Chapter 7
It was with the greatest imaginable difficulty that Darlene managed to control her fear and embarrassment. After her first scream of terror her mind went blank and her voice froze. She stared wild-eyed in the direction of the doorway. She had been caught in the act, had been caught in an illegal and highly immoral, or at least amoral, act. And it was her own innocent young boys who had caught her at it.
She was suddenly overcome with the shame of her activities with her son, suddenly overcome with a crushing realization of the nastiness of her affair with Rod. She suddenly realized that her crying need for attention and release from the bonds that held her body and mind in the grip of fear had forced her to go beyond the boundaries of acceptable sexual conduct. She had welcomed her son into her loving and entrapping arms because her husband had treated her so cruelly years before and had left her afraid of all males. But her son had been kind and frightened and gentle with her and had soothed her old emotional wounds.
Now, though, she was face to face with a new reality and she had no idea how to cope with it.
As she stared into the amazed faces of her twelve-year-old and his thirteen-year-old brother she came to the somewhat shocking realization that their amazed faces weren't quite as amazed as she might have expected. In fact, the two boys seemed to be staring not in shock but in intense interest. Darlene felt a peculiar surge of passion as she watched the two boys looking intently at thenbrother's dribbling dick and their mother's naked tits and the patch of hair between her legs.
Darlene hadn't had the presence of mind to try hiding her exposed pussy. She still kneeled on the kitchen floor with her legs spread, her furry cunt-nest making quite a rare attraction for Bobby and Micky. There was something stirring inside her, something even nastier than the ideas that had led to her seduction of Rod. There was something stirringly adorable about the way Bobby and Micky drank in her naked perfection. She was slowly being moved toward an inevitable confrontation with her conscience. She couldn't deny that growing inside her was a dark desire for the two totally innocent young boys who had stumbled into her web. She knew now that she would not be satisfied until she had engaged in hot sexual activities with Bobby and Micky too.
Rod was looking at his mother as if he expected her to do something to save the situation. She realized that she had to do something to explain what she was doing to Rod. She could hardly lie about her oral activities. Bobby and Micky had probably heard enough about such things from their friends to have at least some idea what she had been up to. But it was no longer enough merely to explain. She was struggling now with the burning desire to demonstrate for her two younger sons exactly what she was doing.
"You boys should be ashamed of yourselves!" she said firmly. "I've told you always to knock when you enter a house!" she said, holding her legs together.
"But it's our house!" Micky said, obviously confused.
"Never mind that! What on earth are you doing home so early? I told you to have a long baseball game this morning! This is terribly embarrassing!" she struggled.
"Gosh, Mom, we've never seen you naked before! Wow!" Bobby said, his twelve-year-old eyes roving over his mother's body.
"I guess what he told us was true after all!" Micky said, trying to catch a glimpse of his mother's half hidden cunt.
"He? What on earth are you talking about? He?" Darlene said breathlessly.
"He said that you were doin' all kindsa stuff to his ... to his thing!" Micky said. "And that's what you're doin' to Rod."
"He?!" the shocked mother cried.
"Yeah, Mom, Dean!" the boys said, almost in unison, turning and pointing to the doorway.
"Oh, Christ!" Darlene cried, realizing that her first sex pupil had let the cat out of the bag.
Darlene struggled with intense anger and fear when she saw Dean March peek around the corner, his eyes glittering with emotion. She wanted to break the brat's neck. He had disobeyed her order to remain silent. She wondered how many other boys he had told. She closed her eyes and imagined with horror a line of boys waiting at her door for lessons like the ones Dean had enjoyed so much. How could she keep her good reputation intact now? The whole town would soon find out all about her activities, unless she could persuade Dean to keep his big mouth shut. She realized that her activities with him were enough to make any young boy brag to his buddies, especially since none of them were likely to have had such fun with a woman at their tender ages. Even though she understood his motivations she still found it hard to forgive him for his breach of faith. When she noticed that he was as upset as she was, however, she softened slightly.
"Dean March, you come here right now! Do you hear me?" she snapped, standing and holding her hands on her naked hips.
The boy did as he was told, his head bowed. Darlene realized now that he still felt somewhat weak in the presence of her powerful seductiveness. Perhaps she could still control him.
"How many boys have you told about our little lessons? The truth now!" she said, forcing herself to sound harsh and unforgiving.
