Brian Laver: More than a mother

Two could play that game, she thought as she reached into the kid's lap and pulled down his zipper. She would show him that a woman her age could give as well as receive. As her hand went into the opened fly, she could tell by his tongue's reaction in her mouth that he was surprised at her aggressiveness.

His cock seemed huge to Susan. She managed to grab the head and pull it out through his fly. Her hand held on while the bat pulsed with all the teenage passion the kid was feeling if her highly educated fingers didn't give her age away; nothing would, Susan thought, as she applied all her skill to the handling of his dick. She knew kids his age could come in a few seconds when the right stimulus was applied, so he handled his cock carefully and lightly. His hips began trembling soon after Susan began running the tips of her fingers very lightly over the tight skin of the bloated knob.

The kid wasn't too bad at finger fucking. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in enthusiasm. He had a long, thick middle finger and was sliding it up the juicy cave of her pussy. Susan clamped his finger with the muscles in her cunt, showing the kid what a well-trained cunt could do. There probably weren't many teenage pussies around that could do that.

Susan decided to put this kid through the paces. It might be a chance of a lifetime and she didn't want to waste it. She released his cock and grabbed her slacks. As she wiggled out of them, the boy helped her with his free hand. When her cunt was in the open, she pulled his hand from it, leaned back against the car door and lifted her legs. She put one leg over the boy's shoulders and the other on his lap.

He stared into her naked cunt with his mouth hanging opened. A more experienced stud would have taken the hint and dove into her soggy twat, but this kid just stared. Susan wondered what was wrong with the boy. Didn't kids eat pussy these days?

"Won't you eat me?" she asked in a soft voice.

The boy didn't answer, but soon he began lowering his face towards the hairy crotch that he could barely see in the dim light of the car. His hands rested on her milky thighs as he descended. Susan slumped down farther to give him better access to her wet gash. It looked to her like this was the kid's first time going down on a chick. She thought it was about time he learned the manly art of cunt lapping and was glad to be his teacher.

His long, curly hair tickled her thighs before his mouth reached the pink flesh of her drooling gash, and Susan took a deep breath in anticipation.

The boy could smell the hot muskiness of her crotch and it was making his head spin. As Susan had suspected, he had never muff-dived before. All the guys made fun of cunt-lappers, and he wondered what this chick had that made him do what she asked. It was as if he was going to fuck a schoolteacher or something, he thought, as she took control of the situation.

His head kept getting closer and soon he felt the damp curls of her twat on his face. He hesitated, breathing in the strong perfume. Then he stuck his tongue into her salty slit. He found that it was much wetter than her mouth had been. Thick cunt-syrup slowly oozed out of her crack as he stuck his tongue farther into it. The lining felt so different to his tongue than it had to his finger that he could hardly believe it.

The way he gingerly poked and probed told Susan that her guess was right about this being his first cunt-lapping job. But he seemed to be getting into it. At first his tongue felt around like a blind man searching for something, but now he was beginning to wipe his tongue over her slick cunt-flesh with hungry strokes. His head began to bob up and down between her thighs as he got the hang of giving head.

Susan rested her head against the window of the car and enjoyed the kinky passion rising in her belly. The kid was pushing his face more tightly to her twat and getting his tongue way up her fuck-hole. Before long, Susan was moving her hips in the rhythm of his head. He was a fast learner.

Susan's voice sounded loud in the confines of the car as she made her pleasure audible. Her face showed the effects of the boy's efforts, too. Turning her head sideways, Susan wrinkled up her pretty features in an expression of passion. She began bumping her head on the window behind her, as her body reacted to the cunt lapping.

She felt an orgasm coming. The kid didn't know that she liked her clit concentrated on as she came, so she took his head in her hands and held it so his fluttering tongue hit the hard nut. He caught on fairly quickly, and Susan had her hands free to play with her own tits. Her knees shook as her orgasm took over her mind. The boy was giving her pussy strong licks; over and over his tongue covered her quivering cunt-flesh.

Susan's moans and cries spurred the youth on. None of the young chicks he was used to let their voices ring out like that, and the sound was the most exciting thing he'd ever heard. It was better than rock music.

Susan squirmed and thrashed around as her climax filled her with terrific bliss. The boy knew enough to keep his head in place and his tongue at work while she overflowed with pleasure.

"That was real nice," Susan purred as soon as she was able to talk.

The boy climbed up beside her as she eased herself down on the seat. She could smell her cunt-juice on his face, and when they kissed, the warm liquid was smeared on her cheeks. Susan didn't mind having a faceful of her own twat-cream. It was as warm and nice as the white stuff she loved to drink so much.

The boy's stiff prick felt so big as it touched her thigh that Susan began to hope he would use it on her before her first orgasm wore off completely. She tugged his cock to give him the hint, and he didn't miss it. He climbed aboard, and she took his cock and pulled it to the slimy entrance of her snatch.

As his dick filled her fuck-hole, Susan moaned softly. His rod was big and her cunt had to do a little stretching. When his cock was all the way in, she could feel the fat knob at the opening of her womb. She was reminded again of the power of horny youth when he started humping.

He rammed his cock up her twat with all his energy, which was considerable. She let out a grunt with every thrust. Soon they were grunting together with a weird harmony. Susan's whole body was being jarred as the boy crashed his prick up her cunt. His hips rose and fell like some sort of huge machine and she was just going along for the ride.

Susan was going to come soon, but the boy was already on the verge of shooting. She hoped he could wait.

He couldn't. His searing fuck-cream began spurting into her cunt, and although it sped her on her way, she still wasn't there. When the boy stopped shooting, he let his hips slow down.

"Don't stop!" Susan screamed in his ear.

The boy immediately resumed his pistoning action and Susan reached the pinnacle. She came with more force than the first time and the young fucker on her kept his prick working until she was still. By that time the boy was on his way again. They continued fucking like that through a few more climaxes.

The boy was lying heavily on her when they were both finally satisfied. Susan knew she had to get away from him and into the house before anyone found out who she was. Getting caught by one of her own boys would be a disaster. If she knew it was already too late to worry about that, she would have felt terrible. She would have gone to Bobby, had she known she had been seen, and offered him everything she had given this other boy, and more. But she thought she had, gotten away with it, and was feeling pretty good about her illicit screw.

After the big party, two members of the Arnold family found themselves changed dramatically. Susan was unable to put the fling with the young boy out of her mind, and Bobby was haunted by the sight of his mother slipping away with that kid. Susan couldn't get that kid's youthful cock out of her mind. She had been lusting after her son for a while already, but now that she knew, first-hand, the incredible fury of a young, horny kid's cock, she was dying for more, and Bobby was the focus of her hunger.