Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2008 06:13:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Jane Kelly <janek92006@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mrs Kelly meets the Twins

I won't bother to tell you all about myself. All you need to know is that
I am a widow, in my mid-forties, a bit plump (cuddly, I like to call it)
and the most strking feature must be my boobs: 44DD if you can visualize
that. As to my sex life, non-existent. Of course I have my toys,
carefully tucked away in my undies drawer, but otherwise zilch.
Boys. That's my obsession. I can't tell you why, but I am permanently
horny thinking about adolescent boys. They are just so DIRTY. All they
think about is sex, and they spend their time ogling girls and jerking
off. Which is fine by me. I work in the office in a boys' school, so I
know about boys. They seek any excuse to come to the office to get an
eyeful of my boobs, and that just thrills me to bits. Not that I let THEM
know that. I want to see them SUFFER! I know they will jerk off later
dreaming about my tits and how they would love to touch them, fondle
them, suck on them. Dirty boys! And I am a real teasing bitch. I always
wear blousees with a plunging neckline, and I often leave the top buttons
undone, "accidentally" of course!

But, honestly, I have never tried to seduce these horny adolescents, even
though I DREAM about their cocks as much as they dream about my boobs.
Never, that is, until Fate put an opportunity my way that was too good to
miss. Everybody knows the Tipton twins, Andrew and William. Good looking
boys, going on 15, typical gangling youths, shy and awkward in the
presence of girls, but horny as hell, of course. I can't tell them apart,
even though they live quite near me and I see them often. They have come
into the office a few times on some excuse or other, but of course really
to get an eyeful of my tits. Always a pleasure to lean forward and let
them get a glimpse down my cleavage and the exciting curves of my
breasts.

"Well, well, well. What would your mother say if she saw you now?"
Poor boys! Caught red-handed, jerking off while leafing through one of
those porn mags full of pictures of models with enhanced boobs, looking
plastic and bored. Guiltily, they tried to push their erections back in
their pants.
"Andrew, William! I am shocked! And what is this rubbish you are looking
at?"
I picked up the magazine and made a show of being shocked by all the
nudity.
I looked at the two of them, red-faced and crestfallen.
"Well, you are a pair! I wonder what your mother will say when I tell her
I found you looking at dirty magazines and masturbating over them."
I paused to see the effect of my words.
"Oh, Mrs Kelly, please! Don't tell mom. She's go ballistic. We didn't
mean any harm. We were just, you know, ......."
I smiled.
"Yes, I know, you were just doing what you dirty boys do. Well, I don't
know. I really ought to report you...."
"Please!" Pleading, begging. Really really scared, poor boy.
"Which one are you? Andrew isn't it?"
"I'm William, Mrs Kelly."
"OK. No matter. Now, let me ask you a question. What on earth do you find
exciting about THIS rubbish?"
I slapped the magazine with the back of my hand. Dismissively.
No reply. Tongue-tied. I visualised their erections shrinking inside
their pants, all passion gone.
"You know these breasts aren't real, don't you?"
They looked at me stupified, uncomprehending. Clearly they knew nothing
of breast enhancement, silicone implants and all the phoney stuff that,
thank god, I had no need of! Not with my 44DDs sticking out proudly, like
those figureheads you see on Viking longships.
"They aren't real, those models have operations to put stuff in their
boobs to make them bigger."
I paused again.
"MIne ARE real."
I cupped my breasts and lifted them, pushing them together to emphasise
my cleavage. The twins gawped, and I imagined their adolescent cocks
stirring into life again.
"Anyway, Andrew and William, you are not interested in MY breasts, I'm
sure" -
(nothing could have been further from the truth, the boys were now
pop-eyed with lust) - "but, really, don't waste your time on this
rubbish."
I tossed the magazine to the ground, knowing they would retrieve it once
I had gone.
"Just tell your mother I will call her this evening to arrange a visit."
"No, please, Mrs Kelly! PLEASE. NO! She'll kill us!"
"You mean, she doesn't know that you masturbate?"
"No, Mrs Kelly. Honest."
I doubted that. Mothers ALWAYS know when their adolescent boys start to
enjoy their cocks!
"Well, I will have to think about it."
Another pause to keep up the tension. Then:
"Come back to my house with me now, and we will discuss it."

