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 Title: Twins Score Ch.  04
Summary: The twins get Mom ready to pull a train for Dad's biker pals.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Sunlight streaming into the bedroom woke Shirley from a sound sleep. 
John lay next to her, snoring lightly.  It was going to be a great day.
   She stretched out, luxuriating in the memory of fucking Justin, amused
that she had been tricked into it, just like Maggie and Isleta.  Oh well,
it never would have happened otherwise.  She stretched again, this time
pressing her fingers into her crotch as she contemplated her plans for the
day.
   John stirred, awakened by her movements.  "Hey babe."
   "Morning sweetie," she replied, "still planning to ride today?"
   "Oh yeah."
   "And after?" she asked, with a devilish smile.
   He rolled over to her, snuggling up against her, tossing an arm across
her belly.  "Just like old times?" he asked.
   "Is that what you want?" She knew the answer to that question, but
wanted to hear him say it.  Why?  She was more interested in performing for
Jason than doing her husband's friends.
   He cupped her breasts and pressed his stiffening cock against her thigh.
   "Mmmm, guess I got my answer," she cooed, "Who are you riding with?"
   ""Po, Face and Dub."
   "Really?" she asked, "I haven't heard those names since...  I can't even
remember who they belong to."
   "Sure you can Juice," he teased, "Think hard."
   "Juice?" she asked, "that's what you guys called me?"
   "Don't you remember?" He slipped a hand inside her panties, weaving his
fingers through her tight curls.  He worked a finger into her cunt, coating
it with her slippery juices.
   "Mmmm," she whispered, turned on by his probing finger.
   He brought his glistening finger up to his lips and licked her juices,
savoring the taste of her musky wetness.
   "Okay, now I remember.  "Po, that was Freddie, right?"
   "Yes, do you remember why?"
   "It was short for Pop off, because he was so easy to get off?"
   "Uh-huh, we always let him go first, so he could get a second chance."
   "Who was called Face, the one that could shoot a monster load and loved
to paint our faces with it?"
   "Mr.  Facial, that was Steve.  See, its all coming back." His finger was
back between her legs, gliding over her hard little clit.  "Don't forget
Peter, he was Dub."
   "Yeah, I remember him!  Double D, Donkey Dick," she said with a grin,
"That was some big cock.  We always held him off until last."
   "Yeah, but you loved it.  So, you gonna do it, pull a train, just like
old times."
   "Just me, or will one of the other wives join us?"
   "You're the only one horny enough to do it this time."
   "Mmmm," she cooed, wanting more than just his finger.  "Suck me off now
and I'll agree to anything you want."
   "Thanks babe," he said, "the guys aren't going to believe this.  I don't
think we can find a bar that will let us party like we used to.  Where
should we do it?"
   "Downstairs," she said, "in the game room." She reached down and rubbed
his cock.
   "What about the boys?" he asked.
   "I'll deal with them," she said, "enough questions for now, get me off
before I change my mind."
   Without hesitation, he kissed his way down her abdomen, pushing her
panties down as he went.  Uncovering her red muff, he nuzzled his face into
her pussy, sliding his tongue between the soft folds of her cunt.
   "Oh yeah baby," she cooed, "just like that."
   He kept it up, focusing all his energy on her clit, excited by the
prospect of what was to come.
   She kicked her panties off and spread her legs, opening herself up to
his probing tongue.  "Ohhh," she said, writhing with ecstasy, "keep that
up. Don't stop."
   He dug deep with his tongue, penetrating her slippery cunt as she
frantically humped his face, reaching for an orgasm, fueled by her fantasy
of doing the guys.
   She shrieked when it hit, engulfing her entire body with pleasure.  She
gripped his head with her legs, locking him tight against her pussy,
seeking to prolong her orgasm.
   He finally came up for air to admire his handiwork.  She was panting,
her body limp with exhaustion.  He turned and gazed into her eyes, her
glistening juices coating his lips and chin.  He kissed her, lovingly
sharing her musky juices between them.
   "Let me do you," she said, barely whispering.
   "Save it for after our ride," he replied, "you're going to need
everything you've got."
   She laughed, "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?  What if I change my
mind."
   "You won't," he said, teasing her, "I know you want this!"
   *****
   The rumble of his dad's Harley jolted Jason out of a sound sleep.  He
glanced over to his alarm clock, momentarily confused by the unfamiliar
surroundings.
   Oh yeah, this was his brother's room.  They had pulled a switch on Mom
last night.  It must have worked.
   He splashed some water on his face and grabbed his bathrobe.  He peeked
into his room and saw Justin sleeping soundly.  He headed downstairs,
confident that they had pulled it off.
   "Good morning," Jason said to his mom as he sat down at the kitchen
table.
   "Hey Justin," Shirley replied, joining him, "Did Dad's motorcycle wake
you up?"
   Fuck!  That couldn't have been a mistake.  Did she intentionally called
him by his brother's name?  "Mom!" he exclaimed, feigning surprise.
   "Oh, sorry Jason," she apologized, sarcastically, "It's so easy to get
you two confused."
   Busted!  But, she didn't look pissed, in fact, she looked like she was
in a good mood.  Was she just jerking his chain?  Better fess up.  "Mom,
are you mad at us?"
   She gave him a smirk.  "I should be, but I'm impressed that you two
almost pulled it off."
   "Almost?" Jason said, teasing her.
   "Yeah, until your brother opened his mouth, he had me fooled."
   "So he blew it?"
   She laughed.
   "What?" he asked, egging her on.
   "Just your choice of words.  Yeah, he blew it, right at the moment he...
well, you know."
   "Know what?"
   "Don't play dumb..."
   "Hey, you're the one who always wants all the details from me."
   "Cute...  you sure you want to hear the details?  It'll just get you
hard."
