Brian Laver - More than a mother

"It hasn't been easy for me since I've been alone, you know," she said.

"You aren't alone. You have three nice boys. I'll bet they're almost grown up," Claire said.

"Yeah, that's the trouble."

"Oh, I think I understand," Claire said with a knowing smile.

"It's my youngest, Claire. He's only eighteen, but he's so well, I don't know, but I've got the hots for him. And I mean bad."

"So what's the problem? Doesn't he want to make it with you?"

"I don't know." Susan began crying again. "I haven't been able to do anything about it."

"Is that your problem? Shit, that's nothing. I'll bet the kid would be grateful to get a chance to fuck a chick like you, baby."

Suddenly, Susan felt that her problem would simply disappear. All she had to do was go to Bobby and take him in her arms. The rest would happen automatically. Susan told Claire that she already had gotten that advice from a psychologist, but she realized that the problem was in carrying out her desires. As she sat there, she felt the fear that she had felt when Bobby was near. And the thwarted passion.

"Oh, Claire, I just can't make the move. And I'm so horny that I can't stand it."

Claire moved closer to her friend. She put her arm on the back of the couch behind Susan's head, and leaned towards her.

"I think I can help you on both counts. You're afraid to seduce your son because you're trapped in a conventional mode of behavior. You've got to break out. Learn that everything is good if it gives pleasure and no one is hurt."

Susan followed Claire's words carefully. Everything she said seemed to make sense, and her voice was very soothing, too. Susan was feeling better again.

"If you can let yourself go with me, I think you can go home and get what you want from your son. And it will cure your horniness, too."

Just as Claire's words were beginning to be understood by Susan, she felt her friend's hand on her shoulder. Susan was surprised and stunned, but she wasn't prepared to resist. Claire had made so much sense that Susan couldn't have argued with her, and the hand on her shoulder was filling her with desperate need again.

Susan next felt Claire's hot breath on her cheek, then her lips on her ear. Claire used her mouth so skillfully that Susan was putty in her hands.

"I didn't know you did this," Susan heard herself saying in her dazed condition.

"Yes. I've been swinging both ways for a few years now. And I think it's the best thing that ever happened to me. It was so liberating that it's opened new doors to me in many ways. That's why I think it could do you some good with your problem."

Susan was past the point where she could have stopped the redhead. As Claire spoke, she breathed into Susan's ear and the sensation made her curl up in a quivering ball of lust. Claire touched her neck with her delicate and skillful hand and Susan melted. The touch of another woman's fingers was a welcomed treat. A man's hands were always somewhat rough and coarse, but Claire's hand was the essence of tenderness. Her lips were special, too, as she nibbled Susan's ear lobe.

Susan turned to Claire and Claire immediately pressed her lips to her opened mouth. Susan learned that a woman's tongue felt different, too. Claire's tongue explored her mouth just as a man would, yet there was a subtle difference that she couldn't quite put her finger on. AU she knew was that Claire was getting her hotter faster then anyone ever had, except, of course, Bobby.

Claire reached for Susan's tits and took one in her firm but feminine grip. Susan felt her cunt begin to tingle as Claire massaged the huge jug exactly as she loved to have it handled. Claire let go of the living mound just long enough to unbutton a few buttons and reach inside her blouse. They continued tonguing each other's mouths as Claire gave that tit a good working-over.

Susan hesitated to return the perverted favors, so Claire picked up her hand and brought it to her cunt. Susan had never felt a tit other than her own, but she found the experience very exciting. She suddenly understood why men liked to feel her tits so much. It was so soft and warm and smooth that anyone would naturally love to touch it. She grabbed the boob tighter until Claire made a hurt sound deep in her throat. Susan eased up a bit and began moving her hand all over the surface of the marvelous mound.

Susan found that her friend's tits were slightly smaller than her own and not quite as firm. They sagged slightly, but Susan found the shape incredibly sensual and exciting. She slipped her hand into Claire's blouse and felt her bare tit as Claire was feeling hers. She touched the nipple and felt it become erect. Then she moved her hand under the boob and lifted it to see how heavy it was. Claire's tit lying in her palm like a jellied fruit was one of the most beautiful experiences of her life.

Claire undid the rest of the buttons on Susan's blouse, then opened it and pulled it off her shoulders. Susan let go of the item in her hand long enough for Claire to remove her blouse. Susan felt strangely vulnerable and exposed with her jugs hanging out in from of her friend, but it was a nice and thrilling feeling. She felt the skin covering her tits tighten in the cool air as her nipples gathered into hard knobs in plain view of her new lover.

Susan saw that Claire was staring down at her tits with a pleased smile on her face. Then Claire's head began descending towards the heaving knockers. Susan inhaled sharply as she waited to feel Claire's talented lips on her right boob. It seemed that Claire's head was moving towards the tit in slow motion. It was getting closer, but Susan was going wild in anticipation. Finally hot lips met hard nipple-flesh and Susan closed her eyes and enjoyed the wet kiss on her bulging boob.

There seemed to be a direct line from her tit to the pleasure receptors in her brain, and to her cunt. As Susan's mind flooded with exquisite lust, her cunt drooled lubricating fluid aver the round bottoms of her ass, soaking her underwear. She leaned back on the couch as Claire's mouth increased its sucking until she was gnawing at her nipples like a starving pup.

Susan's body began reacting as if there was a cock in her cunt. She bucked and squirmed and her pussy snapped at the phantom prick. Claire was getting crazed, too. She was stuffing her face into the softness so that she could hardly breathe, and Susan could hear her sucking air in through her nose as vigorously as he was sucking tit into her mouth. Her mouth was wide open and filled to capacity.

As Claire sucked Susan's tit, her hands crept down to her pants and struggled to open them. She wasn't having much luck and had to let the tit out of her mouth so she could see what she was doing. When she lifted her head, Susan could see the wanton expression on her friend's face. Claire's mouth was still opened wide and so were her eyes. She looked like a mad woman as she struggled with the opening of her pants. Susan was almost scared until she realized that the look on her friend's face was pure passion.

Susan felt the waistband of her slacks open, and Claire immediately began clawing the garment down. Susan was at least as wild with lust as her friend, and she lifted her hips and wiggled her ass trying to help strip the baffler of clothing from her cunt. She felt Claire's fingernails scrape her side painfully, but she didn't care as long as her pants were coming off. Her cunt was contracting crazily and she desperately needed to have it filled.

As soon as the soaking twat was accessible, Claire dived in. Swan's body was shaken by the force of Claire's mouth crashing into her wet pussy. Her tongue darted up the slick fuck-tunnel and Susan let out a wail of lascivious delight that echoed off the walls for a long time. Susan lifted her legs high in the air and spread her thighs as wide as possible to put as much of her cunt into range of Claire's lashing tongue as she could.