Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

"Do you always have your nose stuck in a book?" Jim said as he caught up with her.

"Oh, hi, Jim," she said.

Jim was getting hornier by the second. She looked pretty good to him and he was eager to test his sex appeal with someone who wasn't overly eager to strip and spread.

"What are you reading?" he asked. It seemed like a good idea to ask that, even though he didn't care. When she told him, he had never heard of it and forgot it immediately.

"Do you come to the park often?" she asked him.

He said he did, and looked up at her face, realizing that she'd caught him staring at her tits. She held the book to her chest as if to hide the little mounds from his gaze.

"I like to sit over by the pond and read," she said.

"Really? I go over there and skip stones, and sometimes I just stare into the water and think."

"What do you think about?" she asked.

If he told her, he could forgot about getting anything from her.

"Oh, lots of things," he said. "I was just heading over there now. Want to come with me?"

Phyllis seemed surprised, and Jim guessed that that was because she wasn't used to having guys ask her to join them. They mostly just ignored her.

"Okay," she said in a tiny, shy voice. Jim couldn't believe how his prick was straining against his pants just like in the old days. Recently his prick only got hard when his mother was thrusting her tits in his face, or when he came in the house to find a dozen naked people cavorting on the rug.

They went to the side of the pond, but closer to the edge where bushes obstructed the view. They sat quietly for a while.

"I was here the other day, and you would never guess what I saw in those bushes," Phyllis said.

Jim could guess. Kids necked in those bushes all the time, but he didn't say anything.

"I saw a boy and girl kissing. And that's not all they were doing." she said.

Jim we surprised that she we bringing that abject up. Maybe he had her figured wrong. Should he try another angle? he wondered.

"Kids come here to neck all the time," he said.

"Haven't you ever necked in those bushes?"

Phyllis' face turned bright red and she stared at the ground. Jim's prick was about to rip through his pants. He never thought Phyllis could turn him on like that. He felt like the clock had been turned back and he was a horny kid again, and it was as exciting as hell.

"No," was all Phyllis said in way of a reply.

Jim moved closer to her and slipped an arm around her waist. He felt her body tighten, but she didn't move away.

"Would you like to?" he asked.

"Why would you want to neck with me? No boys have ever wanted to neck with me."

"Well, when I saw you walking through the park just now, I thought you looked really nice and I felt that I'd like to neck with you," Jim said. It was the simple truth.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. She didn't do anything, and for a moment Jim was stymied. He didn't know how to go about getting on with this. All the chicks he'd been fucking lately were very aggressive. Phyllis just kept looking at the ground.

Jim lifted a hand to her chin and turned her face to him. Then he kissed her on the lips. He was getting so excited that he could hardly keep his hands off her tits, but he knew that would very

likely end the whole ball game. He would have to go slowly and carefully, just like the old days.

Phyllis wasn't a every good kisser. She obviously hadn't had much practice, but her idea was a welcome change for Jim and he found it way exciting. He touched her lips with the tip of his tongue and she opened her mouth to admit him.

He could feel her beginning to breathe harder and he felt her breath on his upper lip as she puffed through her nose. She reached over to him and put a hand on his thigh, but she didn't by to move it closer to his crotch, which he was hoping she would do. Jim encircled her with his arms and they fell back onto the grass in a hot embrace.

When he moved his lumpy crotch against her side, he felt a wave of lust that was more pleasurable than crawling into a jumble of naked chicks; he was tired of that.

Phyllis was learning how to kiss real fast and was sticking her tongue into his mouth now. Jim was going nuts with lust. If he got fucked it would be great, but he was almost hoping that she'd stop him, or that he'd cream in his pants. Now that was exciting

Phyllis was panting in heat, and Jim thought it would be safe to reach for a tit, but he did it slowly, putting a hand on her side, then gradually moving it up. When his fingertips bumped into the

base OI that tiny knocker, he felt a desperate surge of need, and the thought that the need might not be filled made him wild.

He moved his hand over her tit without interference and began to massage it gently. He could feel her hard nipple press into his palm. The next step would be to slip his hand inside her shirt, but he thought the time had come to suggest that they go into the bushes, so things could really get going.

She didn't say anything when he made the suggestion, but she didn't resist when he pulled her to her feet by her hand and led her into the foliage. They found a nice, soft spot and got comfortable. Taking up where, he left off, Jim put his hand back on her lit. After a few minutes of rubbing her lit through the material of her dress, he undid a few buttons and slipped his hand inside. He held her tight, his tongue in her mouth so it would be difficult for her to object. He hadn't forgotten how to neck with these young girls.

"Jim," she said, taking her mouth from his. "Once I saw my brother in the bathroom doing something very odd. He wrapped his hand around his prick and moved it back and forth. Then he grunted and some white stuff flew out of his prick. Sometimes I like to put a finger in my cunt and rub a certain spot until I feel like I'm going to

bunt with pleasure. Is that the same thing? Is that the way boys do it?"

Jim was surprised and excited to hear her say that. He said that it was the same; it was jerking off. Then Phyllis asked him if he did it. It had been a while since he had, but he didn't tell her that. "Yes, sure I do," he said.

Phyllis didn't say anything for a while and Jim increased his grip on her tit. He ground his hard prick, still captive in his jeans, against her. This was great, he thought, to be coaxing a shy chick into giving him some pleasure. Funny how things worked, he said to himself.

They reached into each other's mouth with their tongues and Phyllis had her hand en his thigh again. Jim tried to undo a few more of her buttons so he could expose her tit and suck on it, but she grabbed his hand. That was something that hadn't happened to him in a while and it made him long for that tit so desperately that his cock quivered in his pants.

"Please, let me," he whispered and continued unbuttoning with Phyllis' weakening hand on his wrist.

Moving one side of her unbuttoned blouse aside, Jim saw a small, but well-shaped tit waiting for his kiss. There was something about that boob that looked mow appealing than the ones he'd been

sucking on lately. Maybe it was that it was so young and unused. Whatever it was, the pink nipple almost made Jim drool as he lowered his face.

He felt Phyllis shiver as he sucked the little knob of nipple. He moved his whole face over the tit as its owner writhed beneath him.

"Jim." she said with a tone of voice that made the boy look up expectantly.

He looked at her and could see that she was trying to say something. He was dying to find out what it was.

"Do you think we could… " she stopped and looked away..could jerk off together?"

Jim felt his face redden at the thought. He couldn't have thought of anything that would be more exciting. He trembled as he said he'd like to do that.