   Jason slipped a hand under his robe, feeling his semi-erect cock.  "Too
late, I'm already halfway there."
   Shirley smiled.  This was shaping up to be one hell of a day.  "Come
over here." She scooted her chair back, leaving room for Jason to lean
against the table facing her.  She pulled the tie on his robe, letting it
fall open.  His cock was bulging out against his boxers.
   "Tell me about last night," he said, rubbing his cock through his
boxers.
   "Right.  I slipped out of my nightie and lay on top of him.  His cock
was so...  mmm, so hard.  I got myself off by just rubbing myself...  your
know, rubbing my clit against his rock hard cock."
   "Mom!" Jason exclaimed, "You are so fucking hot when you talk like
that."
   "Mmmm," she cooed, "Want to hear the rest." She tugged on the legs of
his boxers, sliding them down until his cock sprung free.
   "Yes!" he said, excitedly, stroking his cock just inches from her face.
   "I did all the talking.  I was so horny, that I guess I didn't notice
that he avoided talking.  I eased myself down on his stiff cock, getting
him wet with my juices.  He started fucking me like crazy, but I told him
to hold back...  I wanted to take him in my ass."
   "That must have shocked him.  Did he really keep quiet about that?"
   "Uh-huh.  I squeezed some lube onto my ass and had him work it in.  By
the time he had three fingers in, I was so...  ready."
   "He must have been going nuts.  I know for a fact that he's never done
that before."
   "Well, I didn't know that.  I still thought it was you.  Anyway, I
wanted him so bad that I slid him into my ass in one quick motion.  I
couldn't believe how...  loose I was...  He slid right in."
   "Oh fuck, Mom!," Jason exclaimed, "Help me out a little."
   She gazed up at him as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock,
making little sucking noises while he continued to stroke himself.  She
pulled away from his cock and asked, "Like that?"
   "Oh yeah, take me deep," Jason commanded.
   She complied, sucking his cock down her throat, grabbing his ass to pull
him into her.  She batted her eyes at him when she got it all in, then
pulled off of his cock to admire his glistening cock.  "Do you like that
baby?"
   "You're so damn hot Mom!  Keep that up."
   "Patience, let me finish my tale," Shirley said, "then I'll finish you."
   "Okay, you left off with Justin's cock buried in your ass."
   "Right.  The way he was pounding my ass, I knew I was going to get off
again.  I was just about to cum when he yelled out my name."
   "Oops."
   "Right.  I was shocked, but before I could react, my orgasm hit and I
felt him blow his load in my ass.  It felt so good...  I just went with it.
After we both finished, he knew that he had given himself away."
   "Did you confront him?"
   "No, not really.  It was so good, I couldn't get mad at him.  We just
talked for a while."
   "Cool, so everything is ok."
   "Yes, but I gather Isleta knows about us."
   "She doesn't really know, she just guessed."
   "Okay, let's try and keep it that way.  Why don't you get your brother
down here and I'll have breakfast ready for you."
   "Mom!" he cried, "Don't leave me hanging now."
   She chuckled, "I wouldn't do that to you.  If fact, I'm thinking of
something special right now." She leaned forward, taking the head of his
cock into her wet mouth, slobbering spit down his shaft so he could stroke
it easier.
   "Tell me, what is it."
   "You know that your Dad wants me to do his buddies later today, after
their ride.  You know, pull a train."
   "Yeah, I know.  You're going to let me watch on video."
   That caught her by surprise.  They had discussed it, but she didn't
remember agreeing to it.  Fuck, now was not the time to break his heart. 
Ignoring his comment, she said, "It's been a long time since I've done
anything like that, and I'm out of practice.  One thing I know they are
going to want to see is me taking a facial."
   "A facial?  I don't get it.  That's a spa treatment.  Why would they
want to see that."
   "That's something different.  You've never heard your friends use that
expression before?" she asked, incredulously.
   "Uh-uh," he said cautiously.
   Stalling for time, she took the head of his cock back into her mouth and
sucked him halfway in for a few strokes.  Fuck!  Just thinking about it
made her horny, and now she had to explain it to her son.
   "Mom," he pleaded, "I can't hold out much longer.  What's a facial?"
   "Just before you are ready to cum, you pull your cock out of my mouth
and jack yourself off, painting my face with your cum."
   "Holy fuck, Mom!" he said, raising his voice, "You want me to do that
now?"
   "I could use the practice," she cooed, "I take it you have no
objection."
   "Right, Mom, like I'm going to turn that down."
   Shirley loosened the tie on her robe, letting it drop open.  She reached
for her tits and massaged them, pinching her nipples.  She opened her legs,
exposing her red muff to his excited gaze.  "Ready?"
   "Go for it."
   She devoured his cock, slathering it with her saliva as he spread it
over his shaft.  The combination of her sucking and his stroking quickly
brought him to the edge of an orgasm.
   "Mom," he said, "Get ready."
   He used his hand to push her head off of his cock just as he stroked out
the first rope of cum.  His aim was high, splashing his goo high on her
forehead.
   She tried her best to keep her eyes open, but when she saw his cum erupt
from the tip of his cock, they closed, involuntarily.  After feeling his
cum hit her forehead, she opened her eyes in time to see his second shot
stream towards her lower face, striking her lips.  She slipped her tongue
out, grabbing a quick taste of his seed before the next stream hurtled
toward her.
   After the first two uncontrolled shots, Jason regained control of his
cock, aiming each eruption to an empty spot on her face as his mother
bobbed and weaved to avoid taking a shot in the eye.
   Sensing he was done, she leaned in and sucked the last of his cum from
his softening cock, then looked up at her son to see his reaction to
delivering his first facial.  She couldn't help but giggle at the
astonished look on his face.  "Do I really look that good?"
