Chapter 8

Trudy wanted to die. What could be more humiliating, more awful, than to be caught like this? There she was, her whole fucking fist thrust up her cunt, and her twin sons were gawking and grinning at her. She'd never felt more horrified and ashamed in her life. She jerked her hand out of her soaked vagina with a loud lewd slurp and blushed scarlet.

"Boys," she said faintly, "it's very wrong of you to sneak up on people. I demand some privacy."

The twins grinned more broadly. "Gee, sorry about that, Trudy," said Ron, "but you looked like you needed help."

"I bet we could take care of it," said Jon. "Don't get up, we'll be right with you."

She thought it must be a nightmare, her two young sons quickly taking off their clothes, approaching the bed, preparing to make love to her, but it wasn't. Trudy screamed and leaped from the bed, ploughing past the grinning boys toward the door. She streaked down the hall with the twins in hot pursuit. No matter how horny she was, no matter how painful her lusts, she could never permit herself to take what the twins offered, satisfaction through incest. She wondered how in the world her ex-husband had raised the boys, to make them this way-immoral, without conscience, interested only in their own pleasure. She had to teach them that it just wasn't right to have sexual feelings about their own mother.

These thoughts were brief and fragmented, because Trudy had all she could do to keep ahead of the boys. Her long legs kept her in the lead, but the boys had more energy, and she felt herself tiring. If only she could lock herself in somewhere-the boys weren't as strong as Buck, they couldn't break down a door. Ahead of her, far down the hall, she saw a closet. If she could get there before the boys, she might have a chance. Too late, she saw the shoe someone had left in the hallway, and she couldn't avoid tripping over it. She fell headlong onto the floor, knocking the breath out of herself, and the next thing she knew, eager sweaty little hands were seizing her and dragging her somewhere.

Stunned by the fall, Trudy didn't come to her senses until the boys had dragged her back into the master bedroom and laid her on the bed. She felt some kind of activity, and then her eyes popped open in horror. The twins had found some of her stockings and had used them to tie her ankles to the bedposts. Now they were starting on her wrists.

"Oh, my God, NO," said Trudy, struggling to sit up.

"Hold her down," said Jon. "I've almost got it.

Ron seized his mother's shoulder and forced her back, while Jon succeeded in tying her left wrist to the bedpost. Then with Ron's help it was fairly easy for him to tie the remaining wrist. Trudy wept and screamed and struggled, but it was no use. The boys paid no attention to her frantic protests, and even her full strength couldn't rip the stockings that bound her. She lay on her back, helplessly tied, about to be raped by her own fourteen-year-old sons.

"Boys, for God's sake," she wept, "please, please think what you're doing. This could ruin your lives, and I know it will ruin mine. It's against all morality. Please, don't DO it."

Ron and Jon exchanged looks of amusement. "Aw, Trudy," said Jon, "you know that's a load of crap. We just want to fuck. No big deal. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it? Nobody's gonna know about it, so you don't have to worry."

"Enjoy ...?" Trudy said hoarsely. She couldn't believe it. She cursed her ex-husband for having warped the boys' minds. They were devils, perhaps beyond hope, and she was their helpless prisoner. She realized that crying and protesting would do no good. She could only submit and get it over with, because there was no way she could break loose. She closed her eyes, sick with horror, and waited for the incestuous act to begin.

"I'm first," said Jon.

"Right," said Ron, "but don't take too long. I'm dying to ball her."

The doorbell rang. "SHIT," said the twins, Ron quickly donned his jeans and went to see who was there. Meanwhile Jon held his hand over Trudy's mouth so she couldn't alert the visitor. Ron opened the front door, and there was their neighbor, burly, silver-haired Henry Chase.

"Oh, hello," he said, "is your mother home?"

Ron, an adept liar, replied easily, "No, sir, she's gone shopping."

"Without her car?" said Chase.

"She likes to walk," said Ron. "She says she needs the exercise."

