Chapter 5

"Oh, Mother-uh, Trudy," said Ron. "Here's a man wants to talk to you."

Trudy turned from her dishwashing and stared. There were the twins, red-faced, disheveled, and frightened looking. Jon had his jeans on backward and Ron's T-shirt was inside-out, as if they'd .dressed in a terrible hurry. Behind them stood a tall, broad-shouldered man of middle age who looked like he was about to have apoplexy. His face was purple with rage and the veins in his neck were pulsing. Oh, God, thought Trudy, now what? It was only her second day as a mother, and already the job seemed like an endless string of crises.

"What happened?" she said.

"I suggest you send the boys out of the room, Mrs. Worth," said the silver-haired man. "I want to talk privately with you." .

"Very well," said Trudy, trying to sound calm. "Go to your room, boys, and I'll talk to you later."

Thoroughly intimidated, the twins obeyed at once. When they were gone, the man turned to her and said, "I'm Henry Chase. I live next door. I came home from shopping and found your sons just about to rape my daughter Patty."

"Rape?" said Trudy, her mouth falling open. "But the boys are only fourteen, Mr. Chase. Surely it couldn't have been that drastic."

Chase blushed. "Well, to be perfectly honest, I think Patty was cooperating a little. That girl's a handful, believe me. My wife died several years ago, and I just haven't been able to keep Patty in line since then. But the point is, Mrs. Worth, the three of them were about to, uh, do it-and I don't think we can allow that. They're only kids. My daughter's just fourteen, too."

Trudy shook her head wearily. "Oh, Mr. Chase, I'm so sorry," she said. "We have rather an odd situation here. My husband had custody of the boys since they were babies, and he died just last week. I hadn't seen the boys for fourteen years, and quite frankly, I know nothing about raising children. I'm afraid I haven't been very successful at disciplining them, but I've only been with them two days. Believe me, I'll try harder in the future. I agree, we can't let this kind of thing happen."

Henry Chase softened. "Well, well," he said, "I didn't realize you were so new to the job. I can understand how hard it is. Please forgive my anger.

I guess I could keep a closer eye on Patty, too. Don't fret about it. We'll work something out."

Privately, he would have liked to work something out with Trudy Worth very much. Now that his anger had passed, Chase was looking at her for the first time, and what he saw was a very sexy, voluptuous woman of about forty, just a few years younger than himself. He could hardly keep from staring at her huge, beautifully shaped breasts, and he felt a tingle of excitement in his prick as he thought of how she might look naked. A successful businessman who usually worked a twelve-hour day, Chase had had little time for women since his wife's death three years ago. He was exhausted when he came home from work, and there was Patty to take care of, so he never dated. That didn't mean he wasn't interested in sex. On the contrary, he missed his wife's presence in bed terribly, and sometimes his lust grew so overpowering that he either had to jack off or visit a call girl-neither one of which appealed to him much. He would much rather have had a regular mistress, or even to marry again, but he seemed to lack the time and energy to get something started. Looking at Trudy Worth, he felt that he might be able to find the time after all. He certainly wanted to get to know her better-much better.

The feeling was mutual. Although Trudy maintained a neutral, calm expression, she was inwardly excited by Henry Chase's powerful body and rugged features. An attractive widower, just about her own age, living right next door-it seemed the answer to all her problems. She needed a man to keep the boys in line and, even more urgently, she needed a man to satisfy the endless nagging lusts of her body. She thought of how it might be to have Henry Chase make love to her, and her whole pelvis melted with hot horniness. If only she could think of some way to attract him, to get him interested in her ... But Trudy had been raised to behave like a lady, never to make advances, so she only smiled.

"You're very kind, Mr. Chase," she said. "I appreciate your understanding. I promise, I'll try my best to keep the boys in line from now on." She wanted to invite him to stay a while, but she thought it might sound too forward.

"Well, thank you," he said. "And now I'd better go have a talk with Patty. She's going to be grounded for a while, believe me." He turned and started for the door, trying to think how he could arrange to meet Trudy again. He stopped, turned, and said awkwardly, "Uh, Mrs. Worth, perhaps if you're not too busy, you and I might go out for dinner sometime next week. Just to, ah, get acquainted."

Trudy blushed happily. "Why, thank you," she said, "I'd love to."

Chase grinned, turned, and walked into the wall with a loud crash. Cursing his clumsiness, he re-directed himself and fled out the back door. Trudy giggled. Already she liked this big man very much, and she was excited about seeing him again. Meanwhile, however, she had a grim task to attend to. She walked down the hall to the twins' bedroom and knocked on the door, then entered. Ron and Jon were sitting glumly on their beds.

