Brian Layer - Tempting mother

Bob began sinking down toward his mother's more important regions. He sucked her tits for a little while, but he was in too much of a hurry to linger very long. Ever since first sticking his finger in a aunt he had known he wanted to have one of the wet envelopes in front of his face so he could really study it. Now he would have his chance.

His face gilded over the smooth contours of Mom's belly. He stuck out his tongue and left a line of saliva down the middle of her body. When his tongue hit the bristling curls, Bob drew back his head. There in front of him was the object he'd dreamed of and longed for so long. He looked at the prize.

Getting comfortable between his mother's legs, Bob studied the aunt. He saw how the hair was mainly in the front and that there was very little hair on the lips back near the entrance of her tunnel. Pat's twat was wet and the lips were open from the sex she'd been engaged in for the last half-hour. Her inner lips were peeking out at Bob, making a little mouth for him to enter. They were bright pink and glistening with dew.

Bob put his fingers on the pussy and spread the lips. The portals of joy opened and showed Bob the splendors within. He could see the inner lips coming together in front, and fanning an arrowhead. Within the soft, puckered skin of that point, Bob saw the love-bud nestled. The dark void between the inner lips seemed to be calling to him.

Bob moved his face toward the pink slot. His tongue stuck out and he tasted the feminine flavor of his mother's juicy pie. The taste filled Bob with wild passion. He pressed his tongue deeper into the pussy, then snaked it up her flowing lube. The flavor was much stronger up there, and Bob reveled in the perverted art of twat-lapping.

His body was once again on fire as he really got into the weird practice. He covered the gash with broad, long licks. From one corner to the other, he covered that cunt with care. Pat was getting hot as she felt the amateurish lapping. She was touched by her son s eagerness to please. It didn't take long for Bob to have his mother moving to the rhythm of his cunt-lapping. She moved her hips back and forth so her cunt met his tongue with every swipe. While Bob was licking her twat, he had an inspiration. Moving his tongue out the back of the vertical smile, he moved it across the inch of skin that separated her taint from her asshole. Pat saw what he was up to, and the idea thrilled her so much that she lifted her hips and spread her legs wider so he could have all the room he needed.

Bob felt her puckered asshole on the end of his tongue. Moving the tongue-tip around the opening gave him such a surge of lust that he couldn't help trying to enter the funky chamber. He pressed his tongue on the target and, with his mother's help, was able to pierce the lipless mouth. Her ass was so much tighter than her cunt that he couldn't move his tongue around much. He stuck it in as far as he could and wriggled it around. Judging by his mother's reaction, she liked having her asshole eaten.

When Bob wore the excitement out of her ass, he went back to the larger chamber. He continued licking randomly, but every now and then he would send his tongue gliding over the hard clit. And every time he did he felt his mother's body quake. He came back to the love-bud more frequently until she was in a constant tremor. Now Bob drilled the clitoris until Pat was crying out in high-pitched wails of joy.

Bob gave his Mom a strong orgasm. She was proud of him, and when she pulled him up beside her she rewarded him with a big kiss. Pat was happy about having her own stud-service right under her own roof, and Bob couldn't have been more thrilled. Finally all his dreams had come true. His own cunt was in the next room, waiting far him whenever he felt horny.

One afternoon, a few days and several fucks after Bob had first slept with his mother, he was in the yard working on his jalopy when he heard the squeal of tires. Looking up he saw the black, blunt front of a car coming up the drive and heading right at him. Just as Bob leaped out of the way the car screeched to a stop. He recognized the front of that car immediately by the lack of a grille, bumper and identifying chrome insignia. It was Don's 57 Chevy.

Bob's panicked leap had caused loud laughter among the riders. As Bob walked over to the driver's window he began recognizing the guys in the car. Don was driving, Bill was in the back seat with a guy named Joe, and the person in the front with Don was unknown to Bob. He figured he owed this visit to Bill, his only friend who hung around with the older guys.

"Hi, Bobby, old boy! How's the machine coming?" Don asked.

"Pretty good," said Bob, and he went on to explain some technical problem he was having. He wanted to impress Don with his mechanical knowledge as much as to get his advice.

Bob had only talked to Don a few times in his life, and he was feeling pretty good about having this older guy, who had his own car, come to see him. Bob peered into the car and looked at Bill. He asked where Joanna was. All the guys snickered as Bill admitted that he hadn't seen her since she started going out with some other guy.

"We're going to look for some gash, Don said. "You want to come with?"

Bob had tried to get a lot of work done that day, but this invitation was too good to be turned down. He said he'd like to as cool as he could and walked around the front of the car. The guy riding shotgun leaned forward and pulled the seat forward. Although there was more room in the front for three riders, Bob couldn't expect to get the mast important seat when he hardly knew these guys, so be happily hopped in the back.

They were soon headed for the highway. Bob had trouble taking the smile from his face. He didn't get a chance to ride around with guys his age, or almost his age, very often, and it was really exciting Bill told him they were headed for the burger joint near the skating rink. Bob had been there a few times and knew that sharp-looking, chicks hung around there all the time.

When they got there Don slid into the parking lot with all four wheels throwing gravel. They all piled out and went up to the window where food was purchased. Bob tried to walk with the self-assured swagger that the older guys used. He started looking around and sizing up the chick situation.

While they waited for their hot dogs they lounged around the soft drink cooler. Don pointed to a car full of chicks and said, "See that bitch in the pink blouse? A buddy of mine says she loves to suck cock. Can't get enough of it"

Bob looked at the car full of girls. He'd seen some of them around school. They were the girls that always gave horny young guys like Bob a hard-on, but they were too old and worldly for an inexperienced kid without a car to hope to get anything from. Now that Bob was with these guys though, he couldn't see any reason why he shouldn't hope to get his prick up one of their juicy cunts.

With Their hands full of hot dogs and Cokes, the guys Walked back to the car and got in. Before they started eating though, Don drove over to the girls' car. He pulled up to it so closely that Bob flinched; be thought they were going to crash into them. Now that they were sitting alongside of the girls the guys started eating. Nothing was said, although all the guys and girls looked at each other a lot.

Bob was on the side near the girls and only a few feet away from the girl in the back seat of the other car. He looked at her heavily made-up face and felt his cock growing. He watched her lift her hot dog and put it between her lips. She bit the fat roll and dog off sharply.

"I like the way you do that," Bob said.

As he said those words he felt the atmosphere change. The girls all looked at him and the guys stopped munching. He lipped he hadn't spoken out of turn. Bob really didn't know the procedure for picking up chicks. Suddenly he wished he'd kept his mouth shut.