Brian Laver - Hot to trot mother

During all this, Ted remained paralyzed. But when he felt Mrs. Black throw her arms around him and pull him to her, the stricken boy began to come to life.

He let go of his prick and let it sink into the scratchy wool skirt that covered Mrs. Black's belly. At first he just held his hands to his sides. But when he felt her tits pressing firmly into his chest, he reached around her, filling his hands with her ass.

"Oh, Ted, you scared me," Mrs. Black gasped. "All those books suddenly falling. Bit odd."

Ted's head was swimming. After all, he'd been dreaming of being in this position with his homeroom teacher. But he never thought it would happen, especially under these circumstances.

Ted could feel Mrs. Black's ass compressing under his squeezing fingers. Her tits were hot against his chest. But best of all was his naked, hard prick throbbing against her belly.

Then Mrs. Black's mouth was on his own. Her lips were open and her tongue was wagging. Ted kissed her back, though he still couldn't believe what was happening.

Ted wanted to grab one of her tits, but somehow he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. After all, this woman was his teacher.

Ted didn't have a chance to grab her tits anyhow, for after a short but deep kiss Mrs. Black sank to her knees.

This was almost too much for the boy to bear. Having his hard cock wagging in his homeroom teacher's face almost made him turn and run.

But of course he didn't. Probably he couldn't even if he tried. For Mrs. Black soon had him in a tight grip, and her grip was around his prick and balls.

Ted looked down. He could see one of her hands holding his prick just as she had held it. Her other hand came up under his balls until she was supporting those heavy nuts in her palm. She was staring at his leaping prick-knob as it twitched a few inches from Mrs. Black's nose.

Ted shivered. He was hotter than he'd ever been. And he was overwhelmed with these strange circumstances.

Suddenly, Ted felt his prick being bathed in seething wetness. Although he saw Mrs. Black's head lunge forward, it didn't register until he felt his prick being sucked on vigorously.

Here he was in the library, getting a blow job. Could it really be happening?

Ted reached out to grab the shelves for support. He was shaking so furiously several more books tumbled to the floor around him and the woman kneeling before him.

Ted couldn't tell what was happening to his prick. All he knew was that it had never been treated to a thrilling sensation.

Then it stopped. Ted's prick felt cold as Mrs. Black's mouth was taken from it.

Looking down again, Ted saw his teacher turn her head from side to side. She seemed to be listening and looking. Ted did likewise. But the only sounds he could hear were the pounding of his heart and his panting breath.

Then Mrs. Black stood. For a moment, Ted was afraid it was all over.

But Mrs. Black suddenly lifted her skirt. Ted looked down at her crotch. The nylon covered mound that he'd been straining to see under her skirt was now revealed. And he could see that he had been right when noting that she had a plump cunt. And looking down at her crotch gave Ted an even better view of the way her panties dipped into her gash.

But there was no reason to guess how her twat would look unveiled. For the next second, Mrs. Black grabbed her underpants and pulled them down.

As she stepped out of that tiny garment, Ted stared at her tangle of black hair. He hadn't seen pubic hair that was so long and bushy before. But he knew that the crack hidden in it was juicy: the hot odor was already reaching his nostrils.

Mrs. Black shoved her panties into her blouse at the waist of her skirt. Ted, in his dizzy passion, realized that she knew just what she was doing. After all, it someone came along suddenly, they wouldn't have much time to hide their kinky game.

Then Mrs. Black stepped up to the boy again. Again she threw her arms around him. But now her skirt was up around her waist, and Ted could feel his cock pressing into bare skin. His balls hung at her bristling cunt-curls and were tickled by them.

They kissed again. And now Ted didn't hesitate to fill his hands with her tits.

Although Mrs. Black was wearing a bra, Ted could tell that her tits were supple and firm. And the bra didn't hide the fact that her nipples were erect.

Mrs. Black slipped her hand between their bellies. Ted felt her fingers circling his prick again. Then Mrs. Black shoved the cock down into the tangle of her pubic carpet.

Ted tried to concentrate on what his rod was experiencing. He could feel the hairs sliding over it and the grip of Mrs. Black's thighs. Then it seemed that he could feel the plump, soft lips of her twat resting on his bone, but he couldn't be sure.

Then Mrs. Black stepped back. She rested her back against the shelves and raised one foot to the opposite shelf.

"Fuck me, Ted!" she said in a voice that Ted had never heard in the classroom.

He stepped up to her, watching his prick move to the thick bush of hair.

Ted reached her crotch with his fingers and prick-tip simultaneously. Mrs. Black took his prick into her hand.

As Ted spread her cunt lips with his fingers, he could feel how wet and slippery her snatch was. Holding her loose lips open, he tried to insert the bucking tip of his dong into the tunnel that was drooling over his fingers.

But it was Mrs. Black's hand that actually guided Ted's cock into her. He was eager and willing, but in his uncontrolled lust, Ted would never have been able to thread that needle by himself.

As soon as he felt his cockhead in her envelope of slippery heat, though, he gave his hips a push. His prick slid into Mrs. Black's tight twat.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," she grunted at the force of Ted's thrust.

Ted was breathless. With his prick buried to the hilt in that well of satin caresses, he was out of his mind.

"Hey, not so hard," Mrs. Black said as the shelf she was leaning against began to sway.

Mrs. Black grabbed Ted's hips and tried to get him pumping in a rhythmic manner. Although she did manage to slow him somewhat, she couldn't overcome his animal eagerness.

Ted was only aware of the exquisite sensation his prick was being treated to in the soupy grip of his teacher's love-pit.

Each thrust of his prick was a revelation to the boy. This is what he'd been longing for. And flow be knew that he never even knew how glorious it would be when he finally got his reward.

He was only slightly aware of the gasping and sighing that were being muffled on his neck as Mrs. Black tried to keep her sounds of joy secret. He felt her hands gripping his ass as though in a dream.

The only reality for Ted at that moment was his prick sliding in the hot and tender lining of Mrs. Black's pussy.

Then Ted was crying out with rapture.

"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h, uh-h-h, m-m-m-m-f-f-f," he groaned until he was gagged by his teacher's hand over his mouth.

He had never come like this before. Every time his cock spasmed, sending huge gobs of jism into Mrs. Black's cunt, Ted was convulsed with bliss.

As his orgasm began to fade, Ted became aware of his teacher's ecstasy. She was making strange sounds deep in her throat. Her fingers were clawing at Ted like an eagle's talons.

At first he couldn't see her face because it was buried in his neck. But now Mrs. Black had thrown her head back. Ted recognized the same expression that he'd seen on his mother's face when he peeked at her through the bathroom window.

Mrs. Black was still holding Ted by the hips. She was keeping him moving back and forth. Ted tried to keep pumping his prick. But after coming, his cock felt ticklish.

Seeing his teacher in her fit of ecstasy, though, Ted did his best to give her a good orgasm.

Ted's prick had begun to soften. Mrs. Black's cunt began gripping it in spasms, though, and that kept the rod hard.