Brian Laver - Mother_s young lover

He loved feeling the tit, but he was anxious to delve into her cunt. So, as they continued kissing, he slipped his hand from her tit to her crotch. They were both lying on their sides, but Pat lifted one leg over Ben's hips, opening her crotch to him.

He combed his fingers through the curly hair as he searched for the slot. It wasn't hard to find.

Between her thighs, her cunt was spread in a wet smile. As he touched the simmering interior of that pussy, Pat's body twitched.

"Oh, Ben," Pat breathed. "M-m-m."

The boy felt like a hero when he saw how his aunt reacted to his probing fingers. As he examined the interior of her twat, he realized what strange territory it was to him. Even after his fast fuck the week before he had to search around to find the entrance to her body. But as soon as he found it, he sent an exploratory finger up it.

As soon as he felt that tight tunnel around his finger, he wanted to get his prick in there. He knew he should go slow, though. It wasn't easy, however, now that his dreams had come true.

"Oh, Ben! Ohhh," Pat sighed as his finger reached way up her cunt.

Ben felt her hand touch his prick. With long, delicate fingers, she took that twitching cock into a firm grip. Ben never felt anything so exquisite in his life. When she took his balls into her hand he thought he was in heaven.

Like a kid in a candy store, Ben didn't know what to do first. He decided that he'd done enough kissing even though the tongue in his mouth was still writhing. Pulling away from her face, Ben wiggled down her body. At the same time his prick was pulled from her hand, but that couldn't be helped. He just had to stick her tits.

His open mouth covered the pointy tip of her left tit. The nipple was stiff as he wiped his tongue over it. His nose and chin pressed into the softness of that tit as he sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Like a starving pup, he tugged at that tit. He felt his aunt's hands on the back of his head, pressing his face more firmly into that pile of jellied boob. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he sucked almost the whole thing into it.

"Harder, harder," Pat moaned. "Suck it harder. Oh, Ben, you really are marvelous."

The boy still had his hand on his aunt's pussy and his finger was still searching around in her cave. He remembered hearing the kids at school talking about a button chicks had in their cunts that drove them wild when it was touched. Ben decided to find it.

Withdrawing his finger from the deep pit, he explored the outer regions of her pussy. He felt the ridges of flesh that lined the pit. He came to an arrowhead near the front of her cunt.

As Ben felt around that arrowhead, his aunt suddenly tensed her body. Pressing harder, he felt a tiny bud in those folds of skin. He gave that bud another press and again his aunt tensed her body. That was it, he realized.

Now he put his finger gently on the clit and wiggled it. Pat began to move her body in an amplified version of his finger.

"O-o-o-o-o-o-o," she cooed in rapture. "Ben! Oh, Ben."

He had never heard his name uttered in such a breathless, sexy voice. It made him feel like a famous stud. With his mouth full of tit and his finger on that magic kernel, Ben was in his glory.

But the best was yet to come. His prick was throbbing with the desire to fit into the tight tube of her twat. Ben didn't know if he'd waited long enough yet, but Pat seemed to be going wild. He decided to make the big move.

He lifted his mouth from her tit and his hand from her pussy. He saw Pat looking up at him as he mounted her. Remembering his difficulty with the whore, he forced himself to go slowly and carefully.

Pat spread her legs and lifted them around his hips. Her arms were raised to his shoulders where she held him. Ben looked down at their crotches, but it was too dark to see. When he felt the texture of her pubic curls on his prick head, he jabbed.

He was very disappointed when he missed. With a great effort of will power, he resisted lunging again. First, he reached down to guide the stiff muscle. Holding the prick in his hand he stretched his index finger out like an antenna.

"Yeah, that's the spot," Pat said when he found her opening.

Struggling to keep cool, Ben moved his fat cock knob to the tunnel. When Pat felt the intruder between her lips, she lifted her hips to help her cunt swallow it. Ben lowered his hips, and the jerking rod slid home.

"Oh, Ben, uh-h-h-h," Pat moaned as she was filled with the hard bulk of his tool.

Ben felt himself surrounded by the hot and wet shock of her cunt. As he rested his body on hers, her tits padded his chest. He buried his face in the nape of her neck and began pumping. That tunnel gripped his prick every time he thrust, holding it tightly on the backstroke.

"Fuck me, Ben. Come on, come on!" she chanted as he plowed her with all his might.

Every time his cock pressed deeply into that tube, his body heated up more. He began panting in his aunt's ear. His gism was coming to a boil. As she dug her finger nails into his back, the pain added another dimension to his pleasure.

"O-o-o-o, o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" Pat moaned in a crescendo of wanton joy.

Ben thought his prick was not only going to shoot, but explode. He'd never felt such a terrific burst of ecstasy. A yelp of pleasure escaped from him as the first jolt of climactic power went through him.

Wave after wave of sexual bliss coursed through him as he filled his aunt with the thick syrup of his passion. He babbled senseless sounds of pleasure into the tangled hair beside her head. His body convulsed. It no longer belonged to him, it seemed. Instead, it was a part of the spiritual world of ecstasy.

Ben finally moved his hips slow. After all, he had already wrung every ounce of gism and pleasure from his body. But he was surprised to feel his aunt's hips continuing to buck beneath him.

"Don't stop," she gasped hoarsely. "I'm coming!"

The thought that he was lying on top of a woman who was in the midst of an orgasm started his hips rising and falling again. His prick pistoned in the wet mixture of gism and cunt juice that oozed from her pussy.

"Ye-e-e-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h!" Pat screamed, although she tried to muffle the sound. "Okay, okay," she whispered, telling Ben to ease up.

He stopped his pumping. They lay there in a sweaty heap, clutching each other and gasping for breath. Ben's brain was still spinning from the heights he had reached with this fantastic chick. He never knew there was so much ecstasy in the universe.

"That was glorious, Ben," Pat sighed. "You're quite a lover."

"Gee, Aunt Pat," he said. "I never felt anything like that before."

"Haven't you ever fucked anyone before?" she asked.

"Only once," Ben admitted. "But it wasn't like this."

They lay like that for a while before Pat suggested that Ben move to the living room couch. He left her reluctantly. But he was already hoping for another chance to fuck her.

While Ben and Pat enjoyed the lingering pleasure of their fucking, Susan lay in bed in horny frustration. She couldn't sleep. When she heard the door open and footsteps in the living room, she realized that Ben had come home from school again.

She was about to slip out of bed to tell him he would have to sleep on the couch, but something stopped her. Listening carefully, she decided to let him find Pat in his bed himself. She heard him go into his room. Then there were voices, but she couldn't make them out.

Maybe she wanted to get back at Ben for spying on her in the bathroom, or maybe she just wanted to see what would happen when he found his aunt in his bed. But she was enjoying the suspense.

When nothing happened, she began to get curious. She went to the door of her bedroom to hear better. There were still indistinguishable voices coming from Ben's room. Then she heard his bed creak.