And that was how I found myself sitting opposite two repentant
schoolboys. I was loving every minute of this!
"Now, you two," I began as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, "would you like
to see REAL breasts? Not those plastic things. Not pictures but the REAL
thing."
I shucked off my blouse and reached behind to undo the clasp of my bra.
The boys just stared unbelieving. Could this really be happening?
"Now, before I take off my bra, I want you to promise me that you will
stop gawping at porn mags. Same goes for the internet. Deal?"
They nodded, not looking into my eyes but straight at my bra which now
hovered loosely, ready to fall away.
"Good boys! Now, I want you to take your cocks out and hold them. Not
jerk off or anything, just hold them."
Silence. Panic. They had not expected this. Thoughts of escape. And
then...thoughts of how nice it would be to hold your cock while you got
an eyeful of Mrs Kelly's boobs, the most talked-about pair of tits in the
whole school.
"Come on, you two, don't be shy! And if I am going to show you my
breasts, surely you can show me what BIG boys you are!"
I looked from one to the other. It is quite disconcerting to look at
identical twins - it's like you are seeing double. Which I guess you are.
And I then got a double dose of their boycocks as they unzipped and
flicked out their cocks in that easy way that boys have.
I looked at their precious weapons. Mmm, quite pretty. Not exactly
flaccid either. Some growing excitement here, I thought. GOOD!
"Bless you both. You are good boys, even if you are dirty boys!"
They relaxed a little then, and even managed a smile.
"OK. A deal's a deal. Would you like me to take off my bra?"
Nods, grunts, uh-huhs. I guess their voices were too strangled to say
something simple like "yes."
"Very well, here goes!"
I am no striptease artist. Being fat and forty-something, I am just a
heavily built bosomy female with more cellulite than I care to admit to.
But I did my best, and the effect on the boys was electric. I began to
fear that they might have a heart attack or a seizure. For the first time
in their young lives, they were looking at a real woman, real breasts.
And so close they could have reached out and touched them!
"Do you know what I really really love?" I said, cupping my breasts again
and pinching my nipples to make them stand out.
"I really love when a boy shoots his load all over my boobies!"
Stunned silence once more.
"You mean......?" Andy - or was it William - couldn't complete the
sentence.
"Exactly! Didn't you know that? Didn't you know that women LOVE to have a
boy's cum splashing all over their boobies so they can massage it in?
It's the most wonderful feeling and it's good for a woman's breasts too."
I looked down, they were gripping their cocks, but showing only the
smallest signs of tumescence. I guess that's what fear does for a boy!
"No need to be afraid, you two! Look at my boobs and start to jerk off
for me. If it helps, think that I am a picture in one of your porn mags.
Come on!"
I waited. They hesitated.
"Listen, you two dummies! I won't tell your mother, I promise. Let's just
have a little fun together. Now, come on! You know how to make your cocks
hard, don't you? You know how to jerk off? You know how to shoot a load
of hot boycum, don't you?"
Pause.
"Can we touch them?"
Cheeky little devil!
"OK, you can play with them, but only if you promise me you will keep
stroking your cocks, and you will cum all over my boobs when you are
ready. Deal?"
"Deal!" they said in chorus.

And that is how Mrs Kelly met the Tipton twins. I know I am a cumslut, I
admit it. I just get tingly all over watching boys jerking to orgasm and
covering me with their warm creamy boyseed. And did those boys jerk! Once
they had overcome their initial shyness, the two of them feasted on my
boobs like they were going to disappear any minute: kneading them,
palping them, weighing them in their palms, pinching the nipples, then
kissing them and sucking them. And all the while their free hand was a
blur as they jerked off. And me? I was in HEAVEN. Ask any woman! Two
horny boys playing with your boobs and then preparing to shoot their cum
all over them - magic! I think that first time with Andrew and William,
everyone was satisfied.

Of course they didn't keep their mouths shut and the news that Mrs Kelly
would put out for any boy who would cum over her tits spread like
wildfire thru the school. OK, I lost my job. I had to resign before I was
pushed. But it was worth it. Ever since, I have had a regular supply of
boys willing to come round and do what I want and what they want. It's a
mutually beneficial arrangement, as you might say! You think I made all
this up? You think it is just my fantasy? Look at my tits: still firm,
and the skin texture is resilient, silky - the only way you can keep your
tits in that condition is by a regular application of boycum. Believe me,
I know!

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