Roxanne slumped back down into the soft couch cushions. She unclenched her toes and a fuzzy wad of carpet strands fell away. The color slowly returned to her white, battered tit-flesh. Sandy reached over and closed the front of her mother's robe, gently pulling it into place.
As Roxanne paused to catch her breath, pushing strands of her disheveled hair away from her swollen red eyes, Sandy took a whiff of the unmistakable odor of mature pussy. The girl's eyes opened wide as she ran her fingers across the armrest and she felt the slick, greasy sensation of cunt-sauce atop the heads of the lubricated upholstery tacks. She and her twin sister Candy had often stuck a finger up each other's cunt in play, but never had the girl felt pussy-fluid so thick and slimy. And the smell! Whew!
Roxanne pulled her daughter closer and hugged her tight. "I'm sorry, honey. It's just that your mom's been through a lot lately. But things will get better, you'll see. I promise."
Sandy nuzzled against her mother's soft shoulder and stared down the front of her robe. She was totally amazed at the sight of Roxanne's big tits. Each time her mother took in a deep breath and then sighed, her full breasts would rise and fall heavily, her nipples poking out hard against the soft terrycloth material of her bathrobe.
"I know, Mom. And us kids are gonna help you, too. We decided last night what we're gonna do."
"That's wonderful, baby," Roxanne said, squeezing Sandy's shoulder. She appreciated her daughter's fortitude, but knew that what she really needed her kids could never provide. She needed a big fat cock slamming in and out of her sopping cunt. She needed a long throbbing prick splitting her pussy wide apart. Oh, she needed to fuck so bad.
"Yeah, Mom. Yesterday when me and Candy were in Mr. Schultz's grocery store he kept saying how much he wanted to come by and see you and see if you were okay. But we told him we were taking care of you ourselves." The girl looked up at her mother, searching for an approving look. "And then he chased us out of the store and we ran all the way home."
Oh, you little fool, Roxanne thought as Sandy chuckled. The lonely housewife then began thinking about Fred Schultz and the reputation he had for the biggest cock around. Now that she as essentially single again, there was no reason she couldn't be out getting her share of the town cocks. But Fred was married. Oh, if only she could find some relief! She hadn't been out of the house since the funeral, and then she heard that Reverend had been dismissed and she figured she would never get the good fucking she really needed, ever. This last mouth had been so gloomy and frustrating. All she did was sleep and watch TV and eat and walk around in her robe – all the time trying desperately to get her cunt to gush fuck juices and throb with climax after climax! It was like she was trapped in a prison constructed by her emotionally ravaged mind. Oh, Bill, she whined to herself. Why did you have to leave me at a time like this?
Into the room burst her son Dave and her other daughter Candy. They threw their books and coats onto a nearby chair and ran over to the couch.
"Hi guys!" Sandy called out cheerfully. "Come on over and let's tell Mom about our plans."
"Okay."
"Great."
Candy rushed over and snuggled next to her sister on the couch. They were identical twins, except Candy always wore her hair in a ponytail. Dave straddled the coffee table in front of his mother. He looked at her and smiled before he noticed that her cunt was clearly visible beneath the hem of her robe. Mesmerized by the swirling bush of her wiry black cunt-hair, Dave stared slack jawed, his fingers digging into the underside of the little table.
Roxanne shook her head and cleared her throat. She looked around at her little family, admiring the way they waited patiently for her to speak. Thinking back to that morning in the rectory when the Reverend had taught her so much about life and celebration, she suddenly felt a little less gloomy and a little happier. Sure, they were going to make it after all, she thought. The Reverend was such a good man. So good. God, was he hung. Oh, Jesus could he stuff a pussy. Then Roxanne remembered what a scalding blast of cum he had shot into her hot cunt. And she remembered how furiously they had fucked, literally shaking the walk of the Reverend's little office…
"Mom? You okay, Mom?" asked Sandy. Roxanne opened her eyes and nodded. "Yes. I'm fine," she said, trying to bide the great emptiness she felt in her cunt. "And I think it's about time we got together and had a little meeting."
Candy reached over and slapped her brother. "Stop staring at Mom's… at Mom's…"
"That's okay, dear," Roxanne said. "It's all right for Dave to look at my… at my pussy."
Dave blushed red and turned away.
"But Mom!" Sandy said, folding her arms against her chest. "Boys aren't supposed to look at their mother's… at… at…"
"At their cunts?" Roxanne asked.
"That's right," Sandy answered. "And you aren't even supposed to talk like that, either!"
Roxanne laughed and spread her legs a little bit. For some reason, she was feeling much better – and her pussy was even getting a little wet.
"You have to learn this is your family you're talking to, not a bunch of your friends on the street corner."
"Well, they said you were a… a slut."
Roxanne tilted her head back and laughed richly. "Oh, there's so much you have to learn, son. For the time being, just don't listen to those stupid boys."
"But, Mom," Dave pleaded. "The last time I went over to Billy's after school his mom wouldn't even talk to me and I felt real weird. Everywhere I go it seems like people are whispering behind my back and laughing and stuff."
"Oh, honey," Roxanne said, trying to relax her son. "You're still upset because of your father. Here, come on over and join us."
Roxanne scooted over and made room for Dave on the end of the couch. He stood up slowly and squeezed in, trying to sit as close to the armrest as he could. But his mother slid her arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. With her other arm she corralled her twins until she was embracing her whole family warmly.
"Now what was it you kids were going to tell me about?"
Candy looked up and smiled, playing with her ponytail. Now she too was treated to a breathtaking sight of her mother's full, round tits. "We just made up this plan to help you out, that's all. Me an Sandy put up some cards at the laundromat that said we would baby-sit and we decided to give all our money to you from our jobs."
Roxanne smiled appreciatively. "And how about you, Dave?" she asked, laughing to herself at the sight of a growing bulge in her son's jeans. "Don't tell me you're going to baby-sit, too?"
"Ah, com'on, Mom," Dave said. "Mr. Dackel at the kennels said I could work more hours after school and I guess I'm going to give you all my paychecks, too."
Roxanne sighed dramatically. Her tits rose and fell slowly, capturing the gazes of her three children. "I think that's just fine, kids. I knew we could do it, if only we worked together. Remember that, won't you? We've got to do this all together." The twins giggled and smiled at one another, pleased that their plan had ran so smoothly.
Dave grinned also. But his face was etched with embarrassment more than satisfaction. He was clumsily trying to hide his growing erection. It was his half-naked mother that he was worried about. Dave felt funny, almost like he had to piss, but it was different.
"Well, kids, I think everything's going to work out fine. Your mother wants to take a little nap."
Sandy and Candy jumped up and kissed Roxanne on both cheeks. Dave got up slowly, unsuccessful in hiding his hard cock tenting out his pants crotch.
Roxanne looked at him with a soothing motherly expression.
Roxanne opened her legs, trying to cool off her juicy pussy which had suddenly begun steaming up under her robe. She looked directly down at her son's crotch and said, "I think they have another name for guys who like to fuck a lot."