Two Boys In Her Bed
by Marcia Chaney


FOREWORD 

Often when we form a new relationship, we have something in our past we wish 
to, if not outright hide, at least try to forget or ignore, and Wilma, new 
wife of Donald Johnson, was no exception. She wasn't so much shamed of the 
fact she had been a prostitute, she just didn't feel he might show 
understanding and acceptance of her. 

Wilma thought she was worldly wise and morally blase because of her past, 
but when Donald, who worked nights, suggested she might be "friendly" with 
his sons for her benefit and theirs she was shocked. And when Donald made 
her run around the house nude and made advances to her in front of the two 
boys, she was shocked ... and secretly excited. 

It may be a commoner fantasy than most people think, this erotic play being 
forced on a woman in front of two hunky boys, for although appalled by the 
turn of events and her new husband's evident desire to see her bed down his 
two sons, she was more turned on by the idea than even she would admit to 
herself ... And from there it was only a short hop to the boys' bed and the 
nightly delights of two fresh young studs.... 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

"Wilma! Aaahhh, Wilma! Uuuuuummmmmnnn!" 

Donald Johnson moaned as his wife mouthed his big hard peter. She had 
unzipped his pants right there in the kitchen and taken it out. She had 
worked his dick with her fingers until it was hot and stiff. When she had it 
worked up into a full-fledged hard-on, she had knelt down between his legs 
and pushed her mouth over the end of it. She had sucked it down inside her 
mouth and throat. She was licking up a storm and pushing and pulling with 
her lips. 

"Oooohhhh! Ahhh, Wilma!" Donald stared down at his wife of only two short 
weeks, watching her gobble up his cock. 

"Uuuhhh! Mmmmmnnnnn!" she moaned around her mouthful of peter. 

"The boys!" Donald said, gasping. "Man, if one of them walked in now ... 
Ooohhh!" 

Right outside the kitchen door, Petie Johnson strained his ears. He pressed 
right up against the door. He listened to his father's excited moans and the 
slurping, sucking noises of Wilma's mouth working on his hard cock. 

Petie's big cock stiffened up in his pajamas. He reached down and rubbed the 
growing bulge between his legs, getting it even harder. Although he was a 
bit simpleminded, acting more like a thirteen-year-old than a young man of 
twenty-one, his cock was certainly that of a twenty-one year old. He could 
shoot out a virtual fountain of cum, and he loved touching himself down 
there to make it happen. 

The noises from the kitchen grew louder and more excited. Petie could even 
hear his new stepmother moaning with delight as she mouthed his 
forty-five-year-old father's hard-on. 

"Petie, what are ya doin'? " 

"Shhh," Petie whispered, holding his index finger up to his lips in a signal 
for Michael, his older brother, to be quiet. "Come here and listen." 

Michael crept up to the door with a puzzled expression. He pressed close. 

"Uuuummmmmnnnnnggg! Mmmmmmnnnnn! Oh, Wilma! It's building up! Aw, it feels 
great. I'm gonna cum if you keep suckin' me like that!" 

"Damn," Michael said, meeting his brother's eyes. "She's suckin' him." 

Petie nodded. The two young men pressed their ears back up to the door, not 
wanting to miss a single sound coming from the kitchen. "I wish we could see 
'em," Michael said. 

Petie went back to rubbing his cock through the front of his pajamas. He 
glanced at Michael to see his reaction. 

Michael smiled weakly when he saw what Petie was doing, but he said nothing 
since his own cock was growing stiff in his pajamas as he listened to their 
stepmother give their father a blow job. Reaching down, Michael opened up 
his fly and hauled out his peter. He wrapped his fingers around it and began 
jerking off. 

The noises coming from the kitchen grew louder and more excited. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Their father worked his hips in a fucking motion. He 
drove his throbbing erection in and out of Wilma's mouth. Her tongue worked 
around over his smooth-skinned cock. It ran up and down its length as she 
mouthed and sucked it. The fingers of her right hand pushed their way up ger 
gut, cuntal furrow, She masturbated shamelessly as she blew him. 

Her left hand held the base of her husband's erection firmly. She bobbed her 
head up and down, pushing and pulling on the loose outer skin of his shaft 
with her lips. 

"Ohhh, baby! Aaahhh! Suck me! Oh, it's good!" Donald closed his eyes and 
moaned. His legs trembled around Wilma's sucking face. The sensations 
mounted in his throbbing mancock. His balls swelled in preparation for 
orgasm. They pressed against the front of his pants. 

Sensing that the sensations were mounting in his prick, Wilma worked her 
mouth faster and sucker harder than ever. The powerful vacuum she was 
creating in her throat was literally pulling at his peter. 

"Ooohhh! Aaahhhh! Mmmmmmnnnn!" Michael's and Petie's fists whipped up and 
down on their peters so fast that they appeared as blurs around their 
erections. Their hard male bodies trembled as they listened to the sounds in 
the kitchen. 

Petie's erection quivered solid and red as his fingers pulled his cockskin 
on and off his peterhead. He gasped and moaned. Little dribbles of crystal 
clear fluids oozed out his peter-hole and he smeared them up and down his 
prick, gasping with delight. 

Michael grunted even more excitedly. He gasped as he pulled up a big 
dribbled of sticky pre-cum juice from his cockhead. He panted desperately 
and pulled the loose skin of his cock up and down over his hard inner 
cockshaft. Standing there in their pajamas, their big cocks sticking out, 
the two masturbated excitedly as they listened. 

"Ooohh, Wilma! Uuuunnnnnggghhhh! What are ya doin' to me? Aaaggghhhhh! Oh, 
it's buildin' up!" 

Wilma sucked with the expertise which only a woman of her former profession 
could possess. Her lips, her tongue, her mouth, her throat all were at work 
swirling around Donald's big peter, pumping up and down, licking at its 
skin, creating a vacuum that was sucking at his very essence. 

"Uuuummmmnnn! Mmmmmmnnnn! Uuuuuhhhhh!" She moaned excitedly as she worked 
her index finger right up inside her pussy as she knelt before her husband, 
mouthing his hard-on. 

Donald stared down excitedly, watching her mouth move up and down on his 
prick. He saw her hand working frantically beneath her houserobe as she 
masturbated before his eyes. "Honey! Aw, baby!" Donald's whole body 
stiffened. His eyes grew wide as the sensations mounted in his mancock stem. 
His legs quaked around her sucking face. He gasped loudly. His cock jerked 
in a violent spasm, then began to erupt. 

"Oh, it's cummin'! " He closed his eyes. "Aaaggghhh! Aw.fuck! SUCK ME! AGH!" 
He gasped with excitement and pumped his hips desperately. His huge hard-on 
plunged in and out of his wife's mouth. His cum-spewing prick was forced 
down into the innermost depths of her cock-hungry throat. 

"Uuuummmmmnnnn! Mmmmmmnnnnn!" Wilma mouthed her husband's erection eagerly. 
She shoved two more fingers up inside her cunt. Her pussy exploded. Waves of 
beautiful sensations flooded out in all directions from their point of 
origin down between her legs. Her whole body shook as her cunt throbbed 
hotly around her fucking fingers. 

Grunting and panting, Donald slammed his crotch down against his wife's 
cock-filled face. He worked his hard-on in and out as it spewed forth its 
big load of man-cum, shooting ropes of pearly jism across her tongue, 
coating the hot, hungry membranes of her sucking mouth. 

Outside the door, Michael amd Petie rubbed up a storm down between their 
legs. Their quivering hard-ons were throbbing violently. Petie's huge cock 
quivered in orgasm. The slit-like mouth at its end opened and closed as he 
panted and grunted, his whole body trembling in his pajamas. 

Michael, his jerking six-inch stem red and swollen in his fingers, gasped. 
He stared down and watched as his pee-hole opened and a big spurt of whitish 
milk came shooting out, splattering down onto the floor at his feet. "Ahhh! 
Oh! Aaaggghhhh!" His whole body trembling, Michael pumped his hand faster, 
pulling up another, then another big spurt of juicy semen. The floor at his 
feet became covered with sticky splotches. Globs of hot cum were splattered 
all over the floor in front of the door. 

Cooing with delight, both brothers flailed their fingers over their peters 
until the sensations of their orgasms subsided. 

"Ohhh, fuck! That's the best blow job you've ever given me," Donald said. He 
moaned as Wilma, her lips still pushed down over his peter, mouthed it 
gently, no longer sucking, but just enjoying having his cock in her mouth. 
She pulled her lips right up the length of his cock, then released it. Still 
holding it at its base with her fingers, she licked it clean. 

"Ahhh, Jeez!" Donald stared down, his eyes wide with amazement. He just 
couldn't get over how much Wilma liked sucking cock. The only thing about it 
that bothered him, was that maybe she liked it too much. He wondered if he 
could give her as much hot peter as she needed. If he had known the truth 
that she had received constant doses of prick in the whorehouse where she 
had worked he would have indeed been worried, that is, if he didn't kill her 
for keeping her former profession secret from him, telling him that she had 
just been a secretary. 

"Donald," Wilma said, looking up at him. "Why don't you skip work tonight?" 

"You know better than that, honey," he said, patting her on the head as she 
struggled to force his still-throbbing organ back into his fly. "I've just 
been gone two weeks. I can't call in sick or somethin' the first day." 

"I need your cock, Donald," Wilma said, working her fingers in her cunt. 

Donald stared down grinning. "You're gonna get it, honey. Tomorrow when I 
get home, I'm gonna be so hungry for your pussy there ain't gonna be no 
stoppin' me. You ain't gonna need those fingers tomorrow, that's for sure." 

Wilma grinned. "The little fucker just doesn't want to go back in, Donald." 
She was having trouble shoving Donald's huge hard-on back into his fly. 

"You better let me do that, Babe. He's too much for one woman." Donald 
reached down and finished stuffing in his cock and zipped up his pants. 
"Shit, I'm gonna be late. I've gotta get out of here." 

Wilma stared at her new husband miserably as she watched him button up the 
front of his security guard uniform and prepare to go to work. 

"The honeymoon's over, Honey," Donald said, trying to get her to smile. 
"Back to the old grind." He picked up the lunch she had prepared for him, 
still smiling. 

Wilma forced herself to smile back at him, but to her it was no amusing 
manner. Just married to Donald only two short weeks ago, she was already 
becoming a bedroom widow. Donald's job as night watchman at the nearby 
shopping mall meant she would be sleeping alone. 

As she drove her fingers clear down inside her cunt, she raised her head to 
peck him a good-bye kiss when he bent over, then watched him head out the 
door. Wilma caught her self having second thoughts about the wiseness of her 
decision to marry Donald. 

She would have little or no more companionship than before, and certainly 
her sex life would be seriously reduced, considering her former profession 
which she had somehow managed to keep secret from her husband. She was even 
burdened now with two boys in their twenties. Between 

Donald and them, she would be forced to slave in the kitchen and laundry 
room all day long. 

In fact, the only true advantage Wilma was getting out of the marriage was 
that she no longer had to work. That, to her, was no advantage. She had 
truly enjoyed her former job. Being a hooker had been fun. 

A few feet away from her, hidden from her view by the closed kitchen door, 
his sons, their cocks now inside their pajamas, stared down at the splotches 
of hot male cum on the floor. 

Petie eyeballed their cum with excitement and curiosity as he marveled at 
the phenomenon of orgasm. The act of shooting out his cum never failed to 
fascinate him. 

They both stared down, wondering how they could wipe up the evidence of 
their self-abuse before it was discovered by their stepmother. 

"Get me some Kleenex, quick, Petie," Michael said, shuffling his feet 
nervously. 

"It's in the kitchen," Petie said. "I'll go get it." 

"Hurry!" 

Petie thrust open the kitchen door and slid inside, quickly shutting it so 
Wilma couldn't see his brother outside, standing over their spilled semen. 

"Awww, gee!" Petie's eyes grew wide at the sight confronting him on the 
other side of the door. 

Wilma was squatting down on the floor, her houserobe pulled up around her 
waist, and her legs spread wide. Her cunt was in plain sight and Petie could 
see everything. She had her hand down between her legs and was pushing her 
fingers in and out of the hole in the midst of her dark shining hairs. 

"P-Petie!" Wilma stared at Petie with shock. 

Petie's face was a bright red, and Wilma's face was quickly becoming that 
very same color. 

"I want some Kleenex," Petie said quickly, his eyes riveting in on the 
exciting sight of her fingers crammed up inside her pussy-hole. Petie 
hurried on by, staring down between her legs all the while. He reached out, 
feeling for the Kleenex on the counter. 

Wilma regained her senses somewhat and jerked her fingers out of her pussy 
and shoved down her robe. Petie turned his head away 

"Listen, Petie, I-" 

"I have to blow my nose," Petie said grabbing up a huge handful of Kleenex. 

Wilma didn't know what to say to the boy, but she definitely wanted to say 
something. 

"I'm gonna blow my nose. I aw, Jeez." Petie blushed. 

Wilma, embarrassed though she was at having been caught in the act of 
masturbating by her simple-minded stepson, observed nevertheless by the way 
Petie was acting that he was up to something. He was nervous and making too 
big a deal out of blowing his nose for him to really be in the process of 
performing that simple little act. 

"I gotta take the whole box of Kleenex," Petie said. 

He started past her toward the door, but Wilma put a hand on his shoulder to 
stop him. "What's wrong, Petie?" 

"N-nothing's wrong." 

"What do you really want that Kleenex for?" 

"I uh want to blow my nose." 

"Petie!" Wilma tapped her foot and stared at the simpleminded twenty-one 
year old. He blushed and stared down at his feet. 

"Oh, no." Outside the kitchen door, twenty-two year old Michael moaned in 
despair. He knew Wilma suspected something. She wouldn't let Petie go until 
she knew what was up. Blushing with shame as he stared down at his splotches 
of cockfluids on the floor, Michael wanted to shrink up so small he could 
crawl under his bed and hide. He turned and ran from the scene of his crime 
to his and Petie's bedroom and sat on his bed, waiting and listening as the 
kitchen door swung open and Wilma stepped out. 

Petie was trembling beside her as she stared down at the tell-tale splotches 
of shimmering male semen. 

"Petie!" she said, looking straight into the young man's eyes. 

Petie's eyes went wide as he realized she was blaming him alone for the 
cum-streaked floor. "N-no!" Petie said, his face growing red, his lower lip 
quivering. 

"Shame on you, Petie," Wilma said. 

"I I mean aw," Petie said. "Aw, gee!" Petie didn't want to tell on his 
brother, but he definitely didn't want to take the blame for the mess they 
both made in front of the kitchen door. 

"You were playing with yourself, weren't you, Petie?" 

Petie's penis was stiffening up in his pajamas. He always died with dismay 
when he had no control at all over his big wiener. His cock would get hard 
at a moment's notice and quiver up to embarrass him. 

"Give me the Kleenex," Wilma ordered, holding out her hand. 

Petie handed it to her, his fingers trembling. 

"I don't mind the mess you made, Petie," Wilma said, not wanting to make 
Petie feel guilty for masturbating. She knew that that act was natural among 
all males. "I just don't like to have you lie about it." 

Petie was desperate. He didn't want to be blamed for something he didn't do 
alone and have Wilma angry with him before he even had a chance to get to 
know her. 

Bending down, Wilma proceeded to wipe up the sticky splotches of semen. Her 
legs spread apart as she did so. Her houserobe was riding up, and Petie 
could see straight down between her legs. He could see her cunny plainly. 
His aching peter jerked up even harder in his pajamas sticking up making an 
obvious bulge. 

"I-I didn't do it by myself. Michael did it, too." 

"Petie, shame on you," Wilma said, looking up into his eyes. She caught 
sight of his prick jerking around uncontrollably in his pajamas. 

Petie was stammering with embarrassment. "Really," he said, "We both did 
it." Tears were in his eyes. His whole body was shaking. 

Wilma finished wiping up the big splotches of semen. She was truly surprised 
that he could shoot out so much semen and especially surprised that 
afterward his prick was still capable of becoming aroused. What really 
surprised her was the huge quantity of semen he had spilled. Maybe he was 
telling the truth. Maybe it had been both Petie and his brother who had been 
jerking off outside the kitchen. Wilma stiffened and her houserobe rode 
completely up above her cunny, exposing it completely to Petie's excited 
eyes. 

She suddenly realized that whoever had spilled his semen had been listening 
to what she had been doing to Donald in the kitchen. It became very 
important that she find out for certain which one it had been, or, if it had 
been both of them. There was only one way Wilma knew to find out, and she 
had to act quick before the evidence disappeared. She had to examine both 
boys between their legs to see if there was any semen on the ends of their 
pricks. If there was cum still oozing out the end of one of their peters, 
that was the one who had been listening. How to go about getting between the 
legs of each of the two to examine their cocks that was going to be the 
problem. 

"Petie, I know you're the one who did it," Wilma said. "I can tell by that!" 
She nodded toward his midsection where his cock was throbbing visibly inside 
his pajamas. To her amazement there was actually a wet spot right where his 
dickhead was jerking. 

"Nooo! Oh, shit!" 

"I can tell, Petie. All I have to do is look at it." 

Petie was shaking harder, and his peter was leaping in such big spasms that 
it threatened to pop right out the front of his pajamas. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"All I have to do it look at it," Wilma said. "I'll be able to tell if 
you've been playing with it or not." 

"Ohhh!" The wet spot grew bigger in the front of the Petie's pajamas. 

Wilma finished wiping up the semen on the floor. She stuck the cum-sopped 
Kleenex into the pocket of her houserobe. "I think you better let me take a 
look, Petie," she said. 

"N-no!" 

"I think you were playing with it," Wilma told him. "I think you're the one 
who did this, Petie, and I don't like hearing you blame it on Michael. All I 
have to do is look, and I can tell if you've been playing with yourself or 
not." 

"Uh I " Petie searched desperately for words as he saw her fingers moving up 
toward the front of his pajamas. 

Her fingers trembling, Wilma began unfastening his top button. Petie moaned 
in despair. Wilma opened the second button, and his pajama fly began falling 
open. One more button and his penis would be entirely exposed. 

Her fingers moved down to that vital button. 

"Ohhh! Oh, no!" Petie moaned as the button was slowly unfastened. 

Taking her hands away, Wilma watched as Petie's pajama bottoms tumbled down 
around his ankles exposing his naked, trembling legs and his genitals 
between them. His big round balls were well covered with hair. They pulsed 
beneath his hard, red, six-inch cock. His peter was sticking up at a stiff 
angle, hard and red and swollen. The head of it was covered with the sticky 
emissions which were oozing out his piss slit. 

Petie stared down. His face was red with embarrassment. To his dismay, the 
muscles in his cock were jerking in uncontrollable spasms, causing his prick 
to leap around before his stepmother's unbelieving eyes. 

"You really were having a fine time with it, weren't you, Petie?" she asked. 

"Oh, Christ." The piss slit in the end of Petie's dick opened and closed as 
it throbbed hard as an iron before her excited eyes. 

"Tell the truth, Petie," she insisted. "It was just you, wasn't it?" 

"No. I I was playin' with it, yes. I told you that, didn't I? But it wasn't 
just me, honest. Michael was doin' it, too." 

Wilma stared into her stepson's big eyes, then allowed her gaze to drop 
slowly back to where his huge erection was quivering hard and red between 
his slender male legs. She couldn't help but be fascinated at the sight of 
his big hard-on. It was magnificent even better than Donald's. For such a 
slender guy, Petie was very well equipped. She watched the veins in the side 
of his prick pulse as blood surged through them. She watched little dribbles 
of pre-cum ooze out onto the tip of his cockhead. 

Petie was really blushing now. 

Wilma was also blushing. She wasn't accustomed to becoming embarrassed, but 
she blushed now as she stared at Petie's rock hard cock and big throbbing 
testicles. She blushed because she was actually tempted to reach out and 
touch Petie's huge prick. She was actually tempted to make sexual advances 
on her own stepson. 

"All right, Petie, I believe you. I believe you didn't do it alone. I 
believe you when you say Michael was doing it with you." 

"Can I, uh, pull up my damned pajama bottoms now?" Petie asked, a deep 
embarrassed red. 

Wilma couldn't pull her eyes away from Petie's jerking erection. "Not yet," 
she said. She reached out and stopped him from bending over to pull up his 
pajamas. "First I want to know if you were listening to your father and me 
in the kitchen." 

Petie's blush grew even deeper and Wilma gave a little moan of despair, 
realizing that Petie had indeed been listening. "Is that why you were 
playing with yourself?" she asked. 

Petie nodded, avoiding her eyes. 

"And Michael?" 

Petie nodded again. 

"You were both listening?" 

"Yes. I know we shouldn't have been. Aw, gee." 

"Tell me what you heard," Wilma said. "We we heard you, you know doin' it to 
him." 

Wilma closed her eyes as though that could block out that horrible fact from 
existence. "All right, Petie," she said, "you can pull up your pajamas." She 
didn't ask for any more details. It was obvious that both brothers had heard 
everything. The less said about it now, the better. 

Petie bent over and jerked up his pajama bottoms to hide his burgeoning 
cock. "Michael's gonna kill me," he said. 

Wilma rose slowly. "Why, Petie." 

"Because I told on him." 

"Don't worry, Petie. I'm not going to say anything to Michael." 

"You're not gonna bawl him out, promise? I should never have told on him, 
but I just couldn't take all the blame alone." 

"No, Petie, and I don't want you to say anything to him either. We don't 
want to embarrass him. The less said about it now, the better." 

Petie nodded. "I guess," he said. 

"All right, Petie, you go ahead now. I'm going to wash the dishes." 

Petie took off through the house toward his and Michael's bedroom, all too 
happy to have the embarrassing conversation with his stepmother at an end. 

"You turd!" Michael said as he walked in through the bedroom door. 

Petie's face went scarlet. 

"I heard you tell her." 

"Michael, I had to tell her. I didn't want her think it was just me." 

"You're just a fuckin' turd." 

"Come on. Cut it out." 

"You're a turd!" 

"Michael! Stop callin' me that!" He ran toward his brother, but Michael 
pushed him back roughly. "Michael!" 

Suddenly Wilma was standing in the doorway. "What's going on here?" 

"He knows I told you," Petie said. 

Michael, blushing deeply, avoided Wilma's eyes, embarrassed because she knew 
he had masturbated. 

"No both of you, behave yourselves. Just because Donald's gone-" 

"He's a turd, too," Michael said. 

It was all Wilma could do to keep from laughing. "Michael, you heard me. 
Both of you. Stop it. I'm counting on you two, now." Wilma turned and headed 
out the door. She had scarcely disappeared from view when the scuffling 
began again, accompanied by loud shouts from both brothers. 

She returned and stood facing the two brothers, tapping her foot 
disapprovingly. "All right, now I want both of you to behave. One more 
time..." She let her voice trail off suggestively. She glared at them a long 
moment, then headed back out the door. 

She had scarcely begun to wash dishes when the shouting started again, this 
time even louder, and accompanied by an exceptionally loud cry from Petie. 

Wilma hurried back to the boys' bedroom, bristling with anger. The two were 
on the bed, wrestling. 

"He tore my pajamas!" Petie cried out. His eyes were half filled with tears. 
"Look what he did!" 

The brothers separated as she moved forward with grim determination written 
all over her face. Petie was holding together his pajama bottoms. While 
wrestling, Michael had pulled at them, and all the buttons had popped off 
onto the bed. 

"All right," Wilma said, her eyes flashing. "There's only one way to settle 
this. Petie, you're sleepin' with me tonight." She said it innocently 
enough. She thought of Petie as an innocent thirteen-year-old not as the man 
he really was. "You heard me! And, Michael, I'm ashamed of you. You're old 
enough to know better." 

Michael remained silent, He glared at her, as though angry that she had 
found out what he had done outside the kitchen door. 

Wilma grabbed Petie by the hand and pulled him from the bedroom. She made 
him sit on a chair while she continued with the dishes. There were tears in 
his eyes. As Wilma washed the dishes one by one and set them in the rack to 
drain, she wondered if she had been too rough on the boy. After all, he was 
so innocent and he couldn't really help it all and here she was, glaring, 
screaming, and shouting. 

She searched for some means to break the ice with Petie. "Petie, you want to 
help me by drying the dishes?" she asked. 

Petie got up eagerly, anxious to make everything all right again. His pajama 
bottoms tumbled around his ankles. He stared down embarrassed as his peter 
and balls were once again exposed to his stepmother's eyes. He looked up at 
Wilma. A smile curled up at the edges of Wilma's lips, and then she laughed. 
Petie couldn't help but join in her laughter. 

Reaching down, he pulled his pajama bottoms back up. He held them in place 
with one hand while he took a dish towel in the other. It was obvious he 
wasn't going to be able to dry dishes and hold his pajamas up at the same 
time. 

Still laughing, the two of them surveyed the situation. 

"Take them off, Petie," Wilma said at last. "I'll sew the buttons back on 
when we're finished." 

Giggling impishly, Petie let his pajama bottoms fall back down around his 
ankles and stepped out of them. He picked them up and put them on a chair. 
Moving around the kitchen in nothing but his pajama tops, the lower portion 
of his body completely naked, he proceeded to dry the dishes. His exposed 
cock and balls flopped around in plain view. His cock was still a little red 
from the vigorous rubbing he had been giving it a few minutes earlier. The 
very tip of it was covered with sticky juice. 

Wilma spent more time glancing down between the boy's legs than she did 
concentrating on the dishes. She nearly broke two plates. 

"It feels funny, runnin' around without anything on," Petie said. It was 
obvious that he was excited at running around, exposing himself before his 
stepmother's eyes. 

For a brief second, Wilma had a pang of guilt about what Donald would think 
if he knew he was allowing his youngest son to expose himself before her 
eyes. She brushed the feeling aside. The boy just wasn't quite all there. 
How could Donald possibly be jealous? Yet he would have had reason to be 
jealous, for Wilma was eyeing the boy's peter constantly. For some reason it 
fascinated her, and she couldn't keep her eyes off it. 

Petie knew she was looking at him, but pretended not to notice. Humming 
cheerfully as he dried the dishes, he moved all around her, striking 
different poses so she could see him clearly. He was actually teasing her 
getting a thrill out of exposing himself. 

Wilma knew he was going through that stage that many men went through after 
onset of puberty, the stage in which they became cocky exhibitionists and 
showed off their pricks. Petie reminded her exactly of Chuck, the boy next 
door, of Wilma's childhood. 

Chuck had always blushed with embarrassment when Wilma had dropped his pants 
out behind the garage. Yet he became an unsurpassed exhibitionist in his 
bedroom at night. Knowing that Wilma's bedroom was exactly opposite his own, 
and knowing she was watching, he was always prancing around stark naked, 
just as Petie was doing right this moment in the kitchen. 

Chuck had carried the matter to extremes, however. He had allowed his penis 
to get hard, manipulated it with his fingers standing right in front of the 
window, and all of this with the inside of his bedroom lit up so that 
peering across it was like looking at a television set. Almost every night 
he stretched out naked atop his bed and masturbated to orgasm, knowing full 
well she was watching from across the way. 

Wilma wondered if Petie was capable of going to such extremes. She thought 
back to how Chuck had blushed when she had brought the subject up when she 
dragged him off behind the garage to pull down his pants and play with his 
peter. He always seemed pleased to know that she had been watching, but 
never made a comment. Nevertheless the very same night he'd be naked up 
there in his bedroom doing it again. 

Wilma trembled and her heart raced a little faster when she saw Petie's huge 
dick stiffening up slightly between his legs. It stayed that way, sticking 
out half hard, as Petie pranced around picking up the wet dishes, drying 
them off and setting them on the table. 

Wilma nearly broke two plates, she was so preoccupied with watching the 
boy's half-stiff twenty-two-year-old peter. 

"I'm glad I get to sleep with you tonight," Petie said. "Daddy lets me sleep 
with him sometimes, too. Michael used to sleep with him, but he doesn't like 
to anymore. He says he's too old." 

Wilma could well imagine why Michael no longer liked to sleep with his 
father. Michael probably laid in bed all night playing with his peter, 
something he didn't exactly want his father to know. 

"Maybe I can sleep with ya every night when Dad's workin', " Petie said. 

Wilma smiled, watching the boy's cock and balls shake as he moved over to 
put a glass on the table. "We'll see, Petie," she said. "I'm not sure we 
want to make a habit of this, but for one night I don't see what it can 
hurt." 

"I feel funny, runnin' around without my pajama bottoms," Petie said. "What 
would Michael say if he could see me?" 

"What would he say?" Wilma asked, handing Petie another wet plate. 

"I bet he'd fall right through the floor," Petie said. 

"Well, we'll get those buttons sewed back on your pajamas and we won't have 
that problem, will we?" 

"I guess." Petie almost seemed disappointed that she was going to sew the 
buttons back on his pajamas so quickly. 

"We'll have to find the buttons first," Wilma said, "and some thread and a 
needle. Do you know where your father keeps them?" 

"We can look for it. I'll help ya. We'll have to go back in Michael's 
bedroom to look for my buttons, won't we?" 

"Yes," she answered, thinking that it would give her a chance to make up 
with Michael. Somehow or another she had to make it clear that she didn't 
think any less of him just because she knew he had masturbated. She could 
imagine how the poor boy felt. Twenty-two years old, and caught 
masturbating! 