"Golly, Mrs. Miller, I didn't really tell anybody ... just Micky and Bobby. I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it, Mrs. Miller. I really tried to keep quiet! I'm awful sorry!" the boy struggled to explain, not daring to look into the sexy woman's eyes, shuffling his awkward feet and looking pitiful before her.
Darlene couldn't help being moved by the nervous Dean's embarrassment. He seemed so contrite now, so helpless and young as he stood before her awaiting his fate. The passionate woman softened and began to feel the familiar surges of womanly passion that had gotten her into her difficult situation in the first place. She was beginning to feel only motherly love for Dean and her two younger sons. She knew that her feeling of motherly love would soon become feelings of motherly lust.
"Are you really gonna tell my Mom and Dad on me?" Dean said nervously. "Would you really do that?"
"Didn't I say I would if you breathed a word about this to anyone?" she asked, forcing herself still to seem sharp.
"Well, yeah, but I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" Dean said, looking up at Darlene pleadingly.
"I don't know, Dean! You should be ashamed of yourself! You know how nasty our little lessons were at the river! People just aren't supposed to find out about things like that! And now you've seen what Rod and I were doing! How do I know you won't tell everyone about that too?" Darlene continued, enjoying the way the tall thirteen-year-old squirmed before her.
"How could I tell anybody about that?" the boy gasped. "Nobody'd even believe me!"
"Perhaps you're right, Dean dear. Mothers don't generally do things like this to their sons. Perhaps there really isn't much danger of your blabbing to the whole neighborhood. I don't know. I just don't know," Darlene said, her finger at her lips.
"Aw, c'mon, Mrs. Miller! Please don't tell on me! I won't say anything! I promise!" Dean begged.
"Perhaps we should consult Rod since he's as much involved as anyone," she smiled, beginning to tease the boys and enjoying every minute of it. "Well, Rod darling, do you think we should forgive Dean for exposing us? After all, darling, you seem as embarrassed about this as I am."
"I guess," Rod said weakly, looking down between his legs and trying to hide his young dick by putting his hands over his lap.
"Then you think we can forgive him?" Darlene said.
"I guess. Gosh, Mom, can I get dressed?" the boy struggled, his young face flushing in his intense embarrassment.
"Poor boy!" Rod's mother said, running her fingers through her son's longish hair. "This really is embarrassing. We're all naked and Dean and Bobby and Micky are dressed! I don't think that's at all fair! Do you, Rod?" Darlene asked, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, spreading her long legs slightly and exposing the now fiery gash of her twat.
"I guess not, Mom. Can I get my pants on?" Rod pleaded.
"I have a better idea!" Darlene said, noticing how the three boys who stood together in front of her were staring uncontrollably at her exposed pussy. "I think Bobby and Micky and their nasty friend should take their clothes off, too! It's only fair!" she smiled.
"Gosh, Mom! You really mean it?!" thirteen-year-old Micky gasped.
"Gee whiz, Mom! We can't take our clothes off in front of you! You always said that was dirty!" twelve-year-old Bobby said, thoroughly amazed at his mother's unheard-of suggestion.
"Don't worry about any of that nonsense, Bobby. Times have changed. I've decided to let you boys enjoy yourselves. You have to learn sex from somebody, and it might just as well be your mother," Darlene said, opening her legs even farther, catching the eyes of all three boys. "Well, Rod, don't you think the boys should take off their clothes?" she smiled at the oldest boy.
"Gosh, Mom, I dunno!" the dumbfounded boy said, still trying in vain to hide his hard cock.
"Then your mother will make the decision for you!" she said. "Boys! Strip!" she ordered firmly.
"All of us?" Bobby and Micky gasped. "Not just Dean?"
"All of you, darlings!" Darlene said seductively, reaching down between her widespread legs and parting the quivering lips of her obscenely exposed cunt with two fingers. "We're going to have the time of our lives!"
She crooked her little finger and beckoned Dean toward her. He obeyed as if in a trance, moving stiffly. She noticed quickly enough that her lewd display of her juicy snatch had stiffened up the boy's thirteen-year-old prick. When he stood shakily before her she reached out and tugged down his tightly stretched zipper, reaching inside his tight pants and prying out his hard young dick. The tall boy shivered when she wrapped her warm fingers around his slippery cock.
"I see you were enjoying what Rod and I were doing as much as we were!" she smiled, moving the boy's dick up and down in rhythm.
Bobby, Micky, and Rod were making an effort to hide their interest in Dean's "punishment" for his loose tongue, but Darlene knew that they wanted to see what she was doing to him. She knew too that they wanted secretly to join their buddy in whatever "punishment" she meted out.
