Chapter 9
Monique stood in the doorway and watched the action in the bedroom. She was a little surprised to see her husband fucking his cock deep into her mother's pussy while Morgan and Karla kissed.
Shrugging her shoulders, Monique padded barefoot back to her bedroom and stepped into the shower.
Things have certainly changed in this house, thought Monique as she lathered up her long, lean, statuesque body, thinking about her sons, Phillip and Lane, as she pressed the bar of soap against her cuntlips.
She sighed as she rubbed the soap over her tits, making her nipples hard. Her left hand was busy between her legs, fondling her soapy cunt-bush, gliding her fingertips over her clit to send more hot tingles seeping through her luscious body.
Monique finger-fucked herself slowly, gently, heating up the fire of lust that seemed to be always burning in her since she gave Adley that blow-job in the bar. But even as she rubbed her clit and turned the fire into an inferno, she realized she needed something other than her own finger to satisfy her needs. She needed eock. Monique needed cock like she had never needed it before.
Since sucking her husband off in the saloon, Monique had been freed of the constraints that had bound her previously. Now she was horny, and she knew just what to do to find relief, and where to go to find relief.
Phillip and Lane. Her sons. Her strong, young, virile sons.
Monique rinsed the soap from her body, the shampoo from her hair. Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped her body in a large, fluffy cotton towel, thinking about what must be done--what should be done--before she seduced her sons.
It was waiting to get the cockmeat that she hungered for that tantalized Monique's senses, that made her lust for her sons more with each passing second. She could easily have walked into their room, her naked body dripping wet, and fucked them both. But that wasn't the way she wanted it to happen.
Monique took her time. She did her makeup and dried and styled her hair. Then she put on fresh fingernail polish. Lastly, she slipped into a very sheer burgundy robe, knotting the sash at her waist, allowing the lapels to remain wide-open to show off much of her creamy, high, firm tits. If it wasn't for the darkness of the robe, Monique's pink nipples would have been visible.
She went slowly and purposefully to her son's bedroom. Monique knocked softly on the door and stepped inside, not bothering to wait for a response. When Phillip and Lane saw her, Monique was pleased to watch their eyes rake hungrily up and down her body.
"Good morning," she said softly.
Monique sat on the foot of Lane's bed, crossing her legs at the knee. Her robe was open, displaying much of the golden flesh of her magnificently tapered thighs.
"How are my boys today?"
Monique saw that both Lane and Phillip had typical morning hard-ons. She smiled at Lane as he tried to hide it.
"There's no need for you to be embarrassed," she said, touching his prick through the blankets. "I'm not offended by it. Not at all."
Monique slowly pulled the blankets from Lane's body, pleased to see that he wasn't trying to stop her. When she finally exposed his prick, she smiled, judging that Lane's cock was even larger than his father's.
"It's beautiful," she murmured, then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the shaft of Lane's cock, holding his massive pricktip in the hot, moist cavern of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" Monique moaned, nibbling with her lips on her son's meaty prickshaft while her tongue curled around his throbbing cockhead.
Monique was twisted sideways on the bed, her robe open so much now that her naked pussy was almost visible to Phillip. As she pushed her lips down Lane's cock, sucking it into her mouth until his cockhead pressed against her tonsils, she could feel Phillip's gaze on her.
As it had been before, the thrill of giving a blow-job while she was being watched turned the heat on inside Monique's pussy. She gripped the teenager's prick in both fists, nodding her face over his cocktip, sucking his cockhead back and forth between her lips.
Monique heard Phillip mumble something under his breath, and the sound of the bed springs squeaking as he kicked his feet over the edge to the floor. A moment later, his hands were at her hips, turning her, making her uncross her legs as she nibbled on Lane's fiery, turgid cock.
"I'm going to eat your pussy," Phillip whispered.
Flicking her tongue against Lane's piss-hole, Monique moaned even louder, trying to let Phillip know that getting tongue-fucked was exactly what she had hoped for.
Phillip used his thumbs to gingerly pry apart the moist, pink lips of Monique's cunt. Then, with her tiny, throbbing clit visible, he touched the tip of his tongue to the nub.
"Ummmmmg!" Monique gasped, her lips ovaled around Lane's throbbing fuckshaft.
The contact of Phillip's warm, slick tongue against her clit had sent shock waves of ecstasy sizzling through her veins.
Monique bobbed on the end of her son's turgid prick, nibbling down the shaft until his cockhead was wedged firmly against the back of her mouth. As she gave him the lusty, cock-hungry blow-job, she twisted her hands around his cockshaft and stroked her fists up and down, making his cock throb and grow to its full ten inches in length.
