Brian Layer

Mom in the raw

(Eritic library – 2013)

CHAPTER ONE

Jim had gone to bed, the dishes were done and there was nothing left for Peggie to do but celebrate her anniversary. She sat in her favorite chair and sipped her whiskey and ginger ale as the years since her marriage seemed to play back in her memory. It had been twenty years since she married that skunk and almost fifteen since she'd seen him.

Clark had been a handsome devil, and he had swept her off her feet. Twenty years later, it was hard for her to understand how she had let herself be so foolish. She thought she could change Clark

and turn his wild boyishness into responsible manhood. Well, what the hell, she had only been seventeen at the time.

Soon after the marriage she had become pregnant and Clark began to show his true colors. As her belly swelled with the child, Clark became more and more like a child himself, so when he split shortly after Jim was born, she didn't even care. After all, one child was enough.

Peg was feeling the drinks. Some celebration: sitting home all alone and getting potted, but she was enjoying it. She had her share of fun, she still looked sensational at thirty-nine and had a lot of guys chasing her. But she was sentimental and thought it would be fun to stay home and think about those years that were passed.

She stood up on wobbly legs and climbed the stairs with her drink still in her hand. Jim had been closing his door at night for the past few years, but now Peg wanted to take a look at the boy who reminded her of that man whom she hadn't seen for almost twenty years. Jim had his father's long, lean body and his dark brown hair. Peg didn't know for sure, since he'd been dressing with his door closed lately, but she was willing to bet that he had his father's fantastic prick, too.

Peg giggled as she remembered Clark's huge cock. Was that why she'd married him? Well, it was

part of the reason. She stood in front of her son's closed door and listened. She heard his steady, deep breathing and knew that he was sound asleep. After taking another sip, she pushed open the door.

Light from the hallway flooded over the boy's bed. Peg gasped as she saw the lump sticking up under the covers right over his crotch. Jim's face was relaxed and still, but Peggie knew that he must have been dreaming about girls. As Peg stared at that lump, she was reminded more than ever of the boy's father. Judging by the prick throbbing under those covers, he had everything the old man had and maybe even more.

Through her alcohol daze, Peg felt her body tingling with lust. She was a passionate woman and now she was particularly horny because she hadn't been fucked in almost a week. She knew she would have to do something about the tickling in her cunt and the hot liquid oozing out of it.

Holding her drink in her left hand, she lifted the front of her dress and put her hand on the warm, plump mound of her pussy. Immediately, she felt the waves of pleasure that were so important to her. As the moist heat of her pussy dampened the palm of her hand, she felt drawn to the sleeping boy. Of course, she couldn't use his body to satisfy her needs, but, God, it was tempting. At least she

could look, she thought as site crept closer to him.

As she approached the bed, she could see that his prick was indeed throbbing as the covers reacted to each pulse. Peg dug her fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her hairy pussy as her whole body began to ache for release. She felt the lips of her cunt spread as they became filled with blood, and the crotch of her panties was soaking in the slippery fluid that was running from between those lips.

She pulled her hand from her crotch just long enough to slip it into the waistband of her undies, then she grabbed the naked mound. There was no other choice now but to rub herself off and she knew that she didn't want to tear herself away from the sight of her son's cock.

Right there, a few feet away from the sleeping kid, Peg slipped her middle finger up her cunt. The familiar feeling of that wet tube stretched around her finger, and the jolts of pleasure that were rising through her, made her shake and shiver with joy. She stirred her finger around in the confines of that narrow passage until she was breathing so hard she was afraid she would wake the poor kid. That would be something; to have the boy wake to see his mother standing over him with her finger up her snatch.

Peg dug deeper up her cunt, massaging the wet

satin lining of that chamber. Her eyes traveled from the boy's face, where Peg looked to see if he was showing any signs of waking, to the bulging prick under the covers. He seemed to be sleeping as deeply as before, so Peg began to feel brave enough to reach out and touch that throbbing cock. She put her drink down on his dresser, took a step toward the bed and reached out.

Lowering her hand ever so slowly, Peg held her breath against the raging lust in her body. When she felt the wool cover touch her fingers, she held her hand still and felt the twitching of the cock as it beat against her. Peg's mind was reeling with the weirdness of this masturbatory session and the thrill of touching the prick that reminded her of her husband's.

