Brian Laver

Hot to trot mother

CHAPTER ONE

Rose couldn't sleep. Although she'd spent the evening fucking, she was horny again. And the sounds of bedsprings creaking in the next room didn't help.

The next room was occupied by Ted, Rose's son. Ever since her husband had died years before it had been just Rose and Ted, alone together. And now that Ted was a strapping boy of sixteen, he was beginning to make his mother's horniness worse.

Rose, at thirty-five, was a gorgeous and sexy lady. Her slim figure was every bit as nice now as it had been twenty years before. Her face was classic, and her auburn hair radiant.

But she lacked what she needed to be truly satisfied: a good man. Sure, she had plenty of guys chasing her. And once a week or so she would let one of them catch her long enough for some fucking.

But her standards were high. And in a small town like Greenpeak there were only so many candidates.

So Rose dedicated her life to her son, working hard at her job as secretary, and fucking her brains out every week or so.

But lately her horniness was getting worse. She didn't know for sure, but she suspected that it might be due to the constant exposure to her son, who had become a beautiful specimen of male virility in the last year.

Now, every time she noticed a lump in Ted's jeans, indicating a hard-on, her cunt would juice up and her tits would ache to be squeezed.

So when Rose heard the familiar sounds of Ted's bed creaking to the rhythm of masturbation, her body geared up for sex. She had never been able to join her son in mutual, self-induced pleasure.