Chapter 7

Trudy awoke the next morning feeling strangely unrested, even though she'd gone to bed early and the twins had given her no more trouble. She couldn't understand it, until she felt the aching warmth in her cunt. Horny again-that always made her feel weary, because there was so little she could do about it. She blushed hotly and almost wept with shame as she recalled the terrible thing she'd done the night before in the insanity of her lust, sucking off her twin sons, then bringing herself off with that huge salami. My God, she really must have been desperate to do such an outlandish thing.

Well, she was desperate again, but in the sober light of morning she couldn't bring herself to approach the boys. Certainly they were willing enough to engage in sex play with her, the horny little imps, but Trudy felt almost sick at the thought of making it with her own sons. It was just out of the question. She'd have to masturbate, as unsatisfactory as it was. God, how she needed a lover ... Wistfully she snaked her hand down under the covers and touched the moist springy hairs on her mons. She was just wriggling her finger between the hot meaty lips, seeking out her clit, when the bedroom door flew open and the twins came bounding into the room.

"Good morning, Trudy," they said.

"Oh, good morning, boys," she said. "You're up early."

"Yeah, and we fixed our own breakfast, too," said Ron.

"We thought you might like to sleep in," said Jon.

"How nice of you," said Trudy, smiling affectionately. They might be a couple of devils, but perhaps there was hope for them yet. "It's Sunday, no school," she said. "Maybe we could do something fun together, like ride out to Disneyland."

The boys snickered. "We'd sure like to do something fun with you, Trudy," said Jon, "but that isn't exactly what we had in mind."

"Nope," said Ron, "we thought of something better. We won't even have to leave the house."

The boys bounded over to the bed, one on each side, and slipped under the covers to block Trudy in. She felt eager hot hands creeping over her big swollen breasts, and horniness overcame her in a flood. Oh, please, she thought, don't let me give in....She needed to be fucked so badly, but she just couldn't do it with her own sons, mere kids of fourteen. She'd never live down the guilt and shame of having committed incest. Her body ached for the twins' stiff little pricks, but her conscience protested shrilly.

"Boys," she said sternly, "stop this at once. Get out of my bed."

The sweaty little hands rubbed more firmly over her huge sensitive tits. "Aw, come on, Trudy," said Ron, "let's do it. It'll be so much fun."

You're telling me, Trudy thought miserably.

"No, boys," she said, "I won't do it. It's wrong. A boy can't do it with his own mother, and that's final. Now, get out of my bed. I'm sending you two on an errand, to use up some of that energy. There's a grocery list and some money in the kitchen. The store is about five blocks down our street. Get going, unless you want to spend another day grounded."

They went. They knew by now that Trudy meant business, that she was the disciplinarian their father had never been. Sulkily the twins left the house and started down the street. "Shit," said Jon, "I don't think we're ever gonna score with her."

"She sure is stubborn," said Ron. "I can't figure why she's holding out. She wants it, we want it, so what's the fuss?"

"Oh, some screwy adult notion," said Jon. "They get some real crazy ideas sometimes. It's called 'morality' or some dumb thing."

"Well, there's got to be a way around it," said Ron. "We know we can make her horny, remember that time when she was sleeping? I think we oughta go back and try again."

"Or we could wait till tonight and get it on with Patty," "said Jon. "She's a sure shot."

"You really wanta wait that long?" said Ron.

"Nope," said Jon, turning around and heading back for the house. "No, I don't."

Meanwhile Trudy had watched the boys walk away down the block, and when they were out of sight she returned to her bed, sighed deeply, opened her legs, and began to rub her clit. All she could think of was her powerful lust, and she had to do something about it before she could begin the day's work. She hated to masturbate-it was childish, and it didn't really do the job, but she had to have some relief, no matter how small. Her clit responded readily to her quick rubbing, and her grateful cunt spewed out its hot juices. Trudy moaned with pleasure. She was just on the verge of a much-needed climax when the doorbell rang.

"SHIT," said Trudy.

She looked around for something to wear and grabbed the first thing she saw, a filmy white negligee. She hadn't worn it in a long time, and she'd forgotten that you could see right through it. She tied it hastily and hurried to the front door.

Flinging the door open, she found Buck Stevens standing on the porch, grinning like mad.

"Why, Mr. Stevens," she said, "what are you doing here? I thought we'd concluded our business."

