Brian Laver - More than a mother

She would follow him around with her eyes, imagining how powerfully he could thrust his cock up a wet pussy. At night, she would lie awake and think of her youngest son. Her hands would move over her trembling body, but in her fantasies it was Bobby's hands that cupped her firm tits with sensual squeezes and his fingers that entered her cunt.

She would dig deeply into her twat-cave, just as Bobby would if only she could tell him of her desires. When she would nib herself into a state of ecstasy, she would imagine Bobby's face hovering over her own, with an expression of passion equal to hers. She would have a lonely orgasm, but pretend that her boy was there with her. How long she could go on with these imaginings, she didn't know.

Bobby felt betrayed by his mother, even though he never gave her the idea that he was interested in her sexually. Why should she slip out with that young kid? He wondered. After all, she had just come home from a date. He realized that his hurt and anger didn't diminish his longing for her, though. She was still the most beautiful and sexy creature in the world.

Even now that he had experienced the joy of leaving his load in a hot cunt, he wanted his mother. He noticed her looking at him with a strange look in her eyes, but he didn't know what was behind that look. If he had, it might have changed things considerably. Meanwhile, that sloppy fuck he had at the party left him hornier than ever.

One afternoon Bobby wandered into the soda shop for something to wet his whistle. It was a hot afternoon, and the soda shop was the perfect place to get out of the blazing sun. There were a few kids in there, and among them was Patty, the girl he'd finger-fucked in the movies. He was instantly excited by seeing her, but the trouble with her boy friend Bull kept him from talking to her.

Bobby sat at the counter, as Patty did, but at the other end. He sipped a root-beer float and watched her out of the corner of his eye. Bull didn't seem to be around, but he thought that she might be waiting for him. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was to have Bull find him with his girl friend again.

At least he could look. Her tits were once again shown off under a tight top, and the memory of holding those big jugs made his cock hard as a rock. He thought about how it had felt to have her slender fingers wrapped around his prick. Against his better judgment, he thought about going over to her to see what was going on. He had been in a lot of situations where his brain and his hard cock sent different messages to his muscles.

He felt himself giving in to his baser urges. Picking up his glass, he walked over to her. She saw him coming and smiled. Her brown eyes, peeking out from her low bangs, made her irresistible, Bull or no Bull.

"Hi," she said in a tinkling voice that sent spasms of lust through Bobby.

"Hello. Is it all right if I join you?" he asked. "Bull isn't going to come in and beat me up, is he?"

Patty giggled. "No, he's out of town. I'm sorry about the trouble in the movies, but Bull is just so jealous. I keep telling him that I don't want to go steady with him, but he just doesn't get the message."

The news that Bull was out of town gave Bobby a rush of sexual longing. Here was this hot chick, and her big, dumb boy friend wasn't around. Bobby made himself comfortable on the stool next to her and began to relax. They talked about this end that, while he thought about a strategy for seducing her.

He figured that a walk to the park might lead to something. There were a lot of good places there to neck, and even fuck, but that seemed old-hat. The garage at his place worked well for his brothers, but it seemed kind of tacky to him. His mother was home, so his house was out.

While Bobby racked his brains, trying to figure something out, Patty suddenly said, "DQ you want to come over to my house? No one's home."

Bobby was nearly knocked off his stool. Here was just what he wanted, handed to him on a silver platter! He said he'd like to go, they finished their drinks in a hurry and left. As they walked to her house, Bobby couldn't help feeling that Bull might descend on him at any second, but he knew it was impossible. His stiff prick was causing him some trouble, too, but he was managing. As they neared her place, he was getting so excited that he couldn't talk.

Patty's house wasn't as nice as his, but that didn't concern him at the moment. As soon as they stepped into the door, a huge dog that looked like a cross between a German shepherd and a horse began barking nastily at him. He froze as Patty yelled at the beast. Bobby wondered if this chick was worth the dangers involved.

"Don't worry," she said. "He doesn't bite."

She was holding the dog by the collar while it tried to leap at Bobby. Finally the dog quieted down and realized that Bobby was a friend. He and Patty went into the living room and sat down on the couch. She wasn't wasting any time, he realized.

Bobby moved close to her and put his arm around her shoulder. Just like in the movie theater, she leaned on him. Their faces turned to each other and they kissed. As their tongues came together, Bobby was reminded how nice it was to have a girl in his arms. He pushed her back on the couch and raised his hand to her bulging tit.

As soon as he began massaging the huge boob, Patty's breathing became a wild panting. Bobby could tell that his tit rubbing was as exciting to her as it was to him. Beside his fuck in the midst of a gang-bang and some heavy necking, Bobby was still an amateur. This would be his first chance to get everything he wanted from a chick. The promise of things to come made Bobby anxious to get the preliminaries out of the way quickly.

He moved his hand inside her jersey and grabbed her bare tit. Patty put her hand on his thigh, almost making him jump off the couch. Bobby pulled his face from hers and lifted the bottom of the jersey up over her swollen tits. Looking down at the treasures he was exposing made him inhale a hoarse-sounding breath. Her tits looked so deliciously full and heavy that he couldn't believe that he was favored with the opportunity to fondle them.

They were white in contrast to the sun-darkened skin surrounding them. They stood proudly, but the tremendous weight was obvious by the way they sagged a bit. A brown disk of bumpy flesh formed a cap on the tip of each jug. Bobby leaned his face slowly forward until he was touching his puckered lips to one of the dark nipples.

Patty's body shook as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. It was so nice to be able to read her reactions so clearly by the way she responded to each of his moves. When she took his head in her arms and pulled his face more firmly against the tit, he learned a little more about what a girl likes. Bobby opened his mouth wider and sucked more of the jellied mound into his mouth. He felt the softness of the boob press against his nose and chin.

While he took care of the clit with his mouth, he busied his hands at her belt. When he felt her hands suddenly on his, he thought with a pang of panic that she might be trying to stop him, but it turned out that she was going to help him unfasten her pants. When he realized that, he knew it would be clear sailing from there to a great fuck.

When her pants were opened, they both struggled to pull them down. Bobby lifted his face from the pillow of tit to concentrate on stripping her pants off. They fit very snugly, and they both tugged for a while before they had them off her. Bobby looked down at the pink, bikini undies that were left covering her furry muff. There was a trickle of black hairs from her belly button to the hidden carpet of curls under her panties.

Patty grabbed her jersey and pulled it over her head in a sweeping motion. The garment caught her tits, lifted them and then spilled them out. They quivered wildly for a second, and then came to rest. The sight filled Bobby with awe. He cupped a tit again and lifted it, feeling the living weight.