Brian Laver - More than a mother

The powerful spasms ravaged him for a surprisingly long time. When it was over, Bobby had to lie still, breathing heavily while his body recovered. Patty was breathing hard, too, and he felt her heaving tits moving him up and down. His cock stayed in the grip of her cunt and slowly shrank. Even when his prick was soft, he let it lie in the gooey grip of Patty's cunt.

"Gee, Patty, that was so good I can't tell you," Bobby gasped when he'd caught his breath enough to talk.

"It was great for me, too," she said. "You can really fuck, and your cock is soooo big."

Bobby felt like he was floating on a cloud. As his bead began to clear, Bobby thought of Bull again. That big dummy was standing in the way of a great relationship, he thought.

"What's the story with Bull?" he asked.

"Oh, he's a friend and a nice guy. I know he's not too bright and that he likes to use his size to get his way, but you don't have to worry about him. Not now at least."

"But what about when he gets home?" Bobby asked.

"Don't worry. I won't tell him you were here."

"But I want to see more of you. Can't you tell him to bug off?"

"It's not that easy, Bobby. He's very stubborn, and besides, I like Bull. I don't want to stop seeing him."

Bobby was disappointed. Patty was a great chick as well as a fabulous fuck, and he would have loved to have her for a girl friend. There was no way he was going to mess around with Bull, though.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Patty jumped and Bobby let her get up. She crept to the window to see who it was. Bobby's blood froze when he heard her say, "Oh, my God, its Bull!"

They both started throwing their clothes on. Patty kept telling Bobby to hurry up, but if he could have dressed any faster, he sure would have. Before be was even finished dressing, she began shoving him towards the front door. Bull was at the back, and now he was calling in through the screen as well as knocking.

Bobby shoved his socks in his pockets and let Patty push him out. His shoes weren't tied and his shirt wasn't buttoned, but he walked as fast as he could down the street. Glancing behind him from time to time, he didn't stop his fast pace until he was around the corner. By that time he had his shirt buttoned and was all dressed except for his socks. He sat down at the curb, under a tree and put them on.

He hadn't even said good-bye to Patty, he thought as he rested. He'd walked so fast that he was out of breath. What a way to get fucked, he thought. He hated to think about what would have happened if Bull had walked in on them while he had his prick in her snatch. It had been a great fuck, and no one could take that away from him, but he would have liked to hang around a little rather than escaping with his life in the nick of time.

Finally Bobby picked himself up and walked home. All he wanted to do was to think about Patty and forget about Bull. As he walked through his house on the way to his bedroom, he saw his mother sitting in the living room, reading a magazine. The way she was stretched out on the couch reminded him of the way Patty had writhed beneath him a few minutes before. He looked at his mother's tits as they stretched her blouse. Suddenly, she turned to him.

"Oh, you scared me," she said. "I didn't hear you come in."

Bobby said hello and noticed once again how his mother looked at him. He supposed that he looked strange; he sure felt strange. Going from ecstasy to panic like he just had, left him drained. But, still, his mother had been looking at him like that for a while now. As Bobby disappeared down the hallway, he noticed that she followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight. He would have asked her what was wrong, but he was afraid that he was just imagining it. After all, the way he had been drooling after her might make him feel that she was looking at him funny, especially after seeing her get into that kid's car the night of the party.

Bobby went into his room and lay down. He was glad his brothers weren't around. He needed privacy to review in his memory the events of the last few hours. As he thought about Patty and the way her body looked as she rolled in sexual bliss under him, his cock got hard again. Before he knew it, he was rubbing the bulge it made in his pants, and he soon had his prick pulled out and was stroking it just as he had in his virgin days.

When Susan saw her boy come in the house she knew immediately that something was up. Being a mother to three boys had taught her to notice those things. His face was flushed and he seemed to be walking in a daze. Bobby had been treating her strangely for a while anyhow, she had noticed, but there was more to it this time. There was only one thing that could have put Bobby in that condition, she realized, and that was sex.

Susan remembered how she and her girl friends used to neck with boys in the afternoon because they often couldn't get out at night. Bobby must have come from a heavy necking session, or he might even have gotten fucked, she thought. Suddenly, Susan was feeling a fit of passion filling her body. The thought that her young son, whom she had been thinking about in lascivious terms for so long, had been with some young twat made her writhe in restless lust.

Her cunt ached with a hollow hunger and she automatically grabbed her tits. This couldn't go on, she told herself. She would either have to have her son on her terms or do something to end that tremendous longing. An old friend suddenly came to mind. Claire was an expert on sexual matters. It had been Claire who had encouraged her to fuck that first boy many years ago.

Susan thought that Claire would give her good advice and she would follow it. She hadn't seen her old friend in a long time, but she had her phone number written down somewhere. Susan began sorting through all the scraps of paper that she had phone numbers scribbled on. She had always planned to write the numbers down in a book in alphabetical order, but she never got around to it. Now she wished she had. It seemed that Claire was her only hope, and if she couldn't get in touch with her now, she didn't know what she would do.

With a panicky feeling rising in her, Susan finally found the number. She dialed with shaking fingers. What if Claire had moved out of town or something? She wondered. It was very strange how she was suddenly so dependent on an old friend whom she hadn't seen in so long. When she heard Claire's voice on the other end of the line, she breathed a long sigh of relief. Her friend's voice sounded so sweet.

"Hi, Claire, this is Susan Arnold. How are you?"

"Susan, what a nice surprise. I've been thinking tout you."

Susan began to calm down now that she heard her friend's soft voice. She knew she could get some help. She told Claire that she had to see her and the sooner the better. Even though the two women hadn't seen each other in a few years, Claire told Susan to come right over. Susan realized that her voice must have sounded desperate.

Now that she knew where to go for help, Susan moved fast. Her cunt was still crying out for the young stud who was now lying in his room, and she had to get out of the house before she lost control. She went to Bobby's room to tell him that she had to go out for a while. But when she neared the door, she was confronted with her most severe temptation yet.

Bobby's door was closed, but not tightly. There was a crack of light at the edge. Before she called out to him, Susan stood silently at the door. An unmistakable sound was escaping from the room. The deep breathing of a boy about to explode in sexual passion could be heard clearly. Susan was gripped by a powerful longing. She buried her fingers in her hair and pulled, hoping that the pain would relieve her horniness. It didn't.

The sounds kept coming at her, increasing her need until she was sweating and panting there in the hallway. She wanted to tell her son that she was going out, and then she could slip away and go to Claire, but she found that it was impossible for her to tip off Bobby that she was outside his door. Without wanting to, she dropped to her knees and revolved her eye to the keyhole. Cool air was flowing out of the keyhole and it made Susan's eye water, but she peered into the room, trying to get a glimpse of the source of heavy breathing.