"Are you going to do it tonight, or tomorrow?'. 

"Tonight, Petie." 

"You don't have to. I can sleep like this." 

"We'll do it tonight, Petie. Come on, now, let's go look for those buttons." 

Michael lay naked on his bed, his pajamas tossed in a pile on the floor. His 
legs spread wide, he was looking up into the big mirror over his dresser 
which he had tilted at an angle so that he could watch himself on the bed. 
His hand was down between his legs, manipulating his pulsing peter, tugging 
his skin up and down. On the bed beside him was a magazine he had stolen 
from his father's bedroom a magazine which showed men and women naked, doing 
everything imaginable. He was looking at a picture of a woman who was 
sucking off two men at once. It was his favorite. The corners of the page 
were dog-eared, he had been looking at it so often in the past. 

"Ooohhh! Aaahhhh! Uuuunnnngghhhh!" 

Gasping, he flailed his hand up and down, beating his meat furiously. Though 
twenty-two, it was still his favorite sport. 

"We'd better knock first, Petie," Wilma said. 

"It's my bedroom, too. I don't have to knock," he told her. He flung the 
door open and walked into his bedroom. 

Wilma hesitated as she heard Petie cry out with shock. "Aw, Michael! He's 
playin' with himself again," Petie called back to Wilma. 

"Durn you, Petie! Close that door! Get out of here!" 

"It's my bedroom, too!" Petie said, as though he were still an adolescent. 

"Don't let her in! Shut it, Petie!" 

Wilma stood trembling in the hallway, staring past Petie at the mirror above 
the dresser. She could see Michael's head, chest, and belly reflected in it. 
It was obvious that he had removed his pajamas. Her heart pound. It was all 
she could do to resist the temptation to move through the door and get an 
eyeful of Michael, naked, playing with his peter on the bed. 

"I want my pajama buttons," Petie said. 

"Shut the door! Petie, where are your pants?" 

"Mom's got 'em. She's gonna sew my buttons on for me." 

"You shouldn't be running' around lettin' her see you like that!" 

"Michael? Petie? I'm coming in," Wilma said. 

"Aw, Jeez!" Jumping up, Michael scooped up his pajamas from the floor in a 
rush and clamped them down over his burgeoning cock to hide it from view. 

Wilma pushed the door open wide and entered the room. "What's going on 
here?" she asked. 

"This is my bedroom. You don't have any right-" 

"Michael," Wilma said, cutting him off, "we just want the buttons from 
Petie's pajamas." She stared at the young man, her eyes wide with 
excitement. Completely naked, only his wadded-up pajamas were hiding his 
genitals from her eyes. 

Petie dropped down to his knees and started looking on the floor for his 
missing buttons. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Wilma joined Petie in the search for his missing buttons, bending over and 
staring down around the floor, but the temptation was irresistible. Her eyes 
lifted up, sweeping along Michael's sleek limbs up to where his pajamas were 
hiding his cock and balls, then on up his naked belly to his chest and his 
handsome face. 

"Stop lookin' at me!" Michael said. "Just find those buttons and get out and 
leave me alone." 

"Yeah, so you can start playin' with yourself again," Petie said. 

"Petie!" Wilma said. Reaching out, she placed a reassuring hand on Michael's 
naked knee. "I don't want you to be embarrassed, Michael." 

"Oh sure! Just burst in on a guy and catch him doin' somethin', and then 
he's not supposed to be embarrassed?" 

"You shouldn't have been playing with yourself!" Petie snapped. 

"No, Petie," Wilma said. What she was about to say was really aimed at 
Michael, not Petie, but she couldn't talk directly to Michael without 
embarrassing him even further. "What Michael was doing was not wrong." 

"Playin' with himself?" 

"You heard me, Petie. All men do it." 

"Awww, cut it out! Come on! Get out and leave me alone!" Michael was red 
with embarrassment. 

"That's all he does anymore is play with himself," Petie said. 

"Petie!" Michael glared at his brother. 

"Well, it's true. You're always doin' it." 

"You don't have to tell everyone!" 

"She's our mom!" Petie said. 

"Michael's right," Wilma said to Petie. "You don't have to come and tell me 
every time he does it." 

"Awww, Jeez, I don't believe this," Michael moaned. 

"Daddy told him he does it too much," Petie said. "He says he needs a girl." 

"Petie, come on!" 

"Well, it's true," Petie said. "He caught you doin' it a couple of times, 
and he found cum all over your sheets and in your underwear." 

"Aw, no come on! Please!" Michael was begging for Petie to stop. 

"Come on, Petie," Wilma said. 

"But my buttons!" 

"We'll look for them tomorrow. Michael's right. We have no right to come in 
here like this." 

"You should have seen him," Petie said, as he walked beside Wilma down the 
hallway toward her bedroom door. "He was really playin' with it. It was big 
and hard." 

Glancing down, Wilma saw that Petie's own cock was stiffening up just at the 
thought of his big brother's erection. 

"All right, Petie, into bed with you," Wilma said, "and I want you to forget 
about what you saw in Michael's bedroom." 

Petie hopped in bed and slid under the covers. He propped his head up and 
grinned as he watched Wilma proceed to undress. 

Wilma, who had spent her adult life undressing in front of men, began 
stripping her clothes off in front of young Petie without giving it a second 
thought. She didn't realize what an effect this would have on the young man. 

Petie stared wide-eyed as she took off her houserobe and stood before him 
stark naked, her big tits and hair-covered cunnymound completely exposed. 

Under the covers, Petie's dick was stiffening up completely. He watched her 
huge breasts flop up and down as she moved over to her dresser and pulled a 
transparent nightie out of a drawer. She pulled it over her head. He stared 
straight down at her cunny while she couldn't see him, and his big dick 
throbbed hard against the covers. 

Even had Wilma been thinking, she would have been able to find nothing more 
modest in her collection of nightclothes. All she possessed were see-through 
nightgowns. 

As she moved toward the bed, she caught sight of the expression on Petie's 
face. She suddenly realized the effect this was having on the boy. Quickly 
she pulled up the covers and slipped down inside to hide her all-but-naked 
body from view. 

"Y-you're pretty," Petie said, smiling like a thirteen year old. 

"Thank you, Petie." 

"I bet Michael's jealous." 

Wilma threw the boy a questioning glance. 

"You know, 'cause I'm sleepin' with you. Did you see the look on his face 
when you told him I was goin' to?" 

"Petie, you're just sleeping with me for one reason it's the only way I can 
keep you two boys from fighting." 

"Yeah, but I still bet Michael's jealous. I know he is. I can tell." 

Wilma reached over and flicked off the light on her bedside table, drowning 
the room in darkness. She snuggled down into the bed beneath the covers and 
heaved a heavy sigh. She was glad that this unbelievable evening with the 
two boys was over at last. 

"Good night, Petie," she said. 

"Good night, Mom." 

Somehow, even with a hot-blooded young man half naked beneath the covers 
with her, Wilma fell asleep. 

"Ooohhh!" she woke up, surprised to find a hot hand caressing her naked body 
beneath the covers. "Petie!" she said, then opened her eyes to stare up into 
the face of her husband. "Oh, Honey." 

Donald grinned down at Wilma and Petie on the bed. "What is this?" he asked. 
"I'm gone one night and already I catch my wife sleeping with another man." 
He caressed her tits gently under the covers where Petie could not see him. 

"D-Donald!" Wilma giggled like a naughty schoolgirl as Donald's hand roamed 
all over her tits. 

"Guess what. Dad? I sleeped with Mom all night," Petie said. 

"I hope you were a good little boy," Donald said, winking at Wilma. His hand 
was snaking down her belly, and Wilma tensed beneath the covers. 

She uttered a little moan as his fingers moved right down to her twat and 
proceeded to run around in her pubic hairs. She moaned softly as his index 
finder pushed down inside her pussy crack. 

Donald gave a little shiver, and Wilma could see the bulge in the front of 
his pants growing bigger as his cock responded to what he was doing to her 
beneath the covers. He straightened up, withdrawing his finger from her 
snatch and his hand from the covers. He quickly began to unbutton his shirt. 

"Scoot over," he said, unfastening his pants and pushing them down. 

Wilma and Petie scooted over in the bed with Wilma in the middle as Donald 
stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. He hooked his thumbs in the 
tops of his briefs and shoved down. 

Wilma could not stifle a little moan of appreciation as his cock sprang up 
half hard above his round, sperm-filled nutsac. Donald reached down and 
scratched his balls deliberately in front of Wilma, seeing that she was 
excited by the sight of his genitals. He gave his cock a few flips so that 
it hardened up even more, then raised up the covers and crawled in with 
them. 

"I'm naked, too, Daddy," Petie said. 

"You're what?" Donald asked. "You look like you've got your pajamas on to 
me." 

"I've just got my tops on," Petie said. 

Wilma was blushing with embarrassment. "Petie and Michael had a little fight 
last night," she explained to her husband quickly. "Petie's pajama bottoms 
got torn." 

"Yeah! Mom made me take them off," Petie said. "And then she told me I could 
sleep with her." 

"I had to do something," Wilma said, her face a deep embarrassed red. "The 
way they were fighting, it was the only way I could break them up." 

"Fuck, you don't have to explain anything to me," Donald told her. "The 
family that sleeps together stays together, I always say." 

Wilma was sure he was kidding, of course, and yet, knowing Donald, he might 
very well mean exactly what he was saying. If Donald was anything, it 
certainly wasn't a prude. 

Donald snuggled right up to Wilma under the covers, and she snuggled up tot 
him, as well. On the other side of her, Petie snuggled up too, placing Wilma 
in the middle of hot male flesh. 

"Ohhh!" Wilma gave a little gasp of surprise. Donald's hand was already at 
work down beneath the covers. He had thrust it between her legs and was 
running his fingers around in her pubic hairs. 

"Ahhh, baby," he said, "I missed ya." He'd just been gone eight hours, but 
Wilma knew her husband was already so horny he could hardly stand it. She 
wondered what the poor man had done for sex before he had met her. He had 
had a wife, of course, but she had died two years ago. Probably, Wilma 
decided, it was a result of being fucked to death, knowing Donald. He had 
undoubtedly found sexual release by visiting every whorehouse in the city 
since her death. By some miracle, he had never come upon her in one of those 
establishments, or, if he had, neither one of them remembered it. But then, 
Wilma had passed little time in those houses of ill-repute themselves. She 
had been mainly free-lance, picking up trade on the street corners. Anyway, 
however he had found an outlet for his sexual drive, it didn't matter to 
Wilma. She was just as broad-minded as her husband. The fact that she had 
spent all her adult life working as a hooker was proof of that fact. 

Wilma's naked legs trembled beneath the bed as her husband's finger worked 
its way down inside her cunt. He was fingering her pussy expertly, rubbing 
her little clit button and running his finger up and down the entire length 
of her moist, feminine slit. 

Wilma cast him a warning glance, nodding in the direction of his son, but 
Donald seemed to pay no attention to her. Instead of stopping what he was 
doing, he actually began to work his index finger right up inside her pussy. 

"Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" Wilma was having difficulty controlling her reaction to what 
was happening down between her legs. Donald was really beginning to 
masturbate her now, and it felt unbelievably good. 

Reaching out with his other hand, Donald grasped Wilma's wrist and pulled it 
down beneath the covers. She moaned as she felt him wrapping her fingers 
around his giant throbbing cock. What could she say? She didn't exactly 
approve of messing around like this with the boy in the bed there right 
beside them, but he was, after all, Donald's son. She could only follow her 
new husband's lead as regarded the upbringing of his children. 

When he released her hand, she kept her fingers around his penis and began a 
slow pumping motion, drawing his foreskin up and down beneath the covers. 
She could feel him trembling in reaction to her masturbating hand. He 
intensified the wriggling of his finger up inside her cunt, making her legs 
shake with excitement. 

Petie stared down wide-eyed at the moving covers. "What are ya doin'? " he 
asked. 

"Nothing, Petie," Wilma said. "Listen, honey, why don't you go wake up 
Michael? You two brush your teeth and get ready, I'll have breakfast ready 
by the time you're done." 

With any luck, Wilma thought, she would have breakfast ready. She had a 
feeling that Donald wasn't going to let her out of this bed until he'd shot 
a load of semen clear up inside her snatch. 

Petie threw back the covers and Wilma grasped them desperately to keep him 
from uncovering them and seeing what she and his father were doing to one 
another down beneath them. 

Jumping up and prancing around the bed, Petie's big penis flopped around 
above his firm peach-sized balls. His big prick was, to Wilma's surprise, 
half stiff. She noticed with awe it compared quite favorably to the prick of 
his father. 

The boy continued to stare down at the moving covers, an excited grin on his 
face as though he knew what Wilma and Donald were doing down there. His big 
peter grew even more stiff. 

His father just stared down at his growing erection and grinned. "It looks 
to me, Son, like you'd better go get some pants on." 

Petie just grinned. "I'm getting' a big one, aren't I, Daddy, just like 
you." 

Wilma almost choked. Petie was reaching down and touching his peter fondly, 
making it quiver in half erection. He tugged the skin down off his 
peterhead. Wilma's eyes bagged at the sight. She could scarcely believe that 
Donald was allowing his son to so openly show her his cock. If the boy 
continued to finger his penis much longer, he would be displaying a full 
erection. Donald reached out and playfully slapped his half-naked son on the 
butt. "You heard what your Mom told you," he said. "Go wake up Michael." 

Petie giggled nervously as he continued to manipulate his cock, and he moved 
reluctantly toward the door as though proud to display it to his father and 
stepmother. 

"And close the door!" Donald called after him. 

"Yeah," Petie said. He obviously wanted to stay, but he closed the door and 
was gone from sight. 

The minute the door was closed, Donald threw back the covers to reveal their 
naked bodies completely. His index finger was buried clear up inside Wilma's 
cunt. He was wriggling it around, making her moan and thrash her legs with 
delight. 

Wilma ground her bare butt around on the bed, and she worked her hand 
furiously on her husband's big cock, pulling the skin up and down as fast as 
she could. The sound of his thick foreskin sliding on and off his dickhead 
made a steady popping noise. The faster she pumped her husband's big dick, 
the louder the popping noise became. 

"Ohhh!" Donald moaned with delight as the piss-slit opened in the end of his 
peter and a pearl of sticky pre-seminal fluids oozed out into view. 

Wilma drew her fingers slowly up the length of his prick right to the head 
of his cock to where the pre-cum juice was shimmering. She worked her 
fingers right into it, then began smearing it downward to lubricate his 
thick, throbbing shaft. 

"Ahhh, Jesus! Baby! Ooohhhh!" 

"Uuuuummmmm! Oooohhh!" Wilma moaned in unison with her husband. Never had 
any male turned her on as much as Donald. 

He had his index finger burrowed clear down inside her pussy, and was 
working it around and in and out like a miniature cock. At the same time, 
his thumb had located her clitoris, and he was rubbing the little love 
button gingerly, causing sensations of the utmost pleasure to thunder 
through her twat. 

"Uuuuunnnngggghhhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Wilma sobbed with pleasure. She thrust her 
midsection up so that her pussy slid up to the knuckle of her husband's 
index finger, then she plummeted back down to the bed, her pussy sliding off 
until only the very tip of his finger was still inside her. She worked up 
and down on the bed, and at the same time Donald twisted his finger around, 
making her squeal with delight. 

"Oh, baby! Let me eat that beautiful cunt of yours!" Donald said. He 
scrambled to his knees on the bed, and climbed atop Wilma as she lay with 
only her thin negligee up around her tits. He climbed atop her until the end 
of his big hard-on was brushing against her forehead, then down along her 
nose, leaving a sticky smear of pre-cum juice atop her face, at the same 
moment, his mouth reached her hot, aching pussy. The end of his cock pulled 
down to rest right against her lips. 

Wilma moaned as she felt her husband's fingers grasping the sides of her 
twat and spreading it open. She could feel his hot breath wafting down upon 
her sensitive cunt. She shivered in anticipation of what he was going to do 
to her down there with his mouth and tongue. 

At the same time she could feel the head of his peter pulsing against her 
lips. The salty taste of his cock juice began creeping into her mouth. Wilma 
darted out her tongue, lapping at her husband's big throbbing cockhead, and 
he moaned with delight. 

"Oh, yes," he said. "Suck me, honey, suck me! Oooohhh, fuck!" He drove his 
face down against her cunt, and his tongue lapped out at the sensitive 
inside of her twat as he held it open with his fingers. He began licking 
eagerly, drawing his tongue up the length of her quivering slit. When his 
tongue reached her clitoris, he held it there. 

"Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh!" Wilma moaned with delight as she felt the tip of Donald's 
tongue darting back and forth against her sensitive little love button, 
creating the most beautiful sensations imaginable down there between her 
quivering legs. 

"Oh, baby! Ohhh!" Donald moaned as Wilma's tongue worked its way down the 
underneath side of his peter clear to his balls. She took his left testicle 
into her mouth and tongued it thoroughly, then let it drop out and took in 
his right testicle. She was giving his hot nuts a tonguing that was making 
her husband moan uncontrollably as he worked his own tongue down inside her 
pussy crack. 

"Ohhh! Uuuunnnggghhhh!" Wilma was gasping with excitement. She brought her 
tongue back down the underside of his cock, darting it out, licking and 
lapping out at every square inch of hot peter flesh she could reach. She was 
giving Donald's prick a warm bath in her saliva. The pressure of her tongue 
running up and down and all around was making her husband's prick jerk in 
violent spasms. It was harder and redder than ever. The slit in the end of 
his prick opened and closed again and again, forcing out little rivulets of 
dripping cock juice. As his sticky peter fluids oozed into view, Wilma 
lapped them up eagerly and continued to lick at her husband's dick to excite 
it into oozing forth still more of his delicious love juice. 

Donald's whole body was trembling, and Wilma knew how good what she was 
doing to him must feel. She opened her mouth and allowed the end of her 
husband's quivering peter to stick down between her lips. Her tongue 
continued to lap out at the end of his oozing cock. She clamped her lips 
down and pushed them slowly but surely right up the length of his shaft 
until her chin was pressing against his belly. 

"Oooohhhh!" Donald moaned with delight, and he licked even harder at her 
pulsing pussy. His tongue was all over the inside of her hot snatch, 
flicking at her clit, then running up and down the length of her slit. 

He pulled even harder with his fingers, spreading her cunt hole open, and he 
worked his hot tongue down inside it. 

"Ooohhhh! Uuuummmmpppphhh! Uuuunnnnnggghhhhh!" Wilma's legs were shaking 
around her husband's cunt-gobbling face. Holding her lips firmly around the 
very base of her husband's cock, she began sucking as hard as she could. She 
created a powerful vacuum that tugged at every inch of his hot, pulsing 
erection. 

His cock jerked in spasms, the head of it rubbing against the roof of her 
throat. All the while she sucked on him, Wilma's tongue worked up and down 
the length of his stem. She was pushing and pulling at the loose outer skin 
of his peter and bathing it in her hot saliva. His erection quivered with 
excitement inside her mouth. 

The more she licked it, the more Donald groaned with pleasure, and the 
harder his tongue worked away down between her widespread legs. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Donald had his tongue worked clear up inside her pussy hole and he was 
wriggling it around. The sensations were building up inside Wilma's cunt. 
Donald was working her up to the point of orgasm. The harder he licked, the 
harder it became for her to hold back. 

Wilma knew he, too, was being rapidly worked up to the point of shooting out 
his sticky semen, because his cock was throbbing harder than ever inside her 
mouth and the pre-seminal juices were oozing out the slit in the end of it 
as though it were a leaky faucet. 

The strong suction of her mouth was literally milking up his precious 
cockfluids from the base of his prick to its tip. She sucked even harder, 
and she worked her tongue faster up and down the underneath side of her 
husband's hard-on. She pushed his cockskin with her tongue and slicked up 
his prick, making it wet and squishy inside her mouth. 

His legs were tensing up around her face. "UnghlUngh! Ungh!" Donald panted 
and grunted as her mouth sucked at his penis. He drove his tongue down 
inside Wilma's cunt as far as he possibly could and wriggled it hard. 

"Oooohhhhhhh!" Wilma moaned loudly around her mouthful of hot peter. She 
raised her butt up off the bed, thrusting her cunt hard against her 
husband's face. Her clitoris exploded. She squealed with delight and tongued 
her husband's peter as hard as she could while sucking at it like a 
cum-hungry cannibal. 

"Oooohhh! Aaaggghhhh!" Donald gasped desperately as he tongued out her 
pussy-hole. His whole body gave a violent shudder. His legs trembled in 
spasms around Wilma's head. His peter stiffened up, gave a violent jerk, 
then erupted inside her mouth and throat. It shot up huge rivulets of steamy 
male cum. 

Wilma lapped out her tongue at the creamy jism shooting from the end of his 
prick. She swallowed it down eagerly, and she sucked and worked her lips to 
draw up more. Her butt fell back down onto the body and her whole body 
writhed in uncontrollable excitement beneath her husband's rapidly working 
tongue. 

"Ohhh! Uuuummmppphhhh! Uuuunnnggghhh!" Donald gasped desperately as she 
tongued and sucked at his spewing peter. His semen shot out in spurt .after 
spurt to fill her mouth and throat. 

"Ooohhh!" Giving one last gasp, Wilma collapsed limply on the bed, her mouth 
falling away from her husband's penis. A little dribble of semen oozed down 
onto her cheek as her husband rolled over beside her on the bed, exhausted. 

"Ahhh, baby," he said. "Ooohhhh!" 

Wilma licked her lips to get up every last drop of her husband's cock syrup 
and grinned at him. 

"You kinda like that white stuff, huh?" Donald asked, grinning back at her. 

"Oh, yes," Wilma said. "I love it." "Me, too," he said, licking his lips, 
savoring the taste of hot pussy still upon them. 

The bedroom door burst open and Petie came prancing in, still in just his 
pajama tops. His big penis was every bit as hard as it had been when he had 
left the room. 

Wilma gasped with shock as she and Donald were caught stark naked on the 
bed. Her tits and pussy were completely revealed, and Donald's penis was 
still hard and erect between his legs, glistening with Wilma's saliva. 

Petie's eyes went wide at the sight. "Aw, gee," he said, staring straight 
down at his father's saliva-streaked hard-on. "Was she suckin' ya again, 
Dad?" 

Wilma gasped and nearly choked. 

Donald stared at his son with his eyebrows raised, the corners of his lips 
turning up in a slight smile. 

Petie blushed as he suddenly realized he had given himself away. 

"What do you mean, Son?" Donald asked. 

Wilma's face was a deep embarrassed red. "Last night in the kitchen," she 
said, "before you went to work?" 

Donald gave a nod. 

"There were Big Ears listening to everything we were doing," Wilma told her 
husband. 

Petie's blush grew even deeper. The edges of Donald's lips curled up even 
more, and it was all he could do to keep from breaking out laughing. 

"He heard you giving me a blow-" 

"Donald!" Wilma said quickly, breaking off his sentence. 

"Michael and me both heard it!" Petie said. "That's when Michael shot out 
his white stuff all over the floor." 

Donald was grinning openly now, no longer able to control his amusement. 
"When Michael What?" he asked Petie. 

"He was playin' with it, and it came out, right in front of the kitchen 
door," Petie said. "When Mom found it, she thought it was mine." 

"My goodness, the things that go on here when I'm away," Donald chuckled. 

"How come she does it to ya, Dad," Petie asked. 

Donald smiled. "You know how, when you touch your own peter, how it feels 
good?" 

Petie nodded. "Oh, yeah, it really does." 

"Well, when your mom sucks on my peter, it feels even better." 

"Aw, gee! It must feel awful good," Petie said. His eyes were wide with 
curiosity as he stared at Wilma. "Will you suck on mine, too?" he asked. 

"Petie!" Wilma said, scandalized. 

Donald was laughing outwardly now. "Well, Wilma?" he said, grinning. "Do you 
want to suck on Petie's prick?" 

"Donald!" 

"If you want to, it's all right with me!" 

Wilma's face was flushed with embarrassment. 

"I'll bet Michael would like for you to suck his, too," Petie said. 

Donald's laughter was filling the room. "I rather imagine he would," he 
chuckled. 

"When she sucks on you like that, is that what you call fuckin'? " Petie 
asked. 

Donald was laughing so hard that the tears were streaming down his cheeks. 
"No, Petie," he said, gasping to catch his breath. "See how your Mom looks 
down here?" he asked, reaching out and placing his hand on Wilma's cunt and 
spreading her pussy lips apart. 

Wilma moaned with embarrassment. 

"Aw, shit, show him. Honey," Donald said. "It won't hurt anything. See how 
she has this little hole here?" Donald asked, spreading her cunt so far 
apart that Petie could see the hole tapering downward. 

. "Yeah." 

"Well, Petie, if I stuck my peter in there and pushed it in and out, that 
would be fucking." 

"Awww, gee, stick it in there?" 

Wilma was holding her breath, afraid Petie would tell her husband how he had 
caught her masturbating the night before. 

"See?" Donald poked his index finger inside Wilma's hole, wriggled it, then 
began moving it in and out. 

Petie's eyes were wide as he watched his father finger Wilma's cunt. 

"Oh! Ohhh, Donald!" Wilma's legs trembled around her husband's masturbating 
finger. 

Donald pulled his finger out of Wilma's cunt and licked it. 

"Can I see?" Petie asked. 

His father shrugged. "Sure." 

Reaching out to where his father was still holding Wilma's cunt spread open, 
Petie stuck in his finger. 

"Ohhh! Ohhh, Donald! Petie!" Wilma moaned in protest as her stepson drove 
his finger clear up inside her pussy. 

Petie wriggled it a few times, then began working it in and out. "Is that 
what you do with your peter, Daddy?" he asked, shoving his long index finger 
in and out of Wilma's cunt. 

"That's the way you do it, Petie, and it feels real good for you and for 
her. See how much she-likes it?" 

"Donald-d-d!" Wilma could scarcely believe her husband actually doing this 
to her. 

"Take out your finger and lick it, Son." 

Petie stared at his father. "Why?" 

"Because pussy tastes good, that's why. Taste it and you'll see." 

Petie pulled out his finger and stared down at it. He was obviously not too 
enthused about licking it after taking it from between Wilma's legs. 
Nevertheless, he brought his finger up to his lips and darted out his 
tongue, licking just the tip of his finger. He shrugged. "It tastes all 
right, I guess." 

"It tastes a lot better than 'all right,' " Donald said, grinning. "Once you 
eat out pussy a few times, you really get a taste for it." 

"Eat out pussy? What do ya mean?" 

"Well, like your mom sucks my peter, I suck on her pussy." 

"Donald! Please! "Wilma moaned in protest. Her face was still a deep 
embarrassed red "How can you suck on it? There's nothin to suck!" 

Donald pulled open his wife's pussy again and pointed at her little clit 
button near the opening. "See that, Son? You suck on that, and you lick it. 
I did it to her just before you came in while she was suckin' on my peter. 
She loves it. She-likes that just as much as we like havin' our cocks 
sucked." 

"I don't know whether I like havin' my cock sucked or not," Petie said. "I 
sure wish she'd do it to me so I could find out." 

Donald just laughed and pulled his fingers away from Wilma's cunt, allowing 
her pussy lips to spring back together. 

"Wait till I tell Michael," Petie said. "I never knew all this stuff." 

"Petie, you're NOT going to tell Michael?" Wilma asked. "Now look what 
you've done, Donald." 

"Fuck, I believe in being open about these things," Donald said. "I think 
it's more healthy having all these things out in the open, don't you?" 

What could Wilma say? They were, after all, Donald's sons. It was a little 
embarrassing having him show Petie her pussy like that, and even allowing 
him to touch it, but she was game for anything and wasn't about to let 
modesty get in the way of a good marriage. 

"You really stick your peter in there?" Petie asked, nodding toward Wilma's 
cunt. 

Wilma pulled down her nightie, but it did little to hide the black patch of 
pubic hair between her creamy white thighs. 

"I'd like to try that, too," Petie said. "I'd like to know what it feels 
like." 

"Oh, no!" Wilma said, cringing on the bed. 

Donald just laughed at her. "Maybe she'll let you some day, Son. Don't 
worry, you'll find out what it's like sooner or later. I don't think your 
new mom is quite ready for that." 

That was an understatement if Wilma had ever heard one. Impossible though it 
was to believe, she actually did believe that Donald would have allowed her 
to suck off his son right there before his eyes, and even have allowed the 
youngster to climb atop her and have the first fuck of his young life with 
his stepmother. 

Wilma gave a little shiver and tried to ignore the tingling sensation in her 
cunny as she grew excited at the thought. The thought did excite her, 
however perverse it might be. 

"Is Michael up?" she asked quickly, anxious to change the subject away from 
sex. 

"Yeah, he's up," Petie said. "He's real grouchy, too. I told ya he'd be 
jealous 'cause I gotta sleep with ya last night, especially when I told him 
that I gotta see you naked when you put on your nightie last night. He's 
really gonna be jealous when I tell him that I gotta touch ya down there 
between your legs." 

"Petie!" Wilma said. "I don't think you'd better tell Michael that." 

"Why not? You heard what Dad said. He said it's all right to talk about it. 
Isn't that right, Dad?" 

