(OOC -- The female character below is available. Also, as stated in the Interest Check, these "boys" are legal age, which means by Literotica standards 18+. They have been called "The Boys" or "The Riggs Boys" since they were, well, boys! They are naive -- even the one not a virgin; and, because they don't have a father around to help them grow up, they haven't in some parts of their personalities. But, don't ever view them as underage, or this RP as being about an older woman having her way with "boys". Because that's not what's happening here. Enough said, I hope.)
The Riggs Boys were always somewhere they shouldn't be, when they shouldn't be there, doing something they shouldn't be doing. Their widowed mother was often called into the high school -- and on a couple of occasions, the Sheriff's Department -- to deal with her three boys' misadventures; but there really wasn't much she could about them aside from scold them, remind them of what their father had told them about growing up to be men and taking care of their mother, then send them back out to play while she returned to one of the three jobs that were supporting her struggling family.
What Momma couldn't have known was that all of those talks with the boys by her husband, who'd been diagnosed with cancer three years earlier and died just a scant five weeks later, had been little more than him reflecting on his own wild and crazy childhood while drinking endlessly to ease the pain coursing through his body. He'd left the boys with one indelible thought: life is short, go go out their and enjoy it before it ends.
And, for those three years since, they had. They attended just enough school to prevent being expelled and spent the rest of the days running about the countryside, hunting and fishing and climbing and raising mayhem. They went just about anywhere they wanted; the hills about their home were sparsely populated, and as long as you weren't stealing or damaging their property or poaching the wildlife in their own little neck of the woods, none of the other property owners really cared if they saw you running through their woods or over the knobby hills above their homes.
Today brought Lawrence, Michael, and Charles Riggs -- otherwise known as Larry, Mickey, and Chuck, the Three Little Riggs -- out the North Pit Trail and over the Young Covered Bridge to Pritcher Creek, to a swimming hole on Crazy Lady Landon's place. Mrs. Landon had lost her husband, just as the Boys' mother had lost hers. Though the Riggs had no idea what had happened to him, they'd heard the stories about how she broken down several times in public -- once at the market, once outside their mother's church, another time during the Spring Festival -- which had led to the younger children in the community giving her the rather nasty nickname.
The Boys, of course, held their tongue in that respect, at least in public; they knew what it was like to lose some one that close, and -- despite their rambunctious natures -- they weren't about to show that level of disrespect to a grieving young widow.
Particularly one that looked that hot! Mrs. Landon, which was all the Boys had ever known her as, had been some sort of model or actress or beauty queen in her teens and early twenties. None of the boys really knew much about her past. She and her husband had only come to the community a year ago Christmas break, and by Valentines Day the town's newest fox was a widow; the Riggs rarely ever saw her and had only spoken to here twice in town. Their mother had told them to leave her be in her grief, and despite their natural desire to lay eyes on the beauty as often as they could, they'd done as their mother had said.
Until today, that was. As they approached the swimming hole, they heard a splash and stopped dead in their tracks, looking between one another anxiously.
"She's here..."
"She can't be!"
"She never comes here--"
"We never see her. That don't mean--"
"She don't even know its on her property, I bet--"
"Bull shit!"
The rapid, whispered speculation continued for a long moment until finally Larry, the oldest shushed the other two, saying, "Let's go take a look."
Mickey, the middle brother, nodded his head rapidly, but Chuck, the youngest, gestured negatively with both hands and reminded them, "Momma said no way!"
"Momma's not here!" Mickey pointed out, slapping an opened hand across his shoulder. "Grow a pair."
"It's not growing a pair," Chuck responded, slapping his brother back, "It's keeping 'em. She's crazy ... and out here alone ... and her husband had guns!"
The month the Landon's has bought the abandoned Crocker Farm, the boys had been hiking along a path that cut through the Landon's new property when the early morning silence was split open by gun fire. The Boys had hit the ground and scurried for cover, thinking they were being shot at because of the gun fires proximity. But after their hearts stopped pounding and their bladders stopped threatening to empty into their coveralls, they realized someone was target practicing.
The three snuck down the hill until they could see their new neighbor, and found him blowing the crap out bottles, barrels, and other pieces of trash that had been sitting in a private trash dump hidden in the bowels of the Crocker Farm for ages. After that, they stayed away from the property entirely until after the man's death; and even after that never went any deeper into the property than to use the trail cutting high across the foot hills or to come here to the swimming hole which was on on the opposite side from Mrs. Landon's house.
