Brian Laver: Mother_s new lover

Dave captured one of his mother's tits in his hand. His other hand was still full of plump ass-cheek. The fingers pressed into the valley of her ass through her skirt.

"Oh, Dave," Jean said as she kissed and licked his neck. "I don't know why, but I've been so eager to get my hands on you. I was going crazy with lust, and it had to be you."

Dave's head spun with the words his mother was whispering. But that didn't stop him from enjoying himself.

But he was still too stunned to take the woman as she wanted to be taken. Jean had to lead the boy on. She brought him to her bed, pushing him down and lying beside him.

Dave looked up at his mother's face, then down to her tits. Then he grabbed those big piles of softness. Her tits weren't as firm as Mary's, but they were firmer than Gloria's. Dave sunk his fingers into them, thrilling at the way the tits seemed to compress, molding themselves to his hands.

Jean bent her face down and kissed her son again. But rather than caress him, she began unbuttoning her blouse. When the buttons were unfastened, she sat up. With Dave watching in awe, she slipped off her blouse and bra.

He had seen his mother's tits before, but being so close, within reaching distance, was different. Dave studied the jugs that hung before him. The nipples puckered into knots of flesh as he watched. Then he grabbed them again.

"Dave, you do want me don't you?" Jean said as her son held her tits.

"Yeah, of course," Dave said. "I always thought you were the sexiest chick I'd ever seen."

Jean ran her hands over her son's shoulders. Dave felt his mother's knockers moving like Jell-O in his hands. He felt his mouth open and his face drawn to her tits as though by some sort of magnetism.

"Oh-h-h-h, suck me," Jean said when Dave's mouth arrived at one of her stiff nipples.

She fell back with Dave's face buried in the quivering softness of her jugs. What his mouth couldn't contain, his hands did. Sucking and kneading her tits, he seemed like a kitten with a ball of yarn.

As he filled his mouth with hard nipple and supple tit-flesh, Dave was amazed at the way his mother was reacting. She had wrapped her arms around his head, pulling his face into her tit. At the same time, she was rolling slightly from side to side and moaning. The thought that he was causing his own mother such ecstasy filled the boy with pride.

Dave's face roamed over the mountains of his mother's chest, exploring like a miner, staking claims here and there with his mouth and tongue.

"Harder," Jean moaned. "That's it. Suck me hard."

While he sucked, Dave's hand went to one of his mother's exposed thighs. As he dragged his fingers along the smooth skin of the inner thigh, he was almost consumed with passion. The heat from his mother's cunt was giving him a preview of the glory to be found there.

By the time his fingers met his mother's cunt, Dave was moving his captured prick against her side. He had never been so horny, and he knew he was in danger of spilling his load in his jeans. But he couldn't help it.

Fortunately, Jean had a slightly cooler head. She knew that he could waste an orgasm. Neither of them wanted to remove the fingers that were pressing Jean's damp mound under her panties, but she had to get that kid's cock out of his pants.

"Wait, Dave," she said. "Get undressed."

Dave did as his mother said. Even though it took a lot of will power to pull his hand from her crotch, the thought of being naked in her embrace was enough to make him obey.

He stood at the side of the bed undressing. His mother lay on the bed and unfastened her skirt. Then she lifted her ass and pulled the skirt down.

Dave hated to miss the second of sight that his jersey interrupted as he pulled it off his head. But when he saw his mother again, she was tugging off her underpants.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Jean asked.

"God, yes," he said without taking his eyes from her emerging cunt.

As Jean kicked her panties off her feet, she gave Dave a good view of her crotch. He could see her vertical smile through the curly hairs surrounding it. The lips were spread and they looked wet.

By that time, Dave's huge cock was sticking out, pointing at Jean and nodding its head. Dave noticed how his mother stared at the prong.

But when she began slipping off the bed, Dave really got a thrill. Somehow he knew what she was after. And the idea of giving it to her was spectacular.

Dave watched his mother sink to her knees before him. Her face was inches from his jerking prick. With his eyes bulging and his jaw quivering, Dave saw his mother lift her hands to embrace his stiff and bucking cock.

When her slender fingers took the bone in a tender grip, Dave's knees almost buckled. But he stood trembling, waiting for the inevitable ecstasy of a motherly blowjob.

"Such a lovely prick," Jean cooed as her fingers played along the thick shaft.

Then she lifted his balls in her palm. Next, she leaned forward and pressed the swollen head of the cock to her cheek. With eyes closed, Jean stroked her son's cock all over her face.

"It's so big and strong," she whispered. "So hard, so beautiful."

Then Jean faced the twitching tool. Dave saw her tongue flash, and he felt the hot wipe of her tongue on his taut prick-knob.

"Oh, Mom!" he gasped. "God!"

Jean licked the prick, gingerly at first, then more hungrily. Her face moved in circles as her tongue traveled all around the fat head. Then she measured the length of the missile by running her tongue from pee-slot to balls.

By that time, Dave was shivering with overwhelming passion. But the best was yet to come, he knew.

And it didn't take long. His mother opened her mouth and took his cock into it. She had to open wide to accommodate such a fat prick, but that was no problem. Dave thought the sight of his mother's face with his prick sticking into it was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen.

"M-m-m-m," Jean hummed on the cock in her mouth.

Dave threw his head back in a rush of ecstasy. The feeling of his mother's hot and talented mouth around his prick was more than he expected.

It was like having his cock held in the best possible way. Not only did it feel outrageously sensational to have her tongue wiggling under the head of his prick and her teeth biting into it, but the thought of this kinky treat almost was too much to bear.

"I never felt anything so good," Dave said.

With one hand on her son's ass and the other caressing his balls, Jean began moving her head slightly back and forth. That caused Dave's prick to slide over her tongue and through her lips and teeth. And her tongue began moving around the head.

When Jean moved her face forward, his cock would reach to the back of her throat. Dave could see his mother's nose getting closer to his pubic hair with every thrust of her face as she swallowed him deeper each time.

"Og, uh-h, oh," Jean grunted as the huge muscle gagged her.

Dave knew that his mother was putting everything she had into sucking him. And he loved her for it.

But Jean was being careful. She didn't want to bring the boy off in her mouth. After all, her cunt was still crying out for the bulk of his prick to fill it.

Dave was trying to concentrate on the thousand individual pleasures of getting sucked. His mother's hands and tongue and throat and teeth each added its own thrill. But his ecstasy was so great that the pleasure melted into a pool of passion into which he was sinking.

He stood there, transfixed in frozen lust, while his mother did her magic. When he felt her finger lips entering the crack of his ass and when his prick began sliding right down her throat, his lust increased without his actually knowing what was happening.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h. Ah-h-h-h," Dave moaned as if in a delirium.