Brian Laver - Hot to trot mother

There was nothing in her way now, she knew. If she wanted him, all she had to do was tell him. She knew a kid his age couldn't resist.

But Rose had never done anything as brash as approach a teen-aged kid. And she didn't think she could do it now. But with her cunt crying out for a cock, she might be able to do it.

Picking up a kid in an all-night doughnut joint would be a big step for Rose. And as horny as she was, she didn't know if she wanted to take that step. So she was glad when the blond boy went over to where the brown-haired boy sat.

She knew she would never have the guts to approach two boys.

But the next time Rose glanced at him, she saw him looking back. He had a different expression on his face now. It looked like he might be thinking of approaching her!

And Rose knew that two boys would have more nerve than one. They could encourage each other.

Suddenly the game changed. Now it was Rose who was the prey.

Although she wouldn't feel right about picking up a young kid in a doughnut shop, it would be a lot easier to let herself be picked up.

Rose began shaking. She didn't know if she should smile at the boy again.

When she thought of the boy's stiff prick, Rose almost lifted her eyes to look at him again. But her horniness still wasn't sufficient to overcome her shyness.

A roar outside distracted Rose. She looked out the big picture window and saw three motorcycles pull up. Now there would be three more boys to watch. She watched them stroll into the place and go to the blond and brown haired boys.

Now there were five boys.

Rose didn't know what that meant as far as any one of them trying to pick her up. But when she stuck her doughnut into her mouth she wished it was a hard prick.

As confused as she was, Rose kept taking looks at the boys. And each time she looked, at least one of them was looking back at her. She thought she could hear them talking about her.

"Nice tits," one said. "Old enough to be your mother," said another.

But she couldn't be sure if they were talking about her or not.

Finally, Rose couldn't stand the tension any longer. She didn't know if any of them would try to pick her up, or if she would try to pick one of them up. She didn't know how she could go about picking one of them up even if she wanted to. And she didn't know if she wanted to.

The only logical thing to do would be to go home and jerk off. Rose reached for her bill when a voice at her side startled her.

"I haven't seen you here before," the voice said. Rose turned her head and saw the boy with the long brown hair sitting right behind her. In her confusion, she had been staring into her coffee cup for the past few minutes and had been oblivious to everything but her horniness.

"No. I've never been here," she heard herself saying to the boy.

"Live around here?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

She almost told the boy that she had a son not much younger than he. She was going to ask the boy if he knew Ted, but she stopped herself. After all, if anything happened, she didn't want it getting back to Ted.

"That is, I used to live here, I moved. I live in Springville now."

Lying thrilled her. Suddenly she felt free. She could fuck this kid and no one would ever, know.

Rose felt herself relax suddenly. She began asking the boy about himself. And she didn't try to hide her interest in his body.

"Hey, would you like to go for a ride on my bike?" he asked.

"Oh, do you have a motorcycle too?" she asked.

"Sure, I've got the fastest bike in town," he said proudly.

"Yeah, I'd like to go for a ride," Rose said, to her own surprise.

"Great, come on," the boy said.

Rose picked up her check. But the boy took it from her. And as they passed the other boys, he gave it to one of them, telling him to pay it.

"Oh, aren't they going with us?" Rose asked. "What a shame."

"I'd like to go," the blond said.

In the corner of her eye, Rose saw the brown-haired boy frown. He wanted to have her alone, naturally. But Rose was getting a wild, kinky idea. She could hardly believe what she was thinking.

"Yeah, I'd like to go too," another boy said. "Me too," added yet another.

Before long all five boys had joined the group. And they all left together.

Rose could sense that the boy with the long brown hair was angry with his friends. She couldn't blame him. He thought he was going to get a chance to be alone with Rose. Now he was only part of a crowd going for a ride.

Rose wished she could tell him what her plan was, but he would have to waft. He wouldn't be disappointed, though, she knew.

She got, on the back of the boy's motorcycle. When it started, she felt the vibrations on her clit. It was like sitting on a huge vibrating dildo, Rose thought. She began to wonder how much a bike like that cost.

Then the five motorcycles tore out of the parking lot and sped down the street.

Fear was suddenly added to the lust that was tilling Rose's brain. She clung to the boy in front of her tightly. They were going so fast that the electric signs that lined the street seemed to be a long colorful blur.

But Rose began to get used to the ride. As she reined, her lust was once again dominant.

The boys drove out of town. And in the country, everything seemed different. It was very dark except for the light of the quarter moon. And the roar of the bikes seemed like the only living thing for miles.

As Rose hung on to the boy, she began squirming her body against his. Her nipples were hard and pressed to his back. And her wet cunt was leaning on his ass as her thighs gripped him.

They drove for miles. Rose was having a great time. But there was still her plan. And if it worked, she would have a night she would never forget.

As they were speeding past a spot where Rose had come for picnics, and when her cunt was really going crazy with the vibrations of the bike, she inched forward, putting her mouth near the boy's ear.

"Could we stop for a while?" she asked.

"Sure," the boy said.

Immediately, the bike slowed and pulled off the road. Since they were in the lead, the other bikes followed them, slowing and swerving off the road.

"You guys don't have to stop just because we did, you know," the boy said.

"I'm glad they stopped," Rose said so they all heard. "It's fun being with a whole motorcycle gang."

By now she was trembling with anticipation. If someone told her what she was going to do, she never would have believed it. But here she was, out in the country with five boys she'd never seen before. And she was thinking of a way to tell them that she wanted them all to fuck her.

"There's a stream right down there," Rose said, pointing down a hill. "I used to come here to go swimming."

She began strolling in the direction of the stream. The boys followed like puppies.

"Hey, would any of you like to go swimming now?" she asked.

It was a good way to get her clothes off, she realized. But now that she was putting her plan into effect, she was getting so excited she could hardly move without stumbling. "It's sort of chilly for swimming," one of the boys said.

"Not really," Rose said. "I think I will take a dip."

She glanced back at the boys in time to see them looking at each other in bewilderment. Rose would have laughed at their wonderment if she wasn't so wild with her kinky plan.

Before she even got to the stream, Rose began undressing. As she pulled her blouse off she realized that it was rather chilly. It was too late to turn back now, even if she wanted to, and she didn't. She might even be able to turn the chilliness to her favor.

The boys had been behind her, following. But now that Rose had stripped her blouse off, they caught up with her.

Rose could feel their hungry eyes on her tits. And she exaggerated her quick gait so her tits would shake and bounce.