"Call me Buck," he said. "We may have concluded our business, little lady, but we ain't concluded our pleasure."

His watery eyes were bulging as he ogled her voluptuous figure. Shit, you could see right through her gown, and there was plenty to see-the sweet dark patch of her mons, the breathtaking curve of her waist and hips, and the biggest, most beautiful boobs he'd ever had the pleasure of fondling. Buck hadn't really intended to come back again. His fourth wife, a horny little redhead of eighteen, was plenty for one man to handle, and then there was his secretary, an insatiable blonde who'd been his mistress for many years. But he couldn't get Trudy out of his mind. That big cushiony body of hers, her desperate horniness, were things that excited him very much. He just had to fuck her again.

Trudy followed his gaze and saw, to her horror, that her negligee was sheer. She stepped back into the house to hide herself, and as she did so, Buck stepped right along after her. "Now, Mr. Stevens," she said urgently, "please understand that I'm not going to have an affair with you. Once was enough. You're a nice man, but I don't want you coming around all the time. It would be a bad influence on the boys."

"I agree," said Buck, "but I saw the boys heading uptown. So I can't be a bad influence this morning. Just one quick fuck, that's all I want, and I won't bother you again. Come on, baby, let's do it. I bet you want it, too."

As a matter-of-fact, she wanted it so badly she could have screamed. She remembered Buck's huge hard cock, his rough and Vigorous fucking, and if she hadn't had some pride left, she would have thrown herself on the floor and opened her legs to him and begged him to ball her. The very thought of it made her go hot and dizzy all over, and streams of steamy cunt juice ran down her legs. The only thing that held her back was her dignity, which told her that she was not a whore, that she must be above jumping into bed with every man who came along.

"No, Buck," she said, "I won't do it. As a mother, I have a responsibility to behave decently, to set a good example for the boys. You'll have to leave."

"Bullsheee-it," said Buck succinctly.

He lunged for her, his crotch bulging ominously, and Trudy screamed and ran from the room. Buck was right behind her, his big feet pounding, his breathing loud and harsh. "You won't get away, honey," he said. "I'm gonna catch you and give you a fuckin' that'll leave you bowlegged."

Trudy creamed scalding rivers at the thought of it. It was just the kind of fuck she so desperately needed. Her conscience kept her running, however, and she fled down the hall, Buck in hot panting pursuit. She didn't know where she was going, just that she had to escape, and she found herself dashing into her bedroom. She slammed the door and locked it, just as Buck came panting up.

"Stand aside, little lady," he bellowed. "I don't want you hurt when I kick in this door."

Trudy screamed for him to stop, but before she could do anything else, the door burst open and Buck lumbered in, grinning insanely. Trudy screamed again and started backing away from him, right toward the bed. Buck's grin became even broader as he ogled her big ripe quivering jugs and the wet trails of pussy juice that streaked her thighs. She was cornered now. He unzipped his pants and tugged them down over his fierce huge erection, and Trudy's eyes widened as she helplessly gawked at his huge swollen prick. She licked her lips and trembled, and Buck saw another river of hot pussy cream trickling down her legs.

Still she shook her head and protested. "Oh, no, Buck, please."

He laughed good-naturedly. "Now, ma'am, there's no sense in that. I'm gonna fuck you, no matter what you do or say, so you might as well relax and enjoy it."

Trudy screamed and tried to run past him to the door, but Buck reached out with his long arms, seized her around the waist, and flung her face down on the big bed. Her big beautiful ass stuck up in the air, and before she could move, he'd flung up her negligee and rammed his enormous drooling cock between the plump folds of her buttocks.

"Hang on, baby," he snorted. "It's gonna be a rough ride."

The twins were almost back to the house when they saw Buck Stevens' car pull into the driveway. They watched him ring the doorbell, saw Trudy answer it and then back away, saw Buck grinning and pursuing her. "Hey, let's hurry," said Jon. "Looks like some action."

"Right," said Ron.

The twins sprinted the rest of the way to the house, then circled around the side where a French door provided a full view of Trudy's room. She'd neglected to pull the drapes, and the boys, crouching behind concealing shrubs, could see everything that happened.

"Quick," said Jon, "buy me some popcorn before the show starts."

"Oh, shut up," said his brother, giggling. "Here she comes."

