Lonnie's last, erupting thrust slammed into Ginger and pushed the girl out of Charlene's cunt. She slid over the top of the woman, stopped at last when the top of her head banged into Howie's legs. Caught by surprise, the boy sat back on her.
"Oh, Jesus!"
"What the fuck?"
"What the hell's going on?"
"Get the fuck off me, Howie!"
All four spoke at once as Howie's cock popped out of his mother's mouth. The boy jumped up from Ginger and his hard cock banged against his mother's nose. Laughing, Charlene grabbed it and used it as a handle to pull him off her face and down on the bed.
"Sweet Jesus! You're the craziest bunch of kids I ever saw. Or fucked around with!"
"Jeez, Ma!" said Lonnie. "You've done this with other kids?"
"Not since I was a kid myself, kiddo. And nothing like this; But when I think of all the opportunities I've missed in this fucking life… "
She brushed Ginger's hair out of the girl's face. "Life's too goddamn short, honey. You kids grab it while you can. Maybe next year the bombs will start dropping."
Ginger twisted her ass beneath Lonnie. "Get off me, Lonnie. Unless you're ready to fuck me again."
He pumped once; and sighed. "Nope. I need at least ten minutes, Ginger. Jesus, that makes five times I've blown my balls!"
"Five times for me, too," piped in Howie.
"Is that a record, baby?" Charlene asked.
"It is for me!" her youngest son said.
"It's close," Lonnie said. "Once before I shot five loads, but that was starting in the morning and going on until night. Jesus, this has been only about three hours!"
Charlene wondered if any girl, any female, had been the beneficiary of his five-load day. She hated to think Lonnie might have wasted it all on his fingers!
She glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
"The evening's young yet, it isn't even eight o'clock. We've got four hours to establish a new record, Ginger."
"Not with me!" Howie protested. "Jeez, my cock's already sore!"
"How about you, lover?" Ginger asked, looking, around as Lonnie pulled his prick out of her cunt and stretched out beside his mother.
"Think we can drain you of another five loads?"
"Jesus, I doubt it," he said, cupping his cock. "But I'll give it a try."
Charlene laughed again as Ginger climbed off and reached down to grab Lonnie's prick. She squeezed his cock-shaft in her fingers, working his foreskin down from his cock-head.
"Christ, you're turning me on again, Ma!" She masturbated him a few strokes, digging her stiff fingers into his balls, while the younger kids settled themselves, Howie on Charlene's other side and Ginger on the outside. The girl slipped her arm beneath Howie's shoulders and rolled onto her side, then kissed his nearest nipple.
"Boys taste good!"
"Their cocks or their cum," asked Howie. "All of them! I'd like to lick you all over, from your head down to your toes! I want to give you a real tongue-bath!"
"That's called going Around the World," Charlene said. "You finish by licking around his balls and up and down his cock, and then by taking his cock into your mouth. When I do it to their father, he pops his cum-load in. my mouth before I have a chance to go all the way down on him."
"Ummmmm!" Ginger tongued Howie's nipple and licked around the nickle-size areola, then ran her tongue up to the boy's collarbone. "That sounds like fun. And you do taste good! Jesus, I like anything that comes out of a boy's cock!"
"Yeah?" Howie asked, mischievously. "Even piss?"
"I don't know, I never had a boy pee in my mouth." She considered the thought, then lifted her head to look at Charlene. "Have you?"
"I haven't, no. But it might be fun to try it. At least once."
"Ma!"
"Mom!"
Charlene grabbed the protesting boys and pulled them to her for a squeezing hug that yanked Howie away from Ginger. The woman kissed each youngster, then pulled them so close she had both their mouths on hers at the same time. Her tongue came out and battered at Lonnie's teeth, then switched to probe deep into Howie's mouth while their cocks pushed against her hips.
"Ma!" Lonnie cried, breaking the kiss. "Jesus Christ!"
He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and scowled at his brother. But despite his protest his cock was throbbing hard again.
"What's the matter, kiddo? You ashamed to kiss your mother?"
"I'm not gonna kiss Howie on the mouth! Or any place else!" he added. "I'm no faggot!"
"Neither am I!" the insulted boy protested. "All right, I promise to kiss you separately from now on. But stop changing the subject. I believe we were talking about peeing. Ginger? Are you game?"
"If you are, sure. I'll try anything, once."
"Okay, get up in position, you two. Straddle our faces."
"Ma! You're not really gonna go through with this?"
"As Ginger said, I'll try anything, once. That's how my mother taught me. Of course, she was talking about vegetables, but the same rule applies. Pee can't be any worse than spinach or turnips."
Ginger giggled. "I like spinach and turnips. If it tastes that good I'll drink all of it I can get!"
"Don't do it first thing in the morning. That's when it gets stinky, Ginger. The body uses sleep to get rid of its accumulated wastes. But I saw once on TV where Hindus in India, or some people like that, drink their own pee. They believe it's good for you. And after you drain your bladder the first time, it's just like drinking warm water, so far as the taste goes."