The prick was throbbing with such violent jerks that Peg was reminded of the time when fucking had been new to her. The guys she fucked these days were good, but their dongs didn't have the energy and strength of the one right under her hand. Its power made Peg soar to the heights of passion.

Her finger was still diddling her cunt as she felt the action of her son's prick, but she wasn't satisfied. It she hadn't been drinking all night, she might have had the nerve to caress his cock, but in her present condition all she was concerned about

was her own lust.

Closing her fingers slightly on the throbbing lump, she thought she could feel the fat head of his prick, but she couldn't be sure.. Oh, how she wished she could reach down beneath the blankets and take the naked rod in her hand.

Peg began to feel the first stirring of an orgasm. If it weren't for the alcohol, she would have come before this, but drinking always made her last longer and usually she was glad it did. This time, though, she was afraid she was going to lose control of herself; so the sooner she came and got out of there, the better.

Suddenly, Jim began to move. In a fit of terror, Peg let go of his prick and stood back, but she was powerless to pull her hand from her cunt. Her heart almost stopped even as the passion of her masturbatory fingering was bringing her to the pinnacle of pleasure. Fortunately, the boy didn't waken. He merely settled down again, and his prick kept throbbing.

Peg was almost out of her mind with ecstasy as her orgasm mounted and she became aware of deep moans escaping from her opened mouth. In order to silence herself, she pulled one big, floppy tit out of her blouse and lifted it toward her face. Her tits were easily big enough to get into her mouth; it was one of her favorite masturbation tricks, so she

crammed it in now to muffle her cry's of pleasure.

Holding her tit in her mouth and reaming her twat kept both hands busy, so she wasn't able to touch his cock.

Peg felt her nipple stiffen in her mouth as she licked it with fast swipes of her tongue. Nibbling on it produced a pleasurable sensation. She stood there shaking with her tit in her mouth and her hand in her pants and came.

The electric current of ecstasy ran through her body, bringing incredible pleasure to every square inch of her. Her cunt felt like a sun radiating sexual bliss as a rush of rapture enveloped her. When she heard her wails of pleasure again, she pushed the tit farther into her mouth and forced herself to keep sucking. She thrust another finger up her cunt and jammed the heel of her hand on the area of her stiff clit.

Being drunk and in the grip of sexual ecstasy at the same time proved to be too much. She wobbled and fell against the boy's dresser. She didn't make too much noise and she caught herself before she stumbled to the floor, but Jim was beginning to stir again, so Peg, with her hand still working her cunt, but her tit flopping loose out of her blouse, made a quick retreat.

She staggered through the hall to the bathroom, where, closing the door behind her, she sank to the

floor and finished masturbating. There on the floor, her climax peaked and began to drain away. When she was released from her fit of lust, she remained there, trying to catch her breath and realizing what she'd done.

That was the first time she'd done anything like that and it made her wonder what was getting into her. If she started lusting after her own son she would be getting herself into something that could bring her to the verge of perversion, and she never thought of herself as anything but normal.

Still lying on the bathroom floor, another thought occurred to her. The last she'd seen of Jim as she left his room, he had been stirring and it looked like he might be on the verge of opening his eyes. Peg could imagine what she looked like as she ran from his room and the thought made her shiver. Well, what did she expect if she were going to do things like that? From now on she would have to watch her step and stay away from the boy with her uncontrolled lust even if it meant no more drinking at home.

By and by, she managed to pick herself up and pull herself together. She pulled her hand from her soaking crotch and wiped the love-juice on a tissue. Now the alcohol was stealing her common sense. Downstairs the lights and TV were on, but she was too far gone to go back down there. She could

barely manage to pull her clothes off and crawl into bed. By the time her head hit the pillow, she was well oh her way to sleep.

When Jim woke the next morning he felt great. He lay between the warm sheets as the lingering memory of his dreams made his already-hard prick tingle. He stretched, then rolled over so his cock was pressed between his belly and the mattress. He had almost decided to jerk off when he noticed that his door was open. A cold feeling went through him as he tried to imagine how the door, which he had closed the night before, was opened during the night.