The position was a little uncomfortable for Monique, but that seemed of little consequence as she tantalized her taste buds with her son's delicious cock. She bobbed over bis prick, sucking and stroking it to the best of her ability, twitching as Phillip fucked his slithering tongue deep into her pussy.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique moaned, her robe still knotted, but open enough now so that one tit slipped out into the open.
Lane propped his shoulders up, sliding his elbows beneath him so that he could more easily watch his mother's face gliding to and fro over his prick.
He just couldn't believe she was actually sucking his cock, giving him the kind of blow-job that he had dreamed about but had never really gotten. She looked so stunningly beautiful with his prick distorting her features, ovaling her bright-red lips, filling her hotly sucking mouth.
Lane's eyes scanned down to Monique's one exposed tit. Her nipple stood out defiantly, prominently. He wanted to suck on her nipple, but to do that meant taking his bone-hard prick out of her hot mouth, and getting his mother's lips off his prick was about the last thing that Lane wanted.
"Mmmmmmft!" Monique slurped, curling her tongue around the fiery shaft of Lane's prick. She spread her legs a little farther apart, giving Phillip more room to tongue and suck her moist, seething cunt. Each time his tongue whipped tenderly over her clit, her whole body jerked from the erotic charge of it.
The head of Lane's cock rubbed against the inside of Monique's mouth, causing her cheek to swell out, distorting her facial features even more. She scraped her hot tongue over his shaft, feeling a blue, jagged vein throbbing and pulsing hotly.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique purred, her mind spinning as she filled her mouth with Lane's red-hot prick while Phillip's probing tongue slashed over her sizzling pink clit.
Phillip nibbled softly on his mother's clit. With his right hand, palm up, he slipped his first two fingers between her cuntlips, driving them into her pussy until his knuckles pressed against her.
He could hear Monique moaning, and Phillip wasn't sure whether she was moaning because of the joy of giving Lane a blow-job, or because of his tongue and fingers and lips working over , her cunt.
With this thought buzzing around in bis head, Phillip became determined to tongue his mother's cunt better than anyone ever had.
Using Ms fingers, tongue and lips, Phillip worked over Monique's cuntlips and clit. He thrust Ms tongue and two fingers deep into her cunt, lapping up the delicious, sweet pussy-juice that oozed out, salivating at the taste of it.
He moved his hand back and forth, sliding two stiffened fingers into his mother's pussy until his fist pushed firmly against her cuntlips. He wiggled his fingers around inside Monique's seething cunt, tantalizing her deep inside as his tongue flicked restlessly over her bud-like clit.
Monique was going crazy as she tried to concentrate on sucking Lane's huge prick. Phillip was sucking on her clit and finger-fucking her exactly the way she liked to have it done, and it was almost impossible for her to continue dragging her butter-soft lips back and forth over Lane's meaty, rigid cock while this was going on.
"Don't stop!" Lane hissed through clenched teeth when his mother momentarily stopped bobbing over his fiery cock.
Monique was shocked when Lane grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down. Her wide mouth was ovaled around the fiery shaft of his throbbing ten-inch prick. She sputtered softly when Lane's engorged, mushroom cockhead slammed hard against the back of her mouth, driving down her throat.
"Suck me, damn it!" Lane hissed.
The vehemence of her own son's tone was just as shocking as his words. Monique suddenly realized that she had started something that she couldn't back out of. Lane wouldn't allow her to stop sucking his prick until he had shot his balls' hot load of cum in her mouth.
Monique pushed Phillip's head out from between her thighs. She couldn't allow him to lick her clit and tongue-fuck her any longer because she needed to give her complete attention to giving Lane his blow-job.
Twisting around and slipping off the bed, Monique knelt on the floor so that her body was at a right angle to Lane's prone body. She filled her hot, sucking mouth with bis red-hot prick, swirling her tongue around his meaty cockhead. Gliding her tongue against his piss-hole, Monique tasted the first drop of pre-cum to trickle out of her son's balls.
"Ohhhhh!" Lane sighed, keeping his fingers entwined in his mother's silky blonde hair, forcing her face to jerk up and down over his prick. Each time he pushed her head down, he gave his hips an upward jerk, driving his pricktip into her mouth until he drove into her throat.
It took all of Monique's will power to keep from choking and gagging on her son's enor- mous cock. She could feel his cockhead driving into her throat, and when it did, it was like her throat was being ripped apart.
Phillip, only mildly concerned with his mother's discomfort, moved on the floor, holding her by the hips. He had gotten extremely turned-on by tongue-fucking her, and now he wanted to put his prick where his fingers and tongue had been.
