Brian Laver
More than a mother
CHAPTER ONE
Bobby Arnold was tightening the nuts on his bicycle wheel when he heard the girl's voice.
"Are you sure no one will come by here?"
"I told you, my mother's busy in the house and my brothers aren't home."
Bobby recognized his brother Carl's voice, and he was with one of the many girls who regularly fucked him. Carl was eighteen, and Bobby wished he were that old, too, if it would mean tie could get laid. At eighteen, he was still a virgin, even though he tried his damnedest to get his prick between the wet lips of same chick's cunt.
He heard footsteps and figured that his brother was bringing the girl into the garage where he was fixing his bike. Suddenly, he had an inspiration. Jumping to his feet, he scrambled behind a wheelbarrow and crouched down. His heart rounded when he heard two sets of feet patter into the garage. The door of the family car opened, and then slammed shut. Bobby waited a few minutes before he dared lift his head to see what was going on.
Just as he expected. Carl's head was pressed against a head of long brown waves. They were kissing and Bobby's cock immediately got hard in horny jealousy. He knew he would be able to watch if he were a little careful. The two in the car would be too busy to notice him lurking around.
From where he was, Bobby could only see their heads and he would have to get a better vantage point. There was a workbench near him, and from there he could climb right into the rafters of the garage. He would have to be quiet, or his brother would probably beat the shit out of him for watching. It was worth the dangers involved, though. Bobby climbed up on the bench and crouched in the shadows.
Now he could see his brother's hand caressing the big swell under the girl's jersey. Carl looked a lot like Bobby, and Bobby found it easy to pretend that it was him in the car with that girl. His hand formed a cupped shape as he imagined what it would feel like to have a warm, soft tit in it. He hoped his brother would get a lot from that girl because he could at least share the action as far as looking went and in his horny condition that was quite a lot.
When Bobby saw his brother pulling the girl's tight jersey up over her big jugs, his heart leaped and his head got dizzy. The twin mounds curved so deliciously to their pink tips that Bobby was sure he'd never seen anything so beautiful. When his brother lowered his head and took one of those pink nipples into his mouth, his blond hair fell over the tit and obstructed Bobby's view, but the sight of seeing his brother sucking that tit was exciting enough.
After sucking the girl's tits for a while, Carl lifted his head. Bobby could see how wet the tits were from the kissing and sucking they'd received. Bobby's own mouth was watering in hunger, but he would have to content himself with watching.
The bodies in the car began squirming and lifting, and it was clear to the hidden spectator that they were struggling to get their pants off. Bobby was wild with excitement. He was jealous of his brother but he was rooting for him, too. He had never seen somebody get fucked, and since that was almost all be ever thought about, he was anxious to see the real thing. The pants were thrown into the front seat, and Bobby stood so he would get a good view.
The girl was pushed down on her back. Before her body was covered with Carl's, Bobby saw her tits flatten slightly on her chest. Her knees were sticking up and spread. Over the horizon of the sill of the window, Bobby could see her ass and muff. The sight of a wide-open cunt sent shivers of excitement through the young voyeur.
As he peered through the window, the girl's crotch was eclipsed by his brother's bare ass. The young kid watched his brother maneuver his hips so his cock would find the wet cunt-lips waiting for him. Cad's ass lifted, and then lowered with such a low, sensual movement that Bobby knew he was sinking his cock deep into the girl's pussy. He could almost feel the cunt on his own cock as his brain strained to imagine what it would feel like.
Now he could see both asses, but the cunt was out of sight. His brother's balls were swinging back and forth as he pumped his rod in and out of the girl's pussy. As the pumping motion speeded up, sounds of passion drifted through the cool air of the garage. Bobby knew immediately what the noises were, and they increased his lust to the point where he had to unzip his fly and fish out his own cock.
He was so hot that his fingers on his prick nearly made him pop his wad. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and copied the pumping motion of the two asses in the car. He had to restrain himself from going too fast because he wanted to come at the same time his brother shot his load into that chick's cunt. That would make it more exciting somehow, he thought.
Every time the asses thrust together, Bobby slid the loose skin of his prick back. They were increasing their pace, and Bobby was beginning to feel the swirling waves of pleasure flow through him. His mouth dropped open and he gasped for air silently. The fuckers in the car didn't have to worry about being quiet, and grunts and moans of pleasure were now flooding from the opened windows.
