Chapter 2
Scene Eight-Lois and Timmy / Tracy and Tommy
“Hi, boys!” Lois said, smiling at the Wilson twins as they stood at her front door. “I guess you’re ready for another lesson?”
“Yes ma’am,” they said in unison, their eagerness obvious on their faces. Tom was smiling broadly, but Tim was having trouble meeting her eyes.
“Then come right in,” She said, stepping aside for them to come in. She closed the door behind them, and waved them over to the couch. “I made some more of my special punch for you. You seemed to like it so much yesterday.”
“I’m sorry I’m dressed like this, but I just got out of the shower.” she said as she bent over to pick up the pitcher. She stayed bent over as she poured a glass of punch for each of them, knowing that they could see down the front and see her small round tits. “I was expecting you at two-thirty. I guess I got the time wrong.”
Sitting the pitcher down, she smiled as the watched them drain their glasses quickly. she refilled them, then walked around the end of the couch, and headed for the kitchen.
“I have to get something from the kitchen. Tom, would you help me?”
“Yes, ma… ” he stopped when he saw her looking at him, a look of disappointment on her face. ”Y… yes mama!”
Good boy, she mouthed, then turned and walked into the kitchen. She stopped at the table, and poured two glasses of her special punch out of a smaller pitcher. She picked up one of the glasses, then loosened the sash on her robe. One… two… turn!
She spun around as he stepped into the kitchen, making her robe fell open. Tom’s eyes went wide, and he stopped in his tracks. She smiled at him, and walked over, holding the glass out too him.
“Drink this,” she said, taking his other hand, leading him over to the table. She watched him take a big gulp, his eyes roaming all over her body. She put one hand on her hip, holding her robe open. “All of it. That’s right… drink it down. That’s my good boy.”
“Th… thank you mama,” he whispered, still staring at her hungrily.
Lois took the glass from him and turned to the table, filling it again. Picking up both glasses, she held them out to him.
“Tom, I have to tell you, and I think you already know it, but you’re my favorite.” she said quietly as she stepped up to him, pressing her body lightly against his. “And because you’re my favorite, I want to do something special for you.”
She could feel his cock throbbing against her stomach as she rubbed against him.
“Wh… what, um… what are yo… ”
“I have a special surprise for you in my bedroom. Now take these… ” she said as she stepped back, holding the glasses out to him.
He took the glasses, unsure of what to do. He eyed her hungrily, but he looked terribly confused.
“A… are you coming too?”
“I’ll be along in a little bit, I have to talk to Tim first. But you go and wait for me. Be my good boy now. Go… ”
She turned him around and pushed at his back.
“And be quiet, we don’t want Tim to hear you.”
His shoulders were sagging as he walked over to the doorway, peeked around the corner, then moved quietly behind the couch into the hall. Lois followed him to the doorway, watching him go down the hall, and into her bedroom, heaving a sigh of relief as she saw the door close behind him. She was smiling as she walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch with Tim.
“Whe… where’s Tommy?” he asked, his eyes bulging out of his head as he ogled her petite body under her open robe. His cock throb in his pants, it was already hard in anticipation after their encounter yesterday.
“I had something I needed Tom to take care of for me. It’s going to take him a little while I think. You don’t mind do you?” She was running her fingers up and down his legs, getting closer to his cock on every upstroke. “I think this would be a good time to review some of our lessons from yesterday.”
There was a frightened look in Tim’s eyes, as if he was unsure what to do without his brother with him. That’s why she had separated them. She knew that Tom was going to do fine on his own, but Tim was another matter entirely.
She poured herself a glass of punch, and refilled his. Handing him the glass, she watched him take a long sip. She was tilting her chin up as she watched him drink. When he stopped, she jerked her chin up, signaling him to finish the glass. She watched as he took another drink, tipping it back, draining it completely.
She took the glass from him, and filled it again, but sat it on the coffee table. Turning back to him, she took a big swallow from her own glass, paused, then took another big drink. She paused again, looking at the glass, then tipped her head back and drained it. Sitting the glass on the table, she turned to him and pulled her robe aside.
“What’s this, Tim?” she said, bringing her free hand up under her breast, cupping it, and squeezing it with her fingers.
“That’s you br… titty. That’s your titty ma’am.”
“Not bad, Tim. A little backsliding, but not bad.” she said. She slid her fingers around her nipple, making it stand up stiffly. “And what’s this Tim?”
“Yo… your nipple.”
“And what do you do with my nipples, Tim?” she asked him softly, her hand just barely touching the swollen head of his cock through his pants, then moving away.
“I… I k… kiss them.”
“And?”
Her thumb moved up and swished lightly across his cockhead, pressing more firmly as she moved it back and forth.
“Tim? I’m waiting. What else do you do with my nipple?”
His cockhead was throbbing under her thumb, and she moved it away, looking at him calmly.
His face was bright red, and he was breathing very hard. Lois was pretty sure he was going to cum in his pants any second, and she didn’t care. She knew she could get him hard again easily, and she needed to get him passed this resistance she felt him putting up.
Getting up on her knees, she held her nipple right in front of his face.
“I asked you a question, Tim! Are you going to answer me?”
“Ye… yes ma… yes maam!” he sputtered, looking up at her. “I su… suck on it.”
“Don’t you want to suck on my nipple now, Tim? I thought you liked it. The way you were licking and sucking on them yesterday, I didn’t think you’d ever get enough. Tell me what’s wrong Tim. What’s bothering you?”
He looked at her nipple, then his eyes flicked up to meet hers, and stayed there. He was pleading with her with his eyes, but she couldn’t show him any mercy now. Not when she was this close.
Sitting back down on her heels, she laid her hand on his cock again, squeezing it gently with her fingers. She started stroking the head of his cock with her thumb again, using soft sweeping strokes. She looked at him steadily as she worked her hand gently over his cockshaft.
He started to whimper softly, and tears started to leak from the corners of his eyes, but he never took his eyes off hers. She knew that she only had a couple more barriers to break down, and his lust would come rushing to the surface like the goo from a zit. That’s how she pictured it. She was popping an emotional pimple. It was hurting him now, but he’d feel better for it later.
Tom had been so easy! He had taken what she had offered him like she was a new prophet, handing him words of wisdom from on high. Why was Tim fighting her like this she wondered. He had been receptive when they were fucking yesterday, but now he was resisting her. She doubted that it was because they were alone, they had done her singly several times each. And she knew it wasn’t because they had double fucked her. He had taken an enthusiastic part in that.
