Brian Layer

Tempting mother

CHAPTER ONE

Pat told Carl to be quiet as he wrapped his hand around her fat tit. Bob, Pat's son, was asleep, and she didn't want him wakened by the sounds of her fucking. Pat and her date had just seen a movie and were in the mood for some sex. They usually went to Carl's place, but this time they decided to come to Pat's because it was so much closer and they didn't want to wait any longer than necessary to start fucking.

Pat led the way into the bedroom with Carl hanging onto her bouncing tits. As soon as they were in her room, he began pulling her clothes off. His clumsy fingers fumbled at her buttons until her tits were sticking out into the room. Carl pushed Pat down on her bed and lowered his head to the twin mounds of shimmering tit-flesh.

Letting the weight of his head be supported by the firm globes, Carl sucked her silver-dollar-sized nipple into his mouth. As he sucked his hand snuck up her dress, following the smooth skin of her inner thigh to the moist junction of her crotch. The nylon of her undies felt hot and wet as Carl pressed the fat lips of her cunt through the material.

He slipped his fingers into the tiny garment and into the tangle of curls that covered the slavering pussy. His fingers found the slot of slippery, pink flesh that lined that juicy twat, and crept in. Pat grabbed his head and pulled his face to hers. Their mouths came crashing together in a wild kiss and their tongues charged into each other's mouths.

Having her cunt entered by a few fingers was all that Pat needed to get her started on the path to ecstasy. A path that wouldn't end until she was reduced to a mass of sweaty, exhausted and wrung-out flesh. She spread her legs as the fingers in her started up her drooling cuntal tube.

Pat reached for Carl's pants and began tugging at his belt buckle. She was dying to get at the stiff rod she knew was waiting for her. With his free hand, Carl helped her release his throbbing tool. They continued tongue-wrestling until Carl just had to get up to undress. Pat lay back and watched him pull his clothes off in a frenzy as she tugged her skirt and undies off.

When Carl's hard cock sprang out of his pants as he lowered them, Pat gasped at the sight. Although she'd seen it several times before, the size and motion of the shaft started her heart pounding. Carl stepped out of his pants and stood naked at her feet. He helped her pull the wad of skirt, undies and panty hose from her feet, and she was equally nude.

Pat held her arms out toward Carl and he dropped himself down beside her on the bed. As they embraced, his cock pressed against her side. It was always a thrill to feel a naked body pressing against her, and Pat's cunt began drooling even more copiously. They pressed their mouths together again and tasted each other's saliva.

Carl's hands were moving over her firm tits, and Pat's hands slid over the hard surface of his muscular body. As her fingers neared his prick, where it was sandwiched between them, he rolled over enough to let his cock stand free and clear. Pat's fingers closed in on the swollen pole. Like a kid climbing a tree, Pat's fingers climbed Carl's jerking prick. Over the veiny shaft to the bloated head, her fingers caressed their way up the giant dong. She squeezed the blood from the prick-nob and felt it fill again as she released her tight grip. It. wasn't easy for her to resist telling him to shove his cock up her right away, but she knew it would be worthwhile to wait. When she was nearly crazy with desire, that cock would have its ultimate effect.

Carl moved down her body so his face was at her tits, where he took over the task of tit-play with his lips and tongue. He moved his hand down the silky surface of her flat belly until he felt the carpet of twisted and intertwined hairs. Continuing down between her legs his fingers covered the gash that was open and running with hat syrup.

Passion had filled Pat's cunt with blood and forced the lips apart, exposing her wiggly inner lips to Carl's palm. He cupped the juicy organ and squeezed it. He could feel the juice covering his hand. As he gobbled up as much tit as he could stuff into his mouth, he slipped his middle finger up her twat. Pat's whole body reacted to the intruding finger; she tensed, gasped, then relaxed. 000 10 Carl's finger was swimming in a sea of slippery, satiny cunt interior. He felt all around in there, then reached as far as he could up her cave. He couldn't reach the end with his finger, but he knew his cock could reach, and he remembered how she had squirmed the last time he had plunged his shaft to the apex of her tunnel.

After reaming her twat with his finger for a while, Carl continued his journey down her body. Although his tongue was even shorter than his finger, he knew it would have effects on her that his fingers and prick could never achieve. Besides, he loved the way her hot pussy felt, on his face as he pressed his tongue up the salty chamber.

