"Oh, Jesus! I'm sorry, Ma!"
Charlene bit down on her lip as his piss flooded through her guts, tightening down in reflex. Christ, the kid must have tapped a fucking beer keg!
"You couldn't help it, Lonnie. Next time I'll know enough to listen when you say you gotta go. But pull back, baby, Jesus! I feel like I'm gonna bust like a balloon!"
Obeying his mother, the boy drew his softening cock back until only his cock-head was still trapped in her cunt. Charlene tightened down then, held his prick like it was a cork while his piss continued to run. She felt bloated as her pussy-walls expanded away from the stuff.
But, Jesus! it wasn't a bad feeling! Even a turn-on as his urine filled her guts. She flexed her asshole and farted, the pressure growing.
"Aren't you done yet?"
"Yeah, I think so. That's all."
Lonnie sighed as he finished emptying his bladder into his mother's belly. Charlene tightened down again, afraid to make the first move. They lay still for several minutes, the rise and fall of her breathing making the piss slosh back and forth in her cunt.
"I'm gonna pull out now, Ma."
"Do it slow-no. Do it fast."
"Okay. Here goes."
Even with his warning, Charlene was startled as his prick popped free. Several drops of his piss spurted, but she tightened down before it flooded out, trapped the rest. Sighing, she started to roll onto her back, intending to move to the edge of the bed-and saw Howie standing in the door. The boy stared goggle-eyed, his prick hard again in his trunks.
"See enough, brat?"
Lonnie asked the question over his mother's back. Charlene swallowed a grin as the boy started to back away.
"Come on in, kiddo. As long as you're here you might as well make yourself useful."
"Ma!"
"Shut up, Lonnie! Yours is the second cock I had today."
"Jesus! You fucked Howie?"
"I fucked Howie and I sucked him, just like I'm gonna suck you. Now both of you kids get around here and help me off this fucking bed before I bust a gut."
Lonnie scrambled off the other side of the bed and came around to take one of his mother's head while Howie grabbed the other. Together, they pulled Charlene across the mattress until she could put her feet down on the floor, then helped her stand.
"Warn us to help you make it to the bathroom, Ma?" Lonnie asked.
"No, but you might as well come along, both of you. We all need a shower!"
Charlene waddled out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom, her thighs pressed tight together to keep the still-hot piss from running out of her cunt. Howie walked backward before her, his cock steel-hard again and pushing against his trunks.
She sighed as she finally reached the bathroom and plopped her ass down on the john, relaxing her muscles. Lonnie's piss gushed out, hit the water like a bucket being emptied. Some splashed back up against her thighs. The ache left her belly and she sighed again, then grunted-straining, her own piss joined the water in the bowl.
"Turn the water on, Lonnie. Howie, get those trunks off. Jesus, you both stink!"
The boys hurried to obey, Lonnie stepping into the shower to start the water going from the nozzles on three walls. The charm of the bathroom bad sealed Bill Lewis's decision to buy the house.
"Jesus, you could have an orgy in here!"
The real estate agent winked and lowered his voice-Charlene was still checking out the bedrooms.
"The man who built it was a bachelor. He used to have parties with his girlfriends, but the rule was no other men were allowed. Poor bastard was only forty-six when he died, which is why it's for sale."
"What did he die of?"
"They say he fucked himself to death."
Bill laughed, as did Charlene when he repeated the story later. The bathroom was the only one in the house, but there was a huge bed in the master bedroom which also turned them on. The only thing the house lacked was air-conditioning, but here in the mountains nights were usually cool enough. That's what made the heat wave just starting so unusual.
She wiped her cunt and flushed the toilet, then pressed her hand into the small of her back. She was getting too fucking old for fucking around on bare ground. From now on she'd better keep her fucking to the bedroom!
The shower water was heated to body temperature, and there was a huge boiler in the attic which guaranteed a steady supply. Stinging needles massaged Charlene's body as she stepped into the shower, hurting as they hit her nipples. She gasped as she turned around and around.
"Lighten it up, Lonnie! Jesus!"
The boy adjusted the water until the drops became bigger and hit with less force. Charlene sighed again as she took soap out of the nearest wail dish and brushed her streaming hair out of her eyes.
"Come here, kids. Come here to me."
Lonnie cast a suspicious eye at his mother, but he was only a second later than Howie in obeying. He stiffened as his mother picked up his soft cock, but Charlene was only interested in washing him. She worked his foreskin back and rubbed the soap up and down his cockshaft, then all over his crotch, pulling him out of the nearest spray of water so the suds wouldn't run down his legs.
"Jeez, Ma! I can wash myself!"
"Shut up, Lonnie. You were six years old before you took a bath by yourself, and then I had to keep an eye on you to make sure you washed your cock and behind your ears. Stop smirking, Howie. You were eight before I stopped giving you baths!"
"Only because you wouldn't let me wash myself, Mom!"
"This from the kid who used to soak his hair under the faucet and wash his face and hands, then come downstairs claiming he was finished?"
