Chapter 2
"Boys," said Ada Montgomery, "here comes your mother. I HOPE."
Mrs. Montgomery, a neighbor who was watching Ron and Jon till their mother could retrieve them, was more than delighted to see the boys go. The fourteen-year-old twins were more than a handful, they were positive devils. In the three days since their father's death, they had eaten everything in her house, wrecked a considerable amount of furniture, and driven poor Mrs. Montgomery up the walls. She prayed that the strange woman coming up the front walk was their mother, Trudy Worth. If so, she didn't envy her.
Ron and Jon were lounging on the sofa, watching TV and eating enormous ham sandwiches. It was a kick having an excuse to stay out of school, and the boys were making the most of it. They had felt little grief at their father's sudden and unexpected death, for Howard Worth had ceased to be much of a presence in their life for some time now. Meek, mild, and too timid to discipline the twins, he had become only their cook and source of money, a shadowy figure who kept out of their way and let them run wild. Poor old Dad, as they usually thought of him, didn't like arguments, didn't like violence, and so he just ignored the twins' mischief and did nothing to guide or correct their misbehavior. Consequently the boys were rude, undisciplined, and totally without moral principles. Teachers dreaded having the Worth twins in their classes, and the neighbors had given up trying to stop the damage the boys did to their cars, houses and yards. As Mrs. Montgomery remarked later, the departure of Ron and Jon ought to become a day of celebration throughout Los Angeles.
"Boys," she repeated, "I think your mother is here."
The twins finally looked up from the TV-she still couldn't tell them apart, they seemed so completely identical in all respects-and paid attention to what she was saying. Tall, lanky, handsome boys with brown hair to their shoulders and alert brown eyes, they grinned at her with identical smiles.
"Oh, yeah?" said one of them. "Let's have a look."
"Let's," said the other.
They raced to the window, heavy feet rattling Mrs. Montgomery's expensive china. "Holy shit," said one of them, "will you look at the boobs on her?"
Mrs. Montgomery blushed scarlet but said nothing. In three days she'd learned that if she scolded the boys for bad language, they would reply with even worse. She just stood aside and prayed that the woman was their mother and would take them away instantly.
Ron and Jon saw a tall middle-aged woman with chestnut hair and nice legs coming up the front walk. She was a little heavy, perhaps, but still had a super body. Even in her prim wool suit, her huge heavy breasts poked out prominently, swaying and jiggling even in the confinement of a bra. She had a handsome but cold face, was expensively dressed, and didn't seem very pleased to be there. She extended a gloved finger and rang the doorbell.
Mrs. Montgomery literally flew to open the door. "Mrs. Worth?" she said eagerly.
"Yes," said Trudy, "I'm Mrs. Worth. You must be Mrs. Montgomery. Are my sons here?"
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Montgomery said grimly. "Please come in."
Trudy stepped inside and saw the twins grinning at her-or, more exactly, at her tits. They seemed quite open and unashamed about it, their bright brown eyes glued to the points of her large full breasts. Trudy thought it was rude of them, but she didn't want to start their relationship by scolding. She stared back, rather pleased at how healthy and handsome her sons appeared. They were almost as tall as she was, slim but muscular, halfway between childhood and manhood. Their height and build came from Howard, but their chestnut hair and handsome features were Trudy's. She smiled and said, "Well, hello, Ron and Jon. I'm your mother, Trudy."
"Hi," said one of the boys.
"Hi," said the other. They grinned at her. Trudy saw right away that she had a problem, there seemed no way to tell the boys apart. Would she have to write their names on their foreheads? Well, that problem would have to be solved later. There was a lot of business to take care of today, including getting moved into their new house. Trudy had decided to settle in Los Angeles, since the boys were used to it. She wouldn't have to work for a while, since Howard had left her quite a bit of money, and before finding another job she and the boys could become acquainted. She prayed they'd get along. None of this was going to be easy, for her or for the twins.
"Well, get your things," she said, "and let's go. I have an appointment with a real estate agent to see a house."
The boys scurried off to their room to get their luggage. "Man, oh, man," said Ron, "she's got the biggest tits I ever saw."
"Maybe they're falsies," said Jon. "Anyhow, we'll find out soon." Both boys snickered.
The grateful Mrs. Montgomery helped carry the luggage to Trudy's car, and they were off. "Where's our new house?" said Jon. "Is it in this section of town?"
"Yes," said Trudy. "I've arranged it so you can keep going to the same school. You won't be separated from your friends."