Pat knew she was going to experience the sheer joy of Carl's cunt-lapping, and her pussy increased its flow at the thought of what was to come. When she felt his face burrowing into her pubic patch, she spread her legs farther and pushed her twat out as far as she could. As the hot snake of his tongue entered her, Pat sucked her breath in sharply and held it in for a few seconds before letting it out in a long, satisfied sigh.

Carl drove his tongue around in her twat with all the skill of a veteran muff-diver. Pat's hips began gyrating automatically and her cunt made little circles as it pressed against Carl's mouth. The more he lapped, the wilder Pat swung her cunt around, until Carl had to hold on to her hips just to keep his tongue in the slot.

Little cries of pleasure became louder and more wanton as Pat's lust mounted within her. Soon she 000 thrashing her head back ad forth in a spasm of ecstasy. Carl kept up his tonguing until she lifted her hips and pulled her Nat from his reach. He scrambled up beside her and held her in his arms as she trembled in past-orgasmic bliss.

Carl was in a fit of passion and was eager for Pat to be ready for his cock to fill her pussy. It didn't take long for Pat to recover and she was reaching for his prick and pulling him on top of her. Her gash was a swamp of love-juice and Carl's saliva, so his prick glided into the oven like a ball bearing dropped into a pool of quicksand. He plunged his cock deep into her quim and let it lie there in the heat and wetness before he began pumping.

M he raised and lowered his ass, his cock pistoned up and down her tight tunnel. Pat's cunt was still tingling from the cunt-lapping she's received, and the huge prick instantly turned her into a lusting animal. Holding Carl around his big body, she lifted her legs and clasped her feet together behind his back. Wit the timing of a musician she pumped her own hips in counter motion to his so his cock could chug in and out with maximum speed.

Pat listened to the breathing in her ear. Her stud was getting close to coming. She could tell by the fast, trembling breath. When he began to grunt softly, she clamped his cock tighter in her cunt and gave him an extra thrill. She felt his cock spasm in the grip of her pussy, and the hot cream seared her tender insides.

The two fuckers weren't the only ones to be getting off in that dark house. Bob, Pat's son had heard his mother and her date come in. His keen ears followed them into the bedroom and monitored all their actions. He heard his mother's high voice as she moaned in rapture as her cunt was licked. In his mind's eye he saw the whole show.

Naturally the sounds made his own cock stand. The sheet that covered his burning body looked like a white circus tent as his cock held it high. As his mother's sounds of lust filtered through the wall that separated his room from hers, he reached for his cock and held it in a tight fist.

The only type of sex Bob ever had was the type he was about to have again. He'd been jerking off for several years, since a friend of his had told him about it. But a day hadn't gone by since that first orgasm that he hadn't wished with all his might that he could stick his hard cock into the mysterious cavern between a girl's legs.

Bob strained his earn and began moving his fist up and down on his joint, dragging the loose skin up over the fat head, then down until his cock was taut and his hand was pressing on his big balls. He tried to imagine what it would be like to be in the place of that lucky guy in his mother's bed. He could only approximate the sensation since he had never experienced more of a woman's body than a few quick feels of young tits.

The idea that some guy was lying naked with his mother, and feeling her big tits on his bare chest while free to explore every nook and army of her gorgeous body was absolutely incredible to him. The reality of the situation seemed too good to be true.

Bob heard his mother's moaning rise to a pinnacle of lust, and he followed the sound with his pumping fist. When she was expressing the frenzy of a coming, cunt-lapped sex fiend by her wild wails, Bob was sharing her pleasure. His cock was bucking and burning, and soon a fountain of gism was leaping from the tip of it.

It was fascinating jerking off to the sounds of his mother's lust, but the climax was spoiled by the jealousy he felt toward the guy who was getting the real thing. As he lay in bed in horny madness, he plotted ways to get what he longed for so desperately. If his mother fell asleep before her boy friend left, he could wait for the guy to leave, then crawl into his mother's bed and pretend to be the guy and fuck her.

It was a silly plan and he knew he could never get away with it. He could never even try, but it was exciting to think about. As Bob amused himself with these thoughts, he heard the sounds of lust starting up again. He grabbed his rising cock and pumped himself off to another orgasm to the beat being generated in the next room.

