After that night with his mother, Bobby seemed a changed boy. His brothers noticed it the most. He acted confident and sure of himself. When he walked into the soda shop, the girls all looked at him with interest and when he favored any of them with some conversation, he seemed relaxed and everyone listened closely and laughed at all his jokes. The story about his fight with Bull had gotten around, but that couldn't have accounted for such a dramatic change.
Carl and Don would have been jealous if they hadn't fallen for Bobby's new charm, too. They were proud of their brother, but didn't have the slightest idea what had brought it about. One day they were sitting around the soda shop talking to three girls that they hardly knew, and before Carl and Don knew what was happening. Bobby managed to get them all invited over to one girl's house where no one was home.
Bobby basked in the limelight as they headed over to the girl's place. His brothers didn't say anything to him, but they let him know in subtle ways that they appreciated his new-found talent. They all got laid that afternoon, and after one of the girls fucked Carl, she went back upstairs with Bobby, who had already fucked another one of them.
Bobby stayed home several times when his brothers asked him to go out with them, and he and Susan would slip into her bed and fuck themselves silly. His brothers felt that they had an advantage when they took their younger brother with them because he was the one who usually started the ball rolling with the chicks, so Bobby had to go out with them a lot in order to get his nights off once in a while to stay home with his mom.
It was hard for him to believe that a few short weeks before, he was a horny kid with an aching boner in his pants. Now he had all the action he could handle, and plenty left over for his brothers. Not only was he getting more cunt, but the girls he was getting were better and better. There were always the girls who were so beautiful and stacked that only the football players or other big shots had a chance with them. In Bobby's neighborhood, Nancy was the hottest chick.
Nancy had one from out of town a year before and had immediately become the number one wet dream of every horny kid. Bobby spent many hours imagining himself rescuing her from a burning building, or some other disaster, and getting rewarded by being offered her sweet pussy. She had honey-colored hair, a sprinkling of freckles and huge tits. In other wards, the all-American hot chick.
One afternoon, Bobby and his brothers were walking to the park when they spotted Nancy with two other girls whom they didn't know. With Bobby on their side, Carl and Don had all the confidence they needed to approach the three girls. As they got closer, they could see that they were all as nice-looking and sexy as Nancy. One had long, black hair and a milky complexion. She was tall and slender and, naturally, she had big jugs. The other girl had a head full of red curls. She was shorter than the other two, but had a nice body, too.
The guys caught up with them and said hello. Nancy introduced her girl friends to the boys, but they could tell that she was being a bit cool to them. After all, they weren't on the football team, and only Don had won a letter, and that was for debating. Carl had asked Nancy to sit with him in the movies once and she had turned him down.
The black-haired girl, Beth, and the redhead, Jane, immediately were attracted to Bobby's friendly style and his youthful good-looks. Nancy began to warm up, too, after she realized that Bobby was so charming. Carl and Don watched in amazement as Nancy went from cool, to lukewarm to downright friendly. They knew that if anything was going to happen, Bobby would wind up with Nancy, but they didn't mind getting stuck with her friends. Beth and Jane were dreams in their own light.
"Are you girls going into the park?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," Nancy answered. "I was going to show them what a nice park we have here."
"We can help you show it to them," Bobby said. "Especially the bushes near the lake and the Civil War Memorial."
Those were places where kids went to neck, and Bobby said it with such good humor and unabashed friendliness that Nancy giggled and her two friends caught on to the joke.
"Well, you can come along, but I'll decide what we'll see," Nancy said.
The boys were glad to have such a friendly invitation to join the girls, and they hoped they would wind up in the bushes. As they walked, Bobby led the group, walking beside Nancy, and the other guys paired off with the remaining two girls. Carl and Don noticed that Bobby was trying to steer the group towards the bushes, but Nancy was resisting. At least they were enjoying the girls' company and their brother's efforts to get them something more.
