Brian Laver: Horny mother

During dinner he couldn't look at his mother without imagining her in the scene at the creek, and could barely swallow his dinner. He knew his mother was fucking guys, and now Tom knew hot it would look like if he could see his mother under some guy's thrusting hips.

Every atom of Tom's body was horny, and sitting across the table from his mother made it worse. Yes, he would fuck her, his own mother, if he had the chance.

"You've hardly touched your dinner," Beth said when Tom got up from the table.

"I guess I'm just not hungry," he said. "I'm going to my room." There was some thing about the boy that made Beth's cunt contract as he spoke. Maybe it was the way he looked at the vee of exposed flesh at her chest.

Beth fell a wave of desire when Tom left the room. She knew her boy was horny, even more horny than she, but she hadn't realized how much the boy's horniness was fueling her own lust.

Somehow – maybe it was motherly intuition – Beth knew why her son was going to his room. She knew that the boy jerked off frequently. She'd found the stains on his sheets, and she'd even heard his bed creaking with the bouncing of his body as he jerked off in the quiet house at night.

Although she'd never admitted it to herself Beth's cunt would moisten when she heard those tell-tale noises. By the time Tom was covering the back of his hand with his jism his mother would be writhing in ecstasy, her fingers stuffed into her cunt.

But now Beth felt especially horny. The thought of Tom jerking off alone in his room made her cunt cry with slippery tears of passion.

Still not admitting to herself what she was planning, Beth walked as quietly as she could to her own room.

The walk led her past her son's door. The door was closed, but light streamed through the keyhole like a star on a dark night. When Beth realized what she might see through that aperture her cunt twitched and she caught her breath.

Beth stopped outside the door, frozen with lust. She slowly lifted her hands to her tits, squeezing them tightly as she listened through the door.

Above the sound of her pounding heart Beth thought she could hear the rustling of clothing, but that sort of sound was too vague. Then the clink of a loosened belt buckle came to her ears.

That was enough to overcome her reluctance to peek through the keyhole. Although Beth felt cheap and perverted for doing so, she bent her knees and knelt at the door. Bringing her face to the keyhole, she peered through it.

It took a few seconds for her eye to focus, but when it did Beth was rewarded for her perverted behavior.

The view through the keyhole was all that Beth could hope for. She could see Tom lying on his side, propped up on one elbow on his bed. With one hand he was fumbling with his fly, and his belt was unfastened.

Beth struggled to keep her panting quiet as she was filled with outrageous passion.

Tom seemed to be looking at something lying on the bed, and Beth knew what it was. When changing his sheets one day, she'd stumbled on Tom's collection of girly magazines. She'd been shocked by some of the pictures of naked women posing with gaping cunts, but she knew that those pictures were the only girls that Tom could see that way.

Now Beth was seeing her son use those magazines, and she was experiencing tremendous pleasure from the sight.

"Come on," Beth said to herself, coaxing Tom. "Pull your prick out."

As though her son had heard her thoughts, Tom fished his stiff cock out from his opened jeans.

Beth gasped, then covered her mouth and waited to see if the boy had heard her. It seemed that he hadn't, but she would have to be careful. To be caught peeking through her son's keyhole would be terribly embarrassing, to say the least. But the sight was awesome; Tom had a huge prick. As he wrapped his hand around it, Beth couldn't help wishing it were in her own hand.

Tom would hold his prick, then let go to turn a page in his magazine, then grab his prick again.

Beth couldn't help slipping a hand under her skirt. She made herself as comfortable as she could kneeling there at the keyhole, and her fingers found the soaking crotch of her panties. Then she fucked her fingers into that wet garment.

Beth had to bite her lips to keep from crying out as her finger entered the juicy folds of her cunt. This was much more exciting than the usual masturbation. The sight of her son doing the same made it fabulously exciting.

By that time Beth was holding her mouth wide open so she could breathe hard, yet quietly, and her finger was moved deep into her flowing cunt.

Suddenly Tom swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Beth felt a shiver of horror as she thought he might stop his play, but when he stood and pulled his pants down, Beth knew there was nothing to worry about.

Tom removed the rest of his clothing and stood, dressed only in a pair of socks. Beth gazed at the way his low-slung balls hung between his thighs, and at his prick, which looked even larger as he stood. She gasped as Tom grabbed his prick again, ten noticed that the boy was staring off to the side. It took her a second to realize that he was looking at himself in his mirror. That was an exciting realization far Beth, since she loved to do the same thing.

Then Tom lay down again, this time on his back. He held the skin magazine up in one hand while his other hand wrapped around his cock. He began pumping his prick.

Beth could see the fat cock-head above his pumping fist, and could see his balls jostling between his legs with the motion.

Then Beth heard the familiar creaking of bedsprings, but how much more exciting that sound was when she had the picture to go along with it!

Beth stuck two fingers up her cunt and moved them in and out, trying to follow the rhythm of Tom's pumping fist. It was impossible far Beth not to imagine herself straddling her son's hips, and she pretended that her cunt-encased fingers were the cock she was watching him pound.

The fact that her longing was incestuous didn't matter. The fact, through her growing lust nothing mattered but the pleasure she was generating within herself.

While fucking herself with one hand, Beth used the other to pull a tit out of her blouse. She kneaded her great white whale of a tit just as she knew Tom would if he had the chance.

Tom gradually increased the speed of his pumping fist, and Beth kept up the pace with her plunging fingers. Warm, slippery juice was oozing over the hand she had wedged between her thighs, and she had to struggle to keep from gasping and groaning out loud.

But Tom didn't try to keep his sounds of pleasure down. "Uh-h-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h," he gasped as he grew more excited.

Beth thrust her fingers tip her cunt and gave her clit a poke with her thumb. She watched her boy arch his back in lust, and could see the extreme pleasure his jerking off was giving him.

Beth began trembling violently as she neared her orgasm. Through the keyhole she could see Tom trembling just as violently. The boy was about to come, and if she were going to come at the same time she would have to hurry along.

Beth began pumping her fingers faster and kept her thumb on her clit as much as possible. "Ah-h-h-h-h," she moaned in a tit of sexual bliss.

The sound was quiet enough to go unnoticed by the writhing boy. He was so engrossed in his own pleasure that he probably wouldn't notice an earthquake.

Beth let herself gasp slightly louder. It always seemed more exciting to come while making some sounds, she thought.

"O-o-o-o-o," she whined.

Just when she was on the verge of coming, Beth knew an amazing sight. Tom thrust his hips up, his hand increased in speed and his face contorted in a mask of joy. Pearly sparks began shooting from his cock.

The sight of those gobs of jism seemed to trigger Beth's climax. Letting go of her tit, she grabbed the door jamb to keep from toppling over in her dizzy passion. As she shook with ecstasy her forehead hit the doorknob a few times, but Tom didn't notice – he was still writhing.