Brian Layer - Tempting mother

The two spent fuckers lay where they were for a while before Bob swung himself around to lie next to the lusty woman again. They held onto each other, and floated in the post-orgasmic weightlessness for a long time. Bob's cock felt cool as the saliva from his mother's mouth evaporated. They drifted and might even have dozed a little before they were ready far another go at it.

Bob came back to his senses, and felt a gentle hand on his limp prick. As his cock grew, the hand on it tightened its grip. He lifted his arm and dropped his hand on the hairy crotch that he had sucked and fucked so often lately. He let his middle finger sink into the soft, wet folds, and let it move lazily around in there. His mother was handling his prick with the same tenderness.

Very gradually, they increased the manipulation of each other's pleasure-points until they were both back in the world of horny need. Bob had never come so many times in one day, even in his wildest jerking-off periods. He knew he could come every hour, on the hour, as long as he had a sexy chick like his mom to coax him along.

As his passion grew, he pushed his finger higher up his mother's pussy. He put his index finger on the puckered asshole and pressed it in. It was still wet enough for him to get it in and wiggle it around easily. Pat began moving her hips in a sensuous grind as his two fingers drove her crazy with new passion. Bob liked the way he had her impaled on the fork of his two strong fingers.

Bob was getting more and more obsessed with the tight canal of his mother's smooth-walled asshole. He felt around in there with his index finger. Reaching up the funky chamber as far as he could proved to him that there was plenty of room for his cock, if he could squeeze the fat thing through the tight entrance.

Bob had had his own fingers up his ass, as well as his mother's, and he knew it felt real good, and he messed that his mother would like to feel his huge prick shoved up her ass. She seemed to like the way his finger felt up there.

"I want to fuck you in the ass," he said to her.

"Oh, Bobby baby!" Pat gasped breathlessly, and he could tell that the idea excited her. "Stick your cock in my cunt fist to get it wet, so it won't hurt."

Bob began moving between his mother's legs to do as she said. She spread for him and his cock slid into her twat. It felt so good to both of them that they both hated to feel his prick slide out, but they knew it would be worth it. As Bob got up on his knees, Pat rolled over on her stomach. Her back had a beautiful curve from her armpits to the flare of her hips. The asscheeks looked like a comfortable pillow for Bob's bony pelvis when he stabbed his mom's ass with his shaft.

Putting a hand on each cheek, he spread them and looked at the puckered aperture between them. The target looked so cute nestling in that deep valley that Bob was almost overcome with the taught of what he was about to do. If someone had told him a few weeks ago that he would be sticking his cock into his mother's ass he wouldn't have believed it, but now that was what he was going to do.

Pat reached behind her and touched her whole with a fingerful of saliva to help lubricate the opening. Bob brought his cock, glistening with cunt juice, to the lipless mouth, and pressed his cockhead against it. At first nothing happened. He lifted the knob and put it back an the target, making sure it was right in the center of the brown, puckered dot. Then he pushed again. Pat pushed out with her ass too, and between both of their efforts, Bob's cock began sinking into the narrow pit.

Bob and Pat kept shoving against each other until the prick was entirely sunk. It was such a fantastic sensation to have his cock held in the tight and relatively dry tunnel that Bob could feel his wild heart beating in his cock. Pat could feel the rhythmic twitching of his tool as it reached up her ass, too.

When Bob started stroking his dong in and out, the tight ring of sphincter muscle held his loose skin still, and only the head and inner shaft moved back and forth, like when he jerked off. This was about a million times better than that, though.

With every thrust, sob's pelvis crashed into the lovely, fleshy mounds of her ass as his cockhead drove high up her ass-tube. Pat began grunting passionately with his onslaughts. Bob reached around his mother's hip and pushed his hand to her crotch. Slipping a finger into the lips of her cunt, he found her clit and rubbed it. The combination of having her ass penetrated and her clit diddled drove Pat wild. Beneath the weight of her son's body her own body writhed and gyrated in a fit of uncontrollable lust..

Bob was nearing an orgasm, and he wanted his mother to have one with him. He increased his finger motion on her clit, and felt her body increase its convulsive movements at the same rate. Bob's knees were firmly planted on the bed, giving him leverage to plow her ass, but the rest of his body was being bounced by the mad woman's gyrations.

As his juices started to flow, Bob knew it was going to be a good climax, and judging by the way his mother was going berserk below him, she was doing all right for herself too. Bob's gism began spurting into the tight grip of her ass, and the presence of the slimy stuff made his cock slide much easier. It was strange to feel such a different sensation at the end of the fuck; it gave it an extra something that thrilled Bob. He thought it would be nice to have seconds on a chick's ass, so it would be Nil of the slippery juice when he pierced it.

Pat was still jumping under him, so Bob kept his prick going and his finger diddling until the lusty woman stopped her frenetic twitching. He lay on top of Pat with his cock shrinking in her ass. Their mouths were open, and they panted in exhausted bliss. When Bob finally rolled off her, they told each other how terrific it had been. When Bob remembered how he hadn't been interested in fucking at all until his mother had taken matters into her own hands, he knew he was learning about fucking from an expert.

Bob was taking an afternoon off from his labors with his jalopy. Bill had shown up with some dynamite grass, and they decided to go to the park to smoke it. It was a beautiful, warm and sunny day, and there wasn't anything that Bob liked better than to go to the park and get stoned.

As the two boys wandered around among the trees and flowers, they passed the joint back and forth between them. By the time it was gone, they were floating several inches above the soft carpet of grass beneath their feet. The colors of the sky and flowers looked so much more brilliant than it had before they smoked, and when a butterfly batted its wings about their heads they almost keeled over from sheer delight.

They decided to take advantage of the high feeling and do something unusual. Bob hadn't climbed a tree in a long time, and he remembered what nice views he would get from high in the old oaks in the park. He led Bill to a grave full of the ancient trees. They found one that would be easy to climb once they got up to the first branch. That first one was pretty high though, and Bill had to give Bob a boost, then Bob had to let Bill tug on his leg as he scrambled up to join him.

They climbed high into the free; so high that the tree was thinning out and swaying under their might. From that vantage point they could look out and survey the whole city. It was just the thing for stoned contemplation. They were both in heaven as a warm breeze, that couldn't be felt on the ground, caressed their flushed cheeks.

After about an hour in the treetop, they began to get uncomfortable, and started down. Before they got near the jumping-off point, they heard voices. Instinctively they froze and waited to see what was going an. The voices were feminine, and there seemed to be two girls. The familiar smell of marijuana was the next thing they became aware of. They didn't stir, and soon two chicks came into view. They were passing a skinny cigarette and jabbering away merrily.