Brian Laver: Mother_s young lover

"Oh, Clark, you're so good to me," she sighed.

Clark was kissing his way down her belly. He paused to slip his tongue into her belly button. Then he was on his way again. Over her belly his lips and tongue played until he arrived at the carpet of curls that covered her cunt mound.

But rather than dive right into her pussy, Clark kissed around it. His tongue made little circles on the tops of her thighs. He could taste a faint hint of the flavor waiting for him in the envelope of her cunt.

"Eat me, sweetheart," she gasped. "Eat me!"

Clark didn't have the heart to tease her any longer. He moved his tongue to her gash. Her cunt was spread, smiling pinkly at him. His tongue licked the length of the opening. At first his tongue barely penetrated the cunt. But with every lap, he stuck it in further.

"O-h-h-h, God," Susan said. "That feels sooooo good."

By now, Clark's tongue was sliding along the twin ridges of the inner lips that guarded the entrance to her tunnel. He could feel those wet cunt lips slithering over his tongue tip. Between them, the concentrated flavor of pussy cream could be tasted.

Moving his face tighter against her crotch, Clark slid his tongue right up her cunt tube. He wiggled it with all his might.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," Susan wailed in a quavering tone.

Her hips began bucking involuntarily. Clark had to hold on to her to keep his face from being shaken right out of her cunt. But he did hold on, and his tongue reached even higher up that narrow passage.

"Ow-w-w-w-w!" Susan cried. "Oh, shit, Clark! Oh-h-h-h!"

Susan felt the pleasure in her body gathering into a knot. She knew that it wouldn't be long before that knot would burst in a powerful orgasm. Clark's tongue flailed around in her snatch with maddening fury.

"Clark!" she screamed suddenly. "Get in! Fuck me!"

As she screamed, she grabbed wildly at his shoulders. He couldn't have moved fast enough for her. Although he scrambled up to cover her body with his own, Susan kept tugging at him.

"Come on," she gasped. "Fuck me. I've got to feel your prick in me. Come on."

Susan grabbed his prick as soon as it was within reach. She pulled it to her cunt. Clark thrust his prick and soon felt the heat of her soaking cunt surrounding the bloated head.

With a lunge of his hips, he sent his cock into the pussy his tongue had loosened up. With the tight walls of that chamber hugging his cock he was instantly hit by a wave of ecstasy.

After letting his prick lie motionless for a few seconds while he thrilled to the grip of that cunt, he began pumping.

"E-e-e-a-a-a-h-h-h-h!" Susan groaned desperately as she felt the fat cock sliding in her cunt.

Because of the cunt lapping, Susan was far ahead of Clark in the climax derby. But that was fine with him. He knew that she was capable of several orgasms during one fuck.

As he pumped, Susan went wild under him. If it hadn't been for his weight on top of her, she would have shaken herself right off the bed.

As Clark's hips thrust forward, Susan's came up to meet him. Together they drove his prick deep into her clutching pussy.

"I'm going to come," she gasped. "Oh, Clark, I'm coming! A-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h!"

Susan's body began, convulsing wildly. Clark fought to keep his cock stroking rhythmically into the spasming cunt. Susan tried to kiss him, but in her insane rapture, she could only press her teeth and tongue on Clark's gasping mouth.

Finally, she began to settle down. Now Clark could feel his orgasm forming. The pressure of his gism rose. He began grunting, and his prick twitched in the slippery grip of the cunt around it. Susan grabbed Clark's hair and lifted his face so she could watch it as he came. The memory of his orgasmic grimace always had excited her, and now that she could see it again she wasn't going to miss it.

"Oh, Clark. You're so beautiful when you come," she said.

"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" he gasped as his prick shot bullets of hot gism into her.

By the time Clark had emptied his load, though, Susan was on her way to a second climax. When Clark found her unwilling to stop bucking her hips, he made an effort to keep going. But his prick was too tender.

"Roll over," Susan said desperately.

Holding on to each other, they managed to roll over without letting Clark's cock slip from her pussy. Now, Susan was able to rock back and forth on top of Clark. She could stir her cunt with his prick without sliding it in and out. That way she could bring herself off without driving Clark crazy from an over stimulated prick.

In that position, Clark got a good view of her in the throes of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly shut but her mouth was opened in a wise circle. Her dark brown hair was wet with sweat and sticking to her face and neck. As she rocked, her tits jumped and shook. Clark reached up and took them into his hands.

"Oh, baby," Susan breathed. "Oh, sweetheart. Um-m-m. Oh-h-h."

It was a real treat to watch this lusty woman in the grip of an orgasm. He could feel her quaking through the tits he was holding. He could read the pleasure on her face as her features distorted.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-AH-AH!" she screamed as her second climax struck.

When she collapsed on Clark's body, she felt cold. She had been sweating, and the sweat was evaporating. Clark threw a blanket over them. Her cunt was squeezing his prick with residual spasms.

"Oh, Clark, I still can't believe you're here."

"Well get used to it, honey. I'm here, and will be as long as you want me."

As they lay there, Susan still on top, they heard the apartment door open and close. Susan froze. Clark picked up her fear as she quickly rolled off him.

"Mom, you here?" a voice called.

"It's Ben," Susan gasped. "What's he doing home from school?"

Before Susan could answer the boy, he was in the doorway to her bedroom. The shock he felt when he saw Clark was clearly visible on his face.

"Hello, honey," Susan said to her son. "What are you doing home?"

"Hello, Ben," Clark said trying not to sound embarrassed.

The boy stood there looking at them without saying a word. Then he disappeared, followed by the slam of his bedroom door.

"He's been coming home from school on weekends lately. He's not supposed to, but he does," Susan said as she got out of bed.

Susan threw a robe around her and followed her son.

"Ben, can I come in?" she asked, knocking on his door.

He didn't answer, but Susan opened his door anyway. He was sitting on the edge of his bed. Susan could see he was hurt by the sight of her in bed with Clark.

"I'm sorry," she said walking towards him.

"There's no reason to be sorry," Ben said.

"Well, I guess you're right. But I know it's hard for you to find me in bed with Clark. He just showed up today. I didn't even know he was in town."

As Susan looked at her son, she saw his father, Ted. The boy looked very much like his father. He was almost as tall as Ted.

He had his father's blond hair and fine features.

"It can be very lonely being a widow," she said. "And Clark likes me, Ben. He really does. And he liked you too."

"That's nice," Ben said. "It's your business, Mom. I don't want to stop you from doing what ever you want."

"It hasn't been easy since your father died, for either of us. But we have to do the best we can," Susan said. "How would you like to go out to dinner? Clark has to go now anyhow."

The boy didn't say anything. Susan wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her tits. Then she told him to put on a tie and get ready to go out.

Susan went back to her room. Clark was almost dressed.

"I hope he isn't going to be mad at me," Clark said.

"No. But he's been moody ever since Ted died. He'll be all right. But you'd better leave."