Judy slowly turned, looking at her reflection. What else? she wondered. Then she remembered how some kids liked a lot of dark lipstick and proceeded to outline her full, pouty lips. Her lips twitched, and a smile formed. A really kinky thought had occurred to Judy, and she tugged her crotchband aside and smeared the fat lips of her cunt with maroon lipstick. Then she turned and thrust her ass at the mirror. Pulling her panty strip to one side, she held her cheeks apart and circled the lipstick on her asshole.
"If you're gonna go, go all the way," Judy said to herself, feeling just a little twinge of guilt mingled with anticipatory embarrassment.
But those feelings were nothing compared to the horny itch in her wet cunt. The thought of being alone in bed with her two sons made her grind her thighs together.
"Hummmm," she sighed as she milked the fat lips of her pussy and stimulated her tingling clit.
Before climbing into her bed, Judy got out her bottle of gin and placed it on the table beside the dresser. She deliberately left the glasses in the cabinet. Then she turned the TV on and slipped under the covers. She had no fear of dozing off before Bobby and Scott discovered the living room set wasn't working. She was far too excited for that. But time had never seemed to drag so slowly!
She felt her face flood with heat when Bobby's voice reached her. He was griping about missing some older horror movie, and Scott, as she'd hoped, suggested they ask to watch hers.
A minute later they knocked on her door. "Hey, Mom, can we watch your TV. The other set's not working!"
"Come on in, boys," Judy said, pulling the sheet up to her neck, "we'll watch it together."
The door opened and they walked in.
"Wait'll I get some chairs," Bobby said.
"Don't bother, you can climb in with me," Judy told him, "just like you used to when you were little."
"Oh, okay," Bobby said.
"Don't forget to take off your shoes," Judy said. "I don't want dirty sheets."
Jeez, what a hypocrite I am, she thought. Dirty sheets indeed. If everything worked out right, the sheets would be covered with cunt juice, jism, shit smears and lipstick!
As Bobby and Scott were removing their shoes, Judy said, "You might as well put your pajamas on now. You'll be more comfortable in bed with them."
Of course, her sons had not even the faintest idea of what she was planning, but just the thought of being near her sexy body made them hurry. They were back in her room in two minutes, and Judy could see the moving bulges of their flopping cocks and balls under their pajama bottoms. The large lumps swayed and rolled back and forth against the thin fabric as they walked. Judy's mouth watered.
"Don't forget to turn on the right channel," she said, "and no eating in bed. I don't want to find pretzel crumbs in the crack of my ass, later."
She had deliberately mentioned her ass, knowing the word alone would excite them. Judy was right.
Bobby and Scott looked at each other, and their faces were flushed. She knew that the memory of her naked ass was running through their adolescent minds at that very moment.
"Come on, climb in," she said, moving to the middle. "Scott, you take one side, Bobby, the other. That's it. My goodness, I feel like the filling in a sandwich, with you two big boys on each side of me!"
She twisted a bit, ostensibly to get more comfortable, but in reality it was an excuse to brush her big, unsupported tits against both her boys. The actual physical contact sent an enormous surge of passion through her, and she knew she couldn't delay making a move much longer.
Her two sons were snuggled up close against her, and their body heat and male scent were like an aphrodisiac. She was sure it was their sweaty balls she was smelling, and the thought of those four plump, rosy, and nearly hairless nuts made her mouth water.
It was time to start things moving.
"Would you boys like a drink?" Judy asked, indicating the bottle of gin.
"Uh, sure," Bobby said.
"Me too," Scott quickly added. This was the first time their mother had ever offered them anything stronger than root beer.
"Oh, I forgot the glasses," Judy said. "No, you stay and watch your movie, Bobby. I'll get them."
And Judy crawled from under the covers and knee-walked down the middle of the bed while Scott and Bobby choked and grabbed their erecting cocks.
Their mother's semi-nudity and sexy outfit made their eyes bulge. Her tits dangled and swayed in the wispy covering. Her bare ass cheeks quivered. And below them the bulge of her thickly haired cunt showed through her damp crotch piece. The purple fishnet stockings and red garter belt left a lot of white flesh exposed between them and her skimpy panties.
Then she hopped off the bed, and for a moment everything rippled and shook wildly, placing a terrible strain on Judy's bra and her sons' will power. Both her teenage boys wanted to wrestle her to the floor and jump on her.
"Here we are," Judy said as she bent for the glasses.
Her ass was aimed right at Bobby and Scott, and she knew they were both getting eyestrain. The Wolfman was trying to tear Dracula's throat out on the TV, but Bobby and Scott were no longer interested in the plight of the heroine cowering in a corner of the old dungeon.
Judy gave each boy half a glass of gin, then climbed up on the bed again. This time she faced them as she crawled up the middle. She saw their eyes on her hanging tits. She knew the material was so tight that every little goosebump on her areolas was visible, and she wondered how much longer they'd behave like good little boys.
As their mother slid between them, Scott and Bobby held their breaths. Things were a lot different now. Before, they hadn't known how little she had on, or how sexy the little was. Now, their horny minds were overloaded with colorful visions of their mom doing dirty things with them. They both gulped their drinks without tasting them.
Neither boy knew what the other was up to, but it wasn't surprising that they were both tuned to the same wavelength. They pretended to watch TV, but soon Judy was being accidentally touched and rubbed.
When Judy felt Bobby's fingers brush against the side of one heavy breast, she turned and asked. "Comfortable, honey?" with a smile on her lips.
And when Scott's hand touched her other tit and she looked at him, he said, "Uh, sorry, Mom, it was an accident."
"Don't worry, baby, it's all right."
Scott would, at any other time, have objected to being called baby, but tonight he just gave an idiot's grin and turned his eyes to the TV.
Their brief touches were driving Judy crazy, but she didn't want to hurry her sons.
Bobby shifted around, and when he'd settled, his hand was resting casually on her bare belly. Since she wasn't objecting or complaining, both the boys gradually became bolder. Judy pretended to be deeply interested in what was on TV, and she knew her passive acceptance or actual ignorance of what they were doing would excite them even more.
It wasn't long before Bobby's hand was slowly inching down her belly. It took about ten minutes, but eventually his hand was lightly cupping her crotch. His body was rigid, and his face was red and sweaty, and he was staring like a zombie at the TV as he slowly, hesitantly, ran his fingertips across his mother's silken, juice-dampened mound.
Judy sighed and lay back on the pillow. Bobby couldn't believe she wasn't aware of what he was doing. But he was so young and inexperienced, he wasn't sure if a boy could touch a girl there without her realizing it for a while.
Meanwhile, Scott was busy with his own investigations. He'd turned on his side, curling his body a little. One hand had accidentally come to rest against her tit. Over the same period of time that Bobby had inched his way to his mother's pussy, Scott slowly cupped the end of his mom's fat tit in his sweaty palm. He thought he was getting away with something, that she didn't realize it was his hand that was pressed against her, and he was thrilled to the feel of her hot, hard nipple nuzzling into his hand.