"I think I'd just better keep my mouth shut while I'm still ahead," Donald 
told his son, grinning. "I'm going to let you work this out with your 
stepmother." 

Before Wilma could say anything else, Petie was already jumping up and 
running from the room. "I'll go start makin' toast for breakfast," he said. 
He was bubbling over with excitement. Wilma could well understand why. 

Donald continued to grin at Wilma when Petie was gone from the room. "That 
kid is really somethin', isn't he," he said, chuckling. 

"Petie is something?" Wilma said. "What about his old man?" 

Donald laughed. "What's the matter, honey? 

Did I embarrass you?" 

Wilma's face was still red. "You're something else," she said. "You just 
about had that boy up on top of me, fuckin' me." 

Donald laughed. "What would be wrong with that?" he asked. "I'm 
liberal-minded." 

"I'll say you are," Wilma told him. "You really wouldn't mind if I did let 
him fuck me, would you?" 

"Nope." 

"Or if I sucked his cock?" 

"No. I don't see anything wrong with it," Donald said. "If you want to do it 
with him, go ahead, You have my permission." 

"Donald! Shame on you!" 

"Fuck," he said, "we made a deal with one another at the beginning that we 
weren't going to let ourselves get bogged down in all that morality junk. I 
think the human body is the most beautiful thing in the world the unclothed 
human body, that is and I don't want my boys to be ashamed of theirs or 
ours. like I told you-" 

"I know," Wilma told him. " "The family that plays together stays together.' 
But I didn't think you meant it quite so literally." 

"Well, now you now that I do," Donald told her. "I don't expect the boys to 
be embarrassed about running around naked in front of us, and I hope you 
won't be embarrassed to run around naked in front of them, either." 

Wilma couldn't help but laugh. "Donald, running around naked in front of the 
boys is a little different than fooling around with them down there between 
their legs." 

"Yeah, well I don't mind that, either," he said. "That's up to you, Honey, 
I'm not tellin' you to do that. Just don't be so uptight." 

"Donald! You didn't just let him look at my pussy. You spread it open so he 
could see the inside. You put your finger in it right in front of him." 

"Well, what's wrong with that?" 

"And then you let him put his finger in!" 

"Shit, honey, you made his day, letting him do that to you. Did you see how 
excited he was? I've never seen that boy so happy." 

"And you let him see you like that?" Wilma nodded toward Donald's big 
hard-on which was jerking in spasms between his legs. A sticky strand of 
pre-cum juice was dangling down, dancing in the air. 

"You think I ought to be ashamed of my prick?" 

"I didn't say that. I just think-" 

"Well, if I shouldn't be ashamed of it, why shouldn't I show it to my boys? 
Come on, Honey," he said, grinning. "You'll get used to it. Just don't be so 
uptight." 

It was unbelievable that Donald, a widower with two grown sons, could be so 
much more liberal-minded than she, a former prostitute, but he was, and 
Wilma realized it. She decided she had quite a bit of growing up to do and 
she'd better hurry or Donald would have her dying from embarrassment within 
two weeks. She was beginning to even wonder if Donald would even care if he 
knew she had been a prostitute before she had met him. She seriously doubted 
that he would. He'd probably be delighted at the thought. 

She got up slowly and took her house robe from the back of the chair where 
she had put it the night before. 

"See, there you go again, honey," Donald said. "Are you cold?" 

"No, but-" 

"Then why do you need that robe." 

"You want me to go down to breakfast in just my nightie." 

"Why not?" 

"But Donald, it doesn't hide anything." 

"I know," he said, grinning, "that's why I bought it for you. You can see 
right through it. You can see your tits, and it's so short, it barely 
reached your belly button. I like to be able to look at your pussy. I can't 
think of anything else I like doin' better, unless it might be sticking my 
cock in it, or eating it out." 

"Yeah, but Michael hasn't," she said. 

"Well, he's soon going to. Come on," Donald said. He took her by the hand 
and pulled her gently but firmly from the bedroom. 

Wilma trembled and her face grew red once again as he led her through the 
house and into the kitchen where Michael and Petie were sitting at the 
table. Michael looked up and his eyes went wide when he saw Wilma in her 
nightie. He stared first down at her dark patch of pussy hairs beneath the 
bottom of the nightie, then up at her tits which were clearly revealed 
beneath the thin, transparent material, then he stared back down at her 
pussy. His mouth was hanging open, and he was holding his fork over his 
plate in a frozen position. 

His eyes moved over to his father who was standing beside Wilma stark naked, 
his big cock and balls exposed, and his prick erect and quivering. It was 
red, and the veins were pulsing in its sides. The bulbous end of if was 
covered with sticky pre-cum emissions. Even as he watched, the slit in the 
end of his dad's prick opened up, and more pre-cum juice oozed into view, 
spilling loose and dribbling down to the floor. 

Michael and Petie eyeballed Wilma's naked buttocks as they jostled while she 
walked around the kitchen. The little transparent nightie hid nothing. When 
she was facing them, they could see right through it, and her cunny was in 
open display down beneath. 

Keeping her back to the boys so that they couldn't see her pussy and 
breasts, Wilma opened the refrigerator door and got out a carton of eggs, 
then moved over to the stove. She was trembling with a mixture of 
embarrassment and excitement, for what Donald was putting her through was, 
however embarrassing, exciting as well, in a perverted sort of way. 

Donald moved right along with her through the kitchen, and the boys gasped 
when he placed his hand right on Wilma's butt-cheek. He began moving his 
fingers around in a circular motion, caressing her ass right there before 
his two sons. 

Wilma took out a frying pan, set it on the stove, and lit the burner. Her 
husband was moving his hand all over her butt, caressing both ass-cheeks. He 
was even working his fingers down into her crevice, spreading her buns 
apart. 

"Donald," she said in a low voice, "not in front of the boys." Donald just 
laughed. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Donald moved up even closer to Wilma, and the end of his sticky hard peter 
rubbed against her hip, leaving a wet streak of sticky pre-cum juice. 

Wilma broke away from him and moved to the refrigerator, and, her hands 
shaking, got out a package of bacon and moved back to the stove. 

Donald moved right up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing 
up close so that his cock stretched up right against her asscrack. His hands 
roamed up and down the front of her body, shoving up her nightie. He thrust 
his hands inside it and began playing with her titties while she worked over 
the stove. 

The boys could not see the front of Wilma's body, but it was pretty obvious 
what their father was doing. 

"Look at 'em," Petie said, grinning at Michael. 

Michael was tongue-tied. He sat speechless. 

"Donald!" Wilma protested softly as Donald fingered her nipples, exciting 
them, getting them hard and throbbing. 

He kept one hand up under her nightie, playing with her breasts, and his 
other hand began moving down over her smooth-skinned belly. She moaned as 
his fingers crept down over her navel and into her pubic hairs between her 
legs. 

Petie was giggling as he sat in his chair, watching it all. Michael was 
still in a state of shock. Both boys' peters were beginning to react to the 
exciting sight. 

Petie's prick, which had been half-hard all morning, was now throbbing up 
stiffly, pressing against his belly. Michael's cock was leaping in spasms in 
his pajama bottoms. The two boys heard Wilma utter a little moan as Donald's 
fingers spread open her cunt and his index finger began working its way down 
into her pussy crevice. He was masturbating her shamelessly, and Wilma's 
only consolation was that their backs were turned toward the boys so that 
the lads could not see what was taking place. 

"Ooohhh! Oh, Donald!" She gasped as her husband began massaging her little 
clit button, and worked his fingers in and out of her pussy-hole. She could 
feel Donald's erection pressing hotly in between her ass-cheeks. The inside 
of her butt grew wet and sticky from the fluids which were oozing out the 
tip of his prick. "Oooohhh! Oh, Donald!" 

He was pressing up as close as he could. The very tip of his throbbing 
erection pushed at the brown puckered opening of her butt-hole. He continued 
to exert pressure with his cock, as though he was trying to drive it up 
inside her rectum. 

Michael dropped his fork onto his plate. His cock was beginning to ooze down 
in his pajamas as it throbbed hard and hot above his sperm-packed balls. 

Petie, sitting there in nothing but his pajama tops, allowed his hand to 
drop down into his lap. He began toying with his genitals, flipping his 
prick around, and tugging at his foreskin to work it up and down over his 
peterhead. 

"Oh!" Michael gave a little gasp as his cock jerked so hard in his pajamas 
that it leaped right out the front of them and stood out stiffly beneath the 
table. Another surge of sticky cock-juice was surging up its length and 
oozing out onto its tip to trickle down its sides. 

It was all Wilma could do to coordinate her shaking hands enough to slap 
several sticks of bacon into the skillet. The bacon began sizzling away, 
covering up her low moans as she felt Donald's cockhead slowly forcing its 
way up inside her butt. 

She jerked forward so that his prickhead popped back out of her butt. She 
turned around to face him to prevent him from penetrating her anally. The 
only problem was that now Donald's prick was thrusting out right toward her 
cunt, and now the two boys could see everything that was going on. They 
could see Donald's cock throbbing hot and hard, the bulbous head of it 
rubbing against Wilma's pubic hairs. 

Donald reached around her, placed a firm hand on each buttock, and pulled 
her forward. The end of his erection forced its way right in between her 
pussy lips, spreading them apart. 

"Ooohhh!" Michael and Petie gasped in unison as they saw their father's 
hard-on slowly penetrate Wilma's cunt. They could see every detail of what 
was taking place. 

Donald, as though to make certain they could see, pulled Wilma around until 
they were presenting a side view to the two excited boys. They could see 
their father's prick and their stepmother's cunt in the process of coming 
together. 

"Aw, Michael, look at 'em," Petie said, his peter throbbing hard between his 
fingers. There was a steady slapping sound beneath the table as his fist 
slammed up and down atop his balls and his foreskin popped up and down over 
his aching peterhead. 

Wilma forced her arms down between her swelled up breasts and her husband's 
chest, and she pushed at him. He was too strong for her. His hard penis was 
slowly sliding up into her cunt right before the boys' eyes. His whole 
prickhead was inside her pussy-slit now, and he was still pushing to shove 
in more. He was actually going to fuck her right there in front of the boys! 

"Ohhh! Donald! Ooohhh!" Wilma gave a last desperate push, trying to force 
her husband back. It was hopeless. 

The last of her strength gone, her husband's hands pulling at her buttocks 
brought her cunt sliding slowly down the length of his hard-on. Half his 
prick inside her then three-fourths then every last inch was embedded within 
her pussy. 

"Oooohhhh!" Wilma moaned loud enough for the boys to hear as Donald pulled 
her up so tight that his nuts were rubbing in between her legs. The end of 
his cock burrowed its way into her innermost depths. He was all the way 
inside her, and the boys had seen it all. 

"Ohhh! Oh!" Petie was moaning with excitement as he whipped his masturbating 
hand up and down under the table. The noise of his jerking off filled the 
kitchen. 

Michael was sitting beside him at the table shaking with emotion. His cock 
was leaping in spasms as it stuck out from his pajama fly. It was oozing 
steadily, dribbling down sticky strands of pre-cum juice all over its length 
and down onto his pajamas. It was all he could do to keep his hands up on 
the table and not reach down and begin masturbating himself like his 
brother. 

Donald glanced over at Petie, grinning. "See, Petie, this is what you call 
fucking." 

"Ohhh! Uuuuummmmmpppphhh!" Petie was too busy whipping his hand up and down 
on his dick to reply, but his eyes were riveted in on the exciting sight of 
his father's hard-on clear up inside Wilma's cunt. 

"Ooohhh!" Wilma moaned loudly as Donald worked the muscles in the base of 
his prick, making it jerk hard up inside her. 

"What do ya think about this, Mike?" Donald asked his older son. 

"I I-" Michael could only stammer, red-faced with embarrassment, because out 
of sight beneath the table his prick was erupting. His big long throbbing 
hard-on was quivering like a vibrating iron rod and gushes of pure semen 
were shooting up through its length, geysering out his pee-hole and 
splattering on the floor beneath the table. His cum was landing everywhere 
on the rungs of the chair, on the floor, and even on the table leg. 

"Oh! Aaahhh! Aaaggghhh!" Petie, sitting beside Michael, jerking on his 
prick, was suddenly gasping and moaning with uncontrollable excitement. His 
peter was tingling as he experienced orgasm. 

Smoke began rising up from the frying pan on the stove. 

"Donald, the bacon! It's burning!" Wilma jumped on the excuse of the burning 
bacon to get away from Donald and his prick, which was burrowed up inside 
her cunt. 

Donald allowed her to pull back off his throbbing erection and move back to 
the stove. His big hard prick jerked up, slapping hard against his belly. A 
little spurt of almost pure jism oozed out the end of it and dripped down, 
dangling between his legs. 

He could tell that the way Wilma was vigorously attacking the chore of 
taking up the burning bacon and replacing it with fresh that he would be 
unable to continue his fuck until after breakfast. Turning reluctantly back 
toward the table, he moved over to join his two boys. 

Michael was sitting white-faced and shaking, the result of having shot his 
semen beneath the table without even touching his prick. 

Wilma went on with her chore of preparing breakfast, keeping her back toward 
the three males at the table as she tried to recover her composure. Never 
had she been so embarrassed in her entire life, and, as a prostitute, she 
had been embarrassed quite often and in a wide variety of ways. 

When she had finished frying the bacon and eggs at last, she brought them 
over to the table, blushing in doing so because her cunt was revealed again 
to the gaze of the two excited boys. 

She sat down opposite Michael. Even in her embarrassment she could not help 
but notice the youth's ashen pallor and his shaking hands atop the table. 
Michael just stared at her, wide eyed. 

"Do you feel all right, Honey?" Wilma asked him. 

The boy blushed. He nodded.slowly. 

"He's fine," Donald said, grinning. "He just can't get over-" 

"Here, Donald, have a piece of toast!" Wilma said quickly, handing it to 
him. 

Donald grinned, knowing she was trying to change the subject away from sex. 

"Guess what, Michael," Petie said, "Mom's gonna let me fuck 'er, too, just 
like Dad did." 

"Petie!" Wilma said. 

Donald just laughed. 

"She's even gonna suck my cock! like we heard her doin' to Dad last night, 
and like she did to him this morning." 

"Ooohhhh!" Wilma moaned with embarrassment. 

Donald was laughing so heartily she was afraid he would choke, and almost 
wished he would. 

"You will let me, won't ya?" Petie asked. Before Wilma could give the 
youngster a definite no, it was Donald who changed the subject, as though he 
didn't want that negative reply to be uttered. "You young men had better 
hurry up and eat," he said, "or you're gonna be late for work." He grinned 
at Wilma. He obviously had their morning activities all mapped out. Wilma 
knew he was going to take her into the bedroom and fuck her until he was 
exhausted, then sleep till night when he would get up to eat before 
returning to work. 

It was not that the idea was not an appealing one to her. It was just that 
she was so flustered at having him flaunt her nakedness and their sexual 
activities in front of the youngsters that her head was spinning. If she was 
as open and frank about sexual matters as Donald was, she would be spending 
more time fucking with him and his two sons than she had while earning a 
living walking the streets. The thing that bothered Wilma the most was that 
the whole idea was actually appealing to her. She loved sex. She could spend 
every waking moment sucking off cocks, having them thrust up inside her 
pussy taking it anyway she could get it. Yet there was still a little bit of 
conservatism inside Wilma's make-up. She could not quite accept the idea 
that fooling around with her two stepsons was an acceptable practice. 

Petie finished gobbling up his eggs and bacon and toast. 

Michael moved his fork around aimlessly in his plate, apparently not even 
hungry. Wilma studied him for a long moment until his eyes raised up and met 
hers. She quickly lowered her eyes, embarrassed. Petie and Donald were so 
natural about sex that it made accepting what Donald had caused to happen 
easy in their presence, but Michael was another story. The boy was quiet and 
bashful and so serious that Wilma felt ashamed at having him witness such 
perverted acts. 

Petie shoved back his chair and jumped up. "I'll be home at three-thirty," 
he said, looking at Wilma. He seemed to think that the minute he walked in 
the door from work she would be all over him, sucking his dong and letting 
him stick it in her pussy. 

Michael shoved his chair back as well, his food only one-fourth eaten. He 
got to his feet slowly. Wilma noticed the big wet stain in the front of his 
pajamas, but said nothing. It was obvious what had happened. The boy had 
shot his load while watching Donald drive his cock up her cunt. 

Michael seemed to read her mind, for he cast her a pleading look. A grateful 
expression crossed his faced when he saw she was going to say nothing. He 
knew she knew what had happened. He hurried along after Petie to their 
bedroom so they could dress and head off to work. 

"Those two boys are really somethin', aren't they?" Donald asked. 

"They're something, all right," Wilma said, "but did you see Michael? He 
looks so pale." 

"He's probably been jerkin' off too much," Donald said. 

Wilma shrugged. "I don't know. I think we'd better keep our eyes on him and 
make sure he's not coming down with something. Ohhh!" She gasped as she felt 
Donald's foot come up beneath the table right between her legs. 

He pushed his toes right against her cunny and grinned at her from across 
the table as he began wriggling his toes. 

"Donald, is that all you think about?" Still, she could not keep from 
smiling. This, after all, was one of the reasons she had married Donald. He 
loved sex every bit as much as she did. 

There were loud giggles from the other room. 

"Listen to that Petie," Donald said. "I haven't seen him this excited in a 
long time." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"I shouldn't doubt that Petie's excited," Wilma said, "after watching you 
stick your prick up in my pussy." 

"Yeahhh! Yuck, what's that stuff on the floor?" Donald bent down and looked 
down at the mess his other foot had slid into. 

"That's your son's, Michael," Wilma said. "She what you did to him?" 

"Why, that little fucker," Donald said. "I didn't know he had it in him." 

"He doesn't anymore," Wilma said, smiling. "Maybe you're right; maybe that's 
why he's so tired. He did it last night while he was listening to me blow 
you in the kitchen. He did it again this morning." 

"And, probably, he lay in bed doing it all night long," Donald said, "just 
thinking about this beautiful cunny of yours." He wriggled his big toes 
until it was pressing right inside her cunny crack and spreading apart her 
pussy lips. 

"Hey!! ! " Petie came jumping into the kitchen. 

Wilma gave a start of surprise. He was already fully dressed. 

"You sure didn't waste any time," Donald told him. 

Petie ran up behind Wilma and, standing behind the chair, he wrapped his 
arms around her and squeezed her tight. "I love you," he said. 

Wilma was melting in his arms, but at the same time, she stiffened at the 
sudden realization that Petie had placed his hands right atop her tits. 

"I sure am glad you're my mom now," Petie said. 

What could Wilma do? She couldn't ruin this sentimental moment by pulling 
the boy's hands away from her body. She could feel him squeezing her breasts 
through the thin nightie as he hugged her tight. He was really getting a 
handful. Wilma couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't doing it on purpose. 

Petie stared down and saw his father's big toe working away at Wilma's cunt. 

"Aw, gee," he said. "Ohhh!" His prick began to stiffen up inside his pants 
immediately, and soon it was as rock hard as ever. 

When Donald saw that his son was sporting a hard-on right there in front of 
his wife, instead of exploding and hitting the ceiling like most fathers 
would, he just grinned and wriggled his toe even harder, allowing Petie to 
watch. He was burrowing it right up inside her cunt. 

"Aw, Daddy, what are ya doin'? " 

Donald shrugged and grinned. "I'm keeping your new mom happy, son." 

Wilma felt Petie's hands moving on her tits, then down to her belly, and he 
squeezed her again. 

"Oh, Dad!" Petie could see every wiggle of his father's toe up inside 
Wilma's cunt. Petie's hands came up again, but this time, underneath Wilma's 
nightie. His hands reached her breasts, and he cupped them in his fingers 
gently. 

"Petie," Wilma said, "shame on you." 

He giggled nervously as he kept fingering her titties, then, he worked her 
nightie right up over them so that they were hanging out in plain view while 
he touched them and ran his hands over their smooth, naked skin. 

Donald laughed. "You're really getting a handful there, aren't you. Son?" 

"Oh, they're so nice and smooth and soft. And they're warm." Petie kept one 
hand up toying with Wilma's breasts, and his other hand moved back down atop 
her naked belly. He ran it all around. "She's so smooth. She doesn't have 
hair like you do, Dad." 

Michael came slowly through the kitchen door. He stopped dead in his tracks 
when he saw what was happening. He glared at Petie and Wilma and his father, 
then spun on his heels and marched back through the house. 

Wilma's heart went out to the boy. It was wrong what Donald was doing, 
playing with her so openly, and allowing his boys to do so as well, even 
encouraging it. 

She searched for a reason to put a stop to the activities until she at least 
had time to think things out. 

"Donald, please, I have to pee," she said. 

He laughed. "Sure you do." 

Petie's fingers were moving down dangerously close to the growth of cunt 
hairs above Wilma's pussy. She moved forward, forcing the boy to remove his 
arms, and then grasped her chair, pushing it back so that she was out of 
reach of that maddening toe which was wriggling inside her pussy. 

"Really, Donald, I do have to pee," she said. She forced her chair back from 
the table, obliging Petie-o back away and leaving Donald's foot hanging in 
mid-air 

She rose to her feet and hurried from the kitchen. As a matter-of-fact, she 
did have to pee. It wasn't a lie. She headed straight for the bathroom, 
pushed open the bathroom door, and entered. 

"Ohhh!" She gave a gasp of surprise. 

"Gosh darn it!" Michael was standing there in front of the toilet stool, his 
legs spread wide. She couldn't see his prick, but she could see his golden 
stream of pee which was splattering down into the toilet bowl. 

"Get out of here!" Michael shouted. 

"M-Michael, I'm sorry." 

"Get out of here!" 

"Please, Michael, I didn't mean-" 

"You're doin' this on purpose! Get out!" 

"Michael, no." 

"Get out!" Michael reached out and pushed her back and slammed the door, at 
the same time hiding himself so that she could not see his pee-dribbling 
prick. 

Wilma wanted to sink through the floor with embarrassment. Every time she 
turned around, she was doing something to turn Michael against her. She 
wanted so much for the boy to accept her. Perhaps to ask that he love her 
was too much, but she at least wanted his acceptance of her presence in this 
house, and his acceptance of her as his stepmother. 

She waited nervously outside the door for him to finish. The dribbling of 
his pee began again, then tapered off to nothing. He flushed the stool and 
then she heard him washing his hands. She opened the door and stepped into 
the bathroom. 

"I'm sorry, Michael. Please believe me." 

"You did it on purpose," he said. "Every since you got here you've doin' 
crap like that." 

"No, Michael, believe me." 

He quickly toweled off his hands and darted out of the room before she could 
get in another word. Wilma raised up her robe and sat down on the stool. 
She'd just begun to pee when the door burst open and Michael stormed in. 
"See," he said, "how do you like it when someone breaks in on you in the 
bathroom?" 

"Michael-" He started to turn to leave but she reached out her hand and 
grabbed him to stop him. "Michael, listen to me." 

He glared at her. "Yeah, I should have known. You probably enjoy havin' me 
in here with ya. The way you keep showin' off your-" He cut his words off 
short. "Let me go!" 

"Michael, please." 

"No!" He jerked away and stormed out the door. 

Wilma shook her head sadly. She'd really got off on the wrong foot with 
young Michael. She wondered if there was any way she could smooth things out 
between them. She finished up in the bathroom and opened the door. There 
stood Donald, grinning at her. 

"Wow!" he said, "You sure got Michael pissed off. What did you do?" 

"Oh, Donald," she said. "I can't do anything right with that boy. I broke in 
on him when he was in here peeing." 

"Oh, no!" Donald laughed. "That poor kid." 

"He's going to hate me, Donald." 

"Don't worry about it," Donald said. "Everything will work out. You'll see. 
Come on, baby." 

He grasped her by the hand and led her out the door and toward the bedroom. 

"Ohhh!" Wilma cried out with surprise as he lifted her bodily off her feet 
and laid her out on the bed. Spreading her legs, he crawled up between them. 
His cock was as hard as ever. He reached down and pulled on it a few times, 
working his foreskin on and off his bulbous peterhead, then maneuvered 
himself into position so that his prick was aimed straight down at her 
steaming cunthole. 

"Oooohhhhh!" Wilma moaned with pleasure as he lowered his body, working his 
penis down inside her twat "Aaahhhh!" It felt so good she could scarcely 
believe it. His big cock was long and hard and throbbing hot inside her. It 
was filling her up completely. 

"Ahhh, Donald," she moaned. "Oh, it feels good! Oooooohhhhh!" Wilma spread 
her legs wide apart, allowing her husband free access to her hot cunny. 
"Fuck me, Donald! Screw me!" she begged. 

She needed it. His teasing her in front of the boys had worked her into a 
sexual frenzy. Her cunt was tingling with desire. Just feeling Donald's 
hard-on up inside her increased her sexual excitement even more. 

"Oooohhhh! Aaaahhhhh!' Uuuunnnnggghhh!" She moaned again and again as Donald 
forced his prick clear down inside her, then jerked the muscles in it to 
make it leap inside her pussy hole. 

"Oooooohhhh! Uuuuunnnngghhhhh!" She moaned loudly. 

"Oh, baby! Oh, fuck, you're so tight!" Donald grunted and thrust his 
midsection down, forcing his hard prick inside his wife as far as he could. 
He began raising up, slowly pulling out his hard, quivering shaft. 

The two of them gasped in unison as the sensations shot through their 
genitals. Wilma's cunt was quivering. Her clitoris was tingling on the verge 
of orgasm. Donald's hard prick was jerking in spasms. The veins in the sides 
of it pulsed violently. His piss slit was opening and closing inside Wilma's 
cunt, milking up sticky pre-cum juice to lubricate the fuck he was giving 
her. 

He began an easy in-and-out sawing motion, driving his hard-on into her 
twat, pulling it out, then driving it down again. Each time he plunged down, 
sending his quivering shaft slamming inside her, Wilma raised up to meet him 
and her whole body stiffened and trembled beneath the onslaught of his 
driving ram. 

Wilma panted desperately. She thrust her cunt up so that it was taking in 
every inch of his hard male tool. She couldn't get enough of Donald's prick. 

"Faster, honey, faster!" she begged. "Screw me! Give it to me! Oooohhhh!" 

Her naked legs trembled and her belly was as tight as a rock. Her breasts 
swelled up. Each time Donald pressed down, his chest pushed against their 
smooth hot flesh. Her clit button tingled even more excitedly, teetering on 
the brink of orgasm. 

"Ooohhh!" Her eyes went wide and she stared up into Donald's face. "Oh, 
Donald!" 

A smile came over her lips and she seemed to be holding her breath, waiting 
waiting- 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Wilma threw back her head and moaned loudly. "AH! 

OOOHHH!" She was cumming. The most pleasureful sensations imaginable were 
shooting throughout her body from the focal point between her legs. Her 
cunny was literally exploding. 

Donald drove down hard, sending his ramrod prick into the hilt. He jerked 
the muscles in the base of it to make it quiver hard inside her, making it 
as good for her as possible. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Wilma bounced up and down on the bed, sliding her 
squeezing pussy lips up and down on her husband's erection, milking his big 
male prick. Her squeezing cunt muscles were too much for Donald. He gave a 
violent shudder, then his whole body shook atop her as his prick erupted 
inside her pussy. 

She squealed as she felt the cum rippling up his shaft and splattering out 
into her hot sticky twat. Her cunt was being baptised with a hot bath of 
steaming cum. Again and again a hot wet wad came shooting up the length of 
his rod, spewing out into her cunt. 

"Oooohhh!" Her whole body shaking, Wilma collapsed down onto the bed and 
ground her butt against the sheets. Her legs trembled. 

Driving down hard, Donald embedded his cock to the hilt. His body shook 
mightily as the last of his semen dribbled out into the depths of her cunny. 

"Ah, shit!" Donald said, rolling off her and withdrawing his cock with a 
loud wet plop. He fell aside her on the bed, gasping, his heart pounding 
wildly. 

Wilma's heart was beating just as madly. 

Reaching out, Donald took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Aw, baby, that 
was great." 

Wilma moaned softly in agreement. 

Still holding Wilma's hand, Donald guided it over to his cock and wrapped 
her fingers around his big tool. It was still hard and throbbing. She 
wondered if this husband of hers didn't have a perpetual hard-on. It seemed 
like every time she saw him he was sporting a boner. 

She began gliding her hand up and down, tugging his foreskin on and off his 
bulbous peterhead. Donald grinned and spread his legs, giving her free 
access to his masculine goodies. "You want me to suck it a little?" she 
asked. 

"Oh shit yes! Suck it, Honey!" 

Wilma raised up, then leaned down so that her mouth was hovering directly 
over her husband's throbbing peter. She continued to manipulate the loose 
outer skin up and down. 

"Aw yeah, honey, suck me," Donald said, staring down, his eyes wide, as he 
waited for Wilma to push her lips down over his aching peter. 

The head of his prick was still wet from the orgasm he had just had, and he 
was begging for more. It was unbelievable, the sex drive of this powerful 
man. 

"This is what you ought to do to Michael, honey, if you really want to get 
on the good side of him. No guy can resist a good blow job, and you give the 
best blow job of anyone I've ever known. Yeah, that's what you ought to do 
all right," Donald went on. "You should try sucking the boy. That would 
really get you on his good side, honey." 

