Date: Thu, 2 Sep 2004 19:17:57 -0400 From: kicky1000@yahoo.com Subject: Family Values Family Values by Little Dan Evelyn You hear a lot of talk about good old-fashioned family values. And this talk comes from fine god-fearing people like me. I have always believed in family values with all my heart. That was all I ever wanted. A loving family surrounding me till the day I died. What more could you ever want in life? And all that seemed to be guaranteed to me when I married Bob, and we had our two beautiful sons, identical twins, Gerry and Terry. To give thanks to the high one for my perfect family, I joined the local Divinity Congregation, a holy group which extols the sanctity of the family, and is devoted to protecting the family from all pernicious influences. Bob was not thrilled with my new affiliation, and began to bridle when I insisted he go to meetings. And god knows I tried to keep my family together at any cost, but one day Bob deserted me for some slut who worked at his office. A whore of Babylon. I should have been more careful. Who knew better than I of the treachery of the fair sex. How predatory females entrap men and steal them away from their wives and children, destroying the family, and leaving wreckage behind. Thank god I still had my two wonderful little boys. Bookends of beauty and sunshine. Naturally I refused to let Bob ever see the boys. I was not going to let that hussy, that harlot exert her evil influence on them. I was going to guide them in the ways of the Divinity. I was going to teach them proper family values, so that they would never desert their loved ones, as their father had. For a while, Bob fought me on family visitation, but I remained firm, and fortunately he found a job in another state and he and the tramp moved away never to be heard from again. The boys were totally mine now. Fortunately my father had left me a good deal of money, so I did not have to go to work. I was able to stay home and devote myself to my two sons, and shape every aspect of their lives. I dressed them each day, took them to school, picked them up, allowed them to play outside with the other children for two hours every day, and then we would eat dinner and gather in the living room for our nightly prayer meeting. Finally I would take them up to their bedroom and help them undress and put on their little twin pajamas, and get into their single beds. Gerry on the left side of the room, and Terry on the right. I would cover them, and we would say our goodnight prayers before I turned out the light and closed the bedroom door. I read holy books until I was sleepy, and then I would go to bed myself, in my own room down the hall from my boys. I worried about Terry a lot. He was so unsure of himself. Such a nervous boy. Thank god he had Gerry to protect him. Once down at the school yard, a vicious bully started teasing and taunting Terry during play period. Gerry would have none of that. He pulled the bully off his brother and beat him to a pulp. The bully sustained some injuries, and the principal complained to me. But secretly I was so proud that Gerry would shield his brother like that. Terry was so like me. Kind, sensitive, artistic. It seemed I knew everything he was thinking and feeling, whereas Gerry was a younger version of his too macho father. I worried about Gerry. Someday some tart would get her hooks into him and tear him away from me. My beloved Gerry. No. I could never let that happen. I needed him. Terry needed him. We had to remain as we were. A loving family forever. About that time, I began to do missionary work for Divinity. I would gather my holy books and tracts and go down to the yards, where the disreputable railroad men worked and lived in little trailers. It was hard work. They were not religiously inclined. One afternoon while the boys were in school I headed down there and knocked on the door of a shabby looking trailer. At first there was no answer. But I wouldn't let that deter me. I heard running water and knew there was someone inside. I continued knocking. Finally the door flew open. An extremely large shaggy red headed man stood there, dripping wet with only a small towel around his waist. "What the hell do you want?" he asked. "I wanted to talk to you," I stumbled nervously. "You got me out of the shower. What do you want?" he asked again. "I wondered if I might come in, so that we could have a little chat about holy matters," I explained. "You want to convert me or something?" he laughed. "Yes," I answered. "I'd at least like the chance." He was sort of looking me up and down, and his gaze kept stopping at my ample breasts, which made me a wee bit uncomfortable. But I wasn't going to let my discomfiture interfere with my sacred mission. He opened the door wider, and invited me inside. "Sure. Come on in," he said. "You can give it a try." I went in. Up front was a teeny little kitchen with a hot plate, and a small bathroom with a shower stall. He had been showering and there was water everywhere. I noticed there were still droplets on his skin, and his hair was wet. He led me to the back of the trailer which served as his bedroom. It had nothing but a bed and a small table. We sat down side by side on the left side of the bed, and I began to go into my pitch, thumbing through the printed material, and showing it to him. He wasn't looking at the material. He was staring at my bust. Suddenly somehow the towel he was wearing fell open. I looked down and was staring at what looked very much like the Polish kielbasa you see in the supermarket. Amazingly long, and amazingly thick. I tried to tear my gaze away, but I couldn't. The sight captivated me. My breath caught in my throat, and I choked a little. Instead of being embarrassed, the man seemed to be enjoying my unwilling admiration. "My name is Hank," he said. "Everyone calls me Big Hammer Hank. I guess you can too. And what's your name?" he asked teasingly with his big hammer lying loosely over his leg, filling my astonished eyes. (It was so big, and it wasn't even hard. I couldn't even imagine what