"Good idea," said Chase. "I should do more walking myself. Well, I'll come back later. When do you expect her?"

"Oh," said Ron, "I think about two hours should doit."

"Thanks," said Chase. "Tell her I was here."

"Sure," said Ron, closing the door and racing back to the bedroom.

There he found Trudy struggling violently, straining at the stockings that bound her, and making frantic noises in her throat. Jon was having a hard time muffling her screams. Trudy knew it was a miracle that Henry Chase had happened by, that it was probably her last chance to be rescued, and she could have screamed with frustration when he went away without suspecting anything.

When Jon finally removed his hand from her mouth, she glared at the twins and said, "You little animals, what in the world makes you thing you can get away with this? It's insane."

"Oh, I dunno," said Jon, grinning. "What're you gonna do about it, Trudy? Tell the whole world that you balled your own kids?" He and Ron broke into peals of laughter, and Trudy wept helplessly.

"Well, let's get on with it," said Jon, climbing up onto the bed beside his weeping mother. Trudy couldn't help glancing at his cock, and she was relieved to see that it wasn't hard yet. In spite of his daring words, he seemed a little intimidated by her. In fact Jon was pretty nervous. Making it with silly little Patty had been one thing, but doing it to a grown woman like Trudy was something else. She'd just had Buck's giant prick inside her, could she possibly be impressed by Jon's puny little boy fuck rod? Also, though Trudy wasn't much taller than he was, her body was much bigger, broader, and more lush, so that the boy felt like a dwarf about to make it with an Amazon. He wondered if he was really fit for the job, and he quickly thought of some delaying tactics.

"I want her to be hot first," he said to his brother. "Let's get her horny."

"Right on," said Ron, who was eager for any excuse to touch Trudy's magnificent adult body. He jumped up on the bed, too, and began to pet the springy moist hairs of his mother's reddish-brown snatch. So far Jon had done all the pussy-eating, both with Trudy and Patty, and Ron wanted to have his turn. He squeezed between her plump thighs before his brother could get there and snuggled down till his nose brushed her fragrant slit. It was the best view he'd ever had of a woman's genitals, and he decided to make the most of it, exploring her cunt very slowly.

"Hey," said Jon, "I was gonna do that."

"Tough," said Ron. "You can join me if you want, but I'm not moving."

Jon wriggled in beside his brother, tucked snugly between Trudy's legs, and the boys began to study her mysterious female parts. Ron gently pried apart the plump moist furry lips of her mons and exposed the tiny bright red button of her clit. "What is this thing, anyhow?" he said.

"I don't know exactly," said Jon, "but she calls it her clit. Girls dig being touched there, we know that much."

"Right," said Ron. "I'll give it a try."

"Better if you use your tongue," said Jon. "That really drives them wild."

Meanwhile Trudy continued to weep softly in protest, but the boys had tuned it out, and she knew it. She could expect no mercy, no rescuer. She had resigned herself to having intercourse with her own sons, but what worried her even more at this point was her own response. If Jon and Ron had just jumped on her and done it quickly, she could have remained unmoved, but the little fiends seemed determined to make her horny first, to make her enjoy it. She feared that she really would get turned on if they began to play with her pussy. That would be the final humiliation, not only to fuck her own kids but to love it. No, no, she just couldn't let that happen, she had to remain cold and unresponding....And yet when she felt the hot wet touch of Ron's tongue on her ultra-sensitive clit, fierce pleasure ripped through her body, and she had to clench her teeth in order not to cry out. His little hot tongue tickled deliciously around and around her wet slick clitoral shaft, and she felt her loins melt with lust. Still she kept silent. She must never let the twins know how much she enjoyed it.

"Ummm, doesn't taste bad," said Ron, licking Buck's cum off the tiny nub of her clit. He could feel it twitching and stiffening, growing hot and wet.

"Try sucking it," said Jon.

Oh, no, thought Trudy, no....

