Brian Laver: Horny mother

As Tom began slowing his pumping hand Beth began easing her finger-thrusts. Her lust was draining away, but she was still feeling lustful enough to wish that she could lick the come from her son's belly. She kept peering through the keyhole until Tom's prick lay limp, then stood and tiptoed to her room.

Beth stood in front of her mirror and watched herself lick the cunt-juice from her fingers. Her body still tingled from her climax, and her head reeled from the excitement of what she'd seen.

"You perverted bitch," she whispered to her reflection in the mirror, but she couldn't help smiling at herself she knew something was going to have to give because she couldn't bear this horniness much longer.

Before the tingling in her cunt stopped, Beth decided that she'd better go out that evening. She would need the real thing after watching her son jerk off.

Tom spent most of that night jerking off. The memory of what he had seen at the creek stayed with him and drove him on to a jerk-off marathon.

Jerking off all night didn't cure his horny rage. The next day Tom set out to get what he could from any chick he could find.

He walked over to the playground, but it was too early for any of the girls to gather there. He went to the coffee shop and there spotted Sue and Gail.

Tom had once necked with Sue in the movie theater. She was a good kisser, but she never let him grab her tits. Gail had a reputation as a cock-teaser. Tom knew he didn't have much of a chance with either girl, but had promised himself earlier that he would try anything.

He froze when he saw them though. Since he felt obliged to make a stab at fucking one of them, he walked to where they were sitting, but when he got there he was almost too nervous to speak.

"Hi, Tom," Gail said.

"Hi," he said, standing near their booth.

"Hi, Tom," Sue said cheerily. "Sit down."

"Thanks," Tom said. Tom sat next to Sue so he could keep his eyes on Gail. Gail had the biggest tits in the school, and she liked to show them off. Today she was wearing a tight jersey without a bra, and her mammoth tits stuck out proudly on her chest.

Tom knew it wasn't too cool to let his eyes rest on her jugs, but when he stared at them he saw the nipples stiffen against the jersey.

"What's the matter, Tom?" Gail asked. "Haven't you seen tits before?"

Tom wasn't at all prepared for such a blunt comment, but welcomed it just the same after all, he wasn't going to get anywhere by being shy.

"Not like yours," he said, looking Gail in the eyes for the first time.

They all laughed. The ice was broken, but Tom knew he still had a long way to go before getting fucked.

They all talked and giggled. It was a lot of fun to sit around with two sexy chicks, but Tom didn't let himself forget what he was after. Finally Sue said she was going to the ladies' room.

"I'll go with you," Gail said.

Tom stood up to let Sue out of the booth, but caught Gail by the wrist as she rose to follow.

"Why don't you stay here?" he said to her. "I want to talk to you. Besides, why do you girls always have to go to the bathroom together?"

Gail sat down again. She was smiling, waiting to see what Tom had to say. Sue shrugged her shoulders and left.

"You're blushing," Gail said.

Tom wished she wouldn't make this so difficult for him. He considered leaving, but his prick was hard and he was determined.

"I want to tell you how sexy you are," Tom said. "Let's go somewhere where we can be alone."

"What about Sue?" Gail asked.

"What about her? Tell her you're going with me," Tom said.

"You're sweet, Tom," Gail said. "But I can't just ditch Sue. Besides, we have plans to go shopping for some clothes."

Now that he had started his pitch, Tom felt more relaxed. It didn't look like he was going to get anywhere with Gail, but he felt good about asking, and he continued.

"But you can go shopping later," he offered.

"No, really, we have to go now," Gail said.

"Then meet me later," Tom implored. "How about after dinner? We can go over to the park."

"I don't think so," Gail said. "But I'll be at the movies on Saturday. I'll sit with you if you want."

"But we can't do anything in the movies," Tom said.

Gail laughed. "Tom, I always thought you were shy."

"I'm not shy any more," he said. "And I want to fuck you."

"O-o-o-o," Gail said happily. "You should know I don't do that."

By that time, Sue had returned and sat down. The girls glanced at each other and said they had to be going.

Tom was glad when they were gone. It had been fun trying to talk Gail into fucking him, and he knew that she was telling Sue all about it at that very moment.

Tom knew he would lose his reputation for being shy, but he was hornier than ever. As he sat there with his empty Coke glass he wondered what else he could do to solve his problem.

Then Joyce came into the coffee shop. He watched her walk to the counter and sit down. At first Tom didn't even consider Joyce to be a possible fuck. After all, no one he had ever met claimed to have even kissed her, and she never showed up at the movie theater.

But Tom began to wonder about the possibilities anyway. She wasn't really cute, and she was slightly heavy. It wouldn't do his reputation any good to be seen with her.

What the hell, though, Tom thought. She's a girl; she's got a cunt.

Before he knew what he was doing Tom found himself walking to the counter. He sat next to Joyce, his eyes on her big tits.

"Oh, hi, Tom," she said when she noticed him.

"Hi," Tom said.

Joyce had been in one of Tom's classes, so they talked about school and some of the kids they knew.

Tom liked talking to Joyce. He couldn't see why she wasn't popular, and he was beginning to feel excited about the possibility of getting something from her.

As far as Tom knew, no one had ever tried to fuck Joyce; she was of an unknown quality. Tom felt like an explorer in some remote part of the world.

When Joyce finished her ice cream, Tom asked her to go for a walk. She agreed.

As they paid their bills Tom adjusted the lump in his pants so he could walk comfortably. He led her toward the creek where he and Jack had seen the fucking couple. Soon they were walking though fields of tall grass where they could lie down and not be seen.

But how do I make the switch from strolling to necking? Tom thought. He didn't want to use the same technique on Joyce that he'd used on Gail, and not only because it hadn't worked. Joyce was a different type, Tom knew, so she had to be handled differently.

He decided that taking her hand would be the first step. He looked at her hand swinging by her side. What would she think if he took her hand suddenly? Tom wondered. He decided that would be the best way to let her know what was on his mind, but he delayed, it wasn't that easy.

"Let's walk over to the creek," Joyce suggested. "Yeah, okay," Tom said. He was still glancing at her hand, and suddenly decided to reach for it.

With all his courage gathered, he took the swinging hand.

As soon as Tom felt Joyce's cool hand in his, he was given a surprise. Joyce not only let him hold her hand, but she held his hand eagerly, her finger intertwining with his. She looked at him with a warm smile.

Tom was flabbergasted, this was almost toe easy! Of course he hadn't gotten anywhere yet, but so far he couldn't have asked for more. Since she was letting him hold her hand, Tom figured she would at bent kiss him.

They arrived at the creek and sat down on the bank. Tom hadn't loosened his grip on her hand, and Joyce was still holding his hand as tightly as ever.

Tom hadn't thought of a thing to say since he'd taken Joyce's hand. Since he was so eager to try his luck he simply turned his face to Joyce and leaned toward her.