The twins looked at each other and shrugged. They hated school and they didn't have any friends. Their peers considered them trouble-makers and bullies. Ron and Jon formed a tight little society of two. They just hoped their "new" mother would leave them alone to do thenown thing, the way poor old Dad had done.
Trudy drove up to a large white stucco house with well-kept grounds, and almost before she had the car stopped, Ron and Jon were jumping out and whooping with delight. "Oh, man, what a great house!" said Ron. "It's got a swimming pool. Can we go swimming right now, Trudy?"
"Sure," said Trudy. "Go right ahead." It would get them out of her hair for a while, while she talked to the real estate agent.
The boys dragged the luggage indoors, and when Trudy entered the house she found Ron and Jon stark naked in the living room. She stopped still and blushed deeply. "Boys," she said, "the real estate man may be here any minute. Don't you think you should put on your bathing suits in the bedroom?"
"We're not wearing suits," said Jon nonchalantly. "They're no fun. Come on, Ron, let's go!"
The boys took off through the house, and Trudy heard loud splashing as they dived into the pool. She stood still, feeling rather strange. She'd seen them naked for only a minute, but she couldn't get the image out of her mind. Their identical young bodies were so sleek and tan and handsome. She could still see the newly broadening shoulders, the flat bellies, the wispy dark pubic hair just forming at their crotches. Even more vividly she could see their half-grown pale limp cocks, with wrinkled, uncircumcised tips, and their flaccid rosy hairless balls. She remembered how their little white pricks had bounced and flopped when they ran, remembered their tight small asses-and to her wonder and shame, she felt a sudden glowing hotness in her cunt, then a great spurt of pussy juice that soaked right through her panties and trickled down her thighs. My God, what was the matter with her? She'd been turned on by her own sons, innocent boys only fourteen years old.
Hastily Trudy got out a hanky and wiped the sticky hot cream from her thighs, blushing with shame. She was just lowering her skirt when she heard a car in the driveway. It had to be the real estate man. She tried to compose her flushed face, and she forced a smile when she went to answer the doorbell. There stood a very tall, beefy, red-faced man of around forty, wearing a white Stetson and white cowboy boots. Good God, thought Trudy, what's this supposed to be? Does he think he's John Wayne?
"Howdy, ma'am," he said in a deep voice, "I'm Buck Stevens, from Stevens Realty. I expect you're Mrs. Worth?"
Trudy nodded and shook his huge paw, hardly able to keep from laughing. She led the way inside and said, "I haven't had a chance to look at the house yet, Mr. Stevens-"
"Call me Buck," he said.
"Very well, Buck. I just got here myself, and I haven't toured the house yet, but the boys are delighted with the pool."
"Well, let's just look at the rest of the spread," said Buck jovially.
He and Trudy walked through the house, but she hardly saw a thing. She was having an attack of lust so powerful that she could scarcely stand up. She kept seeing Ron and Jon naked and cavorting, their little white pricks flapping gaily, their rosy balls bouncing. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself for getting hot over her own children, but she couldn't seem to help it. She just had to shape up, though, and close this real estate deal. One house seemed as good as another, and she needed a place to stay. At last "Buck" Stevens led the way into the master bedroom, and Trudy forced herself to attend to his words.
"Real spacious," he was saying, "wall-to-wall carpets, drapes, completely furnished. That's a king-size bed. It's a bargain at this price, ma'am, and if I were you-"
"I'll take it," said Trudy. She didn't care what the room looked like, she just wanted to conclude the deal.
"Well, well, you make up your mind fast," said Buck Stevens. "I like that. You know a good deal when you see one." He stood there, towering over her in his cowboy clothes, ruddy-faced and grinning. For the first time Trudy noticed that he seemed interested in her-more than interested. His watery blue eyes were running swiftly up and down her body, focusing hungrily on her great swelling breasts. Suddenly he leered at her in an unmistakable way. "Now that we've got this deal concluded," he said, "maybe you and me could make a private deal of our own. If you see what I mean." He chuckled and moved toward her.
Trudy saw instantly what he had in mind, and her first impulse was to kick him in the balls. He had no right to approach her like this, as if she were a whore. On the other hand, she was so horny she could hardly stand it. She needed to be balled very badly, and Buck looked as if he could handle the job. There'd be no involvement, no aftermath-he was wearing a wedding ring, and his business didn't allow for scandal. She could safely get it on with him, if only the twins would stay in the pool. She knew her idea was wicked and immoral, but she just had to get laid. She was ready to scream with sexual tension. She glanced at Buck's crotch and saw that he had an enormous hard-on. That did it. She had to have him.