Bobby realized that he wasn't going to get them into the bushes, and his instincts told him to forget it for a while and try to make a good impression first. They all sat on the grass beside the lake, and talked and joked. The guys skipped rocks and the girls cheered when one of them threw a good skipper.
The girls seemed to be getting more friendly, and Bobby was thinking 'bout a way to get more intimate with them. Carl sidled up to Bobby and whispered in his ear that their mother was going to be out that afternoon, and if they could get the girls to their house, they might get somewhere. Bobby thought about it and decided that it might work out. Don made a motion like smoking some marijuana when no one was watching him except Bobby, giving him the idea of offering the girls a smoke at their place.
"Would you girls like to come over to our house and smoke some grass?" Bobby asked. His brothers noticed how he managed to say it without the slightest trace of lechery in his voice so the girls wouldn't get scared off.
The girls looked at each other for a while, then Nancy said, "I'd like to, if you girls do."
Jane and Beth said they would like to go, and they all headed in the direction of the Arnolds. The guys were excited by the way things were working out. The girls were talking and didn't seem the least bit apprehensive, but they seemed like they would be willing to do some necking at least. Suddenly, Nancy spoke with a different tone of voice than they'd heard before.
"Oh, shit," she said. "I can't go. I have to watch my brother because my mother has to go out this afternoon. But you girls go along without me."
There was a short discussion about possible ways that Nancy might get out of her obligation, but there didn't seem to be any way. She headed far home, leaving the odd number on their way to the Arnolds. The guys were crushed. They knew that there wouldn't be anything happening now. They weren't the sort of girls who would be willing to take turns with a few different guys.
Bobby was the only one who could even things up and he volunteered. When they got to the house, he said that there was something he had to do. He left his brothers with the two girls and disappeared. Carl and Don appreciated his bowing out, and hoped that they could handle these girls without their brother's help.
Bobby went out to the garage to fool around with his bicycle. He thought about Nancy and wished that he could be with her now, but he knew he had made a good impression and there would be more chances. He hoped his brothers would get something anyhow.
As he fooled around, he heard a car coming up the drive. It was his mother. When the car pulled into the garage, she hopped out, looked around, and, not seeing anyone, gabbed Bobby and kissed him passionately. They always had to be careful that no one saw them in their more intimate moments.
"We didn't think you'd be home so early," he said.
"Well, that just goes to show you, you never know," Susan said, and ran her hand down Bobby's middle to his bulging crotch. "Where're your brothers?"
"In the house trying to make some time with two girls."
"Well, I wish them luck," Susan said. "Right now, I have to start supper, but when it's in the oven, I'll have some time to kill."
Susan gave Bobby a knowing glance as she left him, and he smiled at her. When he was left alone in the garage again, he couldn't resist touching the lump in his pants. His mother had given him a boner, and he was restless.
When Susan went into the house, the first thing she did was go to the hallway near the living room to listen to the young voices. She heard the usual conversation that could be expected among young people. Her sons were telling the girls about their heroic adventures, and she could tell by the way the girls were giggling and laughing that they were willing to go along with anything these boys might suggest. She hoped that her boys had enough sense to pick up on it and make a play for the chicks.
Susan supposed that the boys didn't know that she was home. She wouldn't let on that she was, and hoped to be able to monitor the kids' progress. Ever since she had begun fucking Bobby, she seemed to have a more light-hearted attitude about sex and young kids. She wanted all her sons to have a lot of fun with the chicks.
Carl and Don didn't have any trouble getting the girls into a relaxed and carefree state of mind, but they seemed to be stymied as far as getting their hands on them. They wished their brother was there. They knew he would think of some way to get the chicks to shed some clothing.
Don had been eyeing Jane for a while, and her red hair and luscious tits were driving him wild.
While Don was going an about the school's football team, Don slid closer to her on the couch. Carl saw what was happening, and he knew that he would have to warm things up between himself and Beth if anything at all were going to happen.
Carl shut up and watched his brother put his arm around Jane. She didn't resist when he tried to kiss her, so Carl went to where Beth was sitting and sat on the arm other chair. He put his hand on her shoulder while his body slid down beside hers. Soon, the brothers were kissing the girls and moving their hands towards the bulges in their jerseys.