Bobby saw his brother's ass jerk spasmodically as his own prick jerked in his fist. A white bullet of jism rocketed across the garage and almost hit the side of the car. Other gobs of jism followed, and made a trail of pearls from the masturbating boy to the middle of the garage. He kept his eyes on his brother's bucking ass until it was still. He'd timed it just right. Now they were all spent, but Bobby had the problem of getting out of sight.
He stuffed his cock back into his pants and began climbing. He crawled up into the rafters where he could still see into the car window a bit, but wouldn't be noticed when the fuckers got out of the car. He was surprised to see his brother lying on top of the chick for such a long time, but then he figured that if he had his cock tucked into a tight pussy, he would be reluctant to take it out, too.
Finally his brother dismounted. Bobby couldn't see the girl's tint from where he was now, but she soon sat up and he had a nice view of her tits again. When she pulled her pants up, he got a farewell shot of her pussy. He knew he would have to remember the sight, because he didn't know when he might get to see one again.
Even though he was high above the car, when the door opened and Carl and the girl stepped out, Bobby was scared he might be caught. He tried to be quiet, but he was so nervous that his body stiffened and his foot slipped. He felt the beam he was sitting on slide out from under his ass and he was falling.
When he landed on the barbeque grill, it made a crushing noise that was so loud that even Bobby was surprised. Carl and the chick jumped a foot off the ground. When they turned to see Bobby sprawled on the crushed grill, they had expressions of pure amazement on their faces. It took them a moment to figure out what had been going on, and as soon as they did; the girl turned towards Carl and slapped him across the face.
"You pervert!" she screamed. "I've heard about you Arnold brothers!"
Then she stormed out of the garage. Bobby was glad to see Carl go after her rather than after him.
"Dot, wait! I didn't know the little punk was up there – honest!" Carl was saying.
"Fuck you!" the girl yelled.
Bobby stood up and tried to figure out if he'd broken anything in the fall. He seemed to be all right, except that his legs were shaking, and he knew he would need them soon.
Sure enough. Carl came running into the garage right at Bobby. The younger boy ran to the other side of the car; Carl turned and moved back towards the garage door so Bobby couldn't escape.
"Come here, you little creep!" Carl was yelling. "You really fixed it with her, and she has the nicest cunt in the neighborhood."
Bobby knew his brother was mad and if he got caught he would be in for same bruises. The two boys chased around the car, then, in a desperate dash, Bobby climbed over the hood and shot out the door.
When he reached the empty lot at the end of the block, he stopped. There was no sign of his brother. He knew that Carl would cool off before long, and he would get away with a little twisting of his arm or some mild punishment. Maybe he would be able to get Don, the oldest brother, on his side and avoid all consequences.
The three boys were always fighting among themselves, but that was okay. They were really friends, and if Bobby or any one of them had trouble from some other kid, they were always ready to join in a common defense. Bobby knew he was lucky to have two older brothers even it if did cost him some lumps. After all, he wouldn't have been treated to that fuck-show if he were an only kid.
The Arnold boys were all blond, tall and slim, but Bobby was the handsomest. His smooth skin and straight, sharp features made him the perfect picture of healthy youth. All the girls liked him, but so far he hadn't been able to take advantage of his good looks. His brothers looked like him, but they did very well with girls. Bobby was trying to learn from them. That's what he would tell Carl when he saw him at home. He was studying his brother's technique – not spying.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day was Saturday and the day that all the kids in the neighborhood went to the moms. The boys would go with their buddies, and the girls would go with their girl friends, but the guys would pick out a girl and ask her to sit with him. Then, with any luck, he could feel her up, and if she was a particularly hot chick, he might even wet his finger in her twat.
After watching his brother fucks that chick the day before, Bobby was determined to get some action. He'd sat with girls before, and even grabbed some tit, but he never got any farther than that. He knew who the hot chicks were, but there was always a big rush for them and they were taken early. Besides, he was sort of shy, and those girls usually went for the older guys, like his brothers.
On this Saturday, though, Bobby was raging with lust and he got to the movie theater early. He saw the girl; Carl had been standing in the lobby, but knew she wouldn't sit with him. Then he saw Patty. He'd heard stories about her, and if they were only half-true, she was a wild nymphomaniac.
She was a few years older than Bobby, but his cock was already bulging in his jeans so he walked right up to her.
"Hi, Patty," he said and wondered if she even knew who he was. "Will you sit with me?"
She didn't answer him right away and he almost wished that he hadn't asked her. Then she smiled and said yes. As they walked down the aisle together, Bobby hoped all the guys would see who he was with. They took a seat and waited for the lights to go down.
