Chapter 3
Trudy's climax with Buck, although thoroughly satisfying, had not been without some distraction. She was cumming, clinging to him and screaming her intense pleasure, when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Dizzy with orgasm, her sight was blurred, but she was certain that she saw two pairs of bright brown eyes peering at her from around the bathroom door. Those damned kids! She said nothing to Buck, since it was a family matter, but she vowed to punish the boys later. If they were in the habit of spying, it had to be nipped in the bud.
When Buck had left, Trudy put on her bathrobe and stalked out to the pool where the twins were sunning themselves naked. "Ron and Jon," she said sternly, "you spied on me and Mr. Stevens. That was very naughty. I'm afraid I'll have to punish you."
Ron and Jon exchanged startled looks. How had she detected them? They weren't used to punishment, either. Their father had never had the courage to tackle both of them at once. Ron looked up at Trudy and said lamely, "Gosh, Trudy, we didn't mean anything by it. We were just taking a piss, and we happened to hear something, so we looked. We didn't look very long, did we, Jon?"
"Nope," said Jon. He calculated no more than half an hour, which really wasn't very long.
"Nevertheless," Trudy said, "you have to learn to keep your noses out of other people's business, and the sooner you learn, the better. I'm sending you to bed early. No dinner, just a quick bath, and then you're to stay in your room. Now, get moving, both of you."
Ron and Jon could hardly believe their ears. Being sent to bed early without supper was for four-year-olds, besides, they'd never been punished before. Trudy turned and started back for the house, and behind her back Jon made a signal that they should push her into the pool. Ron shook his head, signaling his brother to wait until they could discuss their strategy. For the time being they would play along with her.
The boys followed Trudy with apparent meekness, and she led the way to the bathroom and began running water in the tub. "Just a quick wash," she said, "and then to bed. I don't mean to be harsh on our first day together, but I want you boys to understand that I won't tolerate any mischief."
Behind her back, the twins gave her the fuck finger, but when she turned around, they were all smiles. The boys hopped into the tub and began to wash, while Trudy supervised. There was quite a bit of washing to be done, since Ron and Jon never took a bath unless they felt like it, and that wasn't very often. "You'll have a bath every night from now on," said Trudy reprovingly. "I'm afraid your father wasn't strict enough in that department."
Ron and Jon grinned at each other, recalling the last time their Dad had tried to make them bathe. He'd ended up in the tub instead, with all his clothes on, and he knew the boys better than to attempt it again. They pretended to cooperate with Trudy, however, until they could be alone to make plans. If their mother thought she was going to control them, she had a surprise coming. No woman-indeed, no adult-was going to tell them what to do.
Ron and Jon couldn't resist a little mischief, however. They were adept at shocking adults, and the chance was too good to miss. They began soaping their limp white little cocks with great vigor, pumping swiftly with soapy fists, until both of them had acquired an erection. The boys looked quite innocent while they did this, and Trudy could say nothing, although she blushed furiously when she realized what was happening.
"Mine's bigger than yours," Ron said proudly, holding up his rigid little peter for his brother to see.
"Like hell," said Jon. "Mine's a lot bigger than yours. Isn't it, Trudy?" He lifted his stiff little dick from the soapy water so she could see it.
Trudy opened her mouth, but for the moment no words came out. How was she supposed to deal with a situation like this? She'd had the boys as babies for a very short time, only a few months, so she had no experience as a mother. Also she thought their behavior was naughty, but they seemed so innocent and friendly. She didn't know what to say. At last she decided to be calm and sensible, not to make a big deal of it. She mustn't let them know she was upset.
"Well, boys," she said, "since you're identical twins, I suppose you must be exactly the same size. Looks that way to me."