   "Mom!" he exclaimed, "Who thinks this shit up.  That was so fucking hot.
You should see yourself."
   She beamed with pride, satisfied that she could still take a facial as
well as ever.  It turned her on to see the excitement in her son's eyes. 
"Get me a mirror."
   She admired herself in the small handheld mirror, licking a small blob
of cum out of the corner of her mouth.  Streaks of his creamy white goo
covered every section of her face.
   "How'd I do for the first time?" he asked.
   "Fantastic!  The best!"
   "Thanks Mom."
   "Feeling nasty?"
   "There's more?"
   "Uh-huh," she whispered, "Clean me up while I get myself off."
   It just dawned on him that her hand had been between her legs ever since
they started.  Glancing down, he could see that her finger had disappeared
into the folds of her pussy.  Fuck!  She was so hot.  Starting with her
forehead, he gingerly lapped up his sticky goo, savoring the familiar
taste, listening to his mothers soft moans.
   She was so aroused by her son's soft tongue licking her face, she
instantly brought herself to the precipice of another orgasm.  When he got
to her lips, licking his cum off of them, she opened her mouth and devoured
his tongue for the first time.  Fuck!  She was making out with her son. 
Odd she thought, fucking was okay, but making out, was that going too far?
   Jason, couldn't believe that he was kissing his mom in such an intimate
way.  He felt her suck the last of his cum off his tongue as it disappeared
into her mouth.
   Bam!  Her orgasm hit like a ton of bricks as she sucked on her son's
tongue.  She shuddered as every nerve ending in her body came to life in a
spasm of pleasure.
   He stayed with her, probing her mouth with his tongue until she fell
limp in the chair, exhausted, panting for breath.  He stood and pulled her
hand up to his mouth, sucking her juices off of each finger, one at a time,
as she watched in fascination.
   She pulled her robe close and said, "Now, go get your brother up and
come down to breakfast."
   "Will do, Mom," he said, grinning broadly.
   "And not a word of this to Justin, understand?"
   *****
   Breakfast was on the table by the time the boys got back downstairs and
they immediately dug in.
   Shirley finished cleaning up before sitting down.  She was torn, should
she tell Justin about the bikers?  It was one thing for Jason to watch, but
Justin?  She didn't think she could do it.  How in the fuck was she going
to get herself out of this predicament.
   "Mom," Jason said, "when do you want me to get things set up for the
bikers?"
   "No rush," she said, glaring at him, "we'll do it later."
   Justin looked up from his plate of pancakes, "What bikers?"
   "Your dad is having some friends over, after their ride," Shirley said,
"Jason is going to help me set up the entertainment.  What are your plans?"
   Justin's plans were for he and Jason to go back to Isleta's and fuck her
brains out.  Not exactly something you want to tell your mother.  "Nothing
definite."
   "What about Isleta?" Jason asked, "Didn't she want to see us again?"
   Justin was caught off guard, not sure how to answer his brother,
especially with their mother present.  "Naw, that wasn't definite."
   After an awkward of silence, Shirley broke the tension, "Listen, I know
exactly what you two are up too.  There's no need to hide anything from me.
Especially after what you two pulled last night."
   Justin was relieved, and said, "Thanks Mom, you're right, I'm supposed
to bring Jason over to Isleta's so we can...  well, you know...  like
yesterday."
   "I heard," Shirley said, "I wouldn't pass that up if I were you."
   "But Mom," Jason pleaded, "You promised."
   "I did no such thing!  We discussed it, that's all," Shirley replied
emphatically.
   "What are you two talking about?" Justin asked.
   Jason blurted out, "Mom is going to pull a train for Dad's biker
friends, and she's going to let me watch on video."
   After a stunned silence, Justin asked, "What's a train, and why is it on
video."
   An annoyed Shirley said to Jason, "Alright Mr.  Smarty, this was your
fucking idea so you explain it to him."
   Jason quickly spelled it out for Justin before she could change her
mind. Listening to him explain it to Justin melted away her anger, and put
her back in the mood for what was to come.  She knew that Jason wanted to
watch, but it occurred to her that Justin and Isleta might also be
interested.  Could she perform for all three of them?  She tried to picture
the three of them, on the bed, watching her get gang banged downstairs. 
Now that's a video she'd like to watch.
   "Holy fuck, Mom!" Justin shouted out, "Did you really do that?"
   "I did," she said, proudly, "You could watch with Jason if you want to."
   Shirley watch her sons' reactions, visualizing the wheels turning as
they struggled with the obvious.  She made it easy for them, "You could
invite Isleta over, if you think she can handle it."
   "And we can watch you do...  pull a train...  live on my computer?"
Jason asked.
   "Why not put it up on the big screen in our bedroom?" she asked, knowing
full well that is exactly what they would be doing.
   "How are we going to get Isleta over here?" Justin asked.
   "Hey," Shirley replied, "I'm just putting on the show, you'll have to
figure that one out yourself."
   "Great, Mom," Jason said, "We'll need some time to get this set up.  Is
now okay?"
   "Yeah," she said, "I'm going to grab a quick shower.  You two get
started downstairs."
   *****
   Justin was already downstairs on the couch when Jason came in with a
crate of equipment.
   "Does it take all of that?" Justin said.
   "It's not that much.  I just need a little time to set up." He handed
Justin a plush toy that contained the camera, battery and audio pickup.
   "Holy fuck!  You put the camera in a beaver.  That's going to get Mom's
attention."
   "I know," Jason replied, "I couldn't resist it.  Plus it looks so cute."
The beaver was about a foot high and had large buck teeth.
   "Why's it so heavy?" Justin asked.
   "It has to have a big battery for the camera.  We don't want it going
dead in the middle of Mom's performance."