He would have to get laid pretty soon, he knew, or he would go crazy with horniness. There and then he promised himself to devote all his energy to getting fucked. He would ask every girl he knew out, and try as hard as he could to crack the crack barrier. That was a comforting thought, and as he d00fted off to sleep he successfully prevented himself from remembering that he'd made that same promise to himself a dozen times before without any result.

CHAPTER TWO

The next morning at breakfast Bob was sullen. Call had disappeared sometime during the night, but the memory and jealousy remained. Pat noticed her son's mood but didn't comment on it-probably because she suspected what might have caused it. She always tried to muffle her sounds of sexual joy when fucking at home, but she was never able to and she knew the walls were thin.

Summer vacation had started and Bob was looking forward to his freedom to get his car on the road. He'd saved enough money to buy a ten-year-old car with a blown engine, but he had no doubts that he could have it running and on the road by August.

As soon as breakfast was over, Bob went out to the yard where his car sat. There was a line of engine parts sitting on the ground to be cleaned and put back together. Before starting to work, Bob stood there and looked at his dream machine. It was a bit rusty around the edges and it needed a new convertible top, but he would have it on the road by his birthday and then he would have girls hanging off him.

He could see himself driving down the road, the car full of chicks, on their way to the beach or to a party. The girls would be at his disposal. He would even drive with his hand up their skirts or in their jerseys. From time to time he would stop and they would all climb into the back seat for a fast orgy.

In the middle of his daydream, Bob remembered the sounds he heard coming from the room next to his the night before. Then he remembered his promise to himself. He wasn't going to wait for the car to be on the road, and besides, he knew his plans for the car were a little overblown. The car couldn't get him laid; he would have to do it himself.

Bob heard footsteps and turned around. He saw Betty, a cute girl from his class at school, coming up the drive. Her long brown hair was scattered over her shoulders and her big tits were pointing out at him as she walked up the driveway. Bob's prick began to stir in his jeans as he watched those tits bounce slightly as she walked.

"Hi, Bob," she sang in her sexy voice. "How's the car coming?"

He told her it was coming along all right and wondered why she was dropping in on him like this. He usually only saw her when she was with her girl friends at the soda shop or in the playground.

"I was just passing by and saw you back here, so I decided to see what's happening," she explained as if she could sense his surprise at her visit. "Gee, are you going to put all that back together yourself?" she asked.

"Sure, it's not hard, really," Bob said in his most assured voice.

Whenever the conversation was about his car, Bob could expound on his plans and ideas with confidence. He told Betty that as soon as the car was on the road he would make sure she got the first ride. As he spoke he pictured the two of them in the front seat together. She would be sitting close to him and he would have his hand on her thigh. The mental image gave him the courage to try something he usually wouldn't have.

"Want to sit in the car with me for a while?" he asked her.

She looked at him strangely, but then said she would. They hopped into the car as if they were going for a ride even though most of the engine was lying on the ground. Bob got behind the wheel, but Betty didn't sit close to him. She sat near the door, leaning against it. Bob suddenly felt foolish, as if he'd asked her to play a silly game with him.

He almost changed his mind about the real game he was thinking about when he remembered his promise and decided to continue.

"If the car was running would you go to the drive-in with me?" he asked.

"I might," she said with a teasing air.

Bob looked at her and could tell by her smile that she probably would go to the drive-in with him. He wondered if she'd ever been there with a guy and he asked her.

"Sure, lots of times," she said. "When I used to go out with Dan, we went to the drive-in all the time."

Don was an older guy and one of the few who had a car in the whole school. Don did all right far himself and Bob used him as an inspiration for getting his own car.

"Let's pretend that we're at the drive-in," Bob said, and reached for Betty.

She stood her ground at first, but finally moved over to his side. Bob put his arm around her and held her tight. He was getting really excited about the idea of having this chick near him. After all, she had gone out with Don and everybody knew his reputation. He moved his face to hers and they kissed. Bob tightened his hold on her and she opened her mouth to admit his tongue.

She could really kiss, Bob found, and he hoped to get somewhere with her right away. He enjoyed the tongue-play for a while and gave her a chance to heat up before trying anything else. When he felt her hot breath puffing out of her nose with increasing rhythm, he took his chance. His hand, which had been on her thigh, began moving up her body. He landed on her tit and cupped his fingers around it.

