"Never!" Ted giggled, thrashing his arms and legs as he tried to get away from his brother.
Donna found herself trying to get a peek at her youngest son's cock, but it stayed concealed. Her cunt was wet inside her shorts, her cunt-lips pulsing hotly, her clit knotted.
The boys rolled into her legs, making her off balance. She fell on top of them with a low scream.
"Now we gotcha!" Mike said, grabbing his mother and wrestling her to the floor.
Ted joined his brother against her, and Donna began to laugh almost hysterically as they tickled her sides and ribs. She thrashed her long legs as she fought to get away from them, laughing hard.
Ted caught her arms and pulled them above her head, pinning them tightly with his knees. Mike sat on her thighs, his fingers dancing about her ribs as he tickled her. Donna laughed, half crying with pleasure, struggling to get free.
Her tits heaved and moved beneath the shirt, and she squirmed her ass and hips, trying to get her legs from under Mike's ass. She lifted her head, and saw her oldest son's cock pressing at her thigh, up near the leg of her shorts. Even though he was tickling her, making her laugh insanely, Donna could feel the heat of her son's cock on her thigh. With a violent movement, she tossed Mike upward and he fell across her body. He wrapped his legs about hers, still poking at her ribs. Donna felt the pressure of her son's body on her stomach, and grew weak. Ted still sat on her arms above her head, and when she tried to pull them free, one of her palms cupped his tight ass. It was a brief, accidental touch, but Donna's palm burned as she quickly adjusted her hand away.
There was a slight tearing sound, and with a sense of embarrassment, she realized the shirt had become untied. Her tits, naked, were pressing against Mike's firm, naked chest. She felt her nipples stiffen as they poked at his flesh. Then she felt Mike moving, his hips rubbing. She felt the hardness of his cock as it slipped against her naked thigh. Feeling that his cock was hard, she knew Mike had to be aware of her naked tits on his chest, and of her hot thighs on his cock. She lifted her eyes and looked straight into his.
Mike was gazing down at his mother's face, his expression confused.
Donna lay still, and felt her son rubbing his cock at her thigh. She felt the wetness as his piss-hole scraped near the leg of her shorts. She felt breathless, excited. Her body trembled as her tongue moved over her lips. She said nothing.
Then, as if realizing, finally, what was happening, Mike lifted. Not all the way, just his upper body. His cock seemed to move, and Donna gasped as she felt his cock-head push at the crotch of her shorts.
"Oh!" Ted gasped as his brother lifted. He saw his mother's tits, all naked, her shirt wide open. He stared at her stiff nipples, then jumped up and turned away, blushing.
Donna, still staring into her oldest son's eyes, left her arms above her head. Mike, with the head of his cock pushing against the crotch of her shorts, looked down at her exposed tits for a long time, then lifted his eyes to his mother's again.
"Mike…" she said, her voice husky.
"I'm sorry, Mom," he murmured and slid from her, moving in such a way his cock was hidden from her.
Ted and Mike walked from the living room, and Donna remained on the floor, unmoving, but trembling. Her tits lifted as she began to breathe deeply. After a moment she sat up. Her cunt was throbbing hotly and it felt as if Mike's cock was still pressing there. She saw the wetness on her inner thigh, the wetness of her son's cock.
She went about her housework in a daze. Ted and Mike did not return to help. What had happened surprised her, but only because Mike had gotten a hard-on. Her own responses were no surprise. Of course Mike would get a hard-on, she told herself. She may be his mother, but she was still a woman, and he was a boy. Her body had made his cock hard, she knew. It had been the closeness of her naked thigh, his cock already sticking from his shorts. The touch of it caused his cock to turn hard, and by the time they realized her tits were naked, he already had a hard-on. When he had seen her naked tits, she had felt the powerful throb of his cock as his cock-head pushed at her crotch. Mike had, she felt – or wanted to think – almost come on her shorts.
The idea excited her. She wondered what he would have done if he had come off, spurting his hot come-juice against the crotch of her shorts. He had blushed with embarrassment, just as his brother had, when he saw her tits were exposed, but surely he had felt her hot flesh on his cock before that.
An hour later, Ted came out and mumbled a good-bye to her. She watched him leave, feeling bad about his embarrassment. It hadn't been his fault her shirt came open. But seeing her tits, his mother's tits, made him embarrassed. She wondered if Ted knew his brother had a hard-on. She watched Ted turn out of the front yard, and then put the vacuum cleaner away.
"I'm sorry about that, Mom," Mike said as he came into the kitchen where she was preparing vegetables for their evening dinner. "It was an accident."
"I know, baby," she said. "It happens sometimes. Don't worry about it."
Mike sat at the kitchen table. Donna felt his eyes on her, and she had to fight to keep her hips from trembling. She could tell he was looking at her thighs, at the shape of her ass.
Almost consciously, she shifted her weight on her feet, and the cheeks of her shapely ass bunched. She leaned over the sink, the paring knife in her hand, a carrot in the other. There was a tension in the kitchen that felt thick. She could hear her son breathing behind her, and it was heavy breathing.
Donna didn't know what to think. She didn't know how to react.
She saw, in her mind, the way his cock had slipped from his cut-offs, how it looked. She remembered how it felt on her thigh, so hot and hard. She remembered how it felt pushing against the crotch of her shorts, and her knees began to tremble.
"I'm sorry," Mike said again from behind her.
Donna took a deep breath, closing her eyes as a shudder rippled through her.
Watching her, Mike saw his mother's ass clench tightly under her shorts. He saw her trembling, and wanted to say he was sorry again.
"I'm sorry."
Donna whirled. "Don't say that!"
"I'm sorr…"
"Oh, Mike!" Donna cried, her eyes moist. She leaned on the sink, dropping the knife and carrot. She gripped the edge of the sink with her hands, fighting back tears. "Oh, God, Mike! Don't say that again!"
"I didn't mean to…"
"It was an accident, Mike," she said. "That's all it was, an accident. Please, don't say any more about it."
Mike looked hurt. He got up and left the room. Donna wanted to go after him, to hold him, to make him understand.
She stayed where she was, shaking, confused, yearning…
CHAPTER TWO
A week later, it happened again.
Donna thought her sons had forgotten about what happened. She had not forgotten, though. All her waking hours were spent thinking about it, recalling it, even the feel of Mike's cock remained vivid in her mind. In the past week, since that happened, Donna fondled herself to orgasm three times, her imagination growing about what could have happened, what might have happened if she had done this, or suggested that, or moved this way, or…
The only difference this Saturday morning was she and Mike were alone.
They were sitting on the floor, and he was helping her go through magazines in search of coupons. Again she was in shorts, a pair of white ones, with high-cut legs, the waist low on her hips. She was wearing a T-shirt now, and her tits were molded against the thin garment, her nipples protruding. Mike, as usual, was in faded cut-offs.
She was clipping coupons from a magazine when she noticed her son was staring at a picture for a long time. Glancing at it, she saw it was a model in a very brief bra and skimpy panties, and advertisement for hair remover. The slightly bulging panties indicated a darker color, and Donna knew Mike was fascinated by the picture. She dropped her eyes to the front of his cut-offs, but saw nothing. She felt that since he was looking with intense eyes at the picture, his cock would be hard, but it wasn't.