Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2020 18:49:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY Chapter 24

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BOY DADDY, Part 24

On the Monday following Danny's gang rape, Nick and Ben came over to our
place after dinner to have sex.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were their regular nights for fucking.
Ostensibly, Ben was helping Nick with his homework at the public library
downtown; that was the cover story they used at home.  Jenny was happy to
see Ben take such an interest in Nick's education and encouraged them to
spend as much time together for tutoring sessions as possible.

This was hilarious, because Nick was an excellent student and didn't need
any tutoring at all, something Jenny should have known.  But the scenario
worked perfectly for their purpose, and they had recently started adding
Saturdays to their `tutoring' schedule.

On this particular Monday evening, Sam and I were eager to tell Ben all
about the fun we'd had with Danny and the Wolf Pack boys.  Nick already
knew the story but was eager to add his two-cents as well.

Once they'd finished and came out of their bedroom, we gathered as usual in
the living room and smoked some hash.

When I showed them the surveillance tape from the shed, Ben was awestruck
but quickly found his voice.

"J.J., you gotta get me in on this, man!  Yeah, they're a little older than
I normally like `em, but they're young enough!  So fuckin' cute, and such
dogs when it comes to sex!  Jesus."

We talked about all the roofies I had stashed and how we could incorporate
them into our future fun.

I brought up an idea I'd had on Saturday when we were molesting Danny, one
I still thought would be great good fun.

"You know what'd be awesome?  Ben, you slip Jenny a roofie or two, and when
they hit you call me and I come over and we fuck her together," I said,
instantly hard just from talking about my idea, but also realizing how
pedestrian it was once I'd said it out loud.

The boys laughed, but Ben looked at me quizzically.

"Dude, we could do that anytime without having to roofie her!  She's
mentioned several times that it'd be fun to have sex with us both.  I told
you that, didn't I?"

I couldn't recall him mentioning this before, but my plan still excited me.

"I don't know, but it'd be more fun to roofie her and do it without her
even knowing!  It'd make it way more exciting," I insisted.

He raised his eyebrows in consideration, then said, "Hmmm, maybe.  It would
be fun to do it all sneaky, for sure."

Sam had been staring at us with an odd look of incredulity on his face.

"Whoa, dudes, wait a sec!  I want in on this!  If you're gonna roofie her,
I'm there," he said, laughing.

I beamed at him, ruffling his tousled hair.  "You wanna double-fuck?"  We
laughed and high-fived each other.

"What about you, Nick?  You interested, you want in?"

Nick had been screwing up his nose as soon as we started discussing it.

"Nah, not interested.  I can't think of Mom that way, it's creepy to me,"
he said, looking a bit embarrassed about not wanting to join in.

Sam snickered at him.

"That's cuz you're a mama's boy," he said, grinning at his brother.

Nick instantly got defensive.  "Fuck off, Sam!"

"Nah, nah, that's not what I mean, dude.  I mean that you and Mom have a
normal mother/son thing goin' on, not like me.  I hardly spent any time
with her when I was a kid; I was with J.J. like 24/7, so I never really
thought of her like a mother.  You know what I mean?  No offense, bro, but
that's what I meant by "mama's boy", Sam explained.

This satisfied Nick, but he was still a bit stung.

"I guess, whatever.  Anyway, count me out, but you guys can go for it.
I'll just go over to Brian's while you're at it."

The more we talked, the more details we fleshed out.  Within a half hour,
our plan was made.

Sam suggested letting some of our high school buddies in on the deal.  At
first I was all for it, but the more I thought about it, the less I liked
it.

"Nah, let's just keep it to ourselves, keep it small.  I don't wanna turn
it into a big scene or anything; it's too much planning and organizing and
shit.  Let's keep it small and relaxed.  We deserve a little `us' time."

Sam and Ben agreed.  Nick just rolled his eyes.

We made our plan for the upcoming Sunday.  I put it on our wall calendar.

Sam had always had a fascination with me fucking Jenny.  He liked watching
the videos I'd made of me and Jenny when we screwed, and I had even once
hidden him in the closet of our bedroom so he could watch in person.

I knew that he also had a goofy obsession with the idea of me fucking her
ass and had often encouraged me to do so.

I had pestered Jenny for years to let me do it, but she always had an
excuse for not wanting to try it.  I finally gave up on the idea until Sam
began to press for it to happen.

All of this together made me think that Sam would really go to town on
Jenny if he had the opportunity, so I was thrilled to be able to finally
offer him his chance.

Ben told me later that he was disappointed that Nick didn't want to
participate in our fun.  He had hoped, he told me, to fuck Jenny while he
simultaneously rimmed Nick's ass.

I told Ben that you never know where a boy's raging hormones will take him,
and Nick was a horny little guy with an unpredictable sexual appetite.

In the intervening days before our date with Jenny, Nick had been up to his
own plans and it was Ben who clued me into it.

Jenny told Ben that every day that week middle school boys were coming by
after school looking for Nick, or asking for directions, or soliciting
donations for unlikely charities.  She said they'd show up in duos, or
groups of three or four, or singly.  It was an annoyance to her because she
had to keep answering the door.

When she asked Nick about it, he just shrugged and said they were planning
a surprise party for someone.  When Jenny asked him who, he'd said some kid
at school.

It didn't sound right to me, and I figured Nick was masterminding something
fun and clever, so the next time I saw him, I asked about it.

I was driving him home to Jenny's house one evening, as Ben had stayed home
to spend the evening with Jenny, just the two of them, a rare enough
occurrence.

"Mom told Ben that boys have been stopping by after school a lot the past
several days, ringing the doorbell and asking random questions, and she
thought it was weird.  What's goin' on?" I asked.

"Huh?  Oh, that.  Yeah.  Well, when you guys decided to roofie Mom that
day, it gave me an idea.  I figured I could make some money if I offered to
let kids I know have sex with her while she's passed out."  He looked at me
and smiled tentatively, checking for my reaction.

I played it non-committal.

"Uh huh," was all I said.

"OK, but see, most of them don't know her, never even seen her before.  So,
I told them to stop by, knowing Mom'd answer the door.  That way, all they
had to do was ask her something while they got a good look at her.  Then
they'd be able to decide whether or not they wanted to do it."

I couldn't help but laugh at my son's entrepreneurial drive.  Nick was a
real go-getter.  I felt proud as hell.

"Damn, that's clever, Nick!  So, how many guys are interested?"

"17, so far," he said.  Then he chuckled, and added, "I told them only five
at a time; you think that's good?"

I nodded emphatically.  "Hell yeah, otherwise they'd wear her out.  Five
seems about right; she could handle five boys, so long as they're not too
rough.  How old are they, mostly?"

"Like my age, some younger by a year maybe.  Nobody over 14, though."

The image of a bunch of young boys fucking my wife in our bed gave me an
instant boner.

"How much are you charging `em?" I asked.

"Well, they're just kids so they're not gonna be able to come up with much.
I told `em $20 each, which would make a total of $340.  Not a lot, but
that's OK."

I loved the way Nick's mind worked.

"That's awesome, dude.  That'd be a hella cheap fuck.  But there's a big
problem you didn't think of," I said.

Nick looked doubtful. "What problem?"

"If it's only five boys at a time, and you've already got 17 interested,
that'd be at least three different times you'd have to roofie Mom.  She'd
know something was up if it happened that many times."

"Why?"

"Multiple times of not being able to remember what happened the night
before?  Feeling exhausted, sore, and hella groggy the next day?  She's not
stupid, Nick.  She'd know something happened to her.  Nah, it's too risky,
dude.  It's a totally awesome idea, and I'd love to see it happen, but it
just won't work.  Sorry, babe."

