Bob Hawkins
Mommy made them

CHAPTER ONE

"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!"

"And you love it."

"You're fucking right!"

Eyes glued to her son's softening prick, Charlene's asshole hollowed with desire as Ginger got up and dusted her swollen pussy-mound, but her ass-crack was unmistakably visible. With her short hair and her lean flanks, from behind she might have been mistaken for a boy. But her high-thrust tits and the swell of her cunt made it impossible for anyone seeing her as she was, naked, to make such a mistake.

"Howie?" Ginger spoke softly. "Ginger treated you right, didn't she, lover?"

"Yeah!" Charlene's son gasped as she moved into his arms and his prick doubled against her belly. "Oh, yeah!"

"Good. I always like to carry out my promises."

She tilted her head back, her mouth pouting. Unable to resist, Howie kissed her. Their noses banged together and Ginger's mouth opened to take his stabbing tongue, and the watching Charlene shivered. The crotch of the woman's bikinis was soaked with her fuck-juices, but her cunt burned dry with her cock-hunger.

Ginger's hands roamed over Howie's back as the kiss continued, her tongue now battling the boy's and forcing its way into his mouth. They tasted each other, shared one another's saliva, the girl's tits crushed flat against the boy's chest.

The kiss broke with a mutual moan. Ginger clung to him a moment longer, then looked up.

"I love boys, Howie. I love cock!"

"Yeah. I mean, I love pussy!"

"Silly! I know what you mean!"

Ginger giggled again. "Howie? I did as you asked, I sucked your cock. I really did make you feel good, didn't I?"

"You sure did, baby."

"What are you gonna do to repay the favor?"

"Huh?" Howie blinked in surprise. "What do you mean? What do you want me to do?"

"Well, you could start by sucking my tits!" She said it casually, and the boy breathed out in relief. He grinned widely.

"Sure, Ginger. I can drive Tracy right up the wall when I suck her tits."

To prove his words he tried to bend, cupping the girl's tits toward his mouth. But Howie was too tall. After a moment he straightened.

"Shit, that isn't gonna work. Come on, lie down."

Before she could respond, he knelt on the ground, twisting to tug his trunks off his feet. When Howie turned back, Ginger still stood- his face was against her belly as she wrapped her arms around his head.

"Oh, yeah, suck me, Howie! Suck me!"

The boy's lips surrounded Ginger's protruding belly button. The tight knot of flesh pressed against his teeth until they parted and his tongue traced the remains of the cord that had bound her to her mother.

"Suck me, Howie!"

Ginger ground her pussy against Howie's chest as she sighed with pleasure. And then his teeth caught her belly button and nipped sharply.

"Ow! You little shit, you bit me!"

She pushed his head away and the teenager grinned as he looked up at her. "Sure, I thought that's what you wanted, the way you were stuffing yourself in my mouth!"

"Bastard!"

Ginger examined her belly button as the boy settled back on his heels. His prick lay over his balls, caught between his legs. Finding no permanent damage and only faint teeth marks, she muttered again.

"I'm sorry, Ginger. I promise, I won't bite again. Not unless you ask me to. But Tracy really likes me to work her tits with my teeth."

"Her nipples, too?"

"Those most of all. Christ, if I shove my hand inside her cunt, she'll beg me to bite ‘em off."

"Jesus, I don't want you to do that. I just want you to treat them gently!"

"You're the boss. When it comes to titty sucking, and fucking, Howie Lewis aims to please."

"Do you guarantee your work?"

"If the first fuck doesn't satisfy, you get a free replacement without extra charge."

They laughed together. Then, still kneeling, they came into each other's arms for another long kiss. Watching from concealment, Charlene again knew an intense stab of jealousy as she saw her son's prick double against Ginger's belly and then slide up until his cockhead pushed between her tits as Howie broke the kiss and straightened.

"Jesus, I'm glad your folks decided to spend the summer on the island, Ginger."

