"What?"
"Put your shorts on," she answered. "You're still naked."
Timmy looked down at himself, then lifted his face, a slight blush on it.
"I forgot," he said, sheepishly, and stepped into his shorts.
Jackie cupped his face and kissed him, gently, lovingly. "Now, go join Bobby and let me take a bath."
She closed the bedroom door after her son left, and then ran her tub with hot water sprinkling in salts and oils. She sat on the toilet and pissed as the tub filled, thinking of what her son had said.
She had teasd them that morning, wearing her short robe. She had teased them both, finding it enjoyable. But it was her son who had fucked her, satisfying his hot balls. Bobby had probably sat in the living room, his young balk aching, while she fucked her son, then sucked him. It wasn't right to make a boy suffer that way, she told herself. If she was going to tease, she should deliver. Jackie never had any good to say about girls who teased and refused to put out.
She washed her luscious body with the fragrant water, spending most of her time on her cunt and ass, her tits. She enjoyed smelling good, feeling like a woman. She enjoyed being clean and fresh. She dried herself with a huge towel, then naked, brushed her hair until it gleamed with golden highlights. She applied faint eye shadow, then a tight coat of lipstick to her full, moist lips. Back in her bedroom she slipped into a frilly pair of bikini panties, the lace and nylon hugging her rounded ass, the crotch fitting tightly. She slipped into a summer sweater, then stepped into wrap-around skirt. The skirt was cotton, cool for the weather. Sliding her feet into sandals, she gazed a moment at her reflection.
In her early thirties, Jackie was beautiful. Her hair was more a wheat color than light-blonde, hanging just below her shoulders. It was feathered out from her face, and she looked hardly twenty years old. She certainly didn't look like the mother of a young boy, a boy who had balls full of hot come-juices.
Pleased with her appearance, she left her room.
Her wrap-around skirt flowed about her long legs, flashing halfway up her thigh. As soon as she entered the living room, she was aware that her nephew was looking at her differently. She glanced at her son and saw that in his innocence he had told Bobby what they had been doing in her bedroom. It was in Bobby's eyes, those young eyes gleaming so hotly. Yet, like her son, Bobby was innocent, too. He was looking at her like a naughty boy.
Jackie smiled at both of them. She lifted her shoulders, causing her tits to push outward, her nipples making two, points. Although she had not agreed with her son to fuck her nephew, Jackie knew, somewhere in her mind, that she was going to do it.
Entering the laundry room, she began sorting clothing, tossing some into the washer.
She heard, the boys, before she saw them. Turning, Jackie stared at both, leaning against the washing machine. A shiver went through her body, and she felt her cunt tightening. She became aware of the throbbing in her clit and noticed her son and nephew were getting hard. She wasn't really surprised that her son was getting a hard-on after coming three times. He was young, and had no difficulty. Her eyes moved from the front of her son's shorts to her nephew's pants. She swallowed, licking at her lips. Her knee pushed through the flap of her wrap-around skin, her thigh exposed halfway up to her hip. That was where both boys gazed.
She moved her knee, swinging her thighs open, then closing them, her eyes still on the swell of their pants. She was breathing swiftly, her tits rising and falling. When her son stepped closer, lifting his hand, she didn't move. When Timmy closed his hand about one of her tits, she made a soft gasping sound, but stood there while her son felt her tit.
Bobby watched, his eyes enormous and his cock straining inside his pants. Jackie's cunt bubbled with wet heat. The two fucks her son had given her, then her third orgasm on his finger as she sucked his cock, had done little to cool the burning. While her son fondled her tit, sliding his hand under her sweater to feel the naked flesh of it, Jackie gasped and lowered her hand to his cock. She squeezed it through his shorts, looking at her nephew. No one said anything, but the breathing of all three was loud in the small confines of the laundry room.
When Timmy pushed her sweater up to her chin, revealing her tits, Jackie shoved her hand into his shorts and pulled his cock out, closing her fist about it, stroking him, still staring at her nephew. Timmy pulled one of his mother's pink nipples into his mouth and started sucking it.
"Ohhh," Jackie whimpered, squeezing her son's cock hard.
She lifted her free hand in a motion for her nephew to come closer. Bobby made a gulping sound, but stepped forward.
"Ooooh, baby, baby!"
When her nephew was close, she pulled his head to her other tit. Bobby eagerly closed his mouth on it, and Jackie stood clinging to her son's cock, feeling their hot mouths pull on her nipples, sucking strongly. She made a low sob in her throat as her nipples were sucked, dropping her hand to the front of her nephew's pants. She felt his hard-on through them, and her pulse raced. Holding her son's cock, jacking on it, and feeling her nephew's cock through his pants while they sucked her nipples sent a fiery hunger racing to her cunt.
Her fingers fumbled with the fly of Bobby's pants, and when she had them open, she shoved her fingers inside. Clinging to her son's cock, Jackie pulled her nephew's prick out. She pumped them both while they sucked her tits, listening to their excited cries, and feeling their hot breath on her naked tits. She began to jack both of then pumping her fists back and forth, twisting her ass while the heat in her cunt turned fiery, becoming unbearable. She clenched the cheeks of her ass tightly, smashing her inner thighs against her dripping pussy.
With her mind spinning, unbelievably excited to hold both these young hard cocks, Jackie turned slowly, their mouths pulling from her tits. She faced the washing machine, leaning over it slightly, jutting her ass backward. Timmy lifted his mother's dress, shoving it up to her waist. She felt the boy's eyes looking at her thighs and pantied ass, and found it impossible to keep still. She wiggled her ass, moaning softly.
"Timmy," she whispered huskily.
She felt her son's finger hooking into the crotch of her panties, pulling them away from her pussy. She pushed her ass backward, and lowered her hand to her nephew's cock again. She squeezed it, making Bobby gasp with delight. Then she stroked it, jacking him, feeling her son pushing his cock to her pussy.
"Ohhh Timmy!" she moaned breathlessly, shoving her ass to him. "Ohhh, yes, baby!"
Timmy slipped his cock into his mother's cunt.
"Oooooh, yes!" Jackie hissed, pumping her nephew's cock fast, grinding her ass to her son.
Bobby stared down at Timmy, watching him fucking his mother white Jackie leaned over the washing machine. He was gasping with hot excitement, not only from what he was seeing, but because of the way his aunt held his cock so hard, pulling it with short jerks. He could see one cheek of his aunt's creamy ass where Timmy had pulled her panties away, and his balls drew in tight at the base of his cock.
"Bobby, hold my tits!" Jackie hissed throatily. "Ohhh, hold my tits, Bobby!"
Bobby grabbed one of her tits, digging at the firm flesh, still staring at Timmy's cock pounding into Jackie's cunt from behind. Jackie pumped her fist swiftly on her nephew's cock, shaking her ass while her son drove his cock into her cunt hard and deep. She moved her free hand between her thighs and caught her son's swinging balls, moaning and sobbing with rapture. Being fucked by her sob while her nephew watched was more erotic than any time she had fucked with her sister and boyfriends. Jackie's emotions swirled about. She cried out with ecstasy as she rammed her ass back to her son, pulling hard on her nephew's cock.
"Suck my tits, Bobby!" Jackie cried out. "Please, Bobby, suck my tits!"