"Jeez, I only did that once!"
"Mothers are like elephants, kiddo. We're fat, and we never forget."
She turned her attention to the younger boy and gave him the same careful, loving service. Howie sighed as her hands soaped him from neck to toe, washed his arms and hands-and gasped as she worked her middle finger through his tight asshole.
"Momma!"
"Just being thorough, kiddo!"
Charlene turned back to Lonnie, soon had him washed in the same way, then took the shampoo and vigorously did their heads. She pulled the two boys into her embrace and kissed each in turn. The clean soap smell of their bodies had her cunt tingling. She reached down and grabbed their cocks, massaged them a few strokes, with satisfactory results as they both sprang hard.
"Ma!"
"Momma!"
"Shut up! Howie, get the soap out of the other dish-you take this cake, Lonnie. It's your turn to wash me!"
Working together, the boys gave their mother the same careful attention they had received. Each took a tit and Charlene gasped as their palms touched her burning nipples. Then Lonnie washed her crotch while Howie took care of her ass, working the diminishing cake of soap up and down her ass-crack. She gasped as he repaid her for the finger in the asshole.
"Oh, yeah! Work it through my cunt-slit, Lonnie!"
The original cake of soap was down to a sliver. Lonnie pushed the whole thing into her pussy. To his surprise, Charlene's cunt drew it deeper, until his probing fingers had lost it.
"Jeez, Ma! How am I supposed to get that out of your fucking pussy?"
"With your mouth, if you don't stop acting so sassy, boy. Yeah, your grandmother always did say you deserved to have your mouth washed out with soap!"
"Ma! You wouldn't!"
"Don't tempt me." She turned on the laughing Howie. "Or you either, kiddo. You're as not above a little taming down yourself!"
She could feel the soap working against her cunt-walls. Bending her knees, Charlene worked the muscles of her body until the thing was just visible. Lonnie grabbed it and pulled it out, and it disintegrated in his hand.
"Jeez, if your cunt did that to soap, what's it gonna do to my cock?"
"Make your balls blast, boy!"
Howie laughed again, and Charlene grabbed both boys and embraced them tightly. Then she moved them under the spray to wash off the soap. When they were clean, she nuzzled their necks, breathing deep of their masculine scent. Her cunt tingled again as she pressed their mouths to her nipples.
"Suck my titties, babies!"
Howie was already experienced at servicing his mother that way, but Lonnie was slow to respond. The older boy had to bend to take her nipple into his lips. Charlene massaged their necks, gasping with pleasure.
"Oh yeah! Suck hard!"
Christ, but a feeling! She had always loved having her tits sucked, and Bill was experienced at turning her on in that fashion, but this was the first time she had two males sucking on her at the same time. It was heavenly! It was fucking delightful!
"Oh, suck me, boys! Suck me!"
Lonnie kept at it a moment longer, then let the rubbery nipple fall from his mouth. He groaned as he straightened from the unnatural position. His cock was soft.
"Jeez, Ma, that makes my back ache!"
Howie had also lost his erection. Charlene shut off the flow of the water and turned on the warm air that was another special feature of the shower. While it dried their bodies, she knelt and brought the boys together, then picked up their cocks and sucked the two cock-heads into her mouth.
"Ma!"
"Momma!"
One hand on each boy, Charlene sucked their pricks farther into her mouth. Lonnie distorted her lips on his side, his cock almost twice as thick as his brother's. She tongued their piss holes and laved their cock-heads.
"Jeez!" they said together.
Unable to laugh with the two tasty pricks in her mouth, Charlene played with their balls. Lonnie's sagged halfway to his knees when she pulled on the sac, stretching it as far as she could. His cock-hair was heavier, although it was almost invisible against his pale untanned crotch. As the warm air dried it, Howie's red cock-hair curled into tight little springs.
"Come on, Ma!" Lonnie said, embarrassed. "Jeez!"
"Yeah, Mom!" Howie echoed. "This isn't cool!"
Charlene had an answer but she wasn't going to surrender their delicious pricks to give it voice. She continued to suck, and now the boys responded. Their cocks began to stand out, lifting and swelling, growing harder and harder.
Soon Lonnie's hard-on pulled her off balance, starting as it did from a point six inches higher than Howie's. She was forced to turn her head almost sideways and come back until the throbbing cock-heads were just barely in her teeth.
Shit! She cursed silently as she was forced to give up and Lonnie's cock jumped almost against his belly when it popped free. But she still had Howie, and she dove all the way down on it before the boy could back away.
"Momma! Oh, yeah, suck me!"
Lonnie jealously fingered his prick as he watched his mother suck Howie all the way into her throat. Her hands clutched at the youngster's ass and she twisted her head back and forth, enjoying the feeling as his cock-head slid back and forth. Her cheeks hollowed with her sucking pressure, and the boy gasped again and again.
"Oh, yes, Momma! Momma!"