it would be like when he got an erection.) "My name is Evelyn," I stuttered. "Pleased to meet you Evelyn," he said. "Are you just gonna sit there and stare at old Hank's big hammer. Or maybe you'd like to pick it up in your dainty little hands and roll it around a little?" I think he was taunting me. I looked at him blankly, unable to move, and did not resist when he lifted my small hand and wrapped it around his monstrosity. "Oh, that's real nice, Evelyn" he breathed. "They teach you real good down at that divinity place." I rolled the sausage around in my hand, and felt it beginning to extend to an unbelievable fat length. I couldn't take my hand off it. I couldn't take my mind off it. I'm ashamed to say that at that moment I let my holy pamphlets slip to the floor. "How do you like that big sausage, Evelyn?" he asked. He knew exactly what I had been thinking. That it was like a kielbasa. I turned my face to the side and looked at the hairy man who must have been double my weight, if not quite double my height. I felt like a weak little thing next to him. "How would you like to eat that thick juicy sausage, Evelyn?" He stood up in front of me now, and his massive thing was at lip level. "Go on, Evelyn," He urged. "Take it in your mouth and suck on it. You want to suck on my big sausage. Do it." I was mesmerized. As if in a hypnotic spell I brought my lips to his penis and felt it enter my mouth. He stepped forward, forcing it in even further. I started wetly nursing on it, letting it slide in and out of my mouth. Oh, it was delicious. It was wonderful. It was exciting. I felt my juices flowing. My pussy was getting moist. No. Not moist. My pussy was wet. Very wet. I sucked on Hank's big hammer, imagining what it would feel like when he slipped it into my cunt. I loved it in my mouth, but I wanted it desperately in my cunt. My cunt had been unused for some time now, and it was aching for a little masculine friction. Again, seemingly knowing the thoughts that were racing through my mind. He pushed me down on the bed, and began taking off my clothes. He threw them on top of the Divinity pamphlets on the floor. I didn't care. I just wanted that big hammer in my dripping hole. He climbed on top of me, and took the now-thick cudgel in one hand and eased it to the edge of my opening. He worked it through my throbbing pussy-lips and down the hot canal, letting his tremendous weight rest on my body, as he worked it in. I didn't see how it was going to get all the way in. It was going down, down, down endlessly, and I was afraid I might be injured if it got any deeper, but fortunately I felt his big hairy balls rest against my bottom cheeks, and knew he was all the way. I wrapped my splayed legs around his bottom, and clutched him to me, with legs and arms, as he kneaded my tits with one hand, and plunged his meaty tongue into my mouth. I tasted a delicious mouthwash. He had more than showered. I sucked at his mouth greedily, as he flexed his large round melons, and his giant cock explored unknown depths at the base of my uterus. I think it was even entering my womb. Our midsections were franticly banging together, and I had orgasmed three times when I felt his tension increase. His legs began to tremble, his back arched, he pressed the shaft even deeper into me, his breathing got ragged and he began to roar like a bull. I held him to me and enjoyed the hot gushes of spunk that rushed into my birth chamber. Thank goodness I was still a few days away from ovulation, so I let it flood into me with joy and gusto. I was hoping after our little session, that he would let me explain the glories of Divinity, and the decency of good family values, but he just laughed at me and escorted me out when I was dressed. "Next time you come, Evelyn, you come without them books." "Okay," I agreed. I fully intended to return, and I did frequently for a long period of time. I could never get enough of Big Hammer Hank's big hammer. Sucking it. Letting it fuck my slutty hole. Yes. I was just like all women. A total slut. A complete whore. Men who had decent families and decent family values would have to be protected from me at all costs. I was a walking trollop. Then something happened which jolted my poor heart. I had been in the kitchen preparing dinner, and I went to the front door to call the boys in. And down the block I saw Terry sitting on the curb, and I saw Gerry with some little blonde girl who lived down the block. A little whore. He was trying to kiss her, and she was giggling. This was exactly what I had been afraid of. "Gerry. Terry. It's time for supper. Get inside at once." Gerry let the little blonde tramp go and they came in for supper. "Gerry, you disgusting boy," I raged. "How could you kiss that little blonde slut. Her mouth is nothing but a sewer." He didn't answer me. He knew my feelings on the female gender, and just hung his head all the way through dinner. Terry felt bad for him. He squeezed Gerry's arm with compassion and affection, reassuring him. Terry was so sensitive. What a wonderful little boy. Of course I loved them both, but I guess it's obvious that I had a special affection for Terry. Right then and there, though. I knew that something had to be done. I would have to train them how to handle their affections as they were becoming adults. As soon as they left for school the next morning, I went down to the department story and made an important purchase. The store promised me the furniture I had bought would be delivered on Wednesday between nine and two, and that the men would take out the furniture I was discarding. I made other purchases of items I would need for the new furniture and arranged for them also to be delivered on Wednesday between nine and two. The boys would be so surprised. But it was time to begin their adult instruction, and prepare them properly for life. When the boys came home from school Wednesday, my redecorating had been done. I wouldn't let them go upstairs. I wanted to save the surprise for later. We ate dinner, and went into the parlor for religious instruction