The ride down the highway was unmatched by anything in Sally's experience. Sally was in a haze of sexual excitement most of the time. Holding on to the wheel and steering from habit rather than experience, Sally whimpered and cried almost constantly because John's attention was constant.
The boy was an accomplished cunt-lapper. Sally twisted and raised herself. Anything was possible for her as she felt her son's tongue stroking mercilessly in and out of her gaping twat.
"Yes, John," she moaned. "Tongue fuck Mommy." Her butt bounced on the car seat and the automobile lurched uncertainly under her moving foot. She screamed when he put his hand under her blouse and began playing with her tits. His fingers were a thousand times more practiced than his brother's as he played with her soft breasts. Her nipples stood out like rosettes begging to be manipulated.
Finally John raised his head under her blouse and his hot mouth clamped on her suckable breast and he laved it with his tongue. His sharp little teeth nipped at the tips until Sally thought he was going to draw blood.
"Please don't do that any more," Sally whimpered.
But his hand crept between her thighs, then. His fingers were small but clever. They slid along the seat and played with Sally's erect clitoris until she raised her ass and let him slid his hand deeper under her and when she settled down it, was to impale her own hole on a waggling, playful finger.
That finger filled her. It was like a small cock. Even her breathing caused it to react with her hyped-up nervous system. Her crotch convulsed and convulsed and convulsed, sucking and pulling at John's finger like it was the last one in the world.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God!!!!" Sally's moans were frantic. She rose to a peak and fell and rose again. She never escaped from the fantastic sexual excitement that had her in its clasp. Her orgasm eluded her by millimeters. And it was fortunate it did. Otherwise she would have been swallowed by her own ecstasy and have let the car careen down the highway guided only by its own whims.
"Fuck me," she cried desperately. "Oh, John, please fuck me!"
But being fucked while she drove the car was impossible. John responded to her frantic cries with frantic movements, but Sally had to be content with his tongue and his hands playing with her boobs and twat, rotating and doing it again.
She didn't even notice when Tommy came to the front of the car and hung his head over the back of the front seat and watched his brother eat out his mother's cunt and finger fuck her like crazy.
When she pulled up in front of the cabin it must have been close to ten o'clock. Sally scrambled out of the car and was embarrassed to discover her skirt was crumpled around her waist and she was standing, even in the dark, naked from the waist down.
Frantically she smoothed her skirt over her hips and then tried to take a step. Her legs wouldn't hold her and she almost fell when her knees half buckled. She was dizzy from the constant sexual excitement she had experienced and her cunt was swollen and aching. Her tits were equally sensitive, swollen from being chewed and sucked mercilessly for half the night.
"Oh, my poor pussy," she whimpered and put her hand under her skirt to hold it. Her fingers were cool and non-sexual and they gave her the energy she needed to open the cabin door and go inside. The boys followed along behind her.
Hal had bought the cabin a few years earlier and had it fixed up for the four of them. The fireplace was free standing in the middle of the cabin and the cabin was divided into three parts. The main room which also had Hal and Sally's bed took up half of the cabin and the front of the massive stone fireplace. The back half of the cabin was half bedroom and half kitchen with a tiny enclosed bathroom dividing the front and the back. The fireplace was backed with a huge piece of steel plate and although the fire couldn't be seen from that side, the heat could be felt.
Sally helped the kids haul the stuff in from the station wagon. She was in a stupor even when she locked the vehicle and when she was inside again it was an effort to ignite the logs in the fireplace with a butane fireplace lighter before she fell into bed.
Tommy and John seemed disappointed by her resolution to go to sleep so soon. "Can we stay in here with you, Mommy?" Tommy asked.
Staring into the flickering flames and feeling the comforting heat of the fireplace, Sally said, "All right," without thinking about her decision at all.
She pulled the sheets up to her chin and struggled out of her skirt and blouse and threw them on the floor beside the bed. And then she slipped into a troubled sleep in which she saw a multitude of naked imps cavorting in front of the fires of hell playing with each other's erect penises.
Sally woke minutes or hours later. She didn't know which. The fire had burned down to embers and the cabin was still toasty with warm air. She was surprised when she opened her eyes. She was still sleepy. And then she discovered the reason she was awake.
A small hand was creeping across her naked stomach to stroke her poor, battered pussy. Suddenly she knew why little boys were likened to satyrs. They never quit playing their little sex games!
"Stop that," she whispered.
Sally didn't want whoever was doing it to stop. But she was really embarrassed to feel that hand fondling her cozy mons. On each side of her in the bed warm bodies cuddled up against hers. She wanted the fondling to continue, but if she encouraged the fondler she knew the other boy would see her degeneration – and she couldn't bear that.
Even as she thought about it, though, her dilemma was solved for her. A second hand joined the first, and it came from the other side of the bed!
Sally moaned and stopped trying to fight back. The two hands dabbled in her vagina stroking and caressing until she was writhing with unrestrained pleasure.
This is wrong! She told herself. I didn't come up here to make lope to my own children. That would be pile. I just… I just wanted time to convince them what I did wasn't wrong…
But her thoughts didn't help cool the ardor both of her sons were showing. There was a stirring under the sheet and she felt a small body slip over her thigh and nestle between her legs. Oh, God! He's going to slick my twat, Sally realized. She stared in horror as the lump got longer in the half dark room. The boy's head was positioned over her crotch and Sally felt a violent flutter in her groin. Every moment was an eternity of waiting.