He sighed, and mumbled, "Shoot."

I hated disappointing either of my boys.

"But here's a thought -- tell your buddies the truth, why it won't work,
but offer to let just five of them have a night with Mom at a much higher
price.  The five kids who can get the money together first get a spot."

Nick's eyes lit up as he considered the idea.

"Hey yeah, that's hella cool...how much should I charge, do you think?"

"Mmmm, what about $50?  Could they swing that?"

Nick laughed.  "Dude, they can come up with more than that -- if it's
something they really, really want.  I'm thinkin' like $100."

I shrugged and said, "Cool.  If you think they can get that much, go for
it.  Just let me know what they say, and then we can schedule a date.  It
can't be too soon after me and Sam do it, though.  Gotta give Mom enough
time to forget about it."

Nick understood, and by the time I reached his house he was happy and
excited for his new plan.  I was, too.

The days flew by, and before we knew it the weekend had arrived.

We'd decided to not host our usual weekend parties that week because we
wanted to be fresh and energetic for our date with Jenny.

On that Sunday, Sam and I slept in until 9 a.m., then spent the day in
foreplay and watching porn.  We had planned to pass the day stoking our
libidos for our night of fun.

At one point, Sam laughed at something he had thought of while we were
casually jerking off watching hardcore straight porn.

When I asked him about it, he told me a funny story about Cisco, Sam's and
Nick's young Mexican friend who was also now Sam's casual fuck buddy on the
down-low.

Cisco was interested in fucking Jenny but had never met her.  When he
stopped by the house and rang the doorbell, he told Sam that he knew he
wanted to fuck her the second he laid eyes on her.

"Your mom was dressed like a whore, dude, shorts up to her pussy and a
bikini top that barely held her tits," he'd told Sam.

"I could hardly take my eyes off them, and she noticed.  I was playing at
being innocent and had made my accent thicker, cuz white bitches love that
shit, for some reason.  I also said some stuff in Spanish cause they love
that, too, and I knew she wouldn't understand it."

The one statement he'd said that Sam remembered was, "Te voy a follar tan
fuerte, perra!  Te voy a follar durante tooooda la noche!", which he
translated as, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, bitch!  I'm gonna fuck you
allll night long!"

Sam laughed at the recollection.

I had stopped breathing momentarily before I burst into laughter.

"Bro, Mom speaks Spanish.  She had to learn it for work.  You didn't know
that?!  She's pretty fluent in it, dude, which means she understood
everything Cisco said!"  I laughed until I almost cried.

Sam's eyes got big as he took this info in, and then he made another
realization.

"Ohhh, no way, now it makes sense!  Dude, he said it seemed like Mom
started flirting with him after he spoke Spanish.  She told him he was a
little charmer and that if she was his age, she'd be all over him."

"Yep, that's Jenny!" I laughed.  "She's always had a thing for hot teen
guys."

"Bet she'd be surprised if she knew what her hot teen son was planning!"

"She sure never mentioned meeting Cisco to Ben," I laughed.  "Maybe she's
keeping that little encounter to herself!"

We talked about how easy it would probably be for Cisco to get in Jenny's
pants.  He was a good-looking 13-year old boy and Jenny had a healthy
libido.  I wondered if she'd ever put the moves on Cisco, or would it just
be a fun fantasy for her to indulge in.

"Tell him to go by the house again when nobody's there but Mom.  I bet
something happens," I said, stroking some pre-cum out of my hard prick.
"And tell him to dress sexy, like a wife-beater, sagging shorts, be
barefoot...she'll think that's hot."

The afternoon passed quickly, and soon we were getting ready to go to
Jenny's.  Ben was going to dose her wine at dinner and give me a call when
she was ready for us.  I figured it'd be around 7 pm when he'd call, and
sure enough, it was.

Sam and I had decided earlier in the week to take a shower on Friday and
then not again until after our date with Mom.  All we'd do is brush our
teeth and wash our faces and buttholes, but otherwise, nada.

I wanted a good male funk to permeate the house before we were through, and
so we chose our clothes with some care.  We both rooted around in our
hamper and pulled out some dirty socks and stinky t-shirts that had been
mingling and marinating in damp darkness for days.  Neither of us were
wearing underwear and chose to stay that way.

By the time we were in the truck and heading over to the house, we could
already smell ourselves.  Nice and stale with an undertone of rank socks
and pits.  We laughed our asses off at how strong the bedroom would stink
once we got heated.

"Hell yeah," Sam barked, "all we should smell at the end is pussy and guy
funk!  It'll piss Leda off if we leave the house all smelly; it'll be
fuckin' hilarious!"

When we knocked on the door, Nicky answered it and gave us each a hug.

"They're already upstairs," he said, motioning for us to go up.  "I'm gonna
head over to Brian's."

"Where's Leda?" I asked, wondering who was looking after the babies.

"She took the kids over to Samantha's for a while," Nick replied.  Samantha
was a neighborhood friend of Leda's.

As we started mounting the stairs, Sam whipped off his malodorous t-shirt
and dropped it on the steps.  Next, he kicked his shoes off and then
scrambled out of his ratty shorts, all while still climbing the stairs.  I
could smell his stinky socks since I was right behind him.

Sam was really looking forward to this, evidenced by his stripping off
before we even got into the bedroom.  From these actions alone, I knew he'd
be an animal once we got started.  My cock throbbed and drooled in
anticipation.

When we walked into the bedroom, Ben was already naked and was undressing
Jenny as she sat on the bed, staring at nothing.

Fumbling with her bra, Ben glanced at us and flashed a wicked grin.

"Wanna help?" he asked us.  "She's totally wasted."

Sam immediately dropped to his knees and went to work, roughly pulling her
jeans down her legs and then off, hurling them aside like trash.  He ran
his hands up and down the inside of her thighs, then pushed his face
against her panties to nuzzle the prize beneath the fabric.

"Mmmm, mama's warm pussy..." he muttered.

As Ben freed Jenny's breasts from the bursting bra, Sam looked up and
cackled.

"Damn, she's got nice tits!" he shouted, cupping them in his sweaty hands
and pushing them together to make them bulge.  He was like a kid in a
long-closed, now-opened candy store.

He leaned his curly head forward and licked them before sucking and biting
her nipples.

Jenny groaned in response and muttered something, but we couldn't make it
out.  Of her own volition, she brought her hands up to Sam's head and
clutched his hair as he mauled her breasts.  Clearly, she liked what she
was feeling.

Leaning back, Sam yanked her panties off and held them to his face,
inhaling the scent of his mother's cunt.

"Fuck yeah, that's a sweet pussy," he mumbled.  "I wanna fuck her first,
but J.J., you gotta rape her ass while I do it!"

"OK!" I laughed, as Sam laid down on his back and Ben and I helped maneuver
Jenny so she was on top of him.

Pulling her face down for a sloppy kiss, Sam aimed his stiff cock and
shoved into her cunt, moaning and gasping as he felt how warm and slick she
was before plunging his tongue into her mouth.

Ben and I just stood there and took in the sight.  The image was so
stunningly lascivious and taboo that it was impossible to look away.

Sam broke his kiss with Jenny and shoved her back up.  He reached for his
mom's panties beside him on the bed and shoved them in his mouth, a giddy,
mindless laugh filling his throat. Then he began to fuck.

I moved into position to fuck her ass, but first I wanted to double-fuck
with Sam.