Bob waited to see what she would do, and when she did nothing he tightened his grip on the knocker. He could feel the firm tit beneath her cotton jersey. It was the firmest tit he'd ever grabbed and the most exciting, or so it seemed. He felt her young nipple and noticed that it was as erect as his cock. With his fingertips, he examined the contours of the stiff nipple and the bumpy areola that surrounded it.

Bob felt Betty's hand drop to his thigh. Her hand felt warm but light. He hoped that she would move it closer to his bulging crotch. To encourage her, he moved his own hand toward her crotch. She still didn't move hers, but Bob was on his way to her cunt and there was no stopping now.

Betty was wearing tight-fitting jeans and the denim hugged her thighs like paint. When his hand reached the region of her pussy, Bob could feel the heat radiating from the treasure beneath her jeans, but the cunt was well wrapped and as his fingers pressed against it he couldn't really get a sense of touching a real pussy.

Although Bob was inexperienced, he had learned a lot by listening to the more experienced guys talking about their scores. He knew that there was a magic button in a girls cunt that would drive him nuts with passion if it was touched. Bob knew that the button was located near the front of a twat, and he poked and prodded Betty's cunt hoping to hit that spot.

If he could get her as horny as he was there would be no doubt that she would give him all she had. Bob began manipulating her cunt with more and mare energy, and when he felt her hand on his wrist, pulling his hand away from her hot crotch, he knew he'd blown it.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing, but if you keep that up I'll have too much trouble resisting later," she said.

"Why resist at all?" Bob asked. He could hear the disappointment in his own voice.

Betty didn't answer. She kissed him again and Bob grabbed her tit. It wasn't the same after being stopped, and he soon got too restless to continue massaging her tit without hope of getting fucked. Betty sensed his impatience and they soon separated their bodies. Betty said she had to get going and Bob told her he was glad she stopped by, he really was.

While she walked down the driveway Bob touched the lump in his pants. His cock responded by jerking against the prison of his jeans. He imagined that it was Betty's hand as he closed his eyes and brought the memory of her firm tit into his mind. He massaged his cock through his pants until he couldn't resist pulling it out.

The stiff, blood-engorged prick stood up on his lap with his hand wrapped tightly around it. Bob looked at the well-padded head and imagined it plowing up Betty's snatch. He felt his pulse beating fast and strong in the shaft he was holding, and like so many times before he started jerking off.

Slowly at first, then gradually faster, until he was a raving maniac. The frustrated lust that had built up within him was coming to a boil and about to explode. When it did overflow the steaming cauldron of his body, Bob had a few seconds of bliss. Then his brain leveled off and there he was, sitting in his car with gism all ever the place.

Bob sat there for a long time. He wondered if he would ever get the car on the road and if he would ever get laid. At that moment it didn't seem likely.

CHAPTER THREE

Bob didn't get much work done that day. His mind kept returning to the firm tits that he had had the pleasure of massaging that morning. His mood began to lift as he figured that if he kept plugging away, he would have to get laid eventually. After all, Betty had let him grab some lit. If he got her in his car again he might get even farther, and if he got the right girl he might be able to wet his dong.

By the time he got anything done, it was time to have supper. Bob and his mom ate without saying very much. Bob kept looking at his mother's tit, and she noticed it. He was comparing them to the jugs he'd held that morning. It never occurred to him, but the front seat of the car was in plain view of the upstairs bathroom window, and his mother had watched every move he had made with Betty and with his own cock.

If he'd known that he would have been terribly embarrassed. He might have felt better if, with that information, he also knew that his masturbation had caused his mother to imitate him. Yes, Pat was a horny woman, and the sight of her bay's cock had set her body on fire. If she could have, she would have run down to him and taken his cock into her own hand and pumped it. Then she would have ripped her clothes off and given her body to the young, virile teen.

Pat knew that incest was wrong, though, and she couldn't do anything about her lust except sit on the toilet and stick her fingers in her drooling twat and rub her clit until she came. Unlike her son, she couldn't satisfy herself with one orgasm. As Bob had sat resting in the front seat of his car, Pat had been rubbing herself off to a second orgasm. She had continued looking out the window at her son's cock, but it was soft now, and before she climaxed a second time, he had put it back in his pants.