They saw Trudy racing into the room, Buck kicking the door open, and his final victory, when he flung up her negligee, exposing her bare ass, and jammed his giant wet cock between her thighs. The French door was open a little, so the boys could hear the action, too.

"Holy shit," said Ron, "will you look at his cock? It must be two inches thick. Big as a horse."

"Shut up," said Jon. "I think he's getting it in."

Trudy's piercing wail told them that this was true. They saw Buck's sausage-thick pale meat nosing into her wet, hair-fringed hole, then slowly disappearing up her hot mushy cunt. The big beefy man was scarlet with excitement, and he grinned broadly and lewdly as he watched his swollen pale prick stretching and filling Trudy's violated vagina. The boys could see Trudy's face, too, and they saw her eyes rolling wildly, watched her pink tongue nip out to lick her lips, saw the slowly dawning grimace of pleasure on her handsome face. She wailed and moaned as Buck's prick slowly penetrated her, and when it was all the way in, his huge hairy balls resting against her thighs, she gave a deep sigh.

"Now, how's that, honey?" said Buck proudly. "A good fit?"

"Oh, my God," gurgled Trudy. "Oh, God, it feels so good...."

Buck chuckled. "Didn't I tell you it would? All that silly screaming and running around, you were just wasting time, baby. But we won't waste any more time. Tell me how you like this."

He began to saw his giant prick back and forth in her mushy, steaming hole, slowly but deeply, thrusting his huge cockhead against her quaking womb with every plunge. She creamed so heavily that even out in the yard the twins could hear the slow obscene slurp-slurp of Buck's huge poker as it reamed her tight cunt and forced out her cock-caressing juices. Trudy was cross-eyed with pleasure, her big boobs hanging down stiff with arousal.

"That good for you, honey?" Buck panted. "Oh, God, YES," Trudy moaned. "Yes, yes, don't stop, Buck, I love it. Keep on fucking me, balling me ... Oh, dear God, I need it so much...."

"See," Jon whispered to his brother, "what did I tell you? She's as horny as we are."

"I see it," said Ron, "but how come she won't make it with US? How come she'll ball him, and not us?"

"Beats me," said Jon, "except for that bit about not doing it with your own mother. She's uptight about that."

"I don't see what difference it makes," said Ron. "A fuck is a fuck. What does it matter who you do it with?"

Their conversation lapsed, however, as the scene in the bedroom got more noisy and vigorous. Unable to hold back any longer, Buck began to ball Trudy like a pile driver gone mad. His fat belly jiggled and slapped loudly against her upturned ass, his wiry-haired balls slapped noisily against her tender thighs, and the lewd slurp-slurp sound got much louder as his giant prick reamed her little cunt of its squirting juices. Buck made a lot of noise when he balled, and so did Trudy-squealing, moaning, shrieking her intense pleasure.

"Hey, what's going on?" a new voice said suddenly. "A cat fight?"

The twins whirled and saw that Patty had come up behind them. She was eating an ice cream cone and looking curious. "Get down, quick," said Jon, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the bushes with them.

"Hey, watch it," said Patty. "You'll make me drop my ice cream." Then she caught sight of what was happening in the bedroom, and she did drop her ice cream. She stared and stared, oblivious to the cold blob which fell into her lap.

"Oh, wow," she said at last.

"That's our mother," said Ron proudly.

"Who's the dude?" said Patty.

"Some real estate guy," said Jon. "Really hung, isn't he?"

Patty swallowed hard. "I don't see how she can stand it, taking that huge thing inside her, I mean. It's just too big. Wow, doesn't it hurt her?"

The twins chuckled. "Are you kidding?" said Ron. "Just watch her."

Trudy's face was, indeed, an interesting spectacle. While Buck balled her hard enough to rattle the whole king-size bed, her handsome features twisted grotesquely with lust and pleasure. Her big eyes rolled aimlessly in her head, her pink tongue lolled out, and her nostrils flared. She kept her broad white buttocks raised high, letting Buck's gigantic cock hammer deep into her, and she clawed the bed savagely. If anyone had still doubted her enjoyment of that brutal fucking, their doubts would have been dispelled by her husky, frantic words.

"Yes, yessss, YES," she gurgled. "DO it to me. Ball me, Buck, oh, yesss ... Aaahhh ... It's so good...."