"You're Don and Carl's kid brother, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he said, wishing it would be dark soon so he wouldn't have to talk to her. He didn't know what to say, but he knew what he wanted to grab.
Patty made small talk until the movies started, but as soon as it did, she shut up and Bobby put his arm around her. He could smell her feminine body, a mixture of perfume and natural cunt odor. Her shoulders were narrow and bony, like the rest of her body, but Bobby had watched her big tits swaying as she walked down the halls at school, and now those giant jugs were right next to him.
When he reached around her shoulder, she leaned towards him. There was a big tit a few inches below his fingertips. Bobby swallowed hard and moved his hand towards the treasure. As soft tit-flesh welled up under his hand, his already-still cock began to throb. His fingers crept over the mountain of living sponginess and squeezed. He was careful not to do anything that would show his inexperience to this girl who had a reputation for fucking.
She was wearing a tight, cotton blouse and Bobby could feel her nipple under the sheer material. It was hard and puckered. He rolled it between his finger tips and pressed it into the pillow of tit. The more he played with her tits, the more she leaned over him.
Bobby wondered if he could go for the goodies in her lap yet, or if he should wait. Things were going well and he didn't want to blow it. He took her hand and set it down on his thigh. Then he put his own hand on her thigh. Now he could creep up to her crotch and she could do the same to him, if she wanted to.
He kept massaging her tit with one hand to keep her hot, while he neared her crotch with the other. It seemed incredibly hot between her thin thighs and he thought he could feel the humidity of her wet cunt already. She was wearing tight jeans and he knew her cunt would be well-covered. That would be a problem.
Meanwhile, her hand was was moving up his leg. The sensations she was causing in his balls almost made him jump out of his seat, but he forced himself to keep still. He even slid down a bit so his crotch would be easier for her to reach. When she did the same, Bobby felt a rush of excitement run through him.
He was feeling both her thighs sandwiching his fingers now that he was only an inch from her cunt. He covered that inch and pressed the spot where he knew her cunt was squeezed into her pants. The sponginess thrilled him. It was firmer than the flesh of her tits, but he could only poke at it with her pants covering her cunt like they were. He could just barely feel her crack.
As he pressed her twat and squeezed her tit, Patty covered his bulging crotch with her hand. She could feel his heart beating in his hard prick as she grabbed the twitching tool. Bobby was panting with lust. This was the first time anyone but himself had held his prick, and he was amazed at the effects. If they were anyplace but a crowded theater, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from pulling his cock out and handing it to her.
As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. Bobby felt her fingers grab the zipper that would unleash his pounding pud. He looked from side to side to see if anyone would see what was going on. There were some people sitting in their row, but they were busy grabbing and feeling each other.
He felt his jeans loosen as she lowered his zipper. Her slim, but strong fingers entered his fly and found his fat cock-head. Bobby almost creamed on the spot when he felt her touch the hot knob. He wiggled around in his seat to help her free his tool. It didn't take her long to have his prick sticking straight out with her hand wrapped tightly around it.
Bobby no longer cared if anyone saw what was going on. He even wished his brothers could see the action he was getting. He fumbled at Patty's pants, trying to open them, but he was so excited from having her hold his prick that he couldn't figure out how to do it. She popped the button opened herself with a deft movement. Now her cunt was available to his probing fingers.
Bobby slid his hand down her belly and inside her opened jeans. He felt the top of her bikini panties and tucked his fingers under it. Moving down another inch, he felt curly hairs bristling at his fingers. He couldn't believe it! Here he was with his hand touching a real, live cunt. And right in the movies!
He shoved his hand in farther, but it was getting light. He was already below the bottom of her zipper. He had to reach the crack, though, so he pushed his hand down with all his might until his middle finger found the top corner of her puffy gash.
"Lower," Patty whispered hoarsely.
Bobby shoved harder as the girl wiggled around in her seat. His wrist was hurting already, but he wanted to feel the living wetness of her pussy. They struggled until Bobby's finger was held in the envelope of her cunt-lips. Now he had reached the well of the slippery juice that was oozing from her and he could move his fingertip around without much trouble.
Bobby had heard of the magic button that could make a girl writhe with pleasure until she came just like a guy. He wanted to find that button and drive this chick wild. She was sending waves of ecstasy through him and he wanted to do his share.
He found her inner twat-lips and played with them for a while. It wasn't until he followed those lips to the spot where they met at the top of her pussy that he knew he had found the button. There was a puckered area of skin with a hard kernel buried in it, and when he pressed that kernel, Patty began shaking in her seat.