I wanted to surprise him, ostensibly, but really I just wanted to revel in
the sensation of our cocks pressed tightly together, sliding against each
other, inside a snug, stretched pussy.  That it was his mother's pussy only
made me more eager to be with him inside her.

As I entered Jenny from behind, Sam nearly shrieked when he felt my cock
squeeze into Jenny and slide against his prick.

"Oh fuck, dude, that feels so good!  You're gonna make me cum, fucker!" he
barked.

Wriggling and writhing, we soon were sliding our slippery cocks in and out
of Mom, and the sensation was mind-blowingly ecstatic.  Sam and I had
double-fucked lots of times, but never had it felt this amazing.

Sam kept up a stream of dirty talk that made us even crazier.

"I'm fuckin' Mom with my bro!" he said, beaming at me with a deranged grin.

"With your father..." I added, forcing the perversion aspect even higher.

"Awww, fuck yeah," Sam panted, "this is so awesome!"

"You like it? You like feeling my cock rub against yours?  We're both
fucking Mom, bro, fucking her together!" I chanted, thrusting faster and
harder.

"I'm inside where I came out aw Jesus fuckin' Christ you fucked her and I
came out and now we're both fuckin' it fuckin' it fuckin' it..." Sam
babbled.

"Knock her up, bro," I mumbled at him.

"Yeah, let's get her pregnant," he gasped, eyes widening.

"Nah, YOU get her pregnant, motherfucker!"  I guffawed at my own joke.
"You really are a motherfucker, bro!"

We both brayed with delight, and Sam really slammed into Jenny.  His hands
were all over his mother's breasts, squeezing and pinching her voluptuous
tits as he fucked faster.

When he started to whine in that high-pitched signature way of his, I
forced myself to pull out.  I wanted to let Sam fuck freely as he got ready
to fill his mom with his potent sperm.

As he lost himself in bliss, I slowly shoved my rock-hard prick into
Jenny's ass and she let out a loud, rising cry of discomfort.

It didn't matter to me if she liked it or not, all that mattered was that I
was going to fulfill one of Sam's lewd fantasies, one he'd been talking
about for the past two years.  I pushed myself in further, and Jenny nearly
screamed.  That really excited me, and I shoved in again.

The room echoed with a loud shriek of pain as I suddenly sank in up to the
hilt, my coarse pubes mashed against the tender flesh of her ass.  I
rotated my hips, exulting in the silky feel of her hot guts on my dick.

I groaned repeatedly, basking in the warmth and comfort of finally being
inside my wife's tight, cozy ass.  This was something I'd dreamt of for
years, well before Sam began goading me.  Jenny continued whimpering and
moaning while I savored the thousand sensations coursing through my body.

Sam was also luxuriating inside his mom, and when I started thrusting into
her ass, he said, "I can feel you fucking through her cunt, dude," giggling
and gasping.

I started laughing, too, low and dirty, because he was right -- I could
feel him fucking her cunt, almost as though our cocks were bumping into
each other.  Whatever the cause, it only made what we were doing more
thrilling.

Ben had been hovering close to the bed, fondling his hard dick while
encouraging and praising our lasciviousness.  He'd never seen me fuck my
wife before, and I could tell from the look on his face that it excited
him.  Though probably not as much as seeing Sam fuck his mother.

I smiled at him and snarled, "I wanna watch you fuck her, too, dude.  We'll
fuck her together as soon as Sam's done."

"Take your time; I'm really enjoying this!" he said.

Ben was a thoughtful, considerate guy, a real gentleman pervert.  I was
happy to know him.

I leaned back on my haunches as I rammed in and out, my gaze locked on
Sam's veiny, greasy-looking cock pumping her cunt while mine pounded her
shitter.

It was one of the most spectacularly depraved sights I had ever seen, full
of symbolism and dripping with meaning.  We were both transported to a
higher level of inspired perversion.

"Wanna fuck her ass when I'm done?" I asked Sam, looking at his handsome
face distorted with lust.

All he could do was grunt in response, a breathy "Uh-huh".

Those two simple things -- the way he looked and that "uh-huh", pushed me
right to the edge, and I knew I was going to cum.

The veins in his forehead were bulging, and a tight rictus of sneering lust
locked his features.  There was a film of sweat covering his brow and
throat, and his chest was flushed with sexual tension.  Sam looked
magnificent.

"Aw fuck, I'm gonna cum," I bellowed, and Sam's eyes flashed with a
deranged, demonic glee.

He started huffing and puffing, babbling gibberish as his hips blurred,
fucking his way to orgasm.

I roared like a lion as I started shooting hot sperm into Jenny's violated
ass, thrusting hard and deep while I drained my balls inside her guts.

As I roared, Sam whined like a cat in heat and screamed out "FUCK!" as he
started unloading inside his mom's wet pussy.

Both of us shot our loads while looking into each other's eyes, sharing a
moment in time that we would never forget and that bound us to each other
forever.

As we slowed our thrusting and the tension drained from our bodies, Sam
crossed his arms behind his head, exposing his unwashed armpits, pungent
with adolescent sweat.

I let out a deeply satisfied laugh.

"You smell like a skunk, ya little motherfucker!" I told him, pushing his
hair away from his sweaty forehead.

He grabbed my hand and brought it down to his slimy prick, so I stroked him
a few times to get my hand nicely coated.

When I smelled my hand, I got a strong whiff of pussy and sperm.  With my
other hand, I stroked my greasy cock and let Sam smell it.

"Yep, ass and cum, hell yeah!" he purred.

We laughed like dumb jocks as Ben leaned it for some deep sniffs, too.

We got Jenny off Sam and laid her on her back.  Sam sat up next to her and
glanced hungrily at her body.

"Bitch has a fuckin' fine pussy, dude," he said to me.  "Was it that fine
when you fucked her the first time?  When you were 12?"

"Bro, she was 15, what do you think?  15-year old pussy?  Of course it was
fine!"  I laughed.  "She basically trained me how to fuck, dude.  She gives
pretty good head, too, for a chick.  Not as good as us, but pretty decent,"
I added.

I could see Sam's over-heated mind racing through various scenarios,
determining what he wanted to do next.

"I gotta fuck those titties, dude!  Shove my dick between `em and spray `em
with jizz!"

"Hell yeah!" Ben and I said in unison.

We kept up our mindless laughter, amused by everything and nothing,
simultaneously.  Just the sound of us being stupid and oafish got me horny
and hard again.

Ben and Sam seemed to be agitated by our braying, too, bodies tensed with
cocks stiff as tentpoles.

We'd gone wild.  Feral.

Sam suddenly sprang up and straddled his mother's stomach.  His hands were
shaky as he mauled her breasts and squeezed them together, kneading the
voluptuous flesh until they were mottled with pink blotches.

"Look at those fuckin' tits, dude, DAMN!  I wish I could remember suckin'
on `em when I was little, hahah!"

"Suck `em now," I barked.

Sam looked over at me with a gleam in his eye and held my gaze as he leaned
down and sucked lustily on one of Jenny's nipples.

I groaned and air-fucked, making my stiff, dripping prick bounce wildly for
him.  Sam sighed loudly as he watched and sucked.

"Suck the other one," he ordered.

I kneeled next to them and took the other nipple into my mouth, amazed at
how firm and plump it was.  The realization that Sam and I were sucking on
Jenny's tits together almost made me inadvertently shoot my wad.

"Fucking beautiful...two handsome young brothers nursing on their mama's
tits," Ben muttered.

"Bro and his bro-dad," Sam corrected, then gave an autonomic squeal of
sexual excitement.