Pat didn't get much housework done that day. Both of them were suffering from the same deprivation and neither of them could have gone to the other for relief. At dinner, there seemed to be magnetic lines of force running between them. Pat felt it in her cunt and Bob had a hard-on all through the meal. If either of them knew that the other was feeling the same forces things might have turned out differently.

When supper was over they both sat around, watched television and thumbed through magazines. Bob didn't feel like going to the soda shop and Pat didn't have a date. It would have been a nice, quiet evening at home if it hadn't been for the raging need in both of them.

Bob said good night and went to his room early. When he was in the privacy of his room, he pulled a few of his porno magazines out from under his mattress. They were another secret that Pat was in on. She'd discovered them and enjoyed looking at the pictures. She even used them for the same thing that Bob used them for a few times.

Bob turned to his favorite pictures in a few of the map and laid them out Of the bed. Then he pulled his clothes off and caressed his cock once again. He was ready to start the old exercise again when he heard his mother's footsteps on the stain. He felt a strange thrill go through his body. Suddenly his magazines didn't seem as exciting as other possibilities that occurred to him.

He listened to his mother's movements. She was in her room, and Bob assumed that she would be getting undressed for bed. Without thinking about what he was doing he slipped off the bed and threw his robe over him. Creeping to the door, he peered out into the hall. He could see light flowing from around his mother's door, and his heart began pounding.

There didn't seem to be any reason that he couldn't go to her door and see what he could. He would have hated to be caught pecking into her room, but he didn't let himself think of that. He held his breath and walked as lightly as he could to his mother's door. The floorboards creaked under his feet and it sounded awfully loud to him, but he kept going.

In a few seconds he was standing at her door. The door wasn't completely closed, but he couldn't see anything around the edges except for a line of light. Then he noticed light slipping out of the keyhole. Bob crouched down and brought his face to the hole. It took a while to focus, but he soon xx room. He didn't see his mom though.

Then, suddenly, he saw her. She was still dressed. He was glad to see that he wasn't too late. She was walking back and forth, to and fro, picking things up and putting things away. A white flash obscured his view for a second, and Bob realized that he had seen her take her white nightgown from the closet. He moved his face closer to the keyhole and saw Pat throw the gown on her bed.

Now he knew that he was going to get to watch her change into that flowing gown. He'd seen her wearing it several times. It was the closest he'd come to seeing her naked since before he was interested in such things. When he saw her in the gown he considered himself lucky. It was very sheer and her tits and dark pubic patch showed through. The thing hung loosely and was always in motion, so it was hard to get a good view of her body through it, but flaw he was going to get a good view of her without the gown in the way.

Bob was trembling with lust already, and all he could see was his mother standing in front of her mirror and unbuttoning her blouse. He could hardly believe what was happening.. But when Pat pulled the blouse off, Bob had an eyeful of her tits and he had to believe it was happening. She didn't even have to wear a bra. Her tits were big and firm. Not as firm as the one's he played with chat morning, but for a woman her age they were incredible.

Bob feasted his eyes on the beautiful jugs. He'd never seen tits before, even though he'd had a feels. Of course, he'd seen millions of pictures of fits, but that was completely different. The tits he was looking at now were real, living flesh.

He saw the nipples and was surprised at how pink they were. Pat had dark hair and dark eyes and he would have suspected his mother to have brown nipples. They were big and stiff. Her nipples looked like gumdrops stuck to the tips of those knockers. Before she undressed further, she folded her blouse and bent down to open a drawer. Her big tits sagged low, and Bob gasped at the sight. He would have given anything to have been able to walk over to her and lift one of those beauties in his cupped hand.

As Pat put the blouse away and pushed the drawer closed, Bob saw her tits quiver with the movement of pushing the drawer shut. They shook heavily, then came to relative stillness again. Bob fumbled in his robe for his prick. It felt terrifically hot to his sweaty hand. He squeezed his dong as he saw his mother pull down the zipper at the side of her pants.

Pat tugged the tight-fitting pants down and gave her son a good view of her long, shapely legs. Under the pants she wore a tiny pair of bikini undies. She turned toward Bob behind the keyhole and held the pants up. As she lifted her anus, Bob saw her tits rise and become rounder. His eyes followed the curves of her body down from the tits, over her thin waist and on to the flare of her wide hips. He could see the dark triangle of hair trough the thin material of her panties.