Brian Laver - Mother_s young lover

"Oh-h-h-h, o-o-o-o. Um-m-m-m-m!" Pat moaned softly.

Susan was in the driver's seat and loving it.

Sucking a prick had never given her such a feeling of control. She decided to escalate the attack.

Raising her tongue from the tunnel to the clit, she began to roll that kernel around under the tip of her tongue. As soon as she started that, Pat's moans became louder. Susan's tongue continued licking that little clit with a steady rhythm.

"Oh, I knew you could do it, honey!" Pat cried. "I knew it!"

Susan took her hands from her sister's tits and used them to spread and lift her thighs farther. And she bore down harder on the clit. Now the bed was rocking with Pat's writhing. Bringing another woman to an orgasm with her tongue was making Susan drunk with joy.

"U-u-u-u-h-h-h-h!" Pat cried.

Susan recognized the sound of an orgasm. Pat's moans grew louder and louder, and Susan's tongue began to lick faster. Pat grabbed her own tits now as she shook with climactic pleasure.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried over and over.

Susan lifted her tongue when she heard her sister's moans diminish.

"No," Pat wailed. "Keep sucking! Oh-h-h-h-h!"

Susan put her tongue back to work. She hoped she hadn't spoiled Pat's orgasm by stopping too soon.

"I'm sorry I stopped before you finished coming," Susan said afterwards.

"That's okay. It didn't matter," Pat said. "I can't believe you've never done that before. You're so good at it."

"Oh, thanks," Susan said. "You inspired me."

Susan had crawled up beside her sister. They lay in each other's arms resting from their exertions. Susan had conquered a new world, but she wondered what it would lead to. Should she tell Clark, she wondered?

Susan and Pat spent the rest of the day shopping for antiques. Later they went out to dinner with Ben and Clark. Then they all went to a movie.

Clark asked Susan to come home with him, but she wouldn't. Clark, she knew, was getting horny. He hadn't fucked her in a few days. She wanted to fuck him that night, but she couldn't leave Pat alone with Ben.

Susan didn't understand why she didn't want her sister and son to fuck again. She told herself it was her motherly instinct to protect the boy. But if she had questioned her motives more closely, she would have had to admit she was jealous.

After being introduced to incestuous lesbianism by Pat that morning, she was anxious to try incest with Ben.

They said good-bye to a disappointed Clark in the cab as they got out in front of their building. In the elevator, Ben, Pat and Susan were looking at each other with questioning eyes. They each wondered what might happen next.

Susan knew that Ben would like to get into bed with Pat again, and she wondered if he would feel the same way about her. After all, he had been peeking at her through that crack in his closet.

When they got into the apartment, they all sat down in the living room. Susan asked if anyone would like coffee. But when Pat said she would, Susan sent Ben into the kitchen to make it.

"Why didn't you go home with Clark?" Pat asked. "Protecting Ben from the evil aunt?"

"Don't be silly," Susan said. "I just felt like coming home, that's all."

"I would have gone home with him if he asked me," Pat said. "But I'm happy to be here with you and Ben."

Susan could see that Pat was eager to get into either Ben's or her bed. Never had Susan had so many possibilities for sex. But her focus was on Ben.

They watched television for a while. It was getting late, but Susan showed no signs of going to bed and leaving Ben and Pat alone. Finally Pat said she was going to bed. She said good night to her sister and her nephew, giving each of them a sly smile.

Since Ben was sleeping on the couch, Susan had to ask him if he was tired. He said he was. Susan had to leave the living room to him although she knew that would give the boy a chance to slip into his own bed with Pat.

Susan went into her room, but she left the door open. That way she could see Ben if he tried to go to Pat. If she couldn't seduce her son that night, and it looked like she couldn't, she would have liked to go to Pat herself for more cunt lapping. But she couldn't take a chance of having Ben catch her doing that.

Susan heard Pat and Ben getting ready for bed. They each went into the bathroom in turn, then lights began going out. Although it was soon dark and quiet in the apartment, Susan knew there would soon be some sneaking around.

She didn't have to wait long before her prediction came true. Pat crept out of her room and went into the living room. Susan thought Pat could have waited a while. But she gave her credit for being so bold. If Susan were as bold, she would have fucked that way long ago.

Just as the night before, muffled voices were heard in the dark. But to her surprise, Susan saw a light go on. Did Pat need to see the boy in order to fuck him, she wondered? Or was she luring Susan into peeking?

In any case, Susan had no choice but to slip out of bed and creep to her door. She could look down the hallway to the living room, but she couldn't see the couch. But she could hear better now.

"No, she can't see us," Pat was saying. "Besides, she's asleep. I heard her snoring when I went past her room. I like fucking with the lights on."

Snoring indeed, Susan said to herself. But that proved that Pat wanted her to peek. Susan realized that if she sneaked down the hallway, she could hide behind the room-divider that held her potted plants. From there she would have a clear view of all the action.

She put on her robe and slipped down the hallway. Just as she'd thought, she could watch from behind the room-divider, the ferns hiding her. Pat had turned on the small lamp on the desk so there wasn't too much light – just enough to enable Susan to watch the fun.

Ben was lying on the couch covered with a light blanket. Pat was sitting on the edge of the couch, naked, leaning over him. They were kissing. Ben was thrilled to get another chance to fuck his aunt. His prick lifted the blanket like a tent.

Pat moved back and began pulling the blanket slowly off him. When his prick poked out, they both giggled. Pat looked down at the twitching monster. Ben was proud of his huge cock, and it was fun showing it off to his sexy aunt.

Pat put her hands on the boy's hips, then slowly brought them together, surrounding that towering prick with gripping finger. Holding the shaft with one hand, she moved the fingers of her other hand over the bloated head. His cock jerked in response.

Pat lifted his balls, slipping her fingertips beneath them and tickled him near the asshole. When Ben saw her licking her lips, he began to hope for the ultimate – a blow job.

"Such a nice, big prick," Pat said softly. "So beautiful."

She bent down over the swollen thing. Ben could hardly contain his excitement as her face neared his cock. Whew he felt her lips place a kiss right on the tip, he let out a little yelp of pleasure. Pat let go of the prick with her hands, letting it slap against her ups as it throbbed.

She opened her mouth, letting the prick-knob tap against her slightly protruding tongue. Gradually, she opened her mouth wider and took the cock into it.

The sight of Pat's pretty face with his prick stuck into it was almost as thrilling to the boy as the feeling of her hot mouth on it. Pat closed her lips around the prick-tip as her mouth began to fill with saliva.

"Uh-h-h, Aunt Pat. Oh that feels so good," Ben whispered.

She began moving her tongue around the mouthful of cock. Ben shivered as he felt the incomparable sensation of a skilled mouth wrapped around his prick. Her tongue moved with such lively wiggles, and her mouth was so hot he knew there couldn't be anything like this treat.