Phillip brought his throbbing cockhead to the tight, pink, juicy lips of his mother's seething cunt. He held Monique by the hip with one hand, gripping the pulsating shaft of his prick with the other.
"Ummmmg!" Monique groaned, fighting to control herself as she felt his cockhead sliding several inches down her throat.
Lane's cockhead was vibrating in her throat when Monique felt the heat and spongjness of Phillip's cockhead pushed demandingly, threateningly, against her cuntlips. Wrapping both hands around the shaft of Lane's cock to prevent him from pushing even more of his ten-inch prick down her throat, she waited for Phillip's harsh, lust-driven invasion of cockmeat into her pussy.
"Gotta fuck you!" Phillip hissed, pausing a moment to make sure his prick was at the right angle to slide smoothly into his mother's wet cunt.
Monique groaned softly as the long column of her son's prick lanced into her cunt. He shoved all but two inches of his bone-hard prick into her cunt on the first lunge. Pulling back until he saw the ridge of his cockhead sliding out of her cuntlips, Phillip plowed into his mother a second time, this time burying all of his nine-inch fucker into the seething recesses of her turgid pussy.
"Ummmmm!" Monique moaned, feeling Phillip's driving hips slamming hard against her asscheeks.
Now that Monique had her hands wrapped around the shank of Lane's colossal prick, he couldn't drive too much of his cock down her throat. She was able to suck on his cock without choking, and the lust that had previously made her head spin was once again sizzling in her veins.
Monique curled her tongue around Lane's throbbing pricktip. Her lips mashed against the side of her right fist as Phillip's prick seesawed back and forth between her cuntlips, filling her juicy cunt with his masculinity. Though Lane continued her jerk her head up and down, forcing her to whip her lips over his cockhead and a couple of inches of his cockshaft, Monique was loving every second of it.
"Suck me!" Lane hissed, his voice little more than a croaking whisper as he felt the tension in his balls building. "Suck me, Mother!"
Monique could taste the tangy pre-cum that was oozing out of Lane's balls, and it excited her. She was thirsty to gulp down his full wad of cum, to shiver with ecstasy as his balls exploded and thick spurts of cum flooded her mouth.
The two horny teenagers threw themselves at Monique's exquisite face and tight, juicy cunt. Phillip held tightly onto his mother's trim hips, his own hips pistohing smoothly, like a well-oiled engine, driving his prick deep into her massaging pussy.
Lane was unaware of how hard he was pulling on Monique's hair as he jerked her face up and down over his red-hot prick. His eyes were glassy, wide, almost unseeing as he stared at her face bobbing to and fro over his meaty prick.
He watched Monique's lips descend over his cock, then mash against the edge of her small fist as he crammed as much of his prick into her hotly sucking mouth as she would allow him.
"Mmmmmmm!" Monique moaned.
The thick, club-like cock that rocketed into her pussy was gliding over Monique's clit, turning her on, igniting an inferno of lust in the blonde woman's soul that wouldn't be quenched until all her girl-cum had sluiced out of her overheated pussy.
Monique's tits shook, sometimes pressing against the edge of the bed as she rocked on her knees, her sons' cocks driving hard into her mouth and pussy. She felt Phillip pulling at her sash, which only caused the knot at her stomach to get even tighter.
"Goddamn it!" Phillip hissed, unable to take off his mother's robe. Angrily he pushed the robe aside, completely exposing the luscious moons of her asscheeks, plowing his prick between her cuntlips with all the energy in his body.
"Ugh!" Monique gasped, struggling to get a breath of air as her red lips were forced to oval around Lane's thick prick.
Monique suddenly realized that she'd had enough from her sons. She, after all, was their mother, and her boys would do exactly as she commanded.
Monique took her right hand away from Lane's prick and struck him on the forehead, knocking his hand away from the back of her head. She felt several strands of her satiny blonde hair get torn from her scalp.
"Stop it now!" she spat angrily. "You, too, Phillip!"
There was authority in Monique's tone, even though her cuntlips were still tightly wrapped around the shaft of Phillip's prick.
"I'll get you both off, but don't for a second think you're going to rape me. Is that clear?"
Monique's eyes were burning with anger as she twisted on her knees, sliding out from between the bed and Phillip, getting the teenager's steelish prick out of her pussy.
"Now listen to me carefully," Monique continued, getting to her feet. She worked at the sash around her waist to untie it as she continued speaking. "I love fucking you and I love giving you blow-jobs. But you're not going to go at me like there's no tomorrow. Is that clear?"
