Brian Layer: Mom in the raw

When Peg got home, she was surprised to find

that the date with Bill seemed to ease her hunger for Jim. Even when her son came to her and asked what was for dinner, she was able to keep from looking down at his crotch and longing to take that prick into her hands. She told her boy that she would be going out, and that he would have to stay home.

As she fixed dinner, she thought about Bill. He was a good-looking guy and certainly nice enough. He had money and the respect of everyone in town. She couldn't imagine why she hadn't let him take her out. As she wondered about that she hit on a possibility. Every man she'd gone out with was either new in town or someone she hadn't known at all while Clark was still around. Maybe it was Bill's relation to her former life that she objected to; her life before Clark split.

In any case, she found herself hoping Bill would want to fuck her and she assumed that he would.

Peg had learned to recognize that gleam in a guy's eye that meant he was interested. Her body began gearing up for a big evening. Jim, sitting across the table, increased her lust, but he wasn't the object of it this time. She saw some hope of losing her perverted desires and replacing them with normal ones.

After dinner, Peg took a shower, powered and perfumed her body, then planned what she would

wear. She went through her drawers and closet in a fit of indecision. She picked out her sexiest panties, a pair that consisted of two triangles connected to a waistband. Although she hadn't picked out a dress, she knew that it would be one that accented her tits, so she chose a bra that would push them up in twin heaps of bouncing flesh. The panties and bra were black and lacy, and as Peg admired herself in the mirror, she knew that no man could resist her after seeing her clad in those skimpy garments.

Flipping through a dozen slinky dresses, she picked one that was very sexy. It was a shiny blue dress with a plunging V-neck. As the cool, silky material fell over her body, Peg shivered with anticipation of the time she would be pulling that dress off.

As Peg dressed, Jim walked back and forth from his room to the bathroom, trying to get a glimpse of his mother's naked body. Her door wasn't quite closed and as he passed it, he could sometimes get a glance of movement in her room. He was afraid to go up to the door and peer in, but he was dying to get a look at the woman who had come to dominate his horniness.

The bathroom was still hot and steamy from her shower, and even that was enough to stiffen the boy's prick. He imagined his mother standing there

under the shower and moving her huge tits around in the lather. He looked at the bar of soap she used and thought about the cracks and curves of her body that the lucky bar had traveled over. The towel site had used had the sweet scent of her body clinging to it, and Jim wished he could be a towel for his Mom: caressing her every square inch.

After those musings in the bathroom, his heart was pounding and his desperation was taking control of him. The next time he walked to his bedroom, he made a wide curve that took him very close to her door. As he passed, his eyes picked up a flash of flesh-colored and black movement. He gasped with horny excitement as he gave up to his instincts.

Rather titan going back into his room, he stopped there in the ball, looking at the long streak of light that radiated from his mother's door. In that room was the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen, and if he looked through that crack, be would see something that could knock the wind out of him.

Jim's body was humming with passionate greed as he began to move closer to the door. When he picked up a whiff of the perfume his mother was wearing, he lost what little control he still had. No matter what would happen, he had to peek into her room. Although he WSS afraid she

would hear his heart pounding, he leaned closer and looked in. Then he saw her.

At first he cursed himself for waiting so long. She was already beginning to dress. But when he watched her moving in the black panties and bra, he realized that there was still a lot to see. Jim had to grab the front of his pants and wiggle around to get his hard prick into a position where it wouldn't hurt.

Peg was looking at herself in the mirror when Jim first focused on her. He saw her lift her hand and take the bra in a firm grip, then tug it while she shook her tits to get them into the best position for showing off. As she made the flesh of her tits jiggle, Jim felt his balls churning with boiling gism.

Then Peg adjusted her panties. Turning to look at every angle of her body also gave her son a terrific display. He saw the creamy cheeks of her ass through the black nylon, and the crack looked so good that he thought he would faint if he couldn't press his face into it. Peg patted her belly, and walked to the closet.

By the time Peg put her dress on, Jim was in an advanced state of wild passion. His prick was threatening to tear the zipper out of his pants and he knew that he would have to let the high-pressured gism out, but he wanted to wait. He

had an idea, and it seemed so incredible that he wanted to save all his lust for it.

He went into his room, and crawled onto the bed. His weight pressing on the bucking cock in his pants felt great, and he knew that all he would have to do to come would be to rub his bulging crotch on the mattress a few times, but he remained still.

He heard the doorbell, but he didn't want to be the one to go down to open it. There was no way he could hide his condition, especially with his oversized equipment Peg ran out of her room and down the stairs. Jim heard some conversation, then his mother yelled up to him telling him that she was leaving. That was what be was waiting for.

Jumping out of bed, he told her to have a good time, then waited for her to leave. When he heard a car pull away, he went into his mother's room.

The room still had the scent of his mother's perfume. As be looked around, his eyes were invited to some silky garments piled on her chair. This is what he'd been waiting for. He walked to the chair and touched the top of that heap. The feel of those cool, soft garments made him gasp.

He looked through the pile and found a slip, bra and pair of panties. His fingers trembled as he held the panties up to his nose. A strange, but nice, odor filled his nose. So, that was what a cunt

smelled like, he thought. Holding each garment up in front of his face, Jim got more and more horny. Then, in a fit of lust, he dropped the things and. began fumbling with his belt buckle. Soon he was standing there naked, his prick reaching out in front of him and rising and dropping steadily.

Now, as he lifted the pair of undies, he could hear himself breathing in a loud rasp. Figuring out back from front, he lifted one foot then the other and slipped them through the panties. He felt like a pervert, but he couldn't stop himself. Watching in the mirror as he pulled the tiny garment up, he both saw and felt that nylon caress his ass and balls. Then he bent his prick to the side and stuffed it into the undies.

The touch of the sheer nylon on his hot prick-head almost was enough to start the cream spurting, but he managed to hold on long enough to study himself in the mirror. He saw that his powerful cock held the front of the panties out like a tent; the waistband wasn't even touching his belly. He turned and looked over his shoulder. The panties were white, so rather than the asscheeks being noticeable, his ass-crack showed through as a dark, blurry strip.

In a near-panic of horniness, Jim pulled his prick out over the top of the panties and wrapped his hand around it. Before he gave it three pumps.

thick, white gobs of gism were firing at the mirror. The first bullets of cream hit and glass and the rest formed a trail from his feet to the mirror.