"I'm mighty glad you like it, little lady," panted Buck, who was scarlet in the face and sweaty from exertion. "But I hope you cum soon. Lordy, I can't hold out much longer. You got the hottest little box I ever balled...." He couldn't say any more, he was out of breath. His eyes rolled back, and he continued to fuck her violently, making her huge tits shake and bounce. Trudy herself wondered how she could take such a brutal fucking, and she knew her cunt would be sore afterward. It seemed to be just what she needed, however, and the harder he did it to her, the more she liked it. Buck was in no danger of cumming before she did. Even as he warned her, Trudy was screeching loudly in a thunderous climax that rocked her lush body. Her pussy juices spewed out to wet his fat belly, and he felt her strong vaginal muscles gripping and squeezing his buried meat in a powerful series of convulsions.

"Holy Jesus," he panted, "you're crushing my dick, baby. Take it easy. Oh, Lordy, ohhhh...."

He gave a shrill whoop and began to hammer his cum into her, overflowing her tight cunt so that their combined juices flooded out to wet the bedclothes. He was banging her harder than ever, but Trudy responded only with a blissful smile. This was the only kind of fuck that could really fulfill her, after all the long years of doing without a man. She just wished she could find a man like Buck-strong, well-hung, and lusty-who also had some brains. She was grateful for this super fucking, however, and when Buck finally collapsed beside her, gasping and sighing, she playfully squeezed his limp wet cock in her hand.

"Hey, little lady," he said, laughing, "what's this? You lookin' to get laid again so soon?"

"No," said Trudy wistfully, "I don't believe in miracles."

Out in the bushes, the three teenagers hadn't recovered from their awe and wonder. "I just don't see how she could have enjoyed it," Patty said. "A cock that size would kill me. Do you think maybe he's built abnormally big or something? A freak?"

Ron and Jon exchanged glances. Both had the secret fear that Buck's huge dick was normal for an adult, and that they would never grow pricks that big, never be able to compete with the burly real estate man in seducing Trudy.

"Uh, don't you think you'd better be going now, Patty?" said Jon. "Your old man is probably looking for you."

"Oh, gosh, yes," said Patty, creeping away toward her own yard. "I'll see you guys tonight in the playhouse. Boy, I'm glad your peters aren't that big."

The twins reddened with chagrin. They would have given anything to have cocks as large as Buck's. "Oh, well," said Ron, when Patty had left, "we've still got some growing to do."

"Shit, I hope so," said Jon. "Hey, look, he's leaving."

After pawing Trudy's great white tits for a while, Buck dressed, popped a cigar in his mouth, and drove off. The twins watched Trudy lying on the bed, sighing wistfully and caressing her bruised pussy. It seemed incredible, but it certainly looked as if she wanted more, as if even Buck's furious powerful fucking hadn't quite satisfied her. Her voluptuous female body was displayed there, hot and waiting, and the teenage twins felt a tingle of excitement in their balls.

"Should we give it another try?" said Ron. "Let's," said Jon.

They began to tiptoe toward the open French door. Meanwhile Trudy lay on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling, steadily rubbing the sensitive wet nub of her clitoris. How could she possibly still be horny? It just didn't seem possible. Her cunt ached from Buck's bruising cock, and she'd just had a violent climax, yet she wanted more. She felt as if she'd just gotten started. What in the world was she going to do? No man could possibly satisfy a need like hers, and she didn't even have a man. It seemed hopeless. Wearily she rubbed her clit harder and harder, hoping to bring herself off again, so she could get her mind on other things, like making dinner for the kids. They'd be back soon. She'd have to hurry. Rubbing her wet little clit felt nice, but it wasn't doing the job. She needed heavy action, thick stuffing, something more like the real thing. In desperation she jammed a stiff finger up her soaked vagina, but she hardly felt it. She tried two fingers, and that wasn't much better. At last, weeping with frustration, she began working her whole fist into the hot mushy mouth of her cunt, and at last she got something approaching the size she needed.

"Ahhhh,God, yes...."she moaned.

She worked her clenched fist busily in her red-hot passage, and she creamed abundantly, soaking her hand. As she became more and more aroused, she spread her long legs wider and finally flung them up into the air. Her heart hammered, she was just on the verge of her desperately needed cum-when she realized, with a sickening shock, that she wasn't alone in the room. She let her legs fall heavily to the bed, but her fist was still w-edged up her furiously creaming cunt when she saw the twins standing there looking at her, not three feet away.

"Hi, Mom," said one of them. "Something we can help you with?"