Phillip and Lane both nodded quickly. The boys were more than just a little frightened that Monique would walk out of the room and leave them with hard-ons that they couldn't do anything about.
"Good. I just wanted you both to know who is the boss around here."
Monique shrugged her shoulders and her robe fell to the floor. Now gloriously naked, she grabbed her firm tits and squeezed them from the outsides, making her cherry nipples stand out even more.
"Come on, let's get it on! I want you both, but you've got to be concerned about my feelings, too. You can't just worry about your own satisfaction."
"Yes, Mother," the boys said in unison.
Monique stretched out on Phillip's bed, placing her feet on the mattress and raising her knees to form a silky valley of thigh flesh for one of her sons to slide into. Lane and Phillip moved to the bed, looking down at Monique's extraordinary body.
The lusty blonde mother realized the boys were waiting for her to tell them what to do. She smiled, pleased that she'd regained control over the situation.
"Lane, as long as I've sucked you this far, why don't you let me suck you off. I want to drink your cum," Monique purred lustily. "And Phillip--nice and easy now--I want your cock in my pussy. You can fuck me while I suck your brother off."
Lane was the first to move. He slipped carefully onto the bed, putting bis knees just under Monique's arms so that his big cock hung out over her face. He leaned forward as she grabbed his prick, bending it downward, bringing his throbbing, bullet-shaped cockhead to her glistening red lips.
"You've got a wonderful cock," Monique purred, her eyes glittering with lust as she looked up into her son's face. "I love sucking it, and I can tell that you'll really give me a lot of cum."
"Yes, Mother," Lane replied obediently.
"Fuck my face," Monique continued, occasionally flicking her pink tongue out to graze it against the clefted underside of her son's cockhead. "I want you to fuck my mouth until you cum."
Monique was no longer frightened that Lane would force her to deep-throat his enormous prick. Once she had his cockhead between her lips, she took her hands away from his prick, availing her mouth to his thrusts, allowing him to fuck her face however he liked.
Lane started rocking his hips, which caused the underside of his muscular thighs to rub against Monique's hard, tingling nipples. She moaned softly, her lips ovaled around the broad shaft of his cock, shivering passionately on her son's bed as salty drops of pre-cum oozed out of Lane's piss-hole onto her tongue.
Monique felt the bed rock slightly, and a moment later Phillip's cockhead was nudging against her tingling pink cuntlips. Monique closed her eyes, salivating freely around the cock that moved slowly back and forth between her lips, waiting for the ecstatic sensation of having Phillip's rigid cock sliding into her cunt, rubbing against her aroused, fiery clit.
Monique laced her fingers together behind her head, her cheeks hollowed in to surround the cock that filled her mouth. She could feel Phillip's hips sliding against her thighs as he pumped his prick to the depths of her hot cunt, driving his red-hot cock into her pussy until his balls rested in the warm, smooth, tight valley of her asscheeks.
The hot-blooded blonde closed her eyes, sucking softly, letting her adoring sons fuck her face and pussy at whatever tempo they liked. Lane, who had previously driven his cock between her lips until his pricktip gouged a path down her throat, was now fucking her mouth almost tenderly, filling her mouth with his cock, but never trying to drive it down her throat. Between her slender thighs, Phillip was filling her juicy pussy with his fuckmeat without slamming into her like he was stabbing her with his prick.
"Ohhhhhh!" Lane sighed, jerking his hips quickly, fucking just the cockhead of his red-hot prick back and forth between his mother's lips.
Monique looked up into Lane's face and saw the lusty tension reflected there. She lashed at his cockhead and received the reward she had worked for--his salty, delicious, pungent cum.
Hot, spurting jets of cum jetted out of Lane's piss-hole, splattering against the roof of Monique's mouth. The cum was extremely thick, syrup-like, washing over her frisking tongue as his body quivered.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique moaned passionately, waiting until her mouth was almost completely filled with cum before swallowing the salty jism.
Monique had to swallow several times to completely drain her son's balls of all the cum they had. She was still swallowing when she heard the choked cry of ecstasy from Phillip. As he gasped, she felt his superheated spurts of cum splattering against the slick walls of her pussy.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique purred, a strange smile on her face even as her lips tightened around the throbbing shaft of Lane's magnificent prick.
Taking Lane's cock by the shaft, Monique eased his cockhead out of her mouth. Phillip's prick, which had stopped detonating cum into her pussy, was still stretching her cuntlips.
"Come on," Monique whispered to her boys, rubbing Lane's cockhead over her cheeks and nose as she spoke. "Let's go find out what the others are doing. It's orgy time, isn't it?"