"Jesus!" said Lonnie. "Don't we have anything to say about this?"
"Not a fucking thing! Now get up here and perform!"
"Jeez!" Howie said. "I don't know if I can."
"If you can't', you can't. Ginger can catch you later. But you're gonna try."
Howie could tell by his mother's voice that Charlene was determined to go through with this. Lonnie grumbled, but the brothers got up into position, Howie straddling Ginger's face and Lonnie, Charlene's. As the younger boy started to stick his prick in Ginger's mouth, the girl pushed it aside for a last minute order.
"Go slow, Howie! I don't want you to drown me!"
"Yeah!" Charlene said. "Give us a chance to swallow it, both of you. Piss stains might not come out of these satin sheets."
They guided the two young cocks back to their mouths. Howie's prick was soft and Ginger sucked it between her.lips, but when he tried to shove it farther she held it back, with her teeth resting just below the rim of his cock-head.
Lonnie's cock was too hard to go in his mother's mouth so easily, even when Charlene pulled down on it. He was forced to drop forward, his prick pointing straight down at her. His asshole flexed open as she sucked his cockhead inside and held his cock-shaft in her fingers.
"Jeez!" he said.
"Yeah!" Howie echoed, straining. The boy grunted once, and farted wetly onto Ginger's tits. The girl made a face, but she did not try to push his cock out of her mouth. He strained again, his face in a grimace.
"It's coming, Ginger!"
At the warning she nodded, was ready when the first spurt splashed against the back of her mouth. Howie sent another blast of piss into the teenager's throat, and Ginger swallowed it down. She bobbed her head beneath him while she moved her hands around his flanks.
"Jeez! Do you like it?"
Another bob gave the positive answer. Howie glanced at his brother, and shrugged-then concentrated on letting his piss come.
Remembering what Ginger had said, he tightened his ass to make his flow run slow. He could feel it course against her pressing lips, and the teenager swallowed eagerly.
Lonnie watched his brother's performance from the corner of his eye until Charlene wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock and squeezed.
"Jesus Christ, that hurts!"
His mother screwed up her face until her eyebrows met, the message glittering in her eyes: stop fucking around, boy, and get down to business! Her teeth tightened about his cock before he could yank it free.
"All right, I am! I'm fuckin' trying!"
Howie sighed as the last of his trickling piss was swallowed by Ginger, and Lonnie grunted to make his own piss start. Because of his aching hard-on the first spurt was squeezed down in his, piss-tube-it blasted against Charlene's throat as she was in the act of swallowing, and ran down into her stomach before she had a chance to taste it.
"Ah, Christ!" the boy sighed. "Sweet Christ!"
His bladder spilled its piss into his mother, the yellow stuff gushing out so fast Charlene scarcely bad a chance to swallow before her mouth was full again. She tightened on Lonnie's cock again and he gasped in pain.
"Ow! Ow, you're hurting me!"
Howie had pulled his wet cock-head out of Ginger's lips. The girl looked at Charlene's face.
"Jesus, you're drowning her! Ease up, Lonnie!"
The warning was unnecessary-he had tightened his bladder even as piss bubbled out of the corner of Charlene's mouth and trickled down her cheek. His mother's eyes closed in relief as the gush stopped, and her throat worked to swallow what she had already taken.
"Haven't you had enough, Ma?"
Charlene shook her had, her eyes open again. Lonnie sighed and concentrated on releasing the rest of his piss. The pressure reduced; he was able to measure it out slowly enough to allow her to swallow. By the time he had taken the last, his prick had softened.
"That's all, Ma!"
Lonnie pulled his cock out of her mouth with a sigh. The boys settled back against the girls tits while Charlene savored the flavor of her son's piss. She looked at Ginger.
"How was it, Ginger?"
"Good." She smacked her lips. "I liked it!"
"It was just like drinking warm water, once Lonnie stopped trying to drown me. Maybe Howie tastes better."
"We'll trade, the next time."
"Who the fuck said there's gonna be a next time?" Lonnie cried. "Jesus, don't we have anything to say about where we piss?"
"Didn't you like doing it?" asked the girl. The boy shrugged. "I guess it was okay. But, Jesus, I want to decide what I'm gonna do!"
"You'll do exactly as you're told, young man," Charlene said. "Remember, I'm still your mother. So long as you're living under my roof you'll do what I tell you to do. Everything I tell you to do!"
"I liked it," Howie said. "But I'd rather be standing up. Or squatting, like I do when I have to take a crap in the woods. It was harder, this Way."
"You can stand next times" Charlene said. "Ginger and I will kneel in front of you."
She picked up Lonnie's soft cock and worked his foreskin back down over his cock-head, eyeing his piss-hole where a drop of piss still shone. Her tongue darted out and licked it away, and then she milked him to draw out the last few drops in his piss-tube. Before the boy knew what she had in mind, she wrapped her arms around his ass and sucked him all the way back in.
