Brian Layer - Tempting mother

There was a couch and they sat down. Resuming the position they were in in the theater, they kissed and put their hands where they had been. Bob gave her cunt a few strokes through her jeans, then went right for her button. He unsnapped it and pulled down her zipper. She didn't stop him.

Bob's heart was pounding and his hand was trembling as he stuck his fingers in her pants. Her smooth belly felt so good to him that he could hardly believe there was so much more coming his way. He felt the top of her undies and slipped his fingers under the elastic. The hidden curls met his fingertip and still she didn't stop him. Bob flattened his hand against her belly and shoved it down into her pants.

His fingertips combed through the fleecy hair and he felt the top corner of the crack. His tongue was deep in her mouth and he felt her suck it even farther into her mouth as his fingers caressed her cunt. He pushed his hand deeper into her pants and grabbed as much cunt as he could. Now he could get his middle finger in the crack, but he couldn't get his hand down far enough to reach the opening of her well. He would have to get her pants off her if he was going to get his finger into her wet insides.

Bob lifted his hand out and whispered into her ear. She did what he asked immediately. Getting up and standing before him, Bob was able to tug at her pants and expose her belly. Betty helped him pull down the tight-fitting pants and Bob saw the dark curls emerge. Soon he was staring at her bare cunt, a few inches from his face. He could smell the peculiar odor of her juices.

Betty kicked her pants off her feet and sat back down. Bob kept his eyes on her cunt until she pulled his face to hers and kissed him. Now when he put his hand on her crotch there were no obstacles to his entering her. He pushed his fingers between her legs and her thighs sagged open to give him room.

The hair around the gash was wet with the slippery juice that was leaking from her cunt. The mouth was open and Bob could feel the tender flesh of her inner lips between the hair-covered outer lips. Pressing his middle finger into the slot, he found that it glided in with the lubricated ease of her willingness. The first thing he did was send his finger high up her flowing cuntal tube.

Betty stiffened her body at the intrusion, but soon relaxed and started moving her hips in a circular motion to increase the effects of his finger on her cunt. Bob reached high up her canal, then withdrew his finger and explored the outer regions. The wiggly inner lips led his finger to the bunched-up flesh that surrounded her clit.

He knew when he had hit the right spot because Betty drew in a sharp breath through her nostrils. As he wiggled the hard kernel around, she began wiggling her whole body. Soon she dropped her head onto the back of the couch, taking her mouth from his. Bob looked at her face and was shocked at the expression of total pleasure she was wearing.

Her mouth was wide open as she breathed heavily through it. Her eyes were shut tight and her features were all scrunched up. Bob looked down at her cunt. All he could see was her hair and his hand wedged between her thighs. He wanted to get down there and see what was going on, but Betty was holding him tightly by his hair and neck and he couldn't move. He just kept wiggling her clit and staring at her face.

Desperate sounds began coming out of her mouth with every breath. The sounds excited Rob and he increased his clitoral manipulations. She was really getting wild and Bob knew she was having an orgasm. The idea of bringing a girl off with his fingers made him feel ten-feet tall. Betty almost jumped off his finger as she hit her peak. She pulled his hand from her crotch when she could stand it no more.

Betty collapsed in Bob's arms as she caught her breath. Then she told him to take his clothes off. Her words hit Bob like a hammer. This was it! He jumped up and started puffing his clothes off as Betty sat and watched. Bob opened his belt and pants in record time. When he pulled his pants down and his cock sprang out, he could almost feel Betty's gaze on it.

He sat down again as she was pulling her jersey off, the only garment she still wore. Bob looked down at her tilt They were spectacular. Big and firm and white. She was staring don at him too, Bob watched her hand move in slow-motion to his cock and take the pole into her fist.

Betty was fascinated with his tool and she handled it as if it were a rare art object. She studied the fat head and the veiny shaft. While she played with the strange new toy, Bob worked on her tits and cunt. When they had seen enough for a while, They kissed again. Their bodies came together and they fell sideways on the couch. Betty maneuvered onto her back and Bob wound up lying on top of her.

He lifted his hips to free his cock, which was sandwiched between their bellies, and brought the throbbing thing to her wet and opened gash. Reaching around her hips to her cunt with one hand, Bob guided his cock carefully to the hot portals. Lowering his hips put his prick into the tight hole. Once again Bob was experiencing the bliss of having his cock held by a juicy pussy.

Betty was squeezing him so tightly around his chest that Bob couldn't breathe, but he didn't even notice. They began moving their hips and they soon had Bob's twitching tool sliding smoothly in and out of her cunt. Their faces were pressed together and they were panting in each other's ears. Bob plunged in until their hair was intertwined, then withdrew until he could feel her cuntal lips grab the ridge around the cockhead.

After all the necking they'd done, Bob was set on a hair trigger. His juices overflowed and burst into the cunt he was plowing. Betty felt the searing heat as his bullets of gism flooded her. She hadn't come yet, and she kept bucking her hips to keep the prick moving in her. Bob understood and continued for the few more strokes that it took to send her into ecstasy again.

This time Bob could lie on her for as long as he wanted as they recovered. As they rested, still connected, they told each other how great it had been. Before long, Bob's cock was getting stiff again in her cunt. Betty felt the fleshy cylinder grow and stiffen until it was filling her to the brim again.

They started moving again and the second fuck took a bit longer, giving them prolonged pleasure and an even more smashing orgasm. Again they rested while still plugged in. Finally Bob rolled off the sweaty girl and lay beside her with his limp prick reclining on her thigh.

Betty got up to go the bathroom, she had to drain the huge amount of gism that filled her cunt and Bob watched her body bounce and sway as she walked. When she came back they curled up together. The next thing they knew they were wakened by the sunlight streaming in the high window. Betty and Bob got up, kissed and went their separate ways. Betty to bed and Bob home.

As BoB walked home in the new morning light he thought about the fucking he'd done. It was fantastic, and he could hardly wait to get together with Betty again. He wondered if his mother would hear him coming home at that hour, and if she did, what she would think.

Pat did hear her son come in. She had never gotten out of the habit of listening for him even as she slept. Of course she wondered where he had been all night and the thought did occur to her that he might have spent the night with a girl. Pat was surprised to feel a wave of jealousy at the thought. The passing feeling made her admit to herself that there was something between them; something that was coming to a head.

Ever since she had seen him dash into his room wearing her underwear, Pat had had an obsession for her son. Every time she had masturbated since then the face of her imagined lover had been her son's. Now he was coming home early in the morning after having spent the night with some strange girl somewhere.