Now that she was vibrating with lust, she began doing wonderful things to his prick. She had been holding it until then, but now her fingers came alive. They crawled over the taut skin of his cock-head and slid down the shaft, scraping gently with her long nails. Bobby was dizzy with passion and he continued stirring her clit.
The two kids sat there working on each other for all they were worth. Patty was trying to muffle strange noises that were escaping from her throat, and Bobby was panting as if he'd just run a mile. He forgot that he was in a movie theater when his brain began short-circuiting with ecstasy. His cock was going to explode like it never had before.
His head fell back as thick jism began flying from his tool like a wildcat oil well. As his hips pumped and his legs shook, he kept up his clit-massaging because he could still heat Patty moaning like a wounded animal. In a minute it was all over. They went limp in their seats, and aside from their heaving chests and a few post orgasmic twitches, they weren't still.
Bobby pulled his hand out of Patty's pants and put his cock away. He was afraid to look around tar see what the reaction of the people around them might be. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and it wasn't a light feminine touch. His shirt was yanked hard and twisted. Bobby looked up and saw Bull Clark staring down at him from the row behind them. It occurred to him that he had seen Bull and Patty together a lot. He knew he was in trouble, and wondered where his brothers were now that he needed them.
"I been lookin' for you, Patty," Bull said. "Who's this punk?"
Bobby had gotten his rocks off and now he wished he could just fade away, but the hand on his shoulder wasn't letting go. People were beginning to shush Bull, some were even yelling for him to be quiet, but he kept carrying on.
"For Christ sake, Bull, shut up," Patty was saying in a hushed voice.
The girl got up and began dragging Bull down the row towards the aisle. He was still holding onto Bobby's shirt and he was getting dragged along. Bull finally let him go and Bobby crept back to his seat. Patty got Bull out of there and Bobby wondered what was in store for him when he left the theater. He tried to forget everything but the way Patty's cunt had felt to him. And the way her hand had played with his cock.
Sitting there in the dark, Bobby was lost to everything but his memory. If Bull was going to be waiting for him outside, he didn't care. He'd wet his finger in Patty's cunt and that was all that mattered. He lifted his finger to his nose and sniffed it. The odor of sweet pussy-juice filled his head.
When the movie ended, Bobby looked around for his brothers. He hadn't seen them before the lights went out, but they usually came to the show on Saturdays to grab some tit. First he spotted Carl with Jane. Then he saw Don, too. He rushed to them so he would have some protection if Bull were waiting for him.
"What was all that commotion?" Carl asked Don.
"I don't know," Don said. "I think it was that big, dumb guy, Bull, having a fight with his girl friend. I wouldn't want to mess with him."
Bobby hated to hear that, but he had to tell his brothers about his success.
"That was Bull. I was sitting with Patty and he came over and started dragging her out and tugging on my shirt. Hey, he ripped it," Bobby said as he examined his sleeve.
His brothers were looking at him in astonishment. He felt proud to be the center of attraction even though he was scared that they would have to deal with Bull. They were leaving the theater and Bobby was walking with Carl and Jane on one side and Don on the other. Bull didn't seem to be around, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't you know any better than to sit with Bull's girl friend?" Don asked.
"Well, she was standing in the lobby all alone and she looked so good I couldn't resist," he said, feeling like a big stud.
"Did you get much?" Carl asked.
Jane was still walking with them, so Bobby didn't want to go into details, but he said, "Do you want to smell my finger?"
Carl immediately grabbed his hand and smelled it.
"Hey, the punk finally cracked a cunt," he said. "Congratulations, kid."
Bobby didn't want Jane to know it was the first time he'd fingered a chick's patch, but in the light of his glorious success he felt like he was floating.
They all headed over to the soda shop and for the first time Bobby didn't feel like he was merely tagging along. When they went in, the first thing Bobby noticed was Bull and Patty sitting together in a booth. They saw him, too, and they saw he was with his two brothers. Bobby figured that as long as he had them around, he would be safe.
Carl, Jane, Don and him all sat together. They talked about the movie, but Bobby realized that he hadn't the faintest idea what it had been about. Such was the power of sex! Bobby saw Bull and Patty get up and walk out. As he watched Patty's denim-clad ass swaying out, he sniffed his finger once again and felt his cock harden. He was on the right track, he realized, and he would have to keep plugging until he got his cock into a juicy pussy.
CHAPTER THREE