Family Values
                                                 by
                                          Little Dan



Evelyn


You hear a lot of talk about good old-fashioned family
values.  And this talk comes from fine god-fearing people
like me.  I have always believed in family values with all
my heart.  That was all I ever wanted.  A loving family
surrounding me till the day I died.  What more could you
ever want in life?


And all that seemed to be guaranteed to me when I married
Bob, and we had our two beautiful sons, identical twins,
Gerry and Terry.  To give thanks to the high one for my
perfect family, I joined the local Divinity Congregation, a
holy group which extols the sanctity of the family, and is
devoted to protecting the family from all pernicious
influences.


Bob was not thrilled with my new affiliation, and began to
bridle when I insisted he go to meetings.  And god knows I
tried to keep my family together at any cost, but one day
Bob deserted me for some slut who worked at his office.  A
whore of Babylon.


I should have been more careful.  Who knew better than I of
the treachery of the fair sex.  How predatory females entrap
men and steal them away from their wives and children,
destroying the family, and leaving wreckage behind.
Thank god I still had my two wonderful little boys.
Bookends of beauty and sunshine.  Naturally I refused to let
Bob ever see the boys.  I was not going to let that hussy,
that harlot exert her evil influence on them.  I was going
to guide them in the ways of the Divinity.  I was going to
teach them proper family values, so that they would never
desert their loved ones, as their father had.


For a while, Bob fought me on family visitation, but I
remained firm, and fortunately he found a job in another
state and he and the tramp moved away never to be heard from
again.  The boys were totally mine now.


Fortunately my father had left me a good deal of money, so I
did not have to go to work.  I was able to stay home and
devote myself to my two sons, and shape every aspect of
their lives.


I dressed them each day, took them to school, picked them
up, allowed them to play outside with the other children for
two hours every day, and then we would eat dinner and gather
in the living room for our nightly prayer meeting.  Finally
I would take them up to their bedroom and help them undress
and put on their little twin pajamas, and get into their
single beds.  Gerry on the left side of the room, and Terry
on the right.  I would cover them, and we would say our
goodnight prayers before I turned out the light and closed
the bedroom door.  I read holy books until I was sleepy, and
then I would go to bed myself, in my own room down the hall
from my boys.


I worried about Terry a lot.  He was so unsure of himself.
Such a nervous boy.  Thank god he had Gerry to protect him.
Once down at the school yard, a vicious bully started
teasing and taunting Terry during play period.  Gerry would
have none of that.  He pulled the bully off his brother and
beat him to a pulp.  The bully sustained some injuries, and
the principal complained to me.  But secretly I was so proud
that Gerry would shield his brother like that.


Terry was so like me.  Kind, sensitive, artistic.  It seemed
I knew everything he was thinking and feeling, whereas Gerry
was a younger version of his too macho father.  I worried
about Gerry.  Someday some tart would get her hooks into him
and tear him away from me.  My beloved Gerry.  No. I could
never let that happen. I needed him.  Terry needed him.  We
had to remain as we were. A loving family forever.


About that time, I began to do missionary work for Divinity.
I would gather my holy books and tracts and go down to the
yards, where the disreputable railroad men worked and lived
in little trailers.  It was hard work.  They were not
religiously inclined.


One afternoon while the boys were in school I headed down
there and knocked on the door of a shabby looking trailer.
At first there was no answer.  But I wouldn’t let that deter
me.  I heard running water and knew there was someone
inside.  I continued knocking.


Finally the door flew open. An extremely large shaggy red
headed man stood there, dripping wet with only a small towel
around his waist.


“What the hell do you want?” he asked.


“I wanted to talk to you,” I stumbled nervously.


“You got me out of the shower.  What do you want?” he asked
again.


“I wondered if I might come in, so that we could have a
little chat about holy matters,” I explained.


“You want to convert me or something?” he laughed.


“Yes,” I answered.  “I’d at least like the chance.”


He was sort of looking me up and down, and his gaze kept
stopping at my ample breasts, which made me a wee bit
uncomfortable.  But I wasn’t going to let my discomfiture
interfere with my sacred mission.


He opened the door wider, and invited me inside. “Sure. Come
on in,” he said. “You can give it a try.”


I went in.  Up front was a teeny little kitchen with a hot
plate, and a small bathroom with a shower stall.  He had
been showering and there was water everywhere.  I noticed
there were still droplets on his skin, and his hair was wet.


He led me to the back of the trailer which served as his
bedroom.  It had nothing but a bed and a small table.  We
sat down side by side on the left side of the bed, and I
began to go into my pitch, thumbing through the printed
material, and showing it to him.  He wasn’t looking at the
material.  He was staring at my bust.


Suddenly somehow the towel he was wearing fell open.  I
looked down and was staring at what looked very much like
the Polish kielbasa you see in the supermarket.  Amazingly
long, and amazingly thick.  I tried to tear my gaze away,
but I couldn’t.  The sight captivated me.  My breath caught
in my throat, and I choked a little.


Instead of being embarrassed, the man seemed to be enjoying
my unwilling admiration.  “My name is Hank,” he said.
“Everyone calls me Big Hammer Hank.  I guess you can too.
And what’s your name?” he asked teasingly with his big
hammer lying loosely over his leg, filling my astonished
eyes. (It was so big, and it wasn’t even hard.  I couldn’t
even imagine what it would be like when he got an erection.)


“My name is Evelyn,” I stuttered.


“Pleased to meet you Evelyn,” he said.  “Are you just gonna
sit there and stare at old Hank’s big hammer.  Or maybe
you’d like to pick it up in your dainty little hands and
roll it around a little?” I think he was taunting me.


I looked at him blankly, unable to move, and did not resist
when he lifted my small hand and wrapped it around his
monstrosity.


