Brian Laver - Mother_s new lover

Mr. Clark looked up from his desk at the big titted woman across from him.

"I suppose you know why you were called for this meeting," the high school principal said.

"No, I don't," Jean Francis said. "Dave told me you wanted to talk to both of us, but he didn't say why."

Dave looked, down at the floor. He wasn't worried; he knew his mother would understand. Still, though, he hadn't been able to tell her what he'd done.

"Well," Mr. Clark began solemnly. "It seems Dave and a few of his friends were caught peeking into the girls' locker room."

Dave could feel his mother's eyes on him. Big deal, he thought. So he had wanted to see some naked girls. There was no reason to make a federal case out of it.

"They climbed up on the roof of the athletic office so they could see through the window. Now that was bad enough," Mr. Clark was saying. "But to invade the girls' privacy is quite another matter."

Ho hum, Dave thought to himself. Who cares. The old creep is probably getting off by telling her about it.

"Well, I'll make sure that he never does it again," Jean said. "We're going to have a talk when we get home."

Mr. Clark went on in the usual way for a while, talking about discipline and decorum. Dave kept his eyes on the floor.

Finally, they were free to go.

"I'm sorry we had to call you in," Mr. Clark said to Jean before they left. "But this is a serious matter."

"Of course," Jean said as she and Dave turned to go.

On the way out to the car, Dave felt slightly humiliated. He didn't want his mother to know how horny he was. But as a typical young kid who never had been fucked, horniness was the driving force of his life.

"Dave, really," Jean said to her son when they were in the car. "What ever made you do it?"

Dave just shrugged his shoulders if his mother didn't know, he wasn't going to tell her.

"Were you really that eager to see naked girls?" she asked.

"Well, you don't see naked girls every day." Dave said.

"No, I guess you don't. Look, Dave, I know that a boy your age has certain, ah, difficulties," Jean said. "But getting in trouble will just give you a bad reputation. And that will only make things worse. No girl is going to want to have anything to do with a peeping Tom."

But his mother's words only made Dave's prick stiff again. He hoped she would keep talking. This conversation was the most exciting thing that happened to him since he had peeked into that locker room the day before.

Then Dave heard his mother giggle. Surprised, he turned to look at her for the first time since they left the principal's office. Her heavy tits bounced slightly as she laughed. But what was so funny?

"I remember when I was in high school," Jean said. "We used to peek at the boys in the pool. We would look under the door that separated our locker room from the pool. We could only see the boys up to their chest. But we got to recognize them by their…"

Jean was suddenly quiet. Dave felt his face burning with excitement.

"Well, anyway, we never got caught," Jean said.

Then Jean and Dave both laughed.

Dave was glad that his mother took the whole thing so well. But gladness wasn't the only thing he was feeling. As he looked at the profile of his mother's tits, he remembered a set of naked jugs that he'd seen through that locker room window.

He would never forget the sight of those girls cavorting around naked. Mary, one of the sexiest chicks in school, had come out of the shower with her huge tits sticking out and her furry muff glistening with water. And Joyce bent over to pick up a sneaker, showing Dave how her tits could sag low from her chest. The cunts and asses and tits the boys had seen were burned into their memories forever.

And now Dave couldn't help thinking that his own mother would look just as sexy if she were naked. His prick was stiff all the way home.

As soon as they got home Dave went to his room. Although he'd jerked off a half dozen times since peeking into that window, he was still in a frenzy.

He stripped and lay on his bed. Then, bringing the scene he'd seen in the locker room to mind, he grabbed his prick and began stroking.

Than was just about to start dinner. She went to ask her son what he would like to eat, but before knocking on his door, she heard a sound that made her hesitate.

Putting her ear close to the door, she heard a rhythmic creaking of bedsprings. The sound excited and gladdened her. She knew the boy was jerking off and that excited her. But his horniness reminded her of her own sad condition.

Jean had been widowed when Dave was a toddler. Ever since then she had to depend on an occasional date and her own flag on for sexual relief.

As she listened the imagined the sight of her son stroking his pricks Jean's excitement grew until it dominated her. She surprised herself when she sank to her knees and put her eye to the keyhole.

She knew she was behaving just as her horny son had the day before. But she didn't care. When her sexual appetite was aroused she had to feed it.

Peering through the keyhole, Jean had a view of the foot of her son's bed. There his feet could be seen. They were rocking slightly. The rest was left to her imagination.

Jean's excitement rose quickly. Before long, she pulled her skirt up around her waist and crammed her hand into her panties. Her cunt was soaking with slippery juice as she wrapped her hand around the mound of plump flesh.

She began panting in heat. Her middle finger curled into the lips of her cunt. Keeping her eye on boy's bouncing feet, she slipped her finger right up her flowing pussy.

"Huh-h-h-h," she gasped as her lust took over.

She tried to keep her sounds of lust quiet. After all, what sort of example would she be to her son if he caught her jerking off while peeking through his keyhole?

As Jean wiggled her finger high up her soaking cunt she wished she could see mote of her son's body. Watching his feet wag was exciting, but seeing his cock with his fist wrapped around it would really be a treat.

But she had to settle for what she would get.

With one hand still in her pants, she fished her left tit out of her blouse. After squeezing that heavy globe she pushed it up toward her face, leaning on the wall near the door, she lowered her face and sucked the hard nipple into her mouth.

In that kinky position, Jean climbed, toward a climax. Jerking off had become a way of life for her. But this was the first time she had peeked through her son's keyhole.

As she neared her ecstatic peak she began shaking so violently she was afraid she might topple over. If that happened she would give away her position to the masturbating boy. She had to get to the privacy of her own room so she could come like she loved to – with frantic shaking and desperate moans.

With her hand, still crammed into her pants and her finger up her cunt Jean got up. In a crouch, she scuffled to her own room.

As she entered her bedroom, she caught sight of herself in the mirror above her dresser. The sight amazed her. She was hunched over, her legs were spread and her knees bent. Her skirt was draped over her wrist as she kept fingering her pussy. A white tit hung out of her blouse, its pink nipple gathered into a knot of flesh.

It was a strange, but exciting, sight. She remained crouching where she could watch herself once again she began sucking her tit.

Jean's body bobbed up and down on her bent legs as she kept fucking herself with a strong middle finger. Her tongue moved in circles around the nipple in her mouth. And as she watched her obscene posture in the minor, she kept an imaginary picture of her son in mind.

Although her hand was cramped inside her underpants and pantyhose, she managed to get another finger up her drooling cunt and place her thumb on her cunt. With her cunt handled like that she could bring herself off easily.