When Susan heard the conversation stop, she crept to the door and peeked in. The sight of her sons necking with those two pretty girls made her hot, and she thought of Bobby out in the garage. Suddenly, she could stand to be without him. Her cunt was starving for his mighty prick and her tits felt cold without his hands to rub them warm. She went out to the garage and called him into the house. Without making enough noise to tip off the other brothers, they tiptoed into her bedroom and closed the door.
"We'll have to hurry," Susan told her youngest boy as she began stripping.
Once again, Bobby was staring at her gorgeous tits. He tore off his clothes in a rush to feel their naked bodies pressing together. When his stiff cock was free and bobbing sportily in the air, Susan came to him and they hugged. Bobby's prick was sandwiched between their bellies and Susan's tits were flattened against her son's chest.
They slipped into bed and pulled the cool sheets over their hot bodies. They pressed their mouths together and tasted each other's saliva. Tonguing his mother's mouth always made Bobby's cock tremble, and Susan could feel the reaction as it tickled her belly. Bobby scooped up a handful of firm tit, and compressed it in his sweaty palm. He felt the nipple that had nourished him as a baby grow stiff as he kneaded the boob.
In the living room, other tits were being reached for, but connections weren't being made. Carl crept his hand up Beth's side until he felt the root of her swelling tit. Her mouth was full of his tongue, but as his fingers moved over the boob, he felt her grab his wrist and pull his hand away from the coveted object. He could see that his brother wasn't doing any better.
The guys did their best, but it wasn't getting them what they wanted. Even though Don could hear Jane's breathing increase to a short, deep pant, she wasn't willing to let him get any further than some innocent tongue-wrestling.
Finally, Don decided to go to the bathroom and flog his prick to avoid a case of blue ball, scourge of frustrated young studs. He said he had to go to the bathroom, and left Jane with her tits molested. Carl knew what his brother was up to, and only wished he'd thought of it first.
On the way to the bathroom, Don noticed that his mother's car was in the garage. He was sure it hadn't been there when they came in, and he wondered where she was. Then he noticed that her bedroom door was closed. He figured that she must be taking a nap, but for some reason, perhaps a sixth sense that led a horny kid to sex, he want to her door and listened. What he heard almost made him lose his mind with horny excitement.
At first, there was the sound of heavy breathing that was always associated with fucking. Strange, he thought, but when he heard his mother's breathless voice mutter, "Ohhhhhhhh, Bobby, that's so nice. Where did you ever learn that?" He didn't know whether he should believe his own ears or not.
As soon as he convinced himself that what he was hearing wasn't imagined, he went to the living room and motioned for Carl to come with him. Carl noticed his brother's flushed face and his drooping jaw, and knew that something was up. Don wouldn't say anything as he led his brother to their mother's door, but he motioned for him to be quiet. When Carl heard the action on the other side of the door, his eyes grew big as doughnuts and he stared at his brother in amazement.
The two of them forgot about the girls in their stupor. Both of them felt their cocks straining against their jeans as they pictured their younger brother in bed with their mother. The longer they stood there, the hornier they got, until Don grabbed the door handle and turned it. The door swung open, and they were treated to the incredible sight of their mother and brother locked in a wild fuck.
Susan was on her knees with her shoulders and head lying on the crumpled sheets. Bobby was kneeling behind her, his cock slipping in and out of her wet fuck-hole between their mother's thighs. They were going at it with such passion that they didn't even notice that the door had opened. Then Bobby noticed them. He looked at his brothers and stopped pumping.
"Don't stop!" Susan yelled with desperation. But when the cock remained motionless, she turned her head and saw her other sons standing in the doorway with their eyes and mouths gaping.
Bobby didn't know what he should do, but Susan didn't seem to be very upset. In a voice that Carl and Don never heard before she said, "Come join us."