"Fuckin' right..." I said.

Sam sat up straight and got ready to slide his dick between Jenny's tits.
He spit in his hand and swiped it over his boner, but like usual, I was
pumping out a nearly constant stream of precum.

I knelt on the bed beside Jenny and maneuvered myself so that I could wipe
my dick in her cleavage, getting it nice and slick for Sam's benefit.

Sam was chuckling as he watched me slime up Mom's chest.

When I was done, Sam hocked up a loogie and spat it between her tits on top
of all the precum I had just smeared around.

"Now it'll really be slick," he said, squeezing his mother's breasts
tightly around his hard cock, then leaning on them to increase the pressure
on his dick as he stated to thrust.

"These tits make a fuckin' awesome Titty-Tunnel!" he laughed.

"Shove your dick up my ass, Beast," I growled at Ben.  "I want that cock in
me."

Ben chuckled and scrambled over to me as I stood up, jerking his cock as he
approached, ready to fuck.

He got behind me and wrapped his strong, hairy arms around my chest,
bending me forward.  I leaned on the bed and he slid his cock into me
without much effort.

I was relaxed and ready for him, eager to have my hole abused and my
prostate banged good while I watched Sam fuck Mom's tits.

"Cum all over her face, bro, slime her tits and lick it off!" I panted out,
half crazy from the superb fucking Ben was giving me.

Baring his teeth and bellowing, Sam tensed his body and a thick rope of
sperm flew out and slashed his mother's face from her forehead to her chin.

Ben and I roared with pleasure when we saw it happen, though we were
already whining and keening as he pounded my ass.

More jets of hot jizz blasted out and spattered her tits and throat,
dripping off in thick, milky rivulets.  Sam was already lapping it up off
her face as he flung the final drops from his dick.

He turned his dissipated face to me and stuck out his tongue, displaying a
large puddle of cum.  He leaned down to Jenny's mouth and forced his tongue
inside, then withdrew it, showing me his now-clean tongue.

"Eat it all, bitch!" he said to Jenny, giggling and barely able to hold
still.  "That shit's liquid gold, bitches beg for it..."

He wiped up a drop of semen from the corner of her lips and pushed it into
her mouth.  It was a lovely, tender gesture, in stark contrast to what had
just gone before.

Again, Ben and I moaned in response, and Sam turned to us, a slack,
lecherous, grin disfiguring his face.

At nearly 17, Sam was getting more and more handsome as he filled out and
matured.  He still had a remarkably youthful face and most people guessed
him to be several years younger, but I could see that he was beginning to
look his age, and knew that he'd look like a young man, not a young boy, by
the time he turned 18.

"Dude, I wanna fuck you," I said to him as he watched Ben pound my ass.

He laughed and got off the bed, turning his back to me and half-squatting,
displaying his hairy butt crack.

"More," I grunted.

He reached behind himself and spread his cheeks, making his hole pucker and
then push out, like lips kissing.  He snickered and farted.

"Smell my ass, bro," he muttered.  "Better make sure it's clean; better
lick it."

He smelled clean enough, his robust scent the epitome of a horny
adolescent's hard-playing, sweaty ass.  He was very tasty.

I stood and pulled him to my slick chest and bit the side of his neck, just
hard enough to make him wince, before sucking it and giving him a hickey.

"I'm gonna look like a fuckin' whore, dude," he chuckled as I marked him.

"That's what you are, bro, a fuckin' whore," I rumbled in his ear.  "My
whore."

Holding him firmly against me, I slapped his ass with my hard cock and then
tapped at his furry hole, making him grunt and whimper.

I nearly howled as my prick pushed into his asshole, amazed anew as I was
every time I screwed my depraved son.

I caught a glance of us in the full-length mirror near the bed, the three
of us fucking like a train.

A magnificent, nasty idea entered my head.

"Hey!  Guys!  Let's get in a different position.  Sam, straddle Mom's legs
with your ass pointed towards her face, then I'll get behind you, and then
Ben, you get behind me, so your ass is closest to her face."

We got into our new position, and as we started fucking again, we all
agreed that this was much better, much nastier, more perverted.

We sighed and gasped, whined and growled as we thrust in unison.

"My ass keeps hitting her face when I back-thrust," Ben laughed.  "Her nose
hits my shithole like a fucking bull's-eye!"

We laughed our throbbing asses off.

A few moments later, Ben started huffing and I knew my guts were about to
be bathed in his warm semen.  A few more brutal thrusts, and he unloaded
inside me, slamming his full weight against my sweaty ass and back, nearly
making Sam fall off the end of the bed.

As Ben pulled out of me, I could feel warm jizz squirt out of my asshole
and drip onto the sheets.  Ben noticed it, too, and chuckled.

"This bed's gonna stink by the time we're done," he sighed.  "Bet it's
never seen this kind of fun before."

I laughed, still fucking Sam.

"No way," I agreed.  "Does Jenny still change the sheets every other day?"

"Yep," he replied.  "She likes everything to be nice and fresh."

I shrugged and wrinkled my nose.

Ben laughed.

"Yeah, I know, you like your sheets to stink like sex and sweat, man.  Me,
too.  But what am I gonna do?" he said as he got off Jenny and the bed,
leaving me and Sam to rut while he watched.

I backed myself up a bit closer to Jenny's head and pulled Sam with me.
Now I got to feel my ass press against her pretty face every time I pulled
back in preparation for another brutal push forward into Sam's bowels.  I
loved it.  The feel of my asshole making contact with her flesh added a
special frisson that made my nuts throb.

When I was ready to unload, I hugged Sam's drenched body as tight to myself
as I could and whispered in his ear that I was going to fill him with so
much cum he wouldn't be able to hold it.

"Do it, fucker, then I can shit it out on Mom's tits!" he barked at me,
giggling wildly.

"You're a filthy, fuckin' pig," I growled back at him, so proud of my boy.

"Fuckin' child molester, you fuckin' faggot," he panted in my face.

That exchange was enough to make me lose it.  I bucked into him so hard and
fast that Sam started shrieking with every forward lunge I made on him.

Fortunately for him, it only took another half-dozen or so thrusts before I
began shooting volleys of cum deep up his ass.

Sam squealed like a bitch as I roared in bliss, blasting rope after rope of
hot cum into his tight hole.  I was gasping and cursing like a monster, my
head ready to burst with depraved thoughts.

Impulsively, I pulled out of Sam's ass while I was still shooting,
submitting to a perverted desire to see my cock spurt its pearly nectar all
over my son's back and ass.

The second I was done, we both frantically scrambled and placed ourselves
at either side of Jenny's chest.

I squatted low over one of her tits and forced Ben's load out of my ass.  A
loud, bubbling fart sounded as ass-cum spurted out of me and flowed over
her nipple and down the contours of her swollen breast.

Ben and Sam literally smacked their lips and groaned in admiration at the
foul sight.

As I emptied my ass of sperm, Sam stood up on the bed and put his hands on
his hips, looking down at his Mom's breasts.

I wondered what he was doing, surprised that he hadn't already shit my cum
out on her.

Just as I was about to ask him what was up, he grunted and a stream of my
jizz exploded out of his asshole, slopping all over Jenny's other tit, her
neck, and shoulder.

I almost gagged from how incredibly vile and disgusting Sam was.

Clots of dirty sperm kept squelching from his asshole, some of it catching
on his hairy calves and splattering the sheets.  Sam's tongue was lolling
drunkenly, and he kept snickering every time he squirted more jizz.

Finally, he let out a long, rumbling fart, signaling that he had
successfully emptied himself on Mom.