She certainly looked hard enough. She couldn't take her eyes off those two sweet little cocks poking stiffly from the suds. She estimated them to be four, maybe five, inches long, and rather skinny compared to Buck's enormous dick, but somehow they appealed to her far more than the adult model. The twins had barely any pubic hair at the base of their jaunty little pricks, just a faint dark fuzz. Their rosy balls seemed utterly hairless, pure and clean. The boys weren't circumcised, and the glans of their cocks were sheathed in tender pale wrinkled skin. Trudy felt a mad impulse to reach out and play with those cute little peters, and as she thought of it her cunt began to weep hot cream. Dear God, how could she be horny AGAIN? She'd just had a violent fuck with the real estate man, besides, these kids were only fourteen, her own sons. It was evil, disgusting, for her to be turned on by them. Blushing hotly, she turned away and got two large clean bath towels from the cupboard.
"Time to get out," she said.
There was no answer. Apparently the boys hadn't heard her. She was about to repeat herself when she heard one of them say, "I can jerk off faster than you can."
"You're on," said the other.
Trudy couldn't believe her ears. Surely she must be mistaken. The boys couldn't possibly do anything so naughty right in front of her. They seemed far too young to know what "jerking off" meant. She turned slowly, then stopped still and blushed again. The boys were sitting in the water, pumping their small stiff pricks with furious concentration, their fists flying. The swift pumping had worked back the wrinkled foreskins of their cocks and she could see the cherry red glans, sweet and pure and inviting. Tiny droplets of pearl-like cream bubbled from the tiny holes. Again Trudy's pussy went wet and hot with arousal. She thought how much fun it would be to play with those cute little pokers, to pet them, taste them, to lick up the pearly bubbles ... Then she caught herself and blushed. What was the matter with her? Was she so depraved that she could contemplate having sex with a couple of children?
"Boys," she said sternly, "stop that at once. It's wicked."
Too late. Jon gave a little gasp and white glistening cum shot from his twitching little peter, arcing into the air and coming down to splatter on his brother's chest. Seconds later Ron shot his load, effectively splattering his twin. The boys laughed delightedly. "I won," said Jon.
"Yeah, but I'll get you next time," said Ron.
Trudy was too shocked to scold. "Oh, dear," she said wearily, "now you'll have to wash again."
She never knew how she got through the next half hour. The boys had a water fight, drenching the entire bathroom, and they wrestled all the way down the hall. Even when she closed their bedroom door, she could hear the on-going pillow fight, but she was too tired to deal with it. She just staggered away, hoping they'd tire themselves out soon and go to sleep. Motherhood was already proving too much for her. She'd never dreamed it could be such a hassle.
Trudy looked at the shambles of the bathroom and decided to leave it till the next morning. She was overwrought and exhausted from all the strange and wild experiences of the day. She drank a large straight shot of whiskey and fell into bed, going to sleep almost at once. She would face her problems tomorrow-right now she needed to blot them out.
Even sleep gave her no rest, however. No sooner had she dropped off than she began to dream. The dreams were obscene and tantalizing. She dreamed of cocks-big and small, pretty and ugly, limp and stiff, long and short, hundreds of them. She wanted them all, she kept opening her legs and begging for them, but they kept fading away. She tossed and moaned, and in her sleep her hungry pussy grew red-hot and drenched with cream. After years of denying herself a lover, pretending to be too busy, Trudy was paying the price of abstinence. Her sexual needs had surfaced at last, insistent and powerful, and even in her dream she sensed that she'd have to do something about them. Her need for a man, for a regular sex life, had grown more desperate with each passing year, till now she couldn't control it. That was why she'd hopped into bed with an ugly leering stranger, Buck Stevens, and that was why she'd been aroused even by her own sons. She couldn't continue that way. It made her feel too guilty. Somehow she must acquire a suitable lover, a man her own age whom she could love and respect. She was far from solving all these problems in her sleep, though. She only moaned and tossed, tortured by the endless parade of cocks which refused to satisfy her needs.
As soon as Trudy closed the door and left them alone in their room, Ron and Jon took off their pajamas. They'd never liked wearing pajamas and had put them on only as a concession to Trudy. Naked, they lounged on their beds and debated what to do about their new situation.
"Man, she's a hard one," said Jon. "She's really gonna cramp our style."
