Brian Layer - Tempting mother

Bob shoved his stiff cock into the white, nylon undies. His cock held the elastic waistband away from his skin, and as he looked down at his cock held sideways in the underwear he was reminded of a man lying in a hammock. Stepping in front of the large mirror above the dresser, Bob took in the kinky sight. He looked pretty weird, but the sight of his masculine body in that tight-fitting, obviously feminine garment made his heart beat even faster.

Bob went over to the pile of clothes again to see what else was there. The next thing he lifted was a short slip. Just holding it up in front of his face thrilled him. He pulled it over his head and in place on his body. The bottom of the thing just covered the undies he WSS wearing. As the garment had dropped over his face Bob had had a good whiff of the familiar smell that was a mixture of his mother's natural odor and the scent of her perfume.

Again he went to the mirror. He was fascinated. It would never have occurred to him that putting on his mother's underwear could have such a powerful effect on him. He felt his cock jerking wildly in the smooth, nylon undies, and the sheer material of the slip felt great on his belly. Bob turned around a few times to get a view of the back. He even lifted the slip to see his ass in the undies. Remembering the sight of his mother's ass filling the garment, he had to say that his own ass was almost as sexy. He wondered if chicks got excited by the sight of a good-looking guy's ass.

Bob pulled his cock out of the panties and out from under the hem of the slip. The mirror showed his stiff prick sticking out from the sea of white nylon. It was a strange sight and it was having a sexy effect on him. Bob took his cock in his hand and began fingering it as he Imagined a chick would. He remembered again the way his mother's fingers felt on his cock when she had helped him free it from the zipper.

Bob was at the point of frenzy where he would have to start jerking off or he would spill over from sheer pressure, and miss a powerful orgasm. He began jerking his hot prick, and in a few seconds white glow of juice were shooting at the mirror. The first few drops bit the glass and the rest formed a line of spots across the dresser, among the bottles of perfume.

After coming, Bob felt uncomfortable in such a weird situation. Grabbing a tissue he began blotting up the residue of his ecstasy. As he finished the dean-up job he heard footsteps on the stairs. His heart skipped a beat as he realized his mother had come home and in his passion he hadn't heard her.

In a flash Rob dashed from her room and toward his own. There was a turn at the top of the stairs and his only hope was that he could be in his own room before Pat got around the corner and had a view of the hall. He almost made it.

As she came around that corner Pat caught a glimpse of a white flash. It disappeared into Bob's room and it took her brain several seconds to put together the image. The only thing she could come up with was the white garment. The fact that he was running made Pat refrain from calling out to him to say she was home. Something strange was going on.

She went into her own room to change, but the strange thing she'd seen in the ball stayed in her mind. Then she noticed her bra lying on the chair. It all fit together suddenly. She knew she had left a slip and a pair of undies on that chair the night before. She experienced a strange twinge of excitement as she realized what had been going on in her room just seconds ago.

Pat had heard of boys dressing in their mother's clothes and she knew it was a normal thing, but it made her think. The poor boy was at the age when he had to grab at any sexual stimulation he could get. She remembered watching him strike out with the young girl in his car a few days ago, and how he had had to sit there and jerk off. He was probably in his room going crazy with worry right now, Pat thought.

She had to do something to let him off the hook. Stomping down the stain loudly, she began calling out for him in the yard. That would give him a chance to cover his tracks.

"I'm up here, Mom," she heard him call down to her. He sounded guilty of something, and Pat wondered what she would think if she didn't know what was on his mind.

"Dinner will be ready in half an hour," she called to him.

As she rattled some pots and pans, Bob stalked through the kitchen and out the back door. He didn't look at her. When she went upstairs the next time, her underwear WSS back on the chair. Pat had the feeling that something was going to give in her relationship with that horny kid soon, and the thought made her cunt wet.

Bob was messing around with his car parts and hoping his face would return to its normal color before dinner was ready. He had never been so miserable as when he had gotten into his own room dressed like he had been. How could he have been so careless? Would she notice that her underwear was gone? Would she know her son was a pervert?

When she had gone downstairs and had begun calling him, Bob had to scramble like mad to get everything back where it had been. It seemed that he'd gotten away with it this time. But he knew he could never know for sure. His mother was a kind and clever woman and she would have been diplomatic if she had seen him in the hall or had noticed her underwear missing.

Then Bob had another inspiration. If she had seen him in her undies she would have an idea of his longing for her. Now Bob felt better. If she was on to him, she might be tempted to reward him for his devotion by offering him her body. Bob pictured her slipping into his bed one night and smothering him with the warm flesh of her tits. By the time dinner was served Bob not only felt unashamed, but he was feeling like a more experienced stud. He almost hoped she did know. There was so much more he wanted to communicate to her, too.

Going along with the promise he had made to himself, Bob called Betty and asked her out. He could tell she was thinking about that "ride" in his car the afternoon she had stopped over. She agreed to go to see a movie with him and Bob was hoping for the best.

When Bob picked her up in the evening he realized that he had forgotten just what a sharp chick she was. As she walked into the room where Bob was uncomfortably talking to her mother, he saw those nice tits bounce toward him. His mouth watered as he knew that he would at lout be welcome to massage those jugs. Bob hoped that his having gotten laid would somehow give him whatever it would take to make a girl do what he wanted. He felt different and it might show, and help.

It wasn't easy to think up things to say to the gorgeous chick when all he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck her. He was glad when they finally got to the theater and he could just sit back and watch the film and, of course, grab some lit. When the lights went down, Bob put his arm around Betty and felt her lean toward him; an encouraging movement.

They kissed a few times, but not enough to take their minds off the movie. Bob crept his fingers down her chest to the lovely bulges that held her blouse out so beautifully. He touched one globe lightly, then wrapped his hand more firmly around it. There was too much tit there to hold it all at one time, so Bob moved his hand around on the firm protuberance. He felt beneath the globe, where it joined her chest, then ran his fingers out to the tip where he played with her erect nipple with his fingertips.

Bob used all the tit-holding techniques he could think of. He handled it gently, then roughly; he squeezed it with his fingers, then with the palm of his hand he pushed the jellied globe against her chest. Putting his hand under the heavy tit he lifted it and felt its delicious weight.

Bob didn't want to make a scene in the theater so he didn't crawl all over Betty. There was only so much he could do while sitting back in his chair. He did put his free hand on her thigh though. He was hoping that she would do the same, and she finally did. Her hot hand made Bob's balls tingle with excitement even though her hand was a good eight inches from his crotch.