"Bobby! Micky! Take-your clothes off! You're as much to blame for all this embarrassment as Dean is! And besides, darlings, I haven't seen you naked for so long! I want to see if your nice little dickies have grown any since the last time I saw them," she cooed. "You don't mind letting your own mother see your cockies, do you?"
"No, Mom, I guess not," Bobby said, struggling. "But do we have to do it here?"
"Why not, Bobby? Rod and I did it right here in the kitchen. I think he rather enjoyed it once he got over the initial shock," the hot-assed mother explained, still working Dean's naked dick up and down as she talked to Bobby and Micky. "Why don't you boys just open your pants and let me look inside. That should be enough for now. Hurry now, darlings! Mother's getting impatient. I do so want to see how your pricks have grown!"
Darlene was thrilled at the way all the boys in the kitchen seemed to hang on her every word. It was just the kind of attention she craved. The boys were totally in her power, totally dedicated to her, totally willing to submit to her tutelage, no matter how confused they were.
It was so unlike her suffering at the hands of her uncaring and unfeeling husband. And yet she saw in her boys some of the qualities that had attracted her to Sam in the happier time before his alcoholism had ruined their sex lives. She was surrounded by innocent boys who needed her. Her pussy was stirring as it had never stirred before. It was as if each wild new sex thrill was more cunt-stirring than the one before. Was there no end to the joys that this new and dangerous kind of sex would bring her?
Nothing could stop her now. Nothing could stop her from engaging in this ultimate act of depravity.
Nothing could stop her now from throwing herself and all her considerable sexual energies into this orgy of incestuous fucking.
Bobby and Micky dutifully began unzipping their pants, looking at each other as if in total disbelief. She sure hadn't done anything like this before! Both boys wondered what she was going to do to them. Surely she wouldn't suck on their cocks like she did Rod's! Surely she wouldn't jack them off like she was doing to Dean at the moment!
Neither Bobby nor Micky had even let any girl see their penises, and certainly not their mother. She had always taught them not to expose themselves that way. She had always been careful not to walk around the house anything less than fully dressed. And now she was stark naked and asking them to show her their cocks! It was too much for either boy to understand. They simply did as they were told and hoped they could do whatever she wanted of them.
"Come over here, boys, and show me what you've been hiding under your zippers all this time," their mother cooed, removing her hand from Dean's jerking dick and turning her attentions to her sons. "Why don't you and Rod just sit down and watch for a while?" she smiled, turning to Rod, who was no longer trying to hide his prick.
"Gosh, Mom, what're you gonna do to Bobby and Micky?" Rod asked, wrapping his own hand around his aching penis and beginning to jack off openly, lost in the heat of his passion for his beautiful mother.
"I'm going to make them feel just like I made you feel, Rod darling. Do you think they might enjoy that?" she asked sweetly.
"Oh, yeah, Mom! They'll enjoy it all right! But they're just kids!" the boy said.
"We all have to learn some time," she said, and smiled.
Dean sat down beside Rod in a kitchen chair, his stiff dick jutting up red-hot and eager. Darlene told him to take off his shirt and pants.
The boy obeyed, nervously struggling out of his clothes. She smiled up at her two young sons with hot lust blazing in her eyes. She reached out and spread open the older boy's fly, peering inside and finding exactly what she wanted.
"Oh, Micky! It's lovely! It's just lovely! I had no idea you were so big! The last time I saw your penis it was just a little thing! You're awfully well developed for a boy of thirteen! You're almost as big as Dean!" she said, her mouth watering. "Does your cock ever get hard, Micky dear?" she asked, reaching inside his open pants and playing with the firm piece of meat that dangled between the boy's young legs.
Darlene could imagine how the boy felt standing there with his pants open while she moved her silken fingertips over the very organ she had taught him never to expose to a woman. The boy held his arms at his sides, his fists balled. He seemed to be straining against a heavy load. She realized that her son was fighting the terribly embarrassing sensations that his mother was stirring in his body. She knew that he was trying desperately to keep his thirteen-year-old dick from hardening beneath his open pants.
"You mustn't worry about that, Bobby," Darlene said comfortingly. "I'm just giving you a hard-on, darling. I want your dick to get nice and stiff. I want to see it sticking out through your fly. Doesn't it get hard sometimes all by itself?" she asked.
"Uh huh. Lotsa times," Micky choked.
