When Mike heaved his body and tossed Ted away, they rolled toward her feet, laughing as Mike began to tickle his younger brother.

"Give up?" Mike was laughing. "Give up now?"

"Never!" Ted giggled, thrashing his arms and legs as he tried to get away from his brother.

Donna found herself trying to get a peek at her youngest son's cock, but it stayed concealed. Her cunt was wet inside her shorts, her cunt-lips pulsing hotly, her clit knotted.

The boys rolled into her legs, making her off balance. She fell on top of them with a low scream.

"Now we gotcha!" Mike said, grabbing his mother and wrestling her to the floor.

Ted joined his brother against her, and Donna began to laugh almost hysterically as they tickled her sides and ribs. She thrashed her long legs as she fought to get away from them, laughing hard.

Ted caught her arms and pulled them above her head, pinning them tightly with his knees. Mike sat on her thighs, his fingers dancing about her ribs as he tickled her. Donna laughed, half crying with pleasure, struggling to get free.

Her tits heaved and moved beneath the shirt, and she squirmed her ass and hips, trying to get her legs from under Mike's ass. She lifted her head, and saw her oldest son's cock pressing at her thigh, up near the leg of her shorts. Even though he was tickling her, making her laugh insanely, Donna could feel the heat of her son's cock on her thigh. With a violent movement, she tossed Mike upward and he fell across her body. He wrapped his legs about hers, still poking at her ribs. Donna felt the pressure of her son's body on her stomach, and grew weak. Ted still sat on her arms above her head, and when she tried to pull them free, one of her palms cupped his tight ass. It was a brief, accidental touch, but Donna's palm burned as she quickly adjusted her hand away.