Brian Laver - Hot to trot mother

When he stopped coming, Ted rolled off the girl.

"Look what you've done to me," she cried as she held a jism soaked hand up in the air.

A huge quantity of jism lay in puddles all over Jean's belly. A few drops were being soaked up by the material of her skirt which was lifted around her waist.

"Shit, I don't even have any tissues," Jean said harshly. "Get me some, Ted… Quickly!"

Where Ted was supposed to come up with tissue at that moment was beyond him. But it didn't matter, for at that moment, the bedroom door swung open.

Ted and Jean looked in horror at the opened door. Bob and Carroll were standing there.

"Hey," Bob said as a smile spread across his face.

But Carroll, being more prudent, pushed Bob out of the doorway and closed the door.

"Now look what you've done," Jean hissed. "Everyone will know what you did to me!"

Jean jumped off the bed. Her skirt fell over her wet belly, and she tried to hold the clinging skirt away from her soaked skin. But the jism on her hand stained the skirt wherever she grabbed it.

"Oh, what am I going to do?" she moaned. It looked as though Jean were going to start crying. Then, ignoring the mess she was in, she pulled on her underpants.

Ted tried to make her feel better as be pulled on his pants.

"I'll get you some toilet paper," he said. "Oh, you've done enough," Jean yelled. Then, holding her wet hand away from her body, she stormed out of the room. Ted followed. But Jean went right out of the house and kept walking.

Ted finally caught up with her. He offered her his handkerchief.

"Don't be mad," he said.

But Jean just wiped her hand and threw the handkerchief back at him.

"Leave me alone," Jean yelled. "I don't ever want to see you again."

Ted, surprised at her outburst, stopped and watched her walk quickly down the street.

He didn't know what to think. It was too bad that she got covered with jism. But what did she expect when she was jerking on his prick as she had?

There didn't seem to, be anything to do but go home. But all the way to his own room, Ted couldn't think of anything except how thrilling it had been to finger-fuck Jean and come with her hand around his prick.

Ted lay in bed waiting for his mother to come home from work. He was still thinking about Jean and the fun they'd had that afternoon. He was sorry that she got so mad at him. And he was worried that he wouldn't get another chance at her twat.

Just his luck, he thought. When he finally got a hot chick interested in him, he made her angry by coming all over her.

Then Ted noticed that he still had the odor of Jean's cunt on his finger. As he sniffed the finger, he remembered smelling that strange odor when he looked into Jean's crotch the first time.

And as be sniffed that residual odor, his prick was once again twitching.

Ted stuck the funky finger into his mouth and sucked the flavor of pussy juice from it. With his other hand, he treated himself to another orgasm.

But by the time his mother got home, Ted was calm.

"Hi," he said to her. "What's for dinner?"

"Steak," Rose said. "How was your first day at school?"

But Ted didn't answer right away. He had always admired his mother's sexy body. But now, after his near-fuck with Jean, the sight of Rose's great tits and wide hips struck the boy dumb.

"Oh, uh, school was all right," Ted finally said when his mother looked at him strangely.

Ted had planned to tell his mother all about his teachers and the kids in his classes. But suddenly all he wanted to do was go back to his room and jerk off again.

He would have thought that after having Jean jerk him off his lust would be satisfied for a while. But the opposite was the case.

"Give me a hand putting this stuff away," Rose said as she began putting away some groceries that she had brought home with her.

Ted went to where his mother was standing and pulled some cans from the grocery bag. But standing that close to the sexy woman only made his prick harder.

He could smell his mother's perfume and feel the warmth of her body. His prick was threatening to tear tight through his pans!

"Would you take some potatoes and boil them while I take a shower?" Rose asked.

"Sure," Ted said.

"That's a good boy," his mother said. Usually, Ted gave his mother an argument about helping with dinner. Now, however, he was eager to beat of her sight so he could jerk off. As he began peeling the potatoes, though, be kept his eyes on his mother's body until she left the room.

Ted thought he would merely jerk off quickly and get it over with. As he thought about his mother taking a show, though, he began to have more elaborate plans.

He would have given anything to see his mother without any clothes on. And now he thought he might have a chance.

His brain began to work frantically as he tried to figure out a way to get a glimpse of his naked mom. Leaving the potatoes, he crept to the hallway leading to her room and the bathroom.

His mother's bedroom door was ajar. She must be taking her clothes off now, he thought.

Ted walked down the hall toward the bathroom. And as he passed his mother's door, he saw through the narrow space of the edge of the slightly open door.

What he saw made him gasp as he got a view of his mother's beautiful ass, she began to turn around. And Ted needed to move on or be seen.

By the time he got to the bathroom, the image of her ass was burned into his consciousness.

He stood there in the bathroom still picturing his mother's ass. He had also caught a glimpse of one tit. From behind, all he saw was the round shape of the globe. But he saw that it was firm and had a ripe, round shape.

Ted knew that his mother would be at the bathroom door any second. He didn't even have time to jerk off in there. But he had another idea. Now that he'd seen the splendor of his mother's body, he wanted to see more.

So he pulled the window shade partially down. He left an inch between the bottom of the shade and the window sill. With luck, his mother wouldn't notice that the shade wasn't down all the way. And he could go out to the yard and peek in.

Then the handle of the door turned. The door was locked. Rose asked Ted when he was coming out. He quickly flushed the toilet and washed his hands.

"In a minute," he called.

He took a deep breath and opened the door. His mother was dressed in a robe. And at the vee, where the robe was closed, Ted could see the tops of her big tits. The valley between those beautiful boobs looked so inviting Ted couldn't help staring.

As he passed his mother in the doorway, he got another whiff of her perfume. Ted felt his cheeks burning, and he wondered if his mother noticed that he was blushing.

Rose saw bow be took a look at the tops of her tits.

As usual, Rose was getting a wet cunt as she thought about the boy. And when she bent over to turn on the water in the tub, the way her robe draped over her ass reminded her of the way, men liked to stroke her asscheeks.

By the time Rose stood and took off her robe, she was so excited she knew she would have to rub herself off. And when she saw her puckered nipples staring back at her in the mirror, she couldn't wait to grab her tits.

Meanwhile, Ted was slipping out the beck door and into the yard. With a pounding heart and trembling legs, he hoped with all his might that his mother wouldn't notice that the shade wasn't pulled down all the way.

Ted couldn't remember being so excited. Even when he was fingering Jean's cunt he hadn't been this excited.

Now he could see that the shade was as he left it. There was a narrow slit clear window that he could peer through. And the thought that his mother would be naked made Ted shake likes leaf.