and prayer. And when it was early evening, I told them it was bedtime. "Not yet, mom," said Gerry. "It's too early." "No, it's not, Gerry," I answered. "You're going to bed early tonight for a special reason. We have some things to do, and they'll take some time." "What's that?" asked Terry curiously. "You'll see," I answered mysteriously. "And don't get all worried. These things we're going to do are nice things. You'll enjoy them." The three of us went up the stairs, the boys in front. They walked into the bedroom, and stood there in shock. "Mom," exclaimed Gerry. "Where are our beds?" Yes. I had had the two little single beds on the left and right side of the room removed, and in its place along the back wall, right in the center of the room was the beautiful new double bed I had bought the boys. I was wondering whether I should have bought a queen size, but that would have been too big for the room, and besides I wanted the boys to get used to being close, being together. "Surprise," I exclaimed cheerily. "I bought you a big new bed. Isn't it beautiful?" "But mom," interjected Terry. "We're gonna be sleeping in the same bed?" As if this was so unheard of. Well, the silly boy would learn. "Of course, darling," I answered. "After all, you are brothers. You are twins. Twins should be together all the time. Now get undressed and go take a shower," I instructed. They were waiting for me to leave the room before undressing, but I had no intention of leaving the room. "Come on. Come on, now," I cajoled. When they saw that I was not leaving, they each shrugged, and gave each other questioning looks, as they began to shuck their clothes. Finally they were naked. I hadn't seen them naked in some time, and I was struck by the beautiful youthful smoothness of their well-proportioned bodies. Each one exactly like the other. What beautiful long necks, and long backs, and the exquisite out-swelling of their gluteal muscles. They even had beautiful twin penises, much larger than I would have expected at their age. Certainly nothing like Big Hammer Hank's but quite impressive nevertheless. Nothing to laugh about, I can assure you. I had to restrain myself from caressing the twin peters, one in each hand. But that just wouldn't do. They showered and returned to the bedroom. "Where are our pajamas?" asked Gerry. "No pajamas," I said. "I threw them out." "You threw them out?" Gerry asked in amazement. "Of course, darling. You don't need pajamas anymore. Only little boys sleep in pajamas. You're little men, now. Aren't you?" "Yes," agreed Terry hesitantly. "Okay now, boys. Climb into bed. Come on," I urged. I folded down the blankets and the top sheet and they climbed in. "All right. Now we can start our lesson." They looked at me expectantly, and I continued. "Tonight we're going to study how to make love. Won't that be nice?" "What do you mean?" Gerry asked suspiciously. "Exactly what I said. You two are a matched pair. Nothing should ever come between you. You are brothers. You are identical twins. You are two bodies with one soul. You must love each other." "But, mom, we do love each other," said Terry. "In every way possible," I continued. "You must make your two bodies as one body." "But mom," Gerry protested. "Don't you care about family values?" I asked accusingly. "You know what the Book of Divinity says about family values. Nothing must interfere with the love of family members. Remember, I won't always be here, and when I'm gone, who will you have?" It was a rhetorical question and I answered it myself. "You'll have each other. So you must care for and love each other as fully as possible, and I will teach you how, babies. Okay?" "Okay," they each agreed reluctantly, nodding their heads almost together. Such angels. Golden angels with their beautiful shining blonde hair, their blue eyes, their perfectly sculptured noses, and finely drawn mouths. Such angels. I was trying to decide how to proceed. I had already determined the role-play. Gerry was the dominant twin, so of course he would be the top; and my dearest darling Terry, the submissive twin would bottom for his beautiful identical brother. Now Terry would know the joys that I had known, whore that I was, with their father, several others, and most especially my current fucker Big Hammer Hank. Wait till he felt the exquisite fullness of a hard cock snaking down inside him. He was going to go wild. I just knew it. Thank god he wasn't a woman, because he would become another Whore of Babylon like his mother. "All right, now. Gerry. You lie down on the bed face up." When he followed my command, I noticed he was already beginning to get a hard-on. This was a scenario laden with possibilities. "All right, now. You, Gerry, open your legs a little so your brother can get between them. And you, Terry. Crawl between Gerry's legs and take his prick in your hand. Very gently. Good. That's right. Now massage it a little. Stroke it up and down. That's good. That's very good." Gerry was stiffening up like a ramrod. And, yes. So was my Terry. "All right now, honey," I guided Terry. "Bend your head down and start licking Gerry's cock with your tender tongue. Put the tip of it in your mouth and run your tongue all over it. It will make Gerry feel so wonderful." Terry held Gerry's cock in his hand, and bent his head down. He licked at it tentatively, getting used to the idea of a prick in his mouth. He seemed to be liking it. "Is that good, honey?" I asked. As he was sucking he made affirmative noises and nodded his head. "Tell mommy what it tastes like." I wanted to know everything. "Like soap and like Gerry," he murmured none too clearly with the big dick in his mouth. He moved down on it further, trying to get it deeper in his mouth. "Breathe through your nose, honey," I instructed. "And let it go way back down your throat. If you breathe deeply through your nose, you won't gag." He started breathing heavily and practically swallowed the head of his brother's cock. "Gerry. Tell mama how it feels, honey." "Oh, mom," he exhaled in ecstasy. "It feels so