Brian Layer - Tempting mother

Bob felt a bit ridiculous with his limp cock glistening with the residue of the fuck, and he pulled his clothes on. When Chuck came don, Paul shot up the stairs for his turn. Before long all three of them had been serviced and Joanna came down and dressed. Bill took the girl by the arm, said good-bye, and was gone. The three fuckers were left to wonder if it had really happened.

The guys didn't feel like talking about it. Each of them preferred to be alone with the memory, so Chuck and Paul left. Bob was glad to be alone. He went up to his room, the scene of the miracle. He lay on his bed and thought about the fuck. It had been the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, but it was over so fast that he didn't get to do a fraction of the things that he'd been dreaming about for all his horny teenage years.

He tried to remember how it felt to have his cock up that hot, tight cunt, but all he could remember was that it felt like heaven. Having her body pressing naked against his was fantastic, but that didn't last long enough for him to be able to re-create that feeling in his mind either.

Well, it was a fuck and a first step. He'd broken the ice. He still was in desperate need of all the things he imagined himself doing, but he was reminded that things could happen at any time. That fuck just fell out of the blue, and it could happen again at any time. Bob still planned to keep up his efforts though, to help things along.

As he thought about the fuck and the girl, his cock blew up again. He wished he could have her now, all to himself and for as long as he would need to thoroughly ravage her body. As he thought about all the things he would do to her, he knew he would have to jerk off to clear his mind. He pulled a few magazines from under his mattress and looked through them.

He stopped on a page that showed a woman on her knees, ass to the camera. Her ass cheeks were spread wide and every feature of her crotch was clearly shown. Bob had just gotten fucked and he didn't even get a chance to really see Joanna's twat. He realized he should have put the chick in the position shown in the magazine. He could have filled his eyes with the view and fucked her doggie-style.

The picture in the magazine was nice, but it didn't smell like a cunt or feel like one. As Bob moved his face near the picture to examine the interior of the opened cunt carefully, he unsnapped his pants and fished his stiff prick out. He studied the way the pink interior of the pussy was spread. The inner lips looked so inviting, and they were spread too, showing the inky blackness of her canal. Bob began to slide his hand up and down, his cock-shaft as he tried to bring to mind the feeling of sticking his cock in that cunt a little while ago, with the picture to help him concentrate. It seemed to work, and the hot slipperiness inside Joanna's cunt came back to his mind.

He looked at the bubble of pink cunt-flesh in the picture that he knew was the clitoris. He didn't get a chance to even feel the real thing when he had it in his bed, and he made a mental note to be sure to get a better chance the next time. His jacking was having its effect, he felt the familiar sensations of lust pounding in his brain.

Whenever he jerked off looking at a dirty picture he would focus on a certain part of the picture when he came. He was about to shoot, and he fixed his gaze on the puckered hole above the pussy in the picture. He could have reached behind Joanna's hips and fingered her asshole while he was fucking her, but he never even thought of it at the time. The next time he would remember, he promised himself.

As he studied the whole in the magazine, imagining how it would feel to stuff his rod in that chamber, he blew his load all over the picture. He used a kleenex to blot up the gism. The magazines in his porno collection were getting all spotted, and Bob knew he would have to replace them soon. That wouldn't be necessary if his dream would come true and he could find a real, live girl to fuck. Then he could take his magazines and throw them all away.

The fuck Bob received did help his horniness. The next few days were spent working on the car and he only jerked off in the evening. That isn't to say he didn't still have sex on bin mind all the time, tough. His mother continued to be a source of inspiration too. He found himself staring at her boobs and dreaming about lying on top of her naked body with his cock high up her twat.

One afternoon, a few days after his introduction to the splendors of fucking, Bob took a break from his work. He sat on a pile of bricks, which served as a stool for the guys who came to help him, and relaxed. He was thinking about his mother and some strange things that had happened between them. The time he peeked through her keyhole came back to him. That was a nice memory. Then he remembered the time he got his prick stuck in his fly while getting ready for school in too much of a hurry one morning.

Bob couldn't help smiling at that memory, although it wasn't funny at the time. His mother was yelling at him to hurry, while he was struggling with the problem of how to get the loose skin around his cockhead out of the zipper of his pants where it was painfully caught. He couldn't move the zipper up or down without causing himself pain. Finally he had to go to his mother with his cockhead sticking out of his fly.

She was very concerned as she took the problem into her capable hands. Handling his cock tenderly, she managed to free the dong from the zipper. Bob was relieved and grateful, although embarrassed. When he got his dork put away and was on his way to school he realized how pleasurable it was to have his cock handled by his mother. That was a surprise at the time, but he understood it now. His mother was a sharp chick with a lot of sex appeal. Any guy in his right mind would love to get his prick in her cockpit, even if the guy were her own son.

That crazy incident a few years back really turned Bob on. He was suddenly obsessed with the thought of his mother's fantastic body. She wasn't home at the moment and Bob felt a desire to go into her room where there was always the lingering odor of her body. As he climbed the stairs he got more and more excited; more than he would expect to be by just the prospect of visiting her bedroom.

By the time he entered the room his cock was throbbing in the confines of his pants and his head felt light. The room looked different to him. Probably because he never came in there with the ideas he had in his head now. It was a plain room; no frills or fancy ornaments. But it was unmistakably a feminine room. Her bottles of perfume and stuff like that were lined up on her dresser. Everything was neat and orderly, unlike his own room, except, for a pile of his mother's underwear on the seat of a chair.

Bob went to the pile of laundry and lifted the top garment. It was a pair of tiny, bikini-style undies, like the kind he watched her take off when he was peeking through her keyhole the other night. Bob was surprised at his reaction to the garment. He was suddenly raving with horny energy. His body seemed to be operating automatically as his arm bent and brought the panties to his face. Breathing deeply through his nose, Bob was filled with the heavy and funky perfume of a lusty woman's crotch. The odor drove Bob to even higher planes of dizzying passion.

Before he had a chance to think about what he was doing he began puffing his clothing off. As soon as he was naked with his huge cock sticking out in the womanly atmosphere of his mother's room, he picked up the silky pair of undies again and pulled them on. They felt so incredibly cool and slinky on his skin that he wondered why he hadn't tried them on before. As he pulled them up around his hard ass and heavy balls he was filled with the thrill of secret pleasures that were available to those imaginative enough to experiment.