Brian Laver - More than a mother

When Susan slipped her mouth from his and started kissing his neck, she muttered, "Oh, Bobby. Ohhhhhhhh," and Bobby knew that he had found out. She knew it was him and she was devouring him with her lust. He felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Now that everything was on the up and up, he threw himself into the game with all his energy. Susan was proud that her boy could handle her body like he did.

He moved down until his face was even with her heavy tit. He felt the huge nipple with his lips, and then sucked the whole thing into his mouth. While he sucked, his hands kept exploring the area between his mother's legs. Being fairly inexperienced, he didn't get suspicious at the amount of twat-juice there. His hand was swimming in the slippery stuff.

Bobby pressed his middle finger between the plump lips of his mom's, pussy and explored the wet satin lining. The thought of him having his finger up his mother's snatch was so fantastic that he was afraid that he might be dreaming the whole thing. If so, he was going to enjoy himself anyhow. Pushing his finger back towards her ass, he came to the entrance of her fuck-cave. He could feel the inner labes guarding the tunnel, and he played with them for a while before entering the passage to her womb.

Susan was moving her hips in slow, sensual circles and humming in rapture. Bobby sucked her tit mechanically while he concentrated on feeling the interior of her cunt. His tongue was making lazy circles around the stiff nipple while his nose poked the warm tit-flesh. He wished he had eyes on his fingertips so he could see the insides of her twat. So far, he'd poked around in a few pussies, but had never really had the chance to look one in the eye.

Curiosity was second to lust, though, as Bobby ravaged his mom's body. His cock vibrated with unreleased energy as it lay beside Susan's thigh. His mouth drooled all over the tit he was sucking and heated it with his panting breath. Now he reached way up that flowing fuck-tunnel trying to find the end of it. He sent a second finger in and was able to stretch the tube until it was a small cavern. Cunts were incredible inventions, he thought, as he put yet another finger in.

One of the greatest things about being there like that with his mom was that she was reacting to his play. It gave him a sense of power to have her in that state of lust. Her hands were clawing at the back of his neck, pulling his face into the living pillow of tit, and her legs seemed to be climbing up his body.

Bobby finally understood that she was trying to drag him down along her writhing body. He let himself slide down, covering her with kisses and licks as he went. He kissed the underside of her tits, and when they were out of reach, he licked a wet path down her tummy, pausing at her belly button to ream it with his tongue. Now he was getting to the goodies, and his head spun with dizzying passion.

By the time his mouth reached the top of her hairy beaver, he was insane with sexual bliss. The strange odor of a boiling-hot cunt filled his nostrils and made his mouth water even more. He moved automatically now, like a newborn kitten looking for a teat. His mouth was opened wide, and his tongue was blindly thrashing through her muff. The pussy hair was wet with leaked syrup and Bobby had a preview of the flavor of hot cunt.

His hands gripped her thighs with all his might as he burrowed his face into the soaking mess of wet twat hair. When he felt the slick interior of her pussy at the end of his lashing tongue, he went wild. With strong swipes, he covered the spread slit from back to front. Susan was acting as if she were riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo, except she was flat on her back. Her head was thrown back and her face told the story of her lust.

After Bobby had lapped her pussy for a while, he was able to control himself a little bit. He began tonguing her gash with selective licks and probes. He traced the wiggling inner labes to the stiff clit, which he teased while Susan shook with a palsied passion. Then he stuck his tongue up the hole where the flavor of cunt-squeezing was concentrated. He reached up her cave as far as he could, then wiggled his tongue for all he was worth.

Bobby's prick was swelling to the point of explosion, and he wanted to plunge it into the gash he was licking, but when he tried to lift his face, Susan gasped in panic and shoved him back into the swamp. Bobby understood that she must be on the verge of coming, and he wanted to do this right, so he put off his own gratification and kept lapping.

He was right, he knew, when he heard those wild animal sounds that were soon flooding the room. Bobby had no idea that his mother could be transformed into a howling banshee with the application of a lashing tongue to her cunt. There was a whole side to this woman that he'd never imagined.

As Susan shook with her orgasm, Bobby forced her thighs even farther apart so he could get his tongue higher up her twat. He was tongue-fucking her now as she died with rapture. He knew how she felt by the way her voice and body were reacting, and he tried to make it even better. He didn't let up on his twat tickling until she wiggled her way out of his grasp. With his face dripping cunt-juice, Bobby crawled up his mother's body and collapsed on top of her.

It was obvious that Susan was going to need some time to recover from her exertions, but Bobby was having trouble waiting. As soon as Susan realized that her son was trying to stab her with his twitching prick, she spread her legs and gave him access to her stretched and soaking pussy. As soon as she did, his cock slipped in. Her cunt was so wet and slippery that he didn't have any trouble getting his rod in.

As soon as he felt the tight tube of her cunt caressing his cock, Bobby began pumping. Susan was hardly down from the last orgasm before she was on her way to another. Bobby certainly hadn't been a disappointment. He showed so much energy that she felt like she'd fallen into a pit full of sex-starved Boy-Scouts. He seemed to be all over her at once. Now that he was driving his teenage cock up her twat, she knew she was experiencing the ultimate in primitive fucking.

Her son's plunging cock was sending Susan toward another climax. Her cunt was still sensitive from the tongue-lashing he had given it, and now his prick was putting it through the wringer. His shaft was stretching her cunt-tube as it filled her. The knob at the end of his cock stretched her cunt-mouth as Bobby pulled it out that far, before sending it back up her hole as far as it would reach.

Susan's hips were pumping in opposition to her boy's. With her knees drawn up and thighs spread, Bobby could look down and see the glistening piston between the two patches of hair that kept crashing together. He held himself up off his mother's body so he could watch her face as it contorted in agonized pleasure. Her tits were wobbling around on her chest with her writhing, and they were nice to watch, too.

Both of their faces were screwed up in expressions of passion as they watched each other come. Bobby came with more force than he thought possible. He felt the jism, under tremendous pressure, surge into his cock and out the tip. Susan knew when he came not only by the grunts and spasms, but also by the searing heat of his cock-cream as it filled her. Her cunt snapped on his prick as she came, and he answered her back with twitches of his overflowing tool.

Bobby kept pumping until every drop of jism had been drained from his balls, then he fell on the cushions of his mother's tits. They both gasped for breath as their sweat mingled. Susan held her boy in a tight embrace as she considered how great it had been to realize the dream she had been a slave to for the past week. Bobby was as thrilled as she was, and he knew that his lust was not in vain. This had been totally different from any of the other fucks he'd had. This was his very own mother!