Brian Laver - More than a mother

Bobby was the only one who could even things up and he volunteered. When they got to the house, he said that there was something he had to do. He left his brothers with the two girls and disappeared. Carl and Don appreciated his bowing out, and hoped that they could handle these girls without their brother's help.

Bobby went out to the garage to fool around with his bicycle. He thought about Nancy and wished that he could be with her now, but he knew he had made a good impression and there would be more chances. He hoped his brothers would get something anyhow.

As he fooled around, he heard a car coming up the drive. It was his mother. When the car pulled into the garage, she hopped out, looked around, and, not seeing anyone, gabbed Bobby and kissed him passionately. They always had to be careful that no one saw them in their more intimate moments.

"We didn't think you'd be home so early," he said.

"Well, that just goes to show you, you never know," Susan said, and ran her hand down Bobby's middle to his bulging crotch. "Where're your brothers?"

"In the house trying to make some time with two girls."

"Well, I wish them luck," Susan said. "Right now, I have to start supper, but when it's in the oven, I'll have some time to kill."

Susan gave Bobby a knowing glance as she left him, and he smiled at her. When he was left alone in the garage again, he couldn't resist touching the lump in his pants. His mother had given him a boner, and he was restless.

When Susan went into the house, the first thing she did was go to the hallway near the living room to listen to the young voices. She heard the usual conversation that could be expected among young people. Her sons were telling the girls about their heroic adventures, and she could tell by the way the girls were giggling and laughing that they were willing to go along with anything these boys might suggest. She hoped that her boys had enough sense to pick up on it and make a play for the chicks.

Susan supposed that the boys didn't know that she was home. She wouldn't let on that she was, and hoped to be able to monitor the kids' progress. Ever since she had begun fucking Bobby, she seemed to have a more light-hearted attitude about sex and young kids. She wanted all her sons to have a lot of fun with the chicks.

Carl and Don didn't have any trouble getting the girls into a relaxed and carefree state of mind, but they seemed to be stymied as far as getting their hands on them. They wished their brother was there. They knew he would think of some way to get the chicks to shed some clothing.

Don had been eyeing Jane for a while, and her red hair and luscious tits were driving him wild.

While Don was going an about the school's football team, Don slid closer to her on the couch. Carl saw what was happening, and he knew that he would have to warm things up between himself and Beth if anything at all were going to happen.

Carl shut up and watched his brother put his arm around Jane. She didn't resist when he tried to kiss her, so Carl went to where Beth was sitting and sat on the arm other chair. He put his hand on her shoulder while his body slid down beside hers. Soon, the brothers were kissing the girls and moving their hands towards the bulges in their jerseys.

When Susan heard the conversation stop, she crept to the door and peeked in. The sight of her sons necking with those two pretty girls made her hot, and she thought of Bobby out in the garage. Suddenly, she could stand to be without him. Her cunt was starving for his mighty prick and her tits felt cold without his hands to rub them warm. She went out to the garage and called him into the house. Without making enough noise to tip off the other brothers, they tiptoed into her bedroom and closed the door.

"We'll have to hurry," Susan told her youngest boy as she began stripping.

Once again, Bobby was staring at her gorgeous tits. He tore off his clothes in a rush to feel their naked bodies pressing together. When his stiff cock was free and bobbing sportily in the air, Susan came to him and they hugged. Bobby's prick was sandwiched between their bellies and Susan's tits were flattened against her son's chest.

They slipped into bed and pulled the cool sheets over their hot bodies. They pressed their mouths together and tasted each other's saliva. Tonguing his mother's mouth always made Bobby's cock tremble, and Susan could feel the reaction as it tickled her belly. Bobby scooped up a handful of firm tit, and compressed it in his sweaty palm. He felt the nipple that had nourished him as a baby grow stiff as he kneaded the boob.

In the living room, other tits were being reached for, but connections weren't being made. Carl crept his hand up Beth's side until he felt the root of her swelling tit. Her mouth was full of his tongue, but as his fingers moved over the boob, he felt her grab his wrist and pull his hand away from the coveted object. He could see that his brother wasn't doing any better.

The guys did their best, but it wasn't getting them what they wanted. Even though Don could hear Jane's breathing increase to a short, deep pant, she wasn't willing to let him get any further than some innocent tongue-wrestling.

Finally, Don decided to go to the bathroom and flog his prick to avoid a case of blue ball, scourge of frustrated young studs. He said he had to go to the bathroom, and left Jane with her tits molested. Carl knew what his brother was up to, and only wished he'd thought of it first.

On the way to the bathroom, Don noticed that his mother's car was in the garage. He was sure it hadn't been there when they came in, and he wondered where she was. Then he noticed that her bedroom door was closed. He figured that she must be taking a nap, but for some reason, perhaps a sixth sense that led a horny kid to sex, he want to her door and listened. What he heard almost made him lose his mind with horny excitement.

At first, there was the sound of heavy breathing that was always associated with fucking. Strange, he thought, but when he heard his mother's breathless voice mutter, "Ohhhhhhhh, Bobby, that's so nice. Where did you ever learn that?" He didn't know whether he should believe his own ears or not.

As soon as he convinced himself that what he was hearing wasn't imagined, he went to the living room and motioned for Carl to come with him. Carl noticed his brother's flushed face and his drooping jaw, and knew that something was up. Don wouldn't say anything as he led his brother to their mother's door, but he motioned for him to be quiet. When Carl heard the action on the other side of the door, his eyes grew big as doughnuts and he stared at his brother in amazement.

The two of them forgot about the girls in their stupor. Both of them felt their cocks straining against their jeans as they pictured their younger brother in bed with their mother. The longer they stood there, the hornier they got, until Don grabbed the door handle and turned it. The door swung open, and they were treated to the incredible sight of their mother and brother locked in a wild fuck.

Susan was on her knees with her shoulders and head lying on the crumpled sheets. Bobby was kneeling behind her, his cock slipping in and out of her wet fuck-hole between their mother's thighs. They were going at it with such passion that they didn't even notice that the door had opened. Then Bobby noticed them. He looked at his brothers and stopped pumping.

"Don't stop!" Susan yelled with desperation. But when the cock remained motionless, she turned her head and saw her other sons standing in the doorway with their eyes and mouths gaping.

Bobby didn't know what he should do, but Susan didn't seem to be very upset. In a voice that Carl and Don never heard before she said, "Come join us."

At first, the two boys only stood and looked. Bobby had been about to shoot his load when he was interrupted, but now that his mother had handled the situation so calmly, he began fucking again. Susan moaned with ecstatic lust. Suddenly, Carl walked towards the bed, puffing his clothes off as he went. Don was right behind him. They undressed in a matter of seconds and were crawling on the bed as Bobby began panting with the exertion of his orgasms.