the restraining cover.

The boys froze again, letting out relieved sighs when she didn't seem to awaken. Then Joel's urgent whisper broke out. "Hey, look at that!"

The sheet had glided down over her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest just at the top of her inverted, triangular cunt bush and letting the first dark fringe of cunt curls peek out.

They stared. Then, with one brave motion, Clay reached down and gave the sheet a jerk. It fell back entirely.

Helen's breath quickened. Now she lay absolutely nude before them, blatantly displayed to their insatiable stares.

And she was enjoying every moment of it.

"Man," Joel muttered in a rough voice. "Man oh man ..."

Meanwhile, Clay moved to the foot of the bed and motioned his friend to join him. Together, they gazed down at his mother, their eyes traveling up and down the voluptuous body stretched before them as if neither boy would ever see a nude woman again. She could feel them drinking in her dark-furred pussy, melting her with delicious warmth.

At last, Clay broke the silence. "See what I told you? I'll bet my mom has the thickest cunt hair anywhere!"

"Yeah. Oh shit, yeah."

With them staring straight into her pussy, Helen couldn't resist a further impulse. Once more shifting subtly, she let her legs open wide to give them the whole view.

Joel gasped. Suddenly, he found hismelf examining the woman's pink, glistening cunt. His prick was pounding in his jeans. He tried to speak, but the words didn't form. "Uhh . . ."

Clay's face had tightened with lust. Abruptly, the boys looked at each other, and Clay's expression turned into a slow grin. "Makes your cock sore, doesn't it? Come on, I know just what we can do about that. And mom won't ever find out, either."

Unexpectedly, he was tearing out of his jeans, and Helen watched through slitted eyelids as Joel uncertainly followed suit. Then the two boys, naked except for their pullover shirts, moved toward her.

"You want to fuck her first?"

Clay's question almost shocked her into revealing herself.

Equally stunned, Joel didn't answer immediately, so Clay went on. "Go ahead, you can go first. It's easy. Just move up between her legs real slow until your prick touches her pussy. That'll get you off just like the real thing, believe me! And while you're doing that, I'm going to fuck her tits."

The idea obviously scared Joel badly, but the open invitation of Helen's cunt was just too good to pass up. "Are you sure? I mean, won't she feel it? Man, if she wakes up with me on top of her-oh shit!"

"Naw, she won't know." Clay sounded as certain as if he'd done this hundreds of times before. He pointed. "Just look how wet she is and how she keeps moaning and twitching. "I'll bet she's dreaming about cock right now. If you're careful, she won't know the difference."

His explanation was so ludicrously naive that Helen felt her lips tug in a smile. How could she not know the difference between a dream and the real thing? They certainly had a lot to learn about women.

But they were learning fast, as she quickly found out.

The bed creaked under Joel's weight, and she felt his bare legs brush her inner thighs as he scooted up, deftly guiding his hard throbbing cock to her cunt.

At the same time, Clay moved around to the side of the bed. His prick bobbed above Helen's face, and she watched as he lowered its tip to touch one of her hard nipples.

A little droplet of pre-cum oozed from his piss-hole onto her stiff pink nipple, and she had to suppress a shudder of pleasure.

Then she felt Joel's cock-head nudging her pussy, and fresh delight ripped through her. The nervous boy lay half-atop Helen, propped up on his hands as he gyrated his hips in an effort to position his prick just right. It gouged with slippery clumsiness, slithering against her cunt and snaking down along her ass crevice. His inexperienced fuck-thrusts wouldn't have failed to wake any woman.

The boys clumsy attempts made her bite back a groan as her pussy juice flooded over his stabbing prick. She parted her legs wider and undulated up just a bit, doing everything she could to help short of actually grabbing his luscious cock and stuffing it inside her cunt.

Then one of Joel's hands slipped, and his cock-head speared into her cunt with an abruptness that made her gasp openly.

"Ahhh!"

Clay glanced over at his friend, but was too busy having his own fun to see what had happened. Not realizing that Joel's prick-head was lodged in his mom's pussy in a way she couldn't possibly sleep through, he moved his own cock up from her enormous tits and let it slide delicately across her throat and up to her chin, leaving a slick little trail of built-up cum.

The weight of his cock came at last to rest on her full lips and began to ease back and forth, picking up speed.

