Brian Laver: Mother_s new lover

"O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o," she gasped as her brain was drowned in sexual bliss.

As her orgasm exploded in her head, she dropped to one knee. Her tit got away from her and wobbled crazily. But she still had a grip on her cunt. Her fingers fucked her continually and her thumb drilled her cunt.

By the time her orgasm had run its course, Jean was lying on her side like a hit-and-run victim.

She lay there for a while with her hand still in her pants. This was something new, she realized. How had Dave's getting into trouble by peeking into the girls' locker room led her to this kinky behavior?

"Yeah, she was totally naked," Dave was saying to Phil. "Her tits were bouncing like basketballs. God, I'd love to get a hold of those knockers."

"So would I," Phil said. "I'd be satisfied to just see them."

Being caught peeking into the girls' locker room had made Dave and his buddies sort of heroes among their classmates. And Dave loved telling all his friends exactly what they'd seen.

Dave, Jim and Bob, the three convicted voyeurs, felt proud of themselves. But deep down they realized that what they had seen had just made them hungrier for what they really needed – to feel their cocks sinking into a cunt.

As Dave and Phil talked outside the cafeteria after lunch, Phil tried to imagine the sight Dave was describing. But his vision was interrupted.

"Here comes Mary now," Phil said.

Dave looked around. He hadn't seen Mary since she had stepped out of the shower naked. Now as she came toward them with her big tits hidden in her blouse, Dave felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him.

Although she was fully clothed as usual, Dave could still see her naked and dripping wet. It was almost too much to bear.

"Hi, Dave. Hi, Phil," Mary said as she stopped to chat.

"H-h-hi," Dave croaked.

"Hello," Phil said.

"Dave, are you going to Nancy's tonight?" Mary asked. "She said you might be there."

Dave was planning to go to Nancy's. But he didn't know that Mary would be there. Parties always provided an opportunity to grab a chick and do some necking.

"Y-yeah," Dave said.

He would have said more, but his throat was constricted. His mouth was dry and his cock throbbing. If he hadn't known what seeing this chick naked would do to him he might have passed up the chance.

"Well, I'll see you there," Mary said.

All Dave could do was make a strange face and nod. Mary walked away looking over her shoulder with a puzzled expression.

"Gee, I'm going to Nancy's too," Phil said. "Maybe I can get something from that chick. You really got me excited about her, Dave."

"Yeah, I feel the same way," Dave said.

"Well the next time you see her you'd better not get so tongue-tied. She probably thinks you're sick."

"God, all I could think of was how her tits looked," Dave said.

For the rest of the day Dave was in a nervous state of lust. He knew that if he played his cards right he could get Mary's tits into his hands. He might even be able to suck them. But if he didn't get somewhere with some chick, he was going to be hornier than ever.

That evening on the way to Nancy's, Dave was shaking in his shoes. He had made up his mind to try to get Mary's tits into his hands. And now that his mind was made up he would have to try.

On the way to the party, Dave ran into Bob, who was also on his way. They walked along together, talking about what they'd seen when peeking through the locker room window.

"I'm going to see if Mary'll neck with me," Dave said. "I just have to feel those tits of hers."

"I was thinking the same thing," said Bob. "But you go ahead. I'll try for Betty."

Dave remembered that Betty had been in the locker room too. He could still see her gorgeous body as she stood naked, drying herself.

By the time they got to Nancy's, Dave was shivering and as white as a ghost. But he was still determined to take a stab at Mary's tits.

After staying on the sidelines of the crowded party looking for Mary, Dave began to calm down. He thought she might not show up after all. Then he saw her. In an instant, his body tightened and sweat broke out on his brown.

But Dave was a determined guy. As soon as he spotted Mary he headed in her direction. Fighting his way through the crowd, he was oblivious to the tits and asses he bumped against on his way to her.

"Hi," he said when he finally reached the girl.

"Oh, hi," Mary said.

Dave was fighting to maintain control of himself. But it wasn't easy. Mary looked almost as good now as she had naked in the locker room. She was a short girl. Short and wide, with her tits protruding far out in front of her. Her hips were broad and her ass round. Dark eyes and hair added to her appeal.

Now that he'd said hello, Dave didn't know what to do. All he knew was that he had to grab those jugs that were inches away from his chest.

"I hear you got into trouble yesterday," she said. "Had to bring your mother to school, huh?"

Now Dave was in worse trouble. Just how much did she know? When he didn't say anything, Mary continued.

"I heard you were peeking in the girls' locker room after school," she said. "I was in there then. Did you see me?"

What was going on? Did she want him to admit he'd seen her so she could slug him? Dave wondered.

"Uh, well," he stammered.

"So you did see me," Mary said.

Dave grinned sheepishly. He couldn't understand why this girl was taking it so well.

"How did I look?" she asked still without a hint of anger.

"Terrific," Dave said with a sigh.

Dave wiped his wet forehead. This was it, he realized.

He reached for the girl's hand. When she didn't pull it away, the boy almost thought he would faint. Dave was getting more optimistic about his chances – a dangerous thing to do.

"Let's go somewhere less crowded," he said. Mary smiled at him and nodded. With a pounding heart, Dave led her toward the back of the house.

They slipped into an unoccupied bedroom. So far Mary hadn't said a word. Dave was so nervous he could have died. But the hope of feeling her tits kept him going. Who could tell? He might even get fucked.

When he closed the door there was just enough light to make out the girl standing beside him.

They embraced. Dave kissed Mary, slipping his tongue deeply into her mouth. He felt her huge tits press against his chest. The two pointy jugs seemed to send an electric current through him.

As they stood kissing, Dave began maneuvering toward the bed. He had slipped one hand down over Mary's firm ass. Though the heavy material of her jeans he could feel each firm cheek and the crack between.

He finally got the girl to sit at the edge of the bed. They continued reaming each other's mouths with their tongues. Dave had one hand on the girl's ass and the other on her side below one mammoth tit.

Then, ever so slowly, he brought his hand up until he felt the bottom of the tit where it began to flair outwards.

Dave froze. But when the girl didn't pull his hand away, he brought it higher. Then he had his fingers around the big knocker. The palm of his hand was pressing against it. He squeezed.

None of the chicks in his crowd wore bras, including Mary. All that separated his hand from her tit was the thin material of her jersey. And Dave could feel the living softness of her jug as his hand massaged and squeezed it.

"Dave, tell me what you thought when you saw me through the locker room window," Mary whispered.

"I thought you were beautiful," he said.

"What did you think about my body?"

"I thought I wanted to feel you, all over," Dave said breathlessly.

"I like the way you handle me," Mary said.

Dave's head was spinning with passion. He'd felt a few tits in his time, but none like this enormous one. And Mary's words were giving him courage.