Brian Layer - Tempting mother

Sara pulled her mouth from Pat's and began creeping down her body. She buried her face in one of Pat's beautiful tits and sucked one of the large nipples into her mouth. Of all the tit-suckers Pat had had stuck to her boobs, this woman was the best. With a pair of tits of her own, Sara knew just what to do to drive a woman nuts with lust.

Pat began squirming and panting. Just when the tit-sucking had done all it could in Pat's rise to ecstasy, Sara began moving south again. Pat shivered as she felt the pecking lips move down her belly. By the time Sara had her mouth into Pat's pubic curls, Pat had her back arched in a fit of horny need. She wanted to feel the educated tongue enter her cunt and lash the pink interior, but Sara was a bit of a tease.

Sara licked the damp tops of Pat's thighs and lower asscheeks. Pat was stabbing her twat at the lightly licking tongue. Finally she dipped her tongue shallowly into the steaming gash. Pat gasped loudly as her body stiffened. Slowly, Sara stuck her tongue farther up the drooling pussy. Pat's hips were chugging back and forth in an attempt to get more friction from the F tongue.

Finally, Sara sensed that her teasing had had its flu effect, and she pressed her face firmly on the wide-open slot, sending her tongue deep up Pat's cave. Pat began crying out in desperate moans as Sara unleashed her tongue and began licking the slippery walls of her cunt with all her might. With her arms under Pat's thighs and her hands reaching for her tits, Sara ground her face fiercely into the wet heat of her cunt.

Pat was experiencing the most intense and fabulous cunt-lapping she'd ever had. Sara was a champ. As Pat began shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, Sara put the tip of her tongue on her clit and drilled the little bud steadily and hard. Pat's mind exploded with bliss as her orgasm raged through her. Sara kept up the clit twitting until Pat was begging for mercy.

When Sara lifted her glistening face from her lover's crotch, she saw the results of her work. Pat looked like she had been run over by a truck. Sara hoped that she would recover in time to do her cunt. Sara lay beside the dazed woman and stroked her tits. Pat knew what she expected and was eager to oblige.

They kissed and Pat began the ritual that Sara had just finished. She had never considered eating another woman s cunt before, and she felt a little hesitant. She didn't linger at Sara's tits too long, tough. She was facing the hairy triangle before long, and she could smell the juices that she was causing to flow.

Hesitantly, she stuck her tongue out and felt her way through the bristling hair. Suddenly she felt wet, hot and slippery cunt at the tip of her tongue. An impulse made her pull her tongue back into her mouth, carrying the flavor of cunt juice with it. She made herself stick her tongue back into the salty crack.

This time she moved her tongue up and down the slot, feeling the contours of Sara's clit and inner lips. She was getting used to the flavor and was beginning to enjoy this new sport. With increasing enthusiasm she made long laps from the rear corner of the envelope to the little man in the boat. When she felt Sara responding to her licks with her whole body, Pat began to give it all she had.

Remembering all the things she liked best when some guy was eating her, she tried to duplicate them on the cunt under her face. Sara was getting more and more passionate. Pat could hear Sara moan with pleasure with every lick she gave her. Cunt-lapping was turning out better than she could have dreamed as her head bobbed up and down with fantastic speed and energy.

Pat reached up and grabbed Sara's tits to give her an extra thrill. Sara was soon shaking as violently as Pat had. Bringing her friend and lover off was like passing a test to Pat. She felt like an accomplished lesbian as the sounds of Sara's ecstasy filled her ears.

When Pat lifted her head, she couldn't help grinning with the happiness her new field of endeavor had given her. The two perverts lay side by side and talked. Sara told Pat that she believed that anything that felt good and doesn't hurt anyone was right and good. That included the problem that Pat had originally come to talk about. When she left she felt grateful to her friend for introducing her to a new form of pleasure, and felt sorry for her because her handsome son wasn't interested in fucking her.

Pat began to realize how lucky she was to have friends like Sara and a son like Bob. She was going to take advantage of that poor horny kid's desire. And she was going to give him something too, for she had a lot of special skills and techniques that a boy like Bob should learn.

That night at dinner, Bob was aware of a change in his mother. They had both been acting quiet and withdrawn with each other lately, but now Pat was happy and cheerful as she asked Bob how his car was coming along and how his love life was.

Her mood was catching, and he was soon sharing it with her. There was more to her attitude than just cheerfulness, he noticed. He sensed that she was flirting with him. Could that be true? If it were, he just might be able to make his big move. Suddenly Bob was filled with horny lust. His cock was full and throbbing, and he could barely contain himself.

Pat was so happy that she suggested they have a bottle of wine with dinner. She rarely let Bob have a drink and this was very strange. He knew his mother acted silly when she drank, and he couldn't help suspecting that she had plans for him that she needed more courage for than she could find without the help of alcohol. Bob needed a little more courage than his horniness could provide too, so he eagerly agreed that wine would be just perfect.

As they ate, they became more and more talkative and giggly. When they were finished, Pat said she would do the dishes later. That was strange in itself, and encouraging. They went into the living room together, but they didn't sit down. Usually Bob sat in the big easy chair and Pat on the couch. Now they were reluctant to sit down so far apart; it would only make getting what they both wanted more awkward than it was going to be anyhow.

They found themselves standing in the middle of the room watching each other. All of a sudden it was very quiet and it was clear that they were both thinking the same thing. Bob waited in agony while he tried to gather every scrap of courage and horniness and make a move toward the gorgeous creature who he was fucking.

Finally Pat took a step toward her son. That was all Bob needed, and he rushed into his mother's arms. Their mouths came together with such force that their teeth hit harder than, either of them expected. But even if they had knocked each other's front teeth out they wouldn't have interrupted their passion now that they finally were going to get what they had wanted for so long.

Bob's head spun with the speed in which his dream was coming true. His mother's mouth opened as he thrust his tongue through her lips. Her body, pressing against him, was thrilling, but it was the fact that the woman he was holding was his own mother that made it all so fantastic. And the way she was responding to him told Bob that it was equally exciting for her.

He pulled her to the couch and they both sat down. Their lips met again as Bob reached for Pat's tit. As he curled his fingers around the huge globe he realized that that was the very tit he had sucked on as an infant. Now he was going to suck her tit again, but with a different sort of nourishment as the reward.

Her lit compressed in his tight grasp, but the nipple fought his hand by pressing itself into his palm as it became erect. Pat threw a leg over her son's hip and intertwined with him. He could feel the soft mound of her twat crushing itself on his leg; he wouldn't have been surprised if, when she pulled her cunt from him, there would be a wet stain of cunt juice.