Brian Laver - Mother_s young lover

He was going to be easy pickings, Pat told herself as she caught a cab. She hoped Susan was getting somewhere with Ben. Susan was a nice chick, Pat thought. But she has to learn to go after what she wants.

Pat knew that Susan would be jealous of her if she fucked Clark. But she could explain it and it would be all right. Especially if Susan fucked her son as Pat knew she was dying to do. If Susan didn't fuck Ben, maybe Pat wouldn't tell her about visiting Clark.

When Clark opened his door, Pat knew he was as eager as she was to have some fun. She decided to come right to the point.

"Things were getting pretty dull over at Susan's," she said. "So I thought I'd see if there was more excitement here."

"I'm glad you came," Clark said. "What's the matter with that sister of yours, anyhow? She doesn't want to see me, at least not alone."

"I think she's too concerned with keeping an eye on me and her son," Pat said.

"Why?" Clark asked. "Does she think you're interested in the boy?"

"I am interested in him. As a matter of fact, I've already turned my interest into a few good hours of fun."

"What? You mean you've fucked Ben?" Clark asked incredulously.

"Sure. Why not? He's old enough to be very grateful for my attention," she said.

"Well, sure he is, but that doesn't mean. No wonder Susan is keeping her eye on you."

"But she isn't watching me now," Pat said with a lascivious smile.

"I see," Clark said.

Pat was wandering around the room as she spoke. Clark's eyes followed every move, and Pat made sure she showed him her best angles.

"But I don't think Susan is watching me only to protect Ben," she said. "I think she's jealous."

"Jealous? Of you and Ben? You mean she's interested in her son the same way you are?" Clark asked.

Pat laughed. She loved stirring up the shit. She always had.

"Could be. Ben's a good-looking, horny kid, after all," she said.

"You're crazy," Clark said. "Beautiful, sexy, but crazy."

"Maybe. But let's fuck."

Pat laughed again as she saw Clark's expression. Apparently the guy wasn't used to the direct approach. It would have been too easy to seduce him in the usual way: smiles, double-entendres, sitting close to him on the couch. She wanted a challenge. Besides, if she stirred him up a bit, he would fuck her with more savagery. He might even prove to be as exciting as Ben had been.

"You're pretty sure of yourself aren't you?"

"Yep," Pat said. She sat down on the couch and assumed a submissive position.

"Well maybe you shouldn't be so confident," Clark said. "You could be in for a disappointment."

"Oh, you aren't going to turn me down, are you?" she asked with mockery in her voice.

"You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?" Clark said. "Since you arrived, you accused Susan of lusting after her son, admitted seducing a teenage kid, and tried to seduce me in the most blatant, unimaginative way. You really are nuts."

"Come on, honey," Pat said, ignoring Clark's outburst. "Let's get undressed."

She could see that the guy was steaming. When he turned his anger into passion, he was going to be a real dynamo. She reached for the top button of her tailored blouse and opened it.

Then she opened the next button, and the next.

Clark stood in the middle of the room, staring at her. He didn't know what to do. She was such a bitch, he felt like throwing her out of his place. But he was horny. And maybe fucking Susan's sister would be a good idea. After all, Susan had been refusing him lately. This might teach her a lesson.

As Pat pulled her blouse off, she knew exactly what Clark was thinking. He was going to fuck her all right, she knew. And because he was pissed off, he would try to show off.

When Pat saw the way he opened his belt and pulled down his fly, she felt a buzz of excitement in her pussy. Clark was acting like a general sending his army into battle. Her strategy had worked perfectly.

She stood and lowered her skirt. Clark popped a button off his shirt in his enthusiasm.

She pulled her pantyhose down over her hips, then sat down to take them from her legs. Then she lifted her ass just enough to slip her panties down. When she pulled her feet through them, she threw them at Clark.

She had aimed at his face, but he was too far away. The panties hit him in the chest. But he caught them, and lifted them to his face. Pat was fairly impressed with that kinky gesture.

Clark threw the panties on a chair and continued undressing. Pat remained on the couch, sitting with her legs spread. As Clark came toward her, she got off the couch, and rested on her knees in front of him before he could sit down beside her.

His cock was just rising as she took it into her hands and stuck the tip into her mouth. A quick start could be very exciting, she knew. She began munching on the prick hungrily.

"What's the hurry?" Clark asked.

"I've got twelve other guys to fuck this afternoon," she said, pulling the cock from her mouth momentarily.

"You really are a bitch," Clark said.

"Mm hum," she answered with her mouth full.

As she sucked, her fingers went to the crack of Clark's ass. Running them along that crevice, she began to sink them between his tense cheeks. Clark spread his legs farther so she could reach his asshole.

In another few seconds. Pat had a finger wedged up that tight hole. His prick was sliding nicely over her tongue. She wondered if she should bring him off right away. Was he a big enough heel to throw her out after he came? Or would he bring her off too?

She decided to take a chance. Bobbing her head quickly, she applied as much friction to his cock as she could. The finger up his ass would help, she realized.

Clark began to sway as he stood there with his cock engulfed in her mouth. He was holding onto her head, but since it was moving back and forth rapidly, it didn't offer much support.

"W-wait," Clark gasped. "Let me come in your cunt!"

Pat stopped sliding the cook in and out of her mouth. If Clark didn't want her to drink his gism, that was all right with her. But she had other ideas.

Dropping the cock from her mouth, Pat turned around on her knees and leaned over the seat of the couch. Her ass was sticking out in an obvious invitation. The fuzzy lips of her cunt protruded from beneath the round asscheeks.

Clark dropped to his knees behind her. But as he felt for her cunt she told him what she wanted.

"Stick it up my ass," she said.

She reached behind her and spread her cheeks. Looking down, Clark saw the puckered hole she wanted him to fill. It sounded like an exciting idea, and he brought his bucking prick to that ring.

His cock was still wet with her saliva, so when he pressed it to her asshole, it began to enter without much difficulty. Clark watched it vanish into that tight chamber.

"O-o-o-o-o, that feels so good," Pat whispered.

When his pubic hair was tickling her cheeks, Clark leaned back. Their bodies were lined up perfectly, his body behind and on top of hers. Then he began pumping.

As he pulled and pushed his rod in that narrow, dry passage, Clark's climax neared. Pat could tell by the way his prick was jerking inside her that he was going to come.

His prick began sliding much easier as his gism began to lubricate his pumping. He gasped and groaned and kept ramming his spewing cock until it was spent.

"Oh, baby, m-m-m-m," Pat cooed. "Can you keep going?"

"I don't think so," Clark said. "I'm getting soft."

It was true. Pat could feel the prick buckling as he tried to stuff it up her ass again. Finally, it slipped out entirely.

Pat moved onto the couch and sat with her ass at the edge. She spread her thighs. Clark was still on his knees before her, and gasping for breath.

"Don't leave me like this," she said hoarsely. "Eat me!"