wonderful. I never felt anything like this in my life. I love it, mom. Thank you. Thank you. Oh, Terry, baby. I love what you're doing to me. I love it so much. Thank you. Thank you." Terry grunted what I suppose was `you're welcome'. "Okay, now, Terry. Don't make your brother shoot in your mouth. We have some more lessons to do tonight," I advised. Terry grudgingly removed his mouth from his twin's wet shiny prick. He looked at it lovingly, as he waited for further instructions. "Gerry. Move away. Now, Terry, you lie in the center of the bed face down, and spread your legs so Gerry can get between them." After they had done this, I continued. "Now Gerry. Take your brothers beautiful bouncy butt cheeks, one in each hand, and gently spread them apart. You see that little hole there?" "Yes," said Gerry. "Terry's asshole." "No, you booby," I chided. "That's not just Terry's asshole. That's Terry's beautiful little boy pussy. And you're going to kiss it. You're going to make love to it. It's yours tonight, honey," I assured him. "Tonight it's all yours. Now bend down and kiss those tight little lips." He looked doubtful, but I kept urging him on. Finally he was kissing his brother's virgin cunt. "That's good, honey. But now use your tongue. I want to see your tongue licking your brother's hidden treasure." Gerry stuck his tongue out, and after the first couple of licks, he decided it wasn't so terrible, and began lapping at it with more enthusiasm. Terry was rolling around under him on the bed, raising and lowering his ass in complete abandon, moaning all the time. Yes. Just like me. I knew it, "That's good, Gerry. Very good. Now work your tongue inside a little. Pleasure your darling Terry." And was Terry ever pleasured. I think he almost swallowed his tongue in an out-of-the-head kind of joyous delirium. I had remembered to put a tube of lubricant in my apron pocket, and I now took it out. "Gerry. Give me your hand," I said. I squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers. "All right, Gerry. Now very slowly ease one of your fingers into Terry's pussy and work it around. We want to try and open his tight hole a little. We want it to be able to take something much bigger than your finger." Gerry studiously pushed his finger into the walls of Terry's anus, trying to spread the tight sphincter. "Okay, now. I think we can try two fingers." We kept at it quite a while, and finally Gerry had four of his fingers inside, and Terry was groaning a little. "It hurts a little, mom. Gerry's fingernails are scratching me." "Oh, I'm sorry, honey," I responded. "You should have said something earlier. Gerry, take your fingers out." He did as I asked and knelt there between his brother's legs as I approached the bed. I took a big glob of lubricant and spread it all over Gerry's large dick. "All right, honey, now we'll just ease this into Terry's hot tight little boy pussy." I took his stiff prick gently in my hand and eased it toward Terry's opening, guiding Gerry's position with my other hand. I felt Terry's doorway with the tip of my finger, and guided the cock into position, pressing down lightly on Gerry's behind when I wanted him to start feeding it in. I watched as it penetrated the muscle, and he slowly sank into his brother. God, was that beautiful! I sat down on the side of the bed, as he began to move his instrument up and down. I watched his beautiful ass flexing and unflexing. "Unnggghhh," groaned Gerry in ecstasy. "Unnggghhh," moaned Terry also in ecstacy. I looked at Terry's face and knew I had done the right thing. I looked down at Gerry's grinning face and knew I had done the right thing. I was a good mother. They were each one of them having the most wonderful moment of their young lives. I watched the beautiful peaches of Gerry's tight balls as he fucked his rod up and down inside his brother's rectum. Like little firm ripe juicy peaches. No hair yet, just soft downy blonde fuzz. Just like peaches. I absolutely wanted to eat them. My mouth was watering and so was my cunt. I wished I could have bent down and sucked on Gerry's fruity sweet balls, but that would give him more pleasure. And I didn't want his mind associating pleasure and women. That was the last thing that I wanted. I wanted the two brothers to bond totally, and without me. So I restrained myself, but secretly fingered my pussy as the two boys lustily fucked in front of me. Gerry. I guess this is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Just imagine. Terry had been in that bed across the room all these years, and I had never even thought of this. What a great mom I had! What a great twin brother I had. Terry was kneeling between my legs, where mom had put him, and he had my cock in his mouth. All the way down his throat. I could feel his spit rolling down my dick and pooling on my abdomen as he happily choked himself on my big rod. "Oh, yeah, Terry. That's it, guy. You're so good. It's hard to believe you never sucked a cock before," I was thinking, as I felt the magnificent tickling on the head of my dick, spreading all the way down the tube into my balls. I had sometimes secretly jerked off into a tissue under the covers, and I knew what a great feeling it was to shoot a load, and that's how I felt now. But more intensely than I had ever felt it before. A hot mouth was so much better than your own hand. Then, unhappily, mom told Terry to stop sucking my cock. She had something else in mind, and I waited with baited breath to find out what it was. The next thing I knew, I was licking Terry's asshole, between his delicious bubble cheeks. I didn't think I'd like it, but I did. His boy pussy, as mom had called it, was responding to my every gesture. It was almost as if his pussy lips were kissing me back. When mom told me to stick my tongue inside, at first I didn't want to, but then my tongue began noticing and appreciating the velvety smoothness of the tunnel, just inside the entrance. I liked it. I liked licking my brother's sweet ass. Then mom came over and put some stuff on my dick, and helped me get it into