Brian Laver: More than a mother

Bobby had heard of the magic button that could make a girl writhe with pleasure until she came just like a guy. He wanted to find that button and drive this chick wild. She was sending waves of ecstasy through him and he wanted to do his share.

He found her inner twat-lips and played with them for a while. It wasn't until he followed those lips to the spot where they met at the top of her pussy that he knew he had found the button. There was a puckered area of skin with a hard kernel buried in it, and when he pressed that kernel, Patty began shaking in her seat.

Now that she was vibrating with lust, she began doing wonderful things to his prick. She had been holding it until then, but now her fingers came alive. They crawled over the taut skin of his cock-head and slid down the shaft, scraping gently with her long nails. Bobby was dizzy with passion and he continued stirring her clit.

The two kids sat there working on each other for all they were worth. Patty was trying to muffle strange noises that were escaping from her throat, and Bobby was panting as if he'd just run a mile. He forgot that he was in a movie theater when his brain began short-circuiting with ecstasy. His cock was going to explode like it never had before.

His head fell back as thick jism began flying from his tool like a wildcat oil well. As his hips pumped and his legs shook, he kept up his clit-massaging because he could still heat Patty moaning like a wounded animal. In a minute it was all over. They went limp in their seats, and aside from their heaving chests and a few post orgasmic twitches, they weren't still.

Bobby pulled his hand out of Patty's pants and put his cock away. He was afraid to look around tar see what the reaction of the people around them might be. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and it wasn't a light feminine touch. His shirt was yanked hard and twisted. Bobby looked up and saw Bull Clark staring down at him from the row behind them. It occurred to him that he had seen Bull and Patty together a lot. He knew he was in trouble, and wondered where his brothers were now that he needed them.

"I been lookin' for you, Patty," Bull said. "Who's this punk?"

Bobby had gotten his rocks off and now he wished he could just fade away, but the hand on his shoulder wasn't letting go. People were beginning to shush Bull, some were even yelling for him to be quiet, but he kept carrying on.

"For Christ sake, Bull, shut up," Patty was saying in a hushed voice.

The girl got up and began dragging Bull down the row towards the aisle. He was still holding onto Bobby's shirt and he was getting dragged along. Bull finally let him go and Bobby crept back to his seat. Patty got Bull out of there and Bobby wondered what was in store for him when he left the theater. He tried to forget everything but the way Patty's cunt had felt to him. And the way her hand had played with his cock.

Sitting there in the dark, Bobby was lost to everything but his memory. If Bull was going to be waiting for him outside, he didn't care. He'd wet his finger in Patty's cunt and that was all that mattered. He lifted his finger to his nose and sniffed it. The odor of sweet pussy-juice filled his head.

When the movie ended, Bobby looked around for his brothers. He hadn't seen them before the lights went out, but they usually came to the show on Saturdays to grab some tit. First he spotted Carl with Jane. Then he saw Don, too. He rushed to them so he would have some protection if Bull were waiting for him.

"What was all that commotion?" Carl asked Don.

"I don't know," Don said. "I think it was that big, dumb guy, Bull, having a fight with his girl friend. I wouldn't want to mess with him."

Bobby hated to hear that, but he had to tell his brothers about his success.

"That was Bull. I was sitting with Patty and he came over and started dragging her out and tugging on my shirt. Hey, he ripped it," Bobby said as he examined his sleeve.

His brothers were looking at him in astonishment. He felt proud to be the center of attraction even though he was scared that they would have to deal with Bull. They were leaving the theater and Bobby was walking with Carl and Jane on one side and Don on the other. Bull didn't seem to be around, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't you know any better than to sit with Bull's girl friend?" Don asked.

"Well, she was standing in the lobby all alone and she looked so good I couldn't resist," he said, feeling like a big stud.

"Did you get much?" Carl asked.

Jane was still walking with them, so Bobby didn't want to go into details, but he said, "Do you want to smell my finger?"

Carl immediately grabbed his hand and smelled it.

"Hey, the punk finally cracked a cunt," he said. "Congratulations, kid."

Bobby didn't want Jane to know it was the first time he'd fingered a chick's patch, but in the light of his glorious success he felt like he was floating.

They all headed over to the soda shop and for the first time Bobby didn't feel like he was merely tagging along. When they went in, the first thing Bobby noticed was Bull and Patty sitting together in a booth. They saw him, too, and they saw he was with his two brothers. Bobby figured that as long as he had them around, he would be safe.

Carl, Jane, Don and him all sat together. They talked about the movie, but Bobby realized that he hadn't the faintest idea what it had been about. Such was the power of sex! Bobby saw Bull and Patty get up and walk out. As he watched Patty's denim-clad ass swaying out, he sniffed his finger once again and felt his cock harden. He was on the right track, he realized, and he would have to keep plugging until he got his cock into a juicy pussy.

Susan Arnold had always been a lusty woman. When her husband was killed in an explosion at his plant, she thought her life was over. With three boys to bring up and no man in the house or in her bed, she didn't see how she would manage. But as the years went by, she found that he was a much more capable woman than she had ever given herself, credit for.

The boys were well behaved for the most part, and her biggest problem was horniness. She did date occasionally, but it seemed that all the men she met were only after sex. That was all right with her. She was satisfied with fucking once in a while and filling the rest of her life with her boys and her home. Of course, every now and then she had to relieve the lust that was constantly with her without the help of a man.

As she watched her boys grow up, she came to realize she had three temptations under her roof all the time. She noticed how her sons' pants bulged with huge cocks and balls, just as their father's pants had bulged. He had been a beautiful man end they had made a good couple.

Susan didn't look like the mother of her boys. She had dark hair and was built more solidly than them. Susan had a huge pair of tits that were still as firm and full at thirty-six as they had been at eighteen. Her face showed the tiny lines that come with age, but her features were youthful and very pretty. Full lips and high cheekbones gave her a classical beauty.

Her bedroom was next to her sons', and she often heard their conversations about girls. Listening to them brought back memories of her girlhood when all the young men who ever saw her pursued her. She hoped her boys would be spared the horniness that she imposed on her boy friends, but things were different in those days. If she had it to do over again, she would have fucked every one of those kids who asked her to the movies or out for a soda.

She knew that Don and Carl were getting their share of young pussy around, but she was worried about Bobby. He had always been a shy child. She often saw one of the older boys sneak into the garage with a girl and she heard them bragging about their conquests, but Bobby was always a listener in those bragging sessions.