Brian Laver - Mother_s young lover

Before leaning over to turn on the water, she grabbed her tits and watched in the mirror as the pliable flesh oozed through her fingers. Then she brushed her fingers over the nipples until they were stiff and protruding. She knew Ben would be impressed with her tits after playing with Pat's much smaller ones.

She bent over to turn on the water. But this time she stuck her ass out toward the crack in the wall even though that position was somewhat unnatural. While the tub filled, Susan leaned on the sink, facing the crack in the wall, and played idly with her tits and pubic hair.

The thought of jerking off occurred to her. After all, now that Ben was getting fucked and sucked, he might need more than just the sight of her naked body to turn him on.

The thought of bringing herself off in the boy's view made her pussy wet. She knew he'd watched her fuck herself before, but then she hadn't known about the crack in the wall. It would be terribly exciting to jerk off knowing his eyes were on her.

The fingers Susan had been combing through her cuntal curls now began to creep between her thighs. She spread her legs and reached a finger up her cunt. Imagining the boy on the other side of the wall watching her and grabbing his prick made her all the more horny.

But Susan wanted to give him an even better show. The crack was rather high, so he wouldn't be able to look up her twat. Lying in the tub, she could give him a good view, but then her cunt would be distorted by the water.

Suddenly, she got the clever idea of climbing on the toilet and watching herself in the mirror. That way she could give Ben a great view of a weird performance. Standing on the toilet, she swung the mirror into position. She tried to give Ben two views of her pussy-tickling – one directly and one in the mirror.

She lifted one leg to the top of the tank of the toilet. Finally, she was satisfied that she was in a weird enough position. She could see the shining gash between her legs with her finger in it, and she hoped Ben could see as much. Then she began pumping her finger in and out. It was soon glistening with the leaking cunt cream.

With her free hand, she scooped, up a wobbling tit. Now she worked on giving herself a powerful I orgasm. From her experiences with Pat, she knew that there was no better sight to bring the passions to a boil than the sight of a chick in the throes of an orgasm.

It wasn't long before she was shaking in ecstasy. She had to let go of her tit to grab the wall in order to keep from falling. She felt her tit bounce and sway on her chest when she dropped it, and she knew that would look beautiful to the horny kid.

She didn't hold back her wails of bliss, either, although she pretended to try. She only hoped that if Ben jerked off while watching her, he would have enough sexual energy left when she confronted him.

When Susan had had her climax and was climbing off the toilet, the bathtub had almost overflowed. She had to drain some water before she could climb into it. Once she was in, though, the water was higher than usual, and her tits floated like balloons.

She bathed quickly. Now that both she and Ben were on the road to incest, she wanted to hurry it along. But she washed and dried herself with as much sexiness as she could so Ben would be wild even after jerking off.

Susan planned to leave the bathroom quickly and go right into his room. With luck, she could catch him with his prick in hand. That seemed the best way to seduce him, she thought.

She was barely dry when she threw her robe around her and left the bathroom. To her surprise, Ben's bedroom door was wide open. Susan felt a sharp pang of disappointment. Hadn't he bothered to peek at her after all?

She went to the living room when she found him still lying on the floor, on his stomach, looking at the newspaper. He looked up at her, smiled, then looked down at the paper again.

Susan was devastated. Her jealousy overcame her capacity to restrain it.

"What's the matter?" she asked Ben sternly. "Ever since your aunt has been fucking you you're not interested in peeking at me?"

Ben looked up at her with horror on his face. When Susan saw his stricken look, she realized what she had done. She had never lost control of herself like that before.

Ben jumped up and ran to his room. He slammed the door so hard the pictures on the walls jumped. Susan was left standing there with her hand over her mouth in disbelief.

She had to try to patch things up, she realized. Otherwise, her son would never forgive her. She went to his door and knocked. There was no answer.

She opened the door and saw Ben lying on his bed, face down.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Susan said.

The boy didn't move. Susan walked toward him.

"I heard you and Pat fucking the first night she arrived. And last night I couldn't resist peeking into the living room while she was blowing you." Susan spoke softly, as though she were coaxing a shy kitten. She was afraid Ben would run out of the apartment.

"I guess I was jealous. In fact I know I was," she I continued. "When I, was hanging up Pat's things in your closet, I noticed the crack. I even spied on her through it. And just now, I, well, I was hoping you were watching me in the bathroom. I put on quite a show."

Ben looked up at her, but remained quiet. Susan's heart raced as she saw that her son was willing to listen to her.

"So when I found that you weren't peeking at me, I felt hurt, jealous. That's why I said what I did," she said. "You understand, don't you?"

By the time she'd said all that, Susan was beside Ben's bed. Her robe was falling open and the boy was staring at her exposed tits.

"Yeah, I understand, Mom," he said. "It's all right. But I was peeking at you just now. I saw you standing on the toilet, jerking off, and it drove me wild, even after fucking Aunt Pat. After I watched you take your bath, I went back to the living room. Then you came in."

"Oh, I'm such a foolish old woman," Susan said.

She sat down on the bed, holding her head in her hands. She had never felt more ridiculous. But having the truth out in the open was like a breath of fresh air.

Ben's hand on her shoulder made Susan look up from her lap where she'd been staring ashamedly. Their eyes met. It was immediately clear to both of them that their longing was mutual.

Suddenly, they were in each other's arms. Neither of them knew who made the first move. It had been spontaneous. Their mouths crashed together and their tongues intertwined. Susan was pulled down on top of Ben, her tits loose and covering his chest with their ample mass.

Being in the embrace of that young stud was like being caught up in a cyclone, Susan thought. His hands dragged her robe up over her ass and grabbed the wide cheeks. His mouth was opened wide and his tongue reached deeply into her mouth.

They rolled over so Susan was on the bottom. Ben wiggled down her body until his face was buried in her tits. With his hands and mouth, he attacked those mountains of softness with eager greed.

"Your tits are so much bigger than Aunt Pat's," he said just before stuffing a silver dollar-sized nipple into his mouth.

Ben devoured her tit like a starving beggar would devour a steak. After having her sister nibble at her tits with feminine tenderness, her son's voracious appetite for her boobs amazed and thrilled her.

Ben's head wagged from side to side as he forced more and more tit into his mouth. While he sucked, his hands also kept busy on those fleshy melons. But Susan had to interrupt him. She had to have him undress.

"Take your clothes off, honey," she said.

She wasn't sure the boy could pull himself away from his feast, but those words coming from his own mother had such a sexy effect on him that he was able to stop. Jumping off the bed, he tore at his clothes desperately. Susan almost laughed. But she was much too interested in the sight of his cock. She slipped out of her robe.