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.