"We're here already," Larry said, already beginning to back step away from the two and toward the swimming hole. Let's just check it out."
"You mean check her out," Mickey said with a wide, knowing smile. While he knew that his older brother had been banging the sleazier of the Miller Twins, Mickey had only recently seen his first pair of naked breasts, followed by a fondling of his crotch by Lizzie Smyth. The thought of seeing Mrs. Landon in a swimming suit already had his dick swollen to the point that he was going to have to relocate it within his tightie whities to be able to walk comfortably, no matter what direction they headed.
"Momma'll be pissed if she finds out," Chuck warned but to no avail. Larry had already turned and was heading down the trail, and Mickey was now back stepping away, gesturing his little bro' to follow. Even as he fell in behind the other two, he was still mumbling, "Momma's gonna be pissed!
The swimming hole was just a couple of dozen yards away. They approached it quickly, but quietly, slowing the last few steps to peek out through the thick underbrush to the water below. But ... there wasn't anyone there. They spent a long moment bobbing their heads this way and that, searching through the gaps in the foliage for any signs of their still beautiful neighbor, but saw nothing.
"Let's go down," Mickey said, urging Larry forward with a slight push.
Larry hesitated, countering his brother's insistence with his own little shove. "Wait! We need to know for sure."
They took another long moment to search the area, then Larry stood and parted the bushes before him. There was no one there. The splash obviously hadn't been Mrs. Landon. Larry looked between the others, hen jerked his head with a smile. "Let's go swimmin'."
"Yeah," the other two said together.
The three pushed out through the bushes and climbed down the rocks toward the water's edge. They shed their shirts and worn shoes and tossed them back up to the edge of the woods. They began ribbing one another about who was the best swimmer, who could cross the pool the fastest, who was brave enough to dive into the deep end from the high rocks above ... all of the same shit talk they engaged in every time they came here.
"You gonna make it across underwater this time, Chuckie?" Mickey teased. "Or can't ya hold your breath that long...?"
When Chuck didn't answer, Mickey looked his way to find the youngest of the Riggs staring out toward the pool with his eyes and mouth wide open. Mickey followed the boy's gaze, his own eyes and mouth falling open as he back slapped Larry to get his attention.
"What the hell? That fucking--"
Larry's words ceased immediately as he found what the other two already had. Below them, standing in water shallow enough to reveal the pale green bottoms of her swimming suit, with her hands akimbo and her full, bared breasts pointing accusingly at them, Mrs. Landon was staring at the boys with a hard look.
The Riggs Boys were always somewhere they shouldn't be, when they shouldn't be there, doing something they shouldn't be doing. Their widowed mother was often called into the high school -- and on a couple of occasions, the Sheriff's Department -- to deal with her three boys' misadventures; but there really wasn't much she could about them aside from scold them, remind them of what their father had told them about growing up to be men and taking care of their mother, then send them back out to play while she returned to one of the three jobs that were supporting her struggling family.
What Momma couldn't have known was that all of those talks with the boys by her husband, who'd been diagnosed with cancer three years earlier and died just a scant five weeks later, had been little more than him reflecting on his own wild and crazy childhood while drinking endlessly to ease the pain coursing through his body. He'd left the boys with one indelible thought: life is short, go go out their and enjoy it before it ends.
And, for those three years since, they had. They attended just enough school to prevent being expelled and spent the rest of the days running about the countryside, hunting and fishing and climbing and raising mayhem. They went just about anywhere they wanted; the hills about their home were sparsely populated, and as long as you weren't stealing or damaging their property or poaching the wildlife in their own little neck of the woods, none of the other property owners really cared if they saw you running through their woods or over the knobby hills above their homes.
Today brought Lawrence, Michael, and Charles Riggs -- otherwise known as Larry, Mickey, and Chuck, the Three Little Riggs -- out the North Pit Trail and over the Young Covered Bridge to Pritcher Creek, to a swimming hole on Crazy Lady Landon's place. Mrs. Landon had lost her husband, just as the Boys' mother had lost hers. Though the Riggs had no idea what had happened to him, they'd heard the stories about how she broken down several times in public -- once at the market, once outside their mother's church, another time during the Spring Festival -- which had led to the younger children in the community giving her the rather nasty nickname.
The Boys, of course, held their tongue in that respect, at least in public; they knew what it was like to lose some one that close, and -- despite their rambunctious natures -- they weren't about to show that level of disrespect to a grieving young widow.