Jenny looked like something out of a fairy tale, or a horror story,
depending on your sensibilities.

There was a serene `Sleeping Beauty' quality to her as she lay there on the
bed, though that image was quickly perverted when we saw how her tits
glistened and shined under their coating of semen and spit.  From there,
our eyes were drawn to the pearly ribbons that criss-crossed her face and
throat, darkening the fabric of the pillow case her head rested on.

We were breathless as we took in the sight.  The room went silent, the only
sound the squeaking bedsprings as Sam stepped off the mattress to stand at
my side.

I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss.

"You're incorrigible," I murmured when I released him, pride and admiration
in my voice.

"That's why you love me, dude," he chuckled, leaning his head on my
shoulder.

Ben now sat on the side of the bed next to Jenny, fingering her pussy, then
sniffing his fingers.  Dipping in again, when he withdrew his fingers, he
stuck them in his mouth and licked them clean.

"She's still got a cunt-full of my jizz," Sam snickered.  "Tastes awesome,
huh?"

Ben offered his fingers for Sam to suck, but Sam batted his hand out of the
way and recoiled, shrieking with laughter.

"Nah, that's for you, dude!  I wanna taste her ass cuz J.J.'s load's still
in there," Sam announced.

"Probably not anymore, bro," I said.  "It probably leaked out while we were
fucking around."

Ben rolled Jenny over onto her side, and sure enough there was a puddle of
cum soaking into the sheet under her.

"Hell yeah," Sam muttered.

The sight of it seemed to put the same idea into our heads, because we now
clambered all over the bed, wiping and rubbing our dirty cocks and sticky
assholes on the pillows, sheets, anything we could befoul with the marks
and stinks of sex.

When we were through marking, I said that I wanted to take a break and
smoke a joint, down a few beers.  The guys agreed, so we went downstairs
and sprawled in the living room.

It was starting to get dark, and we sat in the gathering shadows while we
smoked-out and drank our beers.

"I wonder, how many other houses in town is the same thing happening right
now?" Sam asked, a whimsical, far-away look on his face, his voice still
thick with endorphins.

Ben gave a short, sharp laugh.

"Probably none, dude.  I would guess this house is special, in that
regard," he said.

We murmured in assent, a happy, contented sound that perfectly expressed
our mental state.

Ben switched on a lamp and it brought us back to the task at hand.

"It's already 8:30," I said, "We need to finish up pretty soon.  Sam,
you've got school tomorrow, boy."

Completely ignoring what I'd said about school, Sam beamed at me, looking
innocent and full of fun.

"I still wanna butt-fuck her, dude, and I thought you and Beast were gonna
double," he said.

"We are," I answered, "But we need to get moving."

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving!" Ben announced.

Sam and I realized we were hungry, too, once Ben had mentioned it, so we
popped a frozen pizza into the oven and gorged ourselves before going back
upstairs to Jenny.

Sam's mouth was still greasy from the pizza, but I didn't mention it
because it made him look so damned adorable.

When we got back to the bedroom, Jenny had rolled over onto her stomach and
was lightly snoring.  Her ass looked inviting, pale and fleshy, and Sam
immediately lunged onto the bed beside her, just like a little boy eager to
play.

He straddled her legs and leaned forward to talk into her ear.

"Hey, Mom!  It's Sam and I'm gonna stick my dick up your butt and fuck the
shit outta you!"  He snickered a bit and then went on.

"I already fucked your pussy, and I think maybe I got you pregnant.  Then I
jacked-off on your tits, and now I'm gonna cum in your ass and you're gonna
love it!

Every word Sam uttered got my dick stiffer and made my heart race faster.

Drawing himself up, Sam spread Jenny's ass cheeks and gazed at her tight
rosebud.

He spat in his hand and then swirled it all around his cock, spat again,
and smeared Jenny's hole with it, whispering god knows what filth to
himself all the while.

He was still mumbling to himself when he grabbed his hard dick and forced
it up his mother's waiting ass.

Jenny writhed under him and cried out in pain, but Sam just laughed and
gasped in astonishment at how amazing it felt to be inside her.

"Ohhhh, Jesus...she feels awesome!  So tight and slippery, dude..." he
sighed.

"Yep, that's some ass," I agreed.

Jenny kept moaning and yelping, and the more she moved under Sam, the
better he liked it.

"Fuck yeah, I'm rapin' your ass, Mom," he purred in her ear, "I'm fuckin'
your ass and you won't remember it!"

Our handsome first-born son made the most of this opportunity to indulge
his perverted imagination any way he liked, and what he liked was plunging
his hard cock in and out of his mother's ass; that much was clearly
evident.

I was surprised at how quickly Sam shot his load, considering that this was
a special treat he had been waiting for all week.  But the thrill of it was
just too great to be able to hold back.

Sam was surprised, too.  He'd been rabbit-fucking, his ass a blur, with his
head thrown back and making a weird, monotonous sound that kept getting
faster and faster, when his eyes flew open and he shouted out, "Fuck, I'm
gonna cum already!"

And then the funniest and sexiest thing happened, for me one of the
highlights of the entire event: As Sam announced his orgasm, still fucking
wild like a rabbit, he lost his balance and tumbled backwards off the bed.

His engorged cock popped out of Mom's asshole, aimlessly shooting jets of
hot jizz.  A huge squirt slathered Jenny's back as Sam tried to catch his
balance while tumbling backwards, sending more cum flying in big, wet arcs.
It was like watching a fire hose turned on full-blast with no one manning
it.

Ben and I gasped as we saw it happen, and when I went to help Sam up, Ben
lunged onto the bed, hiked up Jenny's hips a bit, and immediately began to
give her pussy one hell of a bang.

The bed was rocking like crazy, the headboard slamming against the wall
while the bedsprings shrieked, as both Ben and Jenny brayed like animals as
he pounded away on her.

Sam was on the floor, laughing his ass off and bemoaning the fact that he'd
nearly ruined his orgasm.  But he took it in stride and was still nicely
hopped-up on depravity.

He had managed to slime himself pretty good, and before I grabbed his hand
and pulled him to his feet, I knelt beside him and ran my scruffy face back
and forth through his slippery cum.  Sam giggled because it tickled.

When we got up, Ben was really going at it, and Sam immediately got onto
the bed in front of Jenny, off a bit to her side.

"Look, Mom!" he shouted gleefully, then threw his legs over his head,
clasped his ankles behind his neck, and swallowed his still-leaking dick,
his asshole inches away from Jenny's head.

"Remember when you caught me doin' it that one time?  Hell yeah!  Wish I'd
known you could see me...  J.J. loves seein' me suck my dick but it's even
better when he -- `dad', I mean -- fucks me while I'm doin' it!" he babbled
at her, knowing she was heavily drugged.

"Aw, fuck, that's so hot..." Ben rumbled as he watched Sam, his prick
slamming away at my wife's gooey cunt.

"Yeah, Beast, fuck her good n' hard, dude!" I shouted, not fully in control
of myself, deranged by what Sam was saying and doing, even more so than Ben
fucking my wife like a whore.

The sight of Sam's foul-socked feet clasped behind his head, and the fact
that I could smell them from where I stood, made me rock-hard again in
seconds.

We were all beside ourselves with the joy of unbridled rutting, needing
only a short respite before springing back into action, ready to fuck some
more.

Sam had stretched out an arm and grasped Jenny by the hair on top of her
head, pulling her up so her face was directly in line with his asshole.
Then he scooted himself as close as he could get to her and pulled her face
forward an inch or so until the tip of her nose was pressed against his
shithole.  It looked so incredibly filthy and absolutely right, a brilliant
move on my degenerate son's part.