She stiffened her body and clenched her teeth, knowing in advance how great it was going to feel and how hard it would be for her not to shriek her pleasure. Then Ron's hot lips were seizing and tugging her erect little bud, bathing it deliciously in steaming saliva, sucking, sucking....Trudy's eyes rolled crazily, and she gurgled in her throat as thunderous waves of bliss rocked her body. Oh, God, if only he weren't her son, if only she could let go and enjoy the luscious pussy-eating....She managed to stifle her cries of ecstasy, but she couldn't prevent the furious hot juicing of her cunt, the wet swelling of her labia, and the aching erection of her aroused clit. At last Ron took his mouth away and contemplated his work.

"Hey," he said, "it grew." That was true. Trudy's bright red button seemed to have doubled in size, sticking up like a naughty little finger, tightly swollen and weeping hot cream.

"Good work," said Jon. "That means she liked it."

Trudy shuddered, It wasn't right for boys so young to know so much about female sexual response. If the kids were this way at fourteen, she hated to think what they'd be like as adults. She just had to do something about it, but for the moment she was helpless to act.

"What's all this stuff?" said Ron, fingering the pulpy pink folds of her labia.

"Beats me," said Jon, "but I think she likes to be licked there, too."

Oh, damn, thought Trudy.

Again she stiffened her body and clenched her teeth, not a moment too soon. The next thing she felt was Ron's stiff little tongue snaking mischievously back and forth in the sensitive pink convolutions of her labia, driving her almost crazy with pleasure. Though she managed to stifle her blissful cries, she could not prevent her immoral pussy from doing its work again, contracting violently and spitting out loads of hot sticky cream that hit Ron right in the face. He gasped and giggled.

"Does that mean I'm getting her hot?" he said.

"Yep," said Jon. "Keep it up."

"Okay," said Ron, "but I want to find her cunt."

"I think it's right here," said Jon.

Trudy stifled a gasp of pleasure as he seized the horny lips of her labia and pried them apart, uncovering the dark gasping mouth of her vagina. The hole looked very big to the twins compared to Patty's virgin cunt mouth, and they began to understand how a mature vagina could take in a cock as big as Buck's-or, for that matter, a whole fist. Wonderingly, Ron inserted two fingers, slowly pushing up into the steamy hole.

"Jesus," he said, "it's hot. And wet."

"Lick her there, too," said Jon. "She likes that."

Trudy sobbed and protested, but the boys didn't even hear her, they were so intent on their exploration of her pussy. She felt Ron's stiff wet little tongue wriggling into her frantically horny cunt, and she couldn't help moaning aloud. It felt so good, she wanted it so badly....Then she clenched her teeth again, determined not to give the little imps the satisfaction of knowing they'd turned her on. Ron's busy tongue pushed deeper and deeper into the wet furnace of her cunt, she creamed buckets of juice all around it, but somehow, biting her lips, she managed not to cry out.

It didn't do her much good. Even the young twins could tell that she was violently aroused. Ron withdrew his tongue, his face smeared with her cream, and the brothers grinned at each other. Then Ron trailed a finger downward from her weeping vaginal mouth to the brown bumpy surface of her anus. Winking at Jon, he wriggled the tip of his little finger inside the rosebud pucker and began to work it in and out like a miniature cock. He felt the tight mouth gripping his finger, felt the rectal lining going red-hot and slick. Trudy moaned helplessly for a second, then shut up, but not before another ocean of cream gushed from her cunt.

"Jesus," said Ron, "she even likes it THERE."

"Yeah?" said Jon. "Let me try it."

Ron gave way to his brother, and Trudy anticipated the invasion of another mischievous finger, but instead she squealed blissfully as she felt Jon's slick little tongue wriggling into her tight asshole. She'd never felt such intense pleasure before. Slick heat and pressure snaked farther and farther up her rectum, and she creamed helplessly, letting go a monstrous flood right in her son's face. Jon gasped and jerked his head from her pussy, then began to laugh.

"Man." he said, "she almost drowned me."