"Of course it does. And I'm going to make it hard for you now. Do you feel it getting bigger and bigger in my hand?" she asked.
"Heck, yeah, Mom! But...." the boy struggled.
"But what, darling? Don't you like the way I'm making you feel?" the boy's naked and lusty mother asked, still squeezing and stroking his rod.
"Yeah, Mom, but all the others are watching!" the boy gasped. "And pretty soon something's gonna happen if you don't stop!"
"Is something going to shoot from the head of this hard little prick?" she asked. "Is your sperm going to come out all over my hand?"
"I guess, Mom. I can't help it, Mom! It always does that! And it's gonna do it right now if you don't stop!" Micky rasped, his legs shaking with excitement as his mother stroked his thirteen-year-old dick.
"I wouldn't want to waste the delicious stuff so early in the festivities, Micky darling! Why don't we just save it for later?" Darlene smiled at her boy, removing her loving fingers from his stiff dick and letting it snap up against his belly, scraping against his open zipper and making the boy jump backwards.
Micky looked down at his sexy mother with a confused look on his face. She was kneeling before him with the most peculiar look on her lovely face. She almost looked like some of the pictures he had seen in the dirty magazines Tim Baker had smuggled into school. And she was looking that way with him in mind. Micky was somewhat relieved when she beckoned twelve-year-old Bobby toward her. At least his cock might have a chance to go down now, Micky thought. Having a hard-on in front of his mother was awfully embarrassing. He found soon enough, however, that watching his mother work on his little brother made his dick harder than ever.
"Bobby, darling, come here and spread your little fly open for mother!" Darlene called. "I want to examine your little dickie. Doesn't that make your balls feel funny, Bobby dear? Does your little pee-pee get stiff like Micky's? Is it getting stiff already?" she said playfully, staring between her youngest son's legs at his rock-hard little pintle.
"It's awful stiff, Mom," the boy whined, feeling dizzy with excitement.
"May I feel your balls, darling?" she cooed.
"Feel my...." the boy gasped.
Young Bobby jumped back involuntarily when he felt his mother's long fingers sneak inside his spread pants and dip between his legs. She stroked the silken skin of the boy's scortal sac, moving his nuts around in their hairless pouch, making him shiver with strange excitement, making Darlene grow wilder inside by the minute.
"Oh, Christ, Mom! Nobody ever touched me there!" Bobby nearly cried.
"I'll touch you there, Bobby darling. I'll touch you everywhere!" Darlene said seductively. "I'll touch your dick too! Doesn't that feel nice?" the horny mother said, taking her twelve-year-old son's small penis in her fingers and moving it around in circles.
Bobby could only utter muted sounds deep in his throat, his sexual excitement was so intense. Shocks of sexual electricity shot up and down his hard dick. His young nuts began to ache between his legs. His muscles stiffened. He felt dizzy with the confusion of feelings that swirled inside him. And at the center of that swirl of feelings was his mother, doing things to him that no mother dared do to her child.
Darlene felt hornier and more depraved the more she stroked her boy's slender meat-stick. There was something strangely satisfying about her feeling of depravity. She was surrounded by boys who needed her, who depended on her for their instruction in fucking. And she was going to instruct them well, no matter how taboo her activities were. She was free now of the bonds that had held her, free of the shackles of her memory of Sam and his cruelty, free too of the strictures of society. She had broken out of the prison of small-town morality and she was going to enjoy her newfound freedom.
She thrilled to the feel of her son's hairless balls and the smooth shaft of his firm young penis. She looked up at him and saw him close his eyes, lost in the youthful passion that she had inspired in him. She reached for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling the kid's pants down. She tugged down his underwear and exposed the front of his body completely. She was moved by the incredible tenderness of the boy as he stood there before her, his little prick bobbing up and down between his legs, jerking with excitement.
Darlene had to taste Bobby's young prick, had to suck him until he couldn't stand the tension no longer. She bent toward his arching little prick and engulfed the head of the thing in her wet mouth. Bobby gasped and almost fell down, his shock and excitement were so intense. She felt her youngest boy begin moving his naked hips back and forth, as if he instinctively knew what to do to face-fuck his mother, even at twelve years of age. She thrilled to the feel of the boy's rigid prick against the inside of her sucking mouth. She moved her tongue up and down the shaft of the thing, being careful not to neglect the bulbous little head of it. Before long, Bobby was banging up against her face so hard that her nose pressed against the hairless flesh of his young groin.
