Rahim and Sterling's eyes shot open in stunned bewilderment when they saw their Mom emerge from the hallway, wrapped in a tight fitting blue towel, only to be followed by the same white woman they had themselves, fucked an hour or so earlier. Both boys sighed from the implication of the scene in front of them as Ida crept up behind Deloris, looking as if she were a scared child in the taller black woman's wake.
"Jesus Christ," Rahim mouthed, just loud enough for his Brother beside him to hear.
"Mom fucked her too?"
"SHIT," Sterling replied wondrously.
"Not quite boys," Deloris mockingly scolded, overhearing what her sons were saying. "I was in the bathroom cleaning up the mess you guys left all over her...you should be ashamed."
Both boys quickly looked at each other with feigned outrage at their Mother's bitchy remark.
"You all made a Hell of a mess with this damn living room too...think you both have enough energy left to at least clean up that mess...Huh," Deloris asked with slightly more poignancy.
Before either of her sons could rebuke her, Deloris waved her hand and said the clean up could wait. "If you guys got anything left in your tank...I got a better idea of how to burn it."
Smiling broadly from their Mom's lustful insinuation, Sterling and Rahim each dropped their hands to their crotches and squeezed the family jewels tightly as they watched Ida's tiny body shiver with a mix of fear and anticipation, beside a now cocky Deloris.
Cracking open a fresh can of malt liquor, Rahim nodded to his Brother and the two boys rose to their feet.
"Did you clean her completely out?" Rahim cockily asked his Mom.
"Well...maybe not completely out," Deloris smiled back. "I might have left a little for later."
Each young man took a turn planting a sensuous kiss on Deloris's lips before turning their hungry gazes on Ida, licking their lips at the thought of getting another crack at her petite and exhausted body.
* * * * *
Having been through the most arduous mental and physical turmoil of her long life, Ida stood mortified in the entrance of the Franklin's hallway as Sterling and Rahim got up from their seats and kissed their half naked Mother squarely on the lips. Ida swore she could see a twinkle in Deloris's dark eyes as she watched her sons approach and everything she had told Ida in the bathroom earlier about her relationship with her sons, vividly came to life.
Fidgeting openly as first Sterling, then Rahim, greeted their mom with a lot more than a peck on the cheek, Ida weakly whimpered when she realized all three Franklins had trained their collective eyes and leering, wolf-like grins, right on her.
* * * * *
Sensing the hungry expressions that were burning across her sons' faces, Deloris leaned over and took Rahim by the arm. Lifting herself up on her tippytoes to whisper into her oldest son's ear, she quietly told him to walk over to Ida, then pick her up with Sterling's help, so they could jointly carry the older woman back to the master bedroom.
Rahim squeezed his crotch wantonly and felt his insides sizzle when he heard his Mom lay out her plan. Tapping his Brother on the shoulder, Rahim quickly informed Sterling about the idea before they jointly turned and made the short walk towards Ida's paralyzed frame.
* * * * *
Rahim and Sterling walked down each side of the narrow hallway with Ida sandwiched between their muscular arms. Ida's towel clad body rested comfortably between the two boys' hulking bodies as they carried her towards their Mother's darkened bedroom. Both boys couldn't help but steal an occasional glance down at the way Ida's small titties bounced back and forth inside the loosely wrapped towel as they neared the threshold of Deloris's bedroom.
Deloris closely followed the flesh train in front of her and could feel her libidinal urges buzzing painfully as her two sons carried Ida Morgan into the lair of her room and then deposited the Avon Woman's limp body right on the center of the bed.
Just as Ida's back hit the covers, Deloris flipped on the light switch, illuminating the quaintly decorated room in time to see her sons hovering over top of her crisply made bed.
"MMMM," Rahim and Sterling each groaned in relief as the weight of Ida's body dropped from their arms onto the soft covering below.
Stepping back slightly, both boys looked back at their Mom for a silent cue of approval. When they each side the fiery twinkle in her dark eyes, Rahim looked across the bed at Sterling and nodded for him to remove the blue wrap that barely covered Ida's freshly showered body.
Twisting the cotton fabric of Ida's towel in his hand, Sterling ripped the bulk of it out from underneath the prone woman's body until her naked tits spilled free. Reeling in the final few inches of fabric, Sterling looked up and saw the sadistic glow into his Brother's eyes, when Ida's complete nakedness was revealed.
"Kiss her Boys," they heard their Mother say from the foot of the bed. " I bet you didn't show her a bit of affection when you plowed her lily white ass earlier, did you?"
Sterling and Rahim each cast a weary smile back at Deloris, knowing she was correct in her assessment. Dutifully bending down to follow his Mother's order, Rahim took his place on the right side of the older woman's flat body, lustfully swiping his wide and wet tongue into Ida's sensitive ear before slipping it over her earlobe, across her juggular vein and then down her soft shoulder.
Eighteen year old Sterling repeated the exact same path as his Brother down the left side of Ida's body, first gritting his front teeth together on Ida's earlobe before harshly whispering into the older woman's ear.
"You think we fucked you hard before, Lady...You ain't seen nothin' yet!"
Both brothers worked their tongues down Ida's tense torso with hungry abandon, freely partaking of her sagging breasts, swirling their tongues up and down her pale, sweaty cleavage and then tracing their superheated mouths over Ida's round belly, teasing the married woman's ticklish flesh until she had turned into a quivering mass of cream colored matter on Deloris Franklin's bed.
With both her sons' lips lavishly drooling over the line of Ida's waist, Deloris could tell they were aiming steadily downward, toward the blonde fury V of the Avon Woman's privates.
