Brian Laver: More than a mother

"Come here, you little creep!" Carl was yelling. "You really fixed it with her, and she has the nicest cunt in the neighborhood."

Bobby knew his brother was mad and if he got caught he would be in for same bruises. The two boys chased around the car, then, in a desperate dash, Bobby climbed over the hood and shot out the door.

When he reached the empty lot at the end of the block, he stopped. There was no sign of his brother. He knew that Carl would cool off before long, and he would get away with a little twisting of his arm or some mild punishment. Maybe he would be able to get Don, the oldest brother, on his side and avoid all consequences.

The three boys were always fighting among themselves, but that was okay. They were really friends, and if Bobby or any one of them had trouble from some other kid, they were always ready to join in a common defense. Bobby knew he was lucky to have two older brothers even it if did cost him some lumps. After all, he wouldn't have been treated to that fuck-show if he were an only kid.

The Arnold boys were all blond, tall and slim, but Bobby was the handsomest. His smooth skin and straight, sharp features made him the perfect picture of healthy youth. All the girls liked him, but so far he hadn't been able to take advantage of his good looks. His brothers looked like him, but they did very well with girls. Bobby was trying to learn from them. That's what he would tell Carl when he saw him at home. He was studying his brother's technique – not spying.

The next day was Saturday and the day that all the kids in the neighborhood went to the moms. The boys would go with their buddies, and the girls would go with their girl friends, but the guys would pick out a girl and ask her to sit with him. Then, with any luck, he could feel her up, and if she was a particularly hot chick, he might even wet his finger in her twat.

After watching his brother fucks that chick the day before, Bobby was determined to get some action. He'd sat with girls before, and even grabbed some tit, but he never got any farther than that. He knew who the hot chicks were, but there was always a big rush for them and they were taken early. Besides, he was sort of shy, and those girls usually went for the older guys, like his brothers.

On this Saturday, though, Bobby was raging with lust and he got to the movie theater early. He saw the girl; Carl had been standing in the lobby, but knew she wouldn't sit with him. Then he saw Patty. He'd heard stories about her, and if they were only half-true, she was a wild nymphomaniac.

She was a few years older than Bobby, but his cock was already bulging in his jeans so he walked right up to her.

"Hi, Patty," he said and wondered if she even knew who he was. "Will you sit with me?"

She didn't answer him right away and he almost wished that he hadn't asked her. Then she smiled and said yes. As they walked down the aisle together, Bobby hoped all the guys would see who he was with. They took a seat and waited for the lights to go down.

"You're Don and Carl's kid brother, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he said, wishing it would be dark soon so he wouldn't have to talk to her. He didn't know what to say, but he knew what he wanted to grab.

Patty made small talk until the movies started, but as soon as it did, she shut up and Bobby put his arm around her. He could smell her feminine body, a mixture of perfume and natural cunt odor. Her shoulders were narrow and bony, like the rest of her body, but Bobby had watched her big tits swaying as she walked down the halls at school, and now those giant jugs were right next to him.

When he reached around her shoulder, she leaned towards him. There was a big tit a few inches below his fingertips. Bobby swallowed hard and moved his hand towards the treasure. As soft tit-flesh welled up under his hand, his already-still cock began to throb. His fingers crept over the mountain of living sponginess and squeezed. He was careful not to do anything that would show his inexperience to this girl who had a reputation for fucking.

She was wearing a tight, cotton blouse and Bobby could feel her nipple under the sheer material. It was hard and puckered. He rolled it between his finger tips and pressed it into the pillow of tit. The more he played with her tits, the more she leaned over him.

Bobby wondered if he could go for the goodies in her lap yet, or if he should wait. Things were going well and he didn't want to blow it. He took her hand and set it down on his thigh. Then he put his own hand on her thigh. Now he could creep up to her crotch and she could do the same to him, if she wanted to.

He kept massaging her tit with one hand to keep her hot, while he neared her crotch with the other. It seemed incredibly hot between her thin thighs and he thought he could feel the humidity of her wet cunt already. She was wearing tight jeans and he knew her cunt would be well-covered. That would be a problem.

Meanwhile, her hand was was moving up his leg. The sensations she was causing in his balls almost made him jump out of his seat, but he forced himself to keep still. He even slid down a bit so his crotch would be easier for her to reach. When she did the same, Bobby felt a rush of excitement run through him.

He was feeling both her thighs sandwiching his fingers now that he was only an inch from her cunt. He covered that inch and pressed the spot where he knew her cunt was squeezed into her pants. The sponginess thrilled him. It was firmer than the flesh of her tits, but he could only poke at it with her pants covering her cunt like they were. He could just barely feel her crack.

As he pressed her twat and squeezed her tit, Patty covered his bulging crotch with her hand. She could feel his heart beating in his hard prick as she grabbed the twitching tool. Bobby was panting with lust. This was the first time anyone but himself had held his prick, and he was amazed at the effects. If they were anyplace but a crowded theater, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from pulling his cock out and handing it to her.

As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. Bobby felt her fingers grab the zipper that would unleash his pounding pud. He looked from side to side to see if anyone would see what was going on. There were some people sitting in their row, but they were busy grabbing and feeling each other.

He felt his jeans loosen as she lowered his zipper. Her slim, but strong fingers entered his fly and found his fat cock-head. Bobby almost creamed on the spot when he felt her touch the hot knob. He wiggled around in his seat to help her free his tool. It didn't take her long to have his prick sticking straight out with her hand wrapped tightly around it.

Bobby no longer cared if anyone saw what was going on. He even wished his brothers could see the action he was getting. He fumbled at Patty's pants, trying to open them, but he was so excited from having her hold his prick that he couldn't figure out how to do it. She popped the button opened herself with a deft movement. Now her cunt was available to his probing fingers.

Bobby slid his hand down her belly and inside her opened jeans. He felt the top of her bikini panties and tucked his fingers under it. Moving down another inch, he felt curly hairs bristling at his fingers. He couldn't believe it! Here he was with his hand touching a real, live cunt. And right in the movies!

He shoved his hand in farther, but it was getting light. He was already below the bottom of her zipper. He had to reach the crack, though, so he pushed his hand down with all his might until his middle finger found the top corner of her puffy gash.

"Lower," Patty whispered hoarsely.

Bobby shoved harder as the girl wiggled around in her seat. His wrist was hurting already, but he wanted to feel the living wetness of her pussy. They struggled until Bobby's finger was held in the envelope of her cunt-lips. Now he had reached the well of the slippery juice that was oozing from her and he could move his fingertip around without much trouble.