"Donald! You keep talking that way and I'm going to end up trying it, then 
what are you going to say?" 

"I've already told you, honey, it doesn't bother me. If you want to fool 
around with my two boys, you're welcome to just as long as you keep plenty 
of hot pussy for me." 

"Yeah, that's what you say, but I bet if you came home and found me in the 
bedroom sucking off one of the boys it'd be another story." 

"Shit no. I'd just sit and watch, then, when you finished him off, you could 
do me." 

Wilma said nothing, but the way her husband kept talking about her having 
sex with the two boys, she was able to think of little else. The more she 
thought about it, the less perverse it seemed. The idea was losing its shock 
value, and at the rate things were going, soon she too would regard the idea 
of her sucking off one of the boys or letting him fuck her as permissible 
even desirable. 

She tugged the foreskin clear down on Donald's peter, holding it tightly 
around the base, and she darted out her tongue. She lapped at his quivering 
erection. 

"Oooohhhh! Ahhh, baby! Oh, yeah!" Donald gasped with delight as her hot 
tongue ran up and down the length of his hot hard-on. 

Wilma licked at every square inch of flesh she could reach, then, opening 
her mouth, she pushed her lips down over the end of his penis, taking it 
clear inside her mouth. Her tongue kept rolling out, licking at it, and she 
began sucking. 

All morning long, Wilma and Donald fucked and sucked. Donald came a total of 
three times before they were finished, and Wilma had shook in orgasm so many 
times she had lost count. She matched each one of Donald's orgasms with two 
or three multiple orgasms of her own. 

By the time twelve o'clock rolled around and the boys were due home for 
lunch, they were both exhausted. 

Wilma left Donald sprawled out on the bed asleep and headed for the kitchen 
to prepare lunch for the boys. Petie was the first one home, and he was 
already inside the door scampering all around the kitchen before Wilma 
realized she had forgotten to put on her robe. She was still in her nightie, 
and all her goodies were exposed to the boy's eyes. Somehow, however, it no 
longer bothered her quite so much, and she decided that she wouldn't even 
bother with her robe. The boys had already seen her, anyway, so what did it 
matter now? 

Petie kept gazing down at her bushy pussy patch, getting one eyeful after 
another of her hot, womanly snatch. He moved around close behind her and 
beside her and all about her. His hands were constantly brushing against her 
thighs or her buttocks. 

Wilma gave a little shiver, but made no effort to stop the boy. Her pussy 
was tingling perversely with excitement as she allowed him to touch her. She 
was almost getting as much excitement out of the naughtiness of it all as 
she was by the light touches of Petie's fingers. 

Michael came dragging in the door next and he stared at Wilma's nakedness 
and made no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking at her. He sat down 
at the table like a frozen statue and watched. 

Petie had a hand right on Wilma's buttocks and was letting it rest there. He 
was taking every liberty she allowed him. 

"I hope you're enjoyin' yourself," Michael said bitterly. 

Petie stared at his brother. "Me?" 

"Her," Michael said. "She shouldn't be lettin' you do that, Petie." 

"Daddy said it was all right. You're just jealous," Petie said. "You're 
afraid to do it to her." 

'I am not afraid," Michael stammered. "It's wrong, that's why I don't do 
it." 

"You're chicken!" Petie said, running his hands deliberately all over 
Wilma's hot buttocks. 

"Chicken to do that? That's nothin'! " Michael told his brother. "You're 
scared to do anything else." 

"I am not!" Petie's hand worked around Wilma's body. She trembled as she 
felt his fingers edging toward her pubic hair growth. 

Should she let him or not? Before she could reach a decision, his fingers 
were already in her hairs. He was running them around lightly in the growth 
between her legs. 

"See, I'm not afraid," Petie said. "But you are. 

"All right, all right, now that's enough, both of you," Wilma said. She took 
Petie's hand and gently pulled it away from her cunt, then moved over to the 
table with a plate of food for the boys. She sat down right across from 
Michael. 

Petie came up behind her as he had that morning. He wrapped his arms around 
her and began fondling her tits through her nightie. "Come on, Michael," he 
said, "stop being such a scardy-cat. Put your foot up between her legs like 
Dad did this mornin'. " 

Wilma almost choked. "Petie, now sit down and eat," she told him. "You have 
to get back to work." 

"I want to stay home and play with you," he said. 

"Well you're going to work!" Wilma told him. 

Petie plunged his hand down to her cunny and felt her up, then obeyed her 
order and headed over to his chair. 

"I want both you boys to stop this fighting," Wilma said. "You're both too 
old to be acting like this." 

Petie got up and went to the refrigerator for some more milk, then moved 
back to his chair. Wilma could not help but notice the big bulge down 
between his legs. He was sporting an erection. The poor boy seemed to get a 
boner every time he was near her. She had a feeling that underneath the 
table Michael was hard and throbbing as well. 

Wilma's mind reeled dizzily. She was confused as she had never before been 
in her life. She wondered what she would do if the chance presented itself 
to fool around with one of these boys. Would she have the willpower to 
resist? 

Yesterday or the day before she would have said "yes" easily, but today she 
was no longer quite so sure of herself. All she could do was hope that such 
a situation never presented itself or, subconsciously, hope that it did. 

She tried to pull her thoughts away from sex and change the conversation. 
"Well, how was work this morning, Michael?" 

"Fuck, what do you care?" he said. 

"Wow, I'm hungry," Petie said, digging into his food with his right hand. 
His left hand was down in his lap, and his elbow was moving. 

"Petie, what are you doing?" Wilma asked. "It itches," he said. 

"You shouldn't be doing that at the table, Honey," she told him. 

"Yeah, but it itches so bad." 

Wilma stared at the boy. 

"It's all red and everything," he said. 

"What do you mean it's all red?" she asked. 

"I don't know how to explain it it's all red," he said. "And it itches." 

Wilma wondered if this was some kind of put-on to attract attention to his 
cock, or if it really was red and inflamed. At any rate, she couldn't take a 
chance on the boy's health. She had to be certain. 

"Come here, Petie," she said. 

Petie jumped out of his chair and hurried over to her side. He stood there 
spreading his legs. The bulge in the front of his pants was throbbing, and 
she could clearly see the outline of his dick beneath the thin Levi's 
stretched atop it. 

"You're not kidding me, Petie? It really is red?" 

"Yeah, and it itches," he said, reaching down and running his fingers up and 
down over the outline of his hard prick. 

"Maybe you'd better let me look at it, honey," Wilma suggested. 

Petie grinned. In less than five seconds he had his belt unfastened and the 
top of his pants unsnapped and his zipper tugged clear down. His fly was 
spread open, and she could see his white briefs outlining his pulsing peter. 
He hooked his thumbs in the top of his pants and shoved down, letting his 
Levi's drop clear down around his ankles. Reaching back to his hips, he 
stood there. 

"You can take down my underpants," he said, grinning. 

Wilma's hands were trembling as she reached forward and grasped the top of 
the boy's briefs. She tugged slowly down. She had a feeling that this was 
all a game for Petie, but it was her duty as his new mother to make sure 
that he didn't have some sort of infection down there between his legs. When 
the top of his briefs descended around the root of his cock, he beamed 
proudly at her as she stared at the huge patch of pubic hairs around his 
man-root. He was obviously enjoying this very much. 

Wilma's hands shook uncontrollably as she realized that she, too, was 
enjoying it, however hard she tried to pretend otherwise. She pulled down a 
little farther, exposing his prick completely. She hadn't seen him this 
close before, and her heart beat wildly as she tugged his briefs down his 
hips. 

Suddenly, with a big jerk, his cock pulsed hard right before her eyes, as 
big as a banana and yes, almost as thick, and hard and red and swollen. She 
could see the veins pulsing in its sides. The odor of it wafted up to her 
nostrils. She pulled down farther and his fleshy nuts flopped into view. 

Petie giggled nervously as she peeled his briefs on down his legs. His cock 
jerked in spasms as he worked the muscles in the base of it deliberately. 
Wilma stared at his prick, not removing her eyes. She was fascinated. It was 
indeed somewhat red, she decided. She brought her fingers up slowly and 
trembled as she touched Petie's prick for the first time. 

Reaching up with her other hand, Wilma ran her fingers gently over the young 
man's smooth-skinned erection. 

"Oooohhh!" Petie moaned. "That feels good." 

Wilma smiled, knowing that she could just look at Petie's dick and he would 
tell her that it felt good. Her whole existence seemed to be centered around 
that ever hard prick of his. 

She pulled down gently, peeling the loose foreskin down off his peterhead. 

"Oooohhhh!" Petie's naked legs trembled. He jutted his midsection forward, 
driving his hard-on on up inside her fist. 

The boy's limbs were shaking so much now that his briefs tumbled on down 
into a pile around his ankles atop his pants. 

"Does it hurt?" she asked. 

"No, it feels good," Petie told her. 

"How about when I do this?" She asked, squeezing her fingers gently. 

"Ooohhh! No, I like it," he said. 

Wilma moved her fingers around on his peter, pressing down and squeezing to 
see if there were any truly sore locations. The boy just moaned and his 
naked legs trembled as she fingered up his cock. 

"Petie! Don't let her touch you down there like that!" Michael said. 

"I want to make sure he's all right, honey," Wilma told Michael. 

"Sure, you're just playin' with his peter, that's what you're doin', " 
Michael said. 

"No, Michael, I'm not. You can see for yourself that it's red. Petie wasn't 
lying." 

"Ohhh!" Petie moaned as his hard-on quivered between Wilma's squeezing 
fingers. 

"Honey," Wilma said, releasing the boy's prick, letting it slap up hard 
against his belly. "Run into the bathroom and bring me back the jar of 
Vaseline from the medicine cabinet." 

"Okay." Petie hurried from the kitchen. 

"Man, you're really gonna do it to him, aren't ya?" Michael asked. "I hope 
you're enjoyin' yourself." 

"Please, Michael, I'm doing it for his own good. I'm not doing it because I 
want to." 

"Sure. You wanna do it to me, too?" He was glaring at her. 

Wilma shook her head sadly, then looked him in the eyes. "Do you want me 
to?" she asked. 

"Fuck, you might as well," he said, "if you're gonna do it to Petie. Sure, I 
know you wanna do it to me." 

Wilma said nothing. It was a series of losing battles these verbal 
encounters with Michael. Not that she wanted to come out the winner. She 
just wanted the boy to accept her. 

Michael jumped up and walked around then tood right before her where Petie 
had been standing. He spread his legs wide. "Go ahead! Play with mine, too!" 
he said. "You might as well." 

"Come on, take down my pants like you did 

Petie's," Michael said. "My dick's red and swollen, too." 

Wilma stared into his eyes. "Are you kidding me, Michael?" 

"No, I'm not kiddin'! Mine itches, too! It's hard and red! Aren't you going 
to do to me what you did to him?" 

"If you penis is swollen, Michael, yes, I think I ought to look at it." 

"Well go ahead, look at it. Touch it!" 

Wilma reached out and grasped the top of Michael's Levi's. Her fingers were 
shaking harder than ever as she tugged them downward. Michael glared down at 
her as she peeled them clear down to his ankles. 

"You can smear some of that Vaseline on my cock, too," he said. "Okay?" 

Wilma nodded numbly. Her fingers were back up at his waist and grasping the 
top of his briefs. She started to tug down. 

"Fuck, you'd really do it, wouldn't you?" Michael asked, backing quickly 
away out of her reach. "You'd take down my pants and play with my peter! I 
don't believe you." 

"But, Michael, you said-" 

"Sure, you just want to see what I look like and play with me like you're 
gonna do with Petie. Well, no, you can't do it! Just keep your hands off of 
me." 

"Please, Michael, listen to me." 

"I'm not listening to anything you have to say," Michael snapped, storming 
toward the kitchen door. 

"Michael, come back here and eat." 

"I'm not hungry!" He shot out the door and slammed it noisily, fastening his 
pants as he hurried down the sidewalk back toward work. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Petie came scuffling back into the kitchen in a waddling fashion, his pants 
and underwear dragging between his feet. His hard-on swayed back and forth 
over his big boy nuts. He walked right up to Wilma and handed her the jar of 
Vaseline. 

"This is gonna be fun," he said. 

"Now, Petie, I'm doing this because its red and swollen. I want you to 
understand that." 

"Yeah! Yeah! Sure," he said. "Come on, do it to me." 

Wilma couldn't win. There was no way of making the act of smearing Vaseline 
on the boy's dick appear like anything but masturbation. Yet, she had come 
this far. There was no way she could stop without confessing to herself that 
that was exactly what it was. 

She opened the jar, stuck in her fingers, and pulled out a big blob of 
sticky petroleum jelly. Her fingers moved trembling toward the boy's dick. 

"Oh!" Petie gasped as the gooey petroleum made first contact with his shaft. 
"Brrr, it's cold," he said, shaking. 

Wilma smiled, but kept on applying the jelly, knowing that the heat of her 
hand would soon take away the chill from the boy's pecker. She smeared the 
sticky substance up and down the length of Petie's hard-on. 

"Oooohhh! Aaahhh! Uuunnnngggghhhhh!" Petie's naked legs trembled as her long 
feminine fingers pushed and pulled on his outer dick skin, working the 
Vaseline over every square inch of his smooth-skinned pecker. 

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Wilma asked, studying the boy's face carefully. 

"Oh, no, it feels good. Oh, keep doin' it," Petie said. "Aaahhh." 

Wilma was shaking as much as Petie, but whereas Petie was shaking with 
excitement at how good it felt, Wilma was shaking with both the emotions of 
excitement and guilt. She couldn't believe how much it affected her to have 
this boy's hard wiener pressing hotly against her fingers. She could feel it 
throbbing, and the hardness of it and hotness of it made her shudder with a 
mixture of fear and delight. Fear, because she was afraid at how much she 
was enjoying doing it to him. 

"Oh! Aaahhh!" Petie gasped again and again. His hard prick was jerking in 
spasms against her Vaseline-smeared fingers. Every muscle in his body grew 
tense, then relaxed, again and again. 

Wilma stared down. She was fascinated at the sight of his hard cock. She 
watched his foreskin glide up and down over his purplish prickhead as she 
manipulated his excited genitals. 

"Ah! Oh, I can't believe how good it feels," Petie said. "Ooohhh! I want you 
to do this to me all the time," he said. "It feels great! Ohhh, I can feel 
it buildin' up. I think the stuff's gonna come out again." 

Wilma's hand froze around the boy's cock. Smearing petroleum jelly on his 
cock was one thing, but to make him cum would be going too far. Yet, at the 
same time, she wanted more than anything in the world to see his little 
cockslit open up and spurt forth his tiny dribbles of semen. Somehow the 
thought of seeing that happen was extremely exciting. 

"Oh, please, keep doin' it to me," Petie said. 

"That's enough for now, Petie. Maybe we'll do it again tonight. We'll see 
how it looks." 

"Ohhh, will ya do it again tonight? Please?" 

"We'll see, Petie. I'll look at it again tonight and see if its still red." 
She felt fairly certain it would be. The boy would make certain that it was 
by running off to a corner and rubbing it up to make it so. 

Reaching down, she grasped the boy's underpants and pulled them up. 

"Ahhh!" Petie reached down and rubbed his peter vigorously until she gently 
forced his hand away. "Ah, man, I can hardly wait till tonight when you 
start doin' it to me again," Petie said. "Will ya do it to me longer 
tonight? Oh, it was startin' to feel real good." 

"We'll see, Petie," Wilma said. "Now come on, finish up your lunch so you 
can get back to work." 

"Oh, gee, you ought to do that to Michael, too. He'd love it." 

Wilma blushed deeply. Little did Petie now how close she had come to almost 
doing that to Michael. He had actually dropped his pants in front of her. A 
few seconds more and she would have pulled his briefs down and have seen 
every delight-filled bit of his genital-crammed groin. She gave a little 
shiver as she thought about how close she had been to seeing Michael's prick 
and balls. 

His cock had been half stiff. She had been able to tell that by the outline 
of it in his briefs. She could tell by the wet spot that had been there that 
he had been oozing in his underpants. 

Wilma gave a little moan as she thought about what it would have been like 
to have smeared Vaseline over the older son's peter. That, indeed, would 
have stiffened it up completely. A few rubs of her hand, and he would have 
been oozing into her fingers. 

Her pussy tingled violently at the thought. What was wrong with her? Why was 
she getting the hots over a twenty-two-year-old boy like that? 

It was Donald who was causing it all throwing the boys constantly at her 
forcing her to expose herself before them suggesting that she perform the 
lewdest of acts. Yes, there was no question about it. She wanted to do it to 
Michael. She wanted to see his peter hard and stiff above his aching nuts. 
She wanted to stroke it with her fingers take it into her mouth and suck and 
lick it. Most of all, though, she wanted to have him stick it up inside her 
cunt and feel it throbbing in her innermost depths. She wanted Michael 
badly, and now that she had admitted that fact to herself, she wondered if 
she'd be able to keep her hands off the handsome young man in the future. 

She was becoming a sex monster. The realization of what she had just done to 
Petie massage his hard peter with Vaseline was proof of that fact. A few 
more strokes and she'd have had the boy cumming in her hand, his dribbles of 
semen spilling forth onto her fingers. A few more strokes. Wilma trembled at 
the thought. She had wanted to give his prick those few more strokes. It was 
only be calling upon her willpower that she had managed to keep from doing 
so. 

Once Petie was gone back to work, Wilma was alone. Donald was still snoring 
away in the bedroom, completely exhausted from the loss of semen she had 
caused. Wilma scooped up the dishes from the table, washed them, then made 
her rounds of the house. She made the beds, picked up clothes, put through 
two loads of laundry. She even did a little ironing. By the time evening 
rolled around, she was exhausted, not from the housework or sex she had 
engaged in, but from the emotional drain caused by the battle she was 
fighting to keep her relationship between herself and the boys at a 
respectable level. 

She decided that before the boys came back from work and it was time to get 
supper, she would go and lie down beside Donald while and catch a little 
sleep to recuperate. 

Donald was still snoring loudly away on the bed. He was lying atop the 
covers stark naked, his prick hard and erect, throbbing as he slept. His 
hand was down there with his fingers wrapped around it. He was squeezing it 
and massaging it as he slept. There was no question in Wilma's mind about 
what Donald was dreaming about. 

Wilma watched fascinated as he worked for foreskin of his peter up and down. 
Laying down on the bed beside him in just her nightie, she allowed her 
fingers to work around her cunt as she watched her husband masturbate. She 
began darting her finger in and out of her pussy, moaning with delight as 
she watched Donald's piss slit open. A dribble of pre-cum juice spilled out 
and ran down the side of his hard-on. 

The temptation was too much to resist. Raising up in bed, Wilma took her 
husband's hand and gently pulled it away from his quivering peter. Opening 
her mouth, she pushed her lips down over his stem, clamped them down tight, 
and began sucking. 

"Ooohhh!" Donald moaned in his sleep. His legs stiffened atop the bed. His 
belly grew tense. He began trembling in his sleep as a powerful vacuum was 
created around every inch of his throbbing prick. 

Wilma pushed her lips down to the very base of his peter, pressing them 
against his balls. His bulbous peterhead thrust its way clear back inside 
her throat. She sucked as hard as she could. Her tongue worked out, licking 
over his smooth-skinned shaft. Her finger darted in and out of her cunt like 
a miniature cock. At the same time, her thumb rubbed her little clit button, 
creating delightful sensations down between her legs. 

She sucked and licked at Donald's peter and began pushing and pulling with 
her lips, drawing the foreskin up and down over his oozing cockhead. The 
harder she sucked, the more Donald moaned. His legs were so stiff they were 
shaking beneath her. 

"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!" 

Wilma knew that in a moment he would wake up and find her down there sucking 
on his dick. He would, of course, be delighted at that fact. He couldn't get 
enough of her sucking him just as she couldn't get enough of doing it. They 
made a good pair Donald with a prick that just wouldn't quit, and Wilma with 
the desire to make it shoot forth its offering in every way possible and as 
often as possible. 

"Aaahhh! Oh, shit!" Donald opened his eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling, 
and then looked down to where Wilma was busy working her mouth up and down 
on his erection. "Oh, baby! Ooohhh!" He closed his eyes again, but now he 
was completely conscious of what was happening down there between his legs. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Donald spread his naked legs wide, offering himself completely to his 
cock-hungry wife. 

Still fingering out her cunt with one hand, Wilma brought her other hand up 
her husband's naked legs, trailing her fingertips lightly over his skin, 
making him sigh with delight. She brought her fingers right up to his balls 
and cupped them gently. At the same time she pushed her lips clear down 
around the base of his cock and sucked in long hard draughts, drawing up the 
sticky cockjuice from his balls and lapping at it with her tongue. 

"Oh, baby!" Donald reached out and placed his hands on Wilma's head and 
helped push and pull to work her lips up and down over his peter-stem. His 
hard cock was growing longer and thicker inside her mouth. It pulsed 
violently. Wilma knew it would not be long before her husband erupted inside 
her throat. He had evidently been playing with his cock for some time in his 
sleep for it to already be so near to the point of eruption. 

She sucked harder and thrust her tongue around all over her husband's peter. 
At the same time, she worked her fingers desperately at her cunny. She 
forced a second finger in to join the first, then a third. All the while she 
flicked her little clit button with her thumb. The sensations were mounting 
between her legs. She too was approaching the point of orgasm. 

"Uuuummmmmnnnnn! Oooohhhhh! 

Uuuummmmnnn!" She moaned excitedly around her mouthful of peter. 

"Ooohhh!" Donald raised his hips clear up off the bed, thrusting his 
hard-on.clear down inside her throat. "Aaaggghhh!" He gasped wildly. His 
prick jerked in spasms inside Wilma's mouth then exploded. Hot semen came 
gushing up the length of his iron, splattering out all over the inside of 
Wilma's mouth and throat. She worked her mouth up and down madly top it, 
sucking up a storm. She licked out eagerly at the sticky semen being spilled 
over her tongue. 

"Mmmmmnnn! Ooohhh!" She moaned with pleasure as her pussy exploded. Her clit 
button was quivering in spasms beneath her rubbing thumb. Her fingers were 
plunging clear up inside her cunt. 

"Oh, baby! Suck me! Oh, it's good! Ooohhh!" Donald bounced up and down on 
the bed, literally fucking Wilma's mouth. His hot peter-flesh rubbed back 
and forth between her lips as semen came spurting out his piss-slit. 
"Uuunnnngggghhh!" 

Wilma swallowed his cum eagerly until he collapsed down on the bed, 
writhing, and forced her head away from his peter. 

"Oh, baby, that was good! What a way to wake up to go to work." 

Wilma licked his sticky semen from her lips and smiled at him. Lying down 
beside him, she closed her eyes, her happy smile still covering her face. 
She couldn't get over how much she loved this big man's body. 

She was asleep almost as fast as her head hit the pillow. She did not even 
hear Donald get up to dress and leave the bedroom. She was dreaming about 
Michael. 

Donald walked into the kitchen at the very moment that Petie returned from 
work. 

"Hi, Dad! Where's Mom?" 

"Your Mom's in bed honey, taking a little nap before supper. Why don't you 
go in and wake her up?" 

Petie tossed his cap down onto the table and started to leave the room. His 
father grabbed him by the arm and held him back. 

"Why don't you surprise her?" Donald asked. "Take off all your clothes." A 
mischievous twinkle was in Donald's eyes as he uttered the suggestion. 

"Yeahhh," Petie said. "Maybe she'll let me ... you know?" 

"I know," Donald said. "Why don't you go ahead and try it? Maybe she'll let 
you do it. Take off your clothes and surprise her." 

Donald's prick jerked back up into erection just at the thought of Petie 
naked, surprising his wife as she recovered from the blow job she had given 
him. 

Petie ran into the living room and shucked off all his clothes, tossing them 
onto the sofa. His father came in and grinned as he watched his son hook his 
thumbs in his briefs and strip them down his legs. Petie's dick was already 
half-hard, and his father beamed with approval. 

Petie reached down and flicked his prick a few times to get it even stiffer. 
He headed for the bedroom, his tight butt quivering as he walked. Donald sat 
down in a chair to listen. 

Petie crept up slowly to the bed, careful not to make any noise as he 
eyeballed Wilma's naked body before him. Her nightie had pulled clear up 
over her breasts and they were spilled out into view. He could see 
everything she had from the nipples on her tits down to her cunny which was 
spread open before him. Her legs were spread eagled on the bed. 

Petie reached out slowly, his fingers trembling with excitement. He brushed 
his fingertips against his stepmother's tits. 

Wilma moaned softly in her sleep and rolled her head around toward Petie, 
but her eyes remained closed. Petie drew his fingers down slowly, just 
barely brushing them against her smooth feminine skin. His fingers came 
clear down past her navel, then down into her pubic hairs. He ran them 
around, feeling her coarse hairs beneath his hand. 

"Aaahhh!" Wilma moaned again as Petie's fingers drew down into her cunny 
crack. He spread her pussy lips open so he could eyeball the moist pink 
interior of her cunt. 

Petie crawled right up between her legs, remembering what his father had 
done to her that morning. He worked himself into a position where his 
genital-packed groin was hovering directly above her pussy. His cock 
quivered with excitement as he thought of what he was about to do. 

Lowering himself slowly, he allowed his dickhead to rub around inside her 
pubic hairs. He moaned at how good it felt to have her coarse pubic hairs 
rubbing against his sensitive peter skin. 

Petie lowered himself a little farther, supporting himself with one arm 
while his free hand reached up and aimed his prick down at her waiting 
snatch. His big dong throbbed hotly against his trembling fingers. He 
pressed down slowly, forcing his dick in between her two cunny lips. 

Wilma twitched in her sleep as the head of the boy's peter popped down into 
her snatch. 

"Ooohhh! Ah, gee!" Petie said. He could scarcely believe how good it felt 
having his peterhead pushing down into a hot feminine cunthole. He continued 
to press down, slowly forcing his pulsing peter to slide into Wilma's tight, 
squeezing cunt. Her hot pussy pressed out on all sides of his throbbing 
hard-on. 

"Ooohhh!" Petie said. "Oh, wow!" His whole body was trembling with 
excitement at how good it felt. 

Wilma moaned louder and rolled her head slowly on the pillow, then opened 
her eyes. When she found herself staring up into Petie's face as he drove 
his huge erection down inside her cunt, she gasped with surprise. 

"Petie! What are you doing? Ohhh, Petie!" Wilma moaned, and her legs 
trembled as she felt the boy's prick plunging into her cunt. 

Petie pressed down farther and farther until nis erection was halfway inside 
her steamingly eager cunt. 

"Petie, what are you doing?" 

"I want to fuck ya," Petie said. "Let me fuck a! Ooohhh! Man, it feels 
good." 

"Oh, Petie, you shouldn't do this! Oh! Vaahhh!" Wilma closed her eyes and 
gasped as Petie plunged on down until he was driving his nuts right down 
against her. His hard cock was all the way inside her, throbbing hotly 
against her sensitive pussy walls. 

"What do I do now?" Petie asked. 

"Oh, Honey! Push it in and out, Honey, like your daddy showed with your 
finger. Oh, Honey! Ohhh!" She gasped again and again as the boy began to 
move his hips rhythmically, working his big hot hard-on in and out of her 
aching snatch. 

Outside the door Donald listened with delight as his youngest boy drove his 
pecker in and out of Wilma's cunt. 

"Oh! Ungh! Ungh!" Petie gasped. "Oh, it feels good!" 

"Faster, Honey!" Wilma told him. "Do it faster!" 

Petie began bucking wildly atop her naked body, working his erection in and 
out of her cunt. His quivering prick grew harder and longer and jerked in 
violent spasms against her pussy walls. 

"Oh," Petie said, "it's buildin' up! Oh, it's tinglin'! " 

"Yes, Petie, yes! I can feel it inside me! Oh, Honey, you're so big and 
hard!" 

"Aw, man," Petie said, "I wanna do this all the time! It feels great! 

He humped even faster, working his prick in and out of Wilma's cunt. His 
hard-on made wet squishy noises as it pumped up and down inside her 
sperm-filled crack in the offering his father had placed there only a short 
time before. 

"Oh, Petie!" Wilma cried. "I can really feel your hard pecker! Oh, yes, do 
it to me. Honey! DO IT TO ME!" 

"Oh! Oh--I--Ohhh!" Petie moaned, driving his hard-on in and out of her wet 
clutching snatch. 

Outside the door, Donald's prick was beginning to harden up inside his pants 
as he listened to his wife and son fuck away in the bedroom only a few feet 
from where he was sitting. Reaching down he unzipped his pants, undid his 
belt, and spread his fly open. He hooked his thumbs inside his trousers and 
briefs, then, raising up, peeled them down his legs. He wrapped his fingers 
around his big throbbing hard-on and proceeded to whack off while Petie was 
fucking Wilma's lustful body. 

"Ungh! Ungh!" Petie was grunting louder and louder. "Ooohhh!" 

'F-faster, Petie! H-harder! Fuck me! OOOHHH!" 

