Brian Laver: Mother_s new lover

Dave didn't waste any time reaching for one of her tits. It surprised him to find out how he'd forgotten the size and firmness of them. But the only tits he'd handled lately had been his mother's. So holding Mary's huge jugs was as thrilling as it had been the first time.

"Let's lie down," Dave said.

Again Mary silently obeyed. Dave reached under her jersey for a handful of naked tit.

So far so good, he thought. But he wouldn't go any further until she was panting. And then he would continue only as long as she didn't try to limit him. Dave was determined to take his own advice.

For a long, leisurely time, Dave and Mary lay there, tasting each other's tongues. Gradually, she began to breathe harder. But Dave wasn't losing his head as he used to. It was only when she was covering his face with her hot breath that he lifted her jersey to suck her tits.

It was terrific to have a different pair of boobs to play with. Dave found that he could do entirely different things with these firmer tits than he could do with his mother's. For instance, he could kiss all wound them without lifting them off the ribs on which they reclined. And he could nuzzle his face between them and feel them on each of his ears.

When Mary was hot and writhing slightly, Dave thought he would move on. But he was going to be cool about it.

"Pull down your pants," he whispered. "I'll pull down mine."

He could have unfastened the girl's pants like he'd done last time. But he wanted her, to know that he wasn't fooling around.

Mary looked at him strangely. She hadn't expected him to say that. But Dave just smiled at her as he unbuckled his belt.

Dave had his cock out by the time Mary began unbuttoning her pants. But then she hurried to catch up. Remembering how she had resisted baring her cunt the last time, Dave couldn't help being optimistic.

Mary opened her pants, but didn't pull them down. She looked at Dave with sad eyes, as if to say, "I'd like to pull down my pants myself, but I'm a virgin and shy."

But Dave didn't mind giving her some help. He grabbed the top of her jeans and Mary lifted her ass from the bed. And her pants came down. And down they went until they were off her feet. After all, if she was going to get fucked, she would have to be able to spread her legs.

Mary lay with her legs closed, knees bent to one side. She covered her hairy mound with one hand, but not protectively, merely in modesty.

Dave snuggled closer, pressing his stiff and burning cock to her wide hip. Then he slipped his hand between her mound and her own hand.

As they kissed again, Dave pressed his fingers between her thighs. Mary let her legs sag opened, exposing her wet cunt to Dave's strong fingers.

"I've been thinking about since the last time," he said.

"I've been thinking about you, too, Dave. And I couldn't forget how your prick looked when the white stuff came out of it."

Dave realized that she was at least willing to jerk him off again. But he promised himself that he wouldn't settle for less than a genuine fuck. And if she didn't let him fuck her, he wasn't going to rub her off. Let her do that herself, he thought.

Dave slipped a finger into Mary's cunt. She gasped and spread her legs wider. He could tell immediately that her cunt was tighter than his mother's – and his mother's was pretty tight. It was going to be nice getting his prick in there!

"Hold my cock," he said softly.

Mary reached over and took the throbbing beast in her small hand.

"I love the way it twitches," she said. "It feels like it has a life of its own."

"It does," Dave said. "And a mind of its own, too."

Dave reached higher up Mary's cunt. Then he added another finger to the one already in there. Yes it was a tight pussy, all right. But it could hold his prick, Dave thought.

"Oh-h-h-h-h," Mary moaned. "That feels so good!"

Her hand began sliding the skin back and forth on Dave's prick. It wasn't easy for him to stop her. It felt terrific, but he didn't want to get suckered into a hand job again.

"Don't do that," Dave said. "It'll make me come. Just hold it, squeeze it, but don't jerk me off."

Dave saw Mary look at him from the corner of her eye. She was beginning to get the message.

And Dave was taking it easy on her cunt, too. He wasn't going to bring her off until his prick was pumping in her juicy snatch where his fingers now dallied.

He moved his fingers around inside her, exploring and enjoying the terrain. He also massaged the wiggly inner lips and tickled her asshole.

Dave was keeping track of Mary's passion. She was now breathing hard and her cunt was flowing freely. But her hips weren't writhing. Maybe he'd scared her by telling her not to jerk him off. Now she knew what he wanted.

Dave slid his finger through the slippery flesh of her cunt to her clit. He began massaging it gently. And Mary began responding.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h!" she gasped. "Dave, that's sooooo nice!"

Now her hips were moving. Dave felt her wiggling, then pumping her hips. And her breathing increased too. Her hand was still wrapped around his prick, but in her passion, she could only hold on.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Mary cried in an agonized voice. That was Dave's cue. She couldn't get much more excited without coming, he thought.

Dave took his hand from her cunt. And as he did, he saw the girl's eyes open wide. Did she know what was coming? She must have, Dave realized. Yet she hadn't stopped him.

He began to mount her. She looked up at him with a strange expression. Dave recognized the look of combined shock and lust. She knew she was going to get fucked, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"No, Dave. Don't!" she gasped.

Dave amazed himself with his next move. He rolled off her, sinking onto the bed beside her.

"But don't stop!" Mary cried. "Came on, Dave. Rub me off."

"No," he said. "That's kid stuff. If you want to fuck, I'd love to fuck you. But you'll have to rub yourself off if that's what you're into."

"Oh-h-h-h," Mary moaned.

Dave was in a fit of desperate passion himself. But even if he had to hobble home to his mother to relieve his aching nuts, he wouldn't rub this chick off – or let her jerk him off.

"Come on, Mary. You'll love it," Dave urged in a soft voice.

He saw the girl reach for her own cunt. It occurred to him that watching her jerk herself off would be fun. And if she didn't do it, he would have to ask his mother to do it for him sometime.

Mary's hand stopped before reaching her pussy, though. She was looking at the ceiling, her body writhing slightly.

"It'll be great for both of us," Dave said.

He had put his hand on the girl's thigh. But he refused to touch her cunt except with his prick.

"Okay," Mary said. "Fuck me. Hurry."

Dave smiled. But he didn't hurry. Slowly, he got into position between Mary's legs. She was looking into his face with passion now. Then, using all the skill his mother had taught him, Dave threaded his prick between the wet and eager lips of her cunt.

The expression on Mary's face as she felt his prick entering her would live forever in Dave's memory. He could not tell that she was surprised at the sensation. And at the same time, he could read a message of grateful delight on her pretty features.

"M-m-m-m-m!" she moaned desperately. "Oh, God!"

When his prick was sunk to the hilt in Mary's cunt, Dave let it lie there twitching. Her pussy was gripping it as though it had been waiting a long time for the chance.

Then, ever so slowly, Dave lifted his hips, sliding his cock out until its collar wore Mary's inner lips like a necktie. And Mary's face registered every bit of ecstasy that movement gave her.

Down went Dave's hips and his prick stuffed her again. And as it did, it squeezed a tone of pure bliss from her mouth.