   "What are these for?" Justin asked, picking up a pair of rose colored
glasses.  They had a heavy frame, covered in rhinestones, something Elton
John would wear.
   "The glasses also have a camera hidden in the frame," Jason explained,
"I'm just not sure how we can use them."
   "No shit!" Justin said, "We want to be watching Mom, not watching what
she sees.  Right?"
   "Right."
   "How about if Dad wears them?" Justin asked, "I know where he'll be
looking."
   "That would work," Jason said, "I'm just not sure how Mom can convince
Dad to film her while she's...  well, you know."
   "Let me explain the glasses to Mom," Justin said, "She'll figure out a
way to make it work.  I don't think she wants them to know about the
cameras."
   Jason busied himself with the beaver, getting him synced up to the
laptop computer and testing out the audio and video.  Then he synced a
small bluetooth earpiece that Shirley could wear so they could communicate
with her.  Her long red curls would keep it hidden from the guys.  Almost
done, he handed Justin the glasses and tested them out.
   Shirley came in just as Jason was putting the finishing touches on the
setup.  She was dressed in the black leathers she planned to wear for the
guys.  The skin tight pants clung to her body like a second skin, showing
the cleavage of her ass along with just a hint of the lips of her pussy. 
Her jacket was zipped just enough to cover her nipples, the snug leather
pushing her breasts together, highlighting her cleavage.  "Think this will
get the job done?" she said, seductively twirling for the boys.
   They stared at her, their mouths agape.  She had transformed herself
into a first class slut, ready to pull a train.  "Trust me," Justin said,
"if you want them lining up for you, that will get the job done."
   She noticed the beaver and laughed out loud.  "Just couldn't resist
that, could you?  And those glasses, where on earth did you find those?"
   "I thought you would like it.  The camera is in the beaver's left eye.
It has a zoom lens, with a limited range of motion, about thirty degrees in
all directions.  Plus there is an earpiece so we can communicate.  The
glasses are a little easier, they will film whatever you are looking at."
   "I see," she replied, "but what good will it do to film what I'm looking
at.  I'm pretty sure you two want to see me...  you know..."
   "Maybe you could get Dad to wear them," Justin said, "Would that work?"
   "It might," she replied, "I'm pretty sure your dad will be keeping his
eyes on me.  But, I wasn't planning on telling him about filming this,
especially the part about you watching."
   "Maybe you can trick him into it," Justin said.
   "Okay," she said, thoughtfully, "let me think about that.  So tell me
about Mr.  Beaver, how much can I move around if you're filming with him?"
   "I was thinking of putting him on the bookcase, pointed at the couch and
coffee table.  Want to try it out?"
   Shirley took the plush beaver and propped him up on a middle shelf of
the bookcase, about four feet up.  "How's that?"
   "Great, the aim is about right," Jason said, "Come sit on the couch and
we'll test it out."
   She sat in the middle of the leather sofa.  Jason worked the keyboard on
the laptop, getting Shirley centered in the picture.
   "Turn it so I can see it," Shirley said.
   "Okay, how's that?"
   Shirley looked at herself in the small laptop screen.  She stood and
moved to each end of the couch.  "Isn't that zoomed out too much, you won't
be able to see much of the action like that."
   Jason zoomed it in as far as it would go.
   "I don't know," Shirley said, "What about the coffee table, can we put
Mr Beaver there?"
   "That will be kind of obvious, it is supposed to be a hidden camera."
   "Let me worry about that," she said, "Move it closer."
   Justin brought the beaver over and set it on the back edge of the coffee
table.  Jason zoomed it back out and Shirley looked over the new
arrangement.  She moved around on the couch, figuring out how far she could
go in either direction before leaving the picture frame.
   "Much better," she said, "Now, try zooming in."
   Sitting on the couch, her body filled the screen, only cutting off her
lower legs.  Standing she could see that just her head moved out of the
frame.  Kneeling on all fours kept her body in the frame.  "Good," she
said, "How about a trial run."
   "What do you want us to do?" Justin asked.
   "Go up to our bedroom and get the picture up on the big screen," she
said, "and try directing me so I can get a feel for how this is going to
work."
   She kicked back and put her stiletto boots on the coffee table, waiting
to hear from the boys.
   "We're almost ready," Jason said.  "Nod if you can hear me."
   The camera was zoomed in and her face filled the sixty-inch HDTV.  They
watched her nod her head slowly, then seductively lick her lips.  "How do I
look?" she asked.
   "So fucking hot, Mom," Justin said, "You're going to kill it tonight.  I
can't wait."
   "Thanks boys," she said, "I appreciate the compliment.  Let's practice
so I can get used to this setup."
   "Okay, where should we start?" Justin asked.
   "Use your imagination," she said, looking directly into the camera,
"give me some direction."
   Jason muted the mic and looked at Justin.  "What do you think?"
   "Have you seen her naked?" Justin asked.
   "Uh-huh," Jason replied, "and she's smoking hot.  Wait until you see her
tattoo."
   "What tattoo?  Never mind, I'll see it soon enough.  Tell her to strip."
   Jason activated the mic and said, "Justin want's to see you strip--."
   "Fuck!  Not like that," Justin interrupted, "be subtle."
   "You boys do know that I can hear you?" Shirley said, laughing at their
confusion.
   "Sorry, Mom," Jason said, "That was my fault."
   Shirley was amused by her sons' reticence.  It had been a satisfying
morning, first her husband, then Jason.  The tight leather already had her
horny, and it could be hours before John returned with his friends. 
Putting on a little show for the boys would help her kill some time, and
who knows...  "No problem, I'll start things off, then wait for more
instructions."
   "Sweet," Justin said.
