Brian Layer - Tempting mother

Bob was trembling with lust already, and all he could see was his mother standing in front of her mirror and unbuttoning her blouse. He could hardly believe what was happening.. But when Pat pulled the blouse off, Bob had an eyeful of her tits and he had to believe it was happening. She didn't even have to wear a bra. Her tits were big and firm. Not as firm as the one's he played with chat morning, but for a woman her age they were incredible.

Bob feasted his eyes on the beautiful jugs. He'd never seen tits before, even though he'd had a feels. Of course, he'd seen millions of pictures of fits, but that was completely different. The tits he was looking at now were real, living flesh.

He saw the nipples and was surprised at how pink they were. Pat had dark hair and dark eyes and he would have suspected his mother to have brown nipples. They were big and stiff. Her nipples looked like gumdrops stuck to the tips of those knockers. Before she undressed further, she folded her blouse and bent down to open a drawer. Her big tits sagged low, and Bob gasped at the sight. He would have given anything to have been able to walk over to her and lift one of those beauties in his cupped hand.

As Pat put the blouse away and pushed the drawer closed, Bob saw her tits quiver with the movement of pushing the drawer shut. They shook heavily, then came to relative stillness again. Bob fumbled in his robe for his prick. It felt terrifically hot to his sweaty hand. He squeezed his dong as he saw his mother pull down the zipper at the side of her pants.

Pat tugged the tight-fitting pants down and gave her son a good view of her long, shapely legs. Under the pants she wore a tiny pair of bikini undies. She turned toward Bob behind the keyhole and held the pants up. As she lifted her anus, Bob saw her tits rise and become rounder. His eyes followed the curves of her body down from the tits, over her thin waist and on to the flare of her wide hips. He could see the dark triangle of hair trough the thin material of her panties.

Pat held up the pants long enough to fold them, then walked to the closet to hang them up. She went out of Bob's view and he was afraid that the show might be over, but then he realized that the nightgown was still lying on the bed within his sight, and he knew he would see more. In another few seconds Pat reappeared. She was walking away from the door, with her son crouching on the other side of it. Bob saw her ass veiled behind the nylon of the undies.

Her ass was wide and the cheeks looked soft and heavy. As she walked, he could see those luscious cheeks quivering with her every step. He pulled the skin of his cock up over the hot head and felt a strong surge of excitement rink through him.

With her back still toward him, Pat lowered her undies. As her bare ass came into view Bob slid the skin of his prick back down to the base of the thick shaft. Pat turned toward him and Bob drank in the sight of her cunt. The inverted pyramid, covered with a carpet of curls, seemed to draw him through the keyhole. He had never felt such an attraction to anything in his life.

Pat walked toward the bed where the nightgown was laying. Bob knew he had only a few more seconds of cunt-sight, and he sped up his brain to record the sight in high speed. He stared as hard as he could at the lower point of the triangle in an effort to see the crack that he knew was hiding in there. It seemed that he could see the mouth beneath the hair, but it was impossible to be sure. The whole object seemed to be out of focus. The stray hairs that stuck out here and there from the main shape made the pussy seem like a fuzzy dream rather than a real thing.

Pat lifted the gown and held it over her head. Bob crammed the picture of her into his memory and she pulled the nightgown down over her body. He stayed there at his observation post to see what else might happen, then he realized that she would be going to the bathroom as his memory of the sounds of her usual routine came to his consciousness.

Bob scrambled back to his room as quickly and quietly as he could. Just before he closed his door he heard his mother open hers. He heard her walk past his room and go into the bathroom. He was dizzy and out of breath from the sights he'd witnessed and his body was covered with sweat. If he was ever more excited he couldn't remember when. His cock was still in his hand and he knew he was going to shoot like he never had. It was a great feeling to experience a sexual thrill about twice as powerful as any he'd ever felt before, but at the same time he was aware of a tremendous horniness. Now that he's seen the coveted treasures and was only jerking off, he was in a rage.

His hand went through the motions of whacking off, but in his mind he was acting out a different scene. He saw himself in his mother's room. She was as naked as she was a few minutes ago, and he grabbed her, threw her on the bed and shoved his cock up her cunt. As he tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his prick in her cunt, bullets of hot gism shot across the room.

The release of his seed helped bring Bob back to his senses. He went to his bed and sat down. The magazines were still laying there opened, but the pictures didn't even attract his attention. They couldn't compare to what he'd just seen through a keyhole. He brought the scene back to life through his vivid memory.

The memory confirmed his opinion that the sight of his mother's naked body was the most gorgeous sight in the world. He knew he would be a slave to the possibilities of peeking through her keyhole until he was able to see naked women whenever he wanted. Now more than ever he would have to have a girl to fuck.

As Bob embellished the memory with imagined action, his cock grew to its full, stiff size, and he brought himself off to yet another climax. He'd been jerking off so often lately that even his young body couldn't keep up with the demand for gism. He had to jerk it for a long time to squeeze out a few drops of the white liquid.

The next day Bob was out in the yard with his car again. The horny energy that kept churning in him made it difficult to get any real work done so he was glad when Chuck and Paul showed up. They had a six-pack of beer and since Bob's mother was away for the day, they could drink the beer without having to worry about her catching them.

They sat in the car, sipped the brew and talked about things in general. That usually meant girls and the conversation soon turned to that topic. Paul told the guys about his mother's cleaning lady. She was an older woman, but not bad-looking. As soon as she started working at his place she offered herself to him.

"I wasn't interested at first," Paul said. "She's as old as my mother and not as good-looking. Besides, she always smells of detergent. But one day when I was really horny, I gave her a try. Wow, that old girl can really fuck!"

Paul closed his eyes as if he were reliving a fuck with the cleaning lady. The other guys were impressed, but they all suspected each other's stories as being as fictitious as their own. Still, it was fun to trade tales.

"Have either of you guys seen Bill lately?" Chuck asked.

When they said they hadn't, Chuck told them that he had brought some chick to a party at Don's and that she had taken on the whole bunch of them. Bob and Paul were very interested in that piece of info. Bill was a good friend of theirs even tough he did hang around with the older guys a lot, and if he had a chick who was willing to put out for all his friends, they should be able to get in on it. They asked Chuck for all the details, but he couldn't add much more. He'd only heard about it from someone else.

The conversation turned to other things and the last of the beer disappeared. Two bottles of beer for each of the inexperienced drinkers was enough to make them feel nicely relaxed and happy. As they settled back in the laid-up car, in the glow of the beer's effects, they heard a voice call out to them.