Brian Layer: Mom in the raw

Jim had gone to bed, the dishes were done and there was nothing left for Peggie to do but celebrate her anniversary. She sat in her favorite chair and sipped her whiskey and ginger ale as the years since her marriage seemed to play back in her memory. It had been twenty years since she married that skunk and almost fifteen since she'd seen him.

Clark had been a handsome devil, and he had swept her off her feet. Twenty years later, it was hard for her to understand how she had let herself be so foolish. She thought she could change Clark

and turn his wild boyishness into responsible manhood. Well, what the hell, she had only been seventeen at the time.

Soon after the marriage she had become pregnant and Clark began to show his true colors. As her belly swelled with the child, Clark became more and more like a child himself, so when he split shortly after Jim was born, she didn't even care. After all, one child was enough.

Peg was feeling the drinks. Some celebration: sitting home all alone and getting potted, but she was enjoying it. She had her share of fun, she still looked sensational at thirty-nine and had a lot of guys chasing her. But she was sentimental and thought it would be fun to stay home and think about those years that were passed.

She stood up on wobbly legs and climbed the stairs with her drink still in her hand. Jim had been closing his door at night for the past few years, but now Peg wanted to take a look at the boy who reminded her of that man whom she hadn't seen for almost twenty years. Jim had his father's long, lean body and his dark brown hair. Peg didn't know for sure, since he'd been dressing with his door closed lately, but she was willing to bet that he had his father's fantastic prick, too.

Peg giggled as she remembered Clark's huge cock. Was that why she'd married him? Well, it was

part of the reason. She stood in front of her son's closed door and listened. She heard his steady, deep breathing and knew that he was sound asleep. After taking another sip, she pushed open the door.

Light from the hallway flooded over the boy's bed. Peg gasped as she saw the lump sticking up under the covers right over his crotch. Jim's face was relaxed and still, but Peggie knew that he must have been dreaming about girls. As Peg stared at that lump, she was reminded more than ever of the boy's father. Judging by the prick throbbing under those covers, he had everything the old man had and maybe even more.

Through her alcohol daze, Peg felt her body tingling with lust. She was a passionate woman and now she was particularly horny because she hadn't been fucked in almost a week. She knew she would have to do something about the tickling in her cunt and the hot liquid oozing out of it.

Holding her drink in her left hand, she lifted the front of her dress and put her hand on the warm, plump mound of her pussy. Immediately, she felt the waves of pleasure that were so important to her. As the moist heat of her pussy dampened the palm of her hand, she felt drawn to the sleeping boy. Of course, she couldn't use his body to satisfy her needs, but, God, it was tempting. At least she

could look, she thought as site crept closer to him.

As she approached the bed, she could see that his prick was indeed throbbing as the covers reacted to each pulse. Peg dug her fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her hairy pussy as her whole body began to ache for release. She felt the lips of her cunt spread as they became filled with blood, and the crotch of her panties was soaking in the slippery fluid that was running from between those lips.

She pulled her hand from her crotch just long enough to slip it into the waistband of her undies, then she grabbed the naked mound. There was no other choice now but to rub herself off and she knew that she didn't want to tear herself away from the sight of her son's cock.

Right there, a few feet away from the sleeping kid, Peg slipped her middle finger up her cunt. The familiar feeling of that wet tube stretched around her finger, and the jolts of pleasure that were rising through her, made her shake and shiver with joy. She stirred her finger around in the confines of that narrow passage until she was breathing so hard she was afraid she would wake the poor kid. That would be something; to have the boy wake to see his mother standing over him with her finger up her snatch.

Peg dug deeper up her cunt, massaging the wet

satin lining of that chamber. Her eyes traveled from the boy's face, where Peg looked to see if he was showing any signs of waking, to the bulging prick under the covers. He seemed to be sleeping as deeply as before, so Peg began to feel brave enough to reach out and touch that throbbing cock. She put her drink down on his dresser, took a step toward the bed and reached out.

Lowering her hand ever so slowly, Peg held her breath against the raging lust in her body. When she felt the wool cover touch her fingers, she held her hand still and felt the twitching of the cock as it beat against her. Peg's mind was reeling with the weirdness of this masturbatory session and the thrill of touching the prick that reminded her of her husband's.

The prick was throbbing with such violent jerks that Peg was reminded of the time when fucking had been new to her. The guys she fucked these days were good, but their dongs didn't have the energy and strength of the one right under her hand. Its power made Peg soar to the heights of passion.

Her finger was still diddling her cunt as she felt the action of her son's prick, but she wasn't satisfied. It she hadn't been drinking all night, she might have had the nerve to caress his cock, but in her present condition all she was concerned about

was her own lust.

Closing her fingers slightly on the throbbing lump, she thought she could feel the fat head of his prick, but she couldn't be sure.. Oh, how she wished she could reach down beneath the blankets and take the naked rod in her hand.

Peg began to feel the first stirring of an orgasm. If it weren't for the alcohol, she would have come before this, but drinking always made her last longer and usually she was glad it did. This time, though, she was afraid she was going to lose control of herself; so the sooner she came and got out of there, the better.

Suddenly, Jim began to move. In a fit of terror, Peg let go of his prick and stood back, but she was powerless to pull her hand from her cunt. Her heart almost stopped even as the passion of her masturbatory fingering was bringing her to the pinnacle of pleasure. Fortunately, the boy didn't waken. He merely settled down again, and his prick kept throbbing.

Peg was almost out of her mind with ecstasy as her orgasm mounted and she became aware of deep moans escaping from her opened mouth. In order to silence herself, she pulled one big, floppy tit out of her blouse and lifted it toward her face. Her tits were easily big enough to get into her mouth; it was one of her favorite masturbation tricks, so she

crammed it in now to muffle her cry's of pleasure.

Holding her tit in her mouth and reaming her twat kept both hands busy, so she wasn't able to touch his cock.

Peg felt her nipple stiffen in her mouth as she licked it with fast swipes of her tongue. Nibbling on it produced a pleasurable sensation. She stood there shaking with her tit in her mouth and her hand in her pants and came.

The electric current of ecstasy ran through her body, bringing incredible pleasure to every square inch of her. Her cunt felt like a sun radiating sexual bliss as a rush of rapture enveloped her. When she heard her wails of pleasure again, she pushed the tit farther into her mouth and forced herself to keep sucking. She thrust another finger up her cunt and jammed the heel of her hand on the area of her stiff clit.