Brian Laver - Mother_s young lover

Pat wiggled her hips in suspended passion, waiting for Clark to release her. She knew a nice guy like him wouldn't hesitate to come to the rescue of a woman in distress.

She was right. Although he was panting from his orgasm and limp, he leaned forward and put his face between her thighs. He dabbed at her cunt with his tongue as he continued panting for breath.

"Yeah, that's it," Pat said. "O-o-o-o-o-o!"

Clark put his hands under Pat's thighs and lifted them. That brought her cunt higher toward his licking tongue. Since she had been in such a hurry, he put the tip of his tongue right on her clit and wiggled it.

As he stirred pleasure into her clit with his tongue, he watched her reacting to the treatment. Her eyes were at half-mast, her mouth was hanging open, and her head was thrown back. Her small tits were shaking with a faster motion than her sister's larger jugs.

"Oh-h-h-h, baby!" she gasped. "Oh-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h!"

Clark had to hold on tightly as her body twisted and jerked. He was glad to see that she could act like a wanton woman as well as a bitch. He drilled his tongue as hard and fast as he could on the hard, little bud.

Pat was kicking her legs wildly in the air over Clark's head. Her back was arched and she grasped his head. Loud, eerie moans filled the room. It was quite, a sight, Clark realized as he watched her over the horizon of her pubic patch.

"No more!" she suddenly screamed as she tried to pull her cunt away from his face.

But Clark decided to hold on and keep drilling her clit with his tongue.

"Yeeeeeo-w-w-w!" Pat screamed. "Please, Clark. No-o-o-o-o!"

He finally relented. He could imagine how her clit felt after a smashing climax.

Pat scurried away as soon as he let go. Grabbing her twat in her hands, she held it like a wound.

"Oh, wow," Pat breathed. "Oh, I thought I was going to lose my mind!"

Clark followed her onto the couch. The cunt lapping had stiffened his prick again, and he intended to use it. Taking her hand away from her pussy, he lowered himself on top of her.

"Hey, give me a breather," she said. "Really. My cunt is just too tender."

"Look, you came here with your twat on a silver platter," Clark said. "Now you're trying to put a lid on it?"

"Come on, honey," Pat said. "I just need a few minutes to…"

But Clark wasn't waiting. Pinning her down with his hands on her tits and the weight of his hips, he brought his prick to the trembling lips of her cunt.

Her mound was soaked with juice and his saliva. His prick almost flew up her tunnel when he thrust.

"OH!" Pat hollered. "Oh, oh, ahhhh!"

Clark knew it would take a lot of pumping to bring him off again, so he began without further delay. With a rhythmic pistoning motion of his hips, his cock stretched her twat. Every time Pat felt his big cock fill her, she let out a desperate wail.

Clark held his body off Pat's, supporting himself on his knees and arms. That way, he could look down and watch her absorb the shocks of his powerful lunges. And with each lunge, her tits shook, her face tightened, and she moaned.

He had hardly begun when he felt her pussy gripping his sliding prick with spasms. She was going to be in for a long ordeal, Clark thought. He hoped she would enjoy it as much as he was going to.

Clark already felt the glow of sexual joy in his pumping cock. It might take a while, but his next orgasm was going to be a beauty.

"How does it feel?" he asked the woman beneath him.

"Divine," Pat sighed between moans. "Terrific, wonderful. Oh-h-h!"

Clark's thrusts were speeding up gradually. His prick was going high up her snatch and bumping into the end of the cunt. With every stroke, his balls swung and bounced against her ass.

In his position, high over her body, Clark could see his shaft flashing between their pubic hairs. It shone with a coating of her slippery cum juice. Then it would disappear as their crotches came crashing together.

Pat was enjoying looking up at Clark, too. His face was taking on the expression of intense lust. Sweat was appearing on his upper lip.

"I'm going to come!" Pat said suddenly. "Eeeeeeah-h-h-h-h-h!"

As she screamed in bliss, Clark felt a flurry of cuntal spasms on his prick. His orgasm was sneaking up on him, too. But Pat would have time to come again, if she could manage it.

Pat writhed in the grip of her orgasm for several seconds, then calmed down. But before long, she began writhing and screaming again.

"I'm going to come again!" she screamed.

"Yeah, I'm going to come too!" Clark said.

Their voices rose in a kinky chorus. Bucking and jerking, their bodies were taken over by their intense ecstasy. Clark could see the muscles in Pat's stomach tightening as she was hit by waves of pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of her as his strength drained through his spewing prick.

"Well, I asked for it and I certainly got it," Pat said. "You can really fuck."

"You're not too bad yourself," Clark answered in the spirit of Pat's fun.

Clark got off the damp body below him. He tried to act as though the fucking hardly mattered to him, but he was wobbling on his feet.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Sure. Whatever you're having is fine," Pat said.

"I suppose you'll tell Susan about this?" Clark said.

"If it comes up in conversation. You weren't planning on keeping it a secret, were you?" Pat asked with an edge in her voice.

"As a matter of fact, I would prefer it that way. I'm very fond of your sister, and I don't want any hassles."

"I don't think you know Susan very well," Pat said. "As a matter of fact, I think she's going through a lot of changes. She may even be going through one right this minute."

"If you mean that stuff about her and her son, I'm not interested. That's just your own perversion spilling over onto your sister," Clark said.

"Have it your own way," Pat said. "But if you were willing to share her with Ben, you might avoid some problems."

Pat didn't want too cause trouble for Susan. However, she knew that Susan was going to fuck Ben, if not that afternoon, then soon. And if Clark knew about it, it would save them both a lot of anguish.

Fortunately, Susan didn't ask Pat where she had spent the afternoon. Pat hadn't quite decided what to reply to that question if it had been put to her. Now she wouldn't have to. But Pat had a question she was dying to ask.

Susan was alone in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Ben was in his room. Pat went into the kitchen and picked a piece of carrot from the salad Susan was making.

"How'd it go?" she asked.

"What?" Susan asked innocently.

Pat felt a tingle run through her. The way her sister was acting made it obvious that she had scored with Ben. But Pat was intent on making her admit it.

"Come on, you know what I'm talking about," she said.

"I don't," Susan insisted.

"Well, if you want to keep it a secret, that's your privilege."

"I'm not keeping any secrets from you, Pat. I don't know what you're talking about," Susan said.

"Okay, have it your way," Pat said.

Pat had decided to approach the subject from another direction. But that would have to wait until later.

When they sat down to eat, Pat studied Ben. The boy didn't look at her the same way he had before. That confirmed her suspicions.

"Did you see anything interesting this afternoon?" Susan asked her sister, just to make conversation.

Pat almost said that she had seen something very interesting. But then she decided to give the pot another stir.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I didn't go window shopping after all. I stopped in to see Clark."

Susan's face went blank. Her fear of competition was clearly written in her eyes. Pat merely smiled slightly and passed the potatoes.