Brian Laver - Mom was best

He kissed around that hairy triangle, then the inner-thighs. Now Bill could see the crack in her pussy as it shone a shiny pink. His prick was jerking with desire. He remembered the whore he'd had the first night in the city and he remembered how nice it had been to hold her cunt in his hand and slide his fingers up her tunnel. Now he was just watching, but at least he knew what he was missing.

Joe's father finally stuck out his tongue and licked the slit. Bill saw the woman's tits quiver as she reacted to the lick. Her legs lifted around the man's head and partly obstructed Bill's view, but be could see enough. He knew that the guy was getting his tongue right up there and that the woman loved it. Bill remembered the smell on his fingers amid he almost drooled with the thought of having his own tongue up a soggy cunt.

The cunt-lapper's prick was beating a rhythm near his wife's face. She turned her head to face the fat dong and wrapped her hand around it. Then she smothered the cock with her wet mouth. Bill felt a pang of lust in his balls at the sight. He began to move the loose skin up and down over his bone.

The two on the bed were eating each other with such furious energy that Bill could hear their mouths working from his closet. When the guy crawled over his wife's body with his bead still stuck between her legs and his cock still in her mouth, Bill thought he was seeing the ultimate in sexual gymnastics. Joe's father put his arm under his wife's legs and pushed them up until her whole crotch rolled up toward his face. His head poked farther between her thighs until Bill was sure he must be licking her asshole.

The show was making Bill's body reel and he heard himself rustling the clothes around him. He tried to be more quiet as his fist moved faster over his prick. His eyes traveled back and forth from the cunt-lapping to the cock-sucking. He was amazed at bow the chick managed to get so much of that huge root into her mouth. Bill thought it must be sticking halfway down her throat.

As Bill tried to keep from rustling the clothes, he noticed that one of the garments was silky and smelled of perfume. He took his eyes from the fuckers just long enough to check out that sexy garment. It seemed to be one of Joe's mother's nightgowns. Bill pulled it down from the hook it had been hanging on, and held it to his warm body. He wrapped the silky fabric around his cock. The cool, slick material felt great, and knowing that it belonged to the chick be was watching getting her cunt lapped thrilled Bill.

He began rubbing his prick in the nightgown, but tried to go slowly. He didn't want to come before the list act of the show. Joe's mother was making passionate sounds around the cock in her mouth, and Bill let his own voice join hers. He kept it down though, so he wouldn't be heard. His cock was vibrating from the friction of the slinky nightgown he was rubbing it in, and the musty odor of perfume and feminine smells was exciting too.

Joe's father finally lifted his face from his wife's crotch. When he took his cock from her mouth and swiveled around again beside the woman, Bill got a good look at her cunt. It was waking wet and the curly hair was matted and her thighs were shining with the liquid. Bill could see the pink slot of her cunt as it was opened and waiting to be filled. He let his hand move a little faster as that sight made his breath come in heavy gasps.

The woman lifted one of her legs and her husband wrapped his legs around her other leg. That brought his cock to the wet mess of her crotch. Then the woman lifted her other leg too. Joe's father held her legs up while he slid his prick into that slippery swamp. Now Bill had a great view.

He could see the hair-fringed hole in the midst of her creamy ass and thighs. Joe's father's cock was plunging into the hot cavern, and his balls bounced around playfully. The sight really sent Bill into a fit of crazed passion. He let his hand free to slip the smooth material of the nightgown rapidly over his prick. The fabric was driving him wild as it tickled his tender cock-head mercilessly.

The woman was writhing and pumping as she was repeatedly lanced by her husband's big cock. Her voice rang out with wanton cries. Bill took in the sight through his own blinding passion. The nightgown was prolonging his pleasure, and if he could, he would have been howling with the ecstasy that he felt. With his eyes glued to the lewd fucking, Bill stroked the silky material over his prick with increasing lust.

When he heard Joe's father panting with his orgasm, Bill gave his prick the last few strokes that he needed to bring himself off. As the two fuckers on the bed contorted their bodies in the fire of orgasm, Bill was coming too. His jism was shooting into the silky garment wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help making a certain amount of noise, but be didn't have to worry about being beard by the fuckers because they were making more noise.

As Joe's parents rested, so did Bill in the closet. He hung up the soaking nightgown so the jism stains weren't too noticeable. He felt bad about making such a mess in that nightgown, and he figured Joe would be blamed, but in the heat of lust he figured he couldn't be held responsible for his actions.

Bill watched the guy's cock slip from that drenched pussy. The lovers pulled the sheet up over them and curled up, leaving Bill to his misery. Now he would have to stand there and wait for them to fall asleep before he could get away. He felt weak from his jerking off, but he had no choice but to stand there perfectly still. It was tough, but he had had a great view of a fuck.

When he could hear both sleepers snoring softly, Bill slipped out of the closet, out of the room, and got back into his hiding place. It felt so good to lie down that he was asleep before be knew it. All night he dreamed of the sights he'd seen since be got to the big city. When he awoke in the morning it took him a while to remember where he was.

The first thing he remembered was the fuck he'd watched the night before and that gave him a clue.

Boy! It seemed like a long time since he'd been just another student at good old Persy.

Dear Mom,

I'm sorry that I left school, but I was going to be expelled anyway. It seems that every time I turn around, I get into trouble. I am staying with a friend, and I don't want you to worry, that's why I'm leaving you this note. I'll come home in a few days.

Love, Bill

Sue's eyes watered as she read the note. Bill was really a sweet kid, and she couldn't be mad at him. She did wish he would come home, though.

It was getting hard for Sue to think about Bill in the way she always had. Now it seemed that every time she pictured him in her mind, she concentrated on his crotch. She thought of his face as if she were seeing it from a few inches away, moving to her to plant a kiss on her lips.

Sue got a wet cunt every, time she thought of that kid. Most of the time the thought would get her so horny that she would have to stick a finger between the lips of her twat and relieve her raging lust. She seriously wondered if she would be able to control herself when she saw him next.

Thoughts of Bill would lead to thoughts of her father, and she would be caught up in a dilemma of incestuous confusion. She was getting desperate and thought she'd better get some advice on the subject. She dreaded having someone tell her that she'd better keep her hands off her son, but if someone would tell her to go ahead, all the barriers would disappear and she could seduce Bill and fuck herself silly.

Bill stayed in the closet for awhile, just thinking and listening for any sounds that would tell him that someone, was home. When he hadn't heard a sound for about an hour, he stepped out of his cubicle. The place was empty and all his.