Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

His cock felt like it was a burning torch and the

pleasure was not only better, but different, than when he jerked off. He felt his prick explode with searing gism in Mrs. Nerdak's cunt. Now, every stroke sent a flash of ecstasy through him as his cock kept spitting the hot cream into her. If he could have watched himself fucking her, he would have seen that his thrusts sent her body shaking so her tits quivered without rest.

He finally stopped coming and he stopped ramming his rod into hen Like the others, he let himself fall back and made himself comfortable on the floor. He watched the woman slowly stop gyrating her hips when she realized there weren't any more pricks coming her way.

"Ooohhh, I love parties," she said as her big body came to rest. Now that the guys had all left their loads in her pussy, they were eager to get out of there and talk about that weird scene. Chuck was already getting his pants on, and the others were soon pulling their clothes on.

"Thanks a lot, Mrs. Nerdak," Jim said as he was buttoning up.

"Yeah, thanks," the others repeated.

She finally sat up. "Come back any time, fellows," she said. "Next time I'll get out some of my old costumes and we'll have a real show."

As the boys left, they all took a last look at the woman who had taken their virginity. She wasn't

their idea of a hot chick, but they would never forget her.

They walked down the street without saying a word, but Chuck finally broke the silence.

"Let's go back tomorrow. She's a nice lady," he said.

Peg received a call from Bill almost every day, but she refused him every time just like she always had. Her thoughts were leaning toward her son again. She would watch him playing basketball in the yard, and the sight of his youthful body moving gracefully around with the ball would make her so horny that several times she jerked off at the window as she watched.

The idea of seducing the lad obsessed her, but she knew that it would be wrong so she fought her impulse. But every time he walked pest her with his long legs striding and his shoulders swaying, her cunt would get wet and she felt the same old longing tear at her guts. His body reminded her so much of Clark's, and Clark had been able to fuck her like no one had since.

When she went to bed, Peg lay there thinking

about Jim and Clark. She would get them mixed tip in her sexual fantasies as she would slip her hand into her crotch and rub herself off. She knew that she couldn't go on that way much longer. Something would have to give.

Peg heard about a sex therapist from a girl friend and she thought she'd better give it a try before she did something she might regret. She had never gone to a shrink of any sort before so she was nervous about baring her perverted soul to a stranger. But she didn't see any way out of it.

When the day of her appointment came, she almost called the shrink to cancel the appointment, but she knew that if she did, she would have to rape her son, and she didn't think she should do that. So she drove downtown to the therapist's office. As she walked in she couldn't keep from shivering with fright. What would they do to a mother who wanted to fuck her own son? she wondered.

The receptionist asked her her name, then told her to have a seat; She flipped through old magazines but was too nervous to read anything. Every time she heard a footstep or a door open or close somewhere, she looked up. Finally, she saw a woman come out of an inner office followed by a man in a flashy sport jacket.

"Good-bye until next week," he said to the

woman. "And remember, it's not poison."

Peg stared at the man as she wondered what he meant by his remark to the woman leaving. He was very short and wore his black hair long and combed over his forehead. He walked with a waddle and looked through thick glasses.

"Hello, my dear," he said to Peg. "You must be Peggie Williams." Peg stood said hello, and the therapist told her to follow him as he walked into his office. She sat in a very comfortable reclining chair and looked around his businesslike office.

"Well, what seems to be the trouble?" Dr. Arnold, the therapist, asked.

Peg shifted around in her chair as she gathered her courage to speak.

"I have this…" The phone rang before she could say another word and Dr. Arnold held up a finger to tell her to wait.

"Yes?" he said into the receiver. "She did? Well, did they catch her? No? Call her husband and tell him to be on the lookout for her." he hung up, then said, "Sorry about the interruption. Go on."

"Well, for the past month or so, I've had this almost irresistible urge…

A knock on the door stopped her from saying any more.

"Excuse me again, my dear," he said as he got up and answered the door.

His receptionist stood in the doorway, and a shrill voice came from the waiting room. The receptionist said that Mrs. Borden was there, and that she had a problem. The voice in the background was saying "I can't stand it another minute! I'm going to do it again! Yeowwww!"

Dr. Arnold told Peg he would be right back and went out. The receptionist Walked into the office and sat down heavily in Dr. Arnold's chair. She was a young and good-looking chick.

"It's pretty hectic around here, isn't it?" Peg said as she heard Dr. Arnold trying to calm the woman in the outer office.

"Yeah," the receptionist said. "He's a horse's ass anyhow."

Picking up a pencil from the table beside Dr. Arnold's chair, the receptionist pretended that it was a cigarette like the doctor was holding and said, "Well, what seems to be the trouble my dear?" in an amusing imitation of the doctor's voice. She even made her face look like his with the magnified eyes.

Peg was shocked by the woman's behavior, but she couldn't help laughing at her impersonation of her boss.

"Calls himself a sex therapist. Ha! You should see what he does for kicks." The receptionist rolled her eyes then, looking through the doorway to see

if her boss was coming, she bent down and pulled open a drawer in the table. Sticking in her hand, she pulled out a garter belt, then a brassiere and other lacy things. Quickly, she dropped them back in and closed the drawer. "And the things he makes me do after work," the woman continued in conspiratorial tones. "And you think you've got troubles."

Dr. Arnold appeared suddenly, but the receptionist didn't get up until he walked right over to her and asked her to get out of his chair. Then she got up slowly and reluctantly. As she left the office, she gave Peg a look that seemed to say good luck.

The door slammed, and the doctor repeated his original question, asking her what her problem was. Peg waited for a few seconds before answering. Not only was she waiting to see if there would be another interruption, but she was wondering whether she still wanted to confide in him after what the receptionist had said and showed her.

She looked up at him, and felt that she'd better say something, but he had a strange look in his eye, as if he were waiting for her to undress or something, and Peg decided that she wasn't going to tell her problem to this guy. But she had to say something.

"I have a foot fetish," she suddenly blurted.

Dr. Arnold stared at her. Then his whole face lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning.

"Oh! Well. Hey, hey, this is interesting," he said and began to squirm around in his seat. "Feet? Well, well."

He had begun to chuckle, and as Peg looked at him he began to laugh louder until his face was red and his little body was hopping up and down in his chair. Suddenly, he stopped laughing and asked her to tell him more.

Peg stood up and said, "On second thought, I think I made a mistake."

She opened the door and walked out. The doctor chased after her asking her to come back.