Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

Jim was getting deeper into his passion for his mother. He tried on her underwear a few more times, and whenever he jerked off, he had her body in mind. Even when he went out with the kids, he was thinking about his mother.

One Saturday afternoon while he sat around the soda shop with some of his friends, someone said something that took his mind off Peg and her luscious body.

"No, I'm not kidding," Chuck was saying. "Larry said she fucked them all."

"Who?" Jim asked with eager interest.

"Chuck is trying to tell us that he knows a chick who fucks any guy who comes to her door," Tom said.

"She does," Chuck insisted. "Larry and Dennis and all those guys fucked her already."

"Chuck, don't be a jerk. Those guys are putting you on, Joe said. "No chick is going to fuck anybody, especially those creeps."

It did sound suspicious to Jim, but he was so horny he didn't want to take a chance of missing any possibility. He asked Chuck for more information.

"She lives over on Elm Street," he said. "Larry was walking down the street when she opens the door of her car, and a whole bag of groceries falls out all over the place. So, naturally, Larry helps her pick them up and she invites him in the house. Before he knew what was happening, she's shoving her tits in his face and he fucks her. A few days later, he goes over there again with Dennis and some other guys and she takes them all on."

Chuck was so excited about telling his story that his eyes were bulging and his face was red. Jim's cock, which was always semi-erect with thoughts of Peg, was now fully stiff and beating in his jeans.

"What's she look like?" he asked Chuck.

"Well, Larry said she's not bad," Chuck said.

"Yeah, not bad," Joe said. "If Larry said she's

not bad, she must be a real dog. If she were only ugly, he would have said she was good-looking. His taste is up his ass."

Jim had to agree about Larry, but he was still interested.

"Well, maybe we could check her out before getting too far into this thing. Then, if she's really all right, we can try and get laid. What the fuck, we've got nothing to lose."

"What are you going to do?" Tom asked. "Go up to her door and take a look at her, then just leave if she turns out to be a hag?"

"Well, we can think of something that will make it easy," Jim said. "One of us can go to her door for some made-up reason, get a look at her, then let the others know what she's like."

When Jim saw that the other guys weren't interested in his plan, he got angry and said, "You guys just don't want to get laid. What a bunch of pansies." He was truly disappointed in his buddies.

"Well if you're such a hot-shot, why don't you go up to her door and see her?" Joe said.

"Yeah, you don't mind doing that, do you?" Tom chimed in.

"At least Jim is going to get fucked a lot sooner than the rest of us," Chuck said. "We'll just sit here and our cocks will rot."

Jim felt nervous about going to that woman's door. But he'd made such a big deal out of it, it would be hard for him to back out now. His hard cock kept his courage up.

"Okay, I'll do it," he said, and felt his pulse quickened.

The guys got up and slipped out of the booth they were sitting in. They paid their bill and went out. Elm Street was only a few blocks away, and they headed in that direction. Jim was getting shy, but he was determined to go through with this.

"Tell me," he said, "how old is she supposed to be?"

"Larry said she's not too old," Chuck said.

Jim was having more and more doubts, but, still, he was determined.

They headed down Elm and planned their strategy. Jim would go to her door and say he was looking for a made-up name. The chick would tell him that there was no one by that name there and he would either split with the information about her looks, or he would get invited in, in which case, the other guys would come looking for him and also get invited in. It seemed simple and foolproof.

As they walked down Elm Street, Chuck pointed out the house.

"There," he said, "the one with the green shutters."

Jim felt a lump in his throat, but his cock was getting even harder at the thought that his first fuck might be coming up. He had to adjust the rod in his pants so he could continue walking. He told the guys to stay there, behind some bushes and watch what happened. Then, taking a deep breath to calm himself, he began walking toward the house.

He jammed his hands in his pockets to help hide the bulge that his prick was pushing out in front of him, and tried to act normally. As he walked up the front steps, he peered into the windows for a peek at the woman who lived there, but he didn't see a thing. He rang the bell.

As he waited for someone to answer, he felt like running, but his hard-on seemed to anchor him there. He hoped there wouldn't be anyone home and he was ready to leave when he heard footsteps. This was it, and he would have to do his best. The door swung open and he found himself staring at a gorgeous chick.

The first thing he saw was a pair of gigantic tits emerging into the light. They were followed by a beautiful face. The chick was about twenty-five; blond, and a horny guy's perfect wet dream.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi," Jim blurted. "Uh, is… uh, Carl…Carl Schmitt here?"

"Who?" the chick asked with a giggle.

"What?" Jim said as his eyes snapped back up to her eyes from her jugs. "Oh, uhh. Carl Carlheimmer. Uh, is he here?"

"No. You must have the wrong address," she said.

Jim stood there for a few seconds, looking and waiting. He gave her every chance to invite him in for a fuck, but when she didn't, he turned to leave. He tripped on the stair and almost fell on his face before getting away.

His face was burning with a combination of emotions. Well, he'd kept up his part of the plan. She was gorgeous, but it didn't seem to do him any good. He couldn't imagine a chick wanting to fuck Larry, then blowing a chance at him. It was a wound to his young pride.

"Well?" all the guys asked at once when he got back to their lookout.

"She's a real dish," he said. "Big tits, pretty face, the works. But she didn't invite me in or anything."

The guys all sat down on the curb in a line. They asked Jim to describe her over and over.

"Maybe Larry was bullshitting after all," Tom said.

"But Dennis told me, too, and he doesn't lie, Chuck said.

"Well, why don't you go back there and tell her that she fucked a few friends of ours and she should fuck us too," Jim said to Chuck.

"Maybe if we all went back and asked for that made-up name again, and said that our friends Larry and Dennis told us he lived there, she would catch on and invite us in," Chuck said, his eyes bulging again.

Why don't you go ask her?" Jim said. "I'm not going back there."

All the guys agreed that Chuck should go, but he refused unless someone went with him. Finally, Tom agreed to go too. Jim told him to ask for Carl Carlstein.

"That's a dumb name," Chuck said as he and Tom left them.

Chuck rang the bell and was soon confronted with the big tits that Jim had reported on.

"Is Carl Carlstein here?" he asked.

"What is this? Some sort of joke?" the chick asked with a laugh.

"No," chuck said. "A couple of friends of ours told us he lived here. Uh, Larry and Dennis told us. Do you know them?"

"Just a minute," the chick said and disappeared.

Chuck and Tom looked at each other with hope

in their eyes. It seemed like a long shot, but if they got a chance to fuck that chick, it would be the greatest thing they could imagine. Their pricks began to stir as they stood there waiting. Jim and Joe, watching from a few doors away, saw that things were going a little better titan they had for Jim. They began to get their hope up too.