At first, the two boys only stood and looked. Bobby had been about to shoot his load when he was interrupted, but now that his mother had handled the situation so calmly, he began fucking again. Susan moaned with ecstatic lust. Suddenly, Carl walked towards the bed, puffing his clothes off as he went. Don was right behind him. They undressed in a matter of seconds and were crawling on the bed as Bobby began panting with the exertion of his orgasms.
Carl and Don sat there with their pricks twitching as they watched two members of their family writhe in pleasure. As soon as Bobby had shot his last drop, he dropped away from his mother's rump. From where he was, Carl could see the open rosy lips of her cunt in a sea of wet hairs. He only hesitated for a half-second before he scrambled to take his younger brother's place.
Carl slipped his cock up his mom's twat and began where Bobby had left off. Don felt like he was going to waste his load on the sheets before his turn came, but Susan grabbed him and dragged him in front of her. She took his prick in her delicate hand and brought her mouth to the bloated head. Don couldn't believe what was happening, even when he felt her hot mouth around his tool.
Bobby enjoyed watching his brothers fill his mom with their cocks. He was glad that he was first, but he was also happy to share. Besides, it was fun being able to watch after satisfying himself. Carl was humping like mad behind his lusty mother's wide ass, and the look on Don's face as his cock was bathed in her skillful mouth was really something to see.
From where he reclined on the bed, Bobby could see both peckers. One would come into view between lunges up the cunt, and the other was half-visible between the hair, and where it disappeared into his mother's mouth. Both cocks were wet with the drooling fluid of the hole it penetrated.
Susan was yelping with the intense pleasure of her second orgasm. Her dream of unlimited, teenage cocks was coming true. She could feel the ridge of Carl's rod spread her twat-lips on the backstroke, then rake her pussy-tube as he slammed it in as far as he could. That, along with the sensation of having her mouth stuffed with Don's cock-head, was sending her into a delirium of passionate rapture.
Carl put his hands on his mom's ass and pushed her forward as he looked down so he had a good view. He could see her asshole winking at him as his cock slid in and out of her wet snatch. He noticed that his cock pulled on the cunt-cavern so that some of it came into view between the outer lips as he withdrew his dong. The base of his prick was soaking with cunt-juice and it was seeping down over his balls.
Don couldn't imagine a better blowjob than the one he was getting from his mother. The tongue was circling his prick-tip with nonstop energy. She had him suspended on a high plateau of pleasure, not letting him come until the cock in her snatch was ready to fire its salvo. She had one hand around the base of his prick and the other under his balls, where she was tickling the area around his asshole.
When Susan heard the son fucking her from behind grunt with orgasmic urgency, she began to slide the cock in her mouth deep into her throat, and then out until the prick-head was between her lips. The sounds that the boys were making joined in a harmony of explosive lust. Bobby watched the expressions on his brothers' faces, and was reminded of the joy he'd experienced only a few minutes past. His cock was hard and pulsing once again from the fuck-show.
Carl leaned over his mother's back and rested his head on her as his climax left him weak and limp.
Don was still jerking and twisting in the grip of his orgasm as Susan kept sucking his dick with all her might. Don let out a wanton holler, and Susan began swallowing his fuck-juice, then he collapsed in exhaustion.
Susan was just about to come, so she gabbed at Carl's hips and got him pumping again, as she met his thrusts with her vibrating hips. All three of her sons were clear-headed enough to really enjoy watching their mother in her ecstatic throes of joy. When she finally stopped her gyrations, she melted into a heap – Carl on top, and her head on Don's belly.
Now, Bobby was ready for more. He wiggled through the pile of bodies until he had his hard cock near his mother's mouth. When she felt his warm prick touch her lips, she opened her eyes, then her mouth. Bobby got comfortable on his side while Susan began to leisurely suck his rod. He could tell that all this action was taking a lot out of her, but she was doing good work on his pecker anyhow.
