Brian Layer - Tempting mother

Bob felt Betty's hand drop to his thigh. Her hand felt warm but light. He hoped that she would move it closer to his bulging crotch. To encourage her, he moved his own hand toward her crotch. She still didn't move hers, but Bob was on his way to her cunt and there was no stopping now.

Betty was wearing tight-fitting jeans and the denim hugged her thighs like paint. When his hand reached the region of her pussy, Bob could feel the heat radiating from the treasure beneath her jeans, but the cunt was well wrapped and as his fingers pressed against it he couldn't really get a sense of touching a real pussy.

Although Bob was inexperienced, he had learned a lot by listening to the more experienced guys talking about their scores. He knew that there was a magic button in a girls cunt that would drive him nuts with passion if it was touched. Bob knew that the button was located near the front of a twat, and he poked and prodded Betty's cunt hoping to hit that spot.

If he could get her as horny as he was there would be no doubt that she would give him all she had. Bob began manipulating her cunt with more and mare energy, and when he felt her hand on his wrist, pulling his hand away from her hot crotch, he knew he'd blown it.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing, but if you keep that up I'll have too much trouble resisting later," she said.

"Why resist at all?" Bob asked. He could hear the disappointment in his own voice.

Betty didn't answer. She kissed him again and Bob grabbed her tit. It wasn't the same after being stopped, and he soon got too restless to continue massaging her tit without hope of getting fucked. Betty sensed his impatience and they soon separated their bodies. Betty said she had to get going and Bob told her he was glad she stopped by, he really was.

While she walked down the driveway Bob touched the lump in his pants. His cock responded by jerking against the prison of his jeans. He imagined that it was Betty's hand as he closed his eyes and brought the memory of her firm tit into his mind. He massaged his cock through his pants until he couldn't resist pulling it out.

The stiff, blood-engorged prick stood up on his lap with his hand wrapped tightly around it. Bob looked at the well-padded head and imagined it plowing up Betty's snatch. He felt his pulse beating fast and strong in the shaft he was holding, and like so many times before he started jerking off.

Slowly at first, then gradually faster, until he was a raving maniac. The frustrated lust that had built up within him was coming to a boil and about to explode. When it did overflow the steaming cauldron of his body, Bob had a few seconds of bliss. Then his brain leveled off and there he was, sitting in his car with gism all ever the place.

Bob sat there for a long time. He wondered if he would ever get the car on the road and if he would ever get laid. At that moment it didn't seem likely.

Bob didn't get much work done that day. His mind kept returning to the firm tits that he had had the pleasure of massaging that morning. His mood began to lift as he figured that if he kept plugging away, he would have to get laid eventually. After all, Betty had let him grab some lit. If he got her in his car again he might get even farther, and if he got the right girl he might be able to wet his dong.

By the time he got anything done, it was time to have supper. Bob and his mom ate without saying very much. Bob kept looking at his mother's tit, and she noticed it. He was comparing them to the jugs he'd held that morning. It never occurred to him, but the front seat of the car was in plain view of the upstairs bathroom window, and his mother had watched every move he had made with Betty and with his own cock.

If he'd known that he would have been terribly embarrassed. He might have felt better if, with that information, he also knew that his masturbation had caused his mother to imitate him. Yes, Pat was a horny woman, and the sight of her bay's cock had set her body on fire. If she could have, she would have run down to him and taken his cock into her own hand and pumped it. Then she would have ripped her clothes off and given her body to the young, virile teen.

Pat knew that incest was wrong, though, and she couldn't do anything about her lust except sit on the toilet and stick her fingers in her drooling twat and rub her clit until she came. Unlike her son, she couldn't satisfy herself with one orgasm. As Bob had sat resting in the front seat of his car, Pat had been rubbing herself off to a second orgasm. She had continued looking out the window at her son's cock, but it was soft now, and before she climaxed a second time, he had put it back in his pants.

Pat didn't get much housework done that day. Both of them were suffering from the same deprivation and neither of them could have gone to the other for relief. At dinner, there seemed to be magnetic lines of force running between them. Pat felt it in her cunt and Bob had a hard-on all through the meal. If either of them knew that the other was feeling the same forces things might have turned out differently.

When supper was over they both sat around, watched television and thumbed through magazines. Bob didn't feel like going to the soda shop and Pat didn't have a date. It would have been a nice, quiet evening at home if it hadn't been for the raging need in both of them.

Bob said good night and went to his room early. When he was in the privacy of his room, he pulled a few of his porno magazines out from under his mattress. They were another secret that Pat was in on. She'd discovered them and enjoyed looking at the pictures. She even used them for the same thing that Bob used them for a few times.

Bob turned to his favorite pictures in a few of the map and laid them out Of the bed. Then he pulled his clothes off and caressed his cock once again. He was ready to start the old exercise again when he heard his mother's footsteps on the stain. He felt a strange thrill go through his body. Suddenly his magazines didn't seem as exciting as other possibilities that occurred to him.

He listened to his mother's movements. She was in her room, and Bob assumed that she would be getting undressed for bed. Without thinking about what he was doing he slipped off the bed and threw his robe over him. Creeping to the door, he peered out into the hall. He could see light flowing from around his mother's door, and his heart began pounding.

There didn't seem to be any reason that he couldn't go to her door and see what he could. He would have hated to be caught pecking into her room, but he didn't let himself think of that. He held his breath and walked as lightly as he could to his mother's door. The floorboards creaked under his feet and it sounded awfully loud to him, but he kept going.

In a few seconds he was standing at her door. The door wasn't completely closed, but he couldn't see anything around the edges except for a line of light. Then he noticed light slipping out of the keyhole. Bob crouched down and brought his face to the hole. It took a while to focus, but he soon xx room. He didn't see his mom though.

Then, suddenly, he saw her. She was still dressed. He was glad to see that he wasn't too late. She was walking back and forth, to and fro, picking things up and putting things away. A white flash obscured his view for a second, and Bob realized that he had seen her take her white nightgown from the closet. He moved his face closer to the keyhole and saw Pat throw the gown on her bed.

Now he knew that he was going to get to watch her change into that flowing gown. He'd seen her wearing it several times. It was the closest he'd come to seeing her naked since before he was interested in such things. When he saw her in the gown he considered himself lucky. It was very sheer and her tits and dark pubic patch showed through. The thing hung loosely and was always in motion, so it was hard to get a good view of her body through it, but flaw he was going to get a good view of her without the gown in the way.