Brian Laver - More than a mother

"Let's go into the bedroom," Sam whispered.

Susan hated to leave the TV behind, but it had already gotten her so hot that she couldn't refuse the offer. As soon as they entered the bedroom, she knew she was in for the extravaganza of her life. There were TVs everywhere and cameras all around the bed, pointing at the center of attention from various angles, including a camera at the foot of the bed for those hard-to-see close-ups.

Mirrors on the ceiling and wails made Susan feel that she was in a huge hall full of people and equipment. When Sam began to undress, she could watch every side of his body simultaneously. She began peeling her clothes off, and saw Sam gaze from, one mirror to the other. When they got into bed, he reached over to a console of knobs and switches in the headboard and threw a switch. Four TV monitors lit up around them.

Susan was flabbergasted as she looked from one screen to the next. One showed her and Sam from above. She could see her body, her tits pointing perkily up from her chest, and her dark muff hiding the pink slash of her cunt lips. Sam's cock was standing at attention and swaying with the beats of his horny heart.

She looked at the next screen. It was a view from her side of the bed and she could see her tits moving up and down as she breathed in deep breaths of lust. The curls on her cunt mound rose above the horizon of her hips. Sam's cock could be seen once again in the background. The other screens showed two more angles of the same subject, and as she watched, she saw Sam turn towards her and touch her clit.

She automatically closed her eyes as the feeling of his caress flowed through her, but she opened them again when she realized she was missing the fine show on the television screens. Even when Sam lowered his face to hers and took her lips between his teeth, Susan kept her eyes on the screen.

She let her thighs fall open and watched the screen that showed the view from the foot of the bed. Her cunt smiled at her with its toothless, pink grin. Sam's balls looked delicious lying at the base of his mighty cock. She rolled her hips and opened her legs wider to get a better view of her pussy.

Sam reached up to the console and turned a knob. The camera aimed at their crotches zoomed in until her cunt was filling the big screen. Then Sam reached for that cunt and took it in his strong fingers. Susan was watching him handling her twat on TV. As he stuck his middle finger in her snatch, she not only felt the walls of her box stretch to accommodate it, but she could see it slide in, too.

While he dabbled in her cunt with his longest finger, he held the soft lips apart with his fingers. Her inner lips were held open like butterfly wings while they both watched him stirring the pink, wet interior.

As he stimulated her twat with a finger, he covered her hard nipple with his mouth and sucked on it. Susan could look from the close-up of her cunt to a medium shot of Sam lying with his face on her heaving tit and sucking on it. It was like starring in a porno film and being in the audience at the same time. She had never imagined such an exciting variation of the usual fuck. How nice it would be to have this gadget at home to watch herself jerking off, she thought.

Sam was reaching as far up her snatch as he could. He had very long fingers, and combined with the way Susan was lifting her thighs and pushing her cunt out as much as she could, he was reaching to the very end of her fuck-chamber. He added another finger, then another, until he had all four fingers in her pussy, and they were watching the whole thing on big-screen, color TV!

The presence of all those fingers in her pussy, wiggling and massaging as they were, was driving Susan into a state of horny delirium. The images on the TVs were like a dream now as she rolled and writhed under the burden of a stuffed cunt. Sam still was adding to the bulk of her load. He managed to get his thumb in there, too, and was now pushing his whole fist into her tight fuck-hole.

Susan's cunt was flowing with lubricating juice, but it was beginning to hurt anyhow. He had a way of continuing the force of his fist shoving that was getting it into her cunt with the least amount of discomfort and the most pleasure, and Susan decided to let him continue to see what would happen.

He stopped pushing when his hand was completely buried in the tight grip of her cunt. She was in delicious ecstasy and the pain was subsiding. The TV showed the unbelievable sight of Sam's hand completely enveloped in her cunt, with just the heel of his hand showing between the stretched twat-lips. Then Sam began to pull his hand out. Her pussy walls seemed to cling to the fist and the pink lining showed at the entrance as it reluctantly let him go.

They watched the hand emerge, wet with her juices, until her cunt was empty again. She felt hollow after that and her cunt remained opened and gaping the pink snatch-lips surrounded a dark cavern of space that wanted desperately to be filled once again. Sam knew he would have to wait until her pussy shrank to its normal size before it would be worthwhile sticking his cock in, but there was no hurry. He had plenty of other tricks to keep them aroused.

Susan took Sam's cock into her hand and found that it was bigger than it looked on the television screen. Her fingers barely reached around it. She felt it pulsing with hot blood as she slowly moved the loose skin of the sausage back and forth over the stiff core. Sam was still sucking her tit as she fondled his prick. He began swiveling his body around, moving his cock towards her face as he moved his lips down the underside of her tit and along the smooth flesh of her belly.

Susan knew what was coming, but she still enjoyed it more from watching the action on the TVs. She saw Sam move into the classic sixty-nine position and felt him brush his lips and nose through her pussy curls. With her hand still wrapped around his pecker, she pulled the rod to her mouth and opened wide. Just as she felt his tongue probing the gash of her cunt, she slipped his fat cock-head into her mouth.

Clamping down on the spongy prick-tip, she looked at the TV screen again. The sight of Sam's head between her thighs and his cock in her mouth made her gasp. She had been in that position many times, but she never imagined that it looked so weirdly erotic. Sam was careful not to get his head in the way of the TV camera at the foot of the bed as he sucked her cunt, and Susan could look past his stomach and watch him at work on her twat.

She didn't want to let the watching take away from the doing, so she made sure that she did a good job on the prick in her mouth. She ran her tongue along the bottom of the head while she continued lifting the skin up and down. She could see how her lips had to stretch to get the thick rod into her mouth, and that surprised her, too.

Sam was getting his tongue high up her pussy-tunnel and she thought it was time to take more of his cock into her head. She moved her head forward and felt the swollen cock slide down her throat. Susan tad to concentrate at these times so she wouldn't gag and spoil the blowjob. When she had his prick-head deep in her throat, she swallowed several times so her throat would grab his cock and give it a yank. The technique worked, she could tell, by the way she saw his body react on the TV screens.

Sam's tongue was getting to her. The flutter over her cunt and short jabs up her twat-cave were starting the waves of passion rolling. She increased the motion of her tongue and throat on his cock to catch up. When Sam began making little detours of his tongue over to her asshole for a fast lick, she began sliding his cock up and down her throat with rapid movements. They both began to shake with lust, as she could see on the monitors.

Susan knew that if he came in her throat, she would gag, so she kept his prick-tip in her mouth and swished her tongue all around it. There wasn't much room left in her mouth with the fat dong lying on her tongue, but she managed to move her tongue around enough to keep his passion rising.