Brian Laver - Horny mother

Joyce was responding! She clung to Tom's neck as though her life depended on it. Her hips pumped and writhed, and in her sexy motion her tits wobbled and rolled on her chest.

Tom lifted his face from hers to get a glimpse of a chick in heat. He saw Joyce's lustful expression and the way her tits danced, but she pulled his face into the nape of her neck as though she didn't want to be seen in her tit of passion.

"Oh, Tom, Tom," Joyce cried hoarsely. "It feels so GOOD!"

The girl's words made Tom proud of himself. "I've never been so excited," he admitted breathlessly.

That was true – too true. Just as Tom drilled her cunt with his finger his prick was being rubbed between his belly and the cotton of his shorts as Joyce's hip wiggled violently against him.

It was just too much for Tom to have his prick undergo that sort of stimulation as excited as he was, and although he began to feel the joy of an imminent orgasm he didn't take it as a warning.

"Uh-h-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h-h," he began grunting.

When he realized what was happening it was already too late. Even if he had wanted to he couldn't have pulled his throbbing crotch away horn Joyce's thrashing hip in time.

Suddenly, Tom was in the grip of pure ecstasy. His long middle finger kept stirring the juice in Joyce's twat, but his mind was short-circuiting with climactic rapture.

Only when Tom had passed the peak of his joy and felt the hot wetness bathing his prick did he fully realize what had happened.

It seemed that Joyce knew what happened too. Suddenly Tom felt terrible. He had come in his pants on the verge of getting fucked.

Now he pulled his crotch from Joyce's side and looked down at himself. Joyce looked too. There was a huge wet spot on his jeans, and there was a smaller wet spot on Joyce's side.

"Wow, you really must have been hot," Joyce said understandingly.

"Yeah," Tom said. "I got some of it on your pants. I'm sorry."

"That's okay," Joyce said. "But please keep fingering me!"

Tom had stopped moving his finger around in Joyce's cunt when he came, but his finger was still lying in the grip of her tunnel. Like a real trooper, Tom began massaging the interior of her twat again. Joyce immediately began writhing again.

"Don't look at me!" she said as she tried to pull Tom's face down beside hers.

"But I want to," he protested. "You look so nice!"

Joyce relented and let Tom watch her in the throes of sexual passion. He'd never seen anything like it.

"O-o-o-o-o!" Joyce squealed.

Tom saw her lift her shoulders from the ground as she curled up in ecstasy, but when he felt the tunnel of her cunt tightening with spasms on his finger Tom was really amazed. She was coming, and it was his own finger that was causing it!

Tom watched in awe as Joyce came. Her face was tightly knotted in an expression of extreme lust. She let a high-pitched squeal escape from her open mouth, and her body shivered crazily.

Then her dint stopped contracting and she relaxed. In fact she seemed to melt in. Tom's embrace.

"Oh, that was nice," she said…

Tom pulled his finger from her cave, but he kept his hand on the fuzzy mound of her cunt. "Do you ever do that to yourself?" he asked.

Joyce looked at him for a few seconds before nodding.

Tom was glad to know that a chick had to masturbate too. "Gee, I'm a mess," Tom said, looking down at his pants again. "How can I even walk home like this?"

"I'll walk with you," Joyce said. "If we see anyone we know, I'll stand between you and them."

Tom was glad she was being so helpful, and again he wondered why he hadn't thought of asking Joyce out long before this.

The cooling jism in his pants felt terrible, but before long Tom and Joyce had reached his house.

"Can we go back to the creek tomorrow?" he asked.

"I'd love to," Joyce said. "But I'm leaving for camp. I won't be home until August."

The news was very disappointing for Tom. "Let's go out tonight then," he said.

"I can't," Joyce said. "My parents are taking me out to dinner."

Tom knew then that he had blown his chance. "But I'll be looking forward to seeing you when I get home from camp," Joyce said.

"Yeah," Tom said.

They stood there for a few seconds. Tom wanted to kiss her, but he was afraid his mother might see. He didn't want her asking about this girl.

They said goodbye, and as Joyce walked down the street Tom felt as far from getting fucked as ever.

But he had fingered her, and he'd seen her come; that was something.

As he walked into the house he happened to scratch his nose, and the discovery that the odor of Joyce's cunt was still fresh on his finger made him so excited he ran to his room and jerked off.

Now that Beth was wild with the image of her son's jerking off, and Tom was reliving the finger-fucking he gave Joyce, mother and son were both sizzling with horniness.

Whenever they were in the same room they would stare at each other's bodies with unconcealed interest. Tom even went so far as to drop his fork at dinner, then duck under the table to retrieve it only to take a peek at his mother's crotch in the dim light under her skirt. Of course he couldn't see much under those circumstances, but it was the kinky pleasure of doing something so weird that excited him.

Beth was no better. She constantly watched her son's crotch, and when Tom got a good view of his mother's tits swaying in her blouse Beth would be treated to the sight of his cock swelling under the material of his pants.

And so it went with mother and son hiding their lust from each other while secretly longing for the glory of each other's bodies.

While admiring each other each continued to vent their passion in the usual ways. Beth would go out and pick up young guys, and Tom would look at his magazines and jerk off.

Although Tom had washed his hand after fingering Joyce he still had his memory of the odor to excite him.

Beth was finding, however, that the young studs she was picking up were satisfying her less and less. Even when she found a guy with an especially large cock or some special skill, she would be disappointed. She hungered for something else, something more.

One night she went to a local singles' bar with her girlfriend Peggy. Since Peggy was, at least as wild as Beth, it was assured that they would wind up with some action.

Peggy spotted a couple of young guys who looked eager, but Beth liked some other boys. They argued over which guys to choose.

"I'm looking at one of them right now," Peggy said as he smiled across the room. "And he's smiling back."

"Yeah, but his friend looks dull," Beth said. "But look at the three guys over there; they've been looking at us."

"Well, I'm going to see if I can lure this kid over here to ask me to dance," Peggy said.

Sure enough, before long the boy Peggy had been smiling at came over and asked her to dance.

Beth watched her friend dancing with the teen. She looked great, but Beth wasn't jealous; they were best friends, and Beth was confident of her own sex appeal.

True, Peggy was the better dancer. Beth couldn't help wishing that she could dance as well.

Peggy was wearing a ridiculously low-cut dress, and when she danced her tits did a dance of their own. Peggy's tight dress showed off her ass perfectly, and it was a sensational ass. Although she didn't admit it, Beth was even turned on by it.

Soon one of the boys Beth had her eye on came over and asked her to dance. She accepted happily. As Beth danced she kept giving the guy sexy smiles. He couldn't keep his eyes off her tits, because Beth was also wearing a very low neckline that showed the overflowing tops of her tits. They shimmered as she shook her body to the music.