Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

Peg knew that Bill was right. She had kept that knowledge hidden, and it hadn't been easy. She had to ignore, a lot, like the way slit had been treated. like a outcast by everybody who knew that she was Clark's wife. After that woman hung herself, the scandal broke wide open. Bill was the only one who had stuck by her, and she had turned him away.

"And here's something you didn't know. I told Clark to leave. I told him that if he didn't I would tell everyone what I saw in his office that night. And I did it for you."

Peg couldn't take it all in at once. Bill sat down

and let her he there on the rug. He knew she had to have time to absorb the truth, but he didn't know if that's what she was doing, or if she was pushing it back into the dark corners of her mind where it would be forgotten again. He wanted her more than anything in the world, but he knew that he couldn't have her unless she accepted the truth about her husband. Now she had the truth-all of it. Bill waited to see what would happen.

Peg lay still for a long time. Bill waited to see what she would do. If she still denied what her husband had been, it would be all over for Bill. He decided that he would leave town forever rather than spend another eighteen years longing for a woman who couldn't be his.

Finally, Peg sat up and Bill's heart skipped a beat. He leaned forward in his chair, waiting for her to say something.

"Bill," she said, "I've been living a lie for years. I don't know why. I guess I'm just not strong enough to face the truth."

Bill eased down to the floor beside her and took her in his arms.

"You don't have to be strong. I'll be strong for both of us," he said.

They kissed like lovers who had been separated for a lifetime, and that's what they were. They were both so happy that they couldn't even begin

to talk about it. Bill felt her teal-s on his face as they kissed.

Peg could see her life as it really was. Her lust for her son made sense now too. She was trying to have her husband back without his perversion. And she had succeeded; Jim was like his father in the best ways. She had to combine the good of her being with the good that was in Clark to produce a boy like Jim. But now that she knew the truth; now that she wasn't hiding any longer, would she still need Jim to satisfy her lust? Or would she be able to accept Bill now that he didn't represent a threat to her illusions? She didn't know, but she knew what she wanted at that moment.

Bill lifted her and carried her to the couch where they embraced for a long time. Gradually, her tears dried up and were replaced by passion. Bill was ready to give her what she wanted.

When Jim had walked up the driveway and heard his mother scream, he ran into the house, but before he ran into the living room, Bill's words stopped him. Listening from the kitchen, he got the whole story. He had always sensed that there had been something bidden, something under the surface about his missing father, and now he knew

why.

He took the news well. After all, held never known the man. But he was worried about the outcome of the situation. Obviously, there was going to be a change in his mother. And he felt jealous of Bill. Now he crept into the dining room, and under cover of the dim light, he could see into the living room without being seen himself.

He saw Bill and his mother on the couch and Bill was in the position he'd been looking forward to being in. He was kissing Peg and had one hand on her swelling tits. Despite his jealousy, he felt his prick straightening and pressing against his pants.

"Fuck me, Bill," Peg said. "Fuck me like you fucked me before."

Her words stung Jim's ears, but made his prick continue to swell. It was funny, he thought, how even though he was jealous and scared that he might not get a chance to fuck his mother again, his prick was still hard and he was looking forward with eager lust to seeing this guy stick it to his mom.

Bill kissed his way down Peg's neck as he unbuttoned her blouse. As he spread the blouse open, he covered the newly revealed skin with his lips and tongue. Jim could see his mother gyrating just as he had felt her doing so under his own body. He watched as Bill bared her tits and

noticed that they looked even bigger from where he was than they had when he was on top of her.

Jim couldn't blame his mother for wanting to fuck Bill when he saw how he handled those tits of hers. His hands moved slowly and carefully over the massive white globes, but at the same time there was an urgentness about the way he grabbed the soft flesh. Bill went down to her jugs and kissed the nipples one after the other. Jim's mouth watered like it did when be sucked those melons.

"Oh, Bill. Bill. That feels good. So good."

Jim didn't think his mother had ever sounded so excited when he played with her tits, but he didn't have the experience that this older guy had. He made mental notes on Bill's technique as he watched in hot passion.

Bill's face disappeared between the tits. Then Bill kissed his way up one tit farthest from Jim. Peg was thrashing her legs around and her dress was creeping up her legs. Jim realized that there were pleasures as great as fucking: namely, watching his mother's body come into view from a hiding place in the next room. He remembered how thrilling it used to be when he peeked at her before they began Cracking.

Bill continued unbuttoning Peg's dress and she wiggled out of it. As Bill stood up to undress, Peg

pulled her panties off and lay there writhing with need. Bill pulled his clothes off quickly and Jim could see the man's urgent passion in his rush to undress. Jim saw that Bill's prick was no match for his own, and that made him feel a little better.

Peg was reaching out desperately for Bill and he lay down on top of her. Jim could see his mother's huge knockers being squeezed out from between their bodies, and he imagined that he could feel them against his own chest.

The boy watched his mother wrap her legs around Bill just as she had wrapped them around him so often. Her hands were clutching at Bill's back and running through his hair. It was interesting for Jim to watch all of his mother's familiar moves from a distance. And he saw that Bill made love totally differently than he. Jim realized that he attacked his mother's body with starving, teenage greed, but Bill, even in his present lust, was handling her smoothly and with finesse.

Bill moved down Peg's body and sucked her tits, and made his prick available for Peg to grab, which she did. Jim unzipped and pulled his prick out and handled it just like his mother was handling Bill's: with gentle tickling along the shaft and squeezes to the swollen head. With his other hand, he held his balls like his mother was fond of doing Bill proceeded down Peg's body until he was eye level

to cunt with her. Peg lifted one leg to the top of the couch's back, and let the other sprawl out to the floor. In that position, her crotch was spread wide. Jim could see her pubic hair curving over that gorgeous curve of her cuntal mound, and he saw Bill press his face into it.

Jim's imagination provided him with a whiff of his mother's twat, and his juices began to churn in his balls. He would have to take it easy or come a lot sooner than the two lovers he was watching. He stopped running his fingers along his prick and just held the jerking bat tight.

Bill's head bobbed up and down with his lapping job, but Jim thought it was more exciting to watch his mother's face.. Her head was turned toward him and he saw how her features were twisted in passion. Her mouth was opened and he began to be aware of her moans, barely audible, but getting gradually louder.

"Get in," Peg cried in a wavering, desperate voice. "Fuck me. Now, Bill, now!"

Jim had the satisfaction of knowing that his mother didn't sound any more passion-struck than she did when she yelled for his cock. Bill lifted his face from her crotch and he climbed over Peg's body. One of Bill's hands along with one of Peg's slipped between their crotches, and Bill moved his hips around, then pushed his cock up the slippery