Wilma raised her whole body up off the bed, driving her cunt all the way 
around Petie's big man stem, embedding it to the hilt inside her. Her orgasm 
was shattering through her body. Petie's throbbing penis was jerking right 
against her clitoris and the sensations it was creating in her were 
beautiful beyond belief. 

"Oh! Oooohhh, Petie!" Wilma cried out loudly. 

Petie gasped, then hollered with joy. His whole youthful body went rigid as 
the iron rod he was poking into her cunt. Wilma knew the boy was about to 
cum to send his sticky semen splattering inside her pussy. 

Squeezing her pussy muscles hard, she gripped his peter firmly with her 
cunny lips and milked at it as hard as she could while Petie drove it in and 
out desperately inside her hot wet hole. 

"Oh!" The boy's peter gave a violent jerk. Wilma could feel it the rippling 
sensation caused by his semen rising up through his cock-stem. "Ooohhh!" 
Petie moaned again. A sudden wet sensation hit the inside of Wilma's cunny. 
She knew that the first spurt of the boy's semen had shot out of his dick 
and into her cunt. 

"Ooohhh!" Petie's prick jerked in violent spasms as it milked up his peter 
juice. For the first time in his young life he was cumming inside a woman's 
cunt. He was enjoying every moment of it. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!! ! " The two moaned in unison as they 
fucked wildly atop the bed. Petie's dick shot out one glob of semen after 
another into Wilma's cunt-hole. He was shooting forth every drop of steaming 
cream his young male body could offer. When at last his peter was drained, 
he collapsed atop Wilma, smothering her with kisses and grinding his hard 
body down against hers. 

"Oh, it was great!" he said. "I wanna do it all the time!" 

Gently Wilma pried the boy off and rolled him down onto the bed beside her. 

"Will you let me do it tomorrow, too?" he asked. 

"We'll see, Petie," Wilma said. She felt guilty about the young man fucking 
her, yet he had climbed atop her in her sleep, sticking it in without her 
permission. 

Wilma looked up and gasped. Donald was standing there in the doorway 
watching. How long had he been there? She had no way of knowing, but judging 
by the big grin on his face, he had evidently been there long enough to have 
seen what she and his son were doing together. 

He said nothing, but just grinned. 

"Donald!" Wilma said from the bed. 

"Yeah, that's my name," Donald said. He looked at Petie. 

"Oh, Dad, it was great," Petie said. "She really let me fuck her!" 

The front door banged, and Wilma cringed on the bed, knowing Michael was 
home. She didn't want the older boy to see her like this, his brother's 
still warm sperm still trickling down from her cunny. Not at any cost! 

Jumping up from bed she moved away from Petie and toward Donald and the 
doorway. 

"I I have to get supper ready, honey," Wilma said. "Please, Donald!" 

Reaching down, Donald grasped her right breast and caressed it through her 
nightie. "So you liked that, huh, son?" Donald asked Petie who was still on 
the bed. 

"Oh, yeah, Dad, I wanna do it to her all the time. Every day. It's great." 

"Did she suck you any?" 

"Donald! Shhh!" Wilma said. "Michael's home." 

"She didn't suck me this time, Dad, but I hope she's going to the next 
time." 

"Ohhh!" Wilma was indignant. She couldn't believe this was happening. She 
could scarcely believe that she had allowed Petie to fuck her, but then she 
had been half-asleep when he had started. He had already been inside her and 
half way finished when she had finally completely awakened. It wasn't 
completely her fault. 

She brushed on past Donald and hurried into the kitchen. Michael glanced 
down at her between her legs to where her bushy cunt was exposed. 

Blushing with embarrassment, Wilma hurriedly began preparing supper. She 
wondered what Michael would think of her if he knew that right at this very 
moment his brother's sperm was up inside her pussy. She had deflowered 
Petie, a young man who scarcely even knew what sex was. She gave a little 
shiver when she thought about her surprise when opening her eyes she had 
found Petie atop her driving his hard peter in her pussy. 

For all Wilma knew, Donald might have even put the boy up to it. It 
certainly wouldn't have surprised her. She gave a little shiver as she 
realized that now Petie was going to want to fuck her all the time, and she 
knew, too, that he wouldn't rest until he knew what it was like to have his 
big cock sucked. Her pussy was still tingling from its encounter with hot 
young male prick. 

Donald and Petie came trailing into the room. Donald's hard-on was sticking 
out inside his pants as obvious as it could be. So here they were again, the 
four of them, and Wilma's naked body was the focal point in the kitchen. 

Blushing, Wilma grabbed an apron and tied it around herself to hide as much 
of her nakedness as possible from view. The apron successfully hid her cunt, 
and even most of her big, feminine breasts, but her rear end was still 
exposed, and bounced around to the fascination of the two boys and their 
father. The three males, even Michael, sat down around the table and 
eyeballed her as she moved around, her naked legs and butt being flaunted 
before their eyes. 

Michael, however much he might orally disapprove of his new stepmother, 
seemed even more excited than his younger brother at watching her assets 
being thus displayed. 

God help me, Wilma thought, as she felt the three pairs of eyes staring at 
her naked behind. I could get screwed to death in this house. 

The truth in that thought was not long in making itself apparent. After 
supper, with only a few short hours to kill before he must return to work, 
Donald was obviously interested in getting in one last fuck for the day. He 
scarcely allowed Wilma the time to scoop up the dirty dishes and pile them 
on the sink. 

"Oh, Donald," she said, but she did not protest as he led her off toward 
their bedroom. 

He didn't even bother to close the door, but led her firmly to the bed and 
pressed her down atop it. 

"Oh, Donald!" 

He was peeling off his clothes in record time. In less than thirty seconds 
he was stark naked and climbing atop her on the bed. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"The door, Donald," Wilma said. 

Donald was too excited to worry about closing the door. His hard peter was 
jerking in spasms above his sperm-filled ball-sac. The veins in its sides 
were pulsing madly. Hot pre-cum juice was dripping down from the pee hole in 
the end of his erection. 

He maneuvered himself into position so that his hard-on was aimed straight 
down at Wilma's snatch, then pressed lower. 

"Oooohhh!" Wilma gasped as she felt her husband's hot swollen peter pushing 
its way down inside her. His big dick pushed apart the lips of her pussy as 
it wormed its way down. She moaned with delight as she felt his 
smooth-skinned shaft pressing out on all sides of her aching cunt. 

He shoved down until it was buried completely inside her, then jerked at the 
muscles in the base of it to make her squeal with delight. 

"Oh! Oh, Donald! Uuummmnnn!" 

Donald began raising up, drawing out his huge hard-on until it was half way 
out of her pussy, then plunged down again. 

"Ooohhh! Aaagghhh!! ! " The two of them moaned in unison. 

Outside the door Petie and Michael stood, their eyes lighting up. They 
looked at one another, then looked at the open doorway. It was a repeat of 
the performance of the evening before, except that this time there wasn't 
even the thickness of the door to muffle the excited sounds their father and 
stepmother were making. 

Their big dongs sprang up hard between their legs. 

"Oh! Oh, Donald! Ah, it's so hard!" Wilma could feel every inch of her pussy 
tube being filled up by her husband's gigantic hard-on he worked it in and 
out. 

"Oh, yes," she said. "Fuck me! Screw me!" 

Again and again he rose and fell atop her, driving his hard-on to ever new 
depths, screwing her for all she was worth. 

"Ohhh!" The two boys outside the door began handling their aching fuck 
tools, pulling the skin up and down over their peterheads. They masturbated 
in a frenzy of excitement as they listened to their father and stepmother 
fuck in the bedroom. 

"Oh, listen to 'em," Petie said. "Are you gonna fuck her too, Michael?" 

Michael stared at his younger brother. "Don't be silly," he said. 

"Why not? She-likes it. She let me fuck her," Petie said. 

Michael's eyes grew wide and his hand froze around his hard throbbing peter. 

"She did!" Petie said. "Right before you came home she let me fuck her." 

"You're lyin'! " Michael said. 

"No, and Dad knows it, too. He was listenin' right outside the door just 
like we're listenin' right now." 

"Come on, Petie!" 

"It's true," Petie said. "She was in bed naked and I took off all my clothes 
and got up on her and stuck it in, just like Dad's doin'. " 

"Petie!" 

"I did, Michael. And when she woke up, she didn't stop me or anything. 
She-likes it." 

"You really stuck it IN her?" Michael asked. His hand was suddenly moving on 
his prick again, pulling his foreskin up over his peterhead then down off it 
again and again. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" The sounds coming from the bedroom were growing more and 
more excited. The two boys' hands were now whacking up and down on their 
pricks as fast as they could go. 

"Oh, I wish we could see 'em," Michael said. 

"You can watch me fuck her tonight," Petie said. "I'm gonna do it to her 
again, and I want her to suck me, too. I wanna know what it feels like." 

"She'll never do that." 

Petie just shook his head. "She will. I just know she will. Come on, 
Michael, let's look." 

The half-open door was too much of a temptation for the two boys. Petie 
crept up to the edge of it and peaked around. 

"Ohhh, they're really doin' it, Michael," he whispered. "Oh, you ought to 
see this." 

Michael's hard-on was throbbing violently between his squeezing fingers. He 
crept up beside his brother, whacking his fist up and down again and again. 
The sound of his jacking off made a steady popping drone in the living room. 
He peeked around cautiously. "Oh, gosh," he said, "Oh, Petie, look at 'em." 

"I know," Petie said, "and now I know what it feels like, too. Oh, Michael, 
I love it. It's a lot better than playin' with yourself like this." 

"Oh! Ah, Donald! Uuuummmnnn!" Wilma was grunting like an animal, bucking up 
and down on the bed. Her tight squeezing pussy Ups were sliding up and down 
over the length of Donald's erection, and the boys had a clear view of every 
hair down between both her and their father's legs. They could see 
everything. 

"Ah, Honey! Oh, it's buildin' up!" 

"Listen," Petie said. "He's gonna shoot it out right inside her, right where 
I did it just a little while ago." 

"Ohhh!" Michael moaned. 

Petie stared down at his brother's prick. "You're gonna shoot it out too, 
aren't you, Michael?" 

Inside the bedroom Wilma and Donald groaned louder as they grew closer to 
the point of orgasm. 

"Oh, baby!" Donald's whole body stiffened atop Wilma. His huge prick 
throbbed inside her cunt, then began cutting loose with huge spurts of 
steaming semen. "Aaagghhh!" 

Wilma, her eyes wide, pushed up her butt. She slid her cunt to the very base 
of Donald's prick until his balls were pressed between her legs. Her whole 
body shook as her orgasm rocked out from her cunt. 

"Uuuummmmmppppphhhhh!" Michael gasped and his hand whacked up and down on 
his peter so fast that it appeared as a blur around his stem. Hot peter 
juice shot out his prick, splattered down, and hit the floor between his 
feet. 

Petie too frigged desperately, but after just having shot a load of semen 
into Wilma's cunt, only a small drop of moisture appeared at his pee hole. 

"Nnngggpppphhh!" Inside the bedroom their father collapsed atop Wilma as her 
milking cunt squeezed forth the last of his cock juice. 

The two boys quickly backed away from the door as their father rolled off 
and landed beside her. "Aw, what a fuck!" 

"Donald! I actually think you want me to fuck those two boys." 

Donald just laughed. Wilma could not help but blush as she walked back out 
into the living room with her husband. The two boys were sitting innocently 
on the sofa but they had surely, she thought, overheard Donald fucking her. 
The tell tale traces of semen on the floor seemed to confirm that thought. 
It was a repeat performance of the night before, the two boys outside 
masturbating while she serviced her husband. 

Michael had his hands folded in his lap and Wilma knew he was hiding a 
bulging erection in his pants. Petie, still stark naked, was not even 
attempting to hid his excited genitals. His little prick was quivering up 
hard and red above his twenty-one-year-old balls. 

The two boys looked so cute sitting there that Wilma wanted to eat them 
alive in spite of her embarrassment. She could still scarcely believe that 
Petie had actually fucked her. She stared at his hard-on remembering what it 
had felt like when he had worked it in and out of her cunt. She could not 
help but wonder how it would feel to have Michael bucking atop her, worming 
his erection into the depths of her twat. 

Of one thing Wilma was certain; at the rate things were going it might not 
be long before she found out. She gave a little shiver at the thought. 

Petie suddenly jumped up. "I'm gonna take a bath," he said. He grinned at 
Wilma as though he had some secret plan in mind, then trotted from the room, 
his naked buns bouncing. 

Donald laughed. "That kid! He's up to something, I can tell." 

Donald glanced down at his watch. "Shit, I might as well get off to work. 
I'll have a couple of beers with the boys before our shift begins." 

Wilma hurried off to the kitchen to prepare his lunch. The dishes stood 
there waiting for her as she prepared it. She had not even had time to do 
them with Donald pulling her off to the bedroom as soon as they had finished 
eating. 

She put together a huge lunch two sandwiches, a couple of cupcakes, and a 
banana, then Donald was there beside her, taking it, pecking a kiss on her 
lips, then heading on out the door. 

Wilma turned around, alone again with her two young stepsons and wondered 
what this night would have in store. She could already hear water running in 
the bathroom. Petie had left the door wide open and was splashing around 
noisily. Wilma knew what the boy wanted. He wanted her to go in there and 
see him taking his bath. 

Michael came dragging into the kitchen to get a drink of water. He cast a 
sly glance at Wilma's exposed cunt beneath the nightie. His eyes were 
shining. The bulge in the front of his pants was big enough so that Wilma 
knew he wasn't completely soft down there between his legs. She wondered 
what the boy would say if she reached out, grasped his bulge with her 
fingers, and squeezed it. He'd probably yelp and accuse her of all sort of 
things. 

In order to reach the bathroom, she had to pass right by where Michael was 
once again sitting on the sofa. Michael looked up at her, his eyes wide. He 
stared with disbelief as she walked right into the bathroom where his 
brother was naked in the tub. 

Petie looked up at Wilma and grinned when she walked inside the bathroom. 
His naked body gleamed in the light. It was wet and covered with a film of 
soap and water. His prick was rock hard, red and throbbing. She suddenly 
felt embarrassed and searched for some excuse for having come in upon him 
like this. All the while, though, her eyes were riveted in on his prick, 
fascinated. 

"Turn around, Petie," she said, "and I'll wash your back." 

The boy grinned as though he knew that was far from the reason she had come 
in here like this, but he turned around obediently. 

He laughed as her hands worked up and down. Wilma's heart pounded harder. 
The tingling in her pussy began and grew stronger the more she touched the 
naked boy before her. What was wrong with her? How could young Petie turn 
her on like this? 

The wash cloth fell down into the water, but Wilma didn't bother to retrieve 
it. Instead, she began running her fingers over the boy's soapy backside, 
moving lower and lower to his two firm buns. 

He giggled as her fingers began running over his butt, soaping up his 
ass-cheeks. She drew her soapy fingers all around his round buns, then 
slowly pulled them open, exploring every nook and cranny of his exposed 
backside. 

Petie gasped as she drew her fingers right down inside her asscrack. 
"Ooohhh!" 

"Aaahhh!" Petie squealed loudly as the end of her finger worked its way up 
inside his butt. Trembling, he spread his legs, and Wilma's other hand came 
working its way up them, caressing them lightly, then came right on up to 
his soap-slippery balls. She began fondling them. 

Michael straightened up on the sofa outside the bathroom, cocking his ears 
toward the bathroom door from where his brother's squeals were coming. He 
got up and crept quietly to the door. His eyes went wide when he saw what 
was happening inside. 

Wilma was working the index finger of one hand right up inside his brother's 
butt. Her other hand was wrapped around his brother's body, playing with his 
soapy genitals. 

"What are ya doin'! " he exclaimed. 

Wilma looked up. 

"You're playin' with him!" 

Wilma's hand froze around Petie's hard-on and he gasped with delight at the 
squeezing pressure of her fingers. "Oh! Ah, it feels good," he said. "Keep 
wiggling your finger in my butt." 

"I don't believe it," Michael said. "If Dad could see you oh!" He stormed 
from the bathroom, his face red, his whole body shaking. 

Wilma moaned with despair. She'd been caught right in the act. 

"Aw, gee, just because Michael caught us. Why can't he mind his own 
business? It really felt good." 

Wilma forced a smile at the boy. 

"Aren't you gonna dry me off?" Petie asked. 

"All right, Petie, get down in the tub and rinse off first," she told him. 
She was shaking, so much had Michael's sudden appearance upset her. She 
could still scarcely believe that she'd allowed herself to be caught in the 
act like that. She had actually been masturbating Petie when Michael had 
caught her. There was no way to explain her way out of it. It was one thing 
to soap down the young man's back, another to play with his butt and 
actually stick her finger up inside it, and still another to be lathering up 
his excited genitals. Yet, only a few short hours before, Petie had been 
humping atop her, fucking her. Nothing could be worse than that. 

She moaned with despair, realizing that now her chances of smoothing things 
over between her and Michael were so remote as to be all but impossible. 
Michael could never forgive her for this, and if he found out, he could 
never but never forgive her for fucking his younger brother. Wilma knew that 
Petie was bound to tell him she'd let him fuck her. 

Petie sat down in the tub and Wilma splashed water over his soapy body. He 
grinned as he stared down at his red, throbbing hard-on. He jerked the 
muscles in the base of it to make it bounce around. Standing up and facing 
her, his hard instrument stuck out like a proud soldier, the veins in the 
side of it pulsing madly. 

Petie pulled the plug and stepped outside the tub onto the bath mat so Wilma 
could dry him off. He kept jerking the muscles in his prick as she rubbed 
the towel up and down over his wet naked skin. She dried every square inch 
of his back, his arms, his legs, even his butt. Then there was only one spot 
left on his body. She brought the towel slowly up between his legs and 
pressed it against his excited genitals to blot them dry. 

Petie moaned with delight and began moving his hips, working his hard-on in 
and out of the folds of the towel in a fucking motion. Wilma could not help 
but smile. She brought the towel away and hung it on a hook. 

"Okay, Petie," she said, "now get into your pajamas." 

"I still don't have my bottoms," Petie said, "You never did sew the buttons 
on, did you?" 

"No, but put on your top." 

"I don't ever want to wear the bottoms again," Petie said. "I like runnin' 
around naked." 

"Well, it's not right, Petie." 

"Dad says it's okay." 

Wilma moaned in desperation. It was a losing battle. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Petie came out of the bathroom after her, and when he saw her looking at 
Michael's closed bedroom door, he grinned. "I bet Michael's in there playin' 
with himself," he said. 

"Petie!" Wilma said. "No, he's just mad!" 

"Why should he be mad?" 

"Because he saw me washing you like that." 

"He's just jealous," Petie said. "Don't pay any attention to him," He 
reached out and placed a hand on Wilma's butt. Wilma brushed it away gently. 

When bedtime came, Wilma sent Petie off to his own and Michael's bedroom, 
but soon found out that Michael had locked the door. No amount of knocking 
or pleading would make him open it. The net result was that Petie did, 
indeed, again end up in Wilma's bed that night. She found herself climbing 
into bed with him, him still only in his pajama tops, his prick half hard, 
an indication of what was to follow. 

"I wish Michael hadn't come in on us in the bathroom," Petie said. 

Wilma smiled. 

"I was hopin' you were gonna do somethin', " Petie said. 

"What's that, Petie?" 

"You know, what you do to Dad?" . 

Wilma knew very well what he meant. He thought she would suck his cock. She 
pretended innocence, however. "Do what, Petie?" 

"Oh, you know, with your mouth?" 

I'll 

Wilma looked down to where Petie's hard-on was throbbing. 

"Would you do it to me?" he asked. "Please? I want to know what it feels 
like." 

Wilma was having to fight to keep from moving her hand out and fingering the 
boy's erection. He got up on his knees in bed and moved right up to her so 
that his pounding erection was hovering right above her face. 

"Please do it to me?" he begged. "Please?" 

Wilma closed her eyes, fighting her desires to suck this young man's prick, 
knowing she should not, yet wanting to so badly that it almost hurt. 

Petie took advantage of her closed eyes to lean forward so that the end of 
his hard-on brushed against her cheek. It jerked in spasms at the contact. 
Wilma felt the boy's penis rubbing against her face, but said nothing. Her 
heart pounded as he drew it down her cheek slowly, right toward her mouth. 
Her lips parted, presenting the boy with an opening in which to insert his 
erection. 

He moaned in anticipation as he brought the bulbous tip of his penis right 
down to her lips and pushed, putting it inside her mouth. 

Outside the bedroom door, down on his hands and knees, Michael was peering 
through the keyhole. His eyes bugged out with excitement at what he was 
seeing. He stood up quickly, pushed down his pajama bottoms, stepped out of 
them, then knelt back down and began fondling his prick as he peered back 
through the keyhole. 

"Oh, gee," he moaned softly, as he watched his younger brother's penis slip 
into Wilma's mouth. He began frigging his cock rapidly, whipping his hand up 
and down, popping his loose outer foreskin up and down over his dickhead. 

"Ooohhh!" Petie moaned as he felt Wilma's tongue moving over his erection. 
She was licking it as it stuck inside her mouth. At the same time she began 
sucking and the boy cooed with pleasure. "Oh, it feels good," he said. 
"Ohhh!" 

Wilma moaned and opened her eyes as she mouthed Petie's hard-on. Her hands 
began moving over the boy's naked legs. She helped him maneuver into 
position so that he was straddling her head with his prick stuck down inside 
her mouth. Her hands roamed up and down his naked legs and backside. 

"Oh, it feels good," he said, gasping in reaction to how good it felt having 
a suction enveloping his entire pulsing dong. He felt her hot, wet tongue 
slapping out in all directions, working over every square inch of his hard 
peter. 

"Aaahhh! Ohhh, yeah!" Petie gasped with delight. 

Wilma worked her tongue all over his wienie, savoring the flavor of his 
throbbing male prick. She sucked it hard, but was careful not to create any 
sensations save the most pleasureful in the length of his stem, knowing how 
sensitive this delicate portion of his anatomy could be. 

Petie began moving his hips almost automatically, working his hard erection 
in and out of Wilma's mouth. Her lips clamped down tightly on his peter, 
clinging to the flesh, allowing the hard inner shaft of his hard-on to slide 
in and out of its own sheath of skin. Never had she tasted such delicious 
cock. The strong flavor of Donald's hard-on was completely missing and was 
replaced by the delicate taste of Petie's prick. 

"Aaaahhh! Ohhh, yeah! Suck me!" Petie was whimpering with delight. 

Outside the door a steady popping noise was filling the air as Michael 
jerked off desperately. He stared fascinated at the sight of his brother 
getting a blow job on the other side of the door. 

The juices were oozing out his peter and coating his fingers as he worked 
them up and down. "Ohhh, suck him! Blow him!" he said softly. "Oh, it feels 
good!" He mentally placed himself in Petie's position and imagined that it 
was his hard-on their stepmother was mouthing and not his younger brother's. 

She sucked long and hard and used her lips to push and pull on the boy's 
erection to milk up even more of his sticky offering. The more she sucked 
him, the more he whimpered with delight. He could not keep still above her. 
His body was squirming uncontrollably. His naked legs trembled around her 
face. His big red hard-on jerked in spasms inside her mouth as she worked 
away at it with her mouth and tongue and lips. The powerful vacuum she was 
creating with her mouth was literally pulling at the skin of his dick. 

The way the boy was whimpering and thrashing above her, Wilma knew it would 
not be long before he came, sending a stringy jet of cum flying into her 
mouth and throat. 

"Ohhh, it's buildin' up," Petie said. "Ahhh, it's gonna cum out! It's gonna 
cum out in your mouth." 

Wilma pushed her mouth down around the very base of the boy's prick until 
her lips were pressed against his balls. Her hot tongue pushed out against 
the sensitive underneath side of his prick, and she intensified the sucking 
action of her mouth. 

Petie was writhing in an agony of excitement atop her. His prick convulsed 
violently inside her mouth, then ripples of semen came shooting up through 
its length. 

Wilma moaned with delight as the first wet globs of Petie's cum came 
splattering out onto her tongue and the roof of her mouth. 

Outside the door, Michael was whimpering uncontrollably. His hand was 
whizzing up and down the length of his peter stem, milking up spurts of cum 
which were splattering all over the door in front of him and down atop his 
naked legs and onto the floor. His hot semen was shooting everywhere. 

"Ooohhhhhhh!" Petie's whole body shook in orgasm. He was cumming 
beautifully, shooting out his dribbles of semen into Wilma's mouth. He 
gasped with delight as he felt her tongue whirling around his peter and felt 
the suction of her mouth vacuuming up his precious man fluids. She was 
sucking him dry. Her mouth and tongue and lips were milking his pulsing dick 
like the teat of a cow. 

When the last of his sticky cum had dribbled out into her mouth, Wilma 
pulled back, released his cock, then licked it clean. 

"Aaahhh!" Petie collapsed on the bed beside her, completely drained, a look 
of ecstasy on his face. "Oh, I loved it," he said. "Aaahhh! Nothin's ever 
felt so good." 

Wilma licked her lips of every last trace of the young man's semen. She laid 
down beside Petie and allowed him to cuddle up to her, like a little teddy 
bear. 

Outside the door Michael was pulling up his pajama bottoms around his 
cum-drained hard-on. He pulled a wad of Kleenex from his pocket and wiped up 
his blotches of semen from the floor and door and then headed back for his 
bedroom on wobbly legs. 

Petie reached down and fingered his aching hard-on, still feeling the 
wetness of Wilma's saliva. With his other hand, he reached over and began 
touching her cunt, running his fingers around in her pubic hairs. 

His prick was as hard as ever. He was at that age when he had a constant 
boner, and sex was all he could think about, having only just discovered how 
pleasureful it could be. 

"W-will you suck me like that every day?" he asked. 

Wilma smiled. 

"I love it," he said. "I love fuckin' you, too." He stared down at her cunt 
with wide excited eyes. "Can I fuck you now?" 

Petie! You shouldn't talk like that," Wilma said. 

Petie, however, was already in the process of climbing atop her and 
maneuvering himself into position so that his hard red cock was hovering 
above her cock-hungry cunt. He lowered his midsection, worming the head of V 
his peter down into her pussy-slit. 

"Ohhh!" he said. "Ah, it feels good when I stick it in." His hard-on was 
throbbing hotly against Wilma's clitoris, making her writhe with excitement 
beneath him. She spread her legs wide, splaying open her cunt to the descent 
of his hard, quivering, oozing prick. Petie plunged down, driving it hard 
into her. "Oh!" Wilma gasped. "Ahhh, Petie!" 

Wilma knew she was in for a good long fuck because the boy had just shot his 
load and would be able to keep going atop her for at least half an hour 
before he could work up another orgasm, if not longer. 

She moaned with pleasure as the boy worked atop her, making his cock rub 
back and forth against her clit. She felt it push at the walls of her hot 
pussy as he humped desperately atop her. His naked twenty-one-year-old body 
gleamed with .perspiration. 

"Aw, gee!" Petie gasped. He couldn't get enough of her hot cunt. His peter 
was oozing again as he worked away, shoving it in and out. 

"Ohhh, Petie! You're so big," Wilma said. She could scarcely believe that 
this young man could possess such a huge tool. It was every bit as big as 
his father's, and, even better, Petie used every inch of it expertly. The 
fuck she was receiving was every bit as pleasurable as any fuck Donald had 
given her. 

"Uuummmppphhh! P-Petie! You're so big and hard! Nnnggghhh!" 

Petie moaned. "Aw, Mom!" He plunged down again and again, working his 
hard-on ever deeper. His prick seemed to stiffen up and grow longer and 
harder inside her. He worked it expertly in and out of her hot wet 
pussy-hole, fucking as though his life depended on it. 

Their loud cries of pleasure filled the room and drifted out through the 
house. Michael, in his bedroom, perked up and uttered a moan of disbelief 
that they could still be at it. He hurried back through the house and jumped 
down in front of the keyhole, but his momentum sent him crashing through the 
door and he went flying into the bedroom. 

Wilma and Petie snapped their heads around and stared at him. A deep blush 
flooded Wilma's face. 

"Michael!" Petie said. "Ooohhh!" He groaned. Wilma's cunt was squeezing hard 
around his prick, creating unbelievably good sensations as she squirmed 
beneath him after learning that Michael was in the bedroom and could see 
everything. 

Michael got up red-faced, his hard-on sticking up in his pajamas, making a 
huge bulge. He stared wide-eyed at the sight on the bed. 

"S-see, Michael," Petie said. "I told you I f-fucked her! She's lettin' me 
do it again!" 

Wilma wanted to die with embarrassment. She was caught red-handed in the act 
for the second time that evening. First Michael had caught her soaping up 
Petie's genitals and working her finger in his butt-hole, and now he had 
caught her allowing the boy to fuck her. 

Wilma looked at the boy with an anguished expression, but he was not looking 
at her face. He was looking down between her legs to where Petie's erection 
was burrowed down into her twat. 

"Oh, man, Michael, and she sucked me, too! Aw, gee, I don't know which is 
best! I like both of 'em! Sh-she really does it to me!" 

Michael stammered, but no words would come from his mouth. He could scarcely 
believe it. Not only had Petie succeeded in getting Wilma to masturbate him 
in the bathroom, but she had sucked him off and was letting him fuck her for 
the second time that day. He could scarcely believe how horny his brother 
and stepmother were, yet he, too, had spilled so many loads of semen in the 
past twenty-four hours that he had lost count. 