"Well, at least we got her hot," said Ron. "Let's fuck her now. Hurry, man, I'm dying for my turn."

Jon was still a little nervous about mounting Trudy's big lush body, but he knew he couldn't disgrace himself in front of his brother, and at least he had a cock-stand now. The excitement of playing with Trudy's big juicy slit had gotten him pretty horny. Ron moved away to kneel beside Trudy and watch the action, and Jon clambered up over her, resting his hard little prick against the fierce heat of her aroused vulva. Again he felt like a dwarf getting it on with a giantess-his head came only to her huge tits, and he found he couldn't lie down on her without being smothered. So he knelt between her warm cushiony thighs, seized his rigid little pale dick, and wriggled the very tip into the wide musky mouth of her hot cunt.

Now that it was about to happen, Trudy panicked. She must, at any cost, prevent this act of incest. "Oh, please," she wept, "don't do it. I'll suck you off, anything, only don't fuck me."

"Sorry, Mom," said Jon, "but I won't settle for anything less than balling you. You can blow me some other time."

Trudy reddened and closed her eyes. Tears streamed down her face as she felt Jon's skinny hard little prick easing inexorably into her vagina. All her protests were too late, her own son was fucking her, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She had only one consolation, she didn't enjoy it. Jon's immature cock was far too small for her wide mature vagina, and she could barely feel his movements. At least she didn't have to struggle to hide her lust. All she felt was frustration. My God, how she could have used an adult prick. There was no way this kid could make her cum, he just couldn't give her the friction she needed.

Jon noticed none of these difficulties. As he eased his eager meat into his mother's creamy red-hot vagina, he was aware that her hole was much wider than Patty's, but it didn't bother him. He was thrilled by her heat and wetness, thrilled to be balling a voluptuous grown woman. He whined and gasped and fucked her like crazy, ramming his young prick stiffly into her with blinding speed.

"Hey, how is it?" said Ron, who was watching intently as his brother's pale little prick whizzed in and out of Trudy's wet, hair-fringed hole.

"Great," gasped Jon. "Hot. Oh, Jesus, ohhh...."

Rather to his chagrin, he came within seconds, helplessly squealing and squirting his sizzling seed into his mother's womb. Faint and exhausted, he rolled off her big lush body, and Ron sprang eagerly to take his place. Trudy hardly noticed the transition, especially since the twins looked exactly a-like. One inadequate cock replaced another, and again she felt faint stiff movements in her cunt, just enough to frustrate her but not nearly enough to bring her off. It was maddening.

"Shit, you're right," said Ron, "she's really hot. And wet. Oh, man, this is good...."

His hips flew as fast as his brother's, and his enjoyment was all too brief. He was admiring the sight of his pale, blue-veined prick, stiff and swollen, flying in and out of Trudy's large hairy fuck slit, when suddenly he shrieked and came without warning. It felt great, but he was disappointed in himself for not lasting longer. Red-faced and exhausted, he rolled off her to lie beside his brother. They watched rather wistfully as their combined cum leaked from Trudy's wide cunt mouth.

"Shit," said Jon disgustedly, "I didn't mean to shoot so soon."

"Me either," said Ron. "Let's try it again."

"Oh, my God, NO," wept Trudy. "Haven't you had enough? Please, let me go now ... I can't stand this."

The twins paid no attention to her distress. Callous, thinking only of their own pleasure, they were busily pumping their limp little cocks in an effort to get new erections. Trudy's big beautiful body excited them so much that they didn't have much trouble, and soon their adolescent pricks were hard and ready again.

There was a brief hassle, however, when the boys simultaneously tried to crawl between her thighs. They bumped into each other, stopped, and glared at each other. "Hey, man," said Ron, "I go first this time."

"Like hell," said Jon. "I'm always first with her, and you're always first with Patty."

"I didn't agree to that," said Ron, clenching his fists.

Jon thought for a moment, then grinned. "There's no conflict," he said. "I just had an idea. We can both ball her at once. There's plenty of room."

