Brian Laver: More than a mother

There was another reason for her concern for her youngest. Although she wouldn't admit it to herself, Bobby turned her on. Every time she saw him lately, she wished that she was a young girl who could go after him and break through his wall of shyness.

As she lay in bed listening to the muffled voices on the other side of the wall, she would feel a tremor in her cunt when she recognized the voice of her youngest. Like so many other times, she let her hand fall lightly on her fuzzy cunt-mound she tiled to hear the conversation through the thin wall. Slowly, her fingers would curl around her plump snatch. The more she handled her twat, the hotter she got until she couldn't resist sticking her fingers into her hot, wet gash. With her other hand, she would push a heavy tit up to her mouth and lick the nipple until it was hard and stiff as a stone.

That was the position she was in when she heard Bobby tell his brothers about finger-fucking the girl in the movie theater that afternoon. With all her worrying about the young boy's shyness, Susan was surprised to find that she couldn't feel happy about his adventure. It was getting hard to ignore the fact that she was jealous.

Her fingers tightened around the firm flesh of her tit and she sucked as much of the bulb into her mouth as she could. In her mind was a picture of her dear Bobby. Two fingers slid up her flowing cunt as she lifted her knees and spread her thighs. In and out the fingers moved in imitation of a hard prick. It had been a long time since she had seen Bobby naked and she knew that his cock had become that of a man's.

Her lips formed his name as she continued to finger-fuck her pussy. Her breath, whispering her son's name, tickled the skin of her boob as she nuzzled it with her face. Her hips were beginning to move as if a cock were stuffing her box. She added a third finger to the two that were already plunging into her twat.

The bedsprings began groaning at about the same time that moans of pleasure escaped from her lips around the tit she was still sucking on. The familiar sensation of passionate pleasure was flooding her head. Her back was arched and she spread her legs as far as she could. Reaching as far up her twat as possible with her fingers at every stroke was approximating the sensations of getting fucked. At least she was managing to fool her body and it was creating an orgasm in her that was about to bloom into full ecstasy.

Muffling her cries of desperate lust with the tit she was holding to her mouth, Susan came. She felt her cunt contracting with convulsive spasms on her fingers. A few more thrusts would finish the job and she lifted her ass from the bed and made the last one the best. The whole bed shook as she shoved her fingers up her cunt and sent her hips down to increase the penetration.

When she collapsed on the bed, she was trembling with the residual excitement of her climax. Her limbs were weak from the ecstasy that had ravaged her, but she managed to bring her snaking fingers up to her face and lick off the syrup of her cunt juice. It gave her a special thrill to suck her lingers clean after reaming her pussy. Now she would sleep deeply and peacefully.

On the other side of the wall the boys were talking about girls. Bobby had given them a vivid description of Patty. Don had fucked her, so Bobby didn't get the prestige he'd hoped for, but it was nice to be able to add a report of his own in their bull sessions.

Don asked Carl about Dot, the girl Bobby had watched him fuck in the garage.

"Great. Big tits and a tight cunt. What more could you want?"

"Yeah, I'd like to get her twat around my cock sometime," Don said.

"Don't count on it. The punk made sure she'll never come back around here."

Bobby was afraid his brothers were going to gang up on him, but they didn't. He loved to hear them talk about the girls they fucked.

"I'll show you who she reminds me of," Carl said, as he fished one of their porno magazines out from under his mattress.

He opened the magazine to a page that showed a girl with her ass jutting towards the camera. Her cunt was spread and in plain view beneath the ass-cheeks. The lips of her pussy looked pink and shiny.

"Her cunt's like this one," Carl explained. "Nice twat-lips and a plump mound."

Bobby had seen the picture and jerked off with it a thousand times, but having his brother compare it to a real girl he had fucked made it more exciting than it had ever been before. He looked at the cunt with new eyes.

"Let's jerk off," Don said.

All three of them pulled down their pants and pointed their stiff pricks at the magazine. As they studied the picture, they all began pumping their cocks. They had these community jerk-offs every now and then, and Bobby enjoyed it. It made him feel that he was on an even footing with them. They all stroked their puds until they were grunting with pleasure. Don passed tissues around so they could catch their spewing. When they had creamed into the tissues, they wiped their cocks and put the magazine away. Don picked up the book he'd been reading and Carl fooled around with his model airplanes.

It was all over for the two older brothers, but Bobby wasn't satisfied. He was only warming up. While he pretended to read a comic book, he was really interested in jerking off again. He had to beat his meat about three times a day just to clear his mind of the sexy thoughts that were constantly plaguing him. Bobby didn't want his brothers to know what he was up to because they would tease him about his virginity.

The comic he happened to pick was one full of nice-looking chicks, and they were turning him on as much as the naked chicks with spread pussies in the porno magazines. His brothers seemed to be busy with their own hobbies so Bobby got up and slipped out of the room. He went into the bathroom and pulled down his pants. Setting the comic book on the sink, he began stroking his big rod again. He wished he would have taken one of the dirty books into the bathroom with him, but then his brothers would know what he was up to. Bobby was stroking himself into a fit of passion when the door suddenly opened. There were his two brothers gawking in at him. Before Bobby knew what was happening, they rushed into the room. Don grabbed the comic and began laughing, and Carl took him by the shoulders and dragged him all around the room.

"Let's see how long it takes you to come," Don said. "Lois Lane has nice tits," he added, looking through the comic, "but, really, she doesn't make my cock stand."

Bobby was humiliated, but not surprised. It seemed that his brothers took every chance they had to torture him. He was too far along in his masturbation to stop now and the jism was rushing into his cock. His prick was waving all around as Carl kept spinning him around the room. When he began spewing white fuck-cream, it went all over the walls. Then Carl swung. Bobby around so he was facing Don. The last few drops shot in Don's direction and he was lilt with the last wad.

Carl howled, and Don was pissed off. Bobby knew he would get the worst of it still. The jism had hit Don on the front of his T-shirt.

"All right, lick it off," he demanded of his younger brother.

It hadn't been his fault, but that was the way it went. Bobby was deciding if he would do what his brother demanded, or take the consequences.

"What's going on in there?" his mother suddenly bellowed from the hall.

All three boys turned to see her standing there in her nightgown. She was mad about being wakened after her efforts to assure herself of sound deep. Bobby shoved his cock into his pants and wondered if his mother had seen it. He didn't realize it at that moment, but he hoped she had; he was proud of his big tool.

The boys were staring at their mother's body as it showed through the thin material of her flowing gown. She realized what a show she as putting on for the kids, so she told them to go to sleep and disappeared into her room again.