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Ribald Writer

Tales of Lustville Book Two

Chapter 1

Scene Seven-Lois, Timmy and Tommy

Lois was going through her wardrobe, weeding out clothes she didn’t wear anymore. There was a big pile on the floor outside the closet that she wanted to take to the consignment shop next week, and another smaller pile on the bed that she was planning to alter, and see if she could make them sexier.

She was looking at a grey plaid skirt that she had cut very short, and had just finished the hem on. She was about to try it on when the doorbell rang. Sitting the skirt to the side, she hopped up and walked down the hall to the living room, and opened the front door.

She was surprised to see the Wilson twins standing on her porch. They were wearing identical white shirts, thin black ties, grey slacks, and their shoes were shined to a glossy luster.

She knew their mother vaguely, they used to talk at PTA meetings, and waved at each other at the market, but that was about all. Lois thought Susan was a very attractive woman, but she really wasn’t someone she felt comfortable letting herself get friendly with.

Then, as she looked at the boys, she remembered one reason she didn’t have more to do with her. She’d named her sons Timmy and Tommy. That’s what it said on their birth certificates. Not Timothy, or Thomas like a normal person would have named their child.

Smiling at the boys, she looked them up and down, liking what she saw. They were both a head taller than she was, with broad shoulders that tapered down to slim waists and hips, well muscled arms showing under their short sleeved shirts, and slim, powerful looking legs. She remembered that they were swimmers in high school, and had gotten scholarships to a major college back east.

Her eyes settled on their crotches, and she had to suppress a gasp when she saw the enormous bulges they sported. Looking back up at their faces, she decided that they were pleasant enough to look at, but not nearly as handsome as Kyle or Phil.

“Hi boys,” she said, standing in the open doorway. “You’re Susan Wilson’s sons, Tim and Tom, right? What can I do for you today?”

“Yes Ma’am,” the one on the left said, putting his hand on his chest. “I’m Timmy, and this is my brother, Tommy.”

“Okay Tim, was there something special you needed?”

“Well, Mrs. Parker, we’d like a few minutes of your time so we can give you our testimony.” he said brightly, bringing a bible out from behind his back. His brother revealed a stack of literature from behind his back as well.

Lois’s heart sank, and she almost closed the door in their faces. Then she thought better of it. Maybe it was still possible to salvage these two strapping young men from their path to a stuffy, pious life.

“Why, thank you boys!” she said, stepping back and waving them into the house. “I’d be happy to listen to your testimony. And if you’d let me, I’d like to share mine with you!”

“We’d like that, ma’am,” one of them said, she’d already forgotten which was which. “People usually don’t want to hear us spread the word, and the ones that do, rarely want to share with us.”

“I know, isn’t it terrible?” she said, leading them into the living room. “I mean, I have so much that I’d like to share with you today. And there are other things besides the word I want to spread for you. Can you stay for a while? Your mother won’t mind?”

She glanced at their crotches again, and noticed that they dressed on opposite sides, and as she led them to the couch, she made sure they were positioned so their cocks would be on the inside leg when they were seated. She planned on sitting between them, and wanted easy access to tease them.

They got settled sitting side by side. And she moved to sit between them, then stopped, shaking her head.

“Where are my manners today? I’m sorry, boys. Would you like some punch? I was going to make some anyway, and it will only take a minute!”

“Thank you, ma’am. That would be nice.” they said in unison.

“Goodie! I’ll be right back!”

She went into the kitchen, and got out her big party pitcher, then dug around under the counter for the margarita mix and tequila. She filled the pitcher about halfway with ice, then emptied the tequila bottle into it. Adding the margarita mix slowly, stirring it the whole time. Tasting it occasionally, she quit adding the mix when she could barely taste the tequila. She filled the rest of the pitcher up with ice.

She grabbed a cup from the cabinet, she filled it half full with sugar, then squeezed out four or five long squirts of lime juice into it. She added warm water, and stirred it till the sugar melted, and dumped it in the pitcher, stirring it to mix everything up, she tasted it again.

Perfect! She thought. They’ll be drunk off they’re asses, and putty in my hands in no time! And I’ll work that putty into rock hard boners before they even know what hit them!

Putting the pitcher and three glasses on a tray, she headed back to the living room. The boys were talking quietly when she came in, and they drew apart as she came around the end of the couch. She slipped between the couch and the coffee table, bending over to sit the tray on the coffee table. She made a point of sticking her ass right in their faces, glad that she was wearing a thigh length skirt so her panties didn’t show. Not yet at least.

Standing up straight, she stepped back, brushing her skirt under her legs and started to sit down. The boys had to slide over to make room for her, and she noticed that they were both trying not to look at her legs as she got settled. Good, she thought, there’s hope for them yet!

“Who’d like to do the honors boys?” she asked, waving at the pitcher. “And before we get started, which one of you is Tim, and which one is Tom? I think it’s rude to call people by the wrong name.”

“I’m Timmy,” the one on her left said. “You can tell, because I have green eyes. Tommy’s eyes are blue!”

He leaned forward, brushing his brother’s hand away from the pitcher, and started to pour a glass of her punch.

“That’s nice to know! It will make it easier to tell you apart!” she said.

“So tell me, Tom.” she said, turning to look at him. “What do you have to offer me today.”

Her hand dropped casually onto his leg, high up on his thigh, her fingers brushing the thick tube of his soft cock. She left her hand in place as she looked at him.

“Tommy, ma’am.” he said, his hand coming down on hers and easing it a little further down his leg. “Our mother doesn’t like us to use nicknames.”

His face was flushed, and she was sure she felt his cock twitch and start to stiffen under her fingers.

“Mrs. Parker?” his brother said, holdout a glass toward her.

“Oh, thank you, Tim!” she said, making a point of using the short version of their names. “Here Tom. Tim can pour me another one.”

She watched as he took a big gulp from it, then turned back to Tim, holding her hand out as he poured another glass. He handed the next one to her, then poured one for himself, and put the pitcher back on the tray. He was just starting to sit back, when his brother spoke up.

“Timmy, can I have another?” he said hold out his glass. “This is really good punch! I started feeling warm as soon as I drank it!”

“I know,” Lois said taking his glass and reaching for the pitcher. “I put a secret ingredient in it. Why don’t you try it Tim?”

Tim took a long sip of his drink, and grinned broadly. He took another big swallow, draining his glass, and held it out for more.

“Tommy’s right, Mrs. Parker! That’s delicious! As hot as it is outside, that really hits the spot!”

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