The guys were hanging around Bob's yard more often lately. He figured that it was because now that he was finished with the work on his car they could just sit around and not feel guilty for not pitching in, and letting him do all the work. Bob was doing some painting, and the guys didn't mind taking a brush and helping him with that.
What Bob didn't know, and even the guys themselves weren't aware of, was that the glimpses they got of Pat kept them interested in hanging around. Pat hadn't failed to notice all the good-looking studs that were congregating in her yard, either. She would look down at them from an upstairs window, and wonder about their sex lives. Were any of them sleeping with their mothers, like Bob was? she Wondered. She would have given anything to find out.
Bob and Bill were wielding brushes; Chuck and Paul were just sitting around. Someone mentioned Joanna, and Bill said he hadn't seen her in a while, but he'd heard that she ran away with a rock musician. They joked about her for a while, then talked about other chicks and other good times. Bob wished he could tell the guys about him and his mother, but Pat had told him that he'd better not say anything. He was sure that his sex life was better than that of any of the other guys.
Paul started talking about a cousin that had been visiting his family from out of town. She was his age and stacked, he claimed, and he'd been fucking her every day since she arrived. According to Paul, she had the tightest cunt in the world. Even tighter than most chicks' assholes.
"How do you know?" demanded Chuck suddenly.
"Well. I haven't fucked every chick in the world up the ass, but judging from the asses I've stabbed, her cunt is lighter," Paul said.
"You mean you've actually fucked chicks up the ass?" Chuck asked.
All the guys looked at Chuck in surprised realization of his innocence. Chuck saw the faces turned to him, and he read the expressions on them accurately. He stuck to his guns, though.
"I think that's sick," Chuck said. "I mean, I can see fucking them in the mouth, or even between the tits, but up the ass! Ugh!"
"You don't know what you're missing," Bill said.
"You can have it," Chuck said. "Have you ever fucked a chick in the ass, Bob?"
Bob wondered why Chuck asked him that question. Knowing that he had to watch himself, and not say anything about him and Pat, he hesitated before answering.
"Sure, lots of times," Bob said as nonchalantly possible.
Chuck finally shut up about that topic, but he looked like he might be reconsidering the whole matter.
The conversation went on and on, about this and that, but the subject of girls and fucking was always intertwined in the talk. If the guys had known that they weren't having a simple conversation among the four of them, they might have talked about other things. As it was, their talk was going to have consequences for them that they never would have imagined, and that they wouldn't have wanted to miss for the world.
In the second story of the house, behind a dark window above and behind them, someone was eavesdropping. A woman old enough to be their mother, who in fact was a mother to one of them, was listening to every word. Pat had gotten into the habit of going into the upstairs bathroom when the guys were hanging around her yard, which they were doing more often these days, to look down on them and listen to their adolescent talk. She didn't admit to herself that she was spying. At first she would clean in the bathroom, or use the toilet, and just happen to hear a sentence or two. When she found herself hanging around in there with nothing to do except keep her ear near the opened window and listen in on her son's and his friends' conversations, she had to make up another excuse, and she told herself that she was just checking to be sure that Bob didn't let their secret out.
Now she had to be honest with herself, though. She loved to hear those kids talking and bragging about their experiences. She was amused by Chuck's naivete about ass-fucking. But she wasn't merely amused; she was also turned on. The talk reminded her of how it had felt, to have her boy's hard cock stuck way up her as. She couldn't help thinking and wondering how it would feel to have the other guys' cocks up her cunt. Or maybe one long, hard prick up her while another plowed up her burning and drooling cunt.
Pat was getting herself really worked up. She wished the boys would leave so she could call Bob into the house and turn her longings into reality. That was a feeble hope, though. They usually hung around for hours at a time, and it was still early. Still looking out the window, Pat unfastened her pants and pulled them down. If one of the boys had looked up at the window at that second, they would have just barely been able to see the bare belly and the forearm that crossed it in the dim light of the bedroom.
Pat reached to her omit and touched the damp hair. Her hand was trembling slightly as she stuck a finger into the soft lips of her vulva. Jerking off wasn't really what she needed, but it seemed to be the only avenue open to her in this emergency. As she sank two fingers up the flowing tunnel of her cunt, she suddenly rebelled. Why should she rub herself off to a mediocre orgasm, alone in the gloomy bathroom, when there were four young, virile studs hanging around in her yard?
So what if the other guys knew what kind of woman she was? She wasn't tamed of loving sex. Pat didn't know if it was her brain or her cunt making the decision, but it was made and couldn't be gone back on now. Her body was gearing up for some hard fucking, and even if she wanted to change her mind, she would have been powerless to do so. She was making plans.
Pat suddenly raised the window and stuck her head out. "Will you boys come in here for a few minutes and help me move a few things?"
They said they would, of course, and with a pounding heart she ran into her bedroom to add a few touches that she thought might help. Pulling open her underwear drawers, she scattered a few sexy garments here and there. Then she pulled all her clothes off and put on an old bathrobe. The guys were already coming up the stairs. Pat made sure that her robe was hanging open enough to give the boys a good view of the valley between her tits. In the last second she had alone, before the guys came into view, she looked in the mirror and bent down. When she saw her tits hanging in full view through the vee of her bathrobe she was satisfied.