"Come on, Michael, you can fuck her when I get through. Oh, gosh, it's 
startin' to build up. Oh! Ooohhh!" Petie was humping up and down, working 
his erection in and out of Wilma's cunt, proud to be doing it in front of 
his brother. 

"OOOHHH! It's cummin!! " Petie shouted. "It's cummin', Michael! Aaaggghhh!" 
His whole body quivered violently and his prick jerked in spasms inside 
Wilma's cunt as a tiny trickle of hot cum came dribbling up through his 
penis and oozed out into her cunt. It was a meek offering, but one that 
drained his young balls completely. 

Petie plunged down atop Wilma as though trying to burrow his body into her 
own as his orgasm surged throughout his thrashing limbs. 

Wilma convulsed in spasms beneath him, unable to control herself as her own 
orgasm ripped through her body before Michael's eyes. At last Petie 
collapsed atop her, then rolled off, his hard-on flopping out into view and 
smacking hard and red up against his belly. 

There was a big wet spot in the front of Michael's pajamas. Wilma knew the 
boy must have shot his load while just watching her and Petie fucking on the 
bed. 

Michael's blush remained deep on his face. He turned, staggered from the 
room, and actually bumped against the doorframe as though completely drained 
of all his strength. 

Wilma lay beside Petie in bed, thinking over the events which had taken 
place since she had arrived in the house as Donald's wife. Petie was 
snuggled up to her in bed and it felt oozy laying there naked with him like 
this, the lower portions of their bodies bare. 

She thought of poor Michael and how she had been embarrassing him every 
waking moment since her arrival allowing him to see her cunny allowing him 
to watch Donald drive his hard-on up inside her pussy having him catch her 
playing with his younger brother in the tub, then having him catch her 
actually fucking poor Petie... 

She gave a little moan as she remembered how big the bulge in Michael's 
pajama bottoms had been as he had stood there in the bedroom watching Petie 
hump atop her. She could visualize the shape of his penis in his pajama 
bottoms, and the memory made her pussy tingle with delight. In an almost 
automatic motion her hand snaked down her naked body beneath the covers and 
her fingers began running through her cunt hairs as she lay there beside 
Petie thinking about the boy's older brother. 

There was no way that Wilma could deny the fact that she wanted Michael 
badly, though she had not even yet seen the boy's cock. Her curiosity as to 
how it looked and how long it was, was killing her. She moaned as her 
fingers worked down into her pussy crevice. Her thumb began rubbing up and 
down against her clit button, causing pulsing sensations to shoot out in all 
directions from that little focal point of pleasure. 

The memory of how Michael had stood there, his cock throbbing hard down in 
his pajama bottoms was more exciting that she could have ever believed. When 
she thought of how he had reached orgasm without even touching his prick 
while watching Petie fuck her on the bed, it made her fingers dart in and 
out of her pussy hole as she rubbed up her clit. She could still see the big 
stain of wet cum in the front of Michael's pajamas after he had shot his 
load. 

"Ohhh, Michael!" She moaned the boy's name softly. How much she desired to 
pull down Michael's pajama bottoms and have his cock and balls exposed to 
her view. How much she wanted to reach out and run her fingers over the 
length of his erection, hardening it up completely. 

She fingered her clitoris and her cunt far into the night, masturbating up a 
storm as she lay trembling beside Petie. Her cunny exploded into orgasm at 
least three times and she sobbed with delight at how good it felt. 

All the while she was thinking of Michael and the pulsing dong he must have 
down between his legs. She imagined how it would feel to touch it, to caress 
it, to take it in between her lips and lick and suck it, and, best of all, 
to have the boy climb atop her and drive every inch of his hard wiener down 
inside her pussy-hole. 

When she did fall asleep, it was to dream of Michael. She dreamed she was in 
the shower with the boy and that they were both naked. She was soaping down 
his body, running her fingers all over his naked wet-down skin. She could 
almost feel the hardness of his prick in her dream as she soaped it up and 
down masturbating it with her fingers. She tugged the foreskin on and off 
his bulbous peterhead until he was cooing with delight..... 

"Ohhh!" Wilma awoke with a start. The morning sunlight was flooding in 
through the window, but it was not that which had awakened her. It was 
Petie, climbing atop her, determined to get in a morning fuck before his 
father returned and before they had to get up for breakfast. 

"Oh, Petie!" His quivering dong was quivering hard and red and he was 
holding it in his fingers, squeezing it and working the skin up and down as 
he maneuvered himself into position. Wilma moaned as she felt the boy's 
peterhead pushing down in between her cunny lips. He pushed steadily until 
he had worked every inch of his hard throbbing meat inside her twat. 

Wilma wrapped her arms around the boy, placing her hands on his butt. She 
ran her fingers over his bare ass-cheeks as he bucked atop her. 

Petie moaned as her fingers separated his butt-cheeks, pulling them apart 
and working there way down inside. "Ohhh!" He gasped when the tip of her 
index finger probed against his sensitive butt hole. 

Wilma fingered the young man's anus, and exerted more and more pressure 
until the end of her fingertip was pushing right down inside his butt. 

"Oh! Ah, gee!" Petie's cock jerked in spasms down inside her cunt. She could 
feel every inch of his erection hot and hard down inside her, pulsing like a 
living thing. 

Wilma moaned with delight and worked her finger even farther down inside the 
boy's butt. Her other hand moved off his back and came up between their 
bodies, down to where his erection was quivering in her pussy. She began 
fondling his balls as the young mar-humped up and down, working his peter in 
and out of her fuck hole. 

"Oh, Petie, you're so big and hard. Ahhh!" Her finger worked its was down 
into his butt to the second knuckle. The boy was whimpering with joy. He 
bobbed up and down over her naked body desperately, his hard-on quivering on 
the brink of orgasm. With each and every thrust it was rubbing back and 
forth over her clitoris, making Wilma squeal with delight. 

"Oh," Petie said, "it's gonna come out, Mom! Uuuummmmppphhh!! It's 
b-buildin' up! Aaaggghhh!" 

"Ah, Petie! Oh, I feel it!" 

"Ooohhh!! ! " Petie's cock erupted like a little fountain inside her cunt. 
She could feel his hot semen splattering out into the inside of her pussy. 
Her clitoris tingled in orgasm, sending pleasurable sensations shooting out 
in all directions from her cunny. 

"Oh, Petie! Oooohhh." She could scarcely believe the intensity of the 
sensations this young man was capable of arousing in her body. She was 
experiencing an orgasm every bit as pleasurable as any Donald had caused 
her. 

At last they collapsed, and Petie rolled off her, lying beside her, his eyes 
closed and a happy smile on his face. Wilma looked over at this young man 
lying beside her, his pajama top now unbuttoned and spread open, all hir 
male goodies exposed to view from hi' hairless chest to his long naked legs 
to the still-oozing red prick throbbing above hit balls. She could not 
resist the temptation tc reach out and run her fingers lovingly ove. his 
naked skin. 

Petie looked over at her and smiled, then spread his legs to invite her 
caresses down there around his most-private parts. Wilma could not resist. 
She melted before the boy's sexiness. Her fingers moved down until they were 
within inches of his prick and balls, then she was touching him there. She 
caressed his hard red cock and worked his skin up and down its length. The 
boy gasped when she pulled his cockskin down as far as it would go and 
squeezed his prick gently. He stared up and trembled as he saw her leaning 
forward, her moist lips moving down, then opening up directly above his 
erection. Her lips pushed on down and closed over his hot cock, enveloping 
it in the saliva of her mouth. Her tongue began lapping out over the length 
of his smooth-skinned peter. At the same time that she sucked and licked his 
prick, she reached up and fondled his nuts. 

A sticky trickle of cock juice oozed out to coat her tongue. 

"Well, well, what have we here?" Wilma almost choked around her mouthful of 
hot peter. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

It was Donald. He was home from work, and he had walked right into the 
bedroom and caught her in the act. 

"Ooohhh." She wanted to die from embarrassment. She raised up quickly, 
allowing Petie's hard-on to flop out hard against his belly. "D-Donald!" 

"I see the boy's really got you workin' on him, Honey," Donald said, 
grinning as he stared down at his son's saliva-streaked hard-on. 

"She let me fuck her again, too. Dad," Petie said. "Ah, this is great!" 

Wilma wanted to slink from the bed and hide. 

"Go ahead and keep suckin' him, Honey. Don't mind me." 

Blushing, Wilma sat up in bed and pulled her nightie down over her breasts. 
There seemed to be no end to the embarrassment she was to endure in this 
house. Her face as red as a beet, she avoided Donald's eyes and moved past 
him through the bedroom door and toward the kitchen. 

Michael came dragging in as she was taking out the bacon and eggs from the 
refrigerator. He was in his pajamas and white-faced, appearing weaker than 
ever. Soon Donald and Petie were also in the kitchen, swarming around Wilma 
like two dogs after a bitch in heat. Their hands were all over her. Petie 
was actually becoming so aggressive that he was touching her down between 
the legs as though he owned her cunt. 

Somehow Wilma managed to get through breakfast without being too openly 
masturbated, and without allowing one of them to insert his prick in her. 
She got Petie off to work, and Michael dragged off not long after him. Wilma 
was once again left alone with Donald and his lustful sexual appetite. 

"Donald! Donald!' Wilma cried out in protest as Donald grabbed her in the 
kitchen and leaned down over her, forcing her atop he table. He grinned and, 
holding her down with one hand, her naked body lewdly displayed, he began 
unfastening his trousers with his other hand. The hand which was holding her 
down was pressed right atop her cunny, and his finger was already pushing 
its way inside her pussy slit, preparing the way for his big hard-on which 
was soon to follow. "Oh, Honey," Wilma said, moaning as his finger worked at 
her clitoris. He was rubbing it gently but firmly, creating delightful 
sensations down there between her legs. He had his pants clear, down around 
his ankles now and was shoving down his briefs, he stared down, all but 
panting at the sight his huge swollen member as it jerked up in freedom 
above his sperm-packed balls. His big prick was quivering and was wet and 
ready for action. Donald reached down, wrapped his fingers around it, and 
tugged the skin up and down, making his piss slit open and close before her 
eyes. 

Wilma was drooling at the sight of it. She was all ready to drop down on her 
knees to push her lips over every cubic inch of his pulsing member. "Oh, 
stick it in me," she begged. "Fuck me. Honey. Oh, yeah." She was begging for 
it. She wanted him to drive it clear up inside her pussy and work it in and 
out. She wanted him to fuck her magnificently. What Petie had done to her 
that morning seemed now to have just have been an appetizer. 

Donald tugged his peterskin clear down to the base of his cock and held it 
so that his erection was throbbing hard and stiff. He climbed right up atop 
the table, maneuvering himself into position atop his wife's hot feminine 
body. 

Wilma moaned as she felt him rubbing his dickhead around in her pubic hairs. 
"Baby, stick it in me," she said. "Screw me. Ooohhh!" She moaned as his 
throbbing bulbous prickhead pushed open the entranceway to her pussy and 
burrowed its way down inside her. "Oh, Donald! Ahhh, yes! 

"Ah, yeah, Honey! Mmmmmppphhh!" Donald gasped with delight as he felt her 
hot pussy femininity envelop his manhood tool. He drove down all the way, 
working his huge peter clear inside her. He began a slow fucking motion, 
drawing it in and out in a rhythmic movement that made them both gasp with 
delight. 

"Oh, yes, fuck me!" Wilma begged. "Faster!" She was being enveloped by the 
warm sensations shooting out from her pussy in all directions. She worked up 
and down on the table desperately, her naked buttocks slapping down against 
its hard surface again and again. She squirmed to take in as much hard male 
peter as possible. She just couldn't get enough of Donald's throbbing 
erection. 

The faster he worked atop her, the more she wanted. His big prick quivered 
so hard that Wilma shivered with delight. It was creating unbelievably good 
sensations down in her cunny. She moaned with delight. "Oh, Donald! 
Aaaggghhh!" 

Every time he jerked the muscles in the base of his prick, she gasped with 
pleasure. 

"Th-this is what f-fuckin's all about," Donald gasped. "Oh, Honey! Oh, Baby, 
you're so tight." 

She worked the muscles of her pussy around his quivering erection, milking 
at its smooth-skinned length. She could feel it throbbing as hot pre-cum 
syrup came oozing up through its length. She could feel her husband's naked 
legs pressing against her own, and the softness of his balls made her 
tremble as she felt them pushing down between her legs. 

A few blocks away, at his drafting board, Michael was sitting on his stool, 
his chin in his hands, daydreaming about Wilma and the hair-covered snatch 
between her legs. He didn't even have to close his eyes. He could clearly 
see in his imagination how it had looked seeing his younger brother humping 
atop her, driving his big wiener in and out of her slit. He could remember 
how he had burst into the room and caught her sucking Petie how Petie had 
been straddling her face, working his peter in her mouth while she sucked 
and licked it. 

Michael's peter quivered up in his pants and a small wet spot appeared where 
his dickhead was pressing. He couldn't concentrate on his work. All he could 
think about was Wilma and her magnificent cunt, and how she was always 
fucking both his father and his brother. More than anything in the world, 
Michael wanted her to suck him too. He wanted her to wrap her hot lips 
around his peter and run her tongue up and down its length to suck on it 
until he was on the verge of orgasm then remove her mouth and allow him to 
climb atop her to drive his dick down inside her tight womanly cunt. 

His boss stared at him, tapping his foot impatiently as he saw he was paying 
no attention to his job. 

Michael's penis was jerking so violently in his Levi's that it milked up 
pre-cum juice of its own accord. Every inch of its smooth-skinned hardness 
was tingling, and his whole body ached with sexual excitement. 

"Michael!" 

He imagined she was sucking on it. He could almost feel the delightful 
sensations caused by the vacuum of her mouth working at his prick. 

"Michael!" 

Michael snapped out of his daydream. His penis quivering like an iron rod in 
his pants, a huge wet spot clearly visible where his peterhead was pressing, 
he stared up at is boss weakly. 

"Would you come up to my office." 

Michael fidgeted on his stool nervously. 

"Did you hear me, Michael?" 

"I uhh-" Michael stammered, searching for words. Never had he sported a 
boner as he was sporting one now. His boss wanted him to get up in front of 
the whole office and let them see the huge bulge in the front of his pants. 

"Michael, did you hear me?" Michael moaned in despair. There was no way he 
could get out of it. Either he got up and went forward, showing everyone he 
had a hard-on, or he would be disciplined for refusing to obey. 

His boss tapped his foot so impatiently that it could be heard all over the 
room. Every person in the room turned and stared at Michael, wondering why 
he was still sitting there. 

Giving a low moan, Michael grabbed some papers and stood up, bringing the 
papers down so they covered up his big bulge. He headed forward. 

His boss stared at him. Michael was shaking like a leaf. He handed the young 
man a piece of paper. "All right, draw this up for me here at my desk. You 
can put those other papers down." 

Michael stared at him with glassy eyes. 

"Well?" his boss asked. 

"I I-" 

"What's wrong with you, Michael? You're not listening to a word. All right, 
now give me those papers and start drawing this up now." 

Michael stiffened and clenched desperately to the papers. Before he could 
move away, his boss had reached down, grabbed them, and was pulling them 
away. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" There was a loud moan of unison from the whole room as 
everyone's eyes saw the huge wet bulge in the front of Michael's pants. It 
was obvious that he had an erection, and it was obvious that he was oozing 
in his pants. Even as they watched, they could see the hard outline of his 
prick throbbing with life. 

Michael's face began going white. He teetered dizzily on his feet, reached 
out and leaned againt his boss' desk. 

His boss stared at him, wide-eyed with concern. Glancing down, he saw the 
huge bulge between Michael's legs, then looked back up at his face. Michael 
seemed to be ready to pass out. "I don't feel so good," Michael said. His 
boss hurried over, grabbed his shoulders, and helped him stay on his feet. 
"Someone help me," he said. 

Two men got up and hurried over. One got on each side of Michael to support 
his weight. 

"Take him back to his desk, and hurry," their boss said. The two men nodded. 
No one was laughing at the obvious hard-on poor Michael was sporting as they 
all suddenly became concerned about his unusual weakened state. 

The two men holding him up led him through the room. The men they passed, 
however concerned they were for Michael's health, couldn't help but glance 
down to where his huge penis was jerking in spasms, rock hard inside his 
Levi's. 

* * * 

"Oh! OOOHHH!! ! " Wilma moaned loudly. Her legs thrashed as she squirmed on 
the table. Her husband's huge dong was jerking around inside her cunt like a 
small animal. 

The telephone on the far side of the kitchen rang out loudly. 

"Oh! Aaaggghhh! Oh, Donald, you're so big! You're so hard!" 

Donald prick was filling her up completely. 

She could feel every inch of it throbbing hard up inside her cunt. 

"Oh, Baby!" Donald said. "Oh, fuck!" 

The telephone on the wall rang loudly a second time. 

Both Donald and Wilma were far too wrapped up in the exquisite sensations 
shooting through their bodies to notice it. 

Donald's prick was beginning to mount to orgasms. Wilma could feel it 
stiffening up even harder. 

"Ohhh! Ahhh, Baby!" His prick was leaping in spasms. She felt the ripples of 
semen beneath its skin, working up its length. There was a sudden wet 
sensation as his hot cum shot out and hit in splats inside her pussy. 

"Uuuunnnnggghhh!! ! " Wilma cried out with joy as her clitoris exploded 
beneath the onslaught of his jackhammering hard-on. Her orgasm burst down 
inside her cunny like an explosive depth charge. She whimpered with delight. 

The phone was all but ringing off the wall. 

Donald collapsed atop her, panting. Wilma dropped back down onto her butt. 
Donald slowly drew up and off of Wilma, withdrawing his prick from her hole. 
She scrambled to her feet and hurried to the phone on wobbly legs. "Hello?" 

It was young Michael's boss. Wilma's face went white when she was told that 
they wanted her to come in and pick up Michael because he wasn't feeling 
well. 

Wilma shook her head, trying to bring herself down to earth after her 
dizzying experience on the table beneath Donald's naked body. 

His boss told her that Michael was feeling poorly and that the boy had 
nearly passed out right on his feet. Wilma told his boss she would be down 
right away to pick him up and take him to a doctor. 

"What is it, Honey?" Donald asked, seeing the worried look on her face as 
she hung up the phone. 

"Michael's sick," she told him. "I'm going to go down and pick him up and 
take him to the doctor." She bit her lower lip. "I knew something was wrong 
with him. He's been so tired, and his face has been so white lately." 

Donald frowned. "I'm sure it's nothing serious," he said, hiking up his 
pants. 

Wilma stared at him. "And where do you think you're going?" she asked. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"I'm going with you," Donald said. 

Wilma shook her head negatively. "You're going to bed to get some sleep. You 
can't go to work without having any sleep at all. I'll take care of Michael; 
you go to bed." 

Wilma hurried into the bedroom and began pulling on her clothes. She made 
sure Donald was in bed, then headed for the door. 

Her face was drawn with worry when she walked into Michael's office and saw 
Michael sitting there, his face ashen white. 

"What's wrong with him?" she asked. 

His boss shrugged. "I don't know, but if I were you, I'd take him to the 
doctor." 

"I intend to," Wilma said. "Come on, Michael." She went over and helped him 
to his feet. She could not help but notice the wet spot covering the front 
of his pants, although his hard-on had long since descended. "Do you feel 
all right, Honey?" she asked 

"I just don't feel very well," Michael said, allowing her to lead him along 
toward the door. 

Wilma had the impression that Michael was not as weak as he appeared, but 
that he was simply letting himself go as though too tired to care. He even 
allowed her to open the car door for him, heaving a heavy sigh as he slid 
into the front seat. 

Wilma hurried around and got in behind the wheel, started up the car, and 
headed quickly down the street toward the doctor's office. 

Doctor Bodin's office was packed. Since Wilma and Michael had no appointment 
they were told to sit in the waiting room that they would be fit in whenever 
it was possible. Wilma suspected from the beginning it would probably be 
late, and she was right. 

They sat down on a small sofa in a corner after about a twenty-minute wait 
just to have a place to sit. Even at that, they were forced to sit squeezed 
together. Wilma could feel Michael's lean masculine legs pressing against 
her own, and she began trembling in spite of herself as she thought once 
more of what he had down there between his legs. 

Michael seemed to be slowly regaining his strength. She wondered what the 
boy might have wrong with him. She had a few theories of his own, but his 
health was far too important for her to practice any home remedies. It was 
best for her to find out for certain. 

She cursed the long wait they were forced to endure and thought it was 
ironic that a person could die here in the waiting room while just waiting 
to see a doctor. Yet, it was the same all over town. The doctors seemed to 
play with the lives of their patients as though they were so many customers 
coming into a supermarket. 

She put a reassuring hand on Michael's knee, but he gave her a look as 
though she was trying to rape him, and she removed it quickly, her fingers 
trembling. She was beginning to love Michael almost as much as she loved 
Donald in a different sort of way. The sexual emotions the boy aroused in 
her were certainly almost as strong as though aroused by her husband. 

"Missus Johnson?" 

Wilma got up quickly. 

"You may come in now," the nurse said. 

"All right, young man," Doctor Bodin said, "what seems to be the problem?" 

"I just don't feel very good. I'm tired," Michael said. 

The doctor studied Michael's face and stroked his chin. "Well, son, why 
don't you take off your clothes and let's have a look at you." 

Michael's eyes grew wide and he stared at Wilma as though he wondered if she 
was going to keep standing there and watch him get undressed. Wilma didn't 
move an inch. She had no intention of leaving until she found out what was 
wrong with Michael. 

"Go on, son, take off your clothes. We don't have all day," Doctor Bodin 
said. He seemed annoyed that they should even be here, interupting his 
schedule. "Go ahead and undress, I'll be back in a second," he said. He left 
the room. 

Michael blushed, but slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. 

From outside Wilma could hear Doctor Bodin's voice talking to a colleague. 
They were making arrangements for a golf date that very afternoon. She 
cursed under her breath, annoyed that Doctor Bodin should act so hostile 
because they came in without an appointment when he had nothing better to do 
than go out and play golf that afternoon. 

Michael pulled off his shirt and laid it down on the back of a chair. He 
stared at Wilma, obviously wanting her to leave the room, but Wilma held her 
ground, determined to listen to this so-called doctor give his diagnosis. 

Doctor Bodin came back into the room. He snapped his fingers. "Come on, boy, 
get those clothes off so we can have a look at you and get this over with. 
You're not the only patient I here, you know." He winked at Wilma as though 
that made what he was saying all right, but Wilma didn't wink back, nor did 
she smile. She was burning up inside with anger at this doctor and his 
methods of practicing medicine. 

Michael unsnapped his pants, unzipped them, then shoved them down his legs. 
He blushed deeply, and avoided Wilma's eyes. She stared down at her stepson, 
a lump in her throat as she studied his long lean legs. She looked at the 
outline of his cock and balls in his white briefs. There was a huge wet spot 
in the front of his underpants. With his pants down around his ankles, 
Michael found he couldn't remove them until he had taken off his shoes, so 
he bent down to perform that chore. 

Soon Michael was standing there in nothing but his briefs, the big wet spot 
over his prick obvious. The doctor gave a little "Humph!" when he saw the 
stain in the boy's underpants. He began going through the motions of giving 
the boy an examination, taking his temperature, checking his heartbeat, 
taking his pulse, and checking his blood pressure. He looked in the boy's 
throat, in his eyes, in his ears, tapped his back and hit his knee with a 
small hammer to test his reflexes. 

"All right, son, drop your briefs," the doctor said. 

Michael began shaking and he stared at the doctor with wide, terrified eyes 
at the idea that he should be forced to expose his genitals before his 
stepmother's eyes. 

Michael moaned, but still did not move. Wilma's heart was beating wildly at 
the prospect of having her stepson's genitals spilled out before her eyes. 
In spite of worrying over Michael's health, she could not help but be 
excited at seeing him almost naked like this, and now she was going to see 
his prick and balls. 

The doctor tapped his foot impatiently, then he moved forward, hooked his 
thumbs in Michael's briefs, and pulled them down himself. Suddenly Michael's 
prick and balls were spilled out into view. Wilma gave a little gasp of 
surprise at how big the boy's cock actually was. His balls hung like huge 
plums beneath it. His dick, soft, appeared to be about five inches long and 
it was a good inch thick. The boy was circumcised, and the whole head of his 
penis was covered with a sticky coating of pre-cum juice which had been 
oozing out his pee-hole. His cock was red, and his balls hung heavy with 
sperm beneath it. The doctor reached out and placed his fingers under the 
boy's testicles and told him to cough. Michael did so, blushing a deep red 
as he was forced to stand there with his prick and nuts spilled out before 
Wilma's eyes. He was shaking violently, and, to Wilma's amazement, his cock 
was beginning to stiffen up slightly. 

Doctor Bodin reached out, grasped Michael's prick, and tugged the skin down 
as he bent down close to peer at the slit in the end. Michael's pre-cum 
juice was oozing out into view. 

"Ooohhh!" Michael moaned, shaking all over. The doctor released his prick as 
though disgusted. 

"All right," he said, "out with it!" 

Michael stared at him, his eyes wide. 

"You know what I mean," the doctor said, "I can tell just by looking at it." 

Michael's blush was growing so deep that his face was almost scarlet. 

"What are you talking about?" Wilma asked, growing more and more angry with 
this doctor who was talking now in riddles. 

"Look at it," Doctor Bodin said, nodding toward Michael's partly stiff 
penis. "You can tell just by looking at it what he's been doing. That's why 
he's been so tired. He's been playing with it. Haven't you, boy? How often 
do you do it, son, and don't lie to me ... I can tell. Just by looking, its 
obvious just about how often you do do it." 

Michael was stammering, unable to speak, his whole body shaking. 

"I bet you do it four or five times a day, don't you, son? Come on, you know 
what I mean." 

"Don't you realize what you're doing to your health, boy?" Doctor Bodin 
asked. "What you're doing to your brain? Don't you know that playing with 
yourself is going to rot your brain out give you pimples?" 

Now it was Wilma who was becoming so tongue-tied with anger that she 
couldn't speak. It was unbelievable. Doctor Bodin seemed to have stepped 
from the pages of history. Such old-fashioned attitudes regarding 
masturbation had gone out with the Victorians. 

Wilma was becoming almost as red-faced as Michael as she grew more and more 
angry. 

"You'll be dead before you're thirty years old," Doctor Bodin said, "if you 
don't stop playing with it. You do play with it, don't you? Tell me!" 

"Yeah, I'll just bet three or four times a day. I'll bet you do it at least 
five times a day if you do it at all. This is disgusting." The doctor stared 
at Michael as thought he was dirt. "How old are you, young man?" He picked 
up Michael's medical record and glanced at it. "Twenty-two-years old. You're 
old enough to know better than to play with yourself like that." 

"All right, Doctor Bodin, I've just about had enough of this," Wilma told 
him. "What are you trying to do, scare the boy to death? Embarrass him? We 
came in here to find out what's the matter with him, not to have you 
ridicule him like this and tell him a bunch of lies." 

"I think we've heard just about enough," Wilma said, grabbing her purse from 
her chair. "Get dressed, Michael. And as for you," she said, glaring at 
Doctor Bodin, "you're never going to see us in this office again for any 
reason. I've never heard such a batch of old-fashioned foolishness in all my 
life. I don't know where you graduated from medical school if you graduated 
but you need to go back, because you certainly must have been daydreaming 
all the while you were there." 

Doctor Bodin seemed stunned, as though it was just impossible for one of his 
patients to be talking to him like this. 

"What about you?" Wilma asked the doctor. "Did you play with yourself when 
you were a boy?" 

The doctor stared at her, his face suddenly growing red. 

"You know you did," she told him, "and how often? Four or five times a day? 
Three or four times? Or maybe only once a day? But you did it, didn't you? 
Come on, tell us. You did it at least once a day I'd bet anything." 

Wilma was so angry she was shaking. "I wouldn't be surprised if you don't 
still do it," she said. "You look like the type." 

"Why why you-" Doctor Bodin stammered, searching for words to put Wilma in 
her place. 

"Come on, Michael," Wilma said again, "Let's get out of this place before I 
really get mad." 

Michael was still trembling when they reached the car. 

"I want you to forget everything he told you, Michael," she told him. "That 
old fool doesn't even know what he's talking about." 

Michael was looking at her as though he was seeing her for the first time. 
The expression on his face showed his appreciation and sudden admiration. 
The disapproving expression which had been on his face from the day she had 
arrived as Donald's wife was gone. 

"We're going to go to another doctor, honey," Wilma said. "I don't know 
what's wrong with you. I think I might know, but I'm sure it doesn't have 
anything to do with what he was trying to say. I think you're probably a 
little bit anemic. We're going to find out. We're going to go to my doctor. 
He's a strange old codger, but at least he knows what he's talking about. At 
least he treats his patients as though they're people instead of just so 
many blank faces." 

As she talked, Wilma took Michael drove the car in the direction of the old 
man who had been practicing medicine for fifty years and who nearly every 
prostitute in the city relied upon for medical care because of his 
sympathetic nature and because he, even at the age of seventy-five, was 
still one of their best clients. 

