Brian Laver: Hot to trot mother

Rose couldn't sleep. Although she'd spent the evening fucking, she was horny again. And the sounds of bedsprings creaking in the next room didn't help.

The next room was occupied by Ted, Rose's son. Ever since her husband had died years before it had been just Rose and Ted, alone together. And now that Ted was a strapping boy of sixteen, he was beginning to make his mother's horniness worse.

Rose, at thirty-five, was a gorgeous and sexy lady. Her slim figure was every bit as nice now as it had been twenty years before. Her face was classic, and her auburn hair radiant.

But she lacked what she needed to be truly satisfied: a good man. Sure, she had plenty of guys chasing her. And once a week or so she would let one of them catch her long enough for some fucking.

But her standards were high. And in a small town like Greenpeak there were only so many candidates.

So Rose dedicated her life to her son, working hard at her job as secretary, and fucking her brains out every week or so.

But lately her horniness was getting worse. She didn't know for sure, but she suspected that it might be due to the constant exposure to her son, who had become a beautiful specimen of male virility in the last year.

Now, every time she noticed a lump in Ted's jeans, indicating a hard-on, her cunt would juice up and her tits would ache to be squeezed.

So when Rose heard the familiar sounds of Ted's bed creaking to the rhythm of masturbation, her body geared up for sex. She had never been able to join her son in mutual, self-induced pleasure.

Since a woman can jerk off with less commotion than a man, Ted never realized that his mother was doing the something he was doing.

Although Rose's cunt was still tender from her date with Jim, she grabbed her cunt.

The exciting odor of simmering pussy-juice came from beneath her covers as she parted the lips of her cunt with her fingers. Then her middle finger touched the tender inner lips of her cunt.

Rose shivered as her excitement grew.

Listening to the sounds of her son's bed squeaking, she pictured the scene in his room. She could almost see his big prick in his hand. She imagined that he was there in her bed with her. She pretended that it was his finger sliding up her cunt.

With one finger lodged high in her pussy, Rose grabbed one of her tits in her other hand.

With both hands working to inflame her, she was soon writhing and breathing deeply. She had her legs spread just as she would spread them when in bed with some guy. But now she preferred her imaginary incest to any of the guys she dated.

Her fingers pressed into the softness of her ample tit. The long and slender middle finger of her other hand reached higher up her cunt. Then she found the hard bud of her clit with her thumb.

With all her strategic points covered, Rose began to feel ecstasy rising within her.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," she whispered to herself.

Still listening to the creaking of her boy's bedsprings, Rose began wiggling her thumb on her clit.

The craklings next door were getting louder and more frantic. She could almost feel Ted's lust radiating through the wall. And her own lust was as great.

Arching her back, Rose began working harder on her jerking off. The finger she had reaching up her flowing cuntal chamber began stirring and wiggling. And she began rubbing her clit harder.

She even pushed her tit up toward her face and lifted her head so she could meet her erect nipple with her tongue.

By this time the bed-creaking was at its peak. And Rose tried to picture how her son looked as he spilled jism over his belly in ecstasy.

Her mouth watered at the thought of that cream that was going to waste in the next room.

But her hands and fingers and tongue were taking care of her lust. Just as the bedsprings in the next room quieted, Rose began to have a spectacular orgasm.

Her thumb was a blur on her clit as she writhed in wild passion. As her body shook, her tit escaped her grasp. That didn't bother her, though. She couldn't have been able to continue sucking it, because her mouth was open wide and she was gasping desperately.

Rose had learned to come without making a sound. Although when fucking her boy friend, she would howl with abandon. Once, she had forgotten herself and moaned wantonly while jerking off, Ted had come to her door asking if she were all right. Rose, in the middle of an orgasm, had to tell her son that she must have made those sounds in her sleep.

So now she shook with pleasure, but remained silent.

With her lust spent, Rose lay still, sucking the cunt-juice from her fingers and thinking about her son.

In a week's time, his wastepaper basket would be filled with wads of tissue stiff with dried jism. And every time Rose noticed that pile of tissues she would feel a longing deep in her gut.

When the flavor of her juice was gone from her fingers, Rose lay still in the silent house. She wondered about her perverted thoughts. She couldn't understand why her son should excite her so. Incest was a horrible thing, but there was no harm done. And she loved jerking off knowing that her son was doing the same thing right next door to her.

School was about to start after a long summer. Ted was eager to get back to the routine of school. After all, a guy could only do so much swimming and hanging around. Besides, he was eager to see which girls would be in his classes.

"I hope I get Miss Clark for math," Ted told his friend, Bob, as they walked to school for the first day. "She had such nice tits. And sometimes she doesn't wear a bra and her nipples get hard and show."

"Yeah, I hope I get her too," Bob said. "And I hope Ellen James is in some of my classes. She was in a few of my classes last year. I always sit beside her so I can peek into her blouse. She never wears a bra and a lot of times I could see her tit. God, I almost had to jerk off right in class once when I could see her nipple getting hard, then soft, then hard again."

The boys talked like that all the way to school. When they got there, they hung around with their friends for a while before the bell rang.

The first day went very quickly. And after school, the kids went to the soda shop to hang around and talk.

"Shit, I didn't get Miss Clark for math," Ted complained to the guys. "I got Mr. Arnold instead. Ugh."

Ted's friends consoled him.

"I hear Jean likes you," Ralph said to Ted. That was nice to hear. And Ted's prick began to stiffen at the thought of Jean's big tits and firm ass.

But before anything else could be said, Barb walked over to the boys. Barb was a chick who could get any boy's attention. As soon as the guys noticed her coming their way with her tits swaying heavily, they shut up and waited to see what she wanted.

"We're going over to Peggy's house," she said, indicating a group of girls. "We wondered if you boys wanted to go along."

Before they could answer, Barb looked at Ted. "Jean's going to be there, Ted."

Ted hardly knew Jean. But it seemed suddenly to Ted as though they have been doing steady for years. Everyone seemed to know that Jean liked him, and Ted had been the last to find out. But Ted was young, and he didn't understand how chicks operated.

In any case, he was glad to get a chance to show some interest in lean.

The boys said they would like to go. And soon about ten kids were walking in a loose group toward Peggy's house.

Ted was nervous. After all, this might be his big chance. If a sexy chick like Jean liked him he just might get fucked. But since fucking had only been a dream for Ted so far, he could hardly control his voice when he finally spoke to Jean.