"What is it, Mom?" Bob asked as all the guys were suddenly standing outside the bedroom door.
"I thought I would move some of this furniture around. The sun comes in that window in the morning, and I thought it would be nice if it would fall right across my bed." Pat was smiling at the guys as she noticed them looking up and down her robe-clad body.
Bob was looking around the room. It was yew strange for his mother to be wearing a bathrobe at that time of day, and he'd never seen her underwear thrown around like that. It was very strange, but if he had any idea of what might be going on, he didn't give any indication. Beneath her friendly calm, Pat was teeming with lust. As the guys walked into her room she kit hot juice running down the inside of her thigh.
She began giving the guys directions for moving the furniture, but she would have to think fast. First of all, she didn't want her furniture moved, and second, she had to get these guys to ravage her with their strong hard pricks. Bill went to a chair that would be in the way of where she had just told them to move her dresser, lifted a pair of bikini underwear from the back of it and dropped the slinky garment on the seat. Pat was surprised to see how gingerly he handled the garment.
"What's the matter? It won't bite you," Pat said to the boy.
Everyone, including herself, noticed the change in tone in her voice. The guys looked at her more carefully, and fill didn't know what, to fly. Something was going on that wasn't apparent, but the guys would never have guessed what they were in for. It seemed too good to come true.
Pat picked up another of undies, one that she had been wearing and threw them into the startled boy's face. When they dropped from his face into his hands, they could all see how funny Bill looked with that amazed expression he made. They laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Pat shouted playfully, and threw a bra at Chuck.
Soon, the battle was on. They were all throwing Pat's underwear at each other like a pillow fight. Every time one of the kids get a silky garment in the face, their cocks would get a little harder. The smooth, fragrant material of the undies had a magic effect on them. They could smell the delicious odor of a feminine body woven into the sheer fabric.
The battle got wilder and wilder. They were rubbing the garments into each other's faces now, rather than merely throwing them. Pat went up to Bill and Bob, who were struggling over a pair of panties, and pushed them onto her bed, making sure she used her big tits as much as her hands to shove them over. As he fell, Bill grabbed at Pat's robe and managed to pull it open.
Her tits were now freed and in plain view. As she spun around to prevent Chuck from cramming a bra down her back, the boy looked down and saw her gorgeous body through the parted curtains of the robe. Pat could tell by the look on his face that getting these kids to service her would be easy. The battle was almost won.
Bill saw her heavy tits swinging with the motion of her turning around. They looked like twin wrecking balls, and he wished he could be the object of their thrust. Below the heaving knockers, Pat's flat belly and triangular pubic patch could be seen.
"Are you looking at my tits?" Pat demanded in the same playful voice.
She suddenly swung the other way, and Chuck found his dream come true. The heavy mass of jelly-like tits crashed into the side of his body. He didn't know what to do. The other guys were waiting to see what would happen. To keep the crazy atmosphere going, Pat threw another pair of panties in Chuck's face. He retaliated by pushing her down on the bed, on top of Bob and Bill who were still sprawled there. He had pushed her on her ample jugs. When she landed, Bob grabbed one tit, and Bill the other.
Her robe had opened completely now, and Chuck and Paul were treated to a great sight of her ant. They could see the wet, pink gash running down the middle of the hairy crotch. Pat was wrestling with Bob and Bill over her tits, and didn't seem to mind wagging her spread twat at the other two boys. Rather than standing there with their mouths open, they went to the struggling woman on the bed to help their friends.
Chuck grabbed one leg, and Paul grabbed the other. It was clear that anything went, and they kept grabbing her legs higher and higher, until Paul had his fingers sunk in the smooth flesh of Pat's thighs. Paul was holding the leg away from the middle-line of her body, and Chuck was rifling her other leg to the side, so Pat's crotch was spread as wide as it could have been. It was as if they were struggling over a wish-bone, but they both were going to win.
Bill had pressed his face don on Pat's, and had shoved his tongue into her mouth. She was kissing back with all the lust of a nymphomaniac. Bob was kissing one of her tits. Paul stuck a finger into the pink slot of her crotch, and was examining the interior while Chuck had his head between her legs, getting a good view of the examination.
Chuck let go of the leg he'd been holding, and stood up. While the other three were poking and grabbing at the whore, Chuck began taking off his clothes. The guys didn't even notice what was happening until Chuck stepped forward again, and positioned himself between the writhing woman's thighs, with his stiff cock throbbing in the air. Paul was still dabbling in her cunt with his fingers, but he had to relinquish his place to his buddy, who was ready with the real thing.
When the area was clear, Chuck moved closer and grabbed Pat's thighs. He pulled the thighs around his waist and poked his cock at the humid mass of curly hair. Paul was still hovering over the area, and he watched as his friend's cock entered the pink lips of Pat's pussy. Chuck's thick cock made the glistening inner lips stretch as he filled her with pulsating meat. Paul could see how Pat's legs grabbed at Chuck's waist, pulling his cock deep into her omit.