Ben got a massive adrenaline jolt from it, too.

"Aw, you little perv...sticking your Mom's nose up your slimy, cummy
asshole...you're so fuckin' filthy!  Awww fuuuuck, Sam!" he hissed.

I cackled like a devil, more turned-on by them than I could believe.  It
felt like they were performing especially for me, doing all the things they
knew would make me even more fuck-crazed, saying all the right words to
stoke my degeneracy, to take me deeper into it.  I loved them both so much
at that moment, the three of us joined in spirit, wallowing in our
perversions.

Sam wasn't even self-sucking anymore, fully entranced with watching his
mother's nose bounce and grind against his mucky shithole.  His eyes were
on fire, and a slack-jawed grin split his face.

"So fuckin' hot..." he mumbled under his breath.

"Sam, let her smell your socks, bro!" I barked at him, my voice hoarse with
lust.

He shot out a goofy laugh and uncrossed his ankles from behind his head,
then grabbed Jenny's face between his dirty-white-socked feet and rubbed
them over her face, cackling like an imp.

I was jacking my cock like a monkey.

A different, better idea must have crossed his over-sexed mind, because he
suddenly sat up straight and repositioned himself in front of Jenny.

Laying down sideways, he was able to raise his arm and press Jenny's face
into his reeking armpit.

"She used to constantly bitch me out for smelling sweaty...always on my ass
to use deodorant..."

He rubbed his swampy pit firmly against her face, obviously trying to
transfer some of his stink onto her.

"Yeah, bitch, get it up your nose so you can fuckin' smell me all
night...that's what a man smells like, hell yeah!"

It had always struck me funny that Jenny didn't mind my natural sweat
scent; in fact, she told me she liked it and that she thought it was sexy.

But with Sam, the way he smelled really bothered her.  I thought he smelled
very similar to me, if a bit stronger and more hormonal.  Once Sam and I
had our own place, it wasn't an issue anymore, but Sam harked back to it
now.

Not yet content with his hi-jinx, he peeled a nasty sock off his foot and
rubbed it over Jenny's nose and lips before inserting it part way into her
half-opened mouth.

Sam just laid there with his arms crossed behind his head, smiling and
laughing at his handiwork.  Jenny looked beautifully degraded.

"When Beast is done fuckin' you, Mom, I'm gonna stuff that sock up your
pussy and get it all nice and wet, bitch!  I'll never wash it again!  I'll
be huffin' my mama's hot cunt whenever I jerk-off, dude!" he said.

Sam was giving me shivers and goosebumps, and it made me laugh crazily when
I felt them rise.

"Fuckin' Christ, Sam, you're the raunchiest motherfucker ever, dude...I
worship you, bro, I fuckin' adore you...you're a god!" I babbled at him.

Sam laughed raucously and jumped off the bed to stand before me.  He turned
around and bent over, spread his ass cheeks and said, "Hell yeah, worship
my asshole!  Adore my cock!  I'll baptize you in hot jizz...holy
Communion's in my ass, dude!"

We both gasped in astonishment as the words poured out of us, surprised by
the intensity of our derangement.

Ben, meanwhile, had reached his limit and roared out as he began to shoot
his load.

Moving back to the bed, Sam and I stroked and petted Ben's hairy body as he
slammed heavily against Jenny, his muscular, hairy ass cheeks clenching
over and over as his sperm rocketed towards its goal.

The three of us sounded and looked amazing -- our mindless, mirthless
chortles and grunts; simple, stupid animals interested only in fucking,
incapable of self-control.

Just three sex predators out of their minds from having some good family
fun.

When Ben pulled out of Jenny's cunt, a string of sperm swung lazily from
the tip of his prick back to her pussy.  We snickered for a few seconds as
Ben made it swing up and down before making it snap free.

Still focused on his cherished prize, Sam snatched the nasty sock out of
Jenny's mouth and rolled her over onto her back.

Her cunt was a mess, slimed and mucky with our cum, her pubes matted and
squishy with it.

"Awesome," Sam mumbled as he rubbed the sock over her mound and then shoved
it as deep inside her as he could get it and still be able to pull it back
out.

He hummed and cooed as he twisted the sock around his fingers and rotated
it back and forth inside her, coating it with as much funk as he could
manage.

We heard the front door open and close downstairs, and Ben called out,
"Nick?"

Noisy footsteps galumphed up the stairs and Nick came into the room,
curious to see what we had been up to while he'd been gone.

"Wow," was all he said as he took in the scene.  His eyes were wide and he
started grinning at us.

"It stinks in here," he giggled, "Mom will know you were here."

"Cool," Sam snickered from the bed, his fingers still deep in Jenny's cunt.

Nick snickered back, and then came and sat on the edge of the bed, watching
Sam finger their mom.

"What's that for?" he asked Sam.

"To huff on when I jerk-off, duh," Sam drawled.

"Gross," Nick teased, laughing.  "You didn't hurt her or do anything mean,
did you?"

Sam looked perfectly scandalized.

"Hurt her?!  Jesus, Nick, what the hell do you think I am?  No, I didn't
hurt her!  Christ, she's my mother!  I just fucked her a few times, dude,
Jesus..." he said.

Ben broke the tension of the moment.

"Babe, I really wanna fuck you right now," he said to Nick, "right in front
of Mom!  OK?  She won't remember it, but having her watch us would be so
damn hot, wouldn't it?"

"Hell yeah, bro, do it!" Sam chimed in, his eyes brightening with
excitement.  "It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance, dude!"

I thought it was a brilliant idea, one that I wanted in on, too.

Nick just laughed and shrugged his shoulders, but then scrambled out of his
clothes.

"Let's sit her up in the chair," I suggested, motioning toward Jenny's
vanity chair against the wall, facing the bed.

The four of us picked her up and gently sat her down, propping her up with
pillows and making sure she was comfortable.  Her eyes were already
partially opened, and had been for a half-hour or so, so we knew that she
could see us, adding to the thrill of it all.

Ben had Nick get on the bed on all fours, his body in profile to Jenny, so
that she'd have the best perspective on what they were about to do.

Then he got behind Nick, kneeled on the bed, and pumped his hairy prick a
few times to get it ramrod hard.

Before spearing Nick, Ben squatted low and lapped at my youngest son's ass
crack, then spread his cheeks and repeatedly shoved his thick tongue in and
out of his shitter, making Nick squeal like a puppy.

"Beast loves my ass," Nick said breathily, looking directly at Jenny.  "I
like it when he eats me out before he fucks me."

After a bit more rimming, Ben stood up and slid his stiff cock smoothly up
Nick's ass.  With grunts and sighs from both, Ben started thrusting himself
into Nick.

He cackled and rotated his hips, making Nick moan and groan with pleasure.
Ben's eyes were glued on Jenny, too.

"Nick fucks me, too, Jen.  We've been doin' the nasty for a long time now.
You know I love you, baby...but I am head-over-heels, crazy-in-love with
your kid, you know that?  We're a great team; he helps find little kids for
me to get off with, right, Sexy?"

"Yeah I do," Nick laughed.

Sam and I glanced at each other and grinned.  We knew what we wanted to do.

"OK, True Confessions time," I said.  "Me and Sam have been fuckin' around
since he was little.  I trained him how to be a perv, just like me!  We
moved out and got our own place `cause, well, basically, we're gay for each
other and now we can fuck any time we want."