Just when the boy's passion was at its peak she grasped his hips and pushed him away from her, pulling her face off his throbbing dick with an audible slurp.
"Wasn't that fun, darling? Why don't you and Micky make me feel good, too? Why don't you both lick my cunt?" Darlene smiled, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table and spreading her legs obscenely while the two young boys gaped.
"Lick your what?" Micky gasped.
"My cunt, darlings! Dean and Rod have already done that for me. I think you and Bobby should have a taste of your mother's pussy too. But first, why don't you take all your clothes off?" she smiled.
The twelve-year-old and his brother stripped clumsily' while Darlene, their mother and horny sex-instructor, diddled the naked lips of her juicy cunt. Rod and Dean sat bolt-upright in their chairs, their dicks dripping with excitement while their beautiful sex-tutor put on an obscene display guaranteed to hold their attention. In a feat of gymnastics of which even Darlene thought herself incapable, she raised both her legs and put her feet on the surface of the kitchen table, exposing her cunt in the most lewd manner possible. The woman's delicious rosy cunt-gash was open and ready for the hungry boys to eat. Dean and Rod craned their necks to get a view of her cunt, afraid to be too blatant in showing their interest in her treasure.
"I want you boys to come and play with my tits. Dean and Rod, come sit on the table on either side of me and stroke my titties. Wouldn't you like that, boys?" Darlene smiled, wildly excited by the presence so close to her of the four willing yet bashful young studs.
Dean and Rod did as they were instructed, sitting by Darlene's side and reaching out after a few seconds of hesitation to fondle her naked breasts. Darlene felt a thrill surge through her lush body when she felt her son and his young pal touch her naked knockers. Her nipples hardened immediately and began to tingle with excitement. She put her own hands on her breasts for a moment or two, showing the boys exactly what to do to make her wild inside, gently tweaking her own hard little nipples, scraping them with her fingernails, pinching them until she felt little twitches of pleasure-pain deep in her breasts. The boys learned their lessons well and were soon driving her wild with their digital manipulation of her tits.
"Now, darling sons, I want you to put your tongues right up my pussy," she said matter-of-factly, as if her two young boys were in the habit of doing such things to her all the time.
Bobby and Micky hesitated a moment before obeying their horny mother. It seemed like an awfully nasty thing to do, but they did it anyway. If their mommy wanted them to do it, it was just fine with them. She told them to put their faces against the gash that was so obscenely exposed for them. They obeyed, trying to get both their faces between Darlene's spread legs. The scent and taste of their mother's pussy was intoxicating.
Darlene cried out loud when she felt the boys' lips and tongues against the super-sensitive flesh of her steaming pussy. She threw out her legs and wrapped them around her sons' naked young bodies. The warmth of their flesh thrilled her, melted her seething twat. Her lust-inflamed cunt tingled and burned with passion. The musky fluids of her passion flowed freely as her sons lapped thirstily at her sex.
"Stroke my legs!" Darlene said to Dean and Rod. "Run your hands over my thighs! Oh, God! Make me cum! Make me cum, boys! I want my pussy to flash! I want it, darlings!"
The wildly excited boys began letting their eager hands rove over their sex-tutor's flesh. She felt their warm fingers tickling her thighs and the downy puff of hair between her legs. She felt their fingers touching her where her other sons' tongues and wet lips were touching her, felt Rod and Dean playing at last with the juicy saliva-covered lips of her sweet cunt.
The boys were panting loudly now, their cocks and balls aching with excitement. Darlene couldn't resist reaching down and wrapping her warm hands around the slippery pre-cum covered shafts of their dicks. She squeezed their rods hard and began jacking them off with a passion. The boys' muscles stiffened as they neared the moment when their cum would shoot from their turgid organs. Darlene was aware of their excitement, filled with the presence of the wildly turned-on young boys, filled with the cunt-stirring realization that she herself had brought them to such a state.
"Goddamn, Mrs. Miller! I'm gonna cum sure as hell!" Dean gasped as he felt his nuts churning in their tight sac.
"Me, too, Mom! It's gonna come out if you don't stop! Is it all right, Mom? Can I let the stuff shoot out? I wanna, Mom! Can I? Please, Mom?" Rod begged.
Darlene slowed the frantic pace of her masturbating movements on her son's dick and saw the nearly pained expression on his face when she stopped beating him off suddenly.