“Oh, that’s real nice, Evelyn” he breathed.  “They teach you
real good down at that divinity place.”


I rolled the sausage around in my hand, and felt it
beginning to extend to an unbelievable fat length.  I
couldn’t take my hand off it.  I couldn’t take my mind off
it.  I’m ashamed to say that at that moment I let my holy
pamphlets slip to the floor.


“How do you like that big sausage, Evelyn?” he asked.  He
knew exactly what I had been thinking.  That it was like a
kielbasa.  I turned my face to the side and looked at the
hairy man who must have been double my weight, if not quite
double my height.  I felt like a weak little thing next to
him. “How would you like to eat that thick juicy sausage,
Evelyn?”  He stood up in front of me now, and his massive
thing was at lip level.


“Go on, Evelyn,” He urged.  “Take it in your mouth and suck
on it.  You want to suck on my big sausage.  Do it.”


I was mesmerized.  As if in a hypnotic spell I brought my
lips to his penis and felt it enter my mouth.  He stepped
forward, forcing it in even further.  I started wetly
nursing on it, letting it slide in and out of my mouth.  Oh,
it was delicious.  It was wonderful.  It was exciting.  I
felt my juices flowing.  My pussy was getting moist.  No.
Not moist.  My pussy was wet.  Very wet.  I sucked on Hank’s
big hammer, imagining what it would feel like when he
slipped it into my cunt.  I loved it in my mouth, but I
wanted it desperately in my cunt.  My cunt had been unused
for some time now, and it was aching for a little masculine
friction.


Again, seemingly knowing the thoughts that were racing
through my mind.  He pushed me down on the bed, and began
taking off my clothes.  He threw them on top of the Divinity
pamphlets on the floor.  I didn’t care.  I just wanted that
big hammer in my dripping hole.  He climbed on top of me,
and took the now-thick cudgel in one hand and eased it to
the edge of my opening.  He worked it through my throbbing
pussy-lips and down the hot canal, letting his tremendous
weight rest on my body, as he worked it in.  I didn’t see
how it was going to get all the way in.  It was going down,
down, down endlessly, and I was afraid I might be injured if
it got any deeper, but fortunately I felt his big hairy
balls rest against my bottom cheeks, and knew he was all the
way.  I wrapped my splayed legs around his bottom, and
clutched him to me, with legs and arms, as he kneaded my
tits with one hand, and plunged his meaty tongue into my
mouth.  I tasted a delicious mouthwash.  He had more than
showered.  I sucked at his mouth greedily, as he flexed his
large round melons, and his giant cock explored unknown
depths at the base of my uterus.  I think it was even
entering my womb.


Our midsections were franticly banging together, and I had
orgasmed three times when I felt his tension increase.  His
legs began to tremble, his back arched, he pressed the shaft
even deeper into me, his breathing got ragged and he began
to roar like a bull. I held him to me and enjoyed the hot
gushes of spunk that rushed into my birth chamber.  Thank
goodness I was still a few days away from ovulation, so I
let it flood into me with joy and gusto.


I was hoping after our little session, that he would let me
explain the glories of Divinity, and the decency of good
family values, but he just laughed at me and escorted me out
when I was dressed.


“Next time you come, Evelyn, you come without them books.”


“Okay,” I agreed.  I fully intended to return, and I did
frequently for a long period of time.  I could never get
enough of Big Hammer Hank’s big hammer.  Sucking it. Letting
it fuck my slutty hole.  Yes.  I was just like all women.  A
total slut.  A complete whore.  Men who had decent families
and decent family values would have to be protected from me
at all costs.  I was a walking trollop.


Then something happened which jolted my poor heart.  I had
been in the kitchen preparing dinner, and I went to the
front door to call the boys in.  And down the block I saw
Terry sitting on the curb, and I saw Gerry with some little
blonde girl who lived down the block.  A little whore.  He
was trying to kiss her, and she was giggling.  This was
exactly what I had been afraid of.


“Gerry. Terry.  It’s time for supper.  Get inside at once.”
Gerry let the little blonde tramp go and they came in for
supper.


“Gerry, you disgusting boy,” I raged.  “How could you kiss
that little blonde slut.  Her mouth is nothing but a sewer.”


He didn’t answer me.  He knew my feelings on the female
gender, and just hung his head all the way through dinner.
Terry felt bad for him.  He squeezed Gerry’s arm with
compassion and affection, reassuring him.  Terry was so
sensitive.  What a wonderful little boy.  Of course I loved
them both, but I guess it’s obvious that I had a special
affection for Terry.


Right then and there, though. I knew that something had to
be done.  I would have to train them how to handle their
affections as they were becoming adults.
As soon as they left for school the next morning, I went
down to the department story and made an important purchase.
The store promised me the furniture I had bought would be
delivered on Wednesday between nine and two, and that the
men would take out the furniture I was discarding.  I made
other purchases of items I would need for the new furniture
and arranged for them also to be delivered on Wednesday
between nine and two.  The boys would be so surprised.  But
it was time to begin their adult instruction, and prepare
them properly for life.


When the boys came home from school Wednesday, my
redecorating had been done.  I wouldn’t let them go
upstairs.  I wanted to save the surprise for later.
We ate dinner, and went into the parlor for religious
instruction and prayer.  And when it was early evening, I
told them it was bedtime.


“Not yet, mom,” said Gerry.  “It’s too early.”


“No, it’s not, Gerry,” I answered.  “You’re going to bed
early tonight for a special reason.  We have some things to
do, and they’ll take some time.”


“What’s that?” asked Terry curiously.


“You’ll see,” I answered mysteriously.  “And don’t get all
worried.  These things we’re going to do are nice things.
You’ll enjoy them.”