"Well," she said sternly, "Mr. Chase just told me what happened. May I have an explanation?"

Jon shrugged. "I guess there isn't much of an explanation," he said. "I mean, it's true, we were making out with Patty. But she wanted us to, didn't she, Ron?"

"Yes," said Ron earnestly, "we didn't force her. We were just having fun."

"Fun?" said Trudy indignantly. "You could have made her pregnant. That wouldn't be much fun for any of us. Really, you boys should have more sense. You're far too young for sex."

Ron and Jon, who had hung their heads meekly up to this point, exploded in protest. "Too young?" one of them cried-Trudy couldn't tell which, they looked so much a-like. "That's bullshit! Why should adults monopolize sex?" The other cried just as fervently, "Yeah, it isn't fair. That's a load of crap. Why can't kids have fun, too? What right do you have to tell us how to use our own bodies?"

Trudy was taken aback. She realized that in some ways the boys were right, but on the other hand, she'd been raised to believe that sex is somehow wicked, that it isn't for children. "But, boys," , she said with a placating smile, "no one's trying to 'monopolize' anything. It's just that at your age, you don't understand the responsibilities involved. It's really an adult thing, don't you agree?"

"Hell, no," said Jon, leaping to his feet. "We can handle it."

"You bet we can," Ron said, getting up and looking indignant. "Let's prove it to her, Jon."

"BOYS." Trudy's brown eyes widened with surprise as she watched her angry sons striding across the room toward her. She didn't know just what they had in mind, but she was frightened. She whirled and ran for the door, but the husky boys were too quick and strong for her. They seized her arms and dragged her over to Ron's bed, forcing her down on her back. Trudy shrieked and tried to fight them off. "Boys," she said, "please, let me go. This isn't right."

"We're not letting you go," said Jon. "Not until we prove something to you. You seem to think we're just little kids, Trudy, but we're not. Maybe we're not full grown yet, but we feel just like a grown man does."

"Yeah," said Ron, "and we're going to show you. You can't treat us like babies. We can do anything adults can do."

Trudy had a terrible feeling that they meant every word they said. Both held her down with one hand, while with the other they managed to strip off their clothes. There could be no mistaking their intent now. Both had fierce erections, their half-grown pale cocks hugging their taut bellies and pointing straight up at the ceiling. Their rosy balls were swollen tightly. Instinctively Trudy crossed her legs and held them tight together. Was it possible that her own teenage sons were going to try to rape her? She'd die if that happened.

"Please, boys," she said, beginning to cry, "you don't have to do this. I believe you."

"Oh, sure," Jon said contemptuously. "You're just saying that so we'll let you go. But we're not letting you go till we prove that we're men."

"Right," said Ron. "Let's get her clothes off."

Trudy screamed, but in the thick-walled house there was no chance that any neighbors could hear her. She kicked and clawed, but the boys dodged her blows and began mercilessly ripping off her clothing. Her blouse, jeans, bra, panties, and slippers were torn away and flung aside, and then she was lying naked and blushing on the bed, weeping in protest. "Boys, this is a terrible thing to do to your own mother," she said. "A boy can't make love to his mother. It's against the law. It's immoral."

"Piss on that," said Ron, summing up the twins' attitude. Their father had taught them nothing about obeying the law or respecting society's moral code, because he hadn't wanted to argue with them, so Ron and Jon had made their own laws. Their fundamental rule was that anything fun is good. It looked like it might be a lot of fun to ball Trudy.

Her voluptuous mature body was so impressive that at first all they could do was stare at it. It was the first time they'd seen her naked in full daylight, and her mountainous white breasts seemed bigger than ever, huge jiggling globes of creamy blue-veined flesh, the nipples wide and vividly pink. The boys sighed deeply, and then Trudy felt hot sweaty little hands feverishly fondling her big quivering tits. "Oh, no," she whimpered, "please, no...."

No only was it immoral and illegal, Trudy was frightened because she didn't trust herself to hold out against all this erotic play. She knew herself all too well. She'd gone without a man far too long, and her pent-up lusts could far too easily carry her away. In just a few days' time she'd gotten powerfully turned on by the sight of her own sons naked, she'd responded to their naughty pussy-play in her dreams, and she'd eagerly jumped into bed with a total stranger, Buck Stevens. There was no telling what she might do now, if the boys continued to arouse her. She only knew that if she responded to them even a little, she'd be crushed with guilt later. She was their mother, after all, and it was her sacred duty to teach them morality. She couldn't start off their relationship with incest. It was just too awful, too disgusting.

