Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

Being drunk and in the grip of sexual ecstasy at the same time proved to be too much. She wobbled and fell against the boy's dresser. She didn't make too much noise and she caught herself before she stumbled to the floor, but Jim was beginning to stir again, so Peg, with her hand still working her cunt, but her tit flopping loose out of her blouse, made a quick retreat.

She staggered through the hall to the bathroom, where, closing the door behind her, she sank to the

floor and finished masturbating. There on the floor, her climax peaked and began to drain away. When she was released from her fit of lust, she remained there, trying to catch her breath and realizing what she'd done.

That was the first time she'd done anything like that and it made her wonder what was getting into her. If she started lusting after her own son she would be getting herself into something that could bring her to the verge of perversion, and she never thought of herself as anything but normal.

Still lying on the bathroom floor, another thought occurred to her. The last she'd seen of Jim as she left his room, he had been stirring and it looked like he might be on the verge of opening his eyes. Peg could imagine what she looked like as she ran from his room and the thought made her shiver. Well, what did she expect if she were going to do things like that? From now on she would have to watch her step and stay away from the boy with her uncontrolled lust even if it meant no more drinking at home.

By and by, she managed to pick herself up and pull herself together. She pulled her hand from her soaking crotch and wiped the love-juice on a tissue. Now the alcohol was stealing her common sense. Downstairs the lights and TV were on, but she was too far gone to go back down there. She could

barely manage to pull her clothes off and crawl into bed. By the time her head hit the pillow, she was well oh her way to sleep.

When Jim woke the next morning he felt great. He lay between the warm sheets as the lingering memory of his dreams made his already-hard prick tingle. He stretched, then rolled over so his cock was pressed between his belly and the mattress. He had almost decided to jerk off when he noticed that his door was open. A cold feeling went through him as he tried to imagine how the door, which he had closed the night before, was opened during the night.

His prick shriveled and he slipped out of bed. As he pulled his pants on, he saw a glass with a small amount of fluid in it sitting on his dresser. He sniffed the glass and smelled whiskey.

It was clear that his mother came into his room, left the glass and didn't close the door when she left. He wondered why..

Peg was already sitting at the kitchen table when Jim came in with the glass. He hadn't thought about what to say, if anything, and hoped that his mother would explain. Peg saw the glass as an omen of trouble.

"Good morning," she said with as much casualness as she could. "There's some pancake batter in the bowl and the pan's still hot."

Jim put the glass in the sink, said good morning and began making some pancakes for himself. Peg knew that she'd better say something. The boy obviously knew that she'd been in his mom.

"Did I leave that glass in your room?" she asked. "Someone did," Jim said without expression. "Yeah, welt, you know last night was your father's and my anniversary and I had a few drinks to celebrate. Before I went to sleep, I looked in on you just like I used to when you were small.

Mothers get sentimental once in a while, you know."

Peg thought it was a good speech, but she could feel her face turning red. What if the boy saw her running from his room with her hand in her crotch?

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked.

"No," he said, but Peg could tell by his tone that he felt that his privacy had been invaded.

As they ate, Jim asked his mother to tell him about his father again. It was a familiar question, and she enjoyed telling him about the man who had disappeared forever when Jim was still an infant. She told him again about how they met when Peg was still in school and Clark was a lumberjack. Site told him about how they would go for long walks in the woods and about how they in away to get married.

Telling her son these familiar stories let her relax and forget-about the night before. Of course, she didn't tell him how his father had introduced her to fucking and had changed her life forever, or

how, on those long walks, they would stop several times and fuck until the woods rang with their cries of lust. She didn't mention the fact that his fattier had the biggest and hardest cock she had ever seen until the little episode in his room the night before.

After breakfast, and the stories about his father, Jim want back upstairs. It was Saturday, so he would hang around the house for a while and then go out to find the guys. He went into his room and jumped on the bed. Jim began thinking about his mother again. He still felt uneasy about her coming into his room like she had.

He knew that he had a hard-on in the morning when he woke up, and he wondered if he might have had one when she came in. The thought had a strange effect on the boy. First, he felt embarrassed, but then it began to seem exciting. Finally, he actually hoped that he did have a boner and that it showed through the covers.

Having these thoughts made his prick stiff, and he decided to jerk off before going out. He went to his closet and began pulling his secret stash of magazines out. As he flipped through them, his cock strained against his zipper until he let it out. As he looked down at the monstrous cock, his hope that it was hard and showing when his mother came into his room came back to him. He

knew that his cock was bigger than any of his buddies' and he didn't think his mother had seen many as big.

He grabbed his prick but didn't begin jerking it just yet. First, he wanted to study the pictures of naked women in the magazine until he was panting in desire. As he looked at the tits and asses and spread crotches, he began to think of his mother's body.

She we beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Her red hair and peen eyes made her stand out in any crowd. The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders in big curls, and the way it bounced when she walked, made men turn and look as she strolled down the street.

Jim hadn't seen her naked since before he was interested in girls, but now that he thought about the way she looked when she took him to the beach or when she sun bathed in the back yard, he had to admit that her body was better-than any in the magazine he was looking through.

Funny, he thought, that she'd never turned him on before. But now his prick was growing at his mental picture of her. Her tits were enormous, he realized, as he pictured her walking across the living room in her green sleeveless top. And her ass was wide and bilk. She had a narrow waist. Yes, his mother was a real dish and that made it even

more exciting to think about her standing next to him as he slept.

As Jim wrapped his fist around his cock and began tugging the loose skin back and forth, he looked at the pictures in the magazine, but he was seeing his mother in his mind's eye.

He stared at a color picture of a spread pussy and thought of his mother's cunt. The face showing above a set of big tits, between spread, uplifted legs, became Peg's face.

As his pleasure mounted and his breathing deepened, Jim imagined that he could smell the sweet mixture of his mother's perfume and the warm scent of her body. As he tried to figure out how it would feel to shove his cock into the cunt he was looking at in the magazine, it became his mother's cunt he longed for, and he thought how her gigantic tits would make a nice pillow.