Terry's warm hole. Oh, my god. My god. What a feeling. That hot caressing flesh absolutely wrapping itself around my pole. Kissing my pole. Sucking it. "Oh, Terry, I love you, I love you, I love you," I thought and wrapped my arms under his chest hugging him to me as closely as possible as I moved my ass crazily up and down, with my peter moving up and down in Terry's snug ass. My cock had found a place where it wanted to live forever. My cock had found an eternal home. I kissed Terry's neck frantically as I felt the cum building inside me. I didn't want my cum to come, but there would be no stopping it when it decided to shoot into Terry's hole. I wish this could have lasted forever^×but the cum was building and building in my balls, and "Yaaagggghhh," I screamed as it rushed into Terry's very guts. I lay on top of Terry, filmed in perspiration, with my prick still inside him. I just didn't want to take it out. And damn it. No one was telling me to take it out. So I just left it there. Home sweet home. Terry. After Gerry sucked out my pussy, and damn if that didn't feel terrific, mom came over and rubbed some goo on his dick, and helped him get it into me. At first it hurt a little, and I hadn't liked the fingers so much, with the nails and everything. At first the blunt head pressed against my unyielding back entrance, and then it slipped in. And I could feel it moving down into me followed by Gerry's hard thick staff. It felt good. Really good. Not like the fingernails. It felt just so great I can't even describe it. It's like every itch I ever had was centered in my asshole, and now Gerry's prick was scratching all those itches. Easing the unbelievable tickle. I squeezed myself around his dick. What a feeling to have a big thick plug of meat plugging away inside you, inside your asshole. Who could have imagined that anything in the world could feel like this. My brother was splitting me in half, and it was the greatest feeling I had ever had. Why had we waited so long? He had been there across the room in that other bed all these years, and I had never thought about crossing the room, and getting in bed with him, and getting him to stick his thick stick into me. What a fool I had been. But now I knew, and I was determined to make up for lost time. I would get Gerry to stick his long thick hot dick into my willing ass whenever I could. He moved his body on top of mine so well. Who could imagine that he was an inexperienced driver? Forget the learner's permit. I was ready to give him his driving license right now. His movements were speeding up and getting a little jerky and he was breathing hard and moaning, and I figured that he was going to shoot a wad. I had done this under the covers at night while he was sleeping, so I knew what was about to happen, and I knew that that would be the end of the fabulous friction. "Hold off, Gerry," I literally prayed, hoping he would fuck me all night long. But than I felt the hot milk shoot out of his blaster coating my insides, and knew it was over. But good old Gerry. He just stayed on top of me and kept his big tube in my grateful asshole, as my ass muscles continued jerking him off non-stop for a long long time. Evelyn. The next night we went upstairs right after dinner, and the boys didn't make any fuss at all. My wonderful sons. They were so eager to learn what I was going to teach them. I had them strip naked and shower again. When they were in bed I had them lie face to face with their arms about each other. "Now you have to learn to kiss properly," I said. "Kissing is a great art, and I want you to be perfect at it. All right. Go ahead and kiss." They pecked each other on the lips. I laughed. "No. No, boys. That's not how it's done. You have to use your tongues. Stick your tongue into your brother's mouth and lick it." "Oh, mom. That's horrible," Gerry shuddered. "You know I hate wet kisses." "This is not a wet kiss," I instructed him. "This is a French kiss, imported all the way from Paris, the most romantic city on earth. I promise you you're going to like it." "I don't think so," he protested. "Have I lied to you yet?" I questioned him. "No," he admitted. "Then go ahead and do what I said." He brought his lips to Terry's and nervously stuck his tongue out and pushed it between Terry's half-closed lips. After a few seconds, Terry clamped his mouth shut on his brother's tongue and began sucking on it, as Gerry made little mewling noises of pleasure. Terry started making the same sounds. Their arms drew tight around each other as their mouths and tongues worked on each other. Their breathing was loud and passionate. It seems mommy had been right again. French kissing was pretty nice after all. Vive la France! I giggled with delight, watching them go at it. "Okay. Now we're going to fuck again," I announced. They withdrew their now red, slightly-swollen lips from each other and looked at me, waiting for further instructions. "Tonight we're going to do the sideways position. Now you each lie on your side with Gerry facing Terry's back." I walked over to the bed and again anointed Gerry's cock with the slippery ointment. "Now, Gerry. You move your cock into his ass that way. Terry, lift your right leg a little so Gerry can get deep inside." Terry raised his leg and Gerry urged his slippery prick inside Terry's asshole. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Terry, but it was an expression of pleasure not of pain. "Oh, yeah," said Gerry. "It feels so nice. So hot and tight. Is it okay, Terry?" he asked. "Oh, it's just great. I love it. Don't stop. Keep moving." And he hunched his ass back against his brother's hard dick. Pretty soon the two of them were going at it eager as two little beavers. Terry raised his leg even more and twisted his rump out, so that Gerry could get even more of his rod inside, as if that were even possible. Terry twisted his face around to Gerry's and they began to French kiss and suck tongues as they fucked. You don't know how wonderful it feels for a mother, to see her boys get along so beautifully. Playing so nicely together. I was so proud. Gerry. My cock was up my brothers ass again, and none too soon. I had been waiting all day for this. In school we kept giving each other secret meaningful looks, and once I even swept my tongue around my lips, as kind of a joke. But it wasn't a joke. I wanted Terry's ass, and I wanted it bad. All day long I was walking around with half a hard-on. But now my cock was inside his steaming squeezing tunnel, and it felt so great. I kept moving my ass around to work my dick inside him, letting it friction against the whole deep circle. And then I hit a spot that was doing something special for Terry. He started working his ass around my dick like mad, and panting and squealing like a girl. I looked down and saw his dick was iron hard. He started to move his hand to it as he humped onto my dick, but I pushed his hand away and started jacking his cock myself. "Oh, God," he screamed. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Gerry. I think I'm gonna come, and with that he wailed and his hot thick milk shot out over the brand new sheets mom had bought for the brand new double bed. Seeing his cream arch out all over the place was just too much for me. "AAAAGGGHHH," I screamed as my own hot milk blasted into his colon. Again I couldn't bear to take my dick out of his sweet hole. We just lay there glued together, my angel brother and me. God. How I loved that guy. My cock was home again. Home sweet home. Terry. Gerry's delicious offering swirled around in my gut, and I knew if he pulled out the plug that the liquid would flow out of me onto the new sheets, so it was good that he kept it in me. I closed my hole tightly around his prick, which was still a little hard, to make sure none of the juice would leak out. No. That's just an excuse. I didn't give a damn about the new sheets. I just wanted his cock in my hole. I wanted it there forever. It was part of me now. We were almost one body and one soul now. The only bad thing about the side position is that I was facing away from him and couldn't hold him and hug him and kiss his delectable mouth. My strong handsome brother. He was so wonderful. So wonderful. Evelyn. The next night they didn't need me to get them started kissing, but after a while I interrupted. "Tonight, we're learning doggy style," I announced. I had Terry crouch down on the bed with his back low and his ass raised up toward Gerry, who was kneeling behind him. Gerry sank his cock in, pretty easily now, and grabbed his brother's hips as he rocked back and forth. He tried to lean over to kiss Terry, but it was too big a stretch. Gerry. Doggy style was fun too, and my cock was getting in way deep, and I liked the way my hips were making a slapping sound against Terry's round cheeks on the instroke. I reached under Terry and grabbed his peter and jacked it up and down, as I fucked his behind. He was stiff as a poker. And so smooth. It felt great in my hand. It felt like life. When I felt my load building up, I really started hammering into him, and at the same time, I increased the grip and the speed of the hand that was kneading his poker. We actually both shot off together at the very same instant. We really were one flesh now. His asshole sucked on my cock appreciatively. I wasn't that comfortable on my knees, so this time I had to take it out. As I did, I could see the pearly fluid ooze out of his opening and dribble down his thighs. My own pearly secretions. I touched my cum and his leg in wonderment. That was my own seed dripping out of my handsome brother's sweet ass. Terry. I felt my own load tickling down the length of my tube and soiling the new sheets one more time. And at the same time my brother was not soiling the sheets. He was soiling my fuck canal with his copious viscid cum. I hated it when he took his cock out of me. But after that we lay down side by side facing each other, and kissed and kissed, while mom sat in the chair across the room watching and glowing. When we wanted to do it a second time, she taught me how to sit on it, and move my body up and down on it. First I faced Gerry, then I turned around and faced his feet. Everything felt good. This way I was in control and could get his prick exactly where my asshole wanted it. But I still liked it better when Gerry was dominating me as he always had. I was used to him being the boss. The next day at school that nasty guy tried to pick a fight with me again, after making sure I wasn't Gerry, but Gerry who was across the schoolyard saw what was going on and ran over. He flattened the guy in two minutes. Then he put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed. It was so great having a brother to love and protect you. I felt sorry for all the kids who weren't twins. I loved my brother so much. There would never be anybody else in the world I could love as much as him. I wish I could have kissed him right there in the schoolyard. But kissing was a family thing. You did that at home, not in the schoolyard. Evelyn. The next night we had the most important lesson. The missionary position, facing each other. This way they would be able to fuck and embrace and kiss all at the same time. When I had them showered and naked on the bed, I helped position them. I separated Terry's legs ^Ösplaying them to each side, as Gerry crawled between. Then I explained to Terry how he was to arch his ass upward, so that the hosting hole was directly in line with its marauding visitor. Terry was so ready for it, that I think his asshole almost gaped open as Gerry's weapon crossed the moat and invaded the dark castle. I let Gerry settle on top of Terry and begin to fuck him, before showing Terry how he could wrap his legs around his brother's ass and imprison him inside. In addition he could reach his hands around Gerry's prominent bubbles and pull him in even deeper. Terry took to my suggestions immediately, and I watched happily as my two boys energetically pounded their bodies together. They were sweating a little from the exertion, but it was so worth it. Gerry. My cock was making a straight