"Yeah," said Ron, "I got a feeling she's not gonna be like Dad. She's no sissy. So what are we gonna do?"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," said Jon. He wrinkled up his handsome young face. "There must be some way to get around her."
"Well, what about your other idea?" said Ron. "You know, making it with her. Maybe that'd make her more agreeable."
"Sure, it would," said Jon, "if we could even get to first base. But, shit, she's so straight. It'd be really hard to turn her on."
"Well," said Ron, "that guy did today. The real estate dude. If he scored, why can't we?"
"Are you kidding?" Jon said scornfully. "He's a grownup. Did you see the dick on that guy? How can we compete with THAT?" Mournfully he glanced down at his limp little peter which, in its flaccid state, was no bigger than a finger. "Fuck," he said disgustedly.
"Still," said Ron, "we gotta try. This scene is no good. We gotta get her more loose, otherwise we won't have any fun. And speaking of fun, how'd you like to play with those boobs of hers?"
Jon whistled. "Oh, man," he said, sighing.
"So do we at least try?" said Ron.
"We try," said Jon. "Let's sneak out and see if she's asleep."
Silently the naked boys opened the door of their room and tiptoed down the hall to Trudy's bedroom. She had left the door slightly ajar for ventilation, and they could see that her light was out and she was in bed. They heard her slow breathing, her occasional sighs. They nodded at each other and snuck into the room, going very slowly and carefully so as not to wake her. With iinfinite caution Jon slipped under the covers on one side of Trudy, and Ron entered on the other side. They grinned at each other in the dim light-they'd discovered that Trudy slept naked.
Trudy lay on her back, deep in her tantalizing dream, her great firm tits creating two tall mountains under the sheets. Ron and Jon knew each other so well that they didn't need words to communicate their ideas. They seized the sheet and very slowly drew it downward till they had uncovered Trudy's whole body. Then they looked. Their eyes were used to the faint light now, and they had an excellent view of their mother's lush curves. She was a big woman, perhaps twenty pounds overweight, but still very, very female and inviting. Her waist nipped in snugly, then flowed out again into the swell of her broad hips. Her legs were long and firm and shapely. Her pale belly was slightly plump but curved down invitingly to the dark fluffly fur patch of her mons. Dominating everything else were her great swelling breasts, each one of them as big as the boys' heads. Her bright pink nipples were almost four inches in diameter, soft and flaccid in her sleep. Looking at her, Ron and Jon felt sharp excitement, and their little cocks began to twitch and stiffen. They'd peeped at naked ladies before, but they'd never actually been next to one, close enough to touch.
At last they gathered their courage and reached out to lay their hands softly on her heaving breasts. Their small hands didn't begin to cover the vast expanse of hot creamy flesh, but it felt wonderful nevertheless. The great quivering globes moved gently up and down under their hands, and her nipples responded unconsciously to their touch, growing rigid and erect against their palms. The boys signed deeply and began to move their hands around gingerly, fondling and exploring her huge hot boobs. In her sleep Trudy experienced sudden pleasure, and she grinned happily. Someone in her dream was touching her at last, as she longed to be touched, playing with her sensitive breasts and responsive nipples. If only it would go on and on....
Ron couldn't restrain himself, and he began squeezing fistfuls of her delicate soft flesh. Jon was soon doing it, too. To their surprise and relief, Trudy didn't wake up. She only grinned more broadly and moaned a little, as if she were having a very pleasant dream. Encouraged by this, the boys began to move their hands slowly down her body, becoming highly aroused as they felt her opulent female curves. Their fingers touched at last in the tight springy curls of her mons. Deep down in the soft hairs they felt her red-hot flesh, and they couldn't resist the temptation to explore there. Neither of them had ever touched a girl's body before, and since they'd paid little attention in their sex education classes, they were ignorant of female anatomy. They were intensely curious to find out what women have in place of cock and balls. Gentle prying fingers opened the plump wet lips of Trudy's mons and fluttered onto the taut little bump of her clitoris.
"Oh, God, yesss...." Trudy said in her sleep.
