'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?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sally woke in the morning as the center of a ball of soft, warm bodies. Tommy and John were cuddled up against her and as she looked at their naked bodies with their darling little penises she could only think, how cute!
Sally was surprised at how her attitude had changed overnight. She felt somehow contented and more relaxed than she had before, or even at any time in her life. Her sons had brought her contentment.
Despite that knowledge, though, there were still the problems of her everyday life to cope with. The question of what would happen to her and the children when they returned home from the mountains was still very much a question. It had not disappeared.
Gingerly she sneaked out of the mass of warm bodies. The children mumbled and moved around in their sleep at the sudden breath of chill air that passed over them, but they didn't waken. Sally, though, shivered from the soles