Sam couldn't wait to `confess'.  He almost danced in front of Jenny in her
chair, teasing and taunting with his words.

"Don't get him wrong -- we're not fags!  Nah, we just like fuckin' each
other and stuff.  We get more pussy than we know what to do with, we got
bitches on our dicks 24/7."

"And we fuck Leda, too, all of us, and plenty of other guys from school do,
too!  We placed bets on who got her pregnant, haha!  And guess who did it?
It was Nick!  But I fucked her first, then J.J.  But it was Nick knocked
her up!"

Nick giggled while he panted, a wildly sensuous sound.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm a baby daddy, too -- just like Dad!" he shouted.

It was thrilling.  It felt good to say what we said, liberating; to
brazenly admit our perversions, proudly and boldly, even if it wasn't meant
to be remembered.

As Ben raced towards his orgasm, both Sam and I took turns in front of
Jenny, laughing and cavorting, exposing our assholes to her, wagging our
cocks in her face, slapping her tits with them, egging each other on.

"You guys look like little fuckin' kids, that's so hot..." Ben chuckled,
then seconds later gasped out, "Fuck, I'm gonna shoot...here it comes!"

Nick and Ben roared simultaneously as Ben slammed his hips against Nick and
clenched his ass over and over, filling Nick's guts with potent, seedy
sperm.

When he was done, Ben pulled out and immediately wiped his dirty prick off
on the sheets, then gave his sweaty ass-crack a few good swipes.

Nick stood on the bed and said, "Watch this, Mom!"

He squatted a bit, his mouth open, bright pink tongue lolling drunkenly,
then forced the sperm out of his ass with two great, wet farts.

It sprayed and splatted out of him, raining mucky slime all over the sheets
and pillows.  When he'd emptied himself, Nick sat on the bed and scooted
back and forth over the sheet several times to clean his asshole off.

We were all delighted when Nick stepped off the bed and stood inches away
from Jenny, jerking-off and clearly close to shooting.

"Cum on her, dude!" Sam snickered.

"Yeah, Sexy, give her your nut," Ben added.

I didn't say anything, knowing that Nick had his own ideas.  I just
watched, waiting for him to surprise us.

Suddenly, he shouted, "Be right back!" and ran out of the room, and down
the stairs.  We could hear him in the kitchen, and then he ran back up to
us.

When he came in, he clutched one of the baby bottles from the refrigerator
and came back to his spot before Jenny.

As soon as we saw the formula bottle, we knew what he was going to do and
cheered him on.

Nick whipped his dick frantically, and when he was ready to blow, he held
the opened bottle to the swollen, purple head.  In seconds, he was roaring
in bliss as several healthy squirts rocketed into the bottle of milk.

Ben had dropped to his knees beside Nick and ran his big, sweaty paws up
and down my boy's legs as he came.  When Nick placed the bottle on the
vanity, Ben lapped up the final drops seeping out of Nick's cock and
smacked his lips.

We all took a glance at each other, satiated and reeking of sex and sweat.
We looked like we'd run a marathon -- disheveled, grimy, worn-out.
Beautiful.

Jenny didn't look much better.  There were patches of dried cum all over
her upper body and face, and her pussy looked heavily tilled.

The room stank like men after a long, grueling day of work, coupled with
the odor of dirty clothes -- a sweaty, sour, slightly meaty stink suffused
with the pungent reek of fresh sperm.  We were in our element.

It was dark outside the window now as we roused ourselves to begin putting
the room back in order.

I moved to the bed and pulled the sheets off of it, then removed the soiled
pillow-cases from the bed pillows, and tossed all of it into a heap on the
floor.

"Thanks, man; I'll put those in the washing machine when we go downstairs,"
Ben said.

I shot him a short bark of a laugh.

"Like hell you will!  I'm taking `em home with me and they're goin' on our
bed.  We haven't changed our sheets in like three months, and these are
gonna be fuckin' amazing to roll around on and add more funk and stink to,"
I said.

"Fuckin' right, dude," Sam said.  "That's nasty as fuck."

Ben got Jenny into the shower, cleaned her up, put her into a fresh
nightgown, gave her another half a roofie, and then put her to bed, now
fresh and clean with new bed linens and blankets.

We were waiting for him in the living room when he came downstairs.

"Man, we didn't double-fuck her like we planned!  Wanna go for it now?" he
asked me.

I laughed.  "Nah, let's take a raincheck, dude.  I'm all fucked out for the
night.  Plus, she told you she'd fuck us together anyway, right?"

"Yep, she said it'd be fun," Ben replied.

"Awesome, let's do that, then," I said.  "Schedule it with her and let me
know."

Sam and I went in search of our clothes.  Most of Sam's were still on the
stairs, and mine had ended up under Jenny's bed.

Once we'd found our clothes and gotten dressed, Sam sprayed some of Jenny's
perfume around her room and the upstairs hallway, trying to dissipate the
odors of sex and men.

"Better open a window, bro, " I told him as we surveyed the bedroom one
last time.  "It's gonna take a while to air it out."

Sam was chuckling every few seconds.

"Smells like a fuckin' whorehouse in here," he snickered, "and a rank
locker room."

When we came back downstairs, Nick and Ben were cuddling on the couch,
still naked and grungy.

As we prepared to leave, the door suddenly opened and Leda walked in with
baby Lars in her arms.

"Can one of you help me bring in the other baby and their stuff?" she asked
us.

Sam volunteered and jumped up to go get the baby out of Samantha's older
sister's car.  Her name was Grace, and she had driven them home.

When Leda came back downstairs from putting Lars to bed, it was obvious
that she was in a pretty foul mood about something.

Sam brought the other babe upstairs and then came back down to join all of
us.

"I can smell you guys all over the house.  Jesus!" she sighed, glancing at
each of us in turn.

Sam cackled, thinking she was joking.

"Fuck yeah, that's our natural body spray, dude!"

She shook her head and frowned.

"It's not funny, Sam.  Mom's gonna know you were all here, and then what am
I supposed to say?" she asked.

"Nothing!" Nick said.  "You don't have to say anything; why would you?"

Leda just rolled her eyes.

"Guys are dogs, just fucking dogs," she muttered.

Sam and Nick let out a few `woofs' between them.

"Oh, grow up!" she shouted.

"Jesus, what's up your ass?" Sam shot back.

"Yeah, babe, what's goin' on?  What's wrong, Leda?" I asked, sitting on the
arm of the couch.

She moved to the armchair and sat, then passed her hand in front of her
eyes.

"I'm tired!  I can't get my homework done and take care of babies and keep
up with cheer and classes and help Mom around the house.  It's too much and
it's not fair!" she said, starting to cry.

Ben was about to say something, but I waved him off and he stayed silent.
Leda needed to vent, and I wanted her to say whatever she needed to get off
her chest.

"Well, we can fix that, babe," I said.  "We'll help you out more."

Leda shrugged and shook her head.

"Nick and Ben, you guys are the fathers.  You hardly help out at all," she
said.  "Ben, you have to help Mom out more, she's exhausted, too.  And
Nick, you're the worst of all.  You don't do shit around helping out with
the kids!"

Nick flushed, and I thought at first that he was embarrassed by being
called out.  But I was wrong.

"I told you all I wasn't gonna take care of babies, they're gross!  And I'm
just a kid!  I'm not changing diapers or anything that's gross and nasty!"
he shouted at his sister.

Leda had colored up, too, and was about to light into Nick when I
interrupted.

"But there's plenty of other things you can do to help, Nick.  There's lots
more to raising babies than changing diapers and stuff."

"Like what?" he shot back at me.

