Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

The chick came back to the door and told the guys to come in. Chuck and Tom began to tremble with the prospects before them, and Jim and Joe's hearts leapt when they saw their friends go into the house. The plan was, if Chuck and Tom got in, Jim and Joe would come back; They wondered if they should wait a few minutes or go tight away.

Chuck and Tom followed the chick through the house to the kitchen. When they got there, they had a shock. There was another woman there.

"Here they are, Mom," the chick said to the other woman. "I'll leaving now. See you later. Bye-bye, fellows."

The chick disappeared, leaving the guys in the kitchen with the other woman, and they saw that she didn't look much like her daughter, the chick who had answered the door. In fact, she looked just like the sort of woman who would fuck Larry and Dennis.

Jim and Joe decided to wait a few minutes,

but in their excitement, they mistook ten seconds to be three or four minutes, and they started for the house where their friends had entered. As they walked to the front door, they saw it open and the gorgeous chick step out. They were surprised to see her leaving just after Chuck and Tom had gone in.

When the girl saw them, she said, "Your friends are inside. Go right in." Then she giggled and shook her head as she walked away.

Jim and Joe looked at each other in amazement as they stumbled up the front stairs. They opened the door and walked in.

"Who's there," a voice cried.

"Uh, we're looking for our friends," Jim said. "Ohhhhh, come right in," the voice said. As Jim and Joe made their way to the kitchen, the first thing they saw was their buddies standing there and looking dismal. They walked into the kitchen and looked around. There was an old woman standing at the refrigerator, pulling out bottles of milk, Coke and other goodies.

"I'm always so glad to have some nice, young boys drop in," she was saying.

She was older than any of their mothers, sort of on the fat side and not really good-looking by any stretch of the imagination. Could this be the woman they'd been talking about? By the way she was glaring at them, they knew she was.

She asked them their names, they told her and she introduced herself as Mrs. Nerdak. She put glasses, bottles of milk, and soda, and bags of cookies on the table and told them to dig in. She stood there wringing her hands and glaring at them and the guys didn't know what to do. They were thinking about Larry and Dennis and how they'd gotten themselves into this mess by listening to what those two characters said. Larry and Dennis would fuck a snake, and they were each cursing themselves for letting those two weird guys turn them on to this old lady.

Chuck poured himself a Coke and took a cookie, then the other guys did the same. They came there with another hunger, but now cookies seemed to be a good deal.

"We'll have a regular party," Mrs. Nerdak said. "I'll put on some music."

She left the room and the guys looked at each other with expressions that made their disappointment obvious.

"We could slip out the back door," Joe said.

"Are you kidding?" Chuck said. "I think we're going to get laid."

"You've got to be kidding," Tom said. "You mean you want to fuck that old bag?"

"Well, she's not what I had in mind, but she's better than nothing," Chuck said with cookie

crumbs falling from his full mouth.

"We can't just leave," Jim said. That would be mean. But I'm not going to fuck her. Hell, she's older than my mother." As he said that, he thought of Peg, and his shriveled prick began to grow again. His mother was a dish, and Mrs. Nerdak was a mess.

The sound of rock music came from the living room and Mrs. Nerdak came back. She was clicking her fingers and shaking her hips to the rhythm of the music. The guys were all taking a good look at her. Actually she wasn't that bad. Her face was plain, but not unpleasant. Her body seemed lumpy without shape, but now that she was moving around, they could see an ample set of jugs moving round in her dress and her hips seemed firm and wide. She was a bit heavy, but that didn't disqualify her as a possible fuck.

The guys looked at each other again, and they could tell by each other's expressions that they were having a change of mind. Except for Chuck, of course, who had wanted to fuck her from the first and who was stuffing so many cookies into his mouth that he might not be in shape to fuck the woman before long.

"Let's take the cookies and things into the other mom," Mrs. Nerdak said. "Who wants to dance?"

The guys followed her into the living room

where the music was blaring. From behind, they could see her ass swinging and they thought that in the right clothes she might not look too bad. The bag-like housedress made her look like a wrestling match inside a sack, but the boys used their imaginations and pictured a body like the ones they'd seen in their skin magazines.

"I love parties," Mrs. Nerdak said as she grabbed Jim and dragged him to the middle of the room and made him dance with her.

At first he felt foolish dancing with that old lady there in her living room with his buddies watching, but she was having so much fun he couldn't help catching her cheery mood. He began to swing his ass to the music and couldn't take the grin off his face.

Mrs. Nerdak proved to be an indefatigable dancer as she danced with every one of them. The record ended and the guys were all hot and sweating and only wanted to drink some Coke and rest, but the old girl just seemed to be warming up.

"Let me do my act for you boys," she said with surprising enthusiasm. "I used to be on the stage, you know."

When she pulled an old seventy-eight record from a shelf and put it on, it became clear what stage she'd been on. A raucous version of St. Louis Blues beat through the room, and Mr. Nerdak

began moving expertly to the heavy drumming.

The guys had never seen a real burlesque show, but they'd all seen them imitated on TV and knew immediately that she was an old stripper. Their eyes widened as they watched with renewed interest.

"Sadie Snapper was my stage name. You've probably heard of me," she said.

They hadn't, but they didn't say so. They just watched silently and hoped she would give them the real show. She was moving to the sensual beat, looking like a clumsy old stripper, but there was something about her that was obviously genuine.

When she lifted a hand to the top button on her dress, all the guys' pricks stiffened a little more, but she dropped her hand without unbuttoning. They were disappointed, but they didn't realize that a good stripper depended on teasing her audience. Before long, she lifted her hand again and unbuttoned die two top buttons.

As she danced now, the boys could see the valley between her tits and the tops of the mountains of flesh shaking. Then she unfastened a few more buttons, showing the black bra she was wearing. Now she unbuttoned the rest of the buttons, then turned her back on them. As she shook her ass in their direction, she pulled the dress down over her shoulders. The guys were

going wild.

Mrs. Nerdak spun around suddenly, showing her bra-clad tits to the guys. They watched in horny awe as the big knockers heaved one way, then the other. The bra was being tested for strength by holding those bouncing boobs as the woman swung them violently.

A pink nipple began to sneak over the left cup of the bra, but the stripper shoved it back down. Each of the kids was silently rooting for her to take off the bra, and Chuck finally yelled, "Take it off!"

They could tell by the way she smiled at Chuck that she liked having them yell at her like that, so they all took up the cry. Their chanting encouraged Mrs. Nerdak to lift her hand beneath her to the snap of her bra. She unfastened it, but held it in place as she continued dancing.