Brian Laver - Mother_s young lover

As she held the prick in her mouth, Pat continued using her hands on the rest of his body. She pumped his loose cock-skin gently and kept his balls in the palm of her hand. It was obvious that she liked sucking and playing with his prick and balls.

When Ben saw Pat take her mouth from his prick and felt the cool air on the wet cockhead, he felt a pang of disappointment. But that feeling was relieved when Pat kissed her way down his shaft and took his balls into her mouth. She held them carefully as though they were delicate china.

Ben was amazed to hear his aunt humming suddenly. But when he felt the vibrations of her voice in his balls, he understood. His balls tinged as though an electric current were passing through them.

While Pat hummed on his balls, she held his prick with both hands like a baseball bat. Ben realized that she knew how to give him the most pleasure every second.

"I never felt anything like this," Ben whispered. "It's fantastic."

After humming for a while, Pat took the cock into her mouth again. But now rather than merely bathe it in saliva and wiggle her tongue over the tip, she moved her head up and down. When Ben felt his prick fucking her mouth, sliding over her tongue and through her lips, he began pumping his hips slightly in an involuntary motion.

Just as he thought nothing could be better than the treatment he was getting, he felt Pat slip a hand under his balls to his ass. His asscheeks tensed at her sexy touch. But when her fingers pried between the cheeks, Ben gasped loudly.

With her other hand, Pat spread his thighs, which spread his cheeks enough to get her finger to the puckered entrance to his asshole. She wiggled her finger tip over that hole.

Ben had stuck his finger up his own ass occasionally when he jerked oft but the thought of his aunt doing it to him was incredible. He tried to relax his sphincter so she could penetrate the tight hole, but in his condition of arousal it wasn't easy.

Pat pulled her hand out from under his ass and lifted her head from his cock. But after drooling some saliva on her middle finger, she took up her old position. Her mouth surrounded the prick again, and her wet finger pressed against his asshole.

It was amazing what a little spit could do, Ben thought as he felt her finger pierce his rectum. His asshole stretched over the finger as it invaded him.

With her finger wiggling up his ass, the blow-job was more fantastic than ever. Ben held his aunt's head as it moved up and down over his crotch. As her head descended, his cock slid over her tongue to the back of her throat. As she lifted her head, she dragged the loose skin up slightly and tugged at the fat head.

"Oh, shit," Ben gasped. "Uh-h-h, I never felt anything So… so… Uh-h-h-h."

Pat could tell by the way his asshole was chomping down on her finger that he was going to come soon. Her head was moving with a steady rising and falling motion. Her finger was massaging the lining of his asshole.

Ben was in ecstasy. His orgasm was charging up from the depths of his body. He held a hand over his mouth to keep from grunting loudly enough to wake his mother.

Meanwhile, his mother was watching the whole scene. Behind the ferns, Susan was reaching up her pussy with a stirring finger. Her other hand was shoved up her ass in imitation of Pat's technique on her son.

When Ben came, Susan could tell by the sounds of his muffled moans that his ecstasy was intense. She had never seen a man's body whiplash like his did.

He finally came to a halt and lay limply, breathing hard. Pat lifted her face, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood.

When Susan saw Pat coming her way she shrank back into the darkness. But there was no way she could hide. Pat looked at her, but kept walking. Susan tiptoed back to her room, timing her footsteps with Pat's so Ben wouldn't hear her.

When she got into bed, she was shivering. A few days before she had been a typical widowed mother. Now she was in the middle of a sexual storm. It was exciting, but she wondered where it would lead.

Susan had a bad case of jealousy. Her sister had fucked her son and sucked him off, while she had only been a spectator. And now her incestuous passion was raging out of control.

She was watching them both with a sharp eye, catching every wink and smile. If only Pat would go away, Susan figured, she could have the boy to herself. But she wouldn't throw her sister out of her apartment, and Ben had to be back in school the very next day.

It was Sunday. They all lounged around the living room reading the paper. When the phone rang, Susan asked Ben to answer it so she wouldn't have to leave him and Pat alone even for a second.

But Ben came back saying the call was for her. It was Clark. As Susan went into the kitchen where the phone was, she could feel her cunt aching for a stiff prick to fill it. And she knew what Clark wanted to fulfill her desire.

He asked her to come to his place that afternoon. "I miss your sweet cunt, honey," he said. "I've had a hard-on all morning."

"Why don't you come over here?" Susan asked. "Maybe we can all go out together."

"I don't want to go on any field trips with your sister and kid," he said. "I want to fuck you. Come on now, be a nice girl and come over here. Ben and Pat can amuse themselves for a while."

Susan knew all too well, that they could amuse themselves, but she couldn't tell Clark that. She merely said that she had to spend the day with her sister and son.

"Are you sure you don't want to come over here, though?" she asked him again.

"No thanks," he said. "I'll just stay here and jerk off. Or maybe I'll take a walk downtown and check out the local talent."

Susan felt terrible. Clark had sounded pretty pissed off and she couldn't blame him. Still, she couldn't leave Ben and Pat – her jealously was too strong.

"I think I'll go for a walk," Pat said when Susan came back into the living room.

Susan couldn't believe her luck. Now she would have a chance to be alone with Ben. But would she have the nerve to fuck him, she wondered? Ordinarily she wouldn't. Now, however, her incestuous lust was strong enough to carry her through.

"Can I go along?" Ben asked.

Shit, Susan said to herself. Was Pat trying to get the boy away from her? If so, she told herself she would invite herself along too. There was no way she was going to let Pat have another chance at the boy now that she was dying for him.

"No, I think I'd better go alone," Pat said. "I want to check out the windows on Fifth Avenue, and I think you would find it boring."

Susan could have kissed Pat for that. As Pat left the apartment, she gave her sister a look that seemed to say good luck.

Now that Susan was alone with the object of her kinky desires, though, she found that she didn't know how to proceed. Pat hadn't had any trouble, she told herself, but that didn't help.

Then she got an idea.

"I think I'll take a shower," she said.

She knew the boy would go to his closet and peek through the wall at her. And she would give him a show that would leave him drooling.

She went to her room to undress. Then in her robe, she went to the bathroom. On the way, she checked the living room to see if Ben was still there. He was. But Susan knew he would be at his peeping hole when he heard the bathroom door close.

Once in the bathroom, she gave the boy a moment to get into the closet before she took her robe off. She listened carefully, but wasn't sure if she could hear him or not.

When she took her robe off, though, she could practically feel his horny gaze on her body. She knew where the crack was on the bathroom side of the wall. Since it was a thin line between two titles, she had never noticed it. But now she made sure she played to that view.