His prick shriveled and he slipped out of bed. As he pulled his pants on, he saw a glass with a small amount of fluid in it sitting on his dresser. He sniffed the glass and smelled whiskey.

It was clear that his mother came into his room, left the glass and didn't close the door when she left. He wondered why..

CHAPTER TWO

Peg was already sitting at the kitchen table when Jim came in with the glass. He hadn't thought about what to say, if anything, and hoped that his mother would explain. Peg saw the glass as an omen of trouble.

"Good morning," she said with as much casualness as she could. "There's some pancake batter in the bowl and the pan's still hot."

Jim put the glass in the sink, said good morning and began making some pancakes for himself. Peg knew that she'd better say something. The boy obviously knew that she'd been in his mom.

"Did I leave that glass in your room?" she asked. "Someone did," Jim said without expression. "Yeah, welt, you know last night was your father's and my anniversary and I had a few drinks to celebrate. Before I went to sleep, I looked in on you just like I used to when you were small.

Mothers get sentimental once in a while, you know."

Peg thought it was a good speech, but she could feel her face turning red. What if the boy saw her running from his room with her hand in her crotch?

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked.

"No," he said, but Peg could tell by his tone that he felt that his privacy had been invaded.

As they ate, Jim asked his mother to tell him about his father again. It was a familiar question, and she enjoyed telling him about the man who had disappeared forever when Jim was still an infant. She told him again about how they met when Peg was still in school and Clark was a lumberjack. Site told him about how they would go for long walks in the woods and about how they in away to get married.

Telling her son these familiar stories let her relax and forget-about the night before. Of course, she didn't tell him how his father had introduced her to fucking and had changed her life forever, or

how, on those long walks, they would stop several times and fuck until the woods rang with their cries of lust. She didn't mention the fact that his fattier had the biggest and hardest cock she had ever seen until the little episode in his room the night before.

After breakfast, and the stories about his father, Jim want back upstairs. It was Saturday, so he would hang around the house for a while and then go out to find the guys. He went into his room and jumped on the bed. Jim began thinking about his mother again. He still felt uneasy about her coming into his room like she had.

He knew that he had a hard-on in the morning when he woke up, and he wondered if he might have had one when she came in. The thought had a strange effect on the boy. First, he felt embarrassed, but then it began to seem exciting. Finally, he actually hoped that he did have a boner and that it showed through the covers.

Having these thoughts made his prick stiff, and he decided to jerk off before going out. He went to his closet and began pulling his secret stash of magazines out. As he flipped through them, his cock strained against his zipper until he let it out. As he looked down at the monstrous cock, his hope that it was hard and showing when his mother came into his room came back to him. He

knew that his cock was bigger than any of his buddies' and he didn't think his mother had seen many as big.

He grabbed his prick but didn't begin jerking it just yet. First, he wanted to study the pictures of naked women in the magazine until he was panting in desire. As he looked at the tits and asses and spread crotches, he began to think of his mother's body.

She we beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Her red hair and peen eyes made her stand out in any crowd. The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders in big curls, and the way it bounced when she walked, made men turn and look as she strolled down the street.

Jim hadn't seen her naked since before he was interested in girls, but now that he thought about the way she looked when she took him to the beach or when she sun bathed in the back yard, he had to admit that her body was better-than any in the magazine he was looking through.

Funny, he thought, that she'd never turned him on before. But now his prick was growing at his mental picture of her. Her tits were enormous, he realized, as he pictured her walking across the living room in her green sleeveless top. And her ass was wide and bilk. She had a narrow waist. Yes, his mother was a real dish and that made it even

more exciting to think about her standing next to him as he slept.

As Jim wrapped his fist around his cock and began tugging the loose skin back and forth, he looked at the pictures in the magazine, but he was seeing his mother in his mind's eye.

He stared at a color picture of a spread pussy and thought of his mother's cunt. The face showing above a set of big tits, between spread, uplifted legs, became Peg's face.

As his pleasure mounted and his breathing deepened, Jim imagined that he could smell the sweet mixture of his mother's perfume and the warm scent of her body. As he tried to figure out how it would feel to shove his cock into the cunt he was looking at in the magazine, it became his mother's cunt he longed for, and he thought how her gigantic tits would make a nice pillow.

