Sally barely heard the boy's order. She was lost in a dream world of her own which was focused somewhere between the two cocks. It was like electricity flowed out of one to the other and back again. Her body literally crackled between the two penises fucking her from the front and the back. She barely noticed when Tommy's inexperienced hands went around her body and grabbed onto her soft titties.
And then the three of them were working back and forth, literally rocking as a huge pile of burning flesh. It was the only way they could get the movement that satisfied their combined burning twats and assholes and penises. The movement was enough.
Each back and forth motion was a complete cycle for Tommy. His cock slid out of his mother's twitching asshole until it was almost free and clear. And then when they went the other way he plunged back in driving his cock in to the balls. The friction on the sides of his penis was devastating. It was better than his mother's mouth blowing his cock or her wavering hand jacking him off or even her steamy cunt.
The same was true for John. Except in reverse. When Tommy's pecker was pushing into Sally's asshole and she was grunting from the effort, their motion was pulling his prick out of her snatch. And as Tommy came out, John's cock crammed back into her sex hole with a vengeance.
Sally could feel both motions simultaneously and after a while she couldn't tell one from the other. They were just both ecstatic.
She felt like two plungers of pleasure were entering and leaving her from the front and the back and she was trapped between them. She had no strength left. It had all been drained out of her. All that was left was the vibrant energy of her pleasure filled cunt and asshole.
This is wrong, she told herself. At the same time she prayed: don't stop. Go on. Go on and on and on forever. Fuck my asshole and my cunt and eat my tunes but don't stop ever and ever and ever!!
"Faster," John urged his little brother. "Fuck Mother's asshole faster. Give it to her. Pound her asshole!"
Tommy seemed mesmerized by his brother's demanding voice. His hips speeded up, sling shooting against her rear with rapid-fire force that threatened to tear her asshole. But the new pain-pleasure was welcome to Sally. She was ready for something bigger and better. She needed the new sensation and she felt herself soaring on the dual pounding of two boyish peckers.
"Uhuhuhuhuh! Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned in encouragement.
The two boys heard her words and pounded into her cunt and butt harder and harder. She was breaking up. She could barely feel them as individuals. She was just one great big fuck vessel and the pounding filled her with wild pleasure.
She thrust her cunt down and took John's cock deeper than ever before and her sudden movement threw Tommy's rhythm off and his penis sank into the squishy depths of her asshole at the same time.
Sally screamed with pleasure. It was as if the two cocks had touched and short circuited and sent a violent flash of electricity through her throbbing body. She felt like a flash fire.
And then the two boys were jerking and twisting on and under her. Their little penises were spurting load after load of hot, white jism into her waiting, willing snatch and rectum.
It was like molten lead filling her sore sex holes. To Sally she knew that in the future she could think of them both as sex holes. And the wonderful load of cock juice that filled her from both ends was ambrosia. Her cunt and asshole sucked greedily at the children's peckers, draining them until there was no more left.
Sally was practically asleep as the boys squirmed free.
"We're going out to play. Mom," one of them said.
"All right, children," she thought she answered. And she was even less sure of what she thought she heard!
"Listen next time I get to fuck Mom's ass, all right?"
"Yeah. I guess, John. If Mom says so…"
"If I say so!"
"Well…"
"I told you what to do, didn't I? You wouldn't hope know…"
"Yes I would have."
"No you wouldn't hope known anything. You wouldn't know an ass from a twat if I hadn't told you about them…"
"Well… I fucked Mom first."
"So it's my turn to be first next time…"
"Doing what?" Tommy asked curiously. His belligerence had changed to curiosity.
"You'll see. You just wait and see!"
Doing what? Sally asked herself. What else is there to do?
She shivered and wondered what her little son could know that she didn't know.
She was older.
She was stronger.
She was more experienced.
Wasn't she? Of course she was. So what could John know about sex that she didn't know? She'd have to get to the bottom of that bragging and see what he had in mind. That was the only way.
Having decided what she was going to do, Sally was able to slip into her own little world of contentment and fall asleep, one hand tightly clutching her crotch and the other caressing her pleasantly sore rectum.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
During the day the sun was hot on the mountainside. The cold air of the night was whisked away and it was almost too hot for Tommy to sit in the elderberry bush over the stream fed pond. But he wasn't going to move for anything.
The things he and John had done with their mother had changed the boy's whole outlook. Nothing would ever be the same again particularly in the way he looked at girls.
And that was what Tommy was doing. Sitting in the bush he had an unobstructed view of the pond twenty-five feet below him – and of the two little blonde haired girls playing in the chill water. Normally Tommy wouldn't have bothered to look at a couple of girls. But these two were different. They were naked.
What had happened between Tommy and his brother and his mother had given the eleven year old an entirely new perspective on girls. And at the moment, perched in the bush, he was exercising his new perspective.
The two girls were as unlike his mother as anything could be. His mother was lush with soft swelling tits and bright red nipples and a hairy crotch. But the two girls were lithe and young. Their bodies were straight and slender. Only the hint of breasts showed on their smooth young chests. Even the nipples were more like boys' breasts than girls' breasts.
But they were different between their legs. And that, Tommy had learned, was what really counted.
Where he had a prick that dangled in front, their smooth, hairless bellies dipped and dipped until they slid under their crotches and opened a long, smooth crack that seemed to split them open. At the top, the crack was dimpled and Tommy knew from tonguing his mother's slit that the girls probably hid their clitorises there.
But what most intrigued Tommy was the chance of getting his penis into the clever little holes between the girls' slender young legs. He wondered if their holes were smaller or tighter. He didn't know if he could get into a smaller one than his mother's. The last time he had had to struggle to get into that. He didn't know what he'd do if it was too tight.
Another thing that kept Tommy where he was was the way the two girls were acting.
They giggled a lot and held onto each other. Girl stuff, Tommy would have said before. But he noticed that they were all the time touching each other's budding breasts or sliding a hand between the other's thighs. And he knew what that meant.
Finally, the boy could stand it no more. The two girls were standing ankle deep in the water belly to belly and holding each other and giggling something fierce when he stood up in the bush and slithered down the hillside.
The girls hadn't noticed him and he was standing on the edge of the pond studying them with an intensity small boys reserve for the alien and different. From between their spread thighs, two streams of yellow liquid tinkled down into the pond water. They had their lower bellies pressed tight together and the streams almost mingled.