The three of us went up the stairs, the boys in front.  They
walked into the bedroom, and stood there in shock.  “Mom,”
exclaimed Gerry. “Where are our beds?”


Yes.  I had had the two little single beds on the left and
right side of the room removed, and in its place along the
back wall, right in the center of the room was the beautiful
new double bed I had bought the boys.  I was wondering
whether I should have bought a queen size, but that would
have been too big for the room, and besides I wanted the
boys to get used to being close, being together.


“Surprise,” I exclaimed cheerily.  “I bought you a big new
bed. Isn’t it beautiful?”


“But mom,” interjected Terry.  “We’re gonna be sleeping in
the same bed?”  As if this was so unheard of.  Well, the
silly boy would learn.


“Of course, darling,” I answered.  “After all, you are
brothers.  You are twins. Twins should be together all the
time.  Now get undressed and go take a shower,” I
instructed.


They were waiting for me to leave the room before
undressing, but I had no intention of leaving the room.
“Come on.  Come on, now,” I cajoled.


When they saw that I was not leaving, they each shrugged,
and gave each other questioning looks, as they began to
shuck their clothes.  Finally they were naked.  I hadn’t
seen them naked in some time, and I was struck by the
beautiful youthful smoothness of their well-proportioned
bodies.  Each one exactly like the other.  What beautiful
long necks, and long backs, and the exquisite out-swelling
of their gluteal muscles. They even had beautiful twin
penises, much larger than I would have expected at their
age.  Certainly nothing like Big Hammer Hank’s but quite
impressive nevertheless.  Nothing to laugh about, I can
assure you.  I had to restrain myself from caressing the
twin peters, one in each hand.  But that just wouldn’t do.


They showered and returned to the bedroom.  “Where are our
pajamas?” asked Gerry.


“No pajamas,” I said.  “I threw them out.”


“You threw them out?” Gerry asked in amazement.


“Of course, darling. You don’t need pajamas anymore.  Only
little boys sleep in pajamas.  You’re little men, now.
Aren’t you?”


“Yes,” agreed Terry hesitantly.


“Okay now, boys.  Climb into bed.  Come on,” I urged.  I
folded down the blankets and the top sheet and they climbed
in.  “All right.  Now we can start our lesson.”  They looked
at me expectantly, and I continued. “Tonight we’re going to
study how to make love.  Won’t that be nice?”


“What do you mean?” Gerry asked suspiciously.


“Exactly what I said. You two are a matched pair.  Nothing
should ever come between you.  You are brothers.  You are
identical twins.  You are two bodies with one soul.  You
must love each other.”


“But, mom, we do love each other,” said Terry.


“In every way possible,” I continued.  “You must make your
two bodies as one body.”


“But mom,” Gerry protested.


“Don’t you care about family values?” I asked accusingly.
“You know what the Book of Divinity says about family
values.  Nothing must interfere with the love of family
members.  Remember, I won’t always be here, and when I’m
gone, who will you have?” It was a rhetorical question and I
answered it myself.  “You’ll have each other.  So you must
care for and love each other as fully as possible, and I
will teach you how, babies.  Okay?”


“Okay,” they each agreed reluctantly, nodding their heads
almost together. Such angels.  Golden angels with their
beautiful shining blonde hair, their blue eyes, their
perfectly sculptured noses, and finely drawn mouths.  Such
angels.


I was trying to decide how to proceed.  I had already
determined the role-play. Gerry was the dominant twin, so of
course he would be the top; and my dearest darling Terry,
the submissive twin would bottom for his beautiful identical
brother.
Now Terry would know the joys that I had known, whore that I
was, with their father, several others, and most especially
my current fucker Big Hammer Hank.  Wait till he felt the
exquisite fullness of a hard cock snaking down inside him.
He was going to go wild. I just knew it.  Thank god he
wasn’t a woman, because he would become another Whore of
Babylon like his mother.


“All right, now.  Gerry. You lie down on the bed face up.”
When he followed my command, I noticed he was already
beginning to get a hard-on.  This was a scenario laden with
possibilities.  “All right, now. You, Gerry, open your legs
a little so your brother can get between them.  And you,
Terry.  Crawl between Gerry’s legs and take his prick in
your hand.  Very gently.  Good.  That’s right.  Now massage
it a little. Stroke it up and down.  That’s good.  That’s
very good.”  Gerry was stiffening up like a ramrod.  And,
yes.  So was my Terry.


“All right now, honey,” I guided Terry.  “Bend your head
down and start licking Gerry’s cock with your tender tongue.
Put the tip of it in your mouth and run your tongue all over
it.  It will make Gerry feel so wonderful.”


Terry held Gerry’s cock in his hand, and bent his head down.
He licked at it tentatively, getting used to the idea of a
prick in his mouth.  He seemed to be liking it.  “Is that
good, honey?” I asked.  As he was sucking he made
affirmative noises and nodded his head.  “Tell mommy what it
tastes like.”  I wanted to know everything.


“Like soap and like Gerry,” he murmured none too clearly
with the big dick in his mouth. He moved down on it further,
trying to get it deeper in his mouth. “Breathe through your
nose, honey,” I instructed.  “And let it go way back down
your throat.  If you breathe deeply through your nose, you
won’t gag.” He started breathing heavily and practically
swallowed the head of his brother’s cock.


“Gerry.  Tell mama how it feels, honey.”


“Oh, mom,” he exhaled in ecstasy. “It feels so wonderful.  I
never felt anything like this in my life.  I love it, mom.
Thank you. Thank you.  Oh, Terry, baby.  I love what you’re
doing to me.  I love it so much.  Thank you. Thank you.”