beeline down my brother's rectal passage. His legs swung around me and clasped me to him. I had my arms around his neck as I kissed his delicious mouth. Then his arms reached around mine and I felt demanding hands pulling on my cheeks. I think he would have worked my whole body inside his ass if he had been able to. I plowed him like an industrial farmer, as he kept slamming his bottom up, till his balls hit mine. Terry was an absolute champion cunt. Never could a boy's cock have wished for a better pussy than the one I was using. What a mind blowing cum this was going to be. Terry. What can I say? My mouth and my boy cunt stuffed simultaneously. My heart was pounding like a sledgehammer and we were both sweating to make this fuck our crowning achievement. Speaking of sledgehammers, I could feel the one inside me actually expanding. I took one hand off of Gerry's ass and started beating my own dick furiously as Gerry fucked me. I knew he was getting close and I was determined to accompany him on the cum. Then I felt the scorching lava inside me, and that triggered my own eruption. We were two exploding volcanoes spewing out molten magma ready to form our own private island as it cooled down. Evelyn. Every night after dinner we went upstairs and I watched them as they practiced all their positions. They were getting to be letter perfect at fucking. Perhaps I should have been a teacher instead of a Divinity missionary. Then suddenly one evening something strange happened. Gerry made a highly unusual request. "Mom. Can we try it the other way tonight, with Terry fucking me?" "What?" I asked astonished. "I want to know what it feels like to have a cock up my ass. I mean, Terry keeps telling me how great it is. I think I'd like to try it. Tonight Terry can fuck my ass." "Is that okay with you, Terry?" I asked. "Yeeaah, I guess so," he agreed slowly and not too enthusiastically. "But I haven't got a hard-on. He reached down and showed me his very limp penis. "Gerry. Get down there and suck your brother's cock," I ordered. "If you want to get fucked, you have to get him hard." Gerry nodded and bent between his brother's legs, and began to suck Terry's cock. I was just now realizing that this was actually the first time Gerry had ever had a penis in his mouth. He worked on it diligently, and I think he was even enjoying it a little. Slowly Terry began to erect--not a great erection, but good enough. He got Gerry to lie face down on the mattress and climbed over him. He reached down to guide his tool into his brother's willing box, and----oh, no----- it drooped. The erection disappeared. I brought over some lubricant and told Terry to work on his prick with one hand, and grease Gerry up with the other. Finally he was hard again, and tried to plunge in. But it was just no good. Every time he tried to enter, his erection disappeared. And you certainly can't fuck a tight ass with a limp dick. "It's no use, mom," he said mournfully. "I guess I'm just psychologically more into getting fucked than fucking. My dick just refuses to fuck Gerry's ass. I'm sorry, Gerry," he apologized. "Oh nuts," Gerry complained rising from his prone position. His own cock was beautifully hard, as usual. "Never mind, honey." A bright idea just popped into my head. "You fuck Terry same as always tonight. Mama thinks she knows somebody who might just let you borrow his cock for an hour or two. I'll try to set something up for tomorrow night." "Okay," Gerry said. "I really wanted Terry to fuck me, but I still want to try it. So if you know somebody, get him over." "I'll speak to him tomorrow," I promised. Gerry began to brighten up perceptibly as he lapped at his brothers now experienced asshole and fed his cock in, with just the teeniest bit of grease. The next morning I went down to the railroad yard and knocked on Big Hammer Hank's front door. He opened it and smiled knowingly. "So you dropped by to get fucked," he observed. "Not at all," I countered. "I have a little favor I'd like you to do for me." I explained the situation to him, how one of my boys wanted the feeling of a cock up his ass, and his brother was unable to rise to the occasion. "Will you do it?" I pleaded. "Sure. Why not?" He said. "I don't mind fucking the tight little ass of a pretty young boy. I'll do it for you." He was so good natured. "That's wonderful." I gave a sigh of relief. "Gerry will be so happy. And I want to invite you over for a nice family dinner. Be at my house around five p.m. and I'll give you a nice home cooked meal. I bet you haven't had good home cooking for a long time." "I sure haven't. I'll definitely be there." I gave him the address and left. I spent all day cooking a nice pot roast, with roast potatoes, and fresh cooked string beans flavored with bits of ham. The boys came home from school, and I had them do their Divinity lessons in the parlor without me. I was too busy cooking for Hank to pray. I gave a brief thought to trying to expand the family and moving Hank permanently into the house, but that would never work. He was too independent. He was not a family man. At five p.m. exactly Hank rang the doorbell. I let him in and sat him down in the parlor to get acquainted with the boys, while I got the dinner on the table. After dinner we all went upstairs to the double bed, and all the boys stripped down. When Hank dropped his underpants, both Gerry and Terry gasped. They had never seen such a big thing. Even semi-hard it dripped halfway down his thigh. I saw a little look of anxiety cross Gerry's face. That was the cock that was going to go into his ass. "Which one of you boys is the one who wants to get fucked?" he asked. "That's me," said Gerry raising his hand. "Well, get over here and get down on your knees and put your mouth on my big hammer. I got to get it real hard if you want me to get into that tight virgin hole." Gerry knelt before Hank and began tonguing the torture instrument, watching it stiffen up to incredible proportions. It was so thick he had trouble getting his jaws around it. In a very short time it was like