Brian Laver: Horny mother

"A-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h!" Beth wailed.

Suddenly her cunt lining was seared with gushing jism, and that gave Beth the added thrill that put her over the edge.

Her body vibrated with ecstasy. Lightning bolts of pure pleasure rushed through her from her cunt.

This was what she lived for, and she made the most of her pleasure by howling loudly and kicking her feet in the air over Bob's plunging ass.

When the young guy finally stopped thrusting, Beth lay beneath him in the bleary daze of spent passion.

"Oh, baby," she gasped. "That was wonderful!"

"And you were wonderful," Bob said. "I've never been fucked like this before."

After letting his prick linger in her cunt for a while, Bob rolled off Beth and lit a cigarette.

But Beth had another habit; she remained lying on her back. Then she dipped a finger into her cunt, coating it with the mixture of jism and her own juice. Bob watched in amazement as she lifted that wet finger to her mouth and sucked it clean.

Fingerful after fingerful, Beth greedily sucked the fluid from her twat.

"Just a habit of mine," she said when she noticed Bob staring at her.

Though her lust was satisfied, momentarily at least, Beth grew restless. "I'd better get going," she said as she slipped out of bed.

"Why don't you stay?" Bob asked.

"Can't. I have a son at home who expects his mother home every night."

"Oh? So you have a kid, huh?" Bob asked. "How old?"

"Eighteen," Beth said.

"Really?" Bob said, amazed. "How old are you?"

Beth smiled. Guys always were shocked to find out that she had an eighteen year-old son, and their surmise flattered her.

"I'm thirty-six," she said. "How old are you?"

After recovering from the shock of finding that this sexy chick was old enough to be his mother, Bob admitted that he was nineteen. "Gee, you don't look thirty-six," he said.

"And you don't look only nineteen," Beth said. She asked for Bob's phone number and left. She didn't expect to see him again, but it never hurt to have a few studs she could call on in an emergency.

As Beth drove home the glory of the fucking she'd done began to fade. There was something about picking up these young guys that was unsatisfying. Sure, they could fuck like champs, but Beth needed something else. So far she hadn't been able to figure out what it was.

The next morning when her son came into the kitchen, Beth blushed. She always wondered whether Tom realized what she did when she stayed out late.

"Good morning," she said cheerfully.

"Good morning," Tom said, less cheerfully.

Summer vacation had just started, so Beth would see a lot of her son for the next few months. She was glad, but it meant that she would have to watch her step. No more sitting in the living room, rubbing off and watching soap operas all afternoon.

"What are you going to do today?" Beth asked her boy.

"Going fishing with Jack," he replied.

"Well, bring home some fish and we'll have them for dinner."

Tom wolfed down his breakfast, made a few sandwiches to take along, grabbed his fishing pole and was off.

After cleaning up the dishes, Beth found herself back in bed. It wasn't long before her finger was in her twat, rubbing her clit.

Tom met his buddy Jack near the fire station. It wasn't a long walk from there to their favorite spot on the creek for fishing.

"My morn didn't come home 'til about two last night," Tom said. "I'll bet she fucked her brains out."

"If I were a little older I'd fuck her," Jack said. "She's really dynamite."

"Yeah, sometimes I think I'd fuck her myself if I had the chance," Tom said.

"Really? Fuck your own mother?"

"Sometimes I feel so horny I could," Tom said.

"Yeah I guess I'd fuck my own mother toe, if she looked like yours," Jack agreed. "Have you ever seen her naked?"

"Yeah, but not in a long time," Tom said. "It seems that just when I really wanted to see her naked she started closing her bedroom door."

The boys waked off the road to cut through a field. Beyond, the willows that lined the creek could be seen.

"Shit, it looks like somebody has our spot," Tom said, noticing someone moving among the hanging willow branches.

"Huh? We… we can fish by the bend downstream," Jack said.

"Yeah," Tom agreed.

"Hey," Jack said suddenly. "Is that somebody naked, or am I imagining things?"

Tom peered through the willow branches. He could see someone, but from a quarter-mile away it was hard to tell if he or she was naked or not. However, if the person wasn't naked he or she was wearing skin-colored clothes.

Automatically, the boys began to walk toward the person at their fishing spot. Soon it became clear that there was more than one person there, and one of them had long hair it was a chick!

When the boys were closer they could see a dark crease down the asses of the pair that had stolen their fishing hole.

"They are naked," Jack said. "And that one on the left is definitely a chick!"

"Yeah," Tom breathed. "Let's go up here a way and cross the stream. Then we can get a good view from the other bank."

The boys went to a spot where they could walk across the creek and hopped from rock to rock, then ducked out of sight. By that time they were shaking with excitement of catching a glimpse of a genuine naked woman.

On the opposite bank the boys began to creep toward the naked people, but kept themselves hidden in the willows and low bushes. Before they caught sight of the people they could hear them laughing. It sounded like a girl and a guy.

Finally the boys crouched in the bushes, peeking out at the naked people. A guy a few years older than they were and a chick about their age were standing on the bank.

"Look at those knockers!" Tom whispered.

"Yeah, I'm looking," Jack said.

The girl had big and firm tits. On the tip of each was a pink nipple. Under her belly there was a cute nest of dark-brown hair. She had a pretty face and curly blonde link hanging over her shoulders, but the boys hardly noticed those features. "That lucky guy," Jack said about the boy standing next to the chick.

"Why doesn't he fuck her?" Tom asked. "That's what I would be doing."

As they watched, the girl took a step toward the water, then stuck her toes in.

The boys heard her make a shivering sand they knew that the water was cold this time of year.

The naked boy gabbed the girl by the arm and pushed her toward the water, but he didn't let go of her: he only wanted to scare her. The hiding boys heard her squeal in fear.

The naked girl jumped back. Her tits quivered as she lumped, and Tom and Jack gasped at the sight of her bouncing globes.

Then the boy took his girlfriend in his arms and kissed her deeply.

"Oh, God," Tom whispered. "What I'd give to be in his place!"

"Yeah, me too," Jack whispered.

The girl wiggled out of the boy's embrace, and the hiding boys could see that she left the guy with a stiff prick.

"Look, the guy's got a hard-on." Jack said.

"So have I, and I'm only watching." Tom admitted.

The girl went toward the water again, but this time she walked right in. When she got in up to her knees she dove forward.

Tom and Jack watched as her naked form came toward them beneath the surface of the clear water. They could see her wide ass touch the surface. Then she popped up, her tits floating in front of her.

The boy jumped into the water and swam to the girl's side. His hand came out of the water and he pushed the girl's head under. She swam away under water, surfacing several yards away.

"Look at the way her tits float," Jack whispered.

"I wish I were a fish right now," Tom said. "I'd swim right up her cunt."

The boy and girl were now standing in the water, face to face. They kissed again. The peeking boys could see her tits flattening on the boy's chest.