'We're going to playa game, children,' she said, smiling.
'What, Mommy?' Tommy was the most eager. He'd just had his pants yanked off and he knew what kind of game she was interested in.
'Musical holes,' Sally said. 'When I buck loose, you have to run around me three times and then turn and stick your penises in my cunt or mouth or ass or you don't get to play anymore.'
To start the boys, she grabbed their cocks and tugged them and then let go. Both boys were as hard as rocks.
Like wild Apaches, they circled around her and suddenly John was stopped in front of her face thrusting his penis between her lips. Greedily, Sally sucked it in.
An instant later, Tommy's cock slid just as eagerly into her cunt and she pressed back and sighed through her caressing lips. It felt wonderful being fucked from both ends. Suddenly she jerked away from both boys and they were running around her again. Only this time she had Tommy's cock in her mouth when he stopped and she could taste the salty flavor of her own cunt on his dick. John practically leaped on her back and she mewled with pleasure as his hard cock sank into her trembling asshole. Harder and harder she shoved back, taking his long, slender dick up her rectum so she could really feel it.
The next time she chased them, it was John's dick, musty with the flavor of her own asshole, that was stuck in her mouth and Tommy was back to pounding into her eager cunt.
This happened a dozen times until Sally was so hot she couldn't contain it. Then she stopped them and let Tommy fuck eagerly and expertly into her uplifted rear, sliding his cock in and out of her well-lubricated cunt hole as she sucked John to a boiling explosion.
John went off first. Her lips and hands had laved his balls as well as his sex pole. He couldn't hold back finally and he caught his mother's head in his hands and howled as she pulled his juice out of his pole with her mouth.
Tommy's cock was grinding merrily in Sally's cunt and the boy was happily squeezing her asscheeks and ramming desperately into her trying to straighten her out with his staff when he exploded. Sally was ready for it to happen. She squeezed down with her spongy cunt lips and she held back the heated explosion that had been building in her own twat until the last minute.
Her back humped up and down convulsively and her silky cunt sawed and tore at Tommy's beautiful prick and the boy cried and moaned as he stuffed it into his mother's hairy twat.
'Oh, give it to Mommy,' she groaned after letting go of John's penis with her mother.
Inside she was an atomic explosion and the heat was blowing out her cunt and she knew she loved the two boys more than anything.
They were sprawled out on the bed together where Sally had licked Tommy's cock clean and then sucked both boys back to their usual rigidity when Jason walked in the bedroom door.
'My, my,' he said, mildly surprised. 'What did you do with your lost weekend, sister of mine?'
'What do you want, brother?' Sally asked sarcastically.
Jason's eyes opened wide. 'Apparently nothing that you aren't already giving the kids.'
'Well, if you want something,' Sally said, getting off the bed, 'you're going to have to play the game for it.'
Jason looked startled at the tone of steel in his sister's voice. He didn't even object when she told him to take off his clothes and sit on the edge of the bed.
It made him nervous to have the kids watch while Sally got down on her knees and sucked at the thick, gnarled staff on his cock. It was so big she had to strain her mouth to get it inside. But when he looked at the kids, he saw they were just slightly interested.
His cock was pounding like a broken clock. The blood throbbed up into it and turned the head an angry red. The veins were swollen and he could hardly contain the heat in it. He wondered briefly what Hal's endless procession of overpaid secretaries was giving him that he wasn't getting better at home. And then his sister turned around and presented her really sweet looking ass to him before sitting down right on his prick.
The feeling tore through him. And then the intensity was doubled as he realized that Sally had slid her asshole all the way down his huge cock and that was why she was tight and hot around it. Then she was laying back, trembling and shivering with erotic sensations, and John was standing between her spread legs fitting his little cock into her gaping slit.
'Play with my boobs,' Sally ordered. And Jason could only obey.
The feelings were so strong when the boy started pounding into his sister's gash, Jason thought he was going to faint. His cock was filled with ecstatic feelings from the very base to the very tip.
He felt like it was being exquisitely torn off and he did his best to help in every way.
EPILOGUE
Jason was gone and Sally was in a warm, rosy fog.
'I know what you've never done, Mom!' John said in answer to an idle statement she'd made while sixty- nining with her eldest son. John was happy that Uncle Jason had turned out to be a softy, leaving before the fucking really got going good.
'What, darling?'
'You've never tongue fucked a girl…'
'That's right,' Sally said in wonder. 'I wonder…'
'It's great, Mom,' Tommy said. He was trying to roll them over so he could fuck his mother in the asshole. He was turning into a real, nonstop asshole bandit.
Sally giggled, thinking of her sons and their nonstop sexuality.
'I don't know any girls,' she said.
'But we do…' John smiled into her cunt.
'Who?' Sally asked. 'Who do you know?'
'Gloria and Brenda,' Tommy chimed in. He had finally got them rolled over far enough to work his cock into Sally's unresisting asshole.
His cock in her butt felt good. It was the perfect counterpoint to John's tongue in her twat. But Sally couldn't help thinking about tonguing a girlish cunt, and it really turned her on. 'We've got their phone number. And, guess what?' Tommy sounded really smug and Sally couldn't resist.
'What?'
'They've got the same exchange as us.'
And Sally exploded into a volcano of hot, liquid action as she remembered Ron Thatcher and his pretty little girls.
Even as the boys pumped their jism into her hot, breathless body, Sally couldn't help asking, 'What is their number, dears?'
She told herself she wasn't going to call. She was just curious. And then she thought of how inventive Ron was. And what she and two girls could do with him and two boys.
If she'd had a prick it would have punched a hole through the bed.
The next day turned out differently than Sally could ever have imagined, however.
Hal had decided to exercise his prerogative as a husband that night. And all the while he was undressing, he kept showing off his body as if deliberately trying to entice her.
She had lain in bed, naked, her legs slightly spread so that he could look at her full-lipped, mature pussy.
And Hal had looked. He couldn't take his eyes off it. As he peeled his own clothes off, more and more his fingers strayed to play with his own cock.
Sally didn't know what to make of it. She watched his erection blossom. It swelled and filled his hand and she had to admit to herself that he was adequately built. His penis was a thick, white shaft that pulsed and throbbed. Heavy blue veins wrapped around it and made its sides as uneven as a French tickler. The head was large, red and succulent.