   Shirley sat back on the couch and slid her boots along the edge of the
coffee table, spreading her legs.  She smiled into the camera and rubbed
the inside of her thighs, drawing their attention to her crotch.
   Jason zoomed the camera until they could make out the thin crease of her
cunt lips under the tight leather.
   "Mom," Justin said, "that's so hot!"
   She laughed, then said, "Better zoom out a bit, I have something else to
show you."
   "How can you tell that we zoomed in?" Jason asked.
   "I can't, but I assumed that's what two horny guys would do." She
seductively moved her hands to her crotch and gently massaged her triangle.
Fuck!  She wished she could see their faces.  She continued moving her
hands up until she reached her tits, gently working the supple leather
until her hard nipples were visible through the soft leather.  "Tell me
what you want to see next."
   Jason killed the mic and looked at his brother, then back to the screen.
Their mother had transformed herself into a biker slut, ready for anything
they asked.  "Whatever you want bro, it's your call."
   Justin flicked the mic switch, then said, "Show us your tits, Mom."
   "Mmmm," she replied in a sexy voice, "Looks like you're over your
inhibitions, and call me Juice."
   "Juice?  Why?" Justin asked.
   "It's my nickname, from my biker chick days.  Can you guess why?" She
slowly pulled on her jacket zipper until her small breasts were exposed. 
She fondled them, pinching her nipples with her fingers.
   "Probably, but tell us anyway," Justin said.
   "I could get a little sloppy when I got off.  The guys loved it and gave
me the nickname," she said, "but age has toned that down a little."
   "Mom, I mean Juice," Jason said, "your tits are so hot!  Are you getting
turned on?"
   "Uh-huh," she said, "How about you two, am I getting you hard?"
   "Just a little," Justin said, "Jason told me your...  you know, that
your red muff was untrimmed.  Can we see that next?"
   She finished unzipping her jacket and let it fall open.  The leather
pants were cut very high, with a thick band around her midriff, obscuring
most of her lower body.  That quickly changed when she pulled on a tiny
zipper just below the band.  The tight leather opened up, exposing the
creamy flesh of her tummy.  She pulled it down until the top of her red
muff was exposed.  "Is this what you wanted to see?"
   "Yeah Juice," Justin said, mesmerized by her tight red curls, "Just a
little more."
   She continued unzipping, slowly exposing the lips of her cunt.  "Better
zoom in again," she said, as she ran her fingertips along the moist lips of
her pussy.  She could hear the boys muttering their excitement and pulled
her lips apart, giving them look at her pink gash.
   "Taste it for us," Justin said, unable to hide the excitement in his
voice.  He was no longer talking to his mother, but to Juice, their very
own biker slut.
   She plunged a finger into her gash, swirling the finger around to coat
it with her slick juices.  "I'm ready, tell me when the camera is on my
face."
   "Ready," came the quick reply.
   She licked her finger from top to bottom before slipping it into her
mouth and sucking it clean of her musky juices.  "Mmmm," she cooed, "you're
going to have to try this for yourself."
   "Now?" Justin croaked, barely getting the words out.
   "Soon," she said, "I have one more thing to show you before you come
downstairs."
   "What's that?" Justin asked, wild with excitement.
   She flipped over and knelt on the couch, resting her head on the
backrest.  "Better zoom back out a little, you don't want to miss this."
   "We're ready," Jason said, "go for it."
   She reached behind and continued unzipping, slowing exposing the crack
of her ass.  When she was done, her leather pants were split open from her
waist down, leaving nothing hidden from view.  She wiggled her broad ass,
then paused, waiting to hear the boys ask for it.
   They could see her red muff, and the tightly closed lips of her pussy.
The trail of red curls disappeared into the crack of her ass.  They
desperately want to see more, but she had stopped.  Why?
   Justin looked over at his brother, not sure why she had stopped.
   Jason mouthed one word to his brother, "Ask."
   "Juice," he said, tentatively.
   "Yes Justin," she replied, toying with him.  Come on Justin, ask.
   "Spread your cheeks for us," Justin said, mustering a note of authority
in his voice.
   Finally, she reached back and gingerly pulled apart the ample cheeks of
her ass, opening the hairy crack of her ass and then pausing, trying to
decide if she should make them ask for more.  Fuck it, she thought, time to
get this show on the road.  She pulled back firmly, baring the inside of
her crack and the tight pucker of her asshole.
   "Oh yeah," Justin said, "just like that."
   She adjusted her fingers so two of them were at the edge of her pussy
lips, and one was on the edge of her asshole.  She pulled them apart with
some force, opening up the tunnel of her cunt along with the tight pucker
of her asshole.
   They were stunned at the beauty of their mother's ass.  Her open holes
surrounded by her beautiful red curls.  "Jeez, Mom, I mean "Juice", you
should see this, it's so fucking hot."
   "Mmmm," she replied, "Can you freeze the picture so I can come up and
take a look?"
   "Yeah, just give me a second," Jason said, tapping the keyboard to
capture his mom's ass filling the TV screen.
   "It's done, Mom," Justin said, "come on up."
   Shirley's jaw dropped when she saw her exposed ass taking up the full
sixty inches of the HDTV.  She sat on the bed, between the two boys
contemplating her next move.  All three were transfixed by the beauty of
her ass, exposed in all its glory.
   Shirley finally spoke, "Well, that's not something you see every day."
   "Did you think it would be so beautiful?" Justin asked.
   "It's not something I've given much thought," Shirley said, her eyes
still on the TV.
   "I just want to run my tongue up and down that sweet crack," Jason said.
   "Me too," Shirley replied with a sly grin.
   "Me too what?" Justin asked, teasing his mom, "lick it yourself, or have
us lick it."
   That caught Shirley off guard.  For the first time she felt a sudden
desire to lick it herself.  Not her own pussy, but another's.  She grinned
back at the boys, "Both, I guess."
