Bob Hawkins - Mommy made them

"Jesus Christ, Howie! You can't stick that cock in my pussy! It's too big!"

"Shit, I only got six inches, Ginger. My brother's prick is an inch longer and an inch thicker and my Pop has an axe handle hanging over his balls. Come on, your cunt's plenty big enough, you can take it!"

"No fucking way! I'm still cherry!"

"You're shitting me. Ginger Buchanan, the biggest cock-tease on Lake Pleasant is a virgin? What about all the guys who say you're the greatest cock-sucker around?"

"Sure I suck cocks, and I'll suck yours, if you want. But I've never taken one in my pussy. Come on, Howie, lie down and turn over on your back and I'll give you the best blow-job you ever had."

"You'll have to be goddamn good to beat Tracy."

"You let your twin sister suck your cock? Jesus!"

"Tracy sucks me and fucks me, both. All I gotta do is smack my lips and she drops her panties!"

"I don't believe you."

"Ask her. She'll tell the truth. Now, goddamn it get down on your knees and start sucking! My cock and my ass are getting sunburned!"

Toiling up the steep path that led to the top of the knoll, Charlene Lewis heard the two youthful voices and stopped in shock. She tightened her legs against the cunt-itch that had been driving her wild for the last half hour as she recognized her son's clear words.

"Come on, Ginger! Suck my cock!"

Jesus! Charlene swallowed, breathing heavily after the, climb. The knoll was a rocky hill that jutted nearly three hundred feet from the lake level and looking back down the path, Charlene could see the roof and smoking chimney of the Lewis lake house, one of six summer cottages on the island. The Buchanan house was just visible a few hundred yards to the east, almost hidden by the second growth pine and spruce that covered every part of the island except for this upper reach of the knoll.

"Oh, Christ, Ginger! Take it all! Suck me!" The children were hidden by the thick underbrush and bramble that surrounded the little clearing known as Eagle's Nest. The July afternoon was stifling hot, without any hint of a breeze to evaporate the sweat that sheened the bikini-clad, big-titted natural blonde Charlene,

"Ah, Jesus! You got it all!"

Charlene bit her lip and shoved her fingers into the top of her bikini panties. Shaved cunthair stubble scraped her skin as she worked her middle finger into her cunt. She could smell her pussy-stink as her fuck-juices coated her hand.

Jesus! Bill, you bastard, I want your cock! "Oh, that's nice, Ginger! So fucking nice!" Charlene swayed as all four fingers dug into her pussy, her eyes closed. Her other hand came up to palm the nipple of her left tit, and she gasped involuntarily as the swollen nubbin scraped against the fabric of her suit. Smacking noises from the clearing showed that Ginger was enthusiastically sucking on Howie's prick.

"Suck, girl! suck hard!"

"Oh, fuck me, Bill! Fuck me, you bastard!

But Bill Lewis was in the city with the girls, Pat and Tracy, while Charlene had taken the boys, Lonnie and Howie, to the lake house for the month of July. Like Howie and Tracy, Pat and Lonnie were also twins, but two years older. This was a trial separation that might or might not lead to divorce. Come the first of August the two halves of the family would swap houses, to give the girls a chance on the island.

"You're good, Ginger! Jesus, you really know how to turn a guy on! Oh, yeah!"

Jesus! Charlene couldn't stand it another fucking minute! Another fucking second! Two weeks was the longest she had gone without her husband's hard throbbing ten-inches in all the years of their marriage. Even when she was pregnant with the two sets of twins his cock had been hers to suck. His beautiful big cock had fucked her pussy at least three times every fucking day.

Oh, Christ! Bill, you bastard! Fuck me!

Bill was a bastard-that was the fucking trouble. As much as Charlene loved his hard hot prick, when they were together and not fucking they picked at each other constantly. Maybe some of it was her fault, maybe she did nag the kids all the time, but he was no fucking peach himself. If it weren't for his cock and the fact that he was such a goddamn good breadwinner, she'd have walked out on him years ago.

"Ah! Ah, Jesus!"

Charlene unconsciously gasped out loud as she worked her fingers across the swollen lips of her cunt. Her burning clit rubbed against her palm, and her halter rode up on her tit as her massive tit fell loose. Her pussy-juices trickled down her thighs.

"Sweet merciful fucking Jesus!"

"Ginger! Don't stop!"

"I heard something, Howie!"

"Shit, you're imagining things. Get back down there and suck! You almost made me blow my balls!"

Hearing the kids, Charlene froze for thirty seconds, until she beard the greedy lip smacking noises that said the girl had obeyed. Then, breathing carefully, she pulled her hand away from her cunt and started to creep up the path, her tit still hanging out.

"Yeah, girl! It won't be long now!"

The clearing was only twenty feet farther but Charlene ducked off the path and circled through the brush until she came out on the upper side, just below the rocky tip of the knoll. She made noises but the kids were so lost in their sexual fever that they didn't hear. And a moment later she was able to peer into the clearing.

Howie was a redhead, like his father. The youngster stood in the middle of the clearing with his swim trunks tangled around his ankles, his hands resting on the naked Ginger's curly brown hair. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed as he mouthed endearments to the cock-sucking girl.

"Oh, sweet fuck, suck me! Suck me!"

Charlene stopped breathing, her fists clenching as she stared until her eyes burned-then she blinked rapidly. She could see Howie's glistening prick as Ginger bobbed up and down so rapidly that her curls bounced. Her son's red cock-hair was matted and darkened by the girl's saliva, and his balls were drawn up tight against the base of his cock-shaft.

Jesus, his prick was only half as thick as his father's and inches shorter but his balls were big! Ginger was naked, her swim suit tossed to one side. The girl was nut-brown all over, including her ass and her tits, a sign she went naked whenever possible. Charlene had heard stories that Blaise and Bettina Buchanan, Ginger's parents, were practicing nudists and they certainly had all the privacy they needed on the island.

"Oh, God, Ginger! S-Suck! O-Gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!"

Howie's hands slammed Ginger's head down on his prick and held her there while his ass muscles twitched. Charlene swallowed, intensely jealous of the girl who was being fed her son's thick young cum. She stared at the youngsters until Howie's hands fell away and his head rolled.

"Jesus!" the boy sighed. "That was fucking great!"

His prick fell as Ginger came off it, hung swollen and puffy over his loosening balls and pointing at her tits. His foreskin was worked completely back from his cock-head.

Ginger looked up, a sly smile on her face.

"Am I as good as Tracy?"

"Stilt, yes!"

"Maybe I'm better?"

Howie suddenly sensed that she was leading him into a trap. He shrugged, his cock slopping up and down.

"I wouldn't say that," he said. "As good, yeah, but I didn't know you were having a contest, Ginger."

"Maybe that's just what we should have-a contest, to prove which of us is the best." She giggled. "Think Tracy would go along with that?"

The boy laughed. "Probably. She's crazy enough. Just like you. You're both cock-mad bitches!"