"Please, please, please, please," she moaned monotonously.
The sheet shifted. She knew he was down there. She could feel his small hands impatiently pushing her legs wider apart and she moved her thighs, opening her crotch up for him.
She thought it was funny. She didn't know which of the boys was crouched ready to eat her twat. The younger one or the older one? Which one knew more, which would give her a better tongue job?
The sheet dropped and Sally sighed.
A small mouth had fastened itself to her hairy pussy and a small tongue swabbed eagerly up and down her slit, hyper-sensitizing her to each additional stroke it made on her quivering quim lips. The hands on her thighs were demanding, spreading her open more and more.
"Oooohhhhoooo!" Her ecstatic groan was wrenched out of her by the slip of the eager tongue between her legs. It had slipped too far and stroked up and touched her asshole. The tongue tip had seemed to be independently alive as it probed her rear and touched the electrically charged membrane of her asshole.
She was so surprised she almost peed. And then that same rasping tongue was back again, joggling her swollen pussy to hot, steamy life.
At the same time, the other boy had, slid across his mother's stomach and onto her chest. His lips had found the tasty buds of her breasts and he was pulling and sucking at them as if he were going to drain them of sweet milk.
Clasping the head under the sheet, Sally pulled it down hard and tried to make him take more breast, more nipple, to suck her inside out and then blow her up again.
"Suck me, suck me, you sweet darlings. Suck momma's twat," she screamed in her ecstasy. "Eat me up, babies…"
All thought of restraint was gone. The terrible feelings of being eaten alive were full of pleasure. Sally didn't care any more about anything except fulfilling herself. Her thoughts were focused in her cunt and her tits, nowhere else.
"That's the way, darling," she crooned. Her hand slid down to guide the head under the sheet. "Suck Mommy's sweet clitoris for awhile."
The throbbing through her body was like drums. Her hips heaved and dropped, weaving a sexual dance that thrust her soppy pussy up at the mouth that sucked and licked at her cunt.
"You little cunt suckers," she whispered happily, "don't quit on Mommy now. Keep going. Suck, suck, suck. That's better than cock. Give me more tongue. Bite my clit. Jam your tongue up my cunny, darlings. Don't stop whatever you do. Don't stop…"
Suddenly John's head popped out from under the covers. His mouth was gone from her breast and the boy kissed her on the lips.
Under the covers, Tommy still burrowed into her crotch, nipping at her cunt like a minnow chasing bait. Ripples of fantastic joy shot through her. John's tongue popped into her mouth and she sucked eagerly on his small tongue. The boy's hands roved under the sheets and squeezed her inflated and tender breasts. Her own hands found his body and slid up his legs to his thighs and then to the rigid cock flesh sticking out from his groin.
Even without seeing what she was doing, Sally was able to peel the boy's foreskin back from his heated glans. Gently but deliberately she began rubbing it, swirling her finger around and around the bullet-shaped head.
The boy's prick responded to her manipulations. It grew harder and longer. Still Sally rubbed at it as she sucked on his tongue. Then she stuck her tongue in his mouth and he sucked and the feeling was delightful. Between her thighs, Tommy was holding her cunny open with his fingers and eating her out, switching his attack to the hyper-sensitized clitoris and then back to her sex hole where he jammed his tongue in as far as it would go. And then he wiggled the tip.
Sally jerked her head free and cried, "Jesus, Jesus. Fuck me!"
She felt her orgasm flowing up her body, rushing into her like a flood into a cavern. Her mouth was boiling and she sucked at John's mouth only he jerked away.
"Mommy," he cried. "Fuck me, too, Mommy."
"Yes, baby. Yes, darling! God, yes, I'll fuck you."
Sally was rising on the surge of feeling. Her thighs closed and locked around Tommy's head and urged him to poke his tongue into her slot. Her juice was flowing in a river and she knew her youngest son was lapping it up as fast as it came out.
Her hand continued to rub and stroke the bald, round head of John's penis. She felt the first flow of slick semen. Her fingers smeared it on his cock tip and her hand could move faster with less friction.
John was moaning and twisting against her. His fingers clutched her pointed tits and twisted, making her feel the sharp pleasure/pain of her breasts being abused over the dull level of almost constant pleasure that engulfed her.
John's hips heaved and pushed and strained against her hand. His tongue pushed back into her mouth, frantically. He wrapped his immature arms around her neck and held on with all his strength.
"Now!" Sally moaned around the thick gag of his tongue pushing into her mouth.
She arched her back and shoved her lips down toward Tommy's mouth. She impaled her liquidly vagina on her son's straining tongue and at long last her orgasm began to roll over her in unabating waves of pleasure and ecstasy. Now! she cried in her mind. Nowwwww!
As if hearing her, John cried out into her mouth as his hips convulsed and his cock shot its wad of sticky juice into her rubbing hand. The cum splattered and poured over her stomach and breasts.
The hot drops of semen completed Sally's sexual throes and she felt her mind soaring out of her body, borne on the combined pricks of a host of baby satyrs, and she wondered why she had ever left home to find her sexual satisfaction. Why indeed?