Paul began to undress with desperate, clutching hands as he realized he could be next. Chuck was sliding his cock in and out of the older woman's box with slow, steady strokes. Paul saw his friend's ass moving back and forth in the rhythm of fucking. As Paul waited, he checked out the action at the other end..
He saw that Bob WSS still sucking his mother's tits, and that Bill was still kissing her, but now Pat was reaching for each of their crotches, and feeling the hard cocks in their pants. She was trying to grab Bob's zipper, and he brought his hips up closer to her so she could reach better. Bill slipped down to one of her tits and as Bob and Bill sucked on one each, Paul thought they looked like twins.
Chuck's ass was really picking up speed as he lunged at Pat's crotch. Paul knew he wouldn't have long to wait. He was almost tempted to go around to Pat's face and stick his cock in her mouth now that no one was kissing her, but just before he was going to make the move, he saw Bill crawl up to her face and stick his cock within sucking range.
Pat looked at the prick pointing at her lips, looked up at the owner of the big tool with a lascivious smile, then open her mouth and took the twitching cockhead into it. Paul gasped as he watched her jaw working away and her cheeks sucked in. Her face was showing the energy she was putting into the blow job. Paul wished he had thought of that move sooner. But Chuck was grunting with climactic pleasure, and he knew he would soon be sinking his cock in her cunt. Besides, he could get a blow job later.
Chuck was in the midst of an orgasm, it was obvious, and Paul's tool began twitching with renewed excitement as he realized that he would be piercing her twat in a few seconds. Chuck's body convulsed as his cream filled Pat's cunt. When he stopped pumping he lifted his hips, and his wet cock emerged from the pit of Pat's pussy.
As soon as Chuck staggered out from between the woman's thighs, Paul took his place. Her cunt was near the edge of the bed, and he could either put his feet on the floor, or rest his weight on his thighs on the bed. He found that it was a good way to get a lot of "umph" behind his thrusting prick. He looked down and guided his cock to her cunt. As he pressed it home, he felt the hot lining of her twat caress his joint. Her cunt tube fit his cock like a sock; it was the nicest cunt he'd fucked in a while. He started to pump, and thrilled to the way her pussy was contracting on his shaft.
Chuck had almost brought Pat to a climax, but not quite. Now that she was on the verge of coming, and had a fresh cock up her cunt, she was coming like a freight train. With a cock in her cunt and another in her mouth, Pat was vibrating with passion. She knew that four young studs could keep her in that bussed-out condition for a long time, and it made her feel like she'd died and gone to heaven.
Pat wanted to feel the cock in her mouth spewing gism when she felt the hot fluid shooting into her cunt. She was coming down from her first orgasm, but knew she would soon be in the grip of another. The kid, whoever it was, between her legs, was doing good work, and she started working on the cock in her mouth with more enthusiasm.
Bob was still sucking his mother's tits, waiting for a better opportunity to open up, and he thought about sharing her with his buddies. He found that it didn't bother him at all. In fact, he liked it. He felt proud of his mother. With his mouth wrapped around her stiff nipple, he kept his eyes on the two guys who had their pricks in her. When Bill came in her mouth, Bob figured, he would take his place.
Pat felt the prick she was sucking on start to jerk, and she got ready to catch his load on her tongue. At about the same time, she could tell the prick up her snatch was heating up. She eased up on her sucking to let the rod in her twat catch up. At the right moment, determined by her precise, sexual instincts, she began sucking the cock with a passion, and started it spewing gism in her mouth at the exact moment that the joint in her snatch began doing the same. Being pumped full of cum from both ends at the same time was the greatest thing that Pat had ever experienced.
She wasn't the only one glad to see the gays coming. Bob, who'd been waiting his turn, was anxious to have his own cock sucked. When he saw Bill's face screw up in an expression of ecstasy, his cock began to bulge in anticipation. Bill fell back on the bed when his cock was drained, and Bob went up to his mother's face to take his place. Pat was still smacking her lips and swallowing Bill's load, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Bob stuck his prick in.
Pat started working on her own boy's tool with all the energy she had used on the last one. Paul had pulled his limp cock from her cunt, and that hole was now available.
Chuck, who had been the first to fuck her, was ready for another. He had something in mind though, something that he'd been thinking about when Pat called the boys into the house. Now he was going to find out what it was all about for himself. He took his position between Pat's legs again. This time, rather than putting his cock in her cunt, he stuck a few fingers in and smeared the combination of cunt juice and gism down aver the tight little opening below the slot of Pat's pussy.
She felt what was happening, and was thrilled. This was going to be great! she thought. She should have called these kids in long ago. Sucking her son's cock, with a few onlookers recovering from their own exertions was fantastic; and flow she was going to get her ass raped. Bill and Paul noticed what Chuck was doing, and they remembered the conversation they had had about ass-fucking only a few minutes ago, while they were sitting in the yard. They were proud of their buddy's inquisitive nature, and were glad to see he had an open mind.
The orgy went on for hours; at least that's the way it seemed to Pat. She had never had such a good time, and she knew there was going to be a lot more of the same in the future.