Terry grunted what I suppose was ‘you’re welcome’.  “Okay,
now, Terry.  Don’t make your brother shoot in your mouth.
We have some more lessons to do tonight,” I advised.  Terry
grudgingly removed his mouth from his twin’s wet shiny
prick.  He looked at it lovingly, as he waited for further
instructions.  “Gerry. Move away.  Now, Terry, you lie in
the center of the bed face down, and spread your legs so
Gerry can get between them.”  After they had done this, I
continued.  “Now Gerry. Take your brothers beautiful bouncy
butt cheeks, one in each hand, and gently spread them apart.
You see that little hole there?”


“Yes,” said Gerry. “Terry’s asshole.”


“No, you booby,” I chided.  “That’s not just Terry’s
asshole.  That’s Terry’s beautiful little boy pussy.  And
you’re going to kiss it. You’re going to make love to it.
It’s yours tonight, honey,” I assured him.  “Tonight it’s
all yours.  Now bend down and kiss those tight little lips.”


He looked doubtful, but I kept urging him on. Finally he was
kissing his brother’s virgin cunt.  “That’s good, honey.
But now use your tongue.  I want to see your tongue licking
your brother’s hidden treasure.”  Gerry stuck his tongue
out, and after the first couple of licks, he decided it
wasn’t so terrible, and began lapping at it with more
enthusiasm.  Terry was rolling around under him on the bed,
raising and lowering his ass in complete abandon, moaning
all the time.  Yes.  Just like me.  I knew it,


“That’s good, Gerry.  Very good.  Now work your tongue
inside a little.  Pleasure your darling Terry.”  And was
Terry ever pleasured.  I think he almost swallowed his
tongue in an out-of-the-head kind of joyous delirium.


I had remembered to put a tube of lubricant in my apron
pocket, and I now took it out.  “Gerry. Give me your hand,”
I said.   I squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers.
“All right, Gerry.  Now very slowly ease one of your fingers
into Terry’s pussy and work it around.  We want to try and
open his tight hole a little.  We want it to be able to take
something much bigger than your finger.”


Gerry studiously pushed his finger into the walls of Terry’s
anus, trying to spread the tight sphincter.  “Okay, now.  I
think we can try two fingers.”  We kept at it quite a while,
and finally Gerry had four of his fingers inside, and Terry
was groaning a little.


“It hurts a little, mom.  Gerry’s fingernails are scratching
me.”


“Oh, I’m sorry, honey,” I responded.  “You should have said
something earlier.  Gerry, take your fingers out.” He did as
I asked and knelt there between his brother’s legs as I
approached the bed.  I took a big glob of lubricant and
spread it all over Gerry’s large dick.


“All right, honey, now we’ll just ease this into Terry’s hot
tight little boy pussy.”  I took his stiff prick gently in
my hand and eased it toward Terry’s opening, guiding Gerry’s
position with my other hand.  I felt Terry’s doorway with
the tip of my finger, and guided the cock into position,
pressing down lightly on Gerry’s behind when I wanted him to
start feeding it in.  I watched as it penetrated the muscle,
and he slowly sank into his brother.  God, was that
beautiful!  I sat down on the side of the bed, as he began
to move his instrument up and down.  I watched his beautiful
ass flexing and unflexing.  “Unnggghhh,” groaned Gerry in
ecstasy.
“Unnggghhh,” moaned Terry also in ecstacy.  I looked at
Terry’s face and knew I had done the right thing.  I looked
down at Gerry’s grinning face and knew I had done the right
thing.  I was a good mother.  They were each one of them
having the most wonderful moment of their young lives.


I watched the beautiful peaches of Gerry’s tight balls as he
fucked his rod up and down inside his brother’s rectum.
Like little firm ripe juicy peaches. No hair yet, just soft
downy blonde fuzz. Just like peaches.  I absolutely wanted
to eat them.  My mouth was watering and so was my cunt.  I
wished I could have bent down and sucked on Gerry’s fruity
sweet balls, but that would give him more pleasure.  And I
didn’t want his mind associating pleasure and women.  That
was the last thing that I wanted.  I wanted the two brothers
to bond totally, and without me.  So I restrained myself,
but secretly fingered my pussy as the two boys lustily
fucked in front of me.


Gerry.


I guess this is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to
me.  Just imagine.  Terry had been in that bed across the
room all these years, and I had never even thought of this.
What a great mom I had!  What a great twin brother I had.


Terry was kneeling between my legs, where mom had put him,
and he had my cock in his mouth.  All the way down his
throat.  I could feel his spit rolling down my dick and
pooling on my abdomen as he happily choked himself on my big
rod.  “Oh, yeah, Terry.  That’s it, guy.  You’re so good.
It’s hard to believe you never sucked a cock before,” I was
thinking, as I felt the magnificent tickling on the head of
my dick, spreading all the way down the tube into my balls.
I had sometimes secretly jerked off into a tissue under the
covers, and I knew what a great feeling it was to shoot a
load, and that’s how I felt now. But more intensely than I
had ever felt it before.  A hot mouth was so much better
than your own hand.


Then, unhappily, mom told Terry to stop sucking my cock.
She had something else in mind, and I waited with baited
breath to find out what it was.  The next thing I knew, I
was licking Terry’s asshole, between his delicious bubble
cheeks.  I didn’t think I’d like it, but I did.  His boy
pussy, as mom had called it, was responding to my every
gesture.  It was almost as if his pussy lips were kissing me
back. When mom told me to stick my tongue inside, at first I
didn’t want to, but then my tongue began noticing and
appreciating the velvety smoothness of the tunnel, just
inside the entrance.  I liked it.  I liked licking my
brother’s sweet ass.


