Life Goes On Ch. 06

Then it started, deep down in the bottom of his hard body and traveled the long road from his balls to her bowels. The explosion of cum ripped out of him and emptied a river of sperm in the farthest reaches of her rectum. Long, wrenching spasms churned through his cock and leapt into her dark cavern.

Finally, the storm passed. His shrinking member slipped from her, releasing a thick flow from the dark underground river within her ass. It seeped out of her and drooled down her thigh to pool on the leather cushion of the sofa, around her knee.

Sandra hung suspended over the back of the couch, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

"You are indeed your father's son, Sweet Heart," Sandra said, softly.

Steve sat next to her on the sofa, his depleted cock resting on his thigh. Jizz still oozed from his tiny slit and puddled on his leg.

"Thank you, Ma'm," Steve gasped, still not fully recovered from his exertion.

"If you call me Ma'm one more time, I'm going to slug you, Buster," Sandra complained.

"How's Sandy then?" he asked.

"That will be just peachy, Honey," she answered. "Now let's have a nice shower and you can get back to your stroll with the mare tied to the front porch."

After their shower, Steve left to continue his walk with the mare, and Sandra sat at her dressing table, putting on her second face of the day. She decided the rest of her day would go much better, now that Steve had been so kind as to wander up. God, how she missed the rough sex she had endured, and enjoyed, at the hands of her teen aged sons so long ago.

Steve had rekindled a yearning in her. She hoped the young stud would keep coming around, he was a much better lover than Billy Joe, and had a natural passion burning inside. He reminded her of Cool when she had first arrived.

She reapplied her makeup carefully and contemplated how the boys would react to her now. Her dream was for them to take her as they had before, but she hadn't breathed a word of how she felt to anyone. She felt so old some days.

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The lights went on in the apartment, to the south of her house. She could see three men climb the steps to the back door and disappear inside. Two men reappeared a few minutes later and one of them pointed toward her house and then at the drive that ran from the mower building past her front deck.

The man who had pointed shook the other man's hand and descended the steps and vanished into the night. The clock on her mantle struck two as she saw the third man step out of the apartment and together with the other, climb down the stairs and walk toward her house.

For several minutes, darkness forbade her from seeing the two figures approach her deck. Her whole body trembled as she awaited the arrival of her twin sons. Moisture wept from her sexual center and dampened her soft pubic bush.

When they appeared within the circle of light, cast by the floodlights over the deck, Sandra's heart fluttered in her chest. She watched as they mounted the three steps from the drive up to the deck, and crossed to the sliding glass door. As the door rolled aside, the two muscular figures entered her life again. They stopped just inside the door. Cory turned and rolled the door closed and turned again to face his mother.

"Hello, Mother," Craig said.

"Mother, you are absolutely ravishing," Cory said.

Sandra squealed and burst into their outstretched arms, covering them both with wet kisses. They sandwiched her between them, Cory covering her mouth with a hungry kiss and Craig kissing her repeatedly on her shoulders and the back of the neck.

"Oh, God! I'm so glad to see you two," Sandra gasped, between sloppy kisses.

Craig's hands wormed around under her arms and captured her tits. As he kneaded her, Cory ground his groin into her front.

"I've wanted you for so long," Sandra whispered.

Cory dislodged himself from her grip and pulled her away from Craig. He reached to her waist and pulled the sash that held her sheer robe together. Craig pulled it back off her shoulders and dropped it over the back of a chair. She stood naked while her twin sons removed their respective clothing.

Both men were steel stiff and stood together three feet in front of their mother. Sandra slowly dropped to her knees before them and held up her face to watch as they stepped in unison toward her. She took a cock in each hand and began the submissive ritual she missed so desperately. Her tongue swept over first one hard prick and then the other. She alternated between them, sucking Cory, then Craig, and then back.

She took each cock deep into her gullet and savored each in turn. For more than fifteen minutes she laved them, until Cory could hold back no longer. His cum burst from his tortured cock and coated her upturned face with thick milky ropes. And then Craig erupted, his shower criss-crossing that of his brother, leaving her face laced with gooey sperm.

And then they knelt with her and began to lick their mixed offering away. The men were no strangers to each other's seed, for they had been sharing for many years. Sandra whimpered as her sons continued with their ritual.

Craig stood first, pulling his mother to her feet. Cory lay back on the floor, holding his still rigid cock straight up. Sandra knew what she was expected to do and positioned herself over him and lowered herself over his waiting member. She lowered her pussy down on him until she sat flat on his pelvis, fully impaled on his sizable cock. She leaned forward, kissed him full on the mouth and then laid her cheek on his chest and waited for Craig to enter her already well-fucked butt from behind.

And then Sandra's two loving sons fucked their mother. Cory pushed into her cunt from below while Craig lashed into her stretched sphincter from behind. Cory's motion was shorter and much less animated due to his position beneath her, but Craig ravaged her with long smooth evenly paced strokes, crushing her onto Cory with each lunge.

Sandra exploded in a series of violent orgasms, draining all strength and reason from her tired body. Craig came after more than fifty firm thrusts deep into her bowels, filling her with his hot goo. Exhausted, he withdrew and watched as Sandra sat up on Cory and proceeded to buck on top of him until he blasted his cum far up into her mature pussy. Sandra climaxed one last time and then collapsed to the side of Cory, her breath coming in huge labored gasps.

And then it was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the mantle clock, and the sound of three sated lovers gasping for breath.

Life goes on at Islands Estates.