Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

There must be a way to tap the tremendous horniness that she knew her son lived with. She thought she could trap him into seducing her. The idea of feeling his lips on hers and his hands exploring her body gave Peg the energy to set up a trap for the innocent boy.

Jim had been taking every opportunity he

had to catch a peek at his mom, and it seemed easier all the time. In fact, sometimes it seemed that he would get peeks even if he weren't trying, and that seemed strange. She was leaving her door open and wearing very revealing things around the house. If he wasn't insane with Just for the woman, Jim might have figured out that she was showing him everything she had for a reason. But, although he would have given ten years of his life for a chance to fuck her, he knew that fucking her could only happen in his dreams.

One evening something happened that should have tipped the boy off, but in his innocence, he remained perplexed. He went upstairs after dinner and saw that his mother's door was open, and making the usual wide curve around the corner of the hall that would take him close to that door, be looked in and saw his mother standing in front of her mirror, and she was completely nude.

He stared at her ass, burning those round and heavy cheeks into his memory, but he couldn't stop without having her see him there. He went into his room and stood there panting and sweating. Could his mother be getting so old that she was forgetting to close her door? he wondered. Whatever the reason for her recent carelessness, he had to get back to get another look, and he didn't want to just pass by again. From the bathroom, her

room could be seen, so he decided to try that.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Jim left his room and walked to the bathroom. Before going in he peered into, her room again. Now lit saw a similar scene, but his mother was standing there with her tits in her hands and was moving them around and making strange sounds like a crying baby.

Jim went into the bathroom and closed the door, but not all the way. His heart was pounding and his prick was stiff as he leaned on the sink for support. What could the woman be up to? he asked himself. Hoping for the best, he peeked into her bedroom again.

He could see into his mother's room, but he couldn't quite see her. Then she came into view. She wasn't holding her tit any longer, but she was looking toward the bathroom. Jim didn't know what to do. He didn't know if she could see that the light wasn't on, or if she could see him peeking out. He jumped away from the door, then moved toward it and looked out again.

Peg was standing in her room, still completely nude, and looking toward the bathroom. Ordinarily, Jim would be so engrossed with her body that he wouldn't even notice her expression, but this was so strange that he had to try and tell what she was thinking. She stood there with her

hands on her hips and a disappointed look on her face.

He saw her tits rise as she sighed and dropped her hands limply from her hips. Then she walked away, out of sight. He kept watching, but she didn't reappear. Jim didn't know if he was more horny than puzzled or vice versa. Anyhow, he had to do something about the way his cock was jerking painfully in his pants. He shut the door tight, turned on the light and pulled his pants down.

Now as he grabbed his prick and began stroking, he brought the picture of his mother that he had memorized back to his mind. He could still see her bulging tits and he could tell how heavy they were by the way they sagged slightly. As his hand moved back and forth on his tong prick, he thought about the way her pussy looked tucked under her belly, and he imagined what it would be like to press his face into the hair.

His gism was flying across the room as he recalled the smell of her undies and the sight of her cunt. It was a great climax; the bathroom was a mess, but jerking oil didn't seem to reduce his lust at all. Rather, it seemed to make him all the more eager to have what he thought be never could.

When he went back to his room, he was almost afraid to look through his mother's open door, but,

of course, he did. She was lying in bed, her face turned away from the door and the covers hiding her nakedness. Jim went to his room and lay down on his bed.

Peg had been escalating her lewdness, and she thought that standing there naked would make the boy take notice, and when he went into the bathroom she just couldn't believe that he didn't see her standing there holding her tits. When the bathroom door closed, she felt her heart sink.

The boy didn't seem interested in her and she figured that she had been foolish thinking he would be. He probably was getting everything she could give him from some young sex-pot from school. She'd been silly to think that a young boy like him would be interested in an old bag like her. She would have laughed at her silliness if she weren't so heartbroken.

She was on the verge of team, but the hope she had until a few minutes earlier had left her horny. She had hoped to have Jim in her bed with her by then, but now she was reaching for her own cunt again. But even her sadness couldn't extinguish her passion, and she would have to find satisfaction in the same old way.

Peg positioned herself so she could slip her fingers into her cunt. The lips spread to admit her finger onto her hard clit. As usual, she began

rubbing slowly and gently, then increased in speed and pressure. She almost forgot her depression as the lovely sensations of carnal pleasure began.

Her hips moved back and forth as she moved her linger rhythmically over the love bud. Gradually the pleasure made every other emotion wash away in flowing pussy juice. She forgot her son, her horniness, and everything else. She would keep rubbing slowly and gently and make the pleasure last as long as she could. Sometimes it would go on for almost an hour before her orgasm came crashing down on her.

In his room, Jim had fallen into a semi-slumber after his masturbation. His head was filled with dreams of his mother. Suddenly, he lifted his head and his eyes snapped open. There was something wrong with his mother! Yes, he was sure of it: those moans couldn't be coming from anyone else.

As he sprang out of bed, he wondered what the trouble could be. Maybe she had eaten something that had made her sick. He saw that her light was still on and as he entered her room he saw her lying in bed like she had been when he left the bathroom, but now she was writhing in what he thought was pain.

"Mom!" he yelled. "What's wrong?"

Peg opened her eyes, startled. There was Jim

standing at her bed, looking desperate. In her condition, there was no question why he was there.

"Oh. Jim," she said and held her arms out to him.

The boy began to realize that she wasn't sick after all, but he was still confused. All he knew was that the woman he'd been longing for was reaching out to him from her bed where she lay naked. It didn't take him long to get die message.

He threw himself on top of her and Peg caught him in a strong embrace. She found his mouth with hers and pressed a hot kiss on his lips. It took Jim a few seconds to realize what was happening and to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

He let his mother slip her tongue into his mouth and when he tasted her luscious saliva, he became entranced. He felt her huge tits spread hotly over his chest and her sweet smell permeated his head. Her body filled his arms with warm, writhing softness. The boy was in heaven.

As she kissed him, she began unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn't easy to do in her frenzied condition. Jim grabbed at the copious tit-flesh that was squeezed between them. When Peg felt the boy grabbing her tit, she eased her embrace so he could get at one of those jellied globes. His fingers were roughly pressing into the jug, but Peg didn't mind his lack of finesse; this was the kid