a tree trunk. Hank lifted Gerry on to the bed and laid him on his stomach. He crooked his finger at me, as he knelt on the bed above my son, and I brought over the lube with which he generously coated the enormous plunger. He brought it to the opening of Gerry's hole, and it wouldn't even go in. He put some lubricant on his fingers and worked them into Gerry's ass one by one. Then he grabbed his rod and tried again. I could see the tight flesh struggling against his incursion, and then the head slowly began to get through the protesting sphincter muscle. Gerry moaned. This was a moan of pain. "I don't think I can take it," Gerry said, tears running down his cheeks. "You got to take it now, boy. You got me all heated up, and I gotta work it off." He forced it in a little more. Now that it was in, it was moving down into Gerry, but I could see it was torture for Gerry. He didn't even work his ass. He just lay there passively as Big Hammer Hank hammerfucked him. He was biting his lower lip, and his face was twisted in pain. Gerry. Christ. This guy was absolutely gonna kill me. I was probably all bloody already. I wished he would just shoot out his load and get the hell off of me. Why had I asked for this? I didn't like it at all. I didn't think I'd even like it with a smaller cock in my ass. Now I knew I was definitely a fucker. I would never like getting fucked. Hank. I could tell the kid just hated it. And frankly it wasn't any fun for me either. His tight ring was just about pinching my dick to death. It was hurting me. "I'm sorry, kid," I apologized. "But I gotta finish. I gotta cum." Suddenly I heard a voice from the bottom of the bed. "I'll do it," said the other kid. "I'm more used to getting fucked. You can fuck me instead of Gerry." The one under me peered around at the volunteer, giving a weak grateful smile. We did the switch and I got the other kid under me. It was a little easier getting inside, but it was still a very tight fit, and as I got nearer and nearer to getting the base inside, I could see he was suffering. And his anal rubber band was also cutting off my circulation. But I had to cum, and I just started hammering it into him. Terry. Christ. What had I gotten myself into? They were going to have to drive me to a hospital after this and it would be very embarrassing when the doctor's asked, "And just how did the boy tear up his asshole?" The thing was digging up into my small intestine. But at the same time I liked the feel of the heavy hairy body covering me, and the massive arms surrounding me. I just hoped he was gonna cum quick. I couldn't take too much more of this. Gerry. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched those enormous ass cheeks humping up and down on top of my brave brother. He was doing this for me. What a guy! I loved him so much. I felt a little guilty for getting us into this, but I swore I would make it up to Terry any way I could. The large trunk was entering and leaving and reentering my brothers beautiful ass hole. The bowling-ball balls were smacking against Terry's pretty balloons. It was kind of sexy to watch. Then I could see Hank was getting ready to expel his seed into my brother's unfertile soil. Terry started working his ass as best as he could to stimulate the fucker and get the cum out of him. Then it would be over. Hank. The kid's ass was working on my dick now and it felt terrific. I could overlook the brutal elastic tightness if it was a great cum, and it was going to be. My cock suddenly thought it was in heaven, and I fucked into the little ass. Terry. Thank god. He was ready to come. I squeezed the oversized rod as best as I could. I didn't have a lot of spare room in there to tighten my ass around him very much. Jesus. The damn thing was getting even bigger, but it was ready to explode. And then it did. And gobs and gobs of Hankjuice poured into me. The juice felt pretty good. It was soothing my tortured membranes. I waited for him to get that thing out of me, and then all the glop started pouring out down the insides of my thighs, and my ass was making ugly noises. I knew my face must be red in embarrassment, so I buried it in the pillow. When Hank was dressed, mom escorted him downstairs. Gerry climbed on the bed next to me and we hugged each other. He kissed my lips. Just a sweet tender kiss. Not a hot French kiss. We wrapped each other in our arms, and I lay my head on his shoulder, as he caressed me. "I really appreciate what you did for me, Terry. You're the best brother in the whole world. I really love you so much." "Not as much as I love you," I assured him, and we just kissed and cuddled in the double bed until we fell asleep. No more fucking tonight. Tomorrow was another night, and it would not be wasted. I would have my twin's twin cock inside my boy cunt again. And I would have it there every night thereafter. Evelyn. What a spectacle! I was sorry that my boys had suffered so, but it was really something to see. A skyscraper-sized dick going into each of my boy's tight backdoors. And I loved to watch fucking anyway. It was almost as good as getting fucked, and before he left, I promised Hank that I would come over the next morning and spread my legs for his big hammer. I could take it, even if Gerry and Terry couldn't. I was just like all women. Nothing but a whore. I couldn't help myself. But at least my boys would be spared feminine wiles. They really loved just fucking each other. They didn't need anybody else. They would never need anybody else. They would stay with me as I grew older, and every night they would climb the stairs to their double bed, and Gerry would sink his cock into Terry's ass, and Terry would know there was nothing better in the world than Gerry's cock. I think I could say that they were now virtually one body and one soul. More together even than any Siamese twins. They were joined at the genitals. I had accomplished what I set out to. I had led my boys down the road of righteousness, and I had taught them good family values.----- Family values. That's what it's all about. Isn't it?