Now it was Don and Carl's turn to watch. As they did, they grabbed their mother's tits and ass. They were as surprised and happy, as Bobby had been to find that their very own mother had the body of a much younger girl, a well-endowed younger girl at that. Don had a mountainous tit in each hand, and Carl was spreading her cunt-lips and staring into her puffy pink gash.
The boys were oblivious of everything except this fantastic body. The girls in the living room were long forgotten. The brothers were getting used to the idea that this luscious body belonged to the woman who had raised them, but it still made it more exciting than anything else they could imagine.
They looked at Susan's face. The way her lips formed a big zero around their younger brother's cock, and the way her cheeks were sucked in, made their cocks rise again. It was obvious that their mom was enjoying herself as much as they were, and that was exciting, too. They watched the way she handled Bobby's balls as she sucked his dick. It was clear that she had had a lot of practice as they saw her squeeze his nuts just hard enough so it would increase his pleasure, but not hurt him. Her other hand circled his hip and her fingertips disappeared into the crack that divided her ass. They could guess what it must feel like to have her talented fingers playing with their assholes, and they began to lust for more from their mom.
Carl began to penetrate his mother's cunt deeper with one finger, while he diddled her cunt with another. He moved his thumb to her asshole and was delighted when he felt her bear down on the thumb with her shitter. He poked the tip of his thumb into her tight hung and thrilled to the caress he received from it. Now his dong was thrashing about with desperate jerks and waves, and he knew he wanted to stick his prick in his mother's clinging asshole.
Don, lying behind Susan, still held onto her tits by wrapping his arms around her. He was getting ready to stick it to her again, too. With Bobby's cock in her mouth, and Carl occupying her crotch, he thought he would have to wait a while, but he was trying to figure something out.
Carl was getting more and more interested in the ass-tube that his thumb was wiggling in. He knew it would be heaven to have his cock shoved up that tight chamber, and he began to figure out how he could manage it. He tried to twist his mother's body around so her ass would be within range of his prick. Susan, anticipating a treat, helped her son position her while she kept her mouth around her youngest son's prick.
Don watched the maneuvering to see if her cunt would be within stabbing distance. He even let go of her tits, letting them slap together loudly, while he followed her furry muff with his stiff prick. He saw the hole his brother was interested in, and noticed that it was barely an inch from the slot he was after. This would be interesting, he thought.
Carl's prick-head met his mother's dry asshole, but had some trouble fitting in. Through the lust that was reverberating through her brain, Susan was able to solve the problem. She reached for the prick knocking at her back door, and moved it to her other, juicier hole. She dipped his cock in her cunt, wetting it, and smeared some, twat-juice over her cunt.
Now she guided her son's prick as it slid slowly up her shitter.
Carl could hardly believe how good it felt to have her asshole wrapped around his cock. He let it soak in her shitter for a while before he began pumping, just to glory in his achievement. Don moved against his mother's stomach, bringing his prick up to the gooey lips of her cunt. With infinite skill, Susan guided his prick into her drooling twat.
Now she had three cocks in her body, and each belonged to a son of hers. Susan never dreamed that she would be so happy. She had kept Bobby's cock going easy in her mouth, but now she increased the motion of her tongue over the taut skin that encased his meat.
With two cocks in her crotch, she had to make a very complicated pumping motion to get the maximum benefits. Both boys were pumping their pricks in and out of her twin holes with different rhythms, and she had to coordinate them. She was striving for the ultimate in feminine ecstasy – to have hot jism pumped into every available hole in her body at one time, and she was going to get it.
Susan concentrated on the twitches of each prick, and listened to the chorus of grunts and groans around her to determine how each son was progressing toward his orgasm. When she was sure they were at the same level, she increased her sucking and fucking motions. Letting her mind fill with pleasure until there wasn't room for any other mental activity, she braced herself.
Jolts of pure pleasure were racking her mind as everything went black. Then the slimy heat of jism pouring into her body from every angle was the primary sensation. If she could have died and preserved that feeling for all eternity, she would have gladly. Susan had had three sons, and now they were having her – nothing else mattered.