"Just a second, Rod, darling. I want you all to cum at the same time! Doesn't that sound exciting, darlings?" the hot-assed mother asked, her cunt ready to surge and twitch with her orgasmic rush at any second.
The boys nodded weakly when she took her hands away from their dripping penises. They would do anything she asked of them, no matter how uncomfortable for them, and holding their sperm in their aching nuts was becoming very uncomfortable.
"Micky, dear, why don't you fuck me right in my twat?" she smiled, horny enough now to do anything and everything that satisfied her dark desires for innocent young boys.
"F ... fuck you ... in your what?" Micky stumbled, unable to believe that she really wanted him to do that.
"Yessssssss! Quickly! Stick that beautiful dick of yours right up inside my fucking cunt! Here, I'll show you where to put it!" she said, reaching down and taking her thirteen-year-old son's cock in her fingers and guiding it between her legs.
"What do you want me to do, Mom?" she heard little Bobby ask.
"Oh, I haven't forgotten you, Bobby dear," she cooed. "I want you to climb right up here on the table and kneel down so that your dickie is sticking out right near my mouth," Darlene said, her mouth watering for the taste of her twelve-year-old's prick.
Young Bobby scrambled onto the table with Dean and Rod, taking a position behind his brother and at his mother's shoulder. She wasted no time in turning her pretty head and sucking the twelve-year-old's dick into her mouth. She sucked hard on his jerking pintle until she had driven him to the brink of a nut-busting climax. She let his stick pull from her lips and began sucking his smooth nuts into her face, tugging at them gently with her teeth, being very careful not to hurt her little boy.
Micky seemed to know exactly what to do to satisfy his mother's desire to be fucked in her hot cunt. He began bucking his lean young ass, forcing his rod into her pussy and out again until he had worked her feminine juices into a foamy peak. She encouraged the boy to pound in and out of her snatch, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while he nervously-yet-eagerly fucked his hot-assed mother between the legs.
Darlene grabbed Dean's and Rod's cocks and began beating them off again, with a wilder pace this time. She sucked her Bobby's rod until his body began to shake.
"What's happenin', Mom? Oh, wow! It sure feels funny! Ohmigosh, Mom! What're you doin'?" Bobby gasped as his dick suddenly felt shocks and tingles racing up and down its length.
"You're going to shoot into my mouth, darling Bobby!" Darlene cried, her voice thick and hot.
She suddenly felt her son's virginal load of sperm shooting into her sucking mouth, spraying against the roof of her mouth, running down her throat, filling her face with thick white cum. She struggled to swallow every last drop of the longed for ejaculate.
"Harder! Harder into me! Harder into my cunt! Oh yes! Fuck me, Micky! Fuck me, son! Shoot me full of your cum!" the horny mother gurgled.
Micky followed her urging and banged away at her juicy pussy until he felt a charge of cum blasting through his sperm-pipe and shooting all over the hair of her pussy.
"Oh gosh, Mom, it came out!" Micky whined when his unyielding young tool snapped out of his mother's pussy and blasted shots of cum into her pussy-hair, "Is it all right?" he managed to ask as his balls made him feel like he had never felt before.
"Of course it's all right! Shoot it! Cum all over me! All of you! Show me how much you appreciate me! We'll all cum together!" Darlene cried as her throat contracted in an effort to swallow Bobby's cum. "I want you to shoot, too, Rod, and you, Dean! Now! NOW!" she shouted as her hands pounded faster and faster over the boys' dicks, making their cum-filled young nuts bounce between their legs.
Darlene was rewarded for her masturbating efforts when the two boys shot blast after blast into the air at the same time, covering her tits and running down her belly to the hair of her cunt. She took her busy hands away from their pricks and began massaging their mingling sperm into her creamy flesh while they watched bug-eyed and thoroughly amazed.
Micky was still beating his cock and balls against her pussy when she felt the rush of her powerful orgasm rising from some deep place within her and spreading over her body like a soft fire. She whimpered and went suddenly limp in every relaxed fiber of her naked body. All four of her naked boys were feeling the similar ultimate relaxation of their bodies as their orgasms left them in pure bliss. Darlene was surrounded by her boys, surrounded by the guttural sounds and little cries of relief that escaped their lips in spite of their efforts to control themselves, surrounded by their warmth and willingness to satisfy her in every way. She felt as if bathed in their warmth, felt as if all her years of suffering at the hands of her brutal husband were soon to be forgotten in the overpowering passion that her sons and young Dean inspired in her.