"If you two would pick up after yourselves, I wouldn't need any help."

"What would you do without us, Mother?" Ted asked, grinning at her.

"I wouldn't live in such a messy house, for one thing," she said, and ran her hand through his hair. "But for you two guys, I'll take the messy house."

Ted wrapped an arm about her waist and hugged her. Donna leaped into him, her tits smashing against his face. She felt an immediate response as her nipples stiffened. There was a small tremor moving up her spine as she pulled his head tightly into her tits for a quick hug.

When she pulled away, her legs felt shaky.

Taking out the vacuum cleaner, she started on the hallway. The two boys began picking things up in the living room, but that didn't last long. She heard them laughing as they began to wrestle. Turning off the vacuum cleaner, she entered the room to see them in a tangle of arms and legs.

"Okay, you know the rules around here," she said without anger. "No wrestling in the house."

They paid no attention to her. Mike let his younger brother pin him to the floor, sitting on top of him. Mike had one knee lifted, his other leg straight out and to one side. Donna's breath caught as she saw the head of her oldest son's cock sticking from the cut-off shorts. Her cunt suddenly began to throb as her eyes fixed upon it. She stared hard at the head of Mike's cock, seeing his piss-hole. Her fingers curled into fists, her nails cutting into her palm. Her legs trembled and she felt weak.

"No wrestling," she said, but her voice was a bare whisper.

She tried to pull her eyes off Mike's cock, but they refused to move. As she watched, his cock slipped farther from his cut-offs, and then she was seeing half of it. Although it wasn't hard, Donna felt a growl in the pit of her stomach, a growl of desire. She had not seen a cock in over three years, and her eyes devoured her oldest son's cock wantonly.