Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

but tight, tunnel.

Jim gasped along with the two fuckers when he saw Bill's hips sink toward his mother. Now, as Bill began to pump into Peg's cunt, Jim began stroking his own prick. He kept the rhythm of their thrusts, imagining that pussy-sleeve sliding over his cock rather than Bill's.

Peg, who'd been lapped into near orgasmic insanity, was crashing her hips against Bill's with all her might.

"Eeeya-a-a-a!" Peg screamed.

Her hips began pumping rapidly and she flailed her arms and legs around as if she were drowning Bill lifted his body and pumped his joint into her from a slightly different angle. Jim could see the man begin to quiver and shake as he grunted in the throes of his climax. Then he collapsed on Peg and they laid there, their bodies giving a residual twitch every once in a while.

Jim had shot his gism on the dining room rug, and had shoved his shrinking cock back into his pants. He slipped into the kitchen and sat down. He had to think about what was going on to see if he should be happy or sad.

He would like to have a father like the other guys had, and Bill was a great guy. But it would probably mean that he would lose his lover, Peg. He thought that his mom would like to get married

again: he didn't want to think only about himself.

Jim, heard his mother and Bill talking again, but he didn't want to hear what they said. He was tired of peeping and spying. He slipped out of the house and crawled into the back seat of his mom's car. He just kay there with the strange events of his life going through his mind, He heard Bill leave before long. But he didn't want to go in yet. He didn't want to talk to his mother, and she very likely wouldn't want to see him just then. He stayed in the car and feel asleep. When he woke, it was almost light out, and he went in to bed.

Now Peg was in more of a quandary than ever. It was a great relief to know and be able to face the truth about Clark, but she had her own secrets now. How could she tell Bill about her relationship with her son, and her new taste for her own sex? She didn't intend to give up cunt-sucking.

The thought of having a man again appealed to her, although now that her son was fulfilling her sexual needs, that was less important. But she loved Bill. She always had and now there was no reason to hide from him.

The only thing to do was go to Bill and tell him

everything. Then, if he didn't want her, she would still have Jim. And she would make it clear to him that if he did want her, he would have to take her as he found her-an incestuous lesbian. She decided to go to him that night.

She couldn't remember ever being so nervous as she was when she drove to Bill's apartment. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands trembled so violently that she could hardly steer the car. She parked in front of his building and forced herself to get out of the car immediately, before she lost her nerve. As she rode the elevator up to his floor, she had to lean against the wall to steady herself.

"Peg, honey," he said, "I'm so glad you came so soon.

She had told him she would be over to tell him how she felt about the whole business, but she knew that he didn't expect to hear what she was about to tell him.

"You have to hear a few things, Bill," she said. "Things that you might not like."

She saw his face darken. He asked her if she wanted a drink and she said she did. It would be a good idea to sit down and have a drink and pull herself together before laying her perversions out for Bill to see. They sat across from each other in two easy chairs and sipped their drinks.

Finally, Peg said.

"Bill if we're going to get together in any way there an a few things you have to know about."

He stared at her and she felt that it was going to be difficult for her to tell this man, who had chased her husband away for being perverted, that she was perverted too.

"I…I've done things that you should know about," she said.

Bill looked puzzled and worried. Peg took a deep breath and continued.

"You know, it hasn't been easy living without a man all these years, and I've had to get my satisfaction where I could."

"Peg" Bill interrupted. "I don't expect you to be a saint. We're all human."

"But you don't understand, Bill," she blurted. "I've been sleeping with Jim. I've been fucking my own son."

She trembled. Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair so hard her knuckles were white, and her face showed the tremendous strain of her confession. Bill looked at her without a trace of expression on his face.

"Is that all?" he asked. "You act as if that's some sort of crime. Well, I guess it is, but, well you know what I mean. This is the twentieth century. It's no big deal."

Peg couldn't believe that he took the news so calmly. She wasn't sure he understood her.

"I'm a lesbian, too," she said

"Well you're not only a lesbian. You like to fuck men, too, obviously. I like a woman who swings both ways."

Peg was floored. The best she'd hoped for would be his forgiveness and a chance to explain how she'd gotten into those practices, but he seemed to think it was all perfectly fine.

"But you made Clark leave town for being a pervert," she said.

"No I didn't. Not for being a pervert, Peg. For being a blackmailer and a sadist." Bill stood and began walking around the room with his drink in his hand. He was wearing a sport coat and shirt, no tie and his shirt was opened halfway down his chest. He looked so handsome that Peg could hardly restrain herself from running into his arms, but this had to be straightened out first.

"Look, Peg, don't get me wrong. I'm not a goodie-goodie, or a moralist. Clark and I got interested in certain things while we were roommates at college. We fucked a lot of women, and then began getting into some pretty kinky things." He glanced at her to see if she understood. "We had a few orgies, we fucked lesbians and watched them doing some weird things with each

other. It was fun, but no one got hurt. Do you understand?"

Peg nodded her head. She had gotten slot of shocks lately, but she didn't seem to be getting used to them. She had to concentrate very bbd to understand.

"Welt" Bill continued. "When we came home and Clark married you, I thought that stuff was behind us. But I found that it was a habit lint wasn't easy to break. I kept looking for kinky pleasures, and so did Clark. But we went our own ways. I couldn't keep doing those things with Clark any more because he was married to you, and I was so jealous that it spoiled everything. But that's not the only reason. Clark seemed to lose control of himself, like I told you, he began blackmailing women and forcing them to do things that they wouldn't ordinarily do."

Bill walked over to her and knelt don. "I never asked anyone to do anything that they didn't want to do, Peg. And I'm sure you never did either.'

Peg understood what he was saying. No, she had never done anything that hurt anyone. There was only pleasure for everyone involved in her perversions.

"Then do you still…" She couldn't finish the sentence.

"I fuck a lot of women, Peg and sometimes I

fuck a few at a time, And sometimes I have a few chicks making it and I just watch or take pictures and jerk off I do all those things, Peg, but I've

never hurt a soul."

Peg felt a happiness welling up in her. It took a while for her to comprehend all the strange, new information, but it was beginning to look like she and Bill could get together and share their perverted delights. They could have their pussy and eat it too.

"Oh, Bill," she cried suddenly, and threw herself into his waiting arms:

The guilt and secrecy that had been weighing her down began to subside. They kissed and squeezed their bodies together so tightly that they couldn't breathe.