Brian Laver: Mom was best

The cop wasn't giving in, so Sue composed herself. Then in a completely different voice, one with a touch of flirtation in it, she asked him if she could talk to him in private. The cop nodded, and they left Bill alone. He was exhausted and only wanted to curl up and go to sleep, but he sure hoped his mother could get things straightened out. He didn't want to be in trouble. He just wanted to go to a nice quiet school and be a good boy.

Suddenly, he heard his mother's voice coming from the desk. He looked and saw an intercom. Somehow, the intercom in the room where his mother and the cop were meeting got turned on.

"It seems to me that we should be able to get this all straightened out without all that red tape." Sue was saying. "Isn't there anything I can do to make everything all right?"

Bill had never heard his mother use that tone of voice before. He didn't know what she was up to, but it didn't take long for him to find out.

"Well, these are pretty serious charges," the cop said.

"But there must be something that can be done," Bill heard his mother say. Her voice sounded different, and Bill knew that was because she had moved farther from the intercom. He could picture her going over to the cop and pressing her tits against him.

"Well, if you put it that way," the cop said. "Hummm. Yeah, maybe something can be worked out."

Bill wished that he could see what was going on in there. It sure sounded interesting. He knew what his mom was up to flow, and he was more grateful than ever that she was such a gorgeous chick. Bill sat down at the desk when he heard muffled sounds that sounds like two mouths sucking at each other. Despite his worn out condition, Bill's cock was getting hard.

"Oh, not quite so hard, baby. Yes, that's better. Oh, yeah. That feels real good," Sue was saying.

That exchange was followed by more kissing sounds. Bill listened with growing lust, and he dropped his hand into his lap over the hard lump of his cock. All the terror of the chase was forgotten and replaced by the more familiar sensation of lust.

"What's your favorite sport?" Sue said. "Yeah, I thought so. Well, I'll do it better than you've ever imagined if me and my son can leave afterwards without any hassles."

"Sure, honey, it's a deal. Now get down there." Bill was getting a good idea of what was going on, but he longed to see it with his own eyes. He had always suspected that his mother was a lusty woman, and this was proving that she was. And she was doing it for him.

Bill beard the sound of footsteps, then a mechanical click that he supposed was a door being locked. More footsteps, then the tinkle that he thought sounded like a belt buckle hitting the floor.

"Oh, I'm impressed," he heard his mother say. "It's a nice one."

There was the rustling of clothing and some more sucking sounds. Bill tightened his grasp on his bulging crotch. He moved his ear closer to the intercom and listened intently. A low, satisfied moan came over the wire.

"Yeah, that's it. Urn, nice," the cop was saying. "Here, hold me here. Yeah!"

The sticking sounds were getting louder and more rhythmic. Bill hoped that his mother was enjoying what she was doing. It would be too bad if she had to suck that cop off just for his sake.

In another few seconds, be was sure that she was having a good time. The sounds of feminine passion, slightly muffled, could be beard. Bill wanted to unzip and jerk off, but he'd been doing that so often that be resisted just as a matter of principle. The sounds coming over that intercom were getting more exciting though, and he wasn't sure he would be able to resist.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good," the cop was saying. "Deeper, can you take it deeper? Yeah, that's it. That's great!"

"Ummmmm. Ummmmmmm," Sue hummed.

"Uh, uh, uh," the cop grunted.

Bill could imagine his mother down on her knees in front of the cop, with her mouth wide open and his huge cock stuffing her.

"Ohhhhhbh, baby, that's fantastic. Where are you putting it all?"

Bill remembered how Joe's mother had made her husband's prick disappear down her throat, and he was sure his mother was doing the same, only better. The sound of shuffling feet and furniture being knocked around came through the intercom.

"Abhhhh," the cop was moaning. His voice was becoming shrill in his lust.

Bill decided to pull his cock out after all. As soon as he had it in his hand, he began flogging it. He matched the rhythm of the voice coming over the intercom.

"Ahhhhb! I'm coming. Ohhhhhh," the cop groaned.

The lewd sounds were getting Bill hot as fast as the scene he had watched the night before, and he was going to come. While the cop was still moaning and Bill could still hear his mother's mouth slurping on his prick, his jism came spurting into the room.

The cop finally stopped his lustful moaning, and the only sound left was the smacking of Sue's lips. Then he heard the belt buckle and door lock again. Bill hurriedly shoved his cock back into his pants and moved from the desk onto the bench. There were glistening drops of his spewings on the floor, but he didn't have time to mop it up and he could only hope that no one would notice.

Sue and the cop came into the room. Sue was running her fingers through her hair, trying to get it straightened out. She told her son that they could go. Bill tried to look innocent and he hoped no one would go into the office with the intercom. If voices started coining over it now, it would be embarrassing to say the least.

The cop told one of the other cops to give Bill and Sue a ride home. They sat in the backseat of the car, not looking at each other, but they both felt that there was something drawing them together. Bill was burning with desire and he wondered what he could do about it now. His mother had given away a blow-job to get him out of trouble, but Bill would rather have gotten that blow-job himself, even if it meant going to jail. He toyed with the idea of explaining to his mother about his horny suffering and begging her to help him.

Meanwhile, Sue was wondering if she had enough nerve to do what she wanted with her son. She figured it might be easier if she started right away. Reaching over, she touched her son's hand and took it in hers.

When they got into their apartment, Sue told Bill to wash up. He was amazed when he looked into the bathroom mirror. His face was covered with long, red scratches. He had a purple bruise on his forehead and his hair looked like those bushes that had scratched his face. He undressed, showered and slipped on his robe. It felt great to be home again.

Bill was thinking about bow his mother had taken his hand in the cop car. Could it be that all his dreams were going to come true? The front of the robe began to rise with his prick. He put his hands in the pockets, but that didn't help, nothing did. He couldn't go out of the bathroom like that, and he didn't know what to do.

He waited, but his cock only got harder. He studied himself in the mirror. There didn't seem to be any way to hide the stiff rod. Finally, he took a roll of adhesive tape from the cabinet and taped the bounding tool to his belly. Then he left the bathroom.

Sue was waiting for him in the living room. Bill had to go past her to get to his room. As he walked by, hoping the tape would hold, she asked him to sit down. He did, and they stared quietly at each other for a while.

"Tell me what happened at school," Sue said, it wasn't what she wanted to say, but she had to start somewhere.

Bill told her almost everything, but be left out the whole and Sam and Joan and watching Joe's parents screw. It sounded pretty dull.

"And what were you doing at the park at night? You know better than that."

Bill told her how the hours seemed to fly by and he just sat without thinking. His mother was looking at him in a strange way, it seemed. Bill was thinking about her giving that cop a blow-job, and Sue was wondering if she should dare to attack him. Talking hadn't gotten them anywhere, so neither of them said another word. The atmosphere in the room grew thick with their stifled lust. They both wanted the other so badly that they couldn't take their eyes from each other's bodies. Sue's cunt was seeping bat fluid, and Bill's prick was pulling the tape painfully from his belly.