Caught sniffing Mum's knickers 3

The two 15 year old boys finally get to fuck Tommy's mom, but fail to make her cum.

The council estate was quiet except for the distant hum of the M5 and the occasional dog barking down the street.

Tommy’s dad had left at six that morning for a long weekend fishing trip up in the Lakes with his mates from the Rover plant, cooler full of lager, rods in the boot, no return till Monday night. Karen had waved him off with a fake smile and a “drive safe, love,” but the second the Escort disappeared round the corner she felt the heat flood between her legs. Three whole days. No husband. Just her, the house, and two desperate 15 year old virgins who’d been sniffing her dirty knickers and wanking each other off under her orders.

She’d planned it all week. Every time she’d caught them she’d felt her cunt clench harder. The spankings, the mutual wanks, the way their skinny bodies shook when they shot their loads into her stolen panties. She knew they’d come running the second she snapped her fingers.

Tommy got home from school at four. Karen was in the kitchen in her tightest jeans and a low-cut white vest, her fat tits spilling out, no bra. She’d “accidentally” left the top two buttons undone.

“Ask Steve to come round for a sleepover tonight,” she said casually, stirring tea. “Dad’s away. Thought you lads could keep me company. Pizza, videos, the lot.”
Tommy’s cock twitched in his trackies instantly. “Yeah? Proper sleepover? Like… overnight?”

Karen smirked. “Overnight. Now ring him. Tell him to bring his stuff and get his skinny arse here by seven. And Tommy…” She stepped close, cupped his cheek where she’d slapped him last time. “Be ready to do exactly what Mummy tells you. No arguing. Understand?”

He nodded, his face already flushing. “Yes, Mum.”

Steve arrived at quarter to seven, rucksack over one shoulder, eyes wide like a kid at Christmas. He’d changed into his best jeans and a clean polo. Karen opened the door in the same vest, her nipples hard against the thin cotton.

“Well hello, Steve,” she purred. “Come to keep my boy company? Or keep me company?”
The lads dumped their bags in Tommy’s room but they barely lasted ten minutes. Karen ordered them up the stairs at half-seven.

“Both of you. Up to my bedroom now. Strip off and start wanking. I’ll be up in five minutes. And if I come in and you’re not both rock-hard and pulling on those pathetic little pricks, I’ll tan your arses purple again.”

They practically ran up.

Karen gave them exactly five minutes. She could hear the faint wet sounds from the landing skin on skin, nervous breathing. She smiled, her nasty cunt already soaking through the fresh pair of black lace knickers she’d put on after work. She took her time climbing the stairs, letting the tension build.

She pushed the door open.

The sight was perfect. Two naked teenage boys on her bed. Tommy on his back, five-inch cock in his fist. Steve kneeling beside him, six-inch thicker prick being stroked slow. Both of them using her dirty knickers yet again, Tommy in yesterday’s cream high-waisted pair, Steve in a red thong she’d sweated in all day at the salon. The room stank of teenage boy and pussy juice already.

Karen folded her arms under her heavy 38DD tits and laughed loud.

“Look at you two. Couldn’t even wait five minutes, could you? Two little faggots on Mummy’s bed, wanking into my dirty panties like a pair of desperate cock-sluts. Did you miss it? Did your tiny virgin pricks get hard the second I said sleepover?”

Tommy’s hand slowed but didn’t stop. Steve’s eyes were glued to her cleavage.

Karen stepped closer. “Faster. Both of you. I want those knobs leaking. And while you wank, listen up. You’re not here for pizza and videos. You’re here because I own you this weekend. You’re my little fuck-toys. My personal pair of perverted bum-boys. Got it?”

“Yes,” they mumbled together, their voices cracking.

She walked round the bed, her hips swaying. “Good. Now put those pricks down. Tommy, grab Steve’s cock. Steve, grab Tommy’s. And suck.”

The boys froze.

Tommy’s eyes went wide. “Mum… we’re not… I mean, we’re not like gay.”

Karen’s hand shot out and grabbed the back of Tommy’s head. “I didn’t ask if you were fucking gay. I said suck. You’re going to wrap your lips round your best mate’s prick and you’re going to suck it like the cock-sucking faggots you are. Or I’ll ring your dad right now and tell him exactly what his son’s been doing with my knickers.”

Steve looked terrified. “Please, Mrs—”

“Shut it.” She shoved Tommy’s face down. “Open your mouth boy. Now.”

Tommy’s lips reluctantly parted. Karen forced his head onto Steve’s cock. The thick six-incher slid over his tongue and Steve gasped.

“That’s it,” Karen hissed. “Suck your mate’s dick, Tommy. Taste that precum. Good boy. Deeper. I want to see your throat bulge.”

Tommy gagged but kept going, cheeks hollowing, tears in his eyes. The shame burned hotter than any spanking. He wasn’t gay. He’d never even thought about another lad’s cock in his mouth. But Mum’s hand on the back of his head was iron and he had no choice.

Karen turned to Steve. “Your turn. Suck Tommy’s little prick while he sucks yours. Sixty-nine. Right now.”

She pushed Steve down so he was on his side. Tommy rolled with him. Their bodies twisted until each had the other’s cock in their mouth. Steve’s lips stretched round Tommy’s five-incher. Tommy’s tongue swirled round Steve’s thicker head. Both both boys looked scared and awkward.

Karen stood over them, voice dripping venom. “Look at you. Two straight lads sucking cock like proper queers. Listen to those slurping noises. Pathetic. You’ve been wanking each other for weeks and now you’re proper cock-suckers. Imagine your school friends found out.Deeper, Steve, take it all the way. Tommy, use your tongue on his balls. That’s it, you dirty little faggots.”

