Gail Barton could hardly wait to tell her girls about how things had gone with Matt and Barry. Her nephews and she had sucked and fucked out in the country for hours and after the sex came an earthquake of a conversation.
"After today," Gail had told the boys during the drive back to town, "I don't think I'll ever be able to settle for only one cock at a time again."
"Bet you'll have, trouble selling Uncle Scott on that," Matt laughed.
At the mention of her husband, Gail frowned. "Oh, him. Thank God we hardly ever fuck anymore. If it drops down to zero, your uncle'll probably, never notice."
"Yeah, that's pretty much the way it is with our folks, too," Barry sighed. "I think our mom is getting some on the side, though."
Matt was more surprised to hear this than Gail was. He challenged his brother to back up his suspicions about their mother.
"Well," Barry said with a smirk, obviously enjoying knowing something his brother didn't, "a few times when I've been going through Mom's purse to steal some change, I've found a matchbook from the same place."
"So?"
"The Playpen?" Barry jeered, naming a local so-called adult-motel. "C'mon, Matt, you know what a shack-job that joint is. Mirrors, waterbeds, fuck flicks on the TV. That's where Betty was putting out for Mr. Cobb, the science teacher, before we fucked."
Matt was forced to admit that Barry's evidence was convincing. Then the brothers noticed that Gail had just turned pale. They automatically saw she was shocked to hear about her older daughter getting it on with old man Cobb.
"Gee, I'm sorry to bring up that dirt about Betty, at The Playpen, Aunt Gail," Barry apologized. "Just didn't think you'd care after all that's gone down lately."
"No, it's not that," Gail said. "It's the matchbook. I found one of those too, from that same motel."
"Well, yeah, sure, Betty might've brought one home…"
"Not Betty," Gail said. "Her father. You don't suppose…"
"Aw, Aunt Gail, everybody goes to The Playpen to fuck," Barry cut in. "Just a coincidence if our mom and Uncle Scott are fooling around at the same motel."
But Gail clung to the notion. "I wonder."
"Well, what if it was true?" Matt asked. "What if our mom and Uncle Scott were fucking? Would that change anything for the rest of us?"
"Absolutely," Gail answered. "Don't you see? If those two are fucking too, then they're already on our side."
Matt was still wary, but Barry reacted with enthusiasm. "Right! If Mom and Uncle Scott are fucking each other, that means almost everybody in the family is fucking somebody else. 'Course our dad's probably still out of the groove, but what're you gonna do about an old fart like him?"
"Plenty. Your dad's no problem," Gail confidently chuckled. "I'm not your dad's big sister for nothing. I'll bet he still hasn't forgotten the times we played doctor when we were kids."
"What're you saying, Aunt Gail?" Matt asked. "That you'd fuck our dad – your own brother – just because our mom might be cheating with your husband?"
"Not just because," Gail said. "I'm talking about the frosting on the cake."
"Can't you dig it, asshole?" Barry said bluntly. "If Mom's really fucking Uncle Scott, then Aunt Gail gets Dad to fuck her and all the parents are in the bag. It's perfect!"
Now Barry turned to his father's sister.
"You just gotta do it, Aunt Gail. Fuck Dad!"
"Then it's up to you to follow up on this thing about your mom and my straying husband," Gail said. "And if that's what we hope it is, then we'll arrange some real fireworks. Maybe at the scene of the crime. The Playpen. Mirrors on the ceiling. Waterbeds. Closed circuit fuck movies. Ruthie and Betty there too, waiting in the wings. And, if we're lucky…"
"A Goddamned family orgy!" Barry cut in. "How's that grab you. Matt?"
Matt paused, then sighed. "It's crazy." He said, then grinned. "Just crazy enough paused to work!"
So it was settled Gail and her nephews discussed tactics the rest of the way to the city. By the time Matt and Barry were dropped off, a definite plan had taken shape.
"Oh, just wait until the girls hear this," Gail bubbled as she drove home. "They'll just flip."
However, when Gail entered the house a few minutes later, nobody seemed to be there. She was disappointed not to be able to share her news with Ruthie and Betty, of course, but she guessed they'd be back before long. After all, they had to be brimming with curiosity about Matt and Barry. And, meanwhile, Gail could use the time to soak in the tub and wash her nephews' cum out of her thoroughly fucked ass and pussy.
"Mmmm, I'm a mess," Gail sighed when she'd stripped. "My pussy and ass are so swollen and sore."
She reached down, rubbing her hand between her legs then tasting the teenaged jism on her sticky fingers. The special flavor got her horny all over again for young cock.
"Damn!" she giggled, "If there were any boys around I'd be fucking again right now!"
But, Gail guessed, she'd just have to settle for the fresh memory of her sucking, fucking afternoon with her nephews instead of fresh action. Before she bathed, though, she'd treat herself to one last look at her jizz-soaked pussy.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, Gail spread her legs and held a hand-mirror between than. And that's when she realized for the first time, that she was no longer alone in the home.
"She's in the john," Gail heard one of her twins whisper from the hallway.