By the time his gism began to shoot from the blown-up head of his pecker, he could only think of his mother. Jim had developed his imagination to the point where he could fill in all the unknown details of the mysteries of sex, but he was determined to fill in some of those blanks with research at home.

As usual, he mopped up his spilled gism and went downstairs. He was, in for a shock this time though. That redhead with the big tits looked

different… It was like the time one of his friends had shown him a cartoon of Dagwood and Blondie that showed them fucking. The next time he saw them in the paper, he felt that he had invaded their private life. Now, after his fantasies about his mother, she looked entirely different. Her tits, that had always just been another pert of her, seemed to be waiting for his hands to caress them, and she walked across the kitchen, he imagined her upper thighs brushing together, soft skin and hair in motion.

"I'm going out now, Mom," he called.

"Will you be home for lunch?"

He said he didn't know, and left with a slam of the screen door. Peg was troubled. The night before was a little blurry in her mind, but she did remember going into his room and what she did there, and the thoughts she had. Those thoughts were still with her even though she was afraid that Jim was suspicious of her now.

Going to the window, she watched him walk down the street. His tall, slim figure looked good to her and she felt her pussy warm up. Jim's brown hair hung down over his cam and beck and bounced a he took those long strides. She had always been proud of him, but now he was suddenly becoming more, much more.

As she saw him turn the corner and disappear,

Peg knew that she had entered a new world of lust and the object of it was going to be around to keep her in constant frustration. Even as she thought that she would have to tight the attraction, she found herself climbing the stairs to his room.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she entered his room. She usually went into his room to change his sheets anti put his freshly ironed clothes into his drawers, but this time she didn't have either of those things in mind.

As she looked at his rumpled sheets her cunt began to dampen, and she tried to picture him still lying there. As she brought the scene from the night before back to her mind she was able to pretend that the boy was still lying there, but she was able to add a few imaginary flourishes. A trance of wishful imaginings began to fill her mind. The room became dark and her son appeared as if by magic in the bed.

Peg grabbed her pussy just as she had the night before and rubbed the hairy mound until her hand was soaked with the fragrant juice that was oozing from the crack. The passion that was radiating from her pussy made the daydream more and more real until every detail of the boy's body was as real as could be.

She saw again how his hard prick tented the blanket up and how it throbbed with his pulse.

Now she even had a better view of the wonderful shape of the fat head than she had when the boy was really then. Peg pulled out her tit again and pushed it up to her face. So far, everything had been the same as the night before but now she could put her imagination to work with the events that hadn't happened.

She imagined her son opening his eyes and staring at her as she continued to rub her pussy and suck her tit. She imagined that rather than act surprised or ask her what she was doing, he merely lifted the sheet and showed her his twitching cock. When Peg began to pull her clothes off, she didn't know if she were really doing it, or dreaming that she was. When she felt the cool air of the room on her naked body, she guessed that die really had undressed.

As she walked to the empty bed, she kept the dream alive by picturing Jim reaching out for her. The sheets were cold, but her mind tricked her by making them feel warmed by the boy's hot body. Peg pulled the coven over her and grabbed her pussy again, but she pretended that it was his hand cupping the wet flesh of her plump match. She imagined the feel of his huge rod, and by remembering how the boy's father's prick had felt, it was easy to pretend.

"Oh, Jim," she mumbled, "I've wanted to

have you like this for so long."

She imagined him telling her that he had longed to fuck her, too. Peg spread and lifted her knees, opening her pussy for the probing finger that was pushing through the outer-lips. She even fingered herself with the same clumsy groping that she thought a young, inexperienced boy would use. She told herself what a nice cunt she had and made it sound to her lust soaked brain like her son's voice. She couldn't remember being so excited since her husband had first shown her the splendors of sex.

Forming a prick-like shape with three fingers, Peg fucked herself with the energy that a teenage boy would exert. She imagined the weight of her son on top of her, and she massaged her own tits as he would. Peg liked to reach around a guy's hips while he was plowing his dick up her cunt and hold his tight asscheeks, so that's what she pretended she was doing, and the thought of lining that kid's ass in her hands made her lust jump higher than it already was.