Brian Laver: Seduced by mother

"Well, do you?" Barb demanded. "Sure, but…" Ben was speechless.

"Let's jerk off together," Barb said. "We can watch each other."

"But I want to fuck you!"

"No," Barb said, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

Ben's heart sank. But he could see that the girl meant what she said. There wouldn't be much point in arguing with her. Already, her legs were closing, shutting Ben off from her luscious well.

"Will you jerk me off?" Ben asked. "And I'll jerk you off. If you show me how, that is."

Barb seemed to be thinking it over.

"Okay," she said. "That sounds like fun."

Now Ben was feeling better. If he wasn't going to get fucked, having Barb stoke his prick until he came seemed like the next best thing.

Barb sat up and the two naked kids moved close to each other. When Ben saw how Barb grabbed his prick, he knew that she had done this before, or had at least watched other guys jerking off.

"Give me your hand," she said.

Ben gave her his hand and she pulled it into her crotch. Then she spread her legs wider and placed his middle finger in her crack, near the top of the slot.

"Can you feel that little bump?" Barb asked. "Rub it."

Ben did as she said. The girl immediately began writhing.

"OOOOOOO, not so hard!" she cried. "Yeah that's it. Ummmmmmm."

Having Barb's delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft was spectacular. So far, the only person to ever have handled his prick was himself.

Barb held his jerking rod with a tight grip. Then she began to move the loose skin up and down. Ben couldn't have done a better job himself.

And Ben kept his finger moving over the bud of Barb's clit. He could feel that bump wiggling around in the wet flesh under his fingertip. And as he wiggled it, he watched the effect it had on the girl. She began moving her whole body with the same rhythm Ben applied to her clit.

"Ohhhhhh, uhhhhhh," Barb gasped loudly.

Ben would have liked to kiss her, but he didn't want to spoil the view. Although her lips were soft and sweet, he would rather keep watching his finger as it disappeared into the crack of her cunt. And he wouldn't have missed the way her tits shook for anything.

But more than the sight of Barb in heat, the sensations in his prick were making Ben rave with passion.

"Oh, God!" he whispered as his gism came to a boil. "Barb, a little faster. Oh, yeah!"

Now the girl's hand was whipping up and down his shaft with incredible speed. Ben's hips began to jerk. His balls were being bounced on his thighs.

"Ohhhhhh," Barb cried louder than before.

Although Ben had never seen a chick coming before, there was no way he could have mistaken the sight. Barb's face was contorted with ecstasy. She shook crazily, but she managed to keep her hand pumping wildly on Ben's cock.

Now Ben was on the verge of coming, too. He leaned back, stretching his body. His finger lagged a bit in its duties at Barb's clit but she grabbed his finger and started it wiggling again.

"Uh," Ben grunted as a spray of gism leaped from his prick.

He didn't know if Barb had seen that eruption – her head was lolling on the back of the couch as she came. But he knew that she must be feeling the hot cream that was now oozing from his prick and running over the back of her hand.

"Don't stop," Ben gasped when Barb released his prick.

She recaptured his rod and gave it a few more pumps. Another gob or two of gism was squeezed out.

But Barb had to grab Ben's finger and pull it from her gash. Her clit was now too sensitive to touch.

"Gee, Barb," Ben said. "That was great. It never felt so good when I do it myself."

"Yeah, that was terrific!" Barb agreed. "You really know how to rub a chick off."

Ben was swelling with pride. He felt like a super-stud suddenly, even though he was still a virgin. But that feeling wasn't to last.

"Barb?" a voice called from some other room of the house.

The two naked kids sat bolt upright. Could that be the headmaster's voice? Ben wondered. The voice called out again, closer. It was the headmaster!

Ben jumped up as though he'd sat on a tack. He grabbed at his pants lying on the floor.

"Holy shit," Barb whispered in terror. "It's my father."

Ben was frantic. He tried shoving one foot into his pants, but he missed by a mile. Then it was too late. The headmaster was standing in the doorway looking at them.

It was over very quickly. As Ben walked back to the dorm he felt as though he were in a dream – a nightmare. He'd heard the headmaster yelling in anger before, but never like he had yelled then. He had never seen anyone so wild with anger. And Ben remembered being told to be in the headmaster's office first thing in the morning.

When Ben got back to the dorm, his buddies asked him where he'd been. Ben told them everything.

"Wow!" Ralph said. "Too bad you got caught."

"Pete Johnstone got caught just necking with Barb," Don, a senior said. "They had their clothes on and everything. And Pete got expelled."

"Well, I don't care if I get expelled," Ben said.

"At least I got a hand job."

His friends were sympathetic. Ben appreciated that. But he didn't want to wait around until morning. After everyone was asleep, he packed his bag and headed for the highway, where he stuck out his thumb.

By morning, he was almost home.

Ever since that night when she tried to jerk off in the movie theater, Peg had been particularly horny. And although she'd fucked Jim every night since, she had to jerk off several times in the afternoon to keep from losing her mind.

And it was getting worse.

Now she was jerking off in the morning too. And this morning was no exception.

Peg usually woke early, but she liked to lie in bed for a half-hour or so. She wasn't awake for long, this morning, before her cunt juiced up. Her nipples hardened and made little bumps on the sheet that covered them.

Peg looked down at the shape of her body below the sheet. Her legs were spread, her tummy flat, and her tits looked beautiful and enormous with the sheet draped over them. She was longing to grab her twat and stick a finger into it. But she resisted.

She slowly brought her hands to her stomach. Then, watching them move beneath the sheet, she brought them over her tits.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed with the pleasure she was giving herself.

She spread her fingers over her wide mounds of tit-flesh. Then she tickled her nipples.

Her cunt was drooling in earnest now. But she still resisted the urge to grab it. Long years of jerking off had taught her that the longer she waited before finger-fucking herself, the better it would feel.

So it wasn't until Peg had given her jugs a good workout that she began to slide her hands down her stomach. But, still, she didn't go right for her snatch.

She moved her hands down her slim thighs. Then her hands moved to the tender skin at the insides of her thighs. Only then, and very slowly, did she let her fingers travel to her waiting pussy. When all her fingers were moving through her curly hair she let out a soft moan of happiness.

"Ooooooo," she sighed.

Hearing her sounds of passion always made masturbation more fun.

Peg lined up her fingers on either side of her cuntal slot. Then she spread it. Holding the lips of her cunt wide, she let one finger enter her aunt. She traced the tender inner-lips around the entrance to her cave, then up to her clit.

By this thin Peg was deep in a tit of passion. Her bed was creaking and rocking with her movements. And as her finger roamed around in her gaping twat, her body became sensitive to the light caress of the sheet that covered her.

"Ohhhhh," she gasped.

Gradually, her finger entered her cunt-tunnel. When it was all the way in, she began to feel around in that familiar territory. And as her finger massaged the soaking walls within that pit, Peg's hips moved in circles.