"Boys, stop," she wept. "Please, let's talk it over, work something out, but don't DO this."

Ron and Jon paid no attention. They leaned heavily on her writhing shoulders, pinning her down to the bed, while they feverishly pawed her huge jiggling tits, the great doughy mounds of soft flesh which dwarfed their hands. Jon bent down and began to tongue her nipple, remembering how much Patty had enjoyed the touch of his tongue, and Trudy felt a sharp dizzying jolt of pleasure that shot from her sensitive nipple all the way to her awakening cunt. She felt her vaginal muscles contracting powerfully, felt the first flow of hot cream, and suddenly she felt hornier than she'd ever been in her life. Her pussy juice bubbled out to make a large puddle on the bed, and she wept with frustration. Ron bent and tongued her other nipple, and Trudy's body went hot with arousal, a mottled pink flush spreading over her creamy skin. Why must she be turned on to the twins? Why did they excite her so? She could never make love to them. That would be incest, and she would never be able to live down the guilt of it.

Still she couldn't stop whimpering her pleasure as the handsome teenagers licked and sucked noisily on her big pink nipples, and she helplessly writhed with lust. Her nipples grew taut and stiff under the boys' tongues, and her hungry pussy ached to be filled, Wtih feverish eyes she glanced back and forth at the erect adolescent pricks on either side of her head, stiff little white fingers with red heads weeping pearly cream. She thought of taking those hot little pokers into her famished cunt, one after the other, of being stiffly and furiously fucked by two eager teenage boys-and the very idea almost made her explode in violent orgasm. Oh, God, she needed it so badly ... She. knew she couldn't do it, however, could never commit such a terrible sin. Somehow she must make the boys stop.

"You go first," said Ron, "like we agreed."

"Right," said Jon.

Trudy opened her eyes and saw Jon seizing his rigid little dick and eagerly eyeing the fluffy patch of her mons. He was getting ready to fuck her, and she had to think of some way to stop him. She knew she couldn't struggle loose because the boys together were too strong for her. If only she could distract them, create a chance of escape....

"Boys, wait a moment," she said.

Ron and Jon looked at her in surprise. Her voice was warm and husky and inviting, and she was smiling at them in an unmistakably sexy way. It appeared that they had turned her on, made her too horny to care about anything else. Trudy grinned naughtily and let her long lovely legs fall open, so they could see her soaked red slit. "I know you want to fuck me," she said, "and I'm just dying to fuck both of you. But let's really have some fun. Just plain balling is kind of a drag. It's a lot more fun if you have some foreplay."

"What's that?" the twins chorused excitedly.

"Oh, all kinds of nice things people can do to each other before they fuck," said Trudy. "Would you like me to show you some?"

"YEAH," said the twins. It was already a lot more fun now that Trudy had decided to cooperate. The boys were eager to learn whatever she could teach them.

"All right," said Trudy. "Jon, come here. I want you to sit on my chest, but not too hard. Yes, that's right."

Puzzled but eager, Jon gingerly straddled his mother's heaving breasts and sat down gently. Her huge tits felt wonderfully hot and cushiony against his naked nuts. When he was in position, his rigid little cock was directed right at her mouth. Trudy grinned wickedly and seized his hardened dick, pulling it down to meet her pink tongue. She lapped up all the oozing cream from his tender glans, and Jon gasped with pleasure. He recalled now how the real estate man had made Trudy suck his cock, how wildly the big man had enjoyed it, and his heart pounded with anticipation.

"Are you gonna suck it?" he asked eagerly.

Trudy nodded. "Yes, dear, I'm going to take your peter in my mouth and suck it till you cum. Don't be afraid. It will feel very nice."

"Oh, wow," said Jon, "I'm not afraid. Please, hurry up and do it, Trudy." In his eagerness, his cock dribbled another stream of juice, and Trudy grinned and licked it all up, swallowing it as if she loved the taste. In fact, to her surprise, she did enjoy it. She'd never liked sucking adult cocks-they were too big and strong-tasting and ugly. But sucking Jon's sweet little dick seemed very exciting to her, and she liked the light salty flavor of his cream. Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth as she opened wide and prepared to take him in.

"Will you do it to me next?" said Ron. He fairly squealed with impatience and excitement.

"Of course, darling," said Trudy. "Now just be patient till I finish blowing your brother."

Ron sighed and tried to hold still, cocking his head for a better view of the action. He watched intently as Trudy fastened her lips around the red creaming head of Jon's immature prick and slowly sucked it into her mouth, all the way to the lightly furred base. Jon's pink fat balls came to rest against her chin, and he moaned with sharp pleasure. Then Trudy began to suck his dick, a swift, powerful, noisily slurping action that made Jon whinny with excitement.