Then mom came over and put some stuff on my dick, and helped
me get it into Terry’s warm hole.  Oh, my god.  My god.
What a feeling. That hot caressing flesh absolutely wrapping
itself around my pole.  Kissing my pole. Sucking it.  “Oh,
Terry, I love you, I love you, I love you,” I thought and
wrapped my arms under his chest hugging him to me as closely
as possible as I moved my ass crazily up and down, with my
peter moving up and down in Terry’s snug ass.  My cock had
found a place where it wanted to live forever.  My cock had
found an eternal home.  I kissed Terry’s neck frantically as
I felt the cum building inside me.  I didn’t want my cum to
come, but there would be no stopping it when it decided to
shoot into Terry’s hole. I wish this could have lasted
forever—but the cum was building and building in my balls,
and “Yaaagggghhh,” I screamed as it rushed into Terry’s very
guts.  I lay on top of Terry, filmed in perspiration, with
my prick still inside him.  I just didn’t want to take it
out.  And damn it. No one was telling me to take it out.  So
I just left it there. Home sweet home.


Terry.


After Gerry sucked out my pussy, and damn if that didn’t
feel terrific, mom came over and rubbed some goo on his
dick, and helped him get it into me.  At first it hurt a
little, and I hadn’t liked the fingers so much, with the
nails and everything. At first the blunt head pressed
against my unyielding back entrance, and then it slipped in.
And I could feel it moving down into me followed by Gerry’s
hard thick staff.  It felt good.  Really good.  Not like the
fingernails.  It felt just so great I can’t even describe
it.  It’s like every itch I ever had was centered in my
asshole, and now Gerry’s prick was scratching all those
itches.  Easing the unbelievable tickle.  I squeezed myself
around his dick.  What a feeling to have a big thick plug of
meat plugging away inside you, inside your asshole.  Who
could have imagined that anything in the world could feel
like this.  My brother was splitting me in half, and it was
the greatest feeling I had ever had.   Why had we waited so
long?  He had been there across the room in that other bed
all these years, and I had never thought about crossing the
room, and getting in bed with him, and getting him to stick
his thick stick into me.  What a fool I had been.  But now I
knew, and I was determined to make up for lost time.  I
would get Gerry to stick his long thick hot dick into my
willing ass whenever I could.


He moved his body on top of mine so well.  Who could imagine
that he was an inexperienced driver?  Forget the learner’s
permit.  I was ready to give him his driving license right
now.   His movements were speeding up and getting a little
jerky and he was breathing hard and moaning, and I figured
that he was going to shoot a wad. I had done this under the
covers at night while he was sleeping, so I knew what was
about to happen, and I knew that that would be the end of
the fabulous friction.  “Hold off, Gerry,” I literally
prayed, hoping he would fuck me all night long.  But than I
felt the hot milk shoot out of his blaster coating my
insides, and knew it was over.   But good old Gerry.  He
just stayed on top of me and kept his big tube in my
grateful asshole, as my ass muscles continued jerking him
off non-stop for a long long time.



Evelyn.



The next night we went upstairs right after dinner, and the
boys didn’t make any fuss at all.  My wonderful sons.  They
were so eager to learn what I was going to teach them.  I
had them strip naked and shower again.  When they were in
bed I had them lie face to face with their arms about each
other.  “Now you have to learn to kiss properly,” I said.
“Kissing is a great art, and I want you to be perfect at it.
All right.  Go ahead and kiss.”  They pecked each other on
the lips.



I laughed. “No. No, boys.  That’s not how it’s done.  You
have to use your tongues.  Stick your tongue into your
brother’s mouth and lick it.”



“Oh, mom. That’s horrible,” Gerry shuddered.  “You know I
hate wet kisses.”



“This is not a wet kiss,” I instructed him.  “This is a
French kiss, imported all the way from Paris, the most
romantic city on earth.  I promise you you’re going to like
it.”



“I don’t think so,” he protested.



“Have I lied to you yet?” I questioned him.



“No,” he admitted.



“Then go ahead and do what I said.”



He brought his lips to Terry’s and nervously stuck his
tongue out and pushed it between Terry’s half-closed lips.
After a few seconds, Terry clamped his mouth shut on his
brother’s tongue and began sucking on it, as Gerry made
little mewling noises of pleasure.  Terry started making the
same sounds.  Their arms drew tight around each other as
their mouths and tongues worked on each other. Their
breathing was loud and passionate.  It seems mommy had been
right again. French kissing was pretty nice after all.  Vive
la France!  I giggled with delight, watching them go at it.
“Okay.  Now we’re going to fuck again,” I announced.  They
withdrew their now red, slightly-swollen lips from each
other and looked at me, waiting for further instructions.



“Tonight we’re going to do the sideways position.  Now you
each lie on your side with Gerry facing Terry’s back.”  I
walked over to the bed and again anointed Gerry’s cock with
the slippery ointment.  “Now, Gerry.  You move your cock
into his ass that way.  Terry, lift your right leg a little
so Gerry can get deep inside.”



Terry raised his leg and Gerry urged his slippery prick
inside Terry’s asshole. I heard a sharp intake of breath
from Terry, but it was an expression of pleasure not of
pain.  “Oh, yeah,” said Gerry.  “It feels so nice.  So hot
and tight.  Is it okay, Terry?” he asked.



“Oh, it’s just great.  I love it.  Don’t stop.  Keep
moving.” And he hunched his ass back against his brother’s
hard dick.  Pretty soon the two of them were going at it
eager as two little beavers.  Terry raised his leg even more
and twisted his rump out, so that Gerry could get even more
of his rod inside, as if that were even possible.  Terry
twisted his face around to Gerry’s and they began to French
kiss and suck tongues as they fucked.  You don’t know how
wonderful it feels for a mother, to see her boys get along
so beautifully. Playing so nicely together.  I was so proud.