"So am I. Mother had us signed up for a tour of Norwegian nudist camps, but Daddy had to take care of some really important business, so he cancelled the trip."

"Jesus, you really go to nudist camps?"

"Sure, all the time. And to answer your next question, nobody ever tried to rape me. Sex is no big deal. The men don't even get hard."

"Yeah? I'd be hard all the fucking time."

"I didn't say anything about the boys. Where do you think I learned to suck cock?"

Howie grabbed her again and pushed her down, and for a moment they rolled around on the ground. Then his face came down to capture one of Ginger's tits and she sighed with pleasure as he sucked nearly half of her tit between his teeth.

"Oh, God, Howie! That feels good!"

Switching tits for a moment, he mumbled something that might have been agreement. The boy lay on his side while Ginger was flat on her back, the girl's left foot drawn up. She closed her eyes, her head lolling, as he sucked noisily, slurping his tongue around each tit. Then he came down on the nipple, capturing it and biting gently while his cheeks hollowed with the sucking pressure.

"Oh, yes! Yes!"

Ginger's ass came off, the ground and her knees opened and closed. She was in the right position for Charlene to see her gaping cunt in the brief moment her legs were spread. The girl's hands caught Howie's head, her fingers working through his hair, as she gasped out her need.

"Oh, suck me, Howie! Suck my cunt!"

For a moment Howie continued to work at her tits, slurping down to her belly button for a moment, and then running his tongue through the hollows of her collar bone. Then he raised his head.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Please, suck my pussy!"

He made a face. "No way! No fucking way! Cunts stink!"

"Bastard" She began to pound on him with her fists. "Goddamn bastard! I sucked your cock, Howie Lewis!"

"Jesus, stop it! Stop it!"

The boy caught her hands and forced her arms down against the ground. Ginger stared up at him, lower lip sucked between her teeth.

"Bastard!"

"Goddamn it, are you gonna behave?"

Ginger muttered another curse, then changed her tactics. "Please, Howie? If… if you suck my pussy, I'll let you take my cherry."

"Yeah? You're not shitting me?"

"I wouldn't shit you about something like that. Please, suck my pussy and you can do anything you want."

"Jesus." His face twisted in a grimace, the boy looked down at the promised mound. After a moment he released one of Ginger's hands and placed his hand on her belly, let it slip down to slide across her cunt-mound.

"Please, Howie!"

"Shit! All right, I'll try. But if I don't like it I'm gonna stop."

Ginger didn't say anything to that. The girl drew up both legs and lifted her feet into the air and her cunt gaped open again as the boy moved down to where he could stare at it. He studied her juicing cunt-slit.

"Get between my legs, Howie! Please!"

Sighing, Howie filled his lungs with air and moved between Ginger's legs. Her feet came down on his shoulders as the boy bent toward her cunt, his nose still wrinkled. Charlene cursed as his face went out of sight, but a gasp from the girl said that his tongue had come out to probe.

"Oh God, yes! Suck me, Howie! Suck me!" Howie's ass bobbed up and down as the kneeling boy did as the girl begged. Ginger gasped again and locked her ankles together, around him. He tried to lift his head and brought her ass completely off the ground.

"Suck me! Oh sweet Jesus!"

Charlene's fingers twisted at her exposed nipple until the thimble-sized nub of flesh burned with dry fire. Driven nearly mad with her lust, she tried to work her way forward, anxious to get a better look at the writhing teenagers. After his first effort to escape, Howie settled down to the serious business of sucking cunt. Ginger screamed.

"Suck! Su-suck! S-Suck!"

Howie grunted and his hot breath filled the girl's cunt. Charlene wiggled forward, oblivious to the sounds she was making-and her knee came down on a rock. It slipped, and before she could catch herself the woman fell forward.

"Howie! Jesus Christ!"

The boy came out of Ginger's cunt, his face wet with her juices, and they stared together in horror as Charlene picked herself up.

"Mom!"