Brian Laver - Hot to trot mother

Then Rose had a strange feeling. It took her a few minutes to admit it to herself. But she was jealous.

"Come on, I'll show you the guest room," Rose said.

"Can't we see it later?" Gail asked as she sat down at the kitchen table across from Ted.

Gail began talking to the boy, asking about school and girl friends. At first, Ted was shy, but Gail knew just how to make him feel comfortable. And soon they were laughing merrily.

"I thought you weren't interested in boys," Rose said to Gail when she got her alone in the guest room.

"Oh, I'm still interested in them," Gail said. "Especially young, good-looking ones."

"Oh," Rose said flatly.

"Say, you're not worried about me seducing your son, are you?" Gail asked. "Because if you are, I won't touch him. I just didn't think you'd mind."

Rose smiled in embarrassment. She didn't know what she thought about Gail going after her son. But she wasn't comfortable with the idea.

When Rose got away by herself she began to think things over. There was no doubt that a chick like Gail would fuck anyone she felt like, whether it was her brother's girl friend, or a lesbian lover's son.

But why should Rose care if Gail fucked Ted? After all, the poor kid was horny.

Then Rose knew why she was jealous: she wanted to fuck her son herself. And she didn't want any other chicks getting in her way.

Once she reached that conclusion, Rose felt better. For weeks now she had longed for the boy. But it took Gail to force her to admit it and make the decision.

But Rose was also racked with fear. How could she seduce her own boy? And what if he didn't want to fuck her?

But first things first, Rose told herself. Before she could do anything she would have to get Gail out of the house for a while.

But that problem was solved when Gail asked Rose if she could borrow her car. There were a few things she had to do around town, she said.

Rose gave her the keys and told her to take her time.

Now Rose was wild with her incestuous designs.

Ted was in his room, but when he heard the car pulling out of the driveway he came out.

"Where's Gail?" he asked.

Rose looked at her son with a raised eyebrow. "She'll be right back," Rose said. "Don't worry."

"I wasn't worried," Ted said. "I was just wondering."

"Do you think she's sexier than I am?" Rose asked her son.

She could see that Ted was taken by surprise by her question. But after a few seconds he let his eyes roam over his mother's body. Although Ted had been watching that sexy figure for a long time, this was the only time he didn't try to be sneaky about it.

"I don't know," he said. "You really are sexy. But so's Gail."

By that time, Gail's cunt was running with warm juice. She wanted her son so badly she could feel herself on the verge of running to him.

"Look at these tits," Gail said as she turned slightly to the side and pulled her blouse down tight over her firm boobs. "Not bad, huh?"

Now Ted was torn between embarrassment and lust. His mother had never acted this way with him before. Rut he could see her nipples poking through the blouse, and his prick was making itself visible as a lump in his pants.

"Yeah, really nice tits," he told his mother in a harsh voice that made, his horniness obvious.

"And I'm not even wearing a bra," Rose continued. "Really, I'm not. Look!"

She unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her naked tits at her son.

The boy could no longer even pretend that he was in control of himself. He stood staring at his mother's tits. With his mouth opened and his lower jaw hanging to his chest, his prick began to throb visibly under the taut material of his jeans.

Rose merely stood there holding her blouse open. Her white tits with their brown nipples puckered into mouth-watering gumdrops pointed at the boy.

But Rose couldn't go on with this sleazy seduction. Despite her raging, incestuous greed, Rose was too ashamed of herself.

Suddenly, she wrapped her blouse around her tits. Her head hung down, and her face wrinkled in a grimace of shame.

"Oh, Ted, I'm sorry," she said in a voice about to break into tears.

Then she turned and ran to her room.

Ted didn't know what was going on. And he couldn't think straight. But he knew he couldn't let this incident stop at this point. He followed his mother, finding her face down on her bed.

In his confusion, Ted's prick began to deflate. But the sight of his mother's tits was a lasting experience.

Ted went to his mother's bed and sat on the edge. When Rose felt the mattress sink she tensed her body and seemed to withdraw into herself.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Ted asked softly.

"Oh, I'm so ashamed," Rose moaned. "I don't know why, but I've been having the sexiest thoughts about you. I thought I could control myself, but I guess I can't."

Ted's brain was swimming. The sight he had seen through the bathroom window, his mother jerking off, came back to him now.

"I've been having sexy thoughts about you, too," he said. "But they don't make me feel ashamed."

Rose looked up at her son. Tears were running down her cheeks. But Ted didn't notice them because her blouse was still open and her tits were visible.

Rose's nipples were no longer hard. In her reclining posture the globes of pliant flesh were sagging heavily. But they looked just as sexy as they had with pointed nipples.

"I can't help myself," Rose gasped as she wrapped an arm around her son's neck and pulled him dawn on top of her.

Ted kit his mother's huge tits flatten between them as their bodies came together. Then he could feel his mother's wet cheeks on his face as her mouth sought his. She was kissing him with an aggressively probing tongue.

Even out of his mind with passion as he was, Ted kissed back. And his hand found a tit and gripped it.

Rose's body was writhing like a serpent under her son's body. Ted had never dreamed that his mother could move like that. That was the way a chick in heat moved, and he could never imagine his mother falling into that category.

But there was no doubt that his mother was in heat. She was beginning to pump her hips, rubbing the lump in Ted's pants against her crotch.

Moving quickly and eagerly, Ted wiggled down his mother's body until his face was between her tits. He lifted his face and looked down at the tits waiting for him. Now the nipples had stiffened again. And Ted knew that he had never seen anything as beautiful as his mother's tits lying a few inches below his face.

Ted opened his mouth and surrounded one hard nipple. Then his tongue began covering it with licks and pokes.

"Oh, Ted, Ted," Rose moaned. "Suck my tits, yeah-h-h-h!"

Ted buried his face into the woman's tits while stuffing his mouth full. What he couldn't contain in his mouth, his hands surrounded.

Rose's tits quaked slowly and solemnly under Ted's sucking and caresses.

Now Rose was grabbing her son's shirt and tugging it out of his pants. Then Ted felt his mother's hand on the small of his back. He cringed with lust. But when he felt her fingers creeping under the waist of his pants, advancing over the top of his ass, Ted almost screamed with joy.

His pants were too tight for his mother to reach farther than the very top of his ass-crack.

But Rose wasn't about to be stopped by her son's clothing.

She rolled him off her. He landed on the bed beside her, his mouth still holding one of her nipples.

Rose's fingers attacked Ted's buttons frantically.

His shirt fell open, then Rose grabbed his belt. Pulling him forcefully closer, she began struggling with the belt buckle.

Ted was dying for his mother to get at his hard and jerking cock. But in his shock at the whole incident, he didn't think of helping her. Rather, he continued sucking her tit and concentrating on his loosening pants.