Brian Laver - More than a mother

He knew that his brothers would be out until late as usual, and that hi mother would probably go to sleep before they came home. He could bring up the question of where he was to sleep at any time now, and the sooner the better. He tried a few limes to ask, even opening his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Finally, he managed to say, "Gee, Mom, I really don't feel too good."

Susan got up and walked towards him. He saw her heavy tits jostling in her blouse, the nipples clearly visible through the fabric, and he felt his breath disappear. When she neared him, he could smell the feminine odor of her body and it made him dizzy. Susan put out her hand and laid it on his forehead.

"Poor Bobby," she said. "I hope it's nothing serious."

The touch of her hand on his head made Bobby's cock begin to jerk in his pants. He wondered if his mother noticed.

"You do feel sort of hot. Maybe I should take your temperature. I'll get the thermometer," Susan said and walked out of the room.

Bobby almost dove at her ass, but he forced himself to sit quietly. His mother would be back at any second. A cold sweat broke out on his face as he waited. When she walked back into the room, Bobby almost wished he hadn't started all this business.

"Open your mouth and put this under your tongue," Susan said as she held the thermometer out to his face.

Susan was taking the news that her son didn't feel well with as much excitement as he had felt in telling her. She hadn't forgotten the nights they had spent together either, and she was wondering if she should invite him into her bed as she had done when he was small. Actually, she was wondering if she could resist.

"You're sweating, Bobby," she said as she felt his forehead again.

Susan felt her body tense as she touched her son. Their eyes met, and each of them thought they could read the other's mind. Since they were thinking the same thing, that was only natural. The idea of their getting into the same bed hung around them like a blanket.

Finally, Susan broke the ice, and when she did, Bobby almost fainted.

"Why don't you get into my bed, and go right to sleep? You'll feel better in the morning."

Bobby could hardly believe his eyes. Suddenly, his mother looked different to him. She seemed to be breathing heavily and her face looked red. The reason for the flustered look on his mother's face was out of the realm of possibility as far as Bobby was conceited, so he didn't even get close to guessing it.

He got up and slipped his hands into his pockets to hide the hard-on that was making his crotch swell and making it hard for him to walk, and headed for his mother's bedroom. Susan wondered if she would be able to keep her hands off her son. Would he lean his stiff prick against her in his sleep, she wondered, and if he did, what would she do?

Bobby was shaking and panting with excitement, but he managed to wash and brush his teeth. He went into his mother's room and stood there, taking it all in. Even though she was in the living room, her essence seemed to be with him there. There was the smell of her body hanging in the air, and her underwear was lying in silky heaps here and there.

Bobby felt as if he were being watched as he undressed. When he stood naked with his big dick sticking out in front of him, he thought he would die if his mother were ever to see him in that condition. But it was so exciting to be there and to know that his mother was going to climb into that bed with him. He was proud of himself for getting even that far.

He saw himself standing there in the mirror and knew that his mother would be proud of his young body and his magnificent cock. When he slipped into bed, the sheets caressed him, as they never had before. His mother's odor was stronger in the bed, too. Now that he had gotten into the bed, he began to realize that he had a lot of time to kill. It was only seven-thirty, and his mother didn't usually go to bed until eleven. He wondered how be was going to stand to wait.

He tossed around and with every movement his cock grew stiffer from rubbing against the smooth sheets. He tried to keep his hands off his prick, but he soon realized that that would be impossible. Wrapping his hand around the root, he instantly knew he would have to come or explode. After only three or four jerks, his prick was tingling with pleasure and his body was melting.

The orgasm shot through him like a bolt of lightning and he cupped his hand under the twitching head of his cock to catch the bullets of white-hot fuck-juice. He was able to get a few seconds of relief after coming, but it didn't last long. He slipped into the bathroom and rinsed the residue of his climax from his palm, but by the time he was back between his mother's sheets, he was as horny as ever. At least it made the time pass a little more quickly.

He lay there engrossed in sexy fantasies, jerked off twice more and looked at the clock. Ten-thirty. His mother would be coming soon. Now he began to count the seconds. He wondered if he should pretend to be asleep or not. If he did, he might get to watch her undress through half-closed eyes, but he didn't think he could fool her.

Susan had been watching the time with as much impatience as her son. She was tempted to go to bed early, but she didn't want to look suspicious. Finally, shortly after ten-thirty, she felt that she had waited long enough. She didn't know what to expect with her grown-up boy lying in her bed, but she hoped for the best. When she walked into the room, he had his head turned away from her.

"Are you sleeping?" she whispered.

"No," Bobby said and turned to look at his mother. They were both desperately trying to hide their passionate longings.

"How do you feel?" she asked. She didn't know what she wanted him to answer, but she didn't want him to leave her bed in any case.

Bobby told her that he felt the same, and she said, "Do you want to spend the night here like you used to when you were small?"

He thought he heard her voice quaver – but why would it? He told her that he did, and they both experienced a wave of thrilling adventure. Susan's cunt was flowing freely and Bobby's cock was thumping on the mattress. Without saying another word, she began to undress. Bobby couldn't believe what was happening to him. He didn't know whether he should turn away and give his mother privacy as she undressed or not. It would have taken more will power than he had and she didn't ask him to look away, so he watched. She didn't seem to be looking at him so Bobby thought he could watch without her being aware of it. He didn't look directly at her, but watched from the corners of his eyes.

Susan knew he was looking as she unbuttoned her blouse, but she wouldn't have it any other way. The idea of him watching made her buzz with wild lust. It was difficult for her to keep her hands under control as she fumbled with the buttons. She pulled the garment from her and hung it in the closet. Her huge tits were exposed to Bobby's hungry eyes and he devoured them.

When the bridge of his nose eclipsed the view of one eye, he turned his face unashamedly towards his mom. She still didn't seem to notice him watching, but she did. The sight of her tits was almost enough to make him lunge at her, and if he knew what she was thinking, he would have. But in his youthful shyness, he contented himself with watching the big mounds of tit flesh swing around with her movements.

He noticed that her nipples were erect, and he wondered about that. The silky spheres looked like they would make a perfect pillow. As his mother unfastened her pants, Bobby held his breath. She pulled down the tight-fitting slacks, baring her long legs, and her boy drank in the sight. She was left wearing skimpy, bikini panties that let the dark patch of her beaver show through. When she turned to hang the slacks in the closet, she gave her son a good look at her ass. The cheeks quivered as she turned, even though they were restrained by the undies, and the dark crack that separated the two cheeks seemed to beckon Bobby to probe its mysteries.