Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

By the time his gism began to shoot from the blown-up head of his pecker, he could only think of his mother. Jim had developed his imagination to the point where he could fill in all the unknown details of the mysteries of sex, but he was determined to fill in some of those blanks with research at home.

As usual, he mopped up his spilled gism and went downstairs. He was, in for a shock this time though. That redhead with the big tits looked

different… It was like the time one of his friends had shown him a cartoon of Dagwood and Blondie that showed them fucking. The next time he saw them in the paper, he felt that he had invaded their private life. Now, after his fantasies about his mother, she looked entirely different. Her tits, that had always just been another pert of her, seemed to be waiting for his hands to caress them, and she walked across the kitchen, he imagined her upper thighs brushing together, soft skin and hair in motion.

"I'm going out now, Mom," he called.

"Will you be home for lunch?"

He said he didn't know, and left with a slam of the screen door. Peg was troubled. The night before was a little blurry in her mind, but she did remember going into his room and what she did there, and the thoughts she had. Those thoughts were still with her even though she was afraid that Jim was suspicious of her now.

Going to the window, she watched him walk down the street. His tall, slim figure looked good to her and she felt her pussy warm up. Jim's brown hair hung down over his cam and beck and bounced a he took those long strides. She had always been proud of him, but now he was suddenly becoming more, much more.

As she saw him turn the corner and disappear,

Peg knew that she had entered a new world of lust and the object of it was going to be around to keep her in constant frustration. Even as she thought that she would have to tight the attraction, she found herself climbing the stairs to his room.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she entered his room. She usually went into his room to change his sheets anti put his freshly ironed clothes into his drawers, but this time she didn't have either of those things in mind.

As she looked at his rumpled sheets her cunt began to dampen, and she tried to picture him still lying there. As she brought the scene from the night before back to her mind she was able to pretend that the boy was still lying there, but she was able to add a few imaginary flourishes. A trance of wishful imaginings began to fill her mind. The room became dark and her son appeared as if by magic in the bed.

Peg grabbed her pussy just as she had the night before and rubbed the hairy mound until her hand was soaked with the fragrant juice that was oozing from the crack. The passion that was radiating from her pussy made the daydream more and more real until every detail of the boy's body was as real as could be.

She saw again how his hard prick tented the blanket up and how it throbbed with his pulse.

Now she even had a better view of the wonderful shape of the fat head than she had when the boy was really then. Peg pulled out her tit again and pushed it up to her face. So far, everything had been the same as the night before but now she could put her imagination to work with the events that hadn't happened.

She imagined her son opening his eyes and staring at her as she continued to rub her pussy and suck her tit. She imagined that rather than act surprised or ask her what she was doing, he merely lifted the sheet and showed her his twitching cock. When Peg began to pull her clothes off, she didn't know if she were really doing it, or dreaming that she was. When she felt the cool air of the room on her naked body, she guessed that die really had undressed.

As she walked to the empty bed, she kept the dream alive by picturing Jim reaching out for her. The sheets were cold, but her mind tricked her by making them feel warmed by the boy's hot body. Peg pulled the coven over her and grabbed her pussy again, but she pretended that it was his hand cupping the wet flesh of her plump match. She imagined the feel of his huge rod, and by remembering how the boy's father's prick had felt, it was easy to pretend.

"Oh, Jim," she mumbled, "I've wanted to

have you like this for so long."

She imagined him telling her that he had longed to fuck her, too. Peg spread and lifted her knees, opening her pussy for the probing finger that was pushing through the outer-lips. She even fingered herself with the same clumsy groping that she thought a young, inexperienced boy would use. She told herself what a nice cunt she had and made it sound to her lust soaked brain like her son's voice. She couldn't remember being so excited since her husband had first shown her the splendors of sex.

Forming a prick-like shape with three fingers, Peg fucked herself with the energy that a teenage boy would exert. She imagined the weight of her son on top of her, and she massaged her own tits as he would. Peg liked to reach around a guy's hips while he was plowing his dick up her cunt and hold his tight asscheeks, so that's what she pretended she was doing, and the thought of lining that kid's ass in her hands made her lust jump higher than it already was.

The bed was shaking and bouncing wildly with Peg's gyrations. The covers were being dragged down by her kicking feet and if there were someone there to witness that incredible scene, he would have been treated to the sight of her enormous tits heaving in a frenzy with her wild writhing and one leg sticking out and kicking in the

air. Her head was thrown back and her mouth hung open as she made her lust sound out.

As her orgasm began to blossom, Peg lifted her knees up near her tits so she could thrust her fingers higher up her starving cunt. She bucked like a colt with a bun under its saddle. The blinding pleasure filled her brain with explosions of ecstasy as her cunt turned into a molten heap of bliss. She kept the imaginary boy pumping her until she could feel him pumping her full of hot gism.

When the pleasure drained away, the imaginary Jim vanished and Peg was left there on his bed, alone and perverted, but satisfied for the time being.

Peg endured the lust she was suffering from by jerking off a lot with the image of her son in her mind. So far, she'd been able to resist doing anything foolish; she hadn't even gone into his room again, but she was longing for him with increasing passion. She'd gone out with a few of the regular guys, but when they fucked her she couldn't help pretending that it was Jim's prick ramming her snatch.

One day while she was doing her shopping, a voice intruded on her constant fantasies. Turning,

she saw Bill run out of his office to catch up with her. He was a good fellow and he obviously had the hots for Peg, but she never accepted his offers for a date. As he ran up to her now, though, there was something about him that made her tits ache to be sucked and her cunt impaled.

"Hi, Peg. I just saw you walk by and I had to conic out. You look like you're walking around in a daze, but it becomes you. How about having dinner with me tonight?"

"I can't," she said without thinking. "I have to make dinner for Jim." Something made her stop her automatic refusal. Suddenly, she wanted to go out with Bill. "But after dinner I'm free," she said.

He said he would pick her up at eight. As Peg walked away, she wondered why she had accepted a date with Bill after turning him down for years. Bill had gone to school with her and he had known Clark. As she thought about it, she suddenly stumbled on the reason that she felt differently about him, but she didn't know if it were real or just her imagination. As he ran up to her, there was something about his movements that reminded her of her son. She wondered if she would want to fuck him, and if she did, if she would only pretend that it was Jim again.