Gail looked at the tub. She hadn't eve started the water running, so she couldn't hide her nudity under soapy water. Meanwhile, foot steps were padding toward the bathroom door and suddenly the door swung open. Gail reached for a towel but her hand was only halfway there when Carl and Len caught her stark naked.
"I-I was getting ready to take a bath," Gail stammered.
"Easy to see why," Carl replied, openly leering at the sticky sheen of stale cum surrounding her swollen pussy.
Len was even blunter. "Looks like you really got yourself fucked, Mom."
And, her heart temporarily stopping, she abruptly knew that somehow her sons knew about their cousins and her.
Carl confirmed this. "You let us down, Mom, putting out for Matt and Barry instead of your own sons. If you want young cock, you've got it right here at home. Take a look."
Carl and Len both unzipped their jeans and let them drop. Their rigid pricks twanged into the open like drawn weapons.
Gail was still stammering. "Wh-what do you want?"
"Just what's coming to us," Carl hissed.
"Matt and Barry aren't getting anything off you that we aren't," Len added.
The boys moved in on their mother. Gail had no place to go but into the bathtub. There, losing her balance on the slick surface, she helplessly sprawled.
"Don't fight it, Mom," Carl warned. "We mean business!"
He turned on the faucet on the left. Gail's crotch was directly under the gushing tap. The water rapidly started heating up. As it seared her cunt Gail tried to squirm away but Len held her in place as the temperature rose.
"That water will be scalding before you know it, Mom," Carl threatened. "Only one thing's gonna get us to turn it off, Mom."
"I'll do anything you say," Gail said desperately.
Carl turned off the hot water. Gail's crotch glowed like a boiled lobster, her reddened pussy lips opening and closing as if she were gasping for air between her scorched thighs.
Len snatched her up from the tub. He used a fistful of hair for the job. Then Gail was made to kneel on the floor before her, sans. Their cocks were poking in her face.
"Suck 'em, Mom," Carl commanded. "Suck both our pricks at the same time."
Gail obediently opened her mouth as wide as it would go. Wide enough to take two cockheads at once. Her cheeks bulged from the nasty burden and she sagged for breath, but it was a lot less uncomfortable than having her pussy scalded by hot water.
"Now play with our cockshafts, Mom," Carl ordered.
"Our balls and our assholes before you're through, too," Len added. "Make us both come in your mouth," Carl said.
Gail closed her eyes. It was easier for her to concentrate on the task at hand without having to look up into her sons' faces.
Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of each prick while she continued to suck the heads. They were thick, young hard-on, the kind Gail had so willingly put out for when she'd been with her nephews earlier today.
The next thing she knew she was rhythmically stroking them. The cocks pulsated in her sliding grip, just as their heads did in her sucking mouth. Their flavor had started seeping into her tastebuds, a salty flavor that began making her think about quenching her growing thirst.
"That's the way, Mom," Carl said. "Now squeeze our nuts."
Gail's hands dipped, instantly filling with her sons' balls. She thought she could almost hear and feel them squish with jizz.
"Won't be long now," Len panted.
"Same here," Carl said. "So let's get it done."
Gail didn't need to be told what they expected from her now. She knew to move her fingers from their churning nuts into the cracks of their asses. Find their assholes and probe deeply. Angle her finger-fucking thrusts to dig at the special male glands nestled within.
"That's it, Mom, pull our triggers!" Carl urged. "Make us shoot it!"
Gail jammed their assholes and their crotches bucked in her face. More of their two cocks than she'd have thought possible for her to swallow at the same time surged together in her mouth.
Then, with spurting impact, just a pair of cocks wasn't all Gail had to swallow. Suddenly she had a double-dose of jizz as well, as her sons came together in her mouth.
It was the hottest jizz Gail had ever tasted, also the sweetest. Hotter and sweeter than the jizz from either Matt's or Barry's climaxing prick had been earlier today when her nephews had ganged up on her. And now Gail was satisfying the thirst she had built up from their salty cocks by drinking her sons' jizz as quickly as she could gulp it down.
"Man, she digs it!" Len excitedly said.
At the mention of her daughters' names, Gail abruptly stopped short. The rest of the jizz spilled from her mouth and slobbered down her chin, dripping from there onto her tits.
"The girls put you up to this?" she gurgled. Carl glared at his brother and Len squirmed, knowing he'd spoken out of turn.
"Stupid asshole," Carl seethed. "Fucked everything up with your big mouth!"
With her sons off-stride, Gail sprang to her feet. All of a sudden this whole bizarre incident had started making sense to her. She could read it in the boys' faces. It gave her the kind of strength that comes to a mother when she catches her children dead to rights.
"You fucked your sisters today while I was gone, didn't you?" Gail charged. "Then Ruthie and Betty talked you into giving me a little surprise party. I was supposed to think I was being raped. It was all their idea of a practical joke, right?"
Carl and Len withered in response to their mother's sharp tongue and flashing eyes. She'd turned them into small boys again. Sheepishly nodding, they silently admitted that she was right about their game.
Finally Len spoke, sputtering, "Wh-what're you gonna do to us, Mom?"
"Call your bluff," Gail answered. "You thought it'd be fun to find out what rape's like? Well, there's still gonna be a rape. Two of them as a matter of fact!"
