Brian Laver: Hot to trot mother

Her tits weren't hanging far from Jim's forehead. So he let go of her ass and grabbed those hanging melons.

Rose began grinding her cunt on Jim's mouth in uncontrollable lust. Jim had to let go of her tits and grab her ass again. He lifted her slightly so he could breathe. In her frenzy, Rose would have smothered the poor cunt-lapper.

"Ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h," Rose moaned.

Unlike Jim, Rose could have a long string of orgasms. So Jim didn't have to worry about her coming too soon.

"Oh, Jim," Rose groaned. "I'm coming! A-a-a-a-a-a."

Now Jim had to hold on to Rose's ass tightly. In her ecstasy, she was writhing and squirming wildly.

Jim could feel warm cunt-juice running down his throat and over his cheeks and chin. He was being bathed in the slippery stuff, and he loved it.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, a-a-a-a-a," Rose was wailing in a crescendo of passion.

But Jim kept his tongue working on her clit with an occasional dip into her flowering tunnel.

Rose was clutching at the couch's arm now. Her tits were swaying like huge pendulums. Her hips were shivering and jerking.

"Ow-w-w, wait," she cried, pulling her cunt off Jim's face. "I can't stand any more! But, here, just let me."

She moved to the other end of the couch, lay down on her back, and spread her legs.

"Come on and fuck me!" she said breathlessly. "Hurry!"

Rose had grabbed her own tits again. One leg went up over the back of the couch and the other was draped over the edge to the floor. In that position, her soaking, stretched gash seemed to be calling out for Jim's cock.

And he didn't keep it waiting.

"Oh, honey," he said as he crawled over her. "You look so beautiful when you come!"

Rose was suspended in mid-orgasm. But as soon as Jim's prick sank into her twat, she began wailing and writhing again.

Jim felt her pussy squeezing his prick in powerful spasms as soon as he was plugged in. So he didn't even begin pumping at first. He just enjoyed having her twat around his rod.

But Rose didn't let him get away with that for long.

"Come on!" she panted. "Fuck me-e-e-e!"

Giving her hips a few desperate thrusts, she started Jim moving his prick in and out other cave.

With his prick sliding in the satin-lined tunnel of Rose's gripping cunt, Jim's passion grew. And since his prick had been primed by Rose's blowjob, he was especially susceptible to immediate bliss.

"Oh, it feels great!" he whispered hoarsely. "I can feel your cunt spamming."

"Yeah-h-h-h-h!" was all Rose could say. With his prick being milked by Rose's pussy, Jim soon felt his jism about to erupt.

"I'm going to come!" he moaned.

And with that news, Rose began pumping her hips more violently, and her screams became more piercing.

Together, they thrashed and clutched at each other. Their hips continued to crash together, driving Jim's prick relentlessly. Rose grabbed Jim's head, pulled his gasping mouth to hers, and shoved her tongue down his throat.

Slowly, the frantic fucking stopped. Soon they were lying in a heap and panting in exhaustion.

"That's just what I needed," Rose said. "It was wonderful."

"Now I suppose I don't get to see you again until you get horny," Jim said.

"We still have a date for Saturday," Rose said.

"But I want to see you more," Jim said. "I want to see you all the time."

"Well, you can't see me all the time," Rose said. "I have a job and a son to take care of don't forget."

"Rose, marry me," Jim said.

It wasn't the first time he'd asked her to marry him. But all the other times Rose laughed it off.

She still didn't want to marry Jim, but she didn't think she could just laugh it off now.

Rose didn't say anything. She merely lay still beneath Jim, his prick still in her.

"Well, at least you're not saying no," Jim said. "Is that a good sign?"

"No," Rose said suddenly, pushing Jim off her. "I don't want to get married, Jim. Not to you or anyone else."

Rose got up from the couch and began to pace back and forth. Jim remained on the couch, silent. Finally, Rose began dressing.

"You don't have to drive me home," Rose said. "I feel like taking a walk."

"Are you sure?" Jim asked. "Just because I asked you to marry me and you turned me down again doesn't mean I don't want to drive you home."

"I know. It's not that," Rose said. "I just feel like walking."

She left Jim lying on the couch. It was a cool, starry night, and Rose lived only a mile away. She really did need to walk, to be alone. She had to figure out why it was that when Jim proposed marriage again she had suddenly thought of her son. And why had she thought of him with such a rush of passion?

On her way home from Jim's, Rose began to feel horny again.

"Shit, if a fucking isn't going to last for even a half an hour I don't know what I'll do," she told herself.

There didn't seem to be anything to do except go home and jerk off. But Rose knew how her lust for her son would nag at her if she were in the same house as he.

Then she remembered that the doughnut joint near the highway stayed open all night. It was probably the only thing opened for miles, and the only alternative to going home.

So Rose headed for the doughnut shop. She'd only been there a few times to pick up some doughnuts. She never stayed to get coffee and eat her doughnuts there. She began to look forward to sampling the only after-hours joint in town. Who knows, she told herself, she might even find some nice guy willing to fuck her.

She felt a bit uneasy going into the brightly lit place. She was the only woman in there. Besides her, there were a few young couples, a few old men, and the woman who worked there.

Rose took a seat and ordered a cup of coffee and a glazed twist.

As she sat there she felt her hot cunt juice soaking into her underpants. Her horniness hadn't abated one bit.

Taking shy glimpses around, she decided that there wasn't anyone in the place she would be interested in fucking. A few of the young guys would have been tempting if they didn't have girls with them.

Still, Rose liked looking at the young guys with their girl friends. She could at least fantasize.

A boy with long brown hair looked good to her. And Rose proceeded to undress him in her mind.

By the time she was imagining grabbing his hard cock, her cunt was so wet and hungry she couldn't help putting one hand between her thighs and pressing against her starving pussy.

The boy began to become aware that she was watching him. Once when their eyes met, Rose gave him a slight smile before looking away.

It wasn't at all like her to flirt with strange boys. But in her heat she couldn't help it. And it gave her an extra charge of lust to fuel her fantasy.

But she was too shy to continue staring at the boy now that she had been bold enough to smile at him.

So she picked out another boy to dream about. This time she gazed with longing at a baby-faced boy with blond, hair. He was with a girl too.

But as she began dreaming about fucking him, she found that the brown-haired boy was still in her mind. Now she would have to share herself with both of them. Too bad it was only a fantasy, though.

But soon it began to look as though both guys could be hers.

The girl sitting beside the brown-haired boy got up and went to where the blond was sitting with his girl friend.

Now that the boy with the long brown hair was alone, Rose's cunt began to get hotter. But Rose was too shy now to meet his gaze again.

Rose's fantasy was shattered though. It was okay to fantasize when there was no hope. But now that the boy was alone, Rose thought she might have a chance.

Then the girl who'd been sitting with him, and the girl beside the blond boy, left. Rose watched them get into a car and drive away.