   No sooner than her words were out, the doorbell rang.
   "Are you two expecting someone?"
   Justin went to the window and peered down to the driveway.  "Fuck!  It's
Isleta's car.  What is she doing here?  We weren't supposed to pick her up
until later."
   "What do you mean...  we?" Shirley asked.
   Justin hesitated, unsure how much his mother knew about the tryst they
had planned with Isleta.
   Jason said, "She wants me to come along on their date, you know, like we
did yesterday."
   "You told Mom about that?" Justin asked.
   "Forget about that," Shirley said, "focus on now.  You wanted to find a
way to get Isleta here for my performance, maybe this is it.  We'll just
get an early start."
   "You want me to bring her up now?" Justin asked.
   "Fuck yes," Jason all but shouted.
   "I'm with Jason," Shirley said, "Why don't you both get down there and
figure out how to make it happen.  I'll get put back together...  and get
that picture off the screen before you go...  at least for now."
   Jason activated the screensaver before heading downstairs with his
brother.
   "Hi," Justin said, opening the door for Isleta, "I thought we were
picking you up later."
   "I know," Isleta replied, a look of concern on her face, "but, something
has been troubling me, so I thought I'd check it out."
   "I don't understand," Justin replied.
   "Hi Jason," Isleta said, ignoring Justin, "I got to thinking, if you two
could fool Maggie, and then fool me, I figured that maybe you'd try it with
your mother."
   Justin stammered, his face flushing, telling Isleta everything she
needed to know.
   "Hi Isleta," Shirley said, walking down the stairs, catching them all by
surprise.
   Isleta glanced up at Shirley, shocked to see her in the tight leather
outfit.  What was she doing dressed like that?
   "Welcome," Shirley said, giving Isleta a quick peck on each check, "We
were just talking about you."
   "I can just imagine," Isleta said, recovering from her shock, "I
understand they pulled a switch on you too?"
   "They did," Shirley replied, giving her a wink, "and it almost worked.
I'm sure you boys have a lot to explain, so I'll just be upstairs, if you
decide to come up." She turned and walked back up the stairs, vamping all
the way.
   "What the fuck is going on?" Isleta said as soon as Shirley was out of
sight, "and why would we be going upstairs?"
   Justin was too flustered to get anything out, so Jason took it upon
himself to fill her in, starting with Shirley's history as a biker chick
before she was married.  Isleta listened intently, without interruption. 
When Jason was finished, Isleta looked at them, too shocked to speak.
   "Aren't you going to say something?" Justin asked her.
   The story she just heard turned her on too much to get mad at Justin. 
After all, she was already counting on another threesome later tonight, and
now, the prospect of watching Shirley perform at the same time, well... 
there was no turning back from that.  "So, let me get this straight,"
Isleta said, "You want me to come upstairs...  and help you check out the
equipment...  for Shirley's train thing with the bikers?"
   "Yes," Justin said.
   "And what else?" Isleta asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. 
There was no doubt in her mind where this was going.
   "Well..." Justin said, his words halting, "We were...  I mean...  you
asked me to bring Jason...  you know..."
   "Enough!" Isleta said, "I get the idea, lead the way."
   Shirley was stretched out on the bed when they walked in.  The
screensaver still hid the picture of Shirley's ass that had filled the
screen.  "Jason," she said, "why don't you replay the walkthrough we
recorded earlier.  I'll bet Isleta would love to see it."
   Isleta sat on the edge of the bed, between the twins, glued to the TV
screen as the video replayed from the beginning.  Shirley raised her feet
and gently massaged Isleta's back, trying to put her at ease.  She could
only imagine the expression on Isleta's face when the video zoomed in on
her ass.  Isleta rolled her shoulders back, comforted by the feet pressing
into her back.  She couldn't take her eyes off the screen, mesmerized by
both the audacity of Shirley's erotic display, and the sheer beauty of her
ass.
   "Who want's a piece of that?" Shirley said, when the full image of her
spread ass froze on the screen.
   Isleta meekly raised her hand, without turning to look at Shirley.
   Justin turned to Isleta, shocked at her response.  "Seriously?" he
asked.
   "What's the matter," Isleta said sarcastically, "did I beat you to it."
   Jason laugh at the unfolding events.  "Tell you what Isleta, you do a
video like Mom did, and then we'll give you first crack at her."
   "Ohhh," Shirley chimed in, "I like the sound of that."
   "Jeez, Jason," Justin said, exasperated, "you can't be serious?"
   "Hey," Isleta said, "It's my decision, and I'm dead serious.  Do I have
to go downstairs to make the video?"
   "No," Jason replied, "we've got Mr.  Beaver right here."
   "What about the glasses?" Shirley asked, "can we use those?  I want to
see how they work."
   Jason pulled the large rhinestone framed glasses out of the crate and
handed them to Shirley.
   "So," Shirley said, putting the glasses on, "whatever I'm looking at is
what will be filmed?"
   Isleta laughed at the sight of the large glasses and gaudy frame, "Can I
watch myself...  you know...  for comparison."
   "Great idea," Shirley said, "and I'll bet boy genius can figure out a
way to do a split screen, so both our asses can be up there, together."
   "I'll have it done by the time you're ready to film," Jason said.
   By the time Shirley led Isleta to the edge of the bed, Jason had the
split screen up and running, with the camera image from Shirley's glasses
displayed on half the screen.
   "Ok, Mom," Jason said, "let's do a quick check so you can see how they
work.  Kneel down and look at her ass."
   "With pleasure," Shirley replied, as Isleta's tight jeans filled one
side of the screen.
   "That's great," Jason said.
   Shirley turned to look at the screen, only to realize that Isleta was no
longer in it.