Gerry.



My cock was up my brothers ass again, and none too soon.  I
had been waiting all day for this.  In school we kept giving
each other secret meaningful looks, and once I even swept my
tongue around my lips, as kind of a joke.  But it wasn’t a
joke.  I wanted Terry’s ass, and I wanted it bad.  All day
long I was walking around with half a hard-on.



But now my cock was inside his steaming squeezing tunnel,
and it felt so great.  I  kept moving my ass around to work
my dick inside him, letting it friction against the whole
deep circle.  And then I hit a spot that was doing something
special for Terry.  He started working his ass around my
dick like mad, and panting and squealing like a girl.  I
looked down and saw his dick was iron hard.  He started to
move his hand to it as he humped onto my dick, but I pushed
his hand away and started jacking his cock myself.



“Oh, God,” he screamed. “Fuck me.  Fuck me, Gerry.  I think
I’m gonna come, and with that he wailed and his hot thick
milk shot out over the brand new sheets mom had bought for
the brand new double bed.  Seeing his cream arch out all
over the place was just too much for me.  “AAAAGGGHHH,” I
screamed as my own hot milk blasted into his colon.  Again I
couldn’t bear to take my dick out of his sweet hole.  We
just lay there glued together, my angel brother and me.
God. How I loved that guy.  My cock was home again.  Home
sweet home.



Terry.



Gerry’s delicious offering swirled around in my gut, and I
knew if he pulled out the plug that the liquid would flow
out of me onto the new sheets, so it was good that he kept
it in me.  I closed my hole tightly around his prick, which
was still a little hard, to make sure none of the juice
would leak out.  No.  That’s just an excuse.  I didn’t give
a damn about the new sheets.  I just wanted his cock in my
hole.  I wanted it there forever.  It was part of me now.
We were almost one body and one soul now.  The only bad
thing about the side position is that I was facing away from
him and couldn’t hold him and hug him and kiss his
delectable mouth. My strong handsome brother.  He was so
wonderful.  So wonderful.



Evelyn.



The next night they didn’t need me to get them started
kissing, but after a while I interrupted.  “Tonight, we’re
learning doggy style,” I announced.  I had Terry crouch down
on the bed with his back low and his ass raised up toward
Gerry, who was kneeling behind him.  Gerry sank his cock in,
pretty easily now, and grabbed his brother’s hips as he
rocked back and forth.  He tried to lean over to kiss Terry,
but it was too big a stretch.



Gerry.



Doggy style was fun too, and my cock was getting in way
deep, and I liked the way my hips were making a slapping
sound against Terry’s round cheeks on the instroke.  I
reached under Terry and grabbed his peter and jacked it up
and down, as I fucked his behind.  He was stiff as a poker.
And so smooth.  It felt great in my hand.  It felt like
life.  When I felt my load building up, I really started
hammering into him, and at the same time, I increased the
grip and the speed of the hand that was kneading his poker.
We actually both shot off together at the very same instant.
We really were one flesh now.  His asshole sucked on my cock
appreciatively.  I wasn’t that comfortable on my knees, so
this time I had to take it out.  As I did, I could see the
pearly fluid ooze out of his opening and dribble down his
thighs.  My own pearly secretions.  I touched my cum and his
leg in wonderment.  That was my own seed dripping out of my
handsome brother’s sweet ass.



Terry.



I felt my own load tickling down the length of my tube and
soiling the new sheets one more time.  And at the same time
my brother was not soiling the sheets.  He was soiling my
fuck canal with his copious viscid cum.  I hated it when he
took his cock out of me.  But after that we lay down side by
side facing each other, and kissed and kissed, while mom sat
in the chair across the room watching and glowing. When we
wanted to do it a second time, she taught me how to sit on
it, and move my body up and down on it.  First I faced
Gerry, then I turned around and faced his feet.  Everything
felt good.  This way I was in control and could get his
prick exactly where my asshole wanted it.  But I still liked
it better when Gerry was dominating me as he always had.  I
was used to him being the boss.



The next day at school that nasty guy tried to pick a fight
with me again, after making sure I wasn’t Gerry, but Gerry
who was across the schoolyard saw what was going on and ran
over.  He flattened the guy in two minutes.  Then he put his
arm around my shoulder and squeezed.  It was so great having
a brother to love and protect you.  I felt sorry for all the
kids who weren’t twins.  I loved my brother so much.  There
would never be anybody else in the world I could love as
much as him.  I wish I could have kissed him right there in
the schoolyard.  But kissing was a family thing.  You did
that at home, not in the schoolyard.



Evelyn.



The next night we had the most important lesson.  The
missionary position, facing each other.  This way they would
be able to fuck and embrace and kiss all at the same time.
When I had them showered and naked on the bed, I helped
position them.  I separated Terry’s legs –splaying them to
each side, as Gerry crawled between.  Then I explained to
Terry how he was to arch his ass upward, so that the hosting
hole was directly in line with its marauding visitor.  Terry
was so ready for it, that I think his asshole almost gaped
open as Gerry’s weapon crossed the moat and invaded the dark
castle.  I let Gerry settle on top of Terry and begin to
fuck him, before showing Terry how he could wrap his legs
around his brother’s ass and imprison him inside.  In
addition he could reach his hands around Gerry’s prominent
bubbles and pull him in even deeper.  Terry took to my
suggestions immediately, and I watched happily as my two
boys energetically pounded their bodies together.  They were
sweating a little from the exertion, but it was so worth it.



Gerry.



