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 of her feet to the red tips of her nipples. The fire had gone out in the night and all she was wearing were goose bumps.
Clasping her hands around her and squeezing her tits in her arms, she scurried to the fireplace and threw some small logs and old newspapers in. Then she got the fire going again with the butane lighter.
The exercise had warmed her somewhat and she stood and turned in front of the fire, toasting herself. She was sore all over, from her tits to her much abused pussy, and the heat soaking into her skin seemed the right cure. She edged up on the fire until the heat threatened to singe her chestnut pubic hair, then she turned around and presented her butt to the fire.
It felt good. The heat soaked into her buttocks and then between her legs. She spread her feet a little and her soft cunny got warm and cozy too. The tired muscles of her thighs seemed to be rejuvenated.
"Gee, Mom, you look good standing in front of the fire and everything." John was sitting up in bed, a self-satisfied smirk on his twelve-year-old face. The sheet had dropped off of him and Sally was surprised by the rigid hard-on peeking up from the sheets.
Something twisted inside of her. His white-skinned cock tipped with the pulsing red cap was a beacon calling to her, beckoning to her to come and be fulfilled. His cock was so pure that she couldn't reject it. The veins were faint and looked like line tracings.
She licked her dry lips. He wanted something. And she knew what it was. He wanted her hot, humid pussy to be wrapped around his soft-hard cock, smothering it with caresses.
Tommy was still sleeping, lying quietly beside his brother. His face was set in a little grill that she suspected was caused by his dreaming about his sexual activity of a few hours earlier.
Sally felt putty soft. She felt toasted warm and indolent. Her thighs were aching to be opened and have something shoved between them. She walked toward her son, conscious of the bobbing of her tits and the tingle between her legs. He could see everything. In fact his eyes looked at everything. She knew that as she walked her cunt lips slipped and slid against each other and she wondered if he could see her pussy opening and closing, exposing the red, velvety lining of her vagina.
John lay back on the bed. He smiled. His cock stood straight up and dominated him even though, compared to a full grown man's, it was small and not particularly significant.
"Mom," he said, "I want to fuck you. It's not fair. You fucked Tommy, and he's younger than I am. You've never fucked me. Never! And I want to feel my prick all warm and soft in your pussy. I know it will feel so good. And I'll love you for it, Mom. Honest. I'll love to put it in and I know you've got a great ass, Mom!"
The boy's voice rambled on and he stared big-eyed at his mother's crotch.
"That's all right, John," Sally said soothingly. "I'm coming baby. I'll let you put that prick in me. I want it, honey. Honest. I know you'll make Mommy feel real good!"
She knew as she moved toward her son what had been wrong with him. He'd seen his brother screwing her and he was jealous. But Sally knew how to fix that – make him un-jealous. She had always treated them exactly equal. What one got, the other also had if she could manage it.
Well, Tommy had fucked her pussy and she told herself as she walked toward the bed, her hips swaying, that that was the reason John had to do it too. It wasn't enough that he had finger fucked her. She told herself that it was going to have to be done absolutely right.
Her cunt was tingly with anticipation and when she got to the bed John still lay on his back, staring up. He looked almost frightened.
Sally knelt over him. Her tits were like creamy, inverted scoops of vanilla ice cream topped by cherries as she spread her knees to either side of his hips. "Play with me, John. Touch my titties."
At her command, the boy's hands came up and clasped her breasts. Waves of feeling spread through Sally. Excitement quickened her breathing.
Slowly she began lowering her hips, weaving her crotch from side to side blindly looking for his joy stick.
"Ooooh, I love your titties, Mommy. I really do."
"That's good, son. I love you to play with them. Mommy wants you to have anything you want. Anything, darling, ummmmm, that's the way. Suck them. Pull them. Make them feel good, baby."
"I will, Mommy. I will!" John was sucking them like a baby.
Sally's breasts throbbed as she looked down and watched her creamy tit skin sliding in and out of her son's mouth. The nipple showed and stretched and then it was gone back in his mouth and she ached all over. Her hips thrust vainly down looking for his short sword.
His cock was jabbing between her legs at the soft, sensitive skin. She twisted and felt the joyful connection as it pushed at her swollen labia. She was tight and excited. The joy juice was leaking out of her twat onto his pecker and it felt wonderful.
"Hold still, Mommy," John cried plaintively, "I can't get it in if you keep moving around like that."
With an effort of will, Sally stilled her gyrating hips and held them in place, like a bulls-eye that was set in a field for an archer. John grasped her breasts with his hands. She wanted to collapse into a quivering heap of sexual desire on him, but she, didn't. Her knees were next to collapse and it took an effort of will to brace herself above her son and wait for his move.
The boy was suddenly still. Sally felt his cock poking at her pocket. It felt damn good. The fire was casting heat on her butt and she was warmly ready. She wanted it. She wasn't just giving her ass, her cunt, a fuck to her san. She really wanted him.
"Now, John! Now. Fuck me now. Don't just tease Mommy like this!"
The boy heard the plea in her voice and he was ready to answer it. His hips surged upward and Sally gasped in shocked surprise.
"Uhhhhhuuuuuhhhh!!!" His cock felt a million times bigger than it looked. It was pushed up into her hot vagina forcing her open and she was going crazy on it. Her cunt lips spread around it, clasping in and sucking hard, filling itself with his hard sex stick.