   "Sorry, Mom," Jason said, "you can't do that.  You'll have to settle for
the real thing while we watch the screen."
   "Got it," Shirley said, returning her gaze to Isleta.
   Isleta looked up at the screen as Shirley moved in and out, framing her
ass.  She gave Shirley directions, getting the camera positioned to show
her in the best light.  "We're just doing my ass, right?"
   "Good by me," Shirley said, anxious to get going.
   Isleta unbuttoned her tight jeans and wiggled out of them, careful not
to slide her thong down any further than necessary.  She watched her firm
ass on the screen, topped by the whale tail of her black lace panties.  She
bent forward slightly, naturally parting her cheeks just enough to see the
black thong snaking down her crack.
   Shirley reached out with both hands and placed them on her ass cheeks,
careful not to move her head.  She squeezed her firm globes, pushing them
open just enough to see the edges of her asshole not covered by the tiny
black string.
   "Oh yeah, Mom," Justin said, "that's a fantastic picture."
   Isleta climbed onto the bed, on her knees, bending forward as she kept
her eyes on the TV.  Her ass went out of the camera frame for a moment
while Shirley made the adjustments for her new position.
   Her ass came back into the TV, this time revealing more of her asshole
peeking out from around the thong.  The differences between the two ass
were becoming evident.  Isleta's tight ass was firmer and neatly waxed.
   Shirley pulled the thong down, pealing the thin string out of her crack.
Her tightly closed pussy lips came into view, along with the neatly trimmed
dark muff that topped her cunt.
   Shirley got the thong off and pushed her legs apart, opening up the lips
of her pussy just enough to get a glimpse of her glistening pink slit.
   Isleta stared at the image on the TV, seeing her open crack for the
first time.  Comparing the two images, there was something about the unruly
hair of Shirley's crack that turned her on.  Was her's too...  perfect?
   Nobody spoke, waiting for Isleta to take the final step.
   "Isleta," Shirley whispered, realizing that she was lost in thought.
   "Right," Isleta said, reaching back and grabbing her cheeks.  It took
several tries to spread them just right, to get an image that closely
matched Shirley's.  When she had it, she said, "There!  Freeze it there."
   Jason grabbed the image just in time.  Shirley's patience had run out
and she turned to look at the screen, to see their two asses, frozen, side
by side.
   All four of them sat on the end of the bed, in stunned silence,
examining the oversized images displayed on the screen.  Without saying a
word, they stripped out of their remaining clothes.
   "Fuck!" Isleta exclaimed, the first to speak, "can you believe that?"
   "Mmmm," Shirley replied, "makes me want to lick the screen."
   "Mom!" Justin said, raising his voice, "You can't be--."
   "Hush!" Isleta interrupted, putting a finger to Justin's lips, "I was
thinking the same thing."
   "Top or bottom?" Shirley asked Isleta, cutting off any further comments
from her boys.
   "Top," Isleta replied, winking at her, then giving her a gentle tap on
her shoulder.  Shirley lay back on the bed and barely got her legs spread
before Isleta buried her face in Shirley's red muff, and then turned to
straddle her.
   Jason quickly recovered from his initial shock, and handed Justin the
glasses.  He activated Mr.  Beaver and got a split screen image from the
two cameras.  He positioned Mr.  Beaver on the TV stand, facing back
towards his mom's ass, and zoomed in to fill her half of the screen with
the image of Isleta lapping her cunt.  Justin set the glasses on a pillow
just behind Isleta and fiddled with them until the view of Isleta's ass
came into view, with Shirley licking her open gash from below.
   The twins sat facing the TV, more interested in watching the oversized
images than the real thing.
   Isleta moaned, loudly, as Shirley's rapid fire tongue flicking pushed
her close to the edge.  She broke off from Shirley's pussy and rose up on
extended arms, arched her back, and pushed back against Shirley's face as a
powerful orgasm coursed through her writhing body.
   Both girl's asses dropped out of the camera frame and drew the twins
attention back to the live action.  Isleta collapsed onto Shirley, her face
coming to rest on Shirley's red muff.
   When she recovered, she turned back to Shirley and said, "That was so
good, sorry I didn't get you off.  Are you ready to try again?"
   Shirley hesitated, then said to Isleta, "I'll take a rain check."
   "How about us?" Jason said, surprised his mom wanted a rest, "We're
ready."
   "I'll bet your are," Shirley said, sizing up the situation.  "Your dad
asked for something special, for the bikers, and I could use a little
practice."
   "I like the sound of this already," Justin said, "What is it?"
   Shirley took her time, explaining that John had really gotten excited
about his first ass-fuck, and wanted to try a double, with him in her ass
and "Dub" in her cunt.  Isleta's jaw dropped when she realized that Shirley
wanted a practice run, taking both her son's cocks at the same time.
   "Fuck yeah, Mom," Jason said, "I'm in."
   "Me too," chimed in Justin.
   "Good," Shirley said, "and let's set it up so I can watch on the TV.  I
want to make sure I get it right for your dad."
   "And you expect me to film this?" Isleta asked, incredulously.  She
still couldn't get over the audacity of Shirley's suggestion.
   "Come on, Isleta," Justin said, "It'll be great.  You might even get
some ideas of your own, you know, for later."
   "Down boys," Shirley said, giving Isleta another wink, "let's not get
ahead of yourselves."
   Isleta sighed, shaking her head.  What the fuck, she'd just eaten her
first pussy, nothing should surprise her now.
   Jason claimed dibs on Shirley's ass, not bothering to explain to Isleta
that Justin had the last ass-fuck with Mom.  Justin got on his back with
his head hanging over the edge so he could lean back and see the TV. 
Shirley straddled him and Jason knelt behind her, also facing the TV.