Ron laughed appreciatively. "Good thinking," he said. "Let's try it."

Trudy was aghast at this new atrocity, so shocked that she couldn't even speak up to protest. She comforted herself with the assurance that what the boys wanted wasn't physically possible. She reckoned without their determination and ingenuity, however. They adjusted the stockings that held her to the bed, then managed to roll her over onto her side. She felt one hot hard body snuggling up to her front, another in back. She began to panic. Perhaps they were going to manage it after all.

"No, no," she wept, "please, not this...."

Of course the twins ignored her. She felt hot hard little pricks poking around in her tender vulva, heard the boys panting with excitement. One little cock popped slickly into her wide cunt, and Jon squeaked. "Hey man, I got it in," he said breathlessly. He burrowed his head between Trudy's great white jugs and sighed blissfully as he began to hump her.

"Wait for me," said Ron. It's not so easy from behind."

He managed it at last, however, and he moaned blissfully as he felt his eager little prick sliding in beside his brother's, deliciously gripped in Trudy's big hot wet cunt. "Christ," he said, "this is so far out."

"It sure is," said Jon, wriggling happily, "but we gotta work together, otherwise our dicks'll fall out. Ready?"

"Go," said Ron.

The twins knew each other so well that they needed no more communication in order to work in perfect rhythm. The two immature cocks, stiff and fat, worked side by side in Trudy's velvety wet passage, moving swiftly back and forth, sawing, probing and digging deep into her. At last she felt the thickness, the red-hot friction, she'd been craving. Two boy-cocks were equal to one adult prick in size, and the boys had more energy than any grown-up, balling her faster and harder than she'd ever been balled in her life. Her horniness was so great that she simply couldn't hold out any longer. Flushing hotly, her cunt creaming welcoming rivers, Trudy lost all control of herself and began to move her lusty big body in time to the twins' swift fucking. She couldn't restrain the movements of her hips, the juicing of her cunt, or her frantic cries of bliss.

"Oh, God, yes," she wailed, "yes, boys, fuck me hard! I need it, please don't stop. Ahhhhh, that's good...."

Separated by her body, the twins couldn't wink at each other, but they didn't have to. Both felt gleeful triumph at making their mother succumb at last. Her cunt grew hot and gripping all around their busy little pricks, and she wailed and whined her pleasure without restraint. They had won.

Ron couldn't resist rubbing it in. "You see, Trudy?" he said. "We can ball you as well as any grownup."

"Oh, yes, darling," she babbled, "you do it very well. Don't talk, though. Just do it to me. Oh, God, do it to me. Yesss...."

"Do we do it as well as Dad?" said Jon. "I mean, if you can remember back that far."

"Oh, yes, much better," said Trudy breathlessly. "But, please, boys, don't talk. Just fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. That's the way I like it."

Ron and Jori decided to do as she said, rather, their bodies decided for them. They would have liked to have gone on teasing and taunting her, but their lust was too hot and urgent. They were fucking her so hard now that they could hardly catch their breath, let alone talk. There were no more words in the bedroom. Three frantically humping bodies worked together, Trudy's big lush form hemmed in by the slim boys with their wildly jerking hips. The bed rocked, everyone wailed and panted, and then suddenly Trudy was cumming violently. She screamed her sharp pleasure and writhed so powerfully that she broke loose from her bonds at last, tearing the stockings the boys had used to tie her. Her body convulsed in spasm after spasm, and the twins had to cling to her to keep from being thrown off. She gurgled ecstatically as she felt the double jet of sperm sizzling into her womb, and for a moment the pleasure made her faint.

When she awoke again, the boys were kneeling beside her and grinning down at her. "Well, Trudy," said one of them-she still couldn't tell them apart-we gave you quite a fuck, didn't we?"

Trudy clapped her hands over her face and wept. Her lust was gone, she bore the whole horrible weight of reality. She had fucked her own sons and loved it-nothing could change that awful fact.