Particularly one that looked that hot! Mrs. Landon, which was all the Boys had ever known her as, had been some sort of model or actress or beauty queen in her teens and early twenties. None of the boys really knew much about her past. She and her husband had only come to the community a year ago Christmas break, and by Valentines Day the town's newest fox was a widow; the Riggs rarely ever saw her and had only spoken to here twice in town. Their mother had told them to leave her be in her grief, and despite their natural desire to lay eyes on the beauty as often as they could, they'd done as their mother had said.
Until today, that was. As they approached the swimming hole, they heard a splash and stopped dead in their tracks, looking between one another anxiously.
"She's here..."
"She can't be!"
"She never comes here--"
"We never see her. That don't mean--"
"She don't even know its on her property, I bet--"
"Bull shit!"
The rapid, whispered speculation continued for a long moment until finally Larry, the oldest shushed the other two, saying, "Let's go take a look."
Mickey, the middle brother, nodded his head rapidly, but Chuck, the youngest, gestured negatively with both hands and reminded them, "Momma said no way!"
"Momma's not here!" Mickey pointed out, slapping an opened hand across his shoulder. "Grow a pair."
"It's not growing a pair," Chuck responded, slapping his brother back, "It's keeping 'em. She's crazy ... and out here alone ... and her husband had guns!"
The month the Landon's has bought the abandoned Crocker Farm, the boys had been hiking along a path that cut through the Landon's new property when the early morning silence was split open by gun fire. The Boys had hit the ground and scurried for cover, thinking they were being shot at because of the gun fires proximity. But after their hearts stopped pounding and their bladders stopped threatening to empty into their coveralls, they realized someone was target practicing.
The three snuck down the hill until they could see their new neighbor, and found him blowing the crap out bottles, barrels, and other pieces of trash that had been sitting in a private trash dump hidden in the bowels of the Crocker Farm for ages. After that, they stayed away from the property entirely until after the man's death; and even after that never went any deeper into the property than to use the trail cutting high across the foot hills or to come here to the swimming hole which was on on the opposite side from Mrs. Landon's house.
"We're here already," Larry said, already beginning to back step away from the two and toward the swimming hole. Let's just check it out."
"You mean check her out," Mickey said with a wide, knowing smile. While he knew that his older brother had been banging the sleazier of the Miller Twins, Mickey had only recently seen his first pair of naked breasts, followed by a fondling of his crotch by Lizzie Smyth. The thought of seeing Mrs. Landon in a swimming suit already had his dick swollen to the point that he was going to have to relocate it within his tightie whities to be able to walk comfortably, no matter what direction they headed.
"Momma'll be pissed if she finds out," Chuck warned but to no avail. Larry had already turned and was heading down the trail, and Mickey was now back stepping away, gesturing his little bro' to follow. Even as he fell in behind the other two, he was still mumbling, "Momma's gonna be pissed!
The swimming hole was just a couple of dozen yards away. They approached it quickly, but quietly, slowing the last few steps to peek out through the thick underbrush to the water below. But ... there wasn't anyone there. They spent a long moment bobbing their heads this way and that, searching through the gaps in the foliage for any signs of their still beautiful neighbor, but saw nothing.
"Let's go down," Mickey said, urging Larry forward with a slight push.
Larry hesitated, countering his brother's insistence with his own little shove. "Wait! We need to know for sure."
They took another long moment to search the area, then Larry stood and parted the bushes before him. There was no one there. The splash obviously hadn't been Mrs. Landon. Larry looked between the others, hen jerked his head with a smile. "Let's go swimmin'."
"Yeah," the other two said together.
The three pushed out through the bushes and climbed down the rocks toward the water's edge. They shed their shirts and worn shoes and tossed them back up to the edge of the woods. They began ribbing one another about who was the best swimmer, who could cross the pool the fastest, who was brave enough to dive into the deep end from the high rocks above ... all of the same shit talk they engaged in every time they came here.
"You gonna make it across underwater this time, Chuckie?" Mickey teased. "Or can't ya hold your breath that long...?"
When Chuck didn't answer, Mickey looked his way to find the youngest of the Riggs staring out toward the pool with his eyes and mouth wide open. Mickey followed the boy's gaze, his own eyes and mouth falling open as he back slapped Larry to get his attention.
"What the hell? That fucking--"
Larry's words ceased immediately as he found what the other two already had. Below them, standing in water shallow enough to reveal the pale green bottoms of her swimming suit, with her hands akimbo and her full, bared breasts pointing accusingly at them, Mrs. Landon was staring at the boys with a hard look.
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