Brian Laver: Horny mother

Beth James, her moist cunt twitching in anticipation, sipped her drink and listened as the young man talked about his sports car. She wasn't the least bit interested in the car that she had followed over to his apartment, but she didn't want to seem bored.

After all, at thirty-six she knew how to handle these young guys. As soon as she had spotted him in the bar she felt that familiar tingling in her cunt that told her she'd found a live one.

Of course the guy thought he had picked her up, but that was all part of her plan. Very often Beth wished she could be more aggressive. If she were a man with a hot chick within reach, she would be fucking her brains out.

"Uh, Bill…" she said at last, interrupting his dialogue about the car.

"Bob," he corrected her.

"Sorry," Beth said sweetly. "Could you get me another drink?"

"Oh, sure," he said eagerly.

Beth knew she would have to do something to hurry things along. Her crotch was soaked with hot juices and her tits were itching to be sucked, but this clod Bob was still talking about that stupid, little car of his.

Beth rearranged her legs on the couch, making sure that her skirt slid up her thigh. When she felt the cool air of the room on her wet panties she knew Bob would have a view of her nylon-encased cunt.

But when Bob brought her the drink, Beth noticed that he was pale and shaking slightly. Poor guy, she thought. She could see by the bulge in his pants that he was horny, but he was so shy.

"Sit here," Beth said to him as he handed her the drink.

That helped. Bob sat down close to Beth's simmering body. She leaned toward hint exposing her big knockers that pushed over the low neckline of her blouse.

"Gee, I must have drunk more than I thought," Beth said. "I feel really loose." To herself she added, If you don't do something soon, Bob, I'm going to go home and rub myself off!

Bob finally found the courage to put his arm around Beth's shoulders. As soon as he did, she thrust her face into his, her mouth slightly open.

Bob proved to be better at kissing than he was at seduction, Beth found as her tongue curled around his.

Beth gasped as she felt a hand on one of her huge tits. Not bad, she told herself as she felt Bob's fingers sink into the softness of her heaving tit.

At last Beth was going to get what she had set out for that evening. Ever since her husband died a few years ago, she'd been in need of more fucking tan she was able to get.

Since Beth was a terrific-looking chick, she had plenty of dates, but mere dates couldn't provide as much fucking as she required. She needed a hard cock to penetrate her cunt at least once a day – sometimes more, so she had taken to prowling the bars in search of stiff meat. Now it looked like this evening's hunting was about to pay off.

"Oh, Bob," Beth sighed. "I love the way you squeeze my tits!"

Bob kissed his way down Beth's neck, then moved his lips and tongue over her chest toward the overflowing tit-flesh. His hand forced more of her tit out of the low-cut blouse.

Beth grabbed Bob's head and buried his face into the foothills of her tits, and she trembled when Bob began fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.

"Um-m-m-m-m," Beth hummed in anticipation of the fuck that was coming.

Kissing the tops of the melons of flesh on Beth's chest, Bob started to open her blouse so he could reach the nipples that were still hiding in the blouse. When the buttons were all unfastened, he lifted his head and opened the blouse.

What he found made him gasp, and Beth smiled when she saw the young guy's expression of delight.

Because her tits sagged slightly, Beth wore a low-cut bra – the type that fit snugly and pushed the tits up. Now, since Bob handled the tits, Beth's nipples were rising over the white cups of the bra like suns rising over a mountain range.

Beth sat up suddenly and reached behind her, and her bra fell away from her tits.

"Nice tits!" Bob said.

Beth's jugs were beautiful. They drooped, but with their tremendous weight that was to be expected.

Bob scooped up a handful of tit and lifted it. Beth closed her eyes and concentrated on the joy spreading through her body.

Then Bob's head lowered again. Beth leaned back on the couch as she felt his mouth wrap around one erect nipple, while Bob took her other nipple between his fingers.

"Oh-h-h-h," Beth sighed with passion.

She ran her fingers through Bob's hair and let her skirt sag open. She knew that her skirt was hiked almost up to her crotch, and realized that Bob could see how her cunt was waiting.

Sure enough, Bob put his hand on her thigh as he continued sucking one tit. Beth's body tensed as she felt his fingers touch sensitive fish. After all, her thighs were the highways to her pussy!

Beth let her legs open farther as Bob's fingers began creeping toward the junction of her legs where her juicy cunt awaited.

Bob was proving to be a competent tit-sucker. He had Beth's huge and stiff nipples sucked into his mouth, and was flicking his tongue over it.

"You can really suck a tit beautifully," Beth whispered hoarsely.

"Thanks," Bob said as his mouth moved from one tit to the other. By this time Bob's fingers had arrived at the soaking crotch of Beth's undies. He pressed against the wet material, feeling the gaping slit of her flowing cunt.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," Beth moaned in a tit of lust.

Then Bob fucked his finger into the wet sheath that protected Beth's cunt. The spread twat was waiting for Bob's fingers to enter, but Bob merely ran his fingertips up and down the outer lips.

Nevertheless, Bob's experienced hands were making Beth squirm with profound passion. Although she was dying of lust, Beth appreciated a guy who knew how to go slowly.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Bob said.

"Yeah-h-h-h," Beth moaned.

Bob stood, showing Beth how huge the lump in his pants had grown. Beth took her tits into her hands as she followed him into the bedroom.

As soon as they were in sight of Bob's big bed, they both began stripping off their clothes. Beth's bra was still hanging from her shoulders in her opened blouse, but in less than a second she wiggled out of those garments.

Smiling at the way Beth's tits shook, Bob quickly undressed. Beth could see that he had a slim and muscular body, but she was eager to see his cock. Was it as big as it seemed as it throbbed in his pants?

When Beth bent over to pull down her skirt, her tits hung low. Then she stood to grab her bikini underpants, and her tits leaped up, quivered, then drooped again as she bent to push down her underpants.

With those quick motions, Beth's tits had put on a complete show for Bob's eager eyes.

Now Bob pulled down his pants and underpants together. When the waistband of his pants passed his crotch, his huge cock sprang out.

"What a beautiful prick," Beth gasped in awe.

It was true; Bob's prick was big, and it pointed right up at Beth's face, its wide head bobbing with every beat of Bob's heart.

Beth automatically took a step toward Bob. Her hand reached out as though she was going to shake his hand, but she grabbed his prick instead.

"Wow, it's jerking so powerfully!" Beth said as her fingers gripped the fat rod.

Bob grabbed one of her tits and kissed ha roughly.

Beth ran her hand down the shaft of the cock until she felt his pendulous balls. She let go of the cock long enough to lift his balls in the palms of her hand.

Then she began fingering his prick again. She loved compressing the spongy head in her hand, then feeling it inflate again as she released her grip.

Holding Beth close, Bob reached around her back and grabbed a handful of her ass. Like her tits, Beth's ass was slightly saggy, but it sagged with a gorgeous, sexy curve.