woman was something else. He licked his lips and shrugged as Thelma walked from the kitchen.
'Come on, man… your mom said she was lonesome.'
Jim glanced at the bulge in Mike's pants. He owed this to his friend, he felt – after all, he had fucked both of Mike's sisters that morning. Turning off the light, Jim led the way to the den. The television was on, but the sound was turned too low to make out what the news commentator was saying.
Thelma gestured with her glass. 'Come over here, honey…' She noticed the bulge in Mike's pants as he started to sit across from her. 'You too, Mike… plenty of room here on the couch.'
The boys sat on either side of the woman and Mike was overwhelmed. As he turned his head, he could see one tit frilly as it pressed against the thin material of her housecoat. As she crossed her legs, the garment opened to display her full, soft thighs and Mike looked away quickly.
Draining her glass, Thelma felt the full effects of the alcohol she had consumed during the day. Her head buzzed lightly and she had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. But the feeling was not from the liquor she had drunk – she had been straightening up Jim's room earlier that day and had found a half a dozen magazines.
She thought again of the lewd pictures she had looked at, then the recall of the night before came upon her full force. She glanced to her right and saw Jim pretending to watch TV. There was a telltale bulge in his pants, too, and Thelma made up her mind.
Picking up the remote-control unit, she flicked the TV off. She leaned forward and moved a newspaper aside. She picked up the stack of magazines she had found in Jim's room.
'Ah, I was cleaning today, honey…' she said in a slurred tone. 'And I found these in your room…'
Jim's face was ashen as he saw the dirty books in his mother's hand.
'Hey,' she said, patting his knee. 'It's okay… I just wanted to tell you that you don't have to hide them…' She laughed lightly. 'I feel cheated – I like to look at them too.'
Jim turned a surprised face to his mother. 'You… you do? I mean, you're not sore, Mom?'
Thelma laughed again, but there was a nervous tone to her voice. 'Of course I'm not sore, honey… do I look sore?'
She turned to Mike who was sitting open-mouthed – he was looking at the cover of the magazine on top.
'What about you, Mike… do I look like I'm angry?'
'Ummmm… no, Mrs. Garrison. Ah, you like to look at things like that?'
Thelma opened the magazine. The pages fell open to a woman on her hands and knees; a man knelt behind her fucking her, dog-fashion while another kneeled before her as she sucked his prick. 'I… I think they're kind of exciting, don't you?' Thelma asked as she saw the boy's prick twitch in his pants.
'Man, you can say that again!' Mike exclaimed, moving closer to her.
Jim swallowed thickly as he saw his friend leaning against his mother. He, too, moved closer as she turned the page, and he sucked his breath in at the sight of the next picture: it showed a woman being fucked by two men – one had his prick up her ass and the other was fucking her cunt.
'Do… do people really do things like that, Mom?' Jim asked apprehensively.
Thelma looked at the picture and imagined herself as the woman; she could almost feel the two stiff pricks in her body and she squirmed on the couch. 'Ah… I guess they do… at least these people do,' she said, pointing to the picture.
Turning to Jim, she placed a hand on his leg. She sensed his tenseness and she smiled nervously.
'You know, I had the funniest dream last night… you boys like to hear about it?'
'Yeah, tell us, Mrs. Garrison…' Mike answered quickly.
'Jim?'
'Ah, yeah, I guess so,' her son said haltingly.
'Well, I dreamed I was lying on my bed wearing nothing but a pair of silk stockings… and in this dream, someone came into my room and… and he fucked me in my sleep!'
Jim's face burned brightly as his mother recounted the scene in her room. Mike licked his lips and let his hand move to the woman's thigh as she spoke.
'… then, somehow, we were in bed together… he was lying on top of me with his… his head between my legs. He was…' she paused and moved a bit as she felt Mike's hand on her leg. 'He was eating my pussy!'
'Umm, what were you doing, Mrs. Garrison… in the dream, I mean?' Mike asked her as he felt her move.
'I was sucking his prick… isn't that a silly dream?' she asked, laughing nervously. 'I mean, nothing like that could actually happen in my own bedroom, now could it?'
Jim was highly excited by his mother's tale, but at the same time he was just a bit frightened. He had no idea what her purpose was for telling them. His first thought was that she was trying to trap him into an admission, but he could not be sure. 'Sure… that's sort of stupid, Mom… who'd come into your room at night?'
'I wonder…' she said lowly, tossing the magazines to the table. 'Do both of you know the story of Cinderella?'
The boys exchanged puzzled glances and both of them nodded.
'Well, I suppose we might try the same thing the prince tried with the glass slipper,' she said. She reached over her shoulder to turn out the light. As the den was cast into darkness, Thelma unbuttoned her housecoat. 'I only know two young men who might fit the bill, but I can't be sure which one is the boy in my dream… will you help me find out?'
Mike stood up quickly; he understood what she was doing and he was only too anxious to help her. 'Sure, Mrs. Garrison, it's okay with me.'
'Jim?'
'Ah, I guess so, Mom…' he told her hesitantly.
Thelma felt her heart pounding furiously in her chest. She touched Mike's bulge first, then her other hand encountered the well-defined outline of her son's prick inside his pants. Nervously, she pulled down the zipper on Jim's pants and freed his throbbing prick. She heard him gasp as her fingers closed about the pulsing length of his cock. Next, she freed Mike's prick and she was impressed by the size of the boy's cock.
Fondling them, she moved off the couch and sank to her knees before them. Mike had unfastened his belt and his pants hung loosely about his hips. She pulled them down around his ankles, then did the same to her son's trousers. With a stiff, throbbing young prick in each hand, Thelma turned her head to Jim's prick and opened her mouth to suck on the velvety head.
'Ohhhh, Mom!'
A thrill went through her body as she licked the head of her son's prick, then she turned to Mike. Licking out, she swept the underside of the boy's prick as she fondled his balls. He sighed deeply and placed both hands on her head.
'Oh, yes… that's good, Mrs. Garrison!' he said as he hunched forward, sinking his throbbing cock in her hot mouth.
Reaching out, Jim felt his mother's head bobbing up and down on Mike's prick and he felt slighted. 'Ah, can you be sure, Mom?' he asked as her hand stroked his cock softly.
Pulling her mouth off of Mike's pulsing shaft, Thelma ran her hands up and down the boy's naked legs. She knew that what she was doing was totally wrong by society's standards, but at that point, she really didn't care. All she wanted was to have her own needs met and if it took two teenaged boys to meet them, then that's exactly what she intended to do. Shrugging out of her housecoat, she cleared her throat.
'Ah, I can't be sure… in the dream, the boy played with my titties too…' She pulled them down on the floor with her.
Mike fondled her tit. Her nipple was stiff against his palm and he was impressed by its size – it was much larger than either of his sisters' tits.
Jim reached out hesitantly and cupped his mother's tit. It was warm and soft, and the nipple tickled his palm as he squeezed it lightly.
'You… you know who it was in your room last night, don't you, Mom…'
Thelma kissed her son softly on the mouth. She offered him her tongue, and she was thrilled at the thought of making love with her son and his young friend.
'Oh, yes, baby… I knew it was you!' she told him as his hands roamed over her body. 'And no I'm not angry… I… that is, I needed it… I need it now.'
