Randy and Gary, grinning proudly, nodded their heads. Joanie bent from her waist, kissing the tip of Gary's hard cock with a flutter of her tongue. Then she did the same thing to Randy's cunt-wet cock. Both boys watched her walk away, her ass swinging tightly. She paused at the entrance of the hallway, looking over her shoulder at them, her eyes were still very hot.
"I'll be right back, guys."
She gave a saucy twitch of her ass and moved out of sight.
"Hot damn!" Randy said.
"I told you, didn't I?" Gary said. "I told you I fucked Mom. Do you believe me now, Randy?"
"She's good," Randy said. "She's a real hot piece of ass."
Gary snickered. "How would you know? The only hot piece you've ever had was your fist."
They grinned at each other.
CHAPTER THREE
Joanie washed her face in the bathroom. She was happy, very, very happy.
She dropped the wash cloth in the linen hamper and lifted her skirt. She felt the wetness of come juice inside her pussy, the inner surfaces of her thighs moist. Holding her skirt to her waist, she shoved her hips forward and gazed at her cunt. She loved it, the perfect triangle of the curly hair, the way her cunt lips puffed out so deliciously pink, the tip of her clitoris peeking out of the moist folds. She knew her cunt was hot, greedy and hungry for cock – especially young cock, very young cock, with precious balls, bald of hair.
Her sons' cocks.
Smoothing her skirt down, she winked at herself and ran the tip of her tongue about her lips. Randy and Gary were waiting, waiting for her hot cunt.
They were sitting on the couch, still dressed, but their cocks and balls were showing from the open flies. She stood in the middle of the floor, grinning lewdly at them. With her sons eyes on her, Joanie unzipped her skirt and let it pool at her feet. She kept her open blouse on, her lovely, creamy tits revealed.