Brian Laver: Hot to trot mother

Ted moved up Jean's body, kissing his way up her neck until he arrived at her mouth again. His hand left her chest, moved lightly over her skirt, and came to rest on one of her thick, but shapely, thighs.

They both knew that her thighs were the road to her crotch. Ted felt Jean's body stiffen momentarily.

He would have to take his time, but he couldn't hesitate either.

Ted moved his fingertips to the satin-smooth skin inside Jean's thigh just above her knee. He began massaging that soft skin.

When Ted felt Jean put her hand on his hip, he was reassured. He'd finally found a really hot chick, he thought. Or she found him. In any case, Ted had never been so wild with passion and hope.

Ever so slowly, he began to move his hand up Jean's thigh, pushing her skirt up with it.

He could feel the heat of her cunt radiating from her crotch. It was a damp heat, and it promised a fabulous reward when he reached its source.

But when Ted's fingers were about six inches from her cunt, Jean grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from beneath her skirt.

Ted had never felt such a crushing disappointment.

But he wasn't about to give up. He put his hand back under her skirt as soon as Jean let go of his wrist.

But Jean hadn't given up either. She grabbed his wrist again. And again Ted's hand was pulled out from under Jean's dress.

Ted put it back a third time. But this time he reached higher up her thigh. He grabbed her just below the cunt. Her flesh was even softer so close to her cunt. And it was hotter and more moist, too.

Grabbing her so close to her pussy had its effect. Jean grabbed Ted's wrist again, but she didn't seem to have the strength to pull his hand away.

Ted's fingers crawled to the junction of Jean's thighs. When he felt the wet nylon crotch of her undies, both kids gasped with lust.

"No-o-o-o," Jean whispered.

But Ted ignored her words and paid attention to her body. It was her body that told him he could continue. Jean was frozen in lust and her thighs were spread. Her cunt was vulnerable, and Ted took advantage of the situation.

He began probing at the soaking crotch of her undies. Beneath it, he could feel the softness of her cuntal mound and the kinky hair bristling beneath that wet fabric.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Jean gasped with the pleasure Ted's fingers were giving her.

He could now feel the lips of her pussy pouting with lust.

Ted tucked his fingers into the, leg-hole of her panties. Immediately, his fingers were ensnared in wet, curling hair. But Ted managed to comb his way to the drooling mouth of her cunt.

"Oh, God," Jean whispered breathlessly.

Ted was wild with passion. Never had he been at the threshold of a pussy before.

Ted kissed Jean roughly as his fingers began burrowing into the crack of her twat. She kissed him back with equal hunger. Her legs spread further, and her cunt seemed to spread too.

It was wet and slippery in her twat. Ted was bewildered by the strange ridges of wet flesh in there.

But it didn't take him long to find the entrance to Jean's flowing tunnel. When he slid his long middle finger in there, Jean squeezed him so tightly he couldn't breathe.

Ted had tried to imagine what the inside of a pussy would be like. But he'd never dreamed that it could be so wet and slick and wonderful. This cave would fit his cock like a glove, he thought. And if his luck held, he might get a chance to try it on.

With Jean writhing at his side, Ted stroked every crease and fold of her pussy. But his fingers couldn't give him enough information. He had to see this wonderful object of desire.

He sat up. But his hand and Jean's cunt were hidden under her skirt. Ted tried to lift the skirt out of the way. But Jean stopped him.

"Please let me," he said.

As though she had no choice, Jean let go of Ted's hand. He lifted the curtain of her skirt.

The sight was spectacular. But he couldn't see as much as he'd hoped. After all, Jean still had her underpants on. But Ted could see half of her cunt. It was covered with shining brown hair. And, he could see how his finger was inserted up to the knuckle.

Ted tried to see more. He pulled his finger out and shoved the crotch of her panties further aside.

Now Jean's cunt was visible to him. Between the pudgy lips, a pink gash shone with the slippery juice. Shining inner lips peeked from within the gash. And between those glistening lips, the darkness in her cave seemed inviting to Ted.

"Ted!" Jean said suddenly, as she tried to pull her skirt down. "You're embarrassing me."

"Let me pull your underpants down," Ted said, ignoring her words.

He began grasping at the nylon panties, trying to tug them down.

"No," lean gasped.

"Come on!" Ted pleaded. "I'll show you my prick. Have you ever seen a hard cock?"

"Okay," Jean said. "But let me pull my pants down myself."

Ted couldn't believe her. It was too good to be true. So he had a hard time making himself let go of her underpants. But when he saw that Jean was reaching for her own panties, he did let go.

She grabbed the waistband of her panties, but hesitated.

"I thought you were going to take off your pants too," she said.

Then was no way Ted could get out of his deal. In a way he wanted to show this chick his big, hard cock. And if he were going to fuck her, he would have to. He still felt shy, though.

There was no choice. He would have done anything to get her underpants off.

Ted stood up. And still staring at Jean's body, he began unfastening his belt.

His eyes traveled from her tits, to her crotch, which was covered by the wet panties. But he couldn't bring himself to look into Jean's eyes.

He pulled down his pants. But he left his underpants up. Then he got back on the bed beside Jean.

She was staring at the huge lump in his shorts. His prick was making a tent out of his underpants. And the shape of his fat cockhead could be seen as it made its impression on the taut material.

Then Jean began to lower her panties. And Ted followed her example.

Just as Jean's pubic triangle came into view, Ted's prick got caught in the elastic of his shorts. But he freed it.

Suddenly, his big rod was wagging in the air. Then his balls were visible.

"Wow!" Jean breathed as she took in the sight.

Ted was learning how exciting it could be to show his equipment to a girl. And at the same time he was enjoying the sight of her cunt.

"I didn't know it was so big!" Jean gasped in awe. "And look at how it twitches."

But Ted was too busy to pay any attention to what she was saying. He was gaping at her pussy.

Jean had left her underpants around her thighs, and her legs were closed. He could see the top of her crack through the curls of her twat. But he had to see more.

"Take your panties off your legs," he said. "I can't see much."

Jean let the boy pull her panties from her legs. And she never took her eyes from the throbbing cock at his crotch.

Ted pulled one of Jean's legs away from the other. Her cunt opened slightly. Now he could see that pink honey-pot again.

But when Ted reached for her cunt, Jean stiffened and tried to close her legs.

"Let me touch it!" he said. "You can touch my prick."

Jean relaxed slightly. Ted was able to pull one of her cunt lips to the side, widening the pink gash. Jean reached for the twitching cock beside her.

As Ted watched his finger tips sink into Jean's gash, he felt her fingers on his prick. At her touch, his cock gave a mighty leap and began vibrating hips.

"Uh-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-a," he gasped as his climax hit.

Ted continued bucking his hips as he spilled jism all over Jean's stomach. He'd never had such a glorious orgasm, even though he'd hoped to have his spewing prick inside Jean.