By that time, Joel had recovered his position, grunting in astonishment at actually having his prick in a woman's pussy-even if it was by accident. Oblivious to the fact that his exuberant antics would have awakened the dead, he began to work it deeper into her cunt with leisurely hunchings that fucked inch after inch of gorgeous stiff cock-meat between her sopping cuntlips.

Practically before she knew it, Helen was getting royally fucked by her two furtive lovers. Joel's hips twitched, sloshing his prick even deeper inside her cunt and drilling relentlessly forward as Clay's pulsing cock leaped and danced over her mouth.

"Ummm . . ."

She arched, parting her lips to let Clay's cock slide across her tongue as she took in more and more of his friend's swollen cock in her cunt.

Pleasantly surprised, Clay let his cock lodge between her open lips and slid it back and forth, groaning as it slickened with the hot moistness of her mouth.

"Ahhh."

"Oh fuck-" Joel's gasp was a hoarse grunt as he writhed with increasing friction, stabbing his cock-meat into her harder with each thrust.

Helen would have cried out from sheer enjoyment at having her pussy so enthusiastically fucked, but at the moment, her mouth was filled with her son's rippling cock, its veined thickness sliding across her tongue and gouging the wet trench between her lips until she could hardly keep from biting down on it in a frenzy of pleasure.

"Shit, look at her take my cock!" Clay hissed, his balls bouncing against her cheek. "If this keeps up, I'm gonna shoot my wad all over her face! How're you doing, Joel?"

"Unnh-" Joel's breath burst out in a gasp as he writhed wildly, unable to halt the building eruption in his balls. "I'm really fucking her, man! Oh fuck-look at those titties bounce! I got to suck 'em, oh fucking shit yeah-"

Without warning, he swooped down, capturing a bright hard nipple between his lips and sucking on it fiercely.

"Mmmuuuhhh!"

Helen couldn't stop the whimper that tore from her lips then. Suddenly it was useless to pretend any longer. Her eyes flew open, and her tongue scooped in Clay's mouth as she arched her tit to Joel's face. She wrapped her legs around his supple waist and pounded up to his cock with abandoned joy.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Ummmfff!"

Both boys exclaimed their shock in unison. But Helen lapped her son's swollen prickhead between her lips and began to suck on it greedily.

A slow, knowing grin spread across Clay's face as he eagerly began to pump his cock down her throat.

"Take my cock, Mom! Take all my prick! Yeah, yeah!"

"Uhhm- uhh- uhh-"

Helen sucked and bounced, taking both pricks. Joel made noisy grunting sounds of fear and lust as he found himself pinned by his best friend's mom, unable to escape. Her pussy clamped on his cock and rode on it frantically as her huge, pillowy tit mashed against his mouth with smothering need.

Within moments, Joel's fear dwindled into new eagerness as he realized the truth: Mrs. Grant had caught them? but she wasn't mad at all. She was fucking like crazy!

With that realization, he resumed his fucking harder than ever, boring hist stiff, aching prick into the older woman and sucking her fat soft tit without the least hesitation.

"She's fucking us!" Clay exclaimed happily, shoving even more of his cock into her open mouth. "Show us some real fucking, Mom! Suck the jizz right out of us! Oh shit, yeah!"

Helen sensed the impending explosion building in her son's prick and sucked ferociously, sobbing for breath while hunching Joel's cock with a fury that would've thrown him off the bed if he hadn't been held in place by her legs.

Clay was the first to come, driving his cock to its base in her mouth and groaning out loud.

"Uhhhh-"

Hot spurts of jism poured down Helen's throat, and she gulped again and again, not allowing a single droplet of cum to escape.

A moment later, his cock, now soft and dripping and sucked dry, slipped free.

That was when Helen turned her full attention on Joel.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Joel! Harder baby, suck me and fuck me and shoot your cum for me-ahhhnnn! I'm coming, honey. Now! Now! Give it to ... meee . . . nowwwwoooowwww!"

She cried out and sobbed in complete abandonment as Joel let out a long happy muffled cry and released his pent-up load of fuck-cream as well.

"Maaahhhhhh!"

Cock-juice slammed up her gyrating cunt, and she shuddered into a wrenching orgasm with the teenager clamped in the embrace of her arms and pussy, soaking up all his steamy thick cum until he slumped, gasping and groaning between her slickened tits.

Both boys were breathing heavily, their pricks drooping and reddened from use.

But Helen wasn't finished yet. Not quite yet.

Now that her pussy had been churned into urgent need, she wanted more.