Michael, once he met him, could not help but like the man, as nearly 
everybody did, except the snobby higher class society who were only happy 
when they were visiting some specialist for treatment, not a general 
practitioner. 

"All right, son, strip down," he said, "that is, unless you're too bashful 
to do it in front of your mom, here." He winked at Wilma. 

Michael, however, no longer seemed to be embarrassed at the idea of showing 
himself in front of Wilma, as though her siding with him at Doctor Bodin's 
office made her an ally. He almost seemed eager to strip off his clothes to 
show her that now he wanted for them to be the closest of friends. 

He stripped off his shirt, dropped and stepped out of his pants, kicked off 
his shoes and socks, then hooked his thumbs in his briefs and pushed down. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Michael's prick and balls flopped into view. Dr. Taylor grinned. 

"You're the first kid I've seen who wanted to take off his clothes," he 
said. He winked at Michael. Michael blushed a little, but he couldn't help 
but grin back at the mischievous doctor. 

Doctor Taylor proceeded with the same process as had Doctor Bodin, checking 
the boy's heartbeat, his pulse, his respiration, his muscle tone, and so 
forth. He seemed not interested at all in what was down between Michael's 
legs, as though that had nothing at all to do with the problem. 

"I think we'd better take a blood count," he said. "Unless I'm mistaken, I 
think you're anemic." 

Wilma heaved a sigh of relief. It was just as she had suspected. Doctor 
Bodin had skipped over what was really wrong with the boy in order to nail 
him down and make him admit that he masturbated. It made Wilma seethe. 

It was mid-afternoon by the time they finished at Dr. Taylor's office. On 
their way back home, they stopped by a pharmacy to pick up some iron tablets 
to build back up Michael's blood. 

It was a new Michael who sat beside Wilma on the way home. He was pleasant 
and cheerful the very opposite of the sullen young man she had sent off to 
work that morning. Wilma's heart was happy as well, for she knew that at 
last she had gained Michael's confidence. She could sense his gratitude 
radiating out from his being. He was grateful for her having stood up for 
him before Dr. Bodin. He said nothing, but he didn't have to. The look on 
his face told it all. 

"I feel better already," he told her, "and I haven't even taken any of the 
medicine yet. I'm hungry, too." 

Wilma smiled. "The minute we get home," she said, "I'll fix you something." 
She could believe that he was hungry. He had scarcely eaten in the past 
three days. 

The second they arrived at the house, she took Michael into the kitchen and 
began preparing him a king-sized meal. Donald was snoring soundly in the 
bedroom as she dished up a huge plate of bacon and eggs, hashed brown 
potatoes, toast and jelly, orange juice and milk. She felt a glow inside as 
she watched Michael dig into the feast. 

When he had finished eating, he smiled up at her. 

"Now," Wilma said, "I'm going to put you to bed so you can get some rest. 
Come on." 

She led the boy to his bedroom, and he began stripping down in front of her, 
his former bashfulness now completely gone. Her eyes shone as she watched 
his naked body being unveiled before her eyes. He stripped clear down, 
letting his genitals flop into view as she stood there. He smiled sheepishly 
all the while. 

Wilma walked over to his chest of drawers and picked out a pair of pajamas. 
She handed him the tops, hanging onto the bottoms. He drew on the top and 
buttoned them slowly, standing with his legs slightly spread so that his 
cock and balls were clearly revealed down between them. 

Wilma smiled and put the pajama bottoms back into the drawer. "I don't guess 
you need these, do you? It's so warm in here." 

Michael shrugged. "Naw, I don't need 'em. He finished buttoning up his 
pajama tops while Wilma drew down the covers of the bed. When he slipped 
down under them, his naked leg brushed against her arm. 

Wilma gave a little shiver. She wanted this boy so badly she could hardly 
stand it. She wanted to reach out and take hold of his peter and touch it, 
caress it. It was all she could do to keep her hands off him. 

When he was in bed, she drew the covers up, taking one last look at his big, 
manly prick. She could scarcely believe how big it was. She had not even yet 
seen it when it was hard. 

She hesitated, then started to turn away. 

"Wait a minute," Michael said softly. He was blushing. 

"What is it, honey?" Wilma asked. 

"Sit down a minute," Michael said. 

Wilma sat down on the edge of the bed beside the boy. His blush was growing 
even deeper. 

"Yes," Wilma said, her heart pounding. 

"I just want to say that I'm sorry for the way I acted," Michael said. 

Wilma smiled. She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, then took 
his hand in hers and squeezed it. "It's not your fault, honey. I guess I 
deserved it." 

"No, you didn't," he said. "I've been acting like a real prick-" He stopped 
short, his blush increasing because of the word which had slipped from his 
lips. 

Still holding his hand, Wilma's other hand moved up and her fingers gently 
stroked his cheek. Michael smiled a cute, self-conscious smile that made her 
want to eat him up. He was blushing deeper than ever, and perspiration had 
popped out on his forehead. 

"Whew! It's hot in here," he said. 

"Do you want me to take off your pajama tops for you, honey?" Wilma asked. 

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm really sweatin'. I'm hot." 

She held the boy's hand again, and her other hand caressed his cheek, then 
drifted down as though of its own accord to his naked chest. She traced her 
fingers around. 

Michael swallowed, the lump in his throat bobbing visibly. "I like it when 
you touch me," he said. His whole body tensed beneath her stroking fingers. 

Wilma's heart was aching with desire to perform the lewdest of acts with 
this young man's body. Her fingers kept moving lower on his torso, snaking 
down beneath the covers atop his belly. Michael made no effort to stop her. 

She knew she shouldn't be touching him like this. With Petie it had been the 
young man who had made all the advances, practically wearing her down until 
she had submitted to having sex with him. This was different. Now it was she 
who was making advances, not Michael. 

Wilma moved her fingers all over the boy's naked belly. Her hand crept down 
slowly until the tips of her fingers made contact with his pubic hair. 

Michael lay trembling naked beneath the covers. His legs moved apart as 
though he was offering himself to her, encouraging her to move her fingers 
down to his prick and balls. 

Her fingers inched down a little more, right into his pubic hairs, and she 
was within an inch of the boy's bulging genitals. 

"Well, how is he?" 

The sudden voice made Wilma jerk upright, pulling the covers completely down 
to the base of Michael's cock, leaving his cock and balls barely covered. 
Donald was standing in the doorway, grinning. He had almost caught his wife 
in the act of toying with what his son had between his legs. 

"Donald! You scared me to death," Wilma said. 

"I see I took you by surprise," Donald said. "How ya feeling, son?" 

Michael was blushing as though he had been caught with his dick sticking in 
Wilma's cunt. "Uh, I feel better," he said. 

"What's wrong with him?" Donald asked. 

"Anemic," Wilma told him. She got up from the bed, trembling from the 
emotional experience of being caught with her hand under the covers near 
Michael's groin. 

Donald slapped Wilma playfully on the butt. "Why don't you run in and put on 
that nightie of yours?" he said. "I like it better when I can see what I 
married, every inch of it." 

Wilma blushed. 

"You were just about ready to get yourself a handful, weren't you?" Donald 
asked. "I've been standing there about a minute, watchin'. Honey, you're 
really coming along. I'm almost sorry I said anything. Another minute and 
you'd have had it in your hand." 

"Donald! It's your fault. Talking to me about having sex with the boys 
that's all I hear about." 

"Heck, honey, I'm not saying anything about it. I just can't help but laugh 
at how you've been changing the past couple of days. You let Petie fuck ya, 
and now you're after his older brother. 

The door burst open and Petie, his face flushed from excitement, was 
suddenly home from work. 

It was time to get supper. Wilma could scarcely believe the day was over. It 
seemed like she had only got out of bed. Before she knew it, she was packing 
Donald back off to work, washing up the day's dishes, and getting the boys 
ready for bed. 

Not as though they were babies, of course, but, she convinced them both that 
they needed a bath, and that they should wash their hair and put on clean 
pajamas. 

Petie volunteered to be first to take a bath, obviously expecting a rehash 
of the previous day's events when Wilma had masturbated him in the shower. 

"I want you to wash me, too," Petie said. 

Wilma blushed, but when she glimpsed over at Michael and saw him grinning, 
she knew Michael expected her, perhaps even wanted her, to take Petie up on 
his offer. 

"You will wash me, won't ya?' Petie asked. "Like you did yesterday?" 

Still blushing, Wilma nodded. "All right, Petie." She followed the prancing 
boy off to the bathroom and watched as he stripped off all of his clothes. 

To her surprise, as soon as Petie was in the tub and the water was running, 
Michael came in as well. He stood in front of the toilet stool, spread his 
legs, and began to pee. 

"Hey, Michael, stay and watch," Petie said when Michael had finished. 

Michael grinned at his little brother. Wilma had the soap and washcloth in 
her hands and was working up a heavy lather. 

"Hey, I've got an idea," Petie said. "Take off your clothes and get in here 
with me. We can both take a bath at the same time." 

"All right," Michael said, to Wilma's surprise, and he was suddenly taking 
off his clothes. 

Wilma could scarcely believe the change which had come over the boy since 
she had taken him to the doctor. Before she even had time to begin soaping 
up Petie, Michael was climbing into the tub with his brother, stark naked, 
his prick and balls completely exposed. 

She turned first toward Petie and began running the soapy cloth over the 
lad's smooth-skinned flesh. She lathered him up good, getting every square 
inch of his body slick with soap. Then she began concentrating her rubbing 
between his legs. 

The boy began to respond immediately to her caressing fingers, and his cock 
began to stiffen in her fingers. She soaped it until he was cooing with 
delight at the sensations she was creating in his peter. 

As he watched what she was doing to his brother, Michael's boner began 
hardening even more. 

"All right, Petie, sit down and let's rinse you off," Wilma said. 

Petie reluctantly got down in the water, not wanting the pleasureful 
sensations she had been creating in his cock to stop. He allowed her to 
rinse him off. She handed him the towel and told him to step from the tub. 

While he was drying, she went to work on his older brother, a chore which 
made her shake with excitement. Michael, too, was trembling. He stared down, 
watching her soapy fingers move out to touch his naked skin. 

She scarcely knew where to begin. She wanted to touch the boy all over. She 
began with his legs, and she didn't bother with the washcloth. Instead, she 
soaped her hands up until they were dripping with lather, then reached out 
to smear the soapy water all up and down Michael's lean limbs. Michael's 
legs were trembling visibly as she smeared her hands up and down. When her 
hands reached the inner sides of his legs, he was moaning. 

The closer her fingers reached up toward his balls, the wider Michael spread 
his trembling legs, inviting her touch up there between them. When the tips 
of her fingers touched his balls, he gave a little moan and closed his eyes, 
waiting for the rest. 

Wilma's hands were shaking as much as his legs. Her fingers moved on up, 
circling his fleshy nuts. She squeezed them gently. She gave a moan of 
delight because at last she was touching him down there where she had always 
wanted to so badly. 

Petie grinned as he watched. 

"P-Petie," Michael said, opening his eyes and seeing his brother staring. 
"Go get on your pajamas, will ya?" 

"I wanna watch," Petie said. "I let you watch her do it to me." 

Wilma, too, wanted for her and Michael to be alone during this, their first 
intimate moment. "Go on," she said, "Go get on your pajamas like Michael 
said." 

"Just my tops," Petie said. 

"Ooohhh!" Michael moaned as he felt the pressure of her fingers around his 
nearly stiff organ. 

Wilma began to gently massage it. She squeezed the boy's nuts with one hand 
and stroked his magnificent rod with the other. She worked the foreskin down 
off his bulbous red cockhead, then pulled it back up again, making him gasp 
with delight. 

"Aaahhh!" Michael gasped and moaned as the sensations mounted in his 
hardening peter. His cock throbbed stiffly in her hand. His balls pulsed 
with their load of semen. 

"Oh, Michael, you're so big and hard," Wilma told him. She pulled the skin 
of his throbbing dick up and down. She could feel his hard member quivering 
hotly against her soapy fingers. The more she caressed it, the harder and 
longer it got. Michael's excited moans grew louder. His whole body shook as 
violently as his prick was quivering down between his widespread legs. 

Wilma's excitement was becoming too much for her. Wilma released the naked 
boy's prick and had him lower himself into the water. She rinsed him clean 
by splashing water over his bare skin, then had him stand up again. She 
knelt and moved her face forward, lips eagerly anticipating the imminent 
oral caressing of his hard cock. 

Michael stared down. His eyes were wide as he saw her mouth move right up to 
the end of his erection. Holding the base of his pulsing cock with her 
fingers, she opened her mouth. Her heart was pounding with excitement as she 
allowed her mouth to slide over his bulbous, aching peterhead. Her lips 
closed and she tasted Michael's cock for the first time. 

Michael moaned with pleasure. 

Suddenly Petie was back in the bathroom. He watched what she was doing to 
his older brother. He grinned. "Aw, gee, she's really suckin' ya, isn't she, 
Michael? It feels good, doesn't it!" 

"Ooohhh!" Michael gasped with delight. His naked legs trembled around 
Wilma's face as she mouthed and sucked his hard wet peter. Her tongue and 
lips were all over his erection. She pushed and pulled with her lips, 
tugging the loose outer skin of his shaft up and down again and again. Each 
time she pushed down with her lips, Michael moaned at how good it felt. He 
gasped as he felt her hot tongue rolling around over his pecker flesh. He 
stared down, his eyes wide with wonder, and he placed his hands on her head. 
He pushed and pulled, guiding her squeezing lips up and down on his pulsing 
shaft. 

Wilma was actually masturbating the young man with her mouth. She gobbled 
his dick as though she was tasting cock for the first time in her life. She 
was so hungry for this boy's cock that she was going to eat up every last 
inch of it before she was finished. Wilma wanted to suck up his hot stringy 
cum and swallow it all down. Never before had she been so hungry for a man's 
hot, hard prick. 

Her hands roamed up and down the backsides of Michael's legs. She toyed with 
his butt, running her fingers over his firm naked buns. Wilma couldn't get 
enough of her hot-blooded stepson. The more she sucked on his dick, the more 
she wanted to suck on it. She never wanted to stop. 

Wilma's lips plunged down to the very root of Michael's hard peter. Her lips 
pressed right against his balls. She held that position a long moment, 
sucking hard while she rolled her tongue around. She could feel the veins in 
his shaft throbbing gainst her tongue. His cock jerked in spasms. The sticky 
essence of his balls began working its way up his shaft and out his peehole 
and out onto her tongue and against the roof of her mouth. His pre-cum 
emissions were flowing freely. They were drawn up by the powerful suction 
she was creating. 

"Oh! Aw, it feels good! Ohhh!" Michael could scarcely stand still. His legs 
were shaking. Every muscle in his body tensed up, then relaxed, again and 
again. The sensations down between his legs were growing stronger and worked 
their way all through his groin. 

Wilma plunged her lips down again this time so hard that she actually pushed 
him back against the tile wall over the tub. She moved her head forward so 
that her head, between his legs, had him pinned against the wall. He was 
prisoner to her sucking mouth. 

She sucked harder. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Wilma worked her mouth up and down faster on Michael's big red prick. Her 
lips tugged the loose foreskin of his peter up and down rapidly. Her head 
bobbed up and down between his legs. 

Stringy pre-cum juice coated her tongue. Her mouth was full of the taste of 
his peter's fluids. 

"Oh! I c-can't hold back!" Michael said. "Aaahhh! G-gosh!" He squirmed 
helplessly against the wall while she worked her mouth all over his 
erection. 

Wilma sucked hard on his prick. His cock leaped in spasms against the roof 
of her mouth. She knew he was about to cum. She thrust her lips clear down 
and pressed her tongue against the sensitive underside of his swollen 
erection. She set up such a powerful suction that there was no way he could 
hold back any longer. 

"Ooohhh! Uuummmppphhh! Nnngggppphhh!" Michael moaned loudly, then suddenly 
the hot juices in his balls were shooting up through his rod. Hot jets of 
sticky man jism came splattering out against the roof of Wilma's mouth and 
all over her tongue. It spilled down into her throat. It filled her mouth 
with the taste of his manly essence. 

She sucked long and hard, drawing up one jet of his semen after another 
until Michael was whispering for her to stop. 

"Agh! Oh, please! Uuummmppphhh!" He grabbed her head to push it back. He had 
shot out every ounce of his cum into her mouth, yet still she was sucking 
him to draw up more. "S-stop! Please!" 

Reluctantly, Wilma raised up, drawing her mouth up to the end of Michael's 
hard-on and releasing it. Once free of her squeezing lips, it slapped up 
hard against his belly. A final sticky spurt of jism oozed out and strung 
down in a shimmering strand that danced between his legs. 

Wilma lapped out with her tongue, licking up the last of his goodies, then 
licked her lips. She didn't want to miss a single drop of his juicy 
offering. 

"Ooohhh!" Michael gasped and panted for breath as he leaned against the 
wall. His naked body gleamed with perspiration. She had sucked him dry. 
There was not a drop of semen left in his balls, for the moment at least. 
Actually, the amount of cum he was going to shoot out into her body that 
evening would have made both of them drop their mouths open in amazement. 

Wilma was almost as drained as the boy. The emotional excitement of sucking 
him off and washing his naked body had worn her out as thoroughly as his 
orgasm had worn him out. She and Michael stared wearily into one another's 
eyes as Petie grinned. 

"Wow, she sucked the white stuff out of ya, didn't she?" Petie observed. 

Michael nodded numbly, a half smile of pleasure on his face. 

"Now ya won't be able to fuck her," Petie said. 

"Petie!" Wilma snapped. "You shouldn't talk like that." 

"Why? Aren't ya gonna let him fuck ya?" 

Wilma bent down and ran her hand all around in the bathtub water until she 
located the soap, then brought it up. She began soaping Michael down again 
to clean him up. Her soapy fingers ran all over his naked skin. She couldn't 
get enough of touching him. 

He gave little gasps of delight when her fingers touched a particularly 
sensitive spot, such as his genitals, his naked buns, or his smooth-skinned 
belly. He gave an especially loud gasp when her soapy fingers worked their 
way right in between his two buttocks and soaped up his butt-crack. Wilma 
couldn't resist the temptation. Her index finger pressed down right against 
the boy's brown puckered butt hole. She pushed gently, driving the very tip 
of her finger down inside the boy's anus. 

"Ohhh!" He stared at her with wonder-filled eyes. His prick jerked up to 
attention. 

Wilma continued washing him, running her soapy hands over his body, then 
came back to his anus, and her finger went back up into his hole as though 
drawn by a magnet. Michael moaned as he felt her long feminine digit work 
its way up his ass. He spread his naked legs, and they trembled as each 
fraction of an inch of wriggling finger worked its way up inside his butt. 

"Oh, gosh, she's stickin' her finger up inside your butt hole," Petie said. 

Michael closed his eyes and moaned. Wilma's finger created sensations that 
shot out from his butt and worked their way up into his hardening prick. Her 
free hand came up and her fingers closed around his shaft, then began 
frigging slowly up and down. She masturbated him expertly with her 
soap-slippery fingers. 

"I've got an idea," Petie said. "Why don't we all sleep together tonight. 
That'd be fun." 

Michael's eyes were glazed over with lust, and Wilma was so excited her 
heart was pounding. She nodded. "Okay, Petie." She knew she should never 
consent to such a sleeping arrangement, but all she could think about was 
feeling Michael's big peter up inside her. She wouldn't be satisfied until 
she had him. 

Wilma stared down at the boy's swollen erection, watching it throb hard and 
red above his big plum-sized balls. The pre-cum juice was oozing steadily 
out the tip of it. 

In less than three minutes the three of them were stark naked in Wilma's 
bedroom and crawling onto the bed. They didn't even bother with pajamas. A 
tickling match began a match in which Wilma did most of the tickling. She 
traced her fingers over the boys' naked bellies and feet to make them laugh 
and cause their long dicks to jerk up hard and erect. 

Michael's whole prick was covered with a sticky film of the cock juice which 
was oozing out its end. Sticky strands of his pre-cum syrup were getting all 
over the sheets. 

"Look at Michael's peter," Petie said. "It's all sticky." 

As though just only realizing that fact, Wilma reached out her hand and ran 
her fingers up and down the length of Michael's burgeoning hard-on. When she 
drew her hand away, a sticky strand of pre-cum juice strung from his hard-on 
to her fingers. 

Michael's prick wasn't the only one which was oozing, however. Petie's 
erection was throbbing violently, and a small gathering of sticky clear 
juice had oozed out onto its tip around his peehole. 

With two hot, hard young males throwing rods constantly before her eyes, 
Wilma's pussy was continuously tingling. Her heart beat with excitement as 
Petie and Michael pinned her to the bed and climbed atop her. 

"Let's do it to her, Michael," Petie said. "You fuck her and I'll make her 
suck my dick." 

Michael seemed pleased with the suggestion. Petie climbed right atop Wilma's 
head, straddling it with one naked leg on either side, and he rubbed the end 
of his erection back and forth against her lips. She opened her mouth and 
allowed him to push it inside, then clamped her lips down tight around it 
and began licking and sucking. 

At the same time, she moaned as she felt Michael climb atop her so that his 
pulsing prick was aimed straight down at her pussy hole. She spread her legs 
wide, laying open her slit, then felt him rubbing his bulbous dickhead in 
her cuntal furrow. 

"Ooohhh! Aaahhh!" Wilma moaned around Petie's big wiener as she sucked and 
licked it. At last, down between her legs, Michael was sticking it in her. 
Her naked legs quivered as the boy's big long erection pushed down inside 
her cunny. 

This was pure ecstasy. She had one big hard-on stuck in her mouth and the 
other in her cunt. She could scarcely believe how lucky she was. What was 
even more unbelievable was that she felt no guilt whatsoever. She was 
enjoying it thoroughly. She would allow herself to feel guilty later if at 
all. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh! Aw, she's really suckin' me, Michael," Petie said. 

"Ooohhh! Aw, Jeez!" Michael sobbed with disbelief at how good it felt to 
have a hot cunt wrapped around his prick. He moved his hips instinctively, 
working his hard erection in and out of Wilma's cunt hole. 

Petie, too, began humping away, fucking Wilma's mouth as though it was a hot 
wet twat. Both boys were shaking with excitement and their peters throbbed 
hot and red in Wilma's mouth and pussy. 

Wilma moved beneath them, bucking her hips to meet each and every plunge of 
Michael's hard-on, and she bobbed her head up and down on the bed, working 
her lips over Petie's pulsing tool. She couldn't get enough of their 
erections. Her tongue moved all around on Petie's erection, licking up and 
down and back and forth, covering it with a warm layer of saliva, pressing 
against it and pushing the skin of his peter up and down over his dickhead. 

At the same time, she sucked hard with her mouth and throat, creating a 
vacuum that was drawing the sticky pre-cum juice right up through the length 
of his stem and out his cockslit onto her tongue. Petie was squealing with 
delight and humping atop her as though he had been doing it all his life. 

Wilma's naked legs trembled while she worked her butt up and down on the 
bed. shoving her pussy on and off of Michael's cockstem. She could feel 
every inch of it throbbing hot and hard inside her, pressing out against her 
warm, moist pussy walls. The boy's erection was quivering like a living 
creature inside her cunny. 

Michael gasped and panted desperately. Wilma knew he was straining to hold 
back his churning semen. 

She sucked on Petie's prick as hard as she could. Her cunt was vibrating 
with the most intense sensations imaginable. Petie was grunting desperately 
atop her, his whole body jerking in spasms. She could feel his hard-on 
throbbing violently inside her mouth, and the sweet pre-cum juice was oozing 
freely out the slit in the end. 

"Ohhh, it's gonna cum out," Petie said. "I can feel it buildin' up! Agh, 
it's cummin'! IT'S CUMMIN'OUTM! Aaaggghhh!" Petie closed his eyes and humped 
madly atop Wilma's face, driving his jizz-spewing prick in and out as fast 
as he could. 

At the same time, his older brother was working like a maniac down atop her 
cunt. Michael humped his hips up and down so that his thick quivering pecker 
was working in and out of her tube at a fast and steady rhythm. His erection 
quivered with excitement. The veins in the sides of it throbbed hotly. He 
was, like Petie, about to cum. 

Sensing this, Wilma raised up off the bed, thrusting her cunny all the way 
up over his dick until her hairs were rubbing against his balls. She 
squeezed, then relaxed, again and again, the muscles of her pussy, milking 
his big prick. 

"Ooohhh!" Michael groaned. "Ah, I'm gonna cum! I c-can feel it! Ah, you're 
so tight!" 

"Ooohhh!" Wilma gasped as Petie raised up, withdrawing his dripping penis 
from her mouth. 

She lapped out with her tongue, licking up the last of his oozing semen from 
his dickhead, then allowed him to fall over onto his side so that he could 
watch Michael finish up the fuck he was giving her. 

"Oh, Michael! Aw, you're so big," Wilma said. "Aaaggghhh!" She gasped with 
delight as he worked his hard-on desperately in and out of her twat-hole. 
Never had she so enjoyed a fuck. 

"Mmmmmmppphhh!! ! " Michael moaned loudly and long. His prick was giving a 
gigantic jerk inside Wilma's cunt then it exploded. 

Wilma could feel the hot wetness of it flowing out over her pussy walls, 
covering them completely. Michael continued to hump atop her, jacking his 
hot cock in and out of its own sticky semen inside her pussy-tube. 

"Mph! Ooohhh!" He closed his eyes and gasped. His whole body shook. His 
naked skin gleamed with sweat. Falling down atop her, he continued to pump 
his midsection up and down, working his cum-spewing organ until it had shot 
out the last of his scalding hot offering. 

"Oh, Michael," Wilma said. "Ah, I can feel you so good!" She continued to 
milk at the boy's hard-on with her pussy muscles to draw up the last of his 
potent man-fluids. His dick had completely drained itself inside her. 

"Aw, gee," he said, opening his eyes. He opened his eyes and stared at 
Wilma, grinning sheepishly. "I never knew it would feel that good," he said. 

"I told you it felt good fuckin' her," Petie said. "Now don't you wish you'd 
have started doin' it to her earlier, like I did? Gosh, she sucks me and 
lets me fuck her all the time. It's great!! " 

"Oh!" Michael jerked the muscles in the base of his prick, causing it to 
leap inside Wilma's twat. He was still enjoying the sensation of having his 
cock inside a woman's cunthole. 

Wilma smiled at the boy, and reaching up, she ran her fingers lovingly 
through his hair. Her hands came down over his back and onto his naked 
buttocks. She could feel the muscles in his rectum relax and then tense up 
as he worked his peter inside her. 

"You don't wanna take it out, do ya?" Petie asked. "See how good it feels? I 
just love it!" 

Michael rubbed his cheeks against Wilma's swollen breasts, then darted his 
tongue over her nipples. 

"Ohhh, Michael! Ooohhh!" 

He pursed his lips around her right nipple and began bathing it in his warm 
saliva as his tongue flicked up and down. He began sucking on her nipple as 
though he was a young baby nursing its mother. 

Michael continued to work his hard peter around inside Wilma's hole for a 
long time before he finally took it out, then rolled over beside her on the 
opposite side of Petie. 

"Ohhh, man, that was great," Michael said. 

"Yeah," Petie agreed. His hand was down fingering his prick and he stared at 
Wilma's hole as though he wanted to take his brother's place and jam his 
prick inside her. 

Wilma was enveloped by a warm glow of pleasure. She had possessed Michael at 
last. Not only had she tongued and licked and sucked his peter, but she had 
felt it down inside her, and she had received his hot cum in her mouth and 
in her pussy. From now on, everything else would be extra, and she hoped 
that there would be a great deal of that extra to be had. 

She looked at these horny young men who were her stepsons and now her 
lovers. She could scarcely believe her luck at having so much hot hard penis 
at her disposal and all at her husband's urging that was the most beautiful 
part of all. He wanted her to partake whenever possible, and was actually 
encouraging her to do so. 

"C-can I fuck ya now?" Petie asked. 

Wilma could not help but smile at the horny young man. "All right, Petie, 
come on," she said. "Get on." 

Petie, trembling with excitement, got up and climbed atop Wilma's naked, 
spread-eagled body. He maneuvered himself between her legs and rubbed the 
end of his hard organ inside her cuntal furrow. His pulsing dickhead spread 
open her pussy lips, and her hole opened up before its onslaught, allowing 
it access. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Petie's hard-on was filling her inch by inch. Michael stared, watching his 
younger brother's erection push down inside Wilma's cunt. His own hard prick 
throbbed anew with life. 

While Wilma gasped and trembled on the bed, Petie drove his cock in and out 
of her cunt. She reached out and ran her hand over Michael's naked legs as 
she felt the thrusts of Petie's organ. She smiled as she felt him spread his 
limbs apart, allowing her to work her fingers right up the inner side of his 
leg to their junction where his peter was throbbing hard and red. 

She brushed her fingers lightly over the smooth skin of his peter, making it 
jerk in spasms. It was still wet from the fuck he had just given her, but 
already a drop of clear pre-seminal fluids was oozing out from between the 
lips of his peter-hole. She ran her fingers right up into the sticky liquid 
and smeared it down over his shaft. 