My cock was making a straight beeline down my brother’s
rectal passage.  His legs swung around me and clasped me to
him.  I had my arms around his neck as I kissed his
delicious mouth.  Then his arms reached around mine and I
felt demanding hands pulling on my cheeks.  I think he would
have worked my whole body inside his ass if he had been able
to.  I plowed him like an industrial farmer, as he kept
slamming his bottom up, till his balls hit mine.  Terry was
an absolute champion cunt.  Never could a boy’s cock have
wished for a better pussy than the one I was using.  What a
mind blowing cum this was going to be.



Terry.



What can I say? My mouth and my boy cunt stuffed
simultaneously.  My heart was pounding like a sledgehammer
and we were both sweating to make this fuck our crowning
achievement.  Speaking of sledgehammers, I could feel the
one inside me actually expanding.  I took one hand off of
Gerry’s ass and started beating my own dick furiously as
Gerry fucked me.  I knew he was getting close and I was
determined to accompany him on the cum.  Then I felt the
scorching lava inside me, and that triggered my own
eruption.  We were two exploding volcanoes spewing out
molten magma ready to form our own private island as it
cooled down.



Evelyn.



Every night after dinner we went upstairs and I watched them
as they practiced all their positions.  They were getting to
be letter perfect at fucking.  Perhaps I should have been a
teacher instead of a Divinity missionary. Then suddenly one
evening something strange happened. Gerry made a highly
unusual request.



“Mom. Can we try it the other way tonight, with Terry
fucking me?”



“What?” I asked astonished.



“I want to know what it feels like to have a cock up my ass.
I mean, Terry keeps telling me how great it is.  I think I’d
like to try it.  Tonight Terry can fuck my ass.”



“Is that okay with you, Terry?” I asked.



“Yeeaah, I guess so,” he agreed slowly and not too
enthusiastically.  “But I haven’t got a hard-on.  He reached
down and showed me his very limp penis.



“Gerry. Get down there and suck your brother’s cock,” I
ordered.  “If you want to get fucked, you have to get him
hard.”



Gerry nodded and bent between his brother’s legs, and began
to suck Terry’s cock.  I was just now realizing that this
was actually the first time Gerry had ever had a penis in
his mouth. He worked on it diligently, and I think he was
even enjoying it a little.  Slowly Terry began to erect--not
a great erection, but good enough. He got Gerry to lie face
down on the mattress and climbed over him.  He reached down
to guide his tool into his brother’s willing box, and----oh,
no----- it drooped.  The erection disappeared.  I brought
over some lubricant and told Terry to work on his prick with
one hand, and grease Gerry up with the other.  Finally he
was hard again, and tried to plunge in.  But it was just no
good.  Every time he tried to enter, his erection
disappeared. And you certainly can’t fuck a tight ass with a
limp dick.



“It’s no use, mom,” he said mournfully.  “I guess I’m just
psychologically more into getting fucked than fucking.  My
dick just refuses to fuck Gerry’s ass.  I’m sorry, Gerry,”
he apologized.



“Oh nuts,” Gerry complained rising from his prone position.
His own cock was beautifully hard, as usual.



“Never mind, honey.”  A bright idea just popped into my
head. “You fuck Terry same as always tonight.  Mama thinks
she knows somebody who might just let you borrow his cock
for an hour or two.  I’ll try to set something up for
tomorrow night.”



“Okay,” Gerry said.  “I really wanted Terry to fuck me, but
I still want to try it. So if you know somebody, get him
over.”



“I’ll speak to him tomorrow,” I promised.



Gerry began to brighten up perceptibly as he lapped at his
brothers now experienced asshole and fed his cock in, with
just the teeniest bit of grease.



The next morning I went down to the railroad yard and
knocked on Big Hammer Hank’s front door.  He opened it and
smiled knowingly. “So you dropped by to get fucked,” he
observed.



“Not at all,” I countered.  “I have a little favor I’d like
you to do for me.”  I explained the situation to him, how
one of my boys wanted the feeling of a cock up his ass, and
his brother was unable to rise to the occasion.  “Will you
do it?” I pleaded.



“Sure. Why not?” He said.  “I don’t mind fucking the tight
little ass of a pretty young boy.  I’ll do it for you.”  He
was so good natured.



“That’s wonderful.” I gave a sigh of relief.  “Gerry will be
so happy.  And I want to invite you over for a nice family
dinner.  Be at my house around five p.m. and I’ll give you a
nice home cooked meal.  I bet you haven’t had good home
cooking for a long time.”



“I sure haven’t. I’ll definitely be there.”  I gave him the
address and left.  I spent all day cooking a nice pot roast,
with roast potatoes, and fresh cooked string beans flavored
with bits of ham.  The boys came home from school, and I had
them do their Divinity lessons in the parlor without me.  I
was too busy cooking for Hank to pray.  I gave a brief
thought to trying to expand the family and moving Hank
permanently into the house, but that would never work.  He
was too independent. He was not a family man.



At five p.m. exactly Hank rang the doorbell.  I let him in
and sat him down in the parlor to get acquainted with the
boys, while I got the dinner on the table.  After dinner we
all went upstairs to the double bed, and all the boys
stripped down.  When Hank dropped his underpants, both Gerry
and Terry gasped.  They had never seen such a big thing.
Even semi-hard it dripped halfway down his thigh.  I saw a
little look of anxiety cross Gerry’s face.  That was the
cock that was going to go into his ass.



“Which one of you boys is the one who wants to get fucked?”
he asked.



“That’s me,” said Gerry raising his hand.