"Dude, you can help with getting their food ready, you can feed them; you
can give them their baths, get them dressed, take them out in their
strollers.  Come on, Nick, wake up!" Leda said loudly, though more in
frustration than anger.

Ben sat there silently, clearly uncomfortable with Nick and Leda's spat.

"We could both do those things, Babe," he quietly said to Nick.  "It'd be
fun!"

"Yeah, I guess..." Nick replied.

No one said anything, but the tension seemed to dissipate.

"You guys better mean it," Leda said quietly, "cuz me and Mom need help.
YOUR help."

The situation felt pretty much resolved for the moment.  But Leda still
seemed half-preoccupied with something else.

"Is that it, honey?  Is there anything else goin' on that you need help
with?" I asked.

She looked at me and blushed, grinning at the same time.  Then she looked
at the others, as if to include them in what she was about to say.

"I don't need anybody's help with this one, but I gotta tell you what's
going on!  So, you know Grace, Samantha's sis?  She's home from college for
two weeks.  Every time we hang out she sort of flirts with me.  At first it
weirded me out because Samantha would be right there when she did it, but
now it's kinda...I don't know, exciting.  And on the way home just now she
told me she has a crush on me!"

She laughed with a sort of surprised delight, as she gazed at our leering
faces.

"So, she's a dyke?" Sam asked.

Leda rolled her eyes at her brother.  "Duh.  Yes, she's a lesbian."

Ben asked, "How old is she?"

"Just turned 21."

"Uh huh," he murmured, licking his lower lip.

Leda had recently turned 15.

"Anyway, we're gonna have a slumber-party at their house on Saturday,
Samantha and Grace and me, maybe a few other girls.  So you guys are gonna
have to help Mom with the kids Saturday night and Sunday until I get home,
all right?"

"Sure, of course, no problem, babe," I said quickly.  "That's...awesome."

"I wanna go, too," Sam said, "I'm just gonna happen to drop by, is that
cool?  I wanna see bitches get it on, dude!"

He was chuckling when he said this, but I knew he half-meant it.  I felt
the same way.

"Yeah, right.  No!  Don't even fucking think about it, Sam.  I mean it.
Don't embarrass me," she said, her voice suddenly strong and serious.

Sam noticed and sat up straight with his hands raised in surrender.

"OK, ok, I won't!  Jesus!" he laughed.

I knew he meant it and would keep his word; we all knew it.

"Sure would be hot, though, seein' my little sis get it on with a grown-up
woman!  Too bad she's not older, like Mom's age.  I bet she's gonna eat
your pussy like a pro, dude!  What else do dykes do, anyway?  How do they
have sex?" he asked.

Leda gasped and then burst out laughing.

"Oh, my god, you are such an idiot, Sam!  How do you think they have sex?"
she said, laughing all the while.

Sam started laughing, too, and then we all joined in.

"I'll explain it to you later, bro," I told him, punching his arm.

When we'd stopped laughing, Leda sighed and said, "Just so you know, Grace
doesn't like you guys, not any of you."  She shrugged and smiled at us.
"So don't expect me to introduce you guys and all that."

"Why, cuz we're men?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, basically, but she also said she doesn't like the type of guys you
are.  Well, that she THINKS you are," Leda said.

"What type of guys does she think we are?" asked Ben.

Leda giggled and said, "Well, she calls you all `fuckboys'.

Sam guffawed, and said, "We ARE fuckboys!"

I was laughing, too, but Ben looked a bit confused.  Nick was clueless.

"What's a fuckboy?" he asked, wanting in on the joke.

Leda spoke right up.

"Pretty much guys who are dicks to girls.  Dudes who will say anything to
get a girl to fuck `em, and then ditch `em right afterwards.  They'll lie,
cheat, sometimes do creepy stuff like stalking, won't take no for an
answer.  Basically, guys who really don't like women except for sex."

We were all quiet, all us guys.  But as we exchanged glances with each
other, we slowly, quietly started to chuckle knowingly.  The volume rose
until we were laughing like team-members.

"Well...most of that does sound like us, I have to admit," I chuckled.
"But we like women OK, I mean for stuff other than sex."

Leda laughed teasingly.

"Sure you do!  Cooking, cleaning, doing your laundry -- all sorts of stuff,
huh?" she said.

We all laughed, if a bit uncomfortably.  Still, Grace's assessment of us
had at least a bit of validity to it.

But instead of making me feel embarrassed or contrite, it honestly kind of
gave me a hardon to think about it.

Ben snuggled closer to Nick.  "Nahhh, that's not true," he softly chuckled.
"I love women, everything about them."

"Me, too," Nick added.  "I think girls are awesome; they're as cool as
boys.  Almost."

Leda just sighed and laughed softly.

"Grace also said she could tell just from looking at you what type of guys
you are," she said with a giggle.

"Whaaat?!" Sam brayed.  "What the fuck's that even mean?"

We were all chuckling at the idea. But I could tell the guys were all a bit
shocked and offended underneath their good humor.

"Remember the other day when she drove over and picked me up?  You guys
were all in the front yard.  Ben, you were mowing the lawn and Nick was
raking.  Dad and Sam, you guys were getting each other in headlocks and
wrestling around.  I don't think you even noticed her car or me leaving,"
she said.

We all remembered what she was talking about, but none of us had noticed
Grace or Leda leaving.

"Figures," Leda said.  "Anyway, as soon as I got in the car, Grace said she
could tell you were all fuckboys from the way you dressed!"

We looked at each other quizzically, trying to recall what we'd been
wearing that day.

Leda remembered in detail.

"All of you had on Adidas shorts, and ball caps turned backwards.  Ben, you
had a Giants t-shirt on; Nick, you were wearing that sleeveless, oversized
Raiders tee.  Sam and Dad, you guys were shirtless.  And you all had your
socks pulled up to your knees and Adidas slides on!  It was hilarious, once
she pointed it out!"

We all continued laughing, some of it forced.

"What the fuck's wrong with how we dress, dude?  Most guys dress like us,"
Sam said.

"Yeah, exactly.  Grace says almost all the guys in town are fuckboys," Leda
replied.

Sam muttered something under his breath, and then said loudly, "Fuck Grace.
She's just a dyke, what does she know about us?"

"Don't take it personally, guys!  That's just Grace.  She's actually really
awesome," Leda finished.

I could tell that Sam wasn't, though.

"Damn, now I wanna fuck her.  Just to show her.  Plus, she sounds pretty
feisty," he said.

"Hah!" Leda laughed.  "She'd kick your ass, Sam; she's stronger than you."

Sam sneered back, "Not if I slipped her a roofie!" and cackled at the idea.

Leda gave him a charming laugh, and then said, "OK, fuckboy."

Sam and I left for home shortly after that.

On the drive back, we talked all about lesbian sex acts.

Of course, Sam was well-aware of how women have sex together, but we
discussed in depth all the finer details, and by the time we got home both
of us were hard as rocks.

Sam showered while I put our `new' sex-slimed sheets on our bed and
surveyed all the lovely marks and streaks that liberally spotted them.  The
aroma was intoxicating, and I couldn't wait to snuggle with Sam on them.

When I came back to our bedroom after taking my own shower, Sam was already
under the sheet, grinning like a dirty little monkey as he watched me cross
the room to him, my cock bloated and bouncing with every step I took.

"That was really fun tonight, huh?" he said as I climbed into bed beside
him.

"Sure was, babe," I replied, pulling him towards me and kissing him deeply.
"You are one wild boy!"

He chuckled.  "Like father, like son, dude."