"How does that feel?" said Ron, unable to contain himself. "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" said Jon shrilly, his eyes rolling crazily. "It's fantastic. Jesus, it feels good. Oh, man, ohhh...." He couldn't say anything more, at least nothing coherent. His eyes closed, his face reddened, and he began to grunt and moan and pump his hips in a swift fucking motion, working his pale little peter furiously in and out of his mother's juicy sucking mouth. His nails dug into her shoulders as he sought to steady himself, and his tight little ass bounced up and down on Trudy's great cushiony tits.

Trudy sucked his cockhead as fast and hard as she could, hoping to bring him off quickly. The idea had been to have the boys cum in her mouth, just to keep their cocks out of her cunt-somehow blowing them didn't seem nearly so evil as balling them. She hadn't expected to enjoy it, but in fact she found that she loved the stiff little presence of Jon's busy cock on her tongue. She was actually looking forward to the hot blast of his boyish sperm. She couldn't understand why this was so, since she hated to taste adult cum, but there it was.

She loved sucking his cock, and her pussy glowed and ached with lust as she busily mouthed him.

"Christ. Oh, Jesus. Oh. Ohhh, OHHHHH!" Jon shouted and bucked his hips with blinding speed, working his frantic little cock in the hot soup of her mouth, completely carried away with the most intense pleasure he'd ever experienced. He was so excited, it didn't take him long to cum. He yelped sharply, and then Trudy felt her mouth and throat flooded with his delicious juices. She salivated heavily, then eagerly swallowed their combined liquids, while Jon squealed and humped and shot more cum into her throat. At last his little prick went limp and empty, and the sated boy sighed and rolled off her to writhe on the bed.

"Holy shit," he said, "that was out of sight."

"My turn," cried Ron, leaping onto the bed. "Hurry, Trudy, blow me."

"Let's try it another way," Trudy said, just as eagerly. "Lie on your back." She was rather startled by her own lust and lewdness, but she couldn't hold herself back. She could hardly wait to get at his rigid little cock, and she found herself drooling onto his belly as she lowered her head and fastened her hot lips around his creamy little glans. Ron gasped with delight and flung his legs open wide, giving her plenty of room to work, and Trudy went down on him hungrily, taking his stiff little prick all the way inside her hot wet mouth. His boycock was just the right size for sucking, not to thick to strain her lips, not too long to butt her throat and make her gag. His dick tasted sweet, and she loved the fat, jerking presence of his little prick on her tongue. Her sucking was slurpy and squishy, loud and fast. Jon lay beside them on the bed and watched in total fascination. Trudy's mammoth jugs hung down, swaying heavily, and he reached out to play with them while she blew his brother, but he didn't take his eyes off the main action.

"Oh, Jesus, you're right," sighed Ron, "this really feels great."

Just like his twin, he grew red in the face, his eyes rolled wildly, and he helplessly pumped his hips in the motions of fucking. His balls swelled up almost to bursting, rubbing tautly against Trudy's chin as she eagerly labored over him, her glossy head bouncing up and down. Ron felt his horny little prick encased in velvety tissues, in fierce wet heat, and it felt so good that he took less than a minute to cum. There was no way he could hold out longer than that, although he very much wanted to. It took him by surprise. His balls clenched almost painfully, and then the cum was rippling up his jerking cock and squirting into Trudy's mouth, load after steamy load. When he went limp, she raised her head, grinned, and licked her lips clean.

"There, boys," she said sweetly, "that should hold you for a while. I have to go finish my dishes. By the way, Patty is grounded, so I feel it's only fair that you should be grounded, too. You're to stay in your room for the rest of the day."

The dazed twins watched her leave the room and lock the door. "I think we were conned," said Jon exhaustedly.

"Yeah," said Ron, "but what a way to go."

Trudy got to the kitchen before bursting into tears of shame and guilt. Even if she had kept the boys from fucking her, she'd still done a terrible wicked thing. To make matters worse, she was violently horny, and she knew she wouldn't be able to think or work till she did something about it. She could bring herself off with her fingers, as she'd done on many lonely nights in the past, but her fingers always seemed inadequate, lacking the full deep penetration she craved. Dizzily she looked around the kitchen and spotted a giant salami she'd bought that morning. With a gurgle of desperate lust, she seized the huge sausage and stuffed it brutally up her wet, hungry cunt, sawing it back and forth like a giant cock.

"Oh, God," she wailed, "yes, yes, YES----"