"Oh, gee," Michael said. "Oooohhh!" He spread his legs even wider, laying 
open his big nuts and his long hard prick, allowing her to do anything she 
wanted down there between his legs. 

Wilma wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed down. At the same 
time she pulled the loose outer skin of his penis down as far as it would 
go. 

"Uuuummmppphhh!" Michael moaned with pleasure. He stared down at what she 
was doing to him, his eyes glazed with lust. 

Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Petie grunted desperately as he worked his hard peter in 
and out of Wilma's cunt. He pushed it clear inside her, then pulled it out 
until only his knobby prickhead was still embedded between her pussy lips. 
He was fucking her expertly, as though he had done nothing else since the 
day he was born but stick his wienie in girls and women. 

Wilma tugged gently at Michael's penis, and he moved forward eagerly, 
knowing what she wanted him to do, to take Petie's former place astride her 
face. She wanted to suck his cock. 

Michael swung one leg over Wilma's body so that his cock and balls were 
brought within inches of her face. Leaning forward, he rubbed the tip of his 
erection against her lips. His sticky cockfluids smeared over her mouth. 
Wilma ran out her tongue, licking it up, then her tongue reached his 
erection and began moving around. She lapped at it, working her tongue 
thoroughly around, licking up and down, smearing it over every square inch 
of peter skin she could reach. 

"Aaahhh!" Michael stared down wide-eyed at what she was doing to him between 
his legs. He whimpered with pleasure as he felt her hot tongue running over 
his prick, coating it with saliva. The sensations her tongue was creating as 
it worked his skin around on his shaft were unbelievably good. 

He moaned with anticipation when she saw her open her lips. Her mouth moved 
forward, taking in the tip of his prick. Her hot lips closed over the end of 
his erection. 

Wilma grunted with passion beneath the weight of the boys while Petie worked 
his hard-on in and out of her cunt and Michael pressed his midsection 
against her face, driving his cock into her throat. She wondered what Donald 
would say if he could see her now. She knew. He would laugh. The sight of 
the three of them sucking and fucking and the sounds of their groans would 
really turn him on, as would the smell of his two horny sons' semen. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Petie grunted as his quivering erection moved in and out of 
his stepmother's squeezing cunny. 

Michael had his eyes closed, and his whole body was stiffening up. The 
sensations Wilma was creating in his prick were mounting with intensity. Her 
tongue seemed to be all over his dick. The strong suction she was creating 
with her mouth and throat was pulling up pre-cum juice through the length of 
his penis, making it tingle with delight. 

"Ohhh!" He gasped with pleasure. He worked his hips, bringing his midsection 
slamming down again and again so that his butt quivered and his throbbing 
hard-on worked in and out between Wilma's lips. 

She held her lips down tight, keeping the skin of the boy's prick in one 
place while his inner shaft slid in and out of its own sheath of skin. Her 
tongue was covered with the sticky juice oozing out between the lips of his 
piss slit. She moaned with pleasure. 

The sensations down in Wilma's cunny mounted as Petie's hard cock rubbed 
back and forth over her tingling clitoris. 

"Umn! Nnnmmmnnn! Uuummmnnn!" She moaned happily around her mouthful of 
prick, sucking eagerly at Michael's penis. The sweet tasting juice which 
oozed out was finer than any nectar could ever be. 

"Oh! OOOHHH!" Michael moaned loudly as the sensations mounted in his 
erection. She could feel it quivering against her tongue and knew she was 
about to coax up yet another orgasm from the boy's big nuts. 

Petie's prick, too, was quivering rock-hard inside Wilma's cunt. She knew 
both boys could not hold back much longer and would soon be shooting their 
hot semen into her mouth and pussy. 

She wrapped her legs tightly around Petie's cock, squeezing at it as hard as 
she could with her cunny muscles, making the boy squeal with delight. At the 
same time she sucked Michael's prick clear back into her throat, and ran her 
tongue up and down its sensitive underneath side. 

He opened his eyes wide as he stared down, groaning with surprise at how 
good it felt. Both boys began grunting. Every muscle in their bodies was 
strained as they fought to hold back their churning semen. The perspiration 
gleamed on their naked skin. The smell of their pricks and balls wafted up, 
filling Wilma's nostrils and making her become drugged with passion. 

"Ooohhh!" Petie burst out with a loud moan. His while body stiffened atop 
Wilma's midsection and his hard cock worked in spasms inside her. 

Wilma knew the boy was cumming. She felt a tiny dribble of wetness oozing 
deep down inside her twat. He didn't have much to offer, but he was offering 
it with all his energies, giving her every last drop of hot jism that 
remained in his balls. 

"Oh! OOOHHH! It's buildin' up!" Michael said. "I can't hold it back!" He 
strained desperately to keep the muscles on his hard-on clamped down, but 
the sensations were building up too strongly. Gasping loudly, he threw his 
head back and stared up at the ceiling. Every muscle in his body went tense. 
Suddenly he was cumming. He bucked his hips wildly and jammed his big 
hard-on clear down in Wilma's mouth. Huge jets of his semen came gushing 
into her mouth, filling her throat, coating her tongue filling her with the 
taste of him. 

"Aggghhhhhh! Ohhh, yeah!" Michael gasped loudly, driving his hard pecker 
into Wilma's throat as far as it would go. His cum spurted out his pee-hole. 

Wilma swallowed down his jism in gulps. She milked her cunny muscles around 
Petie's scum-dribbled cock. Her heart beat wildly and her whole body shook 
in violent orgasm as her clitoris exploded. Powerful sensations shot out 
from her clit, and the world seemed to be rocking. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Petie collapsed backward onto his butt. His big hard-on popped 
out and slapped up hard against his belly. It was coated with a layer of cum 
from his and Michael's semen. 

"Oooohhh!" Michael collapsed forward, his belly pressing against Wilma's 
face, smothering her with hot male flesh, then he, too, rolled off from atop 
her, withdrawing his hard-on from her mouth. He fell beside her on the bed 
and panted desperately for breath. 

Both boys were physically exhausted. Their balls were drained by Wilma's 
semen-hungry cunt and mouth. 

Wilma's chest rose and fell as she panted to catch her breath. Her big 
breasts bobbled tantalizingly. Both boys, however, were too worn out to be 
aroused into any further sexual activity. They were done in for the evening. 
They cuddled up beside Wilma, and she pulled the covers up over their naked 
bodies. All three of them lay there in the daze which follows complete 
sexual satisfaction. 

Wilma fell asleep with a hard boy cradled under each arm. She entered a 
world of dreams in which they were all three romping together, sucking and 
fucking, caressing one another's bodies to repeated orgasm. 

The three of them woke to loud laughter as Donald stood over the bed 
surveying the situation. It was obvious what they had been doing the night 
before. The sheets were covered with stains of semen. The smell of excited 
cocks and balls and jism still filled the bedroom. 

"Do you mind if I join you?" Donald asked, reaching down and beginning to 
unbutton his shirt. 

Petie grinned at his father and Michael stared with disbelief. Wilma was 
blushing a deep crimson. Donald's belief that the family that plays together 
stays together was being carried to its logical conclusion. All four of them 
were about to romp in bed, engaging in sex together. 

As a prostitute, Wilma had satisfied many men, but never had she been given 
such a challenge as this. She had not just one, but three hot-blooded males 
to satisfy at once. This was to be her supreme challenge. 

Donald's shirt now lay in a pile on the floor. He was in the process of 
unfastening his pants and was naked from the waist up. The wiry hairs on his 
chest glistened in the light. 

Petie kicked down the covers, revealing his own and Wilma's and his 
brother's nakedness to his father's eyes. His long dick was already hard and 
stiff. His hand was between his legs squeezing at it, making it even harder. 

Donald shoved down his pants and underpants in one swift motion and stepped 
out of them. Stark naked, he moved toward the bed. "Move over, everyone," he 
said. "Let's get this show on the road." 

"I get to fuck 'er," Petie said. 

"Like hell you do. Son. You got to fuck her all night long. It's my turn 
now." 

They began climbing atop Wilma all three of them. Even Michael was joining 
in the fun. Donald climbed atop Wilma's midsection so that his big prick and 
balls were hovering right above her cunt. Michael straddled her face and 
aimed his erection at her cock-hungry lips. Petie was left with no place to 
stick his cock. He moved right up beside Wilma and sat there cross-legged, 
and she reached out and began stroking his erection with her fingers. 

"Ooohhh!" Wilma moaned as she felt the end of Donald's erection slipping 
inside her cunt. It was spreading her pussy lips. "Aaaggghhh!" She gasped as 
her moan was cut short by the sudden insertion of Michael's penis into her 
mouth. She brought her lips down around her lover-boy's prick and began 
licking and sucking. 

Atop her, Donald shoved all the way down, driving his hard-on into the 
innermost depths of her cunt. Petie's prick was stiff and jerked violently 
in her fingers as she stroked it expertly, making him moan with pleasure. 
The slit in the end of his penis opened and closed rhythmically as she 
masturbated him with her hand. A little trickle of crystal-clear cockjuice 
ran down atop her fingers. Wilma smeared it all up and down the boy's 
long-stemmed wiener, slicking it up in its own juice. Her fingers began to 
make wet squishy noises as they worked around it, pulling on its skin. 

The four of them mated naked on the bed, their bare bodies gleaming with 
perspiration, the smell of their genitals filling the air. They all seemed 
to be drugged with desire. 

Wilma, especially, was writhing with excitement. She fucked and sucked and 
masturbated the three naked males with a passion. She was surrounded by hot 
cock. 

"Oh! Aaaggghhh!" Wilma pushed her butt up off the bed, driving her cunt all 
the way over Donald's throbbing hard-on. She squeezed her pussy muslces as 
hard as she could, milking up the pre-cum juice through the length of his 
cock. As it oozed forth, his huge erection spread it all up and down her 
pussy passageway, lubricating the magnificent fuck he was giving her. 

"Aaahhh!" Petie stared down, fascinated at the sight of Wilma's fingers 
wrapped around his cock, pulling the skin up and down. His whole body shook 
with excitement. He bucked his hips gently, forcing his hard-on in and out 
of her tightly-squeezing fist. He was literally fucking the fingers wrapped 
around his dick. 

"Ooohhh! Ahhh, yeah! Uuuummmppphhh!" Michael moaned with excitement atop her 
face. He stared down at the lips which were wrapped tightly around his 
shaft. She was creating sensations with her tongue that were unbelievable. 
Her tongue ran up and down the length of his cock. The suction she was 
creating pulled at every cubic inch of his peter. His erection quivered hard 
and erect inside her throat. 

In the midst of the three naked males, Wilma writhed on the bed, grinding 
her hot cunt up and down over Donald's cockshaft and moaning with delight at 
the beautiful sensations shooting through her pussy. With every plunge of 
his cock down inside her, his hard-on rubbed against her clit. The 
sensations were building up between her legs, causing her to moan 
uncontrollably. 

As she squirmed beneath the onslaught of Donald's big prick, Wilma gobbled 
up a storm on Michael's big hard-on. She savored the taste of his pulsing 
wienie and shuddered with delight. 

At the same time she felt Petie's pulsing prick with her fingers. She could 
feel the veins throbbing in its sides as she ran her fingers up and down, 
stroking it expertly, making the boy coo with delight. Never had she so 
enjoyed the act of sex in all her life. 

Three hot cocks, and they were all hers to do with as she wanted to suck to 
stroke with her fingers to take inside her hot cunt. She could milk them 
until they shot out their hot semen, giving her their all. 

Wilma humped up to Donald's cock, sucked on Michael's, and whipped her 
masturbating fingers up and down on Petie's hot tool. Her cunny was building 
up with tingling sensations and waves of pleasure were sweeping over her 
body. 

"Ohhh!. Ooohhh! Aaahhh!" She gasped desperately around Michael's hard peter. 
The tingling sensations in her hot wet pussy were building up ever closer to 
the brink. 

"MMMPPPHHHHHHH!! ! " Wilma let out a loud low groan that caused Michael's 
prick to vibrate inside her mouth. She was cumming magnificently. The 
sensations were shooting out in all directions from her clit, causing her to 
buck up and down on the bed like a wild woman. 

"NNNGGGPPPHHH!! ! ! " Donald moaned with delight as he felt her magnificent 
pussy squeezing and pulling at his erection. He gave a loud gasp, then his 
cock stiffened up right inside her. His semen came gushing up through its 
length. Hot cum came splattering out all over the inside of Wilma's 
fuck-tube. 

"Ohhh!" Petie moaned. "Uuuummmppphhh!" He bucked wildly, driving his hard on 
in and out of her squeezing fist. His aching cock was stiffening up as hard 
as possible, then suddenly the slit in the end opened. A large glob of cum 
came shooting out, spattering over Wilma's fingers. 

She continued to masturbate the boy, pulling up his cum and smearing it all 
over his hard prick. 

She gasped desperately as her orgasm built even higher in intensity. She was 
now creating such powerful vacuum with her mouth that there was no holding 
back for Michael. The boy moaned desperately, straining every muscle in his 
body in an effort to hold back his semen, but the suction of her mouth was 
too much. 

Michael's whole body quivered as his hard-on exploded in Wilma's mouth, 
shooting out his potent hot cream. Wilma writhed with excitement on the bed 
as she milked up hot cum from their three male peters. The room was filled 
with their loud cries of excitement as they shot forth glob after glob of 
white icing into her mouth, her cunt, and her fist. 

When at last they rolled off her, collapsing, Wilma lay exhausted in their 
midst, draped by their hot male limbs. It was all she could do to pull 
herself free from the tangle of legs and arms to go into the kitchen to 
begin a meal. 

As it turned out, none of them were really very hungry, and they all just 
picked at their food. 

What happened after they finished eating was almost unbelievable. Once Wilma 
had cleared away the dishes, Donald and his two sons helped her wash them up 
so she would be free as soon as possible then, in the living room, Donald 
brought out a Polaroid camera. 

All four of them were still stark naked. Wilma could scarcely believe that 
he was going to take pictures of them like this. 

"I think we ought to start us a little family album," Donald said. 

"Aw, gee," Petie said. "Are you gonna take pictures of us naked?" 

"Not just take pictures of you naked," his father told him, "but take 
pictures of you aw, you know screwin' your new mom." 

"Oh, man," Petie said. "This is gonna be great." 

Michael stared with disbelief at his father, but the corners of his mouth 
were curling into a smile. 

Wilma shook her head with disbelief. "Are you kidding me, Donald? You're 
going to start an album with pictures like that?" 

"Why not?" he asked. "We all do it together. We might as well have pictures 
of it to remember the great times we're having together. Isn't that what an 
album's for?" 

"Donald, if anyone else ever saw that album-" 

"Who's ever going to see it?" he asked. "If something happens but who cares 
if they do? What we do is our own business." He laughed. "Can you imagine 
what it would be like for our great-grandchildren to come across the album 
we're going to make? Can't you just see them finding it up in the attic? 
They would shit! Oh, we gotta do it! This is the greatest idea I've ever 
had." 

He was loading a pack of film into the camera. He had obviously been 
planning this in advance, just waiting for the moment when Wilma broke loose 
with his two sons and the sexual free-for-all began. 

"Why don't we start out by having you suck on Petie?" he said. 

"Oh, yeah," Petie said. "Suck me! Suck my prick! Let Dad take a picture of 
you doin' that!" 

Wilma was flabbergasted that Donald should think up such a project yet, at 
the same time, it strangely excited her. Yes, it would be fun looking back 
at pictures of the sexual activities in which they were engaged when they 
grew older and the boys left home. He did have a point. She didn't want to 
forget the joys they were experiencing. And that's what pictures were all 
about to bring back fond memories and these were the fondest memories of her 
entire life. 

It didn't, therefore, take much convincing for Wilma to drop to her knees 
before her youngest stepson. Petie spread his legs wide in front of her 
face, then held the base of his prick so that it was aimed straight at her 
mouth. 

Wilma opened her mouth and allowed the boy to stick his hard erection 
between her lips. She began sucking immediately. 

"Ohhh! Aaahhhhhhh!" Petie gasped with pleasure. "Aw, Dad," he said, "this is 
great. T-take a picture." 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Donald obliged his horny son, bringing the camera up into readiness. 

Wilma ran her tongue up and down the length of Petie's hard red cock. She 
sucked hard, presenting an exciting subject for Donald," the photographer. 

Petie gasped with delight and Donald, grinning from ear to ear, knelt down 
at their side and aimed the camera at where Wilma was gobbling up his son's 
prick. 

There was a bright flash as he snapped a picture. Wilma blinked and drew 
back slowly, bringing her lips up to the tip of Petie's penis, then 
releasing it, allowing it to slap up hard against his belly. Saliva and 
pre-cum juice dribbled from its end. 

"Now do it to Michael," Petie said. 

No suggestion would have delighted Wilma more. Still kneeling down, she 
waddled up to where Michael was standing. He grinned down at her as her 
hands moved out and spread his legs apart. She ran her fingers up and down 
the smooth inner-sides of his long, lean limbs until her fingertips located 
his balls. She jostled his nuts gently with her fingers. Her face moved 
forward. 

"Aw, yeah, look at 'er," Petie said. "Quick, Dad, get a picture when she 
takes it in her mouth." 

Wilma's lips slid over the end of Michael's swollen hard-on, then moved down 
its length, taking it all inside her mouth. Her hot tongue went to work, 
lapping up and down the length of his smooth-skinned peter. She set up a 
suction calculated to draw up any pre-cum juice he had left in his balls. 
The sweet taste of sticky cockfluids in her mouth told her that there was 
still more to be had in the manly instrument he possessed between his legs. 
She pushed and pulled with her lips, working the boy's smooth cockskin up 
and down over his shaft. 

There was another bright flash. It happened right when her lips slid up to 
the tip of Michael's erection, leaving his lower shaft and balls exposed to 
view. Donald was snapping another picture. It would show everything she was 
doing. 

"Ooohhh! Ahh, gee! Mmmmmpphhh!" Michael's naked legs trembled around Wilma's 
head. His stomach muscles tensed up and an expression of intense pleasure 
was on his face. 

"Now let's get a picture of me fuckin' her, Dad," Petie said. 

"All right, Son, stick it in her and I'll take a picture." 

Wilma was already down on her knees. It didn't take much to get her laying 
on her back. Petie crawled atop her. His hard-on jerked with excitement. 

Wilma's naked body trembled as he maneuvered himself into a position where 
his big erection was aimed straight down at her waiting cunt. 

Petie grinned up at his father. "Are ya ready, Dad?" 

"Go to it, Son," Donald said. "Stick it in her! show us how you can fuck!" 

Petie was so excited he was squirming all over Wilma's naked body. His bare 
chest rubbed against her tits. The end of his prick poked at her cuntal 
opening, spreading open her pussy lips, working its way down inside. 

"Ohhh! Ahh, Petie!" Wilma gasped with delight as she felt the boy's hard-on 
pushing down inside her twat. 

"Go on, Son! Stick it all the way in!" Donald urged. He readied the camera. 

Petie obliged eagerly. He pushed down his midsection, forcing his ramrod 
prick to slide down inside Wilma's sticky, hot opening. He gasped with 
delight as he felt her pussy muscles squeezing around his erection. 

Wilma worked her pussy expertly, squeezing at the boy's hard red peter to 
make him squeal with delight. There was a bright flash as Donald took a 
picture of his son in the process of fucking his wife. 

Donald moved around into a different position and snapped a second picture 
of the magnificent fuck his eager son was giving his wife. 

"Come on, Petie," Michael said, "it's my turn now. Get off her." 

Petie obeyed reluctantly, raising up and withdrawing his hard peter from 
Wilma's hot hole. 

Michael scrambled down to take his place. 

"Ooohhh!" Wilma moaned loudly as she felt the end of Michael's pulsing peter 
shoving its way down between her hot cock-hungry pussy lips. She could 
scarcely believe how much this horny young man could turn her on. His 
pulsing balls seemed to contain an endless quantity of semen, but she was 
always happy to milk it forth for him with her squeezing pussy or her hot 
sucking mouth. He enjoyed it, too. He enjoyed having her work on his hot 
cock as much as she enjoyed doing it for him. Wilma's only regret was that 
someday he would strike out on his own and leave home. She would be denied 
the pleasure of his pulsing peter. She rather doubted that, when the boy 
married, his wife would approve of him fucking his stepmother. 

"Ohhh! Aaagghhh!" Michael moaned and his hard-on jerked wildly inside 
Wilma's twat. 

Donald knelt and moved right in to get a close-up of his son's hard-on 
sluicing in and out of his wife's cunt. 

"Ahhh, yeah! Fuck her, Michael! Fuck her!" Petie shouted. 

"Oh! OHHH, MICHAEL!" Wilma cried. "Ahh, you're so big and hard." 

Donald moved back to take another picture, this time one that would show 
their entire bodies as they rutted naked on the floor. 

Petie, overcome by excitement, had reached down and was masturbating. 
Donald's picture included him as well. His foreskin was popping on and off 
his dickhead at a rapid steady rhythm as he beat his meat furiously. 

"Oh! Ooohhh!" Michael moaned loudly. Wilma was using her pussy muscles on 
his cock exactly as she had on Petie's. Her cunt was causing unbelievably 
good sensations to shoot out in all directions between his legs specially up 
through his burgeoning cockstem. His erection throbbed hotly, pulsing ever 
more dangerously to the point of release. 

"Ahhh! Oh, gee," Michael said. "She's so tight I can't believe it." He 
groaned and tensed every muscle in his body as he felt her pussy milking 
away at his aching erection. 

"All right, Michael," Donald said. "My turn, now. Here, you take the camera 
and get a picture." 

Michael raised up reluctantly, giving a shudder as his prick plopped free 
from Wilma's tight squeezing cunthole. 

Donald laughed at the expression on his son's face. "You'll get another 
chance, Son," he said. "Just hang on. Here. Now you push this button here 
you see." 

He let go of the camera and grinned as he moved toward Wilma. "All right, 
Baby," he said. "On your hands and knees." 

Slowly Wilma got over onto her hands and knees, crouching forward. Her 
smooth feminine butt stuck up into the air, a waiting target for Donald's 
huge, throbbing hard-on. 

Donald moved on forward, rubbing on his huge dick as he walked. He tugged 
his foreskin on and off his peterhead. His juices flowed freely out his 
cockslit and trickled down over his smooth-skinned peter. He smeared the 
juice all up and down, lubricating his erection completely. 

Spreading his legs, Donald straddled Wilma's upstretched butt. 

"Ohhh, what's he gonna do?" Petie asked. 

Michael was moaning with disbelief. "He's gonna fuck her in the ass," he 
said. "Watch." 

"He's gonna do what?" Petie asked. 

"Fuck her in the ass!" Michael said. 

"How can he do that? She doesn't have a pussy back there, does she?" 

"No, stupid! He's gonna stick it in her butt-hole." 

"Aw, gee!" Petie said. "I never heard of any such thing." 

"Look," Michael said. "He's gonna do it now." 

Donald maneuvered himself into position over Wilma's butt. His hairy legs 
closed around her, pinning her between them. She felt his heavy balls 
brushing over her buttocks. 

"Ooohhh!" She moaned as she felt him push the bulbous tip of his peter right 
down into her asscrack. He shoved pushing it down until it was pressing 
right down against her sensitive anal opening itself. "Oh, Donald NO! No! 
NOOOO!" 

"Come on. Baby. You've taken it up in the butt before. Let's show the boys 
how it's done." 

"Oh, gee," Petie said. "Did you hear that, Michael? He's fucked her in the 
butt before." 

"OOOHHHHHHH!! ! ! " Wilma moaned loudly. The tip of Donald's hard-on was 
working its way right down inside her butt. It pushed apart her ass-cheeks 
and spread open her butt hole. There was a pop as the whole end of his peter 
slid inside her butt. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" Groaning loudly, Donald forced one inch after another of his 
long hard dong into Wilma's aching ass-hole. When his prick was halfway 
through her ass-hole, Michael snapped a picture that would show it all. 

"Oh, gosh, look at him, Michael," Petie said. "I can't believe it." 

Impossible though it seemed to believe, it was actually happening. Donald's 
enormous peter was being forced completely down into Wilma's butt. Best of 
all as far as the boys were concerned it was all happening right before 
their eyes. 

Michael maneuvered around to get a second picture, one that would show the 
exciting penetration of Wilma's anus from another angle. 

Petie, in his excitement at seeing his father drive home his huge cock 
between Wilma's ass-cheeks, was frigging furiously, whipping his hand up and 
down over his long-stemmed erection. The steady popping sound of the loose 
outer skin of his dick working up and down over his bulbous dickhead filled 
the room. 

Michael's own erection was quivering rock hard with excitement above his two 
huge nuts. He couldn't resist the temptation to join his brother. He reached 
down, wrapped his fingers around it, and began tugging away. 

"Ooohhh! Ahhh, Donald!" Wilma gasped loudly as Donald gave one last plunge, 
driving his great hard-on down until it was buried to his nuts. He held it 
there, jerking the muscles in it so that it quivered down hard inside her 
butt. 

"Ohhh! Awww, fuck! If you boys think sticking your cocks in her cunt feels 
good, wait till you try this," Donald said. "Her ol' butt hole's so tight I 
can feel it all over my dick." 

Donald obviously intended to keep working his hard-on in her ass until he 
shot his cum clear down inside her. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" he grunted desperately. 

Wilma moaned in unison with each and every grunt as his huge peterhead 
probed ever deeper into her ass. 

"Oh, Donald! Aaaggghhh! OOOHHH!" Wilma was so excited she could scarcely 
stay still beneath him. Supporting herself on her knees and one hand, her 
other hand snaked up between her legs. Her fingers began working away at her 
cunt. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Wilma moaned long and loud as her massaging thumb brought her 
off. Her clit was exploding between her legs. At the same time, she felt 
Donald's hard on give a violent shudder up inside her ass. It seemed like 
her butt was being ripped apart. Then, like a geysering fountain, his cock 
erupted. Sticky gushes of male syrup spewed up and out of his cock and 
flooded the innermost reaches of her rectum. 

"OOOOOHHHHHHH! Aw, shit, I'm cummin'! " Donald shouted. "MMMPPPHHH!! ! " 
Closing his eyes, he bucked like a wild man atop her backside. His 
midsection slammed up and down over her up-thrust butt. He drove his ramrod 
cock home again and again. His milky offering spewed forth in gigantic 
spurts. 

Wilma quivered beneath him as her own orgasm rocked through her limbs. 

When at last Donald's cock had spewed forth the last of his jism, he raised 
up into a standing position and pulled his cock free from the tight hole in 
which it was embedded. 

Wilma dropped to the floor of the living room, panting for breath. She 
pulled her sticky finger out of her cunny hole. 

His cock still dribbling with semen, Donald retrieved the camera from the 
floor where Michael had placed it. He grinned as he watched his two boys 
move forward toward Wilma. They were both displaying unbelievably big and 
hard boners. They were beating their meat, whipping their foreskins on and 
off their dickheads as they moved in. 

Wilma lay back on the floor, spreading her naked arms and legs in open 
invitation. 

Petie came up and sat down over her face, his big balls brushing against her 
lips. He moved his hard-on down until the end of it was sticking right 
against her mouth. Wilma opened her lips and engulfed the boy's hard pecker, 
taking it all-in in one swift swallow. 

With her mouth now full of Petie's cock, she moaned happily as she felt 
Michael crawling up between her legs. She knew what he was going to do. He 
was going to stick that throbbing dick of his inside her cunt and fuck her 
until they both came. 

She quivered with excitement, and while she waited for Michael to enter her, 
she began mouthing Petie's cock. 

"Oooohhh!" Michael moaned with delight as his cock sank into Wilma's twat. 
Her warm pussy walls were suddenly pressing in on all sides of his erection. 

Donald snapped a picture. 

In no time at all, Michael was humping atop Wilma, working his hard 
throbbing peter in and out of her cunt while she gobbled up his younger 
brother's cockstem. 

Donald snapped another picture then another then another. He finished up the 
third pack of film. A total of thirty-six photographs had been taken, 
showing Wilma taking cock in very way imaginable. 

"Oooohhh!" Petie's whole body went stiff. He closed his eyes and threw back 
his head, moaning uncontrollably. Wilma was sucking him so hard the juice 
was spurting out the end of his prick-a continuous cum. Hot cum juice was 
flowing freely up the length of his prick and out his peehole into Wilma's 
sucking mouth and throat. 

At the same time, squealing with delight, Wilma clamped down her pussy 
muscles on Michael's cock as hard as she could. His big boner throbbed hotly 
then exploded deep inside her. Hot semen gushed up its length, spewing out 
into her cock-hungry pussy-tube. 

Wilma rutted on the floor until she and the two boys atop her were 
completely exhausted, their bodies drained of all sexual energy. They broke 
apart at last. 

Lying on the floor, her eyes closed, Wilma breathed hard, panting for 
breath. When she opened them, it was to see Donald seated on the sofa, 
grinning from ear to ear, looking over all the pictures he had just taken. 
He was already beginning to arrange them in an empty album he had bought in 
advance just for this purpose. 

Wilma quickly joined him, and the boys scrambled around to watch. She could 
not help but give a little moan of anticipation as she saw all those blank 
pages in the album just waiting to be filled.... 


THE END
