After lunch Brenda left the boys watching a football game in the living room and she went upstairs to change her clothes.
What should she wear? She searched through her closet and she finally decided on a silk blouse and side-button skirt. By using only a few of the top buttons, she'd have a slit in the skirt nearly up to her ass. With stay-up stockings and no panties under the skirt, she'd be able to give the boys a flash of her ass whenever she felt like it.
Her excitement grew as she wondered what Gordon was like in bed. Was he as good at eating cunt as Ken was?
When she walked downstairs and into the living room, she could tell the boys had been talking about her. She smiled and sat down on the sofa between them.
"Well, here I am," she said. "I've got a cute boy on each side of me and all they're interested in is football."
The boys protested. She kissed Gordon's cheek and pulled him against her.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she said.
"Hell, yes, Mrs. Foster."
"Maybe you'd better call me Brenda."
"All right, Brenda."
"That's better." She smiled when she saw his eyes on the neckline of her blouse. "Do you like my boobs?"
"I like big tits."
"You sure speak your mind, don't you?"
"That's right."
"Do you know how to make a woman feel good?"
"Sure."
"I bet you do. Go on, touch me. Feel my tits."
He put his hand on her. He closed his fingers into the flesh of one of her tits. He squeezed one tit and then the other and finally she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it aside to expose her tits.
Gordon looked at her tits and grinned. "You've got big knockers."
She held the tit nearest him with two hands and offered the nipple to his mouth. "Suck it, honey. Do a good job on it."
A growl came out of his throat as he swooped down to gobble her tit. She turned to Ken and offered him the other boob and in a moment she had both boys sucking at her tits like two calves.
The sensation was marvelous. She'd never had two mouths on her tits before and it felt wonderful.
She slid her hand into Gordon's lap and pinched his cock. He had a hard-on. She tried to get his zipper down, but she couldn't do it. Pushing his face away from her tit, she told him to get his cock out.
He leered at her as he brought his dick out. He was no older than Ken, but he seemed more experienced. She wondered how long he'd been fucking his mother.
She liked his prick. She skinned his cockhead and rubbed her thumb over his pisshole. She squeezed his cockshaft and a glob of juice oozed out of her fingers.
"Stand up," she said. "Both of you stand in front of me."
She made Ken unzip and bring his cock out too. They stood there in front of her, their lovely pricks dangling out of their pants. She feasted her eyes on their cockflesh and then she swooped down to take both cockheads in her mouth at the same time.
Double jeopardy, she thought. It was marvelous to have her mouth filled with cockflesh like this, but she knew it was dangerous to have Gordon know about her and Ken.
No matter, it was too late and she might as well enjoy herself.
After sucking their pricks, alternating from one to the other, she sat back and told them to get undressed.
She pulled her legs up to expose her cunt as they peeled their clothes off.
Gordon's eyes glittered as he stared at her steaming twat.
"You like pussy, Gordon?"
"Sure," he said.
"Come on upstairs and let's see how good you are at sucking a wet cunt."
He was not bad at all. Upstairs in the bedroom she lay on the bed with her knees pulled back to her tits and both boys licking and sucking her juice-drenched gash.
She loved it. She didn't care what anyone thought. Some people might think she was a depraved woman to have two boys on a bed with her like this, but she didn't care. Gordon knew how to suck pussy as good as Ken. They slurped and sucked at her clit and fuckhole like trained puppy dogs.
She finally pushed them away and made Gordon straddle her chest so she could suck his cock and balls.
She licked and chewed his prick and ball-bag. His cockflesh had a lovely taste of sweat and jism. His pink balls were bloated and his prick was stiff as iron.
She made him stretch out on the bed and she climbed over him to get his cock in her cunt.
Leaning over him, hanging her big tits over his young face, she tightened her cunt muscles around his cockshaft and smiled as he groaned.
"You like that, honey?"
He made a croaking sound. "Yes!"
She turned her head to look at Ken and smiled. "All right, baby, get behind me and stick your prick in my ass. You don't want Gordon to have all the fun, do you?"
Ken grinned at his mother and moved behind her lush ass. He rubbed her asshole with his fingers, and then a moment later he pushed his bone-hard cock inside the hot tunnel of her shitter.
Brenda shuddered and groaned. Her cunt-hole and asshole packed with young cockmeat, she began rocking her hips back and forth between their two bodies.
It couldn't be wrong. It was too good to be wrong. Fuck anyone who thought differently about it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A year went by. Brenda had a lovely time with Ken. Charlie married a little blonde hair-dresser and moved to Portland. Brenda was sad about that at first, but she had Ken and in a month or two she forgot about Charlie.
What difference did Charlie make? No man could give her what she was getting from Ken.
The boy kept her pussy on fire. He was always ready to fuck or suck or do anything she wanted.
Sometimes she thought the constant sexual excitement was no good for her health. She discreetly asked her doctor about it, but he said it was probably good for her. He even hinted he wouldn't mind throwing her a fuck right there in the office. She said nothing to him about Ken, of course. She decided to turn the doctor down, but then she compromised and jerked him off into the wastebasket in his office. He seemed happy. He dropped her bill in half and patted her ass as she walked out.
When Ken's birthday approached, Brenda convinced him to have a party in the house.
"You're only young once," she said. "Besides, it'll give me a chance to meet all your friends."
Ken agreed. Brenda hadn't thought of anything except an innocent party and a houseful of teenagers, but as the evening arrived she found herself thinking how nice it would be to have a house filled with teenage cock and pussy.
A dozen boys and girls. Control yourself, she thought. She had more interest in the cocks than in the pussies, but one or the other it was all sex. A crowd of teenagers exuded sex. It was all around you in the air and sooner or later it got in your nose and filled your head.
She wore a party dress, a red taffeta thing with a plunging neckline and ruffles. She looked gorgeous. The boys and girls treated her like a movie queen and she pranced around the house bubbling with happiness.
She knew a few of Ken's friends, but most of the crowd were in the house for the first time.
Gordon Peterson was there. They had their little secret and the boy was clever enough to conceal he knew her better than the others.
Ken's girlfriend Laurie was there. Brenda had met the girl briefly a few times, but this was the first chance she had to get to know her. Laurie was a slender blonde with blue eyes and long legs and a pair of hefty tits too big for her slim chassis. The girl had lovely lips and a seductive smile and whenever Brenda looked at her Brenda found herself picturing Ken's cock in the girl's mouth.
I'm not jealous, Brenda thought.
But she was. After a while she admitted to herself that she was jealous of Laurie and afraid she would lose Ken.