Brian Laver: Seduced by mother

Peg pushed her tit up to her face and stuck out her tongue. She remembered the last time she had showed Jim that trick of hers. And it was having the same effect on him this time.

"Jesus," Jim sighed as he turned the wheel.

The car turned up a driveway. Peg saw that they were headed for the parking lot of a closed shop. She smiled as Jim drove around to the back of the building. She had won.

The car stopped. The motor died. Then Jim was in Peg's arms.

After her self-manipulation, Jim's caress was especially exciting. His mouth covered hers and their tongues intertwined. Jim's strong fingers took Peg's freed tit into a tight grip.

Peg couldn't resist reaching for Jim's fly. As she fumbled with it, trying to unzip it, she could feel his stiff prick throbbing in his pants.

Jim reached into his lap, too, and helped Peg get his cock loose. And as soon as his monster was free, Peg's fingers began traveling up and down its impressive length. She squeezed the bulbous head and moved the loose skin gently up and down.

But it was her cunt that was starving for that cock, not her fingers. If Jim hadn't reached into her crotch at that second, Peg would have jumped on him, impaling herself on that hard cock.

Peg liked having her cunt stirred by a strong finger for a while before getting a prick in there. And Jim could finger-fuck like a champ.

"Ohhhhhhh, baby," she gasped as Jim's finger slid up her pussy.

"You're really something," Jim said, admitting defeat. "You knew I couldn't wait until we got to my place."

"Of course not! When I need it, I need it."

Peg lifted her feet up to the dashboard. Her legs were spread and her crotch was vulnerable. While reaching high up her snatch with his middle finger, Jim tickled her asshole with his pinky.

Peg sucked Jim's tongue deep into her mouth. She had to have as much of him inside her as she could get. And she held on to his prick all the while.

Peg would have liked to suck his prick. But under the circumstances she had to forego that pleasure. She was too anxious to feel his prick sliding in her pussy to take the time to suck him. And now she knew that the time had come – she couldn't wait another second.

"Fuck me, honey," she gasped. "I've got to get you inside me!"

Peg began wiggling around, trying to get into fucking position. She'd had a lot of experience fucking in cars, although she hadn't done it in years. And her favorite position was doggy style.

She knelt on the seat with her head resting on the window sill. Her ass was poised with her hairy muff waiting. Jim got to his knees, leaning over Peg's back. Getting into this position caused Jim to bump his head on the car's roof, and his ass and one foot had some difficulty with the steering wheel. But he was soon ready.

Feeling for his target, Jim found Peg's soaking pussy waiting. He guided his prick to it, then slid it in.

"Ohhhh!" Peg cried as she felt her pussy stretched over the invading boner. "God, that feels good! I really need it!"

Jim reached into her cunt as far as he could with his long, thick cock. When his pelvis pressed firmly against Peg's ass, his cock was touching the end of her tunnel.

"Mmmmm," Peg hummed desperately.

Slowly, Jim withdrew his prick until his bloated cock-head was almost slipping out. Then he rammed it back to the depths of Peg's wet and elastic cuntal tube.

Back and forth Jim's hips pumped, dragging his prick in and out of her tight cunt. Each lunge was faster, harder.

Before long, the sound of Jim's hips slapping against Peg's ass was added to the sounds of the fuckers' gasps and moans. The car was rocking from side to side.

Peg's fingers, had brought her close to an orgasm long before Jim entered her. So it didn't take many thrusts of his prick to bring Peg to the heights of ecstasy. She began meeting Jim's lunges with thrusts of her ass. Her free tit swung back and forth, hitting the car door.

"Owwwwwwww!" Peg howled in bliss.

Now every time Jim's prick filled her, a wave of pure pleasure shot through her body. This is what Peg lived for. And fucking was getting more and more important to her.

Peg was coming down from her climax when she felt a charge of heat in her twat. She knew that Jim's prick was spewing gism into her. The sound of his groans confirmed it. And before his gism had stopped flowing, Peg was on her way to a second orgasm.

But before she reached that second glory, Jim stopped pumping.

"Keep going," Peg cried. "I'm going to come again."

"I-I don't know if I can," Jim gasped.

With her heart sinking, Peg felt the prick pumping in and out of her pussy begin to collapse. Now, rather than reaching deep inside her, it was folding and sliding around her mound.

Peg had to take matters into her own hands. She reached between her thighs and stuffed Jim's deflating prick into her again. Then she began rubbing her clit.

But now she rubbed it with all her might, unlike the gentle tickling she gave it in the movie theater.

She was going to make it, she realized. She was going to hit a crashing climax. Although her finger was giving her this orgasm, having Jim's prick in her was nice.

With her head banging out the opened window. Peg shook in ecstasy for the second time in ten minutes. Her desperate wails of lust echoed through the night. The coal night air felt nice on her feverish face.

"Oh, that was so fine," she said. "Thanks for not making me wait, Jim."

"It was fun fucking in the car," Jim said. "And you sure did need it. I've never seen you like that."

As he spoke, Jim pulled his prick from Peg's cunt and pulled up his pants.

"Yeah, I don't know what came over me," Peg said. "I've never been so horny in my life."

"Still want to come over to my place?" Jim asked.

"No, I think I'll go home," she said. "Suddenly I'm very tired."

But Peg wasn't really tired. She was puzzled, though. When she thought about what she had done in the movie theater she was amazed. She wasn't that sort of woman.

At thirty-six, Peg was an attractive widow with a teenaged son. She had plenty of men and she had always loved fucking. But she had never gotten so hot that she had to jerk off in a public place. And when she thought how she hadn't cared if everyone around knew what she was doing, she felt her face flush red.

When Peg got home she lay in bed thinking about the evening. But she was soon rubbing her clit in another frenzy of horny greed.

Whenever Barb, the headmaster's daughter, walked across the campus, all the guys stared with lust. Not that she was so beautiful, but she did have a nice body, and she didn't try to hide it.

"Oh, I'd give anything to grab one of those tits," Ben said to Ralph.

"John said he fingered her once," Ralph said.

"Yeah, he also said he fucked that chick who sells tickets at the Strand," Ben said. "Can you imagine a chick like that fucking John? He's full of shit!"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Ralph said. "Besides, she goes to public school. She has a lot of guys chasing her."

For the boys at Oceanside School, Barb was the only girl they saw for days at a time.

That night, when Ben was jerking off as usual, he made himself a promise. He would talk to Barb and try to neck with her. After all, there had been a lot of stories about her necking with guys at the school. And if there was any truth to it at all, Ben might have a chance. He had nothing to lose, in any case.

Now that Ben had a promise to keep to himself, life seemed to have taken an upturn. He was as horny as ever, but now there was hope.

The next day on his way to dinner Ben spotted the girl. She was walking away from campus. And although Ben knew he would get into trouble for missing dinner, he had a promise to keep.