The boys were red-faced, humiliated, cocks throbbing in each others mouths despite themselves. The shame made everything more intense. Wet sucking sounds filled the room. Saliva dripped down chins. Karen watched for a full minute, fingers idly rubbing herself through her jeans.

“Enough,” she snapped. “Stop sucking and sit up.”

They pulled off each other’s pricks with wet pops, gasping, lips shiny with spit and precum. Neither could look the other in the eye.

Karen stepped back and slowly peeled off her vest. Her massive tits spilled free, heavy, pale, dark pink nipples already rock-hard. She kicked off her heels, unbuttoned her jeans, shoved them down thick thighs along with the black lace knickers. She stood completely naked for the first time in front of them.

Both boys stared. A real woman. Real naked mum. Dark bush of pubic hair, swollen cunt lips glistening, a fat heavy arse, soft belly. Karen turned slowly, letting them see every inch of her.

“First time you’ve seen a proper naked woman, isn’t it?” she taunted. “Not some blurry page three girl. Your mate’s mum. My cunt. My tits. My arse. Come on then, you faggots fuck me.”

She climbed onto the bed, lay on her back, with her legs spread wide. Her cunt opened like a flower, pink, wet and inviting.

“Who’s first? Tommy? You want your own mum’s cunt. Get between my legs.”

Tommy crawled over, cock trembling. He lined it up and pushed. Karen’s heat engulfed him. She was tighter than he’d imagined, slippery, gripping him.

“Pathetic,” she laughed as he started thrusting. “Is that all you’ve got? Five inches of skinny boy cock and you’re already panting like a dog. Harder, you useless little fuck. I can barely feel you. Your dad’s got twice the cock and he still doesn’t make me cum half the time.”

Tommy’s hips slammed faster, humiliated tears mixing with sweat. Karen reached up and pinched his nipples hard.

“Faster, mummy’s boy. Fuck your own mum like you aleays dreamed about. That’s it, feel how wet you’ve made me? All those times sniffing my knickers and now you’re inside the real thing, a real fuck hole. But you’re shit at it. Tiny cock, no rhythm. Keep going, though. I want your spunk in me.”

Steve watched, his cock leaking, stroking himself slowly, waiting his chance.

Karen looked at him. “Your turn next, queer boy. Watch your mate fuck his mum. Look how her tits bounce. Pathetic, isn’t he?”

Tommy lasted less than two minutes. His hips stuttered. “Mum I’m gonna ”

“Cum then, you useless prick. Fill Mummy’s cunt.”

He exploded. Five thick ropes of teenage spunk pumped deep inside her. Karen felt every pulse but didn’t even moan. She just smirked.

Tommy pulled out, cock softening, cum already leaking from her hole.

“Next,” Karen ordered. “Steve. Get in there. Fuck your best friends mum’s sloppy seconds.”

Steve climbed on. His thicker six-incher slid in easily, coated in Tommy’s load. Karen laughed.

“Better. At least I can feel this one somewhat. But still pathetic. Six inches and you’re already shaking. Pound me, you little faggot. Make those balls slap my arse.”

Steve tried. He thrust hard, face buried in her tits, sucking a nipple like a starving baby. Karen kept talking.

“Look at you, Steve. Fucking Tommy’s mum while her son watches. Your cock’s sliding through his spunk right now. Feel it? Warm and sticky? That’s how much of a man you are, seconds in your best mate’s mum’s cunt. Faster. Harder. Fuck, you’re both useless. Can’t even make a woman moan.”

Steve’s face was scarlet now. The humiliation burned but his cock stayed rock hard. He lasted maybe three minutes before he too groaned and unloaded jet after jet of hot cum to join Tommy’s inside her.

Karen pushed him off roughly. Both boys knelt on the bed, cocks softening, breathing hard, their faces burning with shame.

She looked down at the mess between her legs, white cum oozing from her stretched cunt, running down to her arsehole.

“Pathetic,” she sneered. “Two loads inside me and I didn’t even get close to cumming. Two tiny virgin cocks and you couldn’t make Mummy cum. You should stick to sucking each other off like the faggots you are. That’s all you’re good for.”

She spread her legs wider, cunt on full display, cum bubbling out.

“Watch,” she ordered. “Watch a real woman cum.”

Her fingers went to work. Two plunged straight into her creamy hole, scooping out mixed spunk and rubbing it over her fat clit. She fucked herself hard, tits jiggling, free hand pinching a nipple.

“Look at that,” she moaned. “Your combined boy spunk leaking out while I finger fuck myself. Two loads and I still have to do it myself. You’re both useless. Tiny cocked faggots. This is what a proper orgasm looks like.”

Her hips bucked. The wet squelching grew louder. She rubbed her clit in fast circles, fingers plunging deep.

“Oh fuck yes here it comes ”

She exploded. A huge gush of clear juice squirted out, mixed with their cum, soaking the sheets. Her cunt clenched visibly, lips pulsing, clit throbbing under her thumb. She screamed, loud, filthy, unashamed her nasty body shaking, thighs trembling, fat tits bouncing wildly.

The boys watched in stunned silence, cocks twitching again despite everything.

Karen finally collapsed, panting, fingers still buried inside herself, slowly stirring the mess.

She looked at them with a cruel smile.

“Go rest you dirty little fucks. You can try again soon, but I doubt you two faggots will ever be able to make a woman come."

The boys looked at each otherashamed, terrified, excited, both of their cocks already starting to come alive again.

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