Please enjoy this new chapter of Twins Score. Despite the High School setting, this particular lot of horny characters are all at least eighteen years old.
The previous chapter ended when Justin tricked him mom into thinking she was fucking his twin brother, Jason. He would have pulled it off if only he could keep his mouth shut. Now it's time for Mom to make preparations to entertain her husband's biker friends. Enjoy
—Taylor VanCannon.
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.