The boys had never seen her like this. Gail backed them against the nearest wall. Then she grabbed the cock at her right.
"You fuck me first, Len," she demanded.
"I-I can't get it up anymore, Mom," he whined.
"Bullshit!" Gail scoffed.
The toilet was nearby. She put a foot up on it, parting her thighs so her cunt was wide open. Next she took Len's cock and balls in a wad and rubbed them against her pussy's hair, lips and gash.
"Get it up, damn you! Get it hard for me!" she insisted.
"I-I'm trying," Len croaked, straining.
"Maybe this'll help," Gail shot back, straining herself now.
Her cunt suddenly erupted and she was pissing all over her son's cock and balls.
"Jesus!" Len gulped. It was just kinky enough to give him an instant hard-on.
Gail wasted no time. She stuffed his revived prick into her dripping cunt, using the piss to lube the thrust of his cockmeat. The next thing Len knew, his mother had hilted his prick in her slippery pussy.
"Fuck me as good as you fucked either of your sisters!"
To make sure it happened, Gail took her foot off the toilet and planted her knee against the wall to one side of Len. Then, pushing off with her other leg, she ground her crotch against Len's and forced his cock into her twisting cunt.
"Tel me how tight Mommy's pussy is around your prick, Len. Tell me, baby!"
"Yeah, tight, Mom, super tight," Len gasped. "Goddamned, fucking tight."
"Tight enough to make you come?"
"Anytime you say so, Mom," Len choked, his prick whip lashed by Gail's tugging and hauling pussy.
"Not until I come first," Gail teased.
She abruptly let her cunt go slack around Len's cock. Then she began playing with her clit. It was so swollen with arousal that she could jack it off between her thumb and finger.
"Here I come," she moaned.
And when she came her orgasmic pussy instantly tightened again. A vise of flesh, her pussy rippled along the length of her son's buried prick.
"Here I come too, Mom!" Len breathlessly croaked.
Gail bore down on him. His cockhead exploded in her cunt, spurting jizz all the way into the womb where she'd once carried him for nine months.
"Good boy," Gail sighed when his balls were drained and her fucked pussy leaked his excess cum down her inner thighs. "Now let's see if your brother's got what it takes to be raped by his own mother."
Gail stepped back, Len's cock popping from her sloppy pussy. Then, exhausted from the tension and the fucking, he slumped down the wall to his knees like a beaten prizefighter sliding to the canvas off the ropes.
Now Gail turned toward Carl. "You don't have to force me into anything, Mom," he said, "Not after what I've just seen. I'm ready."
"But then it wouldn't be rape," Gail chuckled. "On your knees, slave."
She kicked him in the shins to make him drop to the level of her crotch. Then she grabbed Carl's head, crushed his face to the center of her thrusting loins, and made him suck his brother's cum out of her freshly fucked pussy.
"Suck my pussy clean, slave," Gail directed. "Want to start all over again clean when I rape you, so I can feel every inch of your cock in me and you can feel just how tight my cunt can squeeze. Your brother's leftover cum would make my pussy too slippery, so you've got to suck it out of me."
She wouldn't let Carl breathe until his tongue had swabbed Len's jizz from her pussy. Then she yanked his head up by the hair, snapping it back so far that his neck cracked and his spine curved inward.
"On your back now, slave!"
Carl collapsed from his mother's hair-pulling assault and she straddled his loins. Now, hovering directly over his cock and balls, the cunt he'd just beat forced to eat dripped with his spit.
"Get it up for me!"
He reached to get his cock upright, but his mother slapped his arm away.
"No hands," Gail taunted.
Gritting his teeth, Carl flexed the muscles of his crotch. His cock rose from his belly, quivering in midair.
"That's more like it," Gail approved. Down she plunged, taking her son's standing prick straight up her cunt. Then, hiked to Carl's balls, she swiveled her hips and made him fuck her in a circular motion rather than the standard in-and-out.
"Jeez, Mom you've got me close to coming already," Carl moaned.
"And just like I told your brother, not until I come first," Gail insisted.
But this time she didn't finger her clit. Instead, she drew Carl's hands up to her tits told him to pinch her nipples. They were wired straight to her cunt, Gail claimed. And it must have been true, because she climaxed on the spot.
The climax seemed to transform the walls of her pussy into a thousand tiny, wriggling fingers. They massaged Carl's hilted prick from tip to root.
"Come! Come in me now!" Gail ordered. "Give my pussy the cum it needs!"
Carl's cock spurted on demand, as far up in his mother's cunt as a cock cold come. Once again Gail was taking the jizz from one of her sons in the womb that had originally carried him for nine months.
"Oooooh, rape! I raped both of my own boys!" Gail swooned in triumph. "Too bad my girls aren't here now, to see it."
And, right on cue, Ruthie and Betty answered, "We are here, Mom!"
Gail looked toward the doorway. There stood her daughters, grinning from ear to ear.
"You're fantastic, Mom!" Ruthie said. "With you on our side, this family is an orgy just waiting to happen."
Gail couldn't have agreed more.