Brian Laver - Horny mother

If she'd only been changing her clothes it might be different, but he'd watched her rubbing off! If his mother had peeked at him jerking off, Tom thought, he would never forgive her. Naturally he didn't know she had seen him jerking off, and what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

Beth knew she had been seen in her secret practice. She couldn't blame the boy without blaming herself for peeking at him, and she knew the desperation that drove Tom to peek at her. But Beth couldn't help feeling as Tom did. How could she ever face him again?

Beth knew that it was up to her to patch things up, if that was possible. Besides, talking to her son about his voyeurism seemed like a possibility for kinky enjoyment.

Beth took a deep breath, then opened the door. She went to Tom's room and knocked.

Tom didn't answer.

"Tom, we'd better talk about this," she said.

No answer.

Beth opened the boy's door. He was lying face down on his bed.

"Tom, don't be embarrassed," Beth said. "I know how it is for a kid your age. I don't blame you for peeking through my keyhole."

Tom remained quiet. Beth went to his bed and sat on the edge.

"So you saw me masturbating," Beth said. "Even grown women do it, especially if they don't have a man around."

Beth reached out and touched Tom on the shoulder, but she felt him recoil.

She couldn't think of anything else to say that might make the boy feel better. Of course she could admit that she had peeked through his keyhole too, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do that.

"Really, honey, I don't mind your seeing me rubbing off," Beth continued. "We can't on living together without talking to each other."

But the boy remained in a cocoon of silence.

Beth didn't think that Tom was still feeling horny, but he was. As soon as she entered his room his passion returned. Even Tom was amazed at himself, but the chick he'd just watched rubbing off was sitting on his bed, and he felt a powerful longing to grab her.

In fact, one reason Tom was so withdrawn was because he was afraid he might grab his mother's tits if he let himself even look at her.

Beth was getting desperate though. She was afraid that if Tom didn't talk to her now, their relationship might be permanently damaged. Finally, she decided to play her hump card.

"I have an admission to make," Beth said solemnly.

She waited a few seconds while she gathered her courage.

"I peeked through your keyhole once too," she sail softly, "and I saw you jerking off."

That did it. Tom spun around and looked at his mother with shocked surprise.

"So I understand exactly how you feel," Beth said. "When I peeked in at you I was so horny I couldn't help myself. I know you felt the same way."

"You peeked through my keyhole?" Tom asked in amazement.

"Yes. So you see, we're even," Beth said. Now that Tom knew his mother had witnessed his jerking off he felt an even stronger attraction for her. He wondered if she had seen one of his more outlandish jerk-off sessions or simply one of the usual where he merely looked at a skin magazine and pumped his prick.

It didn't matter. All that mattered now was the desperation that Tom had after seeing this woman rub herself off.

Beth was thinking the same thing. If she'd only known that her son was at her keyhole she could have taken advantage of the situation, but flow it seemed like a standoff.

It was becoming clear to both of them that something was in the air. They were staring into each other's eyes, and the atmosphere was highly charged with lust.

Beth's robe suddenly fell open, exposing her tits. She made the slightest motion to close it, but then stopped herself.

Tom's eyes lowered from his mother's eyes to her chest, and Beth saw his eyes widen at the sight.

Neither of them would ever be able to explain it later, but suddenly something happened. All barriers suddenly fell, and the two horny people were freed from the restraints of the incest taboo.

They were in each other's arms, and their mouths came together in a hungry kiss. When they wrapped their tongues together they knew that their perverted dreams were about to come true.

Tom was confident that his mother's body was now his, so he didn't hesitate to slip a hand into her robe and capture a giant boob.

"Oh, Tom," Beth cried as she felt her son's fingers exploring her tit.

Just as she'd thought, having her own son in her arms was the most erotic experience of Beth's life. She didn't know why, but that's the way it was.

Of course, for Tom, grabbing a huge knocker was so fabulous that he didn't know if incest had anything to do with his excitement. He didn't have much to compare this experience with, but he did know that he was so excited he couldn't speak. All he could do was cling to his mother's tit and lick her opened mouth.

They lay on the bed and their legs intertwined like vines. As Tom ran his hands over his mother's jugs her robe opened completely. Having a naked body pressing against him, especially his mother's naked body, robbed Tom of whatever sense he had. Blindly and automatically Tom wiggled down to his mother's tits. He buried his face between them and began stuffing his mouth with her big globes of soft flesh.

Beth was only slightly in control. She understood what was happening, but didn't want to fight it. This is what she'd been obsessed with for weeks, and now that it was actually happening she had to go along with it.

Just as she'd imagined in her fantasies, Tom was a rough and wild lover. The inexperienced boy was biting her tits too hard, but Beth didn't tell him to ease up. The slight pain only made her pleasure grow.

Tom's fingers, as they dug into his mother's cunt, were greedy and persistent. He pulled the lips of her pussy apart and stuck his finger up her slot.

Beth felt as though a wild animal had caught her, but instead of terror, the experience filled her with incredible passion.

She knew Tom was being so clumsy that if he were anyone but her son, Beth would have thrown him out of bed. But he was her son, and for some perverted reason that fact gave Beth all the kinky pleasure she could want.

Tom soon had two fingers up his mother's twat. He stretched and reamed that narrow passage, and continued to gobble her tits as though he was starving.

Beth was losing patience, and began to tug at the boy's belt. Tom didn't help her. He was too out of his mind with passion, so Beth had to struggle with the belt buckle by herself.

It wasn't easy, but Beth finally had her boy's prick in her hand.

"O-o-o-o-o, what a nice, big prick," she said.

Tom didn't seem to hear her though, or at least he didn't answer. His mouth still gabbled Beth's tit-flesh.

Beth ran her fingers along Tom's veined shaft, then weighed his balls in her hand. He was very well equipped, she was glad to discover.

But holding his prick wasn't enough, Beth knew. She had to taste it, suck it. She managed to pull herself out of Tom's embrace and take her tits from his hands and mouth.

Deprived of those warm globes, Tom opened his eyes to see what was going on. Beth recognized the look of fear in his eyes as he thought his mother was abandoning him.

"Lie back, honey," Beth said as she pushed the boy down on his back.

When Tom realized his mother wasn't going anywhere, he lay quietly, then realized what she was going to do. He began writhing and crawling again, but Beth managed to hold him in one place long enough to get into sucking position.

She gripped his cock like a baseball bat. Tom propped himself up on the bed with his elbows so he could see exactly what his mother was doing, and even though he saw her hold her head over his prick, the idea of getting a blow-job seemed too good to be true.