Brian Laver: Mother_s new lover

Jean lifted her mouth from Dave's prick, leaving it jerking desperately. Then Jean moved beside Karen, hugging and kissing her.

With his prick throbbing, Dave couldn't imagine a better sight, two lusty chicks in each other's arms. And their cunts were waiting for him.

But before filling either of those soaking slots, Dave looked them over. He made himself comfortable among the chicks' tangled legs. Putting a hand on each cunt, he studied the differences between them.

Both women spread their legs wider, letting Dave explore deeply into their pussies. And Dave loved having a finger in each of them.

"Fuck me," both chicks said at the same time.

They laughed at the coincidence.

"Fuck your mother first," Karen said. "I can wait."

"No, honey," Jean said. "Let Karen have your prick first. After all, she's our guest."

Although Dave had been doing a lot of fucking lately, he hadn't had two cunts handed to him like this before. He thought there must be a special way to take advantage of this wild situation.

"I can fuck you both," he said. "Just put your cunts together."

Jean and Karen looked at each other. The kid had a kinky idea, and they loved it. So Jean got on top of Karen as though she were going to fuck her. And as they kissed and crushed their tits together, Dave looked between their stacked-up crotches. Two cuntal mouths drooled in anticipation of his cock.

Dave crawled between their legs and brought his twitching tool to the cunts. He leaned on his mother's ass, and stuck his prick up her tunnel.

"Oh-h-h-h," Jean moaned into Karen's mouth as she felt her son filling her pussy.

But Dave didn't pump his prick into that familiar cuntal embrace. Rather, he let it lie there, then pulled it out. Then, lowering his hips slightly, he brought his prick to the cunt beneath. When he sank his cock in that pussy, he found that Karen's was a tight one. She squeezed his prick with the well-trained muscles in her snatch.

But Dave didn't pump his prick into that slot either.

He pulled it out, and put it back into his mother's cunt. Having his prick milked by one cunt after the other was a thrill he'd never had before.

Back and forth his prick moved. Into and out of one cunt, then the other. And each time he entered one of those pussies, a different voice let out a happy sound.

With a little practice, Dave was moving his prick quickly from cunt to cunt. He was fucking them both with a steady lunging, as though he were fucking only one. Of course the chicks were only getting half a fucking, but after having their cunts sucked, that was enough. Besides, they had the pleasure of their kissing and their tits mingling.

"Ah, ah, ah," Dave began grunting when his gism came to a boil.

He didn't want to interrupt his rhythm even though his first shot of gism was fired between plunges. And Karen felt that hot bullet hit her ass.

But the second shot was fired right into Karen's cunt. And she felt it and cried out in joy.

Dave gave each woman a fair share of his cum, even though he'd spilled a lot of it on their thighs and asses. Even when his prick had stopped firing, he kept it traveling between those cunts until it became too limp. Then he fell off the stack of asses.

The women kept kissing and rubbing their tits together though. Dave hadn't managed to give them another orgasm since he had to divide his fucking between them. But he wasn't worded. These lusty chicks could come any time they wanted.

And now they were ready to come again.

With Dave watching, they arranged themselves in a sixty-nine embrace. First they licked up the remains of Dave's orgasm. Then they put their tongues to work to give each other an orgasm.

By the time they finished moaning into each other's pussies, Dave was ready for more fucking. And so it went. It was hours before they got out of that bed.

Once again Dave had moved up the ladder of perverted experience.

Dave was sitting in the soda shop with Bob and Jim. They were talking, as usual, about chicks. Dave still hadn't told his friends about his fucking his mother. But now that his mother had brought Karen into their secret, he was wondering if he should.

But Dave had decided that he'd better ask his mother before he told his friends about them.

"The hand job that Barb gave me was great," Bob was saying. "But next time I think she'll…"

Bob had stopped talking suddenly. Dave and Jim looked at him and found him staring at something with bulging eyes. They spun around to see what had affected Bob so powerfully.

Dave was surprised to see his mother walking toward them. He was even more surprised to see how she was dressed. Of course she always dressed well and looked sexy. But Dave had never seen her looking like this.

Jean wore a broad smile. But it went almost unnoticed. Her tits showed clearly through a transparent blouse. The blouse wasn't buttoned. Its sides were tied together below her tits so it held them like a hammock. Her flat belly was bare. Her tight slacks were cut below her belly button.

"Hi, boys," Jean said as she wiggled up to them. They all said hello without taking their eyes from her huge tits.

"I thought it would be fun to have a cookout in the yard, Dave," Jean said. "And all you fellows are invited, too."

Dave immediately became suspicious. He never dreamed that his mother would want to fuck his friends, but he should have known better. And now there could be no doubt about what she was up to.

"So, see you all about five?" Jean said. "Don't be late."

The boys began muttering that they would be there and wouldn't be late. But the sight of this gorgeous woman still had them tongue-tied.

"Holy shit," Jim said. "I hope she wears that outfit at dinner."

"Yeah," Bob said. "God, what a sexy chick. Dave, I didn't know your mom was so beautiful. I've seen her a lot, but she never looked like that before."

"Well, I think it's a phase she's going through," Dave said.

For a long time, the conversation centered on Jean and her tits. Now Dave knew that it would be all right to tell his buddies about him and his mother. But he thought it would be more fun to let them be surprised. And they were going to be very surprised.

For the rest of the afternoon the guys hung around talking about fucking, chicks, and most of all, Jean. They couldn't wait until it was time to go over to Dave's.

"Why don't we go over to your place now?" Bob suggested. "We can shoot some baskets before dinner."

"You just want to ogle my mother's tits," Dave teased.

"Well, I can't say that I didn't like looking at them in the soda shop."

"Like looking at them?" Jim said. "Your eyeballs almost popped out."

"Yeah, and I suppose yours didn't?" Bob said. "Gee, Dave. How can you see that chick every day and not go out of your mind?" Jim asked.

"What do you mean?" Dave asked. "She's my mother, after all."

Jim shut up. But Dave could barely keep from laughing.

They went to Dave's early, but Jean wasn't there. They killed time by shooting baskets in the hoop Dave had on the garage. But their hearts weren't in it. Scarcely a basket was made. And the guys looked around expectantly every time a car was heard driving down the street.

Finally, Jean pulled into the driveway. She stopped the car well out of the way of the boys' basketball game. But she knew that the game was going to end when they saw her.

Climbing out of the car, Jean made sure her tits bounced playfully. But she hid them when she lifted the bags of groceries from the car.

"Here, let me help you with those," Bob said rushing to Jean.

"I'll help too," Jim said.

"Thanks," Jean said as she handed the bags over.

When the boys took the bags, Jean made sure her tits got in the way. And she loved the look on their faces as their fingers poked into her soft tits.