"Wait just a second," she said breathlessly. "I have to be sure the kids won't walk in on us."
He chuckled. "You do that. Lock the door."
Trudy peeked out the window and saw the twins splashing happily in the pool. It looked as if they'd stay there for a while. She locked the bedroom door, and when she turned around, Buck was already naked, standing there and grinning at her. He had a very long penis, eight inches at least, and it was enormously thick and bloated, swaying heavily from its thick nest of dark pubic curls. Cream dribbled from his fat purple glans and dripped onto the carpet. Trudy felt her belly melting with lust, felt saliva pooling in her mouth. She could hardly wait to get that huge dong into her cunt. She grinned wickedly at Buck Stevens and began to take off her clothes.
No sooner had Trudy finished looking out the window than Ron and Jon emerged from the pool. Their short swim had been fun, but they were suddenly overcome with a stronger urge, hunger. Like most boys their age, they seemed to eat constantly. "Let's have a look in the kitchen," said Jon. "Maybe she hasn't had time to buy groceries yet, but there's always hope."
"Right," said Ron.
The boys found the kitchen empty. They started to look for Trudy and couldn't find her, either. Noticing the second car in front, they gathered that the real estate man had arrived, and that Trudy was off in another room with him, and they began to prowl the house. Before long they came to the locked door of Trudy's bedroom. Even through the closed door they could hear strange noises-panting, sighing, heavy breathing.
"What the fuck?" whispered Ron.
"Let's peek," said Jon. "Follow me. I think I know a way."
The twins tiptoed into the next bedroom, and there was a connecting bathroom with the door slightly ajar. Now the strange noises were louder. Ron and Jon tiptoed into the bathroom and peeked around the edge of the door. "Oh, boy," whispered Jon, "this is our lucky day."
"Ssshhh," said Ron. "Don't fuck it up."
What the boys saw was a strange man, very big and bearish, standing naked in the center of the room watching Trudy take off her clothes. The twins watched goggle-eyed as their mother removed her bra and her great heavy white breasts bounced into their natural curve. Ron and Jon managed to suppress their exclamations of wonder and delight, but Buck Stevens said, "Holy Jesus, ma'am, you got the biggest, most beautiful jugs I ever seen. Just come on over here and let me play with 'em."
Trudy grinned wickedly and continued to take off her clothes. She was quick about it, though, and soon the boys were gawking at the sweet dark little triangle of her mons fur. Ron and Jon had done their share of peeping in their old neighborhood, but they'd never watched a woman as stacked as Trudy. Nor had they ever seen a couple making love-for in spite of their mischievous behavior and lack of discipline, the twins were still inexperienced in sex. They waited breathlessly to see what Trudy and the strange man would do.
Trudy kicked aside her panties and approached the big beefy man. Her enormous tits swayed and jiggled enticingly, the nipples large and pink. When she got within arm's reach, Buck gave a loud, horny growl and swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the huge bed. He was walking toward the twins' hiding place now, and they could see his long fat prick waving heavily before him, grossly erect, the pale skin taut and strained. To the boys' inexperienced eyes, his cock seemed gigantic, his balls as big as pears. Ron and Jon looked on enviously and wistfully, wondering if their immature genitals would ever grow that large.
"Christ," Jon said despairingly, "it's like an elephant's."
"Ssshhh," said Ron.
Buck set Trudy down on the bed, and she lay there flushed and trembling, looking up at the big, beefy, grinning man. She didn't really like him as a person, she thought he was a phony, but she sure as hell needed his cock. Everything else was forgotten, even the chance that the twins might come looking for her. Her pussy burned and ached with need, and all she could think of was getting Buck's stiff meat inside her. Her large dark eyes glowed with lust, and her hungry vagina creamed steadily, creating a sticky little pool on the bedspread. Hurry, she thought, oh, please, hurry....
Buck sat down heavily beside her, a horny grin on his plump face. His rigid dick stuck straight up in the air. He glanced at it, then at Trudy. "Maybe you'd like a little taste of this meat?" he said. "Before we get down to more serious stuff."
