Brian Layer - Tempting mother

The blond started pulling on her clothes, while the brunette kept licking her fingers. The blond yelled at her love to get dressed and she obeyed slowly. When the blond was dressed she grabbed her darker friend by the wrist and began pulling her away from the grove. The brunette was still pulling up her pants and looking back at the guys in the tree with that same smile on her face. She seemed reluctant to leave.

When they were out of sight, the boys looked at each other and began to howl with amazed delight. They could hardly believe what they'd seen. As they laughed, they heard the word "Assholes!" shouted from the direction of the girls had disappeared in. Apparently they had heard the howling laughter. The boys started howling all over again.

They got down from the free and walked around some more. They couldn't wait to tell the other guys what they had seen, but they knew they would have a hard time convincing them that it was true. It hadn't been far from the place where they had that orgy the week before. Bob decided that it would be a good idea to hang around in the park more often.

The memory of those two girls eating each other's cunts stayed with Bob. He wondered if his mother had ever done anything like that. If she had, he would have liked to watch, or, even better, to participate. He would have to tell her about the things he saw in the park and ask her what she thought about it all. If Bob knew that his mother had eaten her first pussy the same day that he first ate her cunt, he would have been happy and excited..

The guys were hanging around Bob's yard more often lately. He figured that it was because now that he was finished with the work on his car they could just sit around and not feel guilty for not pitching in, and letting him do all the work. Bob was doing some painting, and the guys didn't mind taking a brush and helping him with that.

What Bob didn't know, and even the guys themselves weren't aware of, was that the glimpses they got of Pat kept them interested in hanging around. Pat hadn't failed to notice all the good-looking studs that were congregating in her yard, either. She would look down at them from an upstairs window, and wonder about their sex lives. Were any of them sleeping with their mothers, like Bob was? she Wondered. She would have given anything to find out.

Bob and Bill were wielding brushes; Chuck and Paul were just sitting around. Someone mentioned Joanna, and Bill said he hadn't seen her in a while, but he'd heard that she ran away with a rock musician. They joked about her for a while, then talked about other chicks and other good times. Bob wished he could tell the guys about him and his mother, but Pat had told him that he'd better not say anything. He was sure that his sex life was better than that of any of the other guys.

Paul started talking about a cousin that had been visiting his family from out of town. She was his age and stacked, he claimed, and he'd been fucking her every day since she arrived. According to Paul, she had the tightest cunt in the world. Even tighter than most chicks' assholes.

"How do you know?" demanded Chuck suddenly.

"Well. I haven't fucked every chick in the world up the ass, but judging from the asses I've stabbed, her cunt is lighter," Paul said.

"You mean you've actually fucked chicks up the ass?" Chuck asked.

All the guys looked at Chuck in surprised realization of his innocence. Chuck saw the faces turned to him, and he read the expressions on them accurately. He stuck to his guns, though.

"I think that's sick," Chuck said. "I mean, I can see fucking them in the mouth, or even between the tits, but up the ass! Ugh!"

"You don't know what you're missing," Bill said.

"You can have it," Chuck said. "Have you ever fucked a chick in the ass, Bob?"

Bob wondered why Chuck asked him that question. Knowing that he had to watch himself, and not say anything about him and Pat, he hesitated before answering.

"Sure, lots of times," Bob said as nonchalantly possible.

Chuck finally shut up about that topic, but he looked like he might be reconsidering the whole matter.

The conversation went on and on, about this and that, but the subject of girls and fucking was always intertwined in the talk. If the guys had known that they weren't having a simple conversation among the four of them, they might have talked about other things. As it was, their talk was going to have consequences for them that they never would have imagined, and that they wouldn't have wanted to miss for the world.

In the second story of the house, behind a dark window above and behind them, someone was eavesdropping. A woman old enough to be their mother, who in fact was a mother to one of them, was listening to every word. Pat had gotten into the habit of going into the upstairs bathroom when the guys were hanging around her yard, which they were doing more often these days, to look down on them and listen to their adolescent talk. She didn't admit to herself that she was spying. At first she would clean in the bathroom, or use the toilet, and just happen to hear a sentence or two. When she found herself hanging around in there with nothing to do except keep her ear near the opened window and listen in on her son's and his friends' conversations, she had to make up another excuse, and she told herself that she was just checking to be sure that Bob didn't let their secret out.

Now she had to be honest with herself, though. She loved to hear those kids talking and bragging about their experiences. She was amused by Chuck's naivete about ass-fucking. But she wasn't merely amused; she was also turned on. The talk reminded her of how it had felt, to have her boy's hard cock stuck way up her as. She couldn't help thinking and wondering how it would feel to have the other guys' cocks up her cunt. Or maybe one long, hard prick up her while another plowed up her burning and drooling cunt.

Pat was getting herself really worked up. She wished the boys would leave so she could call Bob into the house and turn her longings into reality. That was a feeble hope, though. They usually hung around for hours at a time, and it was still early. Still looking out the window, Pat unfastened her pants and pulled them down. If one of the boys had looked up at the window at that second, they would have just barely been able to see the bare belly and the forearm that crossed it in the dim light of the bedroom.

Pat reached to her omit and touched the damp hair. Her hand was trembling slightly as she stuck a finger into the soft lips of her vulva. Jerking off wasn't really what she needed, but it seemed to be the only avenue open to her in this emergency. As she sank two fingers up the flowing tunnel of her cunt, she suddenly rebelled. Why should she rub herself off to a mediocre orgasm, alone in the gloomy bathroom, when there were four young, virile studs hanging around in her yard?

So what if the other guys knew what kind of woman she was? She wasn't tamed of loving sex. Pat didn't know if it was her brain or her cunt making the decision, but it was made and couldn't be gone back on now. Her body was gearing up for some hard fucking, and even if she wanted to change her mind, she would have been powerless to do so. She was making plans.

Pat suddenly raised the window and stuck her head out. "Will you boys come in here for a few minutes and help me move a few things?"

They said they would, of course, and with a pounding heart she ran into her bedroom to add a few touches that she thought might help. Pulling open her underwear drawers, she scattered a few sexy garments here and there. Then she pulled all her clothes off and put on an old bathrobe. The guys were already coming up the stairs. Pat made sure that her robe was hanging open enough to give the boys a good view of the valley between her tits. In the last second she had alone, before the guys came into view, she looked in the mirror and bent down. When she saw her tits hanging in full view through the vee of her bathrobe she was satisfied.