Brian Laver - More than a mother

His horny longing kept him from seeing straight. At least that's the only explanation for his walking right up to Bull one day in front of the soda shop. Dobby had been walking along with his hand in his pockets and his eyes on the ground when he heard his name called. Looking up, he saw Bull and Charley, another big dummy, standing there by the newspaper rack with Cokes in their hands.

A feeling like an icicle went through him and he could feel his face go white. "Oh, Bull," he said in as normal a voice as he could muster and kept walking, hoping that Bull didn't want to bother with him. Suddenly he stumbled and realized that he had tripped over Bull's foot, which had been thrust out in front of his. He caught himself before he toppled over, but he knew he wasn't going to get away so easily. He didn't know if Bull knew about his fuck with Patty or if he only was pissed because he had sat with her in the movies. He hoped it was the latter.

"Hey, punk, where do you think you're going?" Bull asked.

"Just over to the soda shop, Bull," Bobby said in a weak voice.

"I can save you the trouble. Patty's not there," Bull said. His buddy Charley snickered in the background.

"I'm not looking for Patty," Bobby was eager to explain even though he knew it wouldn't do him much good. If Bull wanted to give him a hard time, talk wouldn't help.

Bull was standing in front of Bobby, toe to toe. He was several inches taller so he was looking down at him and his bulging stomach almost touched Bobby's. Bobby thought of running, but he didn't want to do that. It would be cowardly, and Bull would catch up with him sooner or later.

Bull lifted his hands and gave Bobby a stiff shove. Bobby stumbled backwards and Bull kept advancing. Bobby looked around in the faint hope that his brothers might be around, but he didn't see them or anyone else who might help. If he had to fight Bull, he wouldn't, but if there was any way out of it, he would take it.

Bull gave him another shove. Bobby was almost getting mad, but not, quite.

"Look, Bull, Patty's nothing to me. I mean she's just a friend, that's all."

Again Bobby was shoved roughly back. He felt adrenalin pumping through his veins, and was getting close to retaliating. Bull's big stomach would be an easy target, he thought. If he managed to take care of Bull, would Charley be next? Bobby's hands closed into tight fists. His muscles tensed.

Just as Bull was about to give him another shove, Bobby sent his fist into the softness of Bull's belly just below the breastbone. He caught the big bully off-guard and he crumbled. When Bobby saw him lying on the ground gasping for the breath that had been knocked out of him, he felt a combination of panic and glory. That was how David must have felt after flattening Goliath, he thought.

Bobby looked at Charley. Bull's friend looked like he felt some sort of need to revenge his friend's defeat, but he seemed hesitant. He came towards Bobby with clenched fists, but he didn't look too eager. Bobby braced himself for the next challenge.

Suddenly, Bobby heard footsteps towards him. He was afraid he might have to fight off a whole army, but he soon realized that it was help arriving.

"What's going on here?" he heard his brother Carl.

Charley stopped dead in his tracks. Carl and Don were standing beside him with a look of readiness about them. They were staring at Bull, who was still crumpled up on the sidewalk. Now that Bobby was safe, he began to feel great. His brothers had arrived just in time to save him from a possible attack from Charley and to see his conquest over Bull.

Bobby was still breathing hard and his throat felt dry, but he was able to say, "Bull tried to pick a fight with me."

Carl and Don stepped towards Charley, who immediately backed away. Bull was climbing to his feet. Charley gave him a hand and they walked away, Bull still holding his stomach.

"It's a good thing we got here when we did," Carl said.

"What? Are you kidding? It was all over by the time you guys showed up," Bobby said.

"Well, you took Bull, but Charley was coming after you, you know."

"So what?" Bobby said. "I would have taken him, too." Bobby wasn't going to let his brothers steal the glory of his victory.

"Let's go get a Coke," Don said. "The hero will buy…"

Bobby knew that his brothers were proud of him, even though they would never admit it. He only hoped that they would be around if Bull decided to come back to settle things, but he would never tell them that. They had a few Cokes and Bobby enjoyed his victory celebration. The excitement had taken his mind off his problem and for the first time in days he was free of the nuisance of having a constant hard-on.

But by the time he and his brothers were on their way home, he had a stiff prick again, and his thoughts were on his mother and her sexy body. When they got home, she was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She turned to see the boys come in and noticed that Bobby was staring at her ass she saw the bulge in his crotch, and the old feeling of frustration was too much to overcome. She couldn't do anything about her desires.

Bobby was feeling pretty cocky about beating Bull, and he wondered if he could use the same technique to win his mother. When Bull had pushed him, he felt his rage building until it overflowed in action. His mother was pushing him, too, but in another way. She was unknowingly pushing him into a corner of sexual desperation, and he was about to come out swinging.

During dinner that night, Bobby stared at his mother with bold passion. When her eyes met his, he just kept looking rather than lowering his gaze as he had been doing. Susan couldn't imagine what was going on, but her cunt seemed to know as it wet her underwear with a constant flow of musky juice. Carl and Don ate and talked and joked without any realization of what was going on between their younger brother and their mother. After dinner they all went into the living room to watch television. Bobby kept looking at his mother while she looked at the TV. She knew her son had his eyes on her, but she couldn't meet his gaze. Bobby was remembering the times when he was younger and didn't feel well. If he had a stomachache or a fever, his mother would let him sleep with her. What would happen if he told her he didn't feel well now? He was ready to ask her if he could join her in her bed, with ill health as an excuse.

As he thought about it, he thought it was a good idea. He would have to wait until his brothers were either asleep or at least out of the way. As Bobby thought about his plan, he felt his cock straining against the material of his jeans. His whole body was crying out for sex, and if his plan worked, he might have it. As he remembered lying with his mother in bed as a small boy, the sweet odor of her hot body came back to him. He had been too young to appreciate it then, but now the memory drove him wild.

As he thought about the possibility of sharing his mother's bed, he let his eyes measure the luscious curves of her body as she sat across the room from him. He knew that even if she let him get into her bed, the battle would only have just begun. He was after much more than just lying next to her all night, but the idea was a start at least. The thought of her lying asleep next to him wearing her sheer nightgown sent a shiver of lust through him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her.

Carl asked Don if he wanted to go to the soda shop. Don said he did, and they asked Bobby if he wanted to go, too. "No," he said, "I don't feel too good." The sooner he put his plan into action, the better it would be, he thought.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Susan asked him.

"I don't know, Mom. Maybe I ate too fast."

His brothers left him alone with Susan. Bobby sat there shaking with the idea that his plan might work. Susan didn't say anything else about his not feeling well, but she already thought about those days when young Bobby spent the night in her bed. If Bobby knew that she remembered that, he would have been more eager to bring it up. As it was, he was quaking with fear that she wouldn't let him get into her bed now, because he was too old.