"Ummmm, that was so good," she purred, reaching for Clay's limp cock and fingering it as her other hand slipped down to cup and squeeze Joel's balls. "Now, aren't you glad I was awake to enjoy the fun as well?"

Clay laughed and nodded, while Joel smiled in a confused way. "You . . . you mean you're not . . . mad or anything, Mrs. Grant?"

"Mad?" Helen smiled up at him, taking time to wink at her son. "Why, of course I'm not mad, darling. The only hard feelings I'm interested in right now are here."

To emphasize her meaning she gave his shriveled cock a squeeze and felt a reassuring tug of awareness shiver through it. Then she went on.

"In fact, just to prove that I'm not holding any grudges, I'll show you just what I mean. Now lie back like a good boy, so Mrs. Grant can get a nice taste of that sweet fucking cock of yours ..."

Her hands guided Joel onto his back, and she rose to her hands and knees, scooting around so that he faced his fat, sluggish prick and sagging balls.

"Oh my," she murmured, observing the boy's big soft prick and kneeling down until her lips nearly brushed it. "Your cock needs some reviving, doesn't it? Maybe a little kiss would help. You wouldn't object to some mouth-to-cock resuscita-

tion, would you?"

Startled but obliging, Joel grinned broadly. "Hell, no! That'd be great!"

Helen's tongue darted out, lapping across Joel's wet prick and dipping to tease his balls. She licked and tongued every inch of his cock, quickly working it into stiffness once more. He groaned, delighting at the sight of this mature woman gobbling on his prick with her long, glossy brown hair cascading over his thighs and stomach.

"Oh yeah, that feels real good, Mrs. Grant. Yeahhh ..."

Helen lapped his prick into hardness once more, then smiled back at Clay, who'd been watching excitedly.

"And just what's the matter with you, young man? Now that you've got me going, you're not going to just stand there and look, are you? That horny cock of yours started this whole thing, and I have just the place for it now."

To prove her words, she spread her knees far apart, giving Clay an unobstructed view of her drooling cunt and asshole.

He took the broad hint immediately. "Sure, Mom. I'm an obedient son, aren't I?" He strode forward, guiding his now-hardened cock-meat to her flared cuntlips.

His cock sank effortlessly into her pussy, and with a happy groan, she turned her attention back to Joel.

"Now-ahhh!-now I'm going to show you just how much fun it can be to have my son for a friend, baby. I'm going to give you the best midnight snack you ever had, and-uhhhmmm . . . and I'm going to do all the eating!'*

Her mouth sank onto Joel's prick and began to suck, while Clay slid his prick in and out of her soaked pussy with fast, slurping noises.

Helen was getting fucked at both ends. Her head bobbed up and down on Joel's cock until his whole prick was vanishing between her lips. At the same time, she arched backward to take the thrust of her son's rigid cock.

Joel sighed and clutched the woman's head, his hips bucking and lurching as he twisted slightly to reach out and grasp her big dangling tits. His hands closed over her tits and began to squeeze with frantic milking motions as she sucked harder, groaning in renewed lust.

"Uhhm . . . muhh . . . umff . . ."

An instant later, all three of them were thrashing together, pounding their pricks into the lusty brunette as she sucked and fucked and sobbed without inhibition, swelling to fresh climax on their lovely lunging cocks.

' 'Muhhmm!" Helen cried out and surged violently with the first blasts of orgasm. Her writhings and whimpers only made both boys fuck their cocks into her all the harder, their bouncing balls loaded with fuck-cream, itching to explode.

Helen exploded first. Her body undulated harsh-ly as she let out an ecstatic shriek, coming in fantastic spasms.

Joel gave a hoarse cry and plowed up. Jism flooded Helen's mouth, spurting and drooling out between her lips as she tried to catch it all.

Then Clay came as well, unable to hold back with his mom's cunt squeezing his prick hard.

Helen came as if it would never end. Her body quaked with bliss, and cum streamed into two of her fuck-holes in soaring ripples.

For Helen, it was a dream come true. Two pricks at once, both at her command and both shoving themselves into her with mutual release like she'd never known.

When the last swells of orgasm finally subsided, she sank on the bed, in dribbling cock juice from her mouth and pussy.

"Oh, my babies," she groaned, sleepy and bloated with cum. "Sweet, sweet babies . . ." Smiling with rapture and dazed with fucking, she immediately drifted to sleep.

The weary boys grinned widely at each other and slipped from the room, satisfied.