Brian Layer - Tempting mother

The only type of sex Bob ever had was the type he was about to have again. He'd been jerking off for several years, since a friend of his had told him about it. But a day hadn't gone by since that first orgasm that he hadn't wished with all his might that he could stick his hard cock into the mysterious cavern between a girl's legs.

Bob strained his earn and began moving his fist up and down on his joint, dragging the loose skin up over the fat head, then down until his cock was taut and his hand was pressing on his big balls. He tried to imagine what it would be like to be in the place of that lucky guy in his mother's bed. He could only approximate the sensation since he had never experienced more of a woman's body than a few quick feels of young tits.

The idea that some guy was lying naked with his mother, and feeling her big tits on his bare chest while free to explore every nook and army of her gorgeous body was absolutely incredible to him. The reality of the situation seemed too good to be true.

Bob heard his mother's moaning rise to a pinnacle of lust, and he followed the sound with his pumping fist. When she was expressing the frenzy of a coming, cunt-lapped sex fiend by her wild wails, Bob was sharing her pleasure. His cock was bucking and burning, and soon a fountain of gism was leaping from the tip of it.

It was fascinating jerking off to the sounds of his mother's lust, but the climax was spoiled by the jealousy he felt toward the guy who was getting the real thing. As he lay in bed in horny madness, he plotted ways to get what he longed for so desperately. If his mother fell asleep before her boy friend left, he could wait for the guy to leave, then crawl into his mother's bed and pretend to be the guy and fuck her.

It was a silly plan and he knew he could never get away with it. He could never even try, but it was exciting to think about. As Bob amused himself with these thoughts, he heard the sounds of lust starting up again. He grabbed his rising cock and pumped himself off to another orgasm to the beat being generated in the next room.

He would have to get laid pretty soon, he knew, or he would go crazy with horniness. There and then he promised himself to devote all his energy to getting fucked. He would ask every girl he knew out, and try as hard as he could to crack the crack barrier. That was a comforting thought, and as he d00fted off to sleep he successfully prevented himself from remembering that he'd made that same promise to himself a dozen times before without any result.

The next morning at breakfast Bob was sullen. Call had disappeared sometime during the night, but the memory and jealousy remained. Pat noticed her son's mood but didn't comment on it-probably because she suspected what might have caused it. She always tried to muffle her sounds of sexual joy when fucking at home, but she was never able to and she knew the walls were thin.

Summer vacation had started and Bob was looking forward to his freedom to get his car on the road. He'd saved enough money to buy a ten-year-old car with a blown engine, but he had no doubts that he could have it running and on the road by August.

As soon as breakfast was over, Bob went out to the yard where his car sat. There was a line of engine parts sitting on the ground to be cleaned and put back together. Before starting to work, Bob stood there and looked at his dream machine. It was a bit rusty around the edges and it needed a new convertible top, but he would have it on the road by his birthday and then he would have girls hanging off him.

He could see himself driving down the road, the car full of chicks, on their way to the beach or to a party. The girls would be at his disposal. He would even drive with his hand up their skirts or in their jerseys. From time to time he would stop and they would all climb into the back seat for a fast orgy.

In the middle of his daydream, Bob remembered the sounds he heard coming from the room next to his the night before. Then he remembered his promise to himself. He wasn't going to wait for the car to be on the road, and besides, he knew his plans for the car were a little overblown. The car couldn't get him laid; he would have to do it himself.

Bob heard footsteps and turned around. He saw Betty, a cute girl from his class at school, coming up the drive. Her long brown hair was scattered over her shoulders and her big tits were pointing out at him as she walked up the driveway. Bob's prick began to stir in his jeans as he watched those tits bounce slightly as she walked.

"Hi, Bob," she sang in her sexy voice. "How's the car coming?"

He told her it was coming along all right and wondered why she was dropping in on him like this. He usually only saw her when she was with her girl friends at the soda shop or in the playground.

"I was just passing by and saw you back here, so I decided to see what's happening," she explained as if she could sense his surprise at her visit. "Gee, are you going to put all that back together yourself?" she asked.

"Sure, it's not hard, really," Bob said in his most assured voice.

Whenever the conversation was about his car, Bob could expound on his plans and ideas with confidence. He told Betty that as soon as the car was on the road he would make sure she got the first ride. As he spoke he pictured the two of them in the front seat together. She would be sitting close to him and he would have his hand on her thigh. The mental image gave him the courage to try something he usually wouldn't have.

"Want to sit in the car with me for a while?" he asked her.

She looked at him strangely, but then said she would. They hopped into the car as if they were going for a ride even though most of the engine was lying on the ground. Bob got behind the wheel, but Betty didn't sit close to him. She sat near the door, leaning against it. Bob suddenly felt foolish, as if he'd asked her to play a silly game with him.

He almost changed his mind about the real game he was thinking about when he remembered his promise and decided to continue.

"If the car was running would you go to the drive-in with me?" he asked.

"I might," she said with a teasing air.

Bob looked at her and could tell by her smile that she probably would go to the drive-in with him. He wondered if she'd ever been there with a guy and he asked her.

"Sure, lots of times," she said. "When I used to go out with Dan, we went to the drive-in all the time."

Don was an older guy and one of the few who had a car in the whole school. Don did all right far himself and Bob used him as an inspiration for getting his own car.

"Let's pretend that we're at the drive-in," Bob said, and reached for Betty.

She stood her ground at first, but finally moved over to his side. Bob put his arm around her and held her tight. He was getting really excited about the idea of having this chick near him. After all, she had gone out with Don and everybody knew his reputation. He moved his face to hers and they kissed. Bob tightened his hold on her and she opened her mouth to admit his tongue.

She could really kiss, Bob found, and he hoped to get somewhere with her right away. He enjoyed the tongue-play for a while and gave her a chance to heat up before trying anything else. When he felt her hot breath puffing out of her nose with increasing rhythm, he took his chance. His hand, which had been on her thigh, began moving up her body. He landed on her tit and cupped his fingers around it.

Bob waited to see what she would do, and when she did nothing he tightened his grip on the knocker. He could feel the firm tit beneath her cotton jersey. It was the firmest tit he'd ever grabbed and the most exciting, or so it seemed. He felt her young nipple and noticed that it was as erect as his cock. With his fingertips, he examined the contours of the stiff nipple and the bumpy areola that surrounded it.