“Well, get over here and get down on your knees and put your
mouth on my big hammer.  I got to get it real hard if you
want me to get into that tight virgin hole.” Gerry knelt
before Hank and began tonguing the torture instrument,
watching it stiffen up to incredible proportions.  It was so
thick he had trouble getting his jaws around it.  In a very
short time it was like a tree trunk.  Hank lifted Gerry on
to the bed and laid him on his stomach.  He crooked his
finger at me, as he knelt on the bed above my son, and I
brought over the lube with which he generously coated the
enormous plunger.  He brought it to the opening of Gerry’s
hole, and it wouldn’t even go in.  He put some lubricant on
his fingers and worked them into Gerry’s ass one by one.
Then he grabbed his rod and tried again.  I could see the
tight flesh struggling against his incursion, and then the
head slowly began to get through the protesting sphincter
muscle.  Gerry moaned.  This was a moan of pain.



“I don’t think I can take it,” Gerry said, tears running
down his cheeks.



“You got to take it now, boy.  You got me all heated up, and
I gotta work it off.”  He forced it in a little more.  Now
that it was in, it was moving down into Gerry, but I could
see it was torture for Gerry.  He didn’t even work his ass.
He just lay there passively as Big Hammer Hank hammerfucked
him.  He was biting his lower lip, and his face was twisted
in pain.



Gerry.



Christ.  This guy was absolutely gonna kill me.  I was
probably all bloody already.  I wished he would just shoot
out his load and get the hell off of me.  Why had I asked
for this?  I didn’t like it at all.  I didn’t think I’d even
like it with a smaller cock in my ass.  Now I knew I was
definitely a fucker.  I would never like getting fucked.



Hank.



I could tell the kid just hated it.  And frankly it wasn’t
any fun for me either.  His tight ring was just about
pinching my dick to death.  It was hurting me.  “I’m sorry,
kid,” I apologized. “But I gotta finish.  I gotta cum.”
Suddenly I heard a voice from the bottom of the bed.



“I’ll do it,” said the other kid.  “I’m more used to getting
fucked.  You can fuck me instead of Gerry.”   The one under
me peered around at the volunteer, giving a weak grateful
smile.



We did the switch and I got the other kid under me.  It was
a little easier getting inside, but it was still a very
tight fit, and as I got nearer and nearer to getting the
base inside, I could see he was suffering.  And his anal
rubber band was also cutting off my circulation. But I had
to cum, and I just started hammering it into him.



Terry.



Christ.  What had I gotten myself into?  They were going to
have to drive me to a hospital after this and it would be
very embarrassing when the doctor’s asked, “And just how did
the boy tear up his asshole?”  The thing was digging up into
my small intestine.  But at the same time I liked the feel
of the heavy hairy body covering me, and the massive arms
surrounding me. I just hoped he was gonna cum quick.  I
couldn’t take too much more of this.



Gerry.



I stood at the foot of the bed and watched those enormous
ass cheeks humping up and down on top of my brave brother.
He was doing this for me.  What a guy! I loved him so much.
I felt a little guilty for getting us into this, but I swore
I would make it up to Terry any way I could.  The large
trunk was entering and leaving and reentering my brothers
beautiful ass hole. The bowling-ball balls were smacking
against Terry’s pretty balloons.  It was kind of sexy to
watch.  Then I could see Hank was getting ready to expel his
seed into my brother’s unfertile soil.  Terry started
working his ass as best as he could to stimulate the fucker
and get the cum out of him.  Then it would be over.



Hank.



The kid’s ass was working on my dick now and it felt
terrific.  I could overlook the brutal elastic tightness if
it was a great cum, and it was going to be.  My cock
suddenly thought it was in heaven, and I fucked into the
little ass.



Terry.



Thank god.  He was ready to come.  I squeezed the oversized
rod as best as I could.  I didn’t have a lot of spare room
in there to tighten my ass around him very much.  Jesus.
The damn thing was getting even bigger, but it was ready to
explode.  And then it did. And gobs and gobs of Hankjuice
poured into me.  The juice felt pretty good.  It was
soothing my tortured membranes.  I waited for him to get
that thing out of me, and then all the glop started pouring
out down the insides of my thighs, and my ass was making
ugly noises.  I knew my face must be red in embarrassment,
so I buried it in the pillow.  When Hank was dressed, mom
escorted him downstairs.  Gerry climbed on the bed next to
me and we hugged each other. He kissed my lips.  Just a
sweet tender kiss. Not a hot French kiss.  We wrapped each
other in our arms, and I lay my head on his shoulder, as he
caressed me.  “I really appreciate what you did for me,
Terry.  You’re the best brother in the whole world.  I
really love you so much.”



“Not as much as I love you,” I assured him, and we just
kissed and cuddled in the double bed until we fell asleep.
No more fucking tonight.  Tomorrow was another night, and it
would not be wasted. I would have my twin’s twin cock inside
my boy cunt again. And I would have it there every night
thereafter.



Evelyn.



What a spectacle!  I was sorry that my boys had suffered so,
but it was really something to see.  A skyscraper-sized dick
going into each of my boy’s tight backdoors.  And I loved to
watch fucking anyway.  It was almost as good as getting
fucked, and before he left, I promised Hank that I would
come over the next morning and spread my legs for his big
hammer. I could take it, even if Gerry and Terry couldn’t.
I was just like all women. Nothing but a whore.  I couldn’t
help myself.  But at least my boys would be spared feminine
wiles.  They really loved just fucking each other.  They
didn’t need anybody else.  They would never need anybody
else.  They would stay with me as I grew older, and every
night they would climb the stairs to their double bed, and
Gerry would sink his cock into Terry’s ass, and Terry would
know there was nothing better in the world than Gerry’s
cock.  I think I could say that they were now virtually one
body and one soul.  More together even than any Siamese
twins.  They were joined at the genitals.  I had
accomplished what I set out to.  I had led my boys down the
road of righteousness, and I had taught them good family
values.-----  Family values.  That’s what it’s all about.
Isn’t it?