"Ma! For Christ's fucking sake, now what are you doing?"
"Sucking you, dopey!" Ginger said, giggling. Howie pulled back before she could do the same. The boy held up his hands.
"Uh uh! Gimme a break, Ginger!"
She pouted. "It better be a goddamn short break, Howie! I'm so turned on my cunt feels like it's on fire!"
Lonnie groaned as his mother continued to suck his cock, until it started to stand hard again. He winced at the pressure of her teeth, and she saw the pain reflected in his eyes-she let him pull out and drop beside her on the bed.
"God, my cock hurts!" he said, fingering himself gently. "I think you've had me for tonight, Ma. There's no fucking way I can fuck again!"
"Bullshit!" his mother said. "Shove it in my cunt, Lonnie!"
"I can't!"
"You fucking better! Or I'll give you a pair of lovers balls that'll have you walking bowlegged the rest of the summer!" Then she relented. "Stick it in me, baby. I just want to hold it inside for a while!"
She had his prick in her hand. Lonnie closed his eyes in pain as she guided it into her cunt, pushing against him until he responded. When his prick was buried in her, she squeezed it gently with her pussy-walls.
"Does it still hurt, baby?"
"It aches, ma. But it doesn't really hurt."
"Howie? You get against my back."
"Jeez, Ma! What do you want now? I'm not even hard!"
"Suck him hard, Ginger. I want you to stick your cock in me, too, Howie."
"Huh? In your asshole?"
"No, in my cunt."
"Ma!" Lonnie protested again. "We can't both fuck you at the same time!"
"How do you know? You've never tried. Get him hard, Ginger!"
Charlene looked up in the mirror as the girl went down on Howie's cock, sucking him all the way in. It was several minutes before the exhausted youngster could respond. When Ginger hollowed her cheeks a final time and came off, he-held his. cock the way Lonnie had.
"It's sore, Momma!"
"Roll over and stick it in me, baby. My cunt will make it-feel better."
Charlene watched him obey, raising her leg as Howie brought his cock-head against her cunt. But her cunt was completely blocked by his brother's prick. Lonnie flinched as be felt Howie's touch, and shivered.
"Pull back, Lonnie!" his mother ordered. "Just leave your cock-head inside." As he obeyed, she added, "All right, Howie, work yours inside. Ginger, hold my leg up until they get it right."
The girl obeyed while Charlene concentrated on relaxing her cunt to its widest possible spread. Lonnie shuddered as Howie rubbed his prick again, and closed his eyes. The youngster pushed and broke through.
"I'm in, Momma!"
"Yes! I can feel you! Feel both of you! All right, now both of you get your legs between mine, against each other. Get your cocks together!"
Sighing, Lonnie obeyed, shuddering again as he felt his brother's prick press against his own. Howie's balls were wrapped around the bottom of his cock-shaft. Charlene also sighed.
"Okay, now on the count of three, push into me! One… two… three!"
The boys caught the beat and shoved together on the word three: their pricks slid deep into their mother's clutching cunt until only an inch of Howie's remained outside, two inches of Lonnie's. Charlene shuddered as her cunt muscles clenched tight against them.
"Jesus, that feels good! I can't tell you how fucking good it feels, Ginger!"
"Christ, I don't think I could take them both!" the girl said, her eyes wide with jealousy.
"Maybe not. Probably not. You'll have to grow up some. But it's something worth waiting for!"
Charlene milked the two young pricks again, then forced her aching cunt to relax. "All right, on the count again, start fucking me!"
The boys began to stroke. The first few pushes were awkward, Lonnie's cock-head sliding ahead of Howie's. Then they caught the rhythm and began to fuck more easily. Charlene sighed repeatedly, her asshole flexing against Howie's belly and her hands clenching Lonnie's arms as they fucked her, transported to a plane higher than any fucking she had ever experienced before.
"Oh, fuck!" she gasped, again and again. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, boys! Fuck your Mama!"
"Yeah!" Lonnie gasped.
"Oh, Jeez!" Howie cried.
"We're fucking you!" they shouted together. "We're fucking you!"
Ginger sat straddle-legged, her fingers digging into her throbbing cunt and her eyes burning dry as she stared at the fucking trio. Jesus! Jesus Christ, she wanted some of that! She had to have some of that!
"Oh, fuck!" mother and sons cried together. "Sweet fuck! Sweet fuck! Sweet fucking!"
The pain was gone from the two young cocks as they pounded against their mother's body, filling her from front to back. Their balls still ached, but it was with tension as they worked to spill yet another cum-load into Charlene's throbbing, sucking cunt. And in no more than minutes the four balls erupted together, spilling their sixth load each of the day as Howe and Lonnie's eyes spilled tears of pleasure.
"Cumming! Jesus, cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"