Brian Layer - Tempting mother

Pat pulled a chair into view and sat down. She was still wearing her pants. Bob looked at her and saw her lift one tit toward her mouth. Her tongue came out and licked the nipple. The dark disk became hard and puckered as Bob watched. He didn't know if the dreamy expression on his mother's face was part of the game, or if she was really getting off by sucking her own tit. In either case, it was working for Bob…

Suddenly she let her tit drop back to her chest. The heavy globe quivered madly before coming to rest beside, its twin. Pat put her hands on her stomach and moved them slowly down to the top of her pants. Her delicate fingers unbuttoned the button and pulled down the zipper. Then one hand disappeared. Bob could see the lump of her hand in her pants as it went down over her cunt and moved rhythmically. He had to give her credit; she knew how to turn on a tired fucker.

Bob had to shift his weight to make room for the lump of his hard cock. He saw his mother stand up and pull her pants down. Although he'd seen her do it a lot lately, watching through the keyhole made it much more exciting. Standing in her underwear, Pat put her hands on her crotch and rubbed it. Bob couldn't help puffing his own hand on his cock. Pat threw her head back, showing extreme rapture. If she were only acting, she should win an Oscar, Bob thought.

Pat pulled her white, nylon, bikini-style panties up around her waist, causing the crotch of the garment to slip into her crack. Bob loved the way the nylon formed a triangle above the triangle of curly hair, then disappeared into her cunt below. He could imagine how it felt. Pat put one hand behind her, and with the other she grabbed the front of the undies. She began moving the nylon back and forth like a shoeshine boy polishing a shoe. The expression on her face changed to one of extreme ecstasy, and Bob realized that it was no act. She was really getting off, and these were probably the very things she did to relieve her passion when she didn't have a guy around. That realization made the show much more exciting.

When Pat finally pulled the crotch of the panties from her gash and took the garment off, Bob thought how wet the nylon must be. The wanton mother sat down in the chair, brought her feet up to the seat, and spread her thighs. Bob could see the pink slit of wet pussy-flesh among the pubic hairs. Pat slipped one hand under her thigh and into her crotch. The middle finger wiggled up her cunt its full length. With her other hand she lifted her tit to her face, and began sucking the nipple again.

Seeing his mother's finger slide up her snatch gave Bob a bigger thrill than he would have expected. It made his cock as hard as it had been the first time he'd peeked through that keyhole. He was ready and eager to stick his mother with that renewed cock. He didn't want to stop the show by barging in on her; he was enjoying it too much. Bob was learning an important lesson. In all his horny years he thought the only thing he wanted was to fuck. But now he was realizing that there were other pleasures that were as sweet.

Pat had pulled her finger out of her tunnel and was diddling her clit. Bob could see her finger poking into the upper corner of the slot, and the rest of the slot shown pink beneath. The way she was reclining in the chair made her ass visible too. The smooth, white cheeks on either side of the dark crevice looked good to Bob as he changed eyes at the keyhole. The difficulty of peeping through that little hole was somehow making the whole thing more exciting.

There was no longer any doubt that Pat was really getting excited, and not just acting. Her legs were trembling with passion, and her jaw hung slack. Bob could even hear her voice filtered through the door as she began making those lascivious moans of hers. She began trembling more violently until her whole body was shaking. Her hand was working hard and fast on her twat. Bob saw that his mother burned as much energy on her masturbation as she did fucking, and she seemed to be getting even more pleasure out of it.

Finally, Bob got to the point of passion where he couldn't stay on the opposite side of the door from where that sexy creature was jerking off. He opened the door and went to where his mother was still in the throes of lust. He knelt before her and leaned on her quaking thighs. He got a good look at the finger that was rubbing hex clit. She was doing it harder than he had ever rubbed it for her. The odor of boiling cunt juice filled Bob's nostrils.

When his mother's body came to rest he kissed her thighs and sucked the cream from her finger. Then he took her by the hands and pulled her to her feet. Her legs were wobbly from her exertions. Bob led her to the bed and laid her down. As she lay there watching him, he began to undress. When his mighty cock sprang out of his pants like spring steel, Pat smiled. They both knew that her technique had worked perfectly.

Bob spread himself down beside his mom and they embraced. She was still shaky from the orgasm that had ravaged her, but as they kissed, and Bob ran his hand over her ass, she began to revive. The burning head of her son's cock pressing into her belly gave Pat encouragement to get hot again, and she didn't have much trouble. One orgasm was just the beginning for Pat.

Bob slithered down her body until he was within licking distance of her cunt. Pat reached down and grabbed his leg and pulled him around until they were in the classic sixty-nine position, then, simultaneously, they took one another's twitching organs into their mouths. Bob couldn't concentrate on the blow job he was getting because he was busy eating pussy, but the pleasure spreading through him from his cock was taking him to the heights of passion.

It was a nice change to suck her pussy in that position. With his face upside down in her crotch, Bob found that he could spread her asscheeks and get a good look at her puckered asshole. He kept his eyes on that orifice as his tongue covered the wiggling inner lips of her drooling twat. He reached his head farther between her legs, and gave the tight hole a few licks before going back to the pussy.

Bob nibbled at the front of her cunt and reached around her hip so he could play with her asshole with his fingers. He poked a fingertip into her asshole and wiggled it around. It was too dry in there to do much, so Bob began dipping his finger in her cunt and bringing the clear, slippery juice to her anus. The tight hole was soon lubricated well enough for him to stick his finger in without much trouble.

Pat showed her son that she liked what he was doing to her ass by sticking her own finger in his ass. Bob loved the way it felt. She used her saliva to lubricate her finger, and it worked pretty well. Pat massaged her boy's prostate gland from within his ass, and Bob felt the pressure of his simmering gism increase almost to the bursting point.

Pat's thighs were trembling again, and Bob concentrated his tonguing on her clit. He was approaching a climax himself and thought it would be nice for them to come together. He figured that his mother was closer to coming than he was, so he eased up on her a bit. Then, when he felt his body buzz with lust, he drilled her clit with his vibrating tongue-tip.

The bed was absorbing the quaking of their exploding bodies as they both hit the ecstatic heights. Pat wouldn't have guessed that her son had spent the afternoon ejaculating into a bunch of young girls, judging by the amount of gism he was pumping into her mouth. She kept her head bobbing on the cock-shaft until the dong stopped jerking and spewing.

Meanwhile, Bob was holding tight to his mother's hips and she bucked her body in the fit of sexual bliss she was caught up in. He kept licking her cunt until she grabbed his head and stopped him. Once her orgasm was completed Pat's pussy became very ticklish.