Trudy grimaced. The implication was clear-suck his cock or forget about being balled. She really didn't want to take that gross dribbling thing in her mouth, but she needed to be fucked so badly, she probably would have stood on her head and whistled if he'd asked her to. She swallowed hard, then crawled over to him and dipped her glossy chestnut head into his lap. His furiously creaming cock brushed her cheek, leaving sticky traces, and again Trudy felt repulsion. His cream was strong-smelling, and his huge dick looked far too big for her mouth. But his wishes were clear, and if she wanted any satisfaction for herself, she'd have to blow him first. She fastened her lips around the wet purple head of his penis and slowly sucked inward. The salty taste of his juices assaulted her tongue, and his great girth stretched her lips painfully. He was so long that she could take in only half the length of his great cock. She began to suck him, and Buck Stevens snorted with excitement.
"Aw, Jesus, yeah," he said, "that's right, you just keep doing that, little lady. That's nice, real nice...."
Trudy didn't think it was nice at all. Her mouth threatened to split, and in his excitement Buck was pumping his cock back and forth, butting the back of her throat and making her gag. Her sucking seemed to please him, though, for he dribbled an increasing flood of cream from the bloated hole of his glans, and he panted and whinnied with pleasure. She just prayed he wouldn't cum in her mouth-she didn't think she could stomach that.
"Aw, Christ, yeah, eat my dick," he said, grabbing her head and pumping it up and down on his bloated meat, "suck it hard, sweetheart ... YEAH."
Trudy didn't have to do any work now. Buck had taken over completely, working her head up and down, ramming his giant stiff dick in and out of her tortured mouth, using her like some mechanical fucking device. She felt a moment of panic-he was so strong, he could easily ram his thick meat right down her throat and choke her. Suddenly, however, he gave a great sigh and let her go. Trudy jerked her mouth off his spit-soaked cock and gasped for breath. Buck sat there leering at her.
"Mighty tasty, huh?" he said. "I had to quit, I almost came. Now I'm gonna ball you, little lady. You ready?"
"More than ready," said Trudy with a sigh.
"Then let's GO," bellowed Buck, throwing himself on her. Trudy wasn't expecting the sudden assault, and she felt herself flattened and knocked breathless. The man must have weighed over two hundred pounds. Again she felt smothered and trapped. His huge hairy sweaty body ground her into the bed, covered her completely, and his massive arms locked around her in a powerful grip, his giant paws finding her plump buttocks and pulling her pelvis up tight against his. She started to whimper in protest, but her whimper changed to a shriek of delight as she felt his huge thick penis snaking swiftly, deeply, into her soaked and famished cunt. She threw her head back in ecstasy, let her legs fall wide open, and dug her nails into the slick sweaty flesh of his shoulders.
"Oh, my God, YES," she cried, "yes, yes, fuck me ... Oh, yes, put it into me, do it to me hard. Ahhh...."
"You like it, huh?" Buck said unnecessarily. "Well, I'll do my best to oblige, ma'am."
He began to hump her like a stallion, smacking his plump belly loudly against hers, digging his huge prick deep into her, moving with the speed and force of a pile driver. It was brutal, but Trudy loved it. It was just what she needed after being horny for so long. How long had it been since she'd slept with a man? She could hardly remember. Years, probably, she had so little time for dating. She jerked her hips blissfully in time to his violent deep strokes, clawed his shoulders in helpless passion, and screamed her pleasure hoarsely. She was a little surprised at her unrestrained behavior-it told her how she'd neglected her deepest needs, how her body craved a male partner. She hoped that in the future she wouldn't have to go so long without fucking. She wanted to change her life, take care of her nagging sexual needs. She had waited far too long for this. "Oh, God," she said, "I love it, I loVe it, don't stop ... Ball me, fuck me, yes, YES...."
Buck was more than obliging. He gave her a hard grinding fuck that left her bruised and raw but happy. Her explosive climax was yet another sign that she needed a permanent steady lover in her life, but not Buck Stevens. She wanted more than a good lay. She wanted someone she could love.
The twins watched the whole performance, right through Trudy's screeching climax and Buck's bellowing cum. Then they scurried back to the pool to discuss what they'd seen. "Jesus," said Ron, thoroughly impressed, "that guy had the biggest dick I've ever seen."
"You haven't seen many," said Jon, "but it was pretty big." He sighed deeply. "It really looked like fun, didn't it? Man, we gotta get laid."
"Sure," Ron said mournfully, "but with who? You know those chicks at school. They won't even let you cop a feel."
"To hell with them," said Jon. "Let's make it with Trudy."
"Trudy?" said Ron. "But she's our mother."
"So what?" said Jon. "She likes to fuck, doesn't she? So why shouldn't we give it a try?"
Ron grinned wickedly. "Yeah," he said, "why not?"