Brian Laver - Hot to trot mother

"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n," Mrs. Black squealed through clamped teeth.

Then she stopped Ted's hips. She pulled her cunt from the spike that had impaled it. The wet, sticky spike began deflating.

"Ted, honey," she sighed. "That was nice!"

Ted was still gasping with the fantastic experience, but his teacher seemed completely relaxed. Her face was glowing; she looked like an angel.

As Mrs. Black pulled her panties from her blouse and stepped into them, Ted pushed his shrunken prick into his pants.

"Now you're not to tell anyone about this," Mrs. Black said in matter-of-fact tones. "We can do it again. But only if you don't tell."

"No, I won't tell," Ted said.

But he said that mechanically. He still couldn't think straight.

Mrs. Black had her panties pulled up and her skirt straightened out. She ran her hands over her blouse, smoothing it. Then she ran her fingers through her hair.

"It really was wonderful," she said to Ted, then kissed him quickly.

In another second she was gone. But Ted heard her voice as she said hello to Clara, a girl in Ted's class. And Ted had been surprised at how casually Mrs. Black's voice sounded no one could have guessed that she'd just been fucking.

"Hi, Ted," a voice said.

Ted looked at the edge of the shelf and saw Clara.

"Is anything wrong?" she asked suddenly. "You look strange."

Ted realized that he must look as though he'd been hit by a truck. At least that's the way he felt.

"No, no," he said quickly. "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Uh, see you, Clara."

Ted got away from the girl and left the library. He took a roundabout route home so he wouldn't run into anyone else.

He had to clear his head. He just got fucked, and already he could hardly remember what it had been like. As he walked, he tried to remember every second he'd been with Mrs. Black.

But one thing he wouldn't forget was the glory of fucking. Now at least he knew what he'd been deprived of for so long.

Fucking all those boys in the motorcycle gang kept Rose from getting horny for almost two days. After that, she began jerking off again; also, her lascivious thoughts returned to her son.

Rose noticed that Ted was acting strangely lately.

But she didn't know that he had gotten fucked and was trying to recall the experience.

Ted would lie in bed, concentrating on his first fuck. It had come out of the blue, hitting him like a stray lightning bolt.

But getting fucked didn't cure Ted's horniness for long. Like his mother, he was relieved of his burden of horniness for a few days. After that, he felt more desperate than ever.

Actually, now Ted was constantly thinking about fucking. Since he couldn't recall important things about his fuck, he spent all his time wondering about them.

For instance, how far had his prick reached up Mrs. Black's cunt? And how would it look if he could have seen his prick pistoning in that cave? Ted knew that Mrs. Black had come, he'd seen her in ecstasy. But when did she start coming? How long did it last?

So even after both mother and son had broadened their sexual horizons, they were back in the morass of desperate longing.

Rose decided to go to Jim's for a quick fuck. If he mentioned marriage she would ignore him. But she needed to feel his prick inside her again.

But every time she called, his line was busy. There didn't seem to be anything left to do but go right over there.

By the time Rose got to Jim's door she was panting in heat. Her cunt was leaking hot juice down her thighs. If she ever needed a fucking it was now!

But when the door opened Rose had a rude shock. For instead of Jim, she was met by another woman.

At first Rose felt like running, but she still had hope. Maybe this woman was just a friend.

"Hi," the woman at the door said with a smile.

"Is Jim here?" Rose asked.

"No, he had to go to the office," the woman said. "Are you Rose?"

Rose was crushed with disappointment. But she was still curious, especially since this chick knew her name.

"Yes, I'm Rose. Who are you?"

"I'm Gail, Jim's sister," the woman said.

"Of course, I should have known," Rose said with a smile. "Jim's mentioned you."

Rose was relieved to find that the girl wasn't a new girl friend of Jim's. But she was more than relieved. She was suddenly pierced by a sword of perverted greed.

Jim had mentioned his sister, and what he'd said was that she was a lesbian. Rose remembered how that news had interested her. She had always found lesbians interesting. Now, though, with her cunt crying out for attention, Rose found that being confronted with this lesbian chick was a real thrill. Her imagination began to soar.

"Would you like to come in?" Gail asked. "I've heard so much about you, I feel I know you already."

"I'd love to," Rose said as she stepped into the apartment.

Rose never thought a lesbian could turn her on, but in her great need for sex, she found her heart pounding and her nipples gathering into hard knots.

Besides, Gail was gorgeous. She was small, almost a head shorter than Rose. But her tits were large and firm. And under Gail's blouse they showed with their up-turned cuteness.

Rose knew that she was staring blatantly. It wasn't polite, but she couldn't help herself. Rose wanted to let Gail know that she was excited. Staring at Gail was the only way she could have done that.

Gail didn't get embarrassed by Rose's gawking. Rather, she began showing off. As she asked Rose if she would like a cup of coffee, Gail tugged the bottom of her blouse down so her tits would show even more than they already were. And when Rose said she would like a cup of coffee. Gail wiggled out of the room with her ass switching back and forth.

Alone in the living room, Rose began pacing back and forth.

Would Gail make a pass at her? She wondered. Rose couldn't admit to herself that she would welcome a pass. Still, just having a lesbian so close was making Rose's passion multiply.

Before long, Rose was wondering what it would be like to be a lesbian. Would she like to eat a pussy? Would it be fun to kiss and caress tits?

When Gail came back with two cups of coffee, Rose was so wild with passion she could hardly speak. When she took the coffee from Gail, her hand shook and she spilled hot coffee on her arm.

"Ow-w-w," Rose said as she brushed the hot coffee from her.

Rose managed to put the cup down without spilling all of it.

"Oh, are you all right?" Gail asked and took Rose's burned arm in her hand.

The lesbian's, touch on her arm sent a current of electric lust directly to Rose's cunt.

Rose still refused to admit to herself that if Gail wanted her she would give herself gladly. But it was getting very difficult to ignore the sexual need coursing through her.

"I'm okay," Rose said about the burn. "I don't know why I'm so clumsy, though."

When they were both seated and sipping their coffee, Rose began to suspect that Gail was looking at her with more than passing interest. But that was to be expected, considering how Rose had been staring at Gail's tits.

"What has my brother told you about me?" Gail asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Rose said, trying to sound nonchalant. "He said you taught school. And that you quit to become an artist. And that you live out west."

"Is that all lie told you?" Gail asked rather pointedly.

Rose swallowed hard. She felt foolish about not mentioning that Jim had mentioned that his sister was a lesbian. After all, they were both sophisticated adults. And there was nothing shameful about being a lesbian, especially in these modem days. So Rose decided to call a spade a spade, to be perfectly frank.

"He also said you were a… a… a…" Rose stammered.