Howie's tensed legs twitched repeatedly and his ass made fucking motions against his mother's face-and Charlene pulled off, leaving his prick jumping in the air. Before the disappointed boy could protest, she turned back to Lonnie and dove down on him the same way.
"Oh, Mat Yeah! Yeah, that's so nice!"
Jesus, she had it all even if he was thicker and longer than Howie! Smirking at his brother, Lonnie put his hands on his mother's head and held her lightly. Because of the difference in their height, Charlene had to rise almost off her knees to take all of Lonnie, and she had trouble breathing when his cock-head slammed into her throat. She moaned, and settled down again, forcing his prick to bend down until the boy bent his knees and leaned over her head.
"Oh, suck me, Ma! Suck me!"
It was Howie's turn to stare enviously as his mother sucked his brother's throbbing hard cock. The younger boy held his prick, worked the foreskin back over his swollen cock-head a time or two, then rubbed his thumb over his piss-hole. His balls were aching, already overworked by his earlier thrice-draining but trying to meet the demands of his lust yet one more time.
"Ah ah ah Ma! Suck me, Ma!"
Lonnie's prick was pulled down at an unnatural angle as Charlene settled lower, almost against her ass. The skin of his groin was stretched, and the root of his cock-shaft ached from the strain. He moaned continuously as Charlene worked on him, sucking.
"Ah Ma! Ma! Cuh-cumming! I'm cumming!"
Although he had blasted twice in quick succession no more than thirty minutes ago, Lonnie's balls were already at the boiling stage. Charlene felt his cock spasm between her lips as she started to take it into her throat. She held up with half of it between her lips, closing her eyes until the first bullet of cum exploded from his pisshole and slammed against the back of her mouth.
"Cumming, Ma! Jesus! Jesus!"
Lonnie's cock spasmed again, the bullet of cum pulsing through his urethra-it was hard when it passed quickly across Charlene's lower lip. The explosive power behind it was still strong when her glottis closed in reflex.
"Oh, Ma! Oh, sweet Jesus! Oh!"
The third pulsation came more slowly, the cum popping out to join the earlier spending in his mother's mouth-the fourth followed. Charlene held herself in position, waiting for another spasm, but Lonnie was done.
"That's all, Ma. There isn't any more."
She pulled back then, let his cock plop out and fall heavily against his legs as Lonnie straightened and eased the kinks out of his knees. Charlene stared at the delicious cock that had just given her just a marvelous taste treat while she rolled his load of cum around in her mouth. The cum she had licked off his body had already started to cool in the few seconds it was exposed to the air, but-this was still warm with his body heat.
It was also diluting with her saliva. She shaped her tongue into a tube and let it trickle down her throat, sighing when it was gone. God! She licked her lips, like a kitten finished with a dish of cream.
"Oh, God, you taste good!"
Lonnie managed an embarrassed laugh, glancing at his brother. Howie grinned back at him. The boys had instinctively moved apart when she released their pricks, but they were still close enough for their mother to reach out and grab their pricks again.
Charlene did just that and the boys jumped, Lonnie winced as she closed her fingers about his cock.
"Jeez, haven't you had enough, Ma?"
"Baby, I don't think I'll ever have enough of my boys' beautiful cocks. Not ever."
"You'll wear it out!" Howie said.
"Now that's one thing I never heard of," Charlene said, laughing. "Wearing out a man's cock! Or a boy's. Overwork them a little, maybe, but that's the nice thing about cocks- give the guy it's attached to a chance to rest up, and it comes back just as strong as ever!"
"Maybe so," her younger son said, "but rest is what mine needs right now. Jeez, just touching it the way you do makes it hurt!"
"How about you, big boy?" she asked, looking at the older boy. "Are you too pooped to pop again, too?"
Lonnie shrugged. "I guess I could go again, at least once more. But can't we have supper first? Jeez, my backbone feels like it's touching my belly button."
Howie eyed his big brother with a certain amount of wary respect. Jesus, Ma and Ginger had drained his balls three times, taking an hour or more to do it, and he felt like he was ready for bed. How the hell did Lonnie do it?
"Supper." Charlene grabbed Lonnie's hand and pulled herself onto her feet. "That sounds good. I'm hungry enough myself to eat a horse. And then we can all go to bed and settle down for some real old-fashioned fucking!"
"Jeez, Momma!"
"Yeah, Ma, that sounds okay by me."
"Okay, let's finish up in here."
The warm air had dried their bodies, but Charlene used towels to finish off the boys' hair, and then her own. Ordinarily she would have settled with the hairdryer to finish the job, but she had a feeling that neatness wasn't going to count for much tonight. She had the boys kneel in front of her while she combed them and brushed them, combed out her own, then grabbed the boys by the cocks and pulled them downstairs to the kitchen.
"Momma!"
"Jee-z, Ma! Have a heart!"
"I'd rather have a cock!" she said, squeezing their pricks. "And I do! I have two of the sweetest, most beautiful cocks I've ever seen!"