Brian Laver: More than a mother

Bobby didn't know if he was better off hanging around there, waiting, or going back to the heavier chick. He didn't know which he would rather fuck; actually, he would like to have fucked both and wished he had been more forceful when they first showed up and no one else was home.

Bobby decided that he wasn't going to lose out again. After all, it was his house and he deserved a piece of the action.

He pulled down his pants, freeing his stiff cock. As soon as he heard some grunting and saw a spent fucker climb off they slim, blonde girl, he let out the war whoop and jumped onto the bed before any of the other guys could make a move. The girl didn't see him coming, but almost flipped when he landed, even in her fucked-out condition.

Bobby quickly let his weight down on her bony body, and guided his cock to her cunt. The twat was well creamed and his cock didn't have any trouble sliding in. Her cunt was very tight, even after the countless pricks that had been working out in there recently.

Bobby forgot that he was surrounded by all those guys as he began fucking. He felt once again the glory of a pussy wrapped around his dong, and this time, hopefully, no one would interrupt him before he added his jism to the flood in her cunt. He withdrew his cock until he felt the inner lips of her cunt grab it around the head, then he plunged his prick in until his crotch hair mingled with hers.

As he fucked her, he looked down at her face.

She was wearing a permanent expression of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth gaped open. Her hips were working as if they had little motors in them. Her cunt was caressing and tugging at his cock in a way he never imagined possible.

It didn't take Bobby long to come, and he knew he would have to clear out and give someone else a chance. At least he had been able to leave his load in her cunt and lose the stigma of his virginity. Bobby pulled up his pants, satisfied that he had finally gotten fucked; even if the conditions weren't the best, he had crossed the threshold. Bobby staggered around the party in the glory of his new status – stud. All the girls looked different to him now; it was as if he suddenly knew all their secrets. He wondered if he looked any different.

While Bobby strutted around the place, Susan was getting out of a cab in the driveway. She saw the house all lit up and guessed what was going on. At first she was pissed because a party meant that all the cleaning she'd done would be out the window, but she promised herself that she would make the boys clean up and then she felt better. The noise wouldn't bother her much.

Going to the back door, she looked into her kitchen and saw more people than she'd expected. Everybody was drinking, and Susan knew that a lot of them were probably under age, but she could ignore that, too. She knew kids were wild these days, and she would rather have her boys at home doing the things they did, then sneaking off somewhere.

She squeezed herself into the crowd and began making her way to her bedroom. All she wanted to do was get into bed and think about the fun she'd had at Sam's. As she fought her way through the thick swarm of kids, a few of them recognized her and said hello. Others saw that she was an older woman in the crowd, but most of them didn't even notice that she wasn't another chick wandering around.

Her boys were nowhere in sight. Suddenly, she decided to grab a bottle of beer and enjoy the party. It would be interesting to see what the kids' reaction to her would be, she thought. She saw more and more kids necking, and she couldn't help getting hot when she watched a boy's hand slide up a girl's jersey, or a chick's hand lying on the bulging crotch of one of the good looking guys.

Susan's interest in the party focused on the sex. Nothing she saw could have shocked her, but she was sort of surprised to find kids on the verge of fucking right in the living room. There could be no doubt that there was some really heavy action going on in the more private places. She realized that she might have to chase some fuckers out of ha room if she wanted to go to bed, but she didn't and if kids were using her room, she wouldn't interfere.

She let herself lean against the wall in the dining room, where she could survey the scene and sip her beer. It was exciting hanging around like a kid. The kids seemed to accept her without question, which she took as a tremendous compliment.

"Hello," a boyish voice said to her. "Do you live around here?"

Susan looked at the boy who had spoken to her, and saw a good-looking guy about Don's age, eighteen. He had curly hair that stood out around his head in a near-perfect circle. She told him she did live around here.

"Funny, I never saw you around school or nothing," he said.

It was rather dark where they stood, but Susan was still surprised that he could mistake her for a girl of his own age. She wasn't dressed like the young girls, but then boys didn't usually notice things like that. Susan began to feel strange, but she didn't want to straighten this kid out for some reason. She would string him along.

"I go to private school," she replied.

The boy was moving closer to her, she realized with a twinge of fright. What if one of her boys saw her with this young boy making advances at her? Still, the strange circumstances were becoming more and more fascinating and she just didn't want to miss this chance to find out what these kids were really like. If she was more honest with herself, she would have had to realize that this guy's young body held a lot of interest for her.

She felt the boy's hand touch the small of her back and his hot breath seared her cheek. Susan looked around to see if one of her own boys might be around to see what was going on, and when she didn't see one of them, she closed her eyes and let the boy kiss her.

His kiss was rough and hard, but the energy behind it thrilled her. She became putty in the youth's hands. He grabbed her tit with the same vigor he kissed with. Susan was taken back to her own adolescence; she was filled with the memory of how really exciting sex could be.

The kid pressed his hard crotch against her belly as his hand explored her huge, heaving tit and his tongue reamed her mouth.

Susan was caught in the grip of uncontrollable lust. This kid was a bolt from the blue. How could she have forgotten what sex could be like? Only a young kid emerging from long years of horniness could make love so explosively, she supposed.

"Come out to my car," the boy whispered hoarsely in her car.

Susan was powerless to refuse. But she had to be careful.

"There's someone here who I don't want to see me," she said as she looked around again. The boy understood, at least he thought he did, and he led her quickly out the back door.

Holy shit! Bobby thought. His mother was home earlier than he had expected. He hoped the party wouldn't have to break up, but he figured his mom was easy-going enough to let things die down by themselves. But she seemed to be leaving the house with that kid. Bobby couldn't believe what he saw. Going to the window, he watched as his mother and the kid climbed into the boy's car, which was parked in the street near the house. When he realized what was happening, he felt like he'd been hit with a club. Dazed, he went out into the back yard and sat down in the darkness under the tree. He felt terrible, but wasn't sure why. He cried.

Susan and the boy began grabbing each other as soon as they got into the backseat. The boy didn't waste any time reaching into her blouse and taking her big tit into his strong fingers. He kneaded the meat of her boob with greedy squeezes and jabs. Susan was almost breathless with passion. Her cunt was running more copiously than it ever had with lovers her own age.

After squeezing her tit for a while, the boy moved his hand down to her belt buckle. He jostled her around as he roughly unfastened her belt and pants. Susan gasped as he forced his hand into her undies and grabbed her leaking cunt. She felt like a rag doll in his strong arms, and it was a new and wonderful experience. She spread her legs so his hand wouldn't hurt so much as he forced it lower into her crotch.