Brian Laver - Mother_s young lover

Susan couldn't believe that Pat had invited the boy into bed with her. Pat was a wild chick, but this was going too far, Susan thought. But if anything interesting was going to happen she wanted to know about it.

Now even the voices had stopped. Susan crept down the hall toward her son's room. The door was slightly open. Sounds of lips smacking and sucking could be heard.

Susan didn't know what to think. Her sister was seducing her son. And just when she'd been fantasizing about a lesbian fling with that woman.

Susan's pussy felt suddenly empty and hungry. She thought of going to Clark, but she didn't want to. He couldn't satisfy the kinky lust she was experiencing now.

"Oh, Ben! Oh-h-h!" Pat was moaning in the dark room.

Susan couldn't help picturing the scene going on in there, and as she did her cunt got even wetter.

She grabbed it and squeezed the juice out onto her hand. Then she lifted her hand to her face, stuck out her tongue, and tasted her own cum.

Without thinking, she went into the kitchen. From a cupboard she pulled out one of the long candles she used for intimate dinners. Warming it in her hands, she went back to her vigil outside Ben's room.

The hallway was drafty, but that wasn't why she was covered with goose bumps. Her naked body shivered with the perversion in her soul.

Listening to the sounds of passion coming from her son and sister, she held the candle between her thighs. It was warm now as it parted the lips of her cunt. She hadn't used a candle as a dildo since she and Pat used them as teenagers.

Although it had been years since the last time, the candle felt familiar as it moved into the slippery tunnel of her twat. She stood there in the hall, in a crouch, and stirred that dildo around. Then she began to pump it.

When the candle touched the very end of her cunt tunnel, Susan heard herself gasp. For a second she was afraid she might be heard by Ben and Pat. But that wasn't likely. They were too busy to pay attention to her.

Susan slid the candle slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. That's the way she and Pat used to do it to each other. Although she was an experienced fucker now, she was glad to find that the candle still had the same old effect on her.

As she fucked herself, her tits jostled heavily on her chest. Her legs began to ache in her weird posture, but the pleasure made it worth it. When she heard her sister groaning and the bed creaking rhythmically, she increased the speed of the candle's jabbing.

Her passion climbed to orgasmic heights. Biting her lips to keep her own moans down, she shivered uncontrollably. She had to lean against the wall when her head burst with blinding pleasure.

Her orgasm left her soaking and cold. But the sounds of fucking were still pouring from the bedroom. Even now she couldn't tear herself away from that sound. So, for the duration, she contented herself with sucking her flavor from the candle.

After Pat's shattering scream, Susan knew it was all over. She tiptoed back to her room and climbed into bed. But the orgasm she had given herself with the candle hadn't satisfied her. She knew that she needed a kinky form of sex to do that.

Susan lay awake for over an hour. Only when she admitted what she wanted to herself did she find peace. She had to fuck her sister and son. Nothing else would do.

Susan had to pretend that she was surprised to see Ben the next morning. When she woke, she had heard Ben and Pat talking over breakfast. Going into the kitchen, she tried to hide her knowledge of their fucking the night before, as well as her lust for both of them.

"So you came home again?" Susan said to her son. "You're going to be expelled from school."

"I don't even care," the boy said. "I told you I hate it there."

"I'm glad he came home," Pat said. "Otherwise I wouldn't have had a chance to see him."

And fuck him, Susan said to herself. But she wasn't angry with her sister. Just jealous. Susan poured herself a cup of coffee, but before she could sit down to drink it, Ben was on his way out.

"I'll be back for dinner," he said as he ran out.

"He's quite a boy," Pat said.

"You should know," Susan said.

"Oh, so you heard what went on last night? Are you angry?"

"No, but I was surprised," Susan said.

"So was I," Pat said. "But when I saw him I just couldn't help myself. I do lose control sometimes, you know."

"Well, how is he in bed?" Susan asked. It seemed a strange question to ask about her own son, but she couldn't help asking.

"Terrific. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for in enthusiasm."

Susan could imagine Ben throwing all his energy into fucking his aunt. Could she ever turn her boy's raging sex on to her own body, she wondered?

"You're not jealous, air you?" Pat said.

"What? Of your fucking Ben, my own son?"

"Yeah. It happens all the time you know," Pat said. "I have a good friend who has three sons and fucks them all."

Pat could tell by Susan's interest that she was jealous. As she described the incestuous relationship of her friend, Susan listened intently. When Pat finished the story, Susan probed her oh another subject.

"You once told me you made it with other women a few times," she said. "Do you still?"

"Sure," Pat said. "Whenever I find a chick who turns me on."

"Found any lately?"

"Yeah. There was a sweet young girl in San Francisco I used to make it with."

Susan wondered if her sister knew what she was driving at. And even if Pat did know that she wanted to be introduced to lesbianism, would she be willing?

"You know when I was a young girl," Pat said. "In the days when we shoved candles up each other's cunts, my dream was to be able to eat my own cunt. I never told you about it, but I used to practice bending over trying to get my head between my thighs so I could suck myself. I never made it."

Susan shivered as she wondered why Pat was telling her this.

"Eating your cunt would almost be like eating my own," Pat said. "How about it?"

Susan couldn't lift her eyes from her coffee cup. Although her cunt was leaking hot juice into her robe, she was paralyzed. But Pat knew she was going to get what she wanted.

"Now?" Susan finally managed to say. She still hadn't looked up.

"Whenever you like," Pat said. "Why don't you finish your breakfast first?"

"I'm not hungry," Susan said in a quavering voice.

Pat reached across the table and took Susan's hand. That was all Susan needed to break out of her shyness.

"Let's do it now, right away," Susan blurted suddenly. She felt like a teenager again.

Pat smiled lasciviously. She stood up, still holding her sister's hand, and led her to her bedroom. Susan walked clumsily, as though the floor was tilted as in an amusement fun house. But it was only her perverted lust that threw her off balance.

In the bedroom, Pat began undressing. Susan was only wearing a robe. She untied the drawstring and let the robe fall on the floor behind her.

Pat's greedy gaze traveled over her body. And Susan was just as excited by her sister's emerging body. As she watched Pat undress, she made herself comfortable on the bed.

Pat stood on display for a few seconds before joining Susan. Then as she climbed onto the bed, she noticed a candle on the end table. She picked it up and sniffed it.

"Did you lick all the flavor from it?" she asked. "That's too bad."

"I had to amuse myself somehow while you were fucking my son," Susan said.

Pat put the candle down. Now she had other ways to play with a woman's body. She moved close to Susan and put an arm around her. Their tits pressed together in a heap of quivering flesh.

As young girls they had limited their play to sticking candles up each other's pussy. Susan had never before experienced the glory of mingling her tits with another woman's.