Ron and Jon exchanged delighted looks. Their very first feel, and they'd hit the jackpot. They had no idea what that funny little lump of flesh was for, but their mother liked to be touched there, that was for sure. They took turns caressing and fingering her throbbing hot clit, and Trudy moaned loudly with pleasure, opening her legs very wide and going suddenly wet all over her hot, hair-fringed slit. As the boys played with her pussy, their fingers got sticky, and it didn't take them long to realize that the more she creamed, the more horny she was.
"Oh, yes, play with my clit," Trudy said sleepily. So then they knew what it was called, that tiny projection of slick quivering flesh, even if they didn't know it's function. They tickled and rubbed it till it was as stiff and taut as an erect cock, and then they moved on to explore deeper between her plump thighs. The flesh of her labia was very hot and mushy, and their fingers were soon soaked as they explored her mysterious folds. At last Ron encountered something he could identify, a wet little hole at the very center of her body. He eased his finger into it as far as he could, and he still didn't reach the end, though he felt his finger tugged and sucked by juicy, clinging walls of flesh. Trudy seemed to like this a lot. She whimpered and sighed, and she creamed scalding juices all over his hand.
"Hey," he whispered to Jon, "I think I found her cunt."
Even though the boys had paid no attention in class, they had listened to the gossip of older boys at school, and they knew what a "cunt" was. That was where babies came out, and that was where a guy stuck his peter when he fucked a woman. They'd been wild to see and touch a real cunt, and so the discovery was keenly exciting to them. Jon snatched his brother's hand out of the way and wriggled his finger up into the mushy hot hole.
"Wow," he whispered, "it's deep. And hot. I wonder how deep it goes?"
"I dunno," said Ron, "I couldn't find the end. You try."
Jon pushed his finger into his mother's soaked vagina as far as he could, and still he found no end to it. As he poked stiffly into her, Trudy moaned and arched her body to take him in farther. In her dream, it was no finger that penetrated her famished vagina. It was a small adolescent cock, just like Ron and Jon's, and she was digging it intensely. In her sleep she felt no restraints of conscience or morality. She felt only the needs of her body, her long unsatisfied lusts, and she dreamed of a handsome teenage boy with long brown hair and big brown eyes lowering himself onto her, sticking his rigid little dick into her. It felt marvelous.
"Ahhhh, YES," she moaned, "get your cock into me. Fuck me...."
Ron and Jon glanced at each other. She had spoken very clearly in her sleep, and there was no mistaking what she wanted, at least in her dream. Could they possibly do it to her without waking her up? The twins were very excited. They were dying to find out what fucking was like, desperate to lose their virginity. It was a chance they couldn't pass up. The only question was, who would go first?
"Me," said Ron.
"Hell, no," said Jon, "me."
They glared at each other in the dim light. Jon still had his finger lodged all the way in Trudy's hot juicy hole, but now he wasn't moving it, and this caused Trudy some frustration in her dream. The handsome teenage boy, somehow so familiar, who was fucking her, had ceased to move, though her cunt cried out for the swift friction of his stiff young cock.
"Please, oh, please, fuck me," she whimpered.
"Hurry...."
"Goddamnit, I wanta go first," said Ron. "Well, so do I," said Jon, "and I'm going to."
"Up yours."
The result was inevitable. Jon popped his finger from Trudy's cunt and swung at his brother, who was already aiming a fist at him. They punched and grappled right on top of Trudy, who awoke with a start. Dazed, puzzled, she groped for the bedside light and turned it on, only to find her naked, panting sons sitting in bed with her looking flushed and sheepish.
"Boys," she said, "what in the world ...?"
Then she blushed scarlet. She understood what had caused that sexy dream. Both boys had sticky stink fingers, and they gave themselves away, too, by glancing wistfully at her pussy. It was too much. Trudy exploded.
"You little bastards," she cried, "get out of my bed at once! Get back to your room and stay there, or I'll spank your butts raw!"
Jon and Ron flew down the hall. "Man," gasped Ron, "I think she means business."
"Yeah," said Jon sadly. "Back to the drawing board."