Brian Laver - More than a mother

She saw the foot of the bed at one side of her view. Then Bobby's feet could be seen. They were spread and he was wearing socks, but it didn't look like he was wearing pants. Susan put her eye closer to the hole and managed to see up to his thighs. His legs were bare, and they could be seen moving rhythmically. Susan was in a frenzy of lust. She had to see more of his body. Her eye was pressed as close to the keyhole as she could get it, but it wasn't good enough. The only thing she could do was to open the door a bit wider.

The door squeaked, she knew, but she didn't really care if Bobby caught her there. If he did, she would admit to him her passion and offer herself to him. Then all this insane cat-and-mouse bullshit would be over. Putting her fingertips on the door, she pushed. She had to push harder than she expected to get the door to move, but when it did, it did so without a sound. Her beautiful, young son came into range.

There before her now was a sight that made her quake in her shoes. Bobby was lying on his bed, his shirt pulled up over his belly and his pants lying on the floor near the bed. In his hand was a mighty piece of meat. Susan could heat her own breathing as the sight stained her passions. She watched his hand slide up and down over the huge bone. The head of his prick was so big that Susan wondered if she could fit it into her snatch even if she had the chance.

Once the initial shock wore off, she knew she would have to do something about the excitement that was rapidly mounting in her. The idea that she should rush into the room and jump right on Bobby occurred to her, but she wasn't able to make herself do it. She knew that young guys were very sensitive about their masturbation and that her son would be very embarrassed if she burst in on him. It might even wilt his hard-on.

Susan decided that it would be a better idea to keep herself out of sight. She began to unfasten the button and zipper that kept her slacks closed. Soon she was kneeling there with her pants and undies pulled down to her knees. The leaked twat-juice made her inner thighs feel cool as the air hit them. With her eye glued to her son's cock and pumping hand, she grabbed her twat and squeezed the plump mound.

As the fatty flesh of her cunt compressed on her buried clit, a wave of pleasure fired through Susan. Her lips opened and a squeak of passion escaped, but as soon as she heard it, she shut her mouth tight so she wouldn't give herself away. By the look on Bobby's face, she judged that he wouldn't have heard her even if she let herself moan with all the lust she felt. He was so excited that she didn't think anything would penetrate his consciousness.

Susan reached into her cunt with four fingertips and began rubbing the slippery interior. Her body immediately reacted by trembling violently. With her other hand she undid the first few buttons on her blouse and pulled out one flopping tit. Shoving the white mound towards her face, she sucked the nipple into her mouth.

Now she was on her way to ecstasy. She rubbed and sucked herself while she watched Bobby jack off. She thought about the young kid she had fucked during that party at her house the other night. She imagined the cock she saw in her son's hand sliding up her pussy. She remembered what she had seen on the closed circuit TVs at Sam's apartment. With all the sexy stimulus she was flooding herself with, it wasn't long before Susan was feeling the electric jolts of passion that she loved so much.

As she prepared to come, she was treated to the sight of Bobby's jism leaping out of his cock and making high arcs over his belly. As she pretended to catch those glittering drops on her tongue, she came. In the rush of her climax she almost fell against the door and into the room, but she managed to catch herself just in time. The thought of what would have happened if she hadn't caught herself made her realize what, extremes she had been resorting to ever since she got interested in the young kid who was her youngest son.

When she was able to, Susan crawled on her hands and knees to the bathroom. Leaning on the cool porcelain of the tub, she caught her breath and composed herself. She washed the fragrant cunt-juice from her thighs and hands, pulling up her pants and prepared to tell Bobby that she was going out. When she called into his room, he was finished with his jack-off exercises. She told him that she had to see a friend right away and that he would have to make his own supper. She felt terrible neglecting him like that all because she had the uncontrollable hots for him, but she had no choice.

Susan had relieved herself somewhat by jerking off outside Bobby's room, but once she was in the car, driving to Claire's, she was as horny as ever. The sight of her boy pumping his prick was indelibly impressed on her mind, and it kept her pussy dripping. She couldn't help shoving her hand into her pants and sticking tier finger into the wet crack of her cunt. As she drove, she rubbed her twat. After two orgasms she was able to slow down the finger, but she kept it in her cunt and continued diddling her love-bud.

Susan kept finding herself driving ridiculously slow, and she would speed up. A truck passed her, but she became aware that it stayed alongside. Looking up, she saw a guy on the passenger side looking down at her, and the driver was leaning over and looking down at her, too. The truck began swerving from side to side and almost ran her off the road. Susan floored the gas pedal and pulled her hand out of her crotch.

Again she realized that she was becoming a hopeless sex maniac. She would have to do something about this situation soon, no matter how drastic the measures. She forced herself to keep her hand out of her pants, but without noticing it, she lifted her hand to her face and breathed in the perfume of her twat that was covering her fingers.

When she arrived at Claire's, Susan parked the car and ran into the apartment building. The elevator seemed to be going amazingly slow. She ran down the hall and pounded on the door of her friend's apartment. The door opened and Claire stood there looking as pretty as ever. Susan leaped into her old friend's arms and they hugged and said their helloes.

"It's so good to see you again!" Susan cried. She was so happy to think that she was going to get some good advice and understanding.

"What's the matter, baby?" Claire asked.

The two women went into the living room of the swanky apartment. As soon as Susan laid eyes on her old friend, she could see that it was the same old Claire. Now, through her tears, Susan looked closely at her. Her face held a few hints of her age – a shallow line here and there – but she was still beautiful. Her green eyes shone as brightly as ever in the sea of freckles. Her body was as nice as it had been in the good old days. Two big tits stood out under the tight fitting sweater. Her tummy was flat and her hips and ass perfect. Claire was wearing her red hair a little differently now, but it was still long and flowing over her delicate shoulders.

"Let me make you a drink, and then you can, tell me all about it," Claire said as she sat a sobbing I Susan down on the couch.

"Oh, Claire, you look as good as ever. It's nice to see you looking so sexy and happy."

"You look great, too, except for the tears and hang-dog expression," Claire said.

Claire brought Susan a stiff whiskey and ginger ale and sat down beside her. She let her take a few sips and settle down before asking again what the trouble was. "Man trouble?" she asked.

"Worse," Susan said. "Actually, it's silly. A woman my age can't expect everything."

"What do you mean 'a woman your age'? We're the same age and I haven't found myself to be over the hill by a long shot."

Susan was feeling better already. She knew she had made a wise decision by coming to Claire. She took a few more sips of the drink and a few deep breaths, and was ready to confide in her friend.