   Jason handed Isleta the glasses and got her positioned to the side so
Shirley's ass filled the screen, along with both cocks.
   Shirley got things started by easily maneuvering Justin's hard cock over
her wet cunt.  All eyes were glued to the TV as Isleta kept the glasses
pointed at his cock, capturing its slide into her cunt.
   "Jason," Shirley said, "I forgot the lube.  It's in the nightstand
drawer."
   "Let me," Isleta said, taking the tube from Jason as he got back into
position, "and you wear the glasses for this."
   Jason put the glasses, giving the others a big screen view of Shirley's
ass crack from above.
   Isleta squeezed a big dollop of goo at the top of Shirley's crack. 
Using her index finger, she pushed it down into her crack, feeling for her
asshole with her fingertip.
   "Justin, you're not watching a movie, I could use a little help,"
Shirley said, giving him a pat on the cheek.
   "Sorry, Mom," he replied, reaching back and spreading her cheeks.
   "A little more," Shirley said, watching her crack open wide on the
screen.
   Isleta took over, plunging her finger into Shirley's tight asshole,
wiggling it around until she felt her muscle relax.  Shirley moaned,
aroused by the movement of Justin's cock inside her along with Isleta's
finger.
   Isleta kept working her fingers until she had three easily sliding in
and out.
   "I think I'm ready," Shirley said in a low whisper, wondering if she
could hold off an orgasm long enough for Jason to get his cock into her
ass.
   Jason edged forward, pushing the head of his cock into her snug
entrance. Isleta squeezed out more lube and used it to coat the length of
Jason's shaft.
   Shirley gasped, as Jason slowly pushed his cock into her.  He still had
the glasses locked onto Shirley's ass.  The others were glued to the TV
screen, as both of Shirley's holes filled with hard cock.
   With both cocks all the way in, Shirley rocked her body to and fro,
trying to get the hang of sliding both cocks in and out at the same time.
The sensation was incredible and she felt an orgasm bubbling just below the
surface.
   "Oh fuck yeah, Mom," Jason cried, "just like that, it feels so good."
   Justin starred at the TV screen, mesmerized by the sight of the double
fucking his mom was taking.
   The boys tried to stay stationary, letting their mom control the action.
Shirley's pace was increasing with each stroke, along with her panting. 
The faster she stroked, the closer she got to an orgasm, and the more she
started to lose her rhythm.
   She finally lost all control as she clung to the edge of a powerful
orgasm.  Jason took over and pounded her ass, slamming his cock into her.
He held her by the hips to prevent her from sailing off the end of his
cock.
   Shirley shrieked when her orgasm hit, pushing back against the two cocks
as hard as she could.  Jason was close and continued to pound her ass,
grunting loudly with each thrust.
   Isleta sensed Jason was close and slid her hand into his ass crack,
pressing a finger against his asshole.
   "Yes...  yes..." he shouted as her finger plunged in.  He arched his
back, sending the TV image of her ass off the screen.  "Fuck!" he shouted,
blowing his load deep into his mom's ass.  He lost his grip on her hips and
sent her flying forward with his next thrust, knocking her off both their
cocks.
   Shirley collapsed on Justin, panting wildly, trying to catch her breath.
Isleta grabbed Jason's cock with her free hand and stroked out the final
few shots of cum onto Shirley's heaving ass.
   Having drained Jason, Isleta looked down to see Justin's glistening cock
standing straight up.  She went down on him, taking him all the way into
her throat in one swift motion.
   Jason recovered, and looked down to get Isleta back up on the TV screen,
sucking his brother's cock.
   She worked quickly, sucking his cock for all she was worth.  She
couldn't resist sneaking a glance at the TV screen to see his cock all the
way down her throat.  Jason moved to the side so Isleta could come around
to face the TV.  Something about seeing her image on the TV motivated her,
and she cupped his balls, gently squeezing them on each downstroke.
   Justin was glued to the TV screen, watching Isleta deep throat him while
she fondled his balls.  He lifted up, pressing his cock ever deeper into
her eager mouth.
   Sensing he was close, she slide a finger down his ass crack to give him
the same treatment she gave Jason.
   "Ohhh," he groaned when the tip of her finger entered him.
   She felt his muscles tightened and pulled up until just the head of his
cock was in her mouth.  She stroked him with her free hand and plunged her
finger all the way into his asshole, all the time watching herself on the
TV.
   Justin bucked wildly, flooding her mouth with his cum as she jacked out
his entire load.
   After draining him, she raised up slowly, giving Jason time to keep her
in the camera frame.  She smiled into the camera and opened her mouth,
tilting her head back just enough to keep his cum from running out.  She
teased them, sloshing her cum covered tongue from side to side.  Just when
it looked like she would swallow, she turned her head down to Shirley's ass
and let it dribble out.
   "You go girl!" Shirley exclaimed, fascinated by the slow-motion
performance.
   Isleta motioned to Jason point the camera down to Shirley's ass, then
used her hand to corral the cum and smear it down into her ass crack.  She
lowered her head to Shirley's ass to get her face back in the camera frame,
grinned, and then used her fingers to push a big gob of cum into Shirley's
stretched out asshole.
   "Fuck!" Justin shouted, trying to comprehend Isleta's nasty display,
"That was so hot."
   "Uh-huh," Isleta replied, beaming with pride, "I think your mom inspired
me."
   "Wow!" Shirley said, "John's going to be impressed.  It'll be a couple
of hours before they get here and I need to get cleaned up, and you three
need to clear out of here, they can't know that your upstairs watching us."
   "Got it Mom," Jason said, "text us when it's safe to sneak back in here.
I'll get the cameras back downstairs and ready for you."
   Shirley turned back to look at Isleta, giving her yet another wink, "Are
you sure about this?"
   Without replying, she returned Shirley's wink.
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