Brian Laver: Mother_s young lover

"I'll call you tomorrow," Clark said.

He kissed Susan good-bye and left.

Ben and Susan went to dinner, but they didn't talk about Clark. Susan brought his name up a few times. She could see that Ben wasn't in the mood to discuss the subject though. She asked him why he came home from his boarding school again. But he didn't want to talk about that either. They ate in virtual silence.

When they got home, Ben went right to his room. He did feel bad about Clark showing up in his mother's bed, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was so horny, he thought. His own horniness was somehow easier to bear if he knew his mother was horny too.

And, of course, there was his fantasies about her. He knew that a kid couldn't fuck his own mother, but he could dream. And Clark had spoiled his dreams. How could he imagine himself in his mother's bed if there was someone else there already?

As he lay there, Ben was listening for the sounds that would indicate that his mother was going to take a bath. That was when he went into action.

Their building was an old one. Its massive stone and plaster was beginning to crack and crumble in certain places. Ben found one of those places between the bathroom and the wall of his bedroom closet.

Maybe that's why he came home. His school was for boys only, and there wasn't even a chance to catch a peek of a naked chick there.

He lay on his bed with his cock twitching in his pants. But he didn't want to jerk off without the sight of his mother in the tub to make it a really good climax. He hadn't jerked off for three days so when he peeked at his mother he could shoot a gallon and feel the tremendous pleasure of release.

When he finally heard the bathroom door close, he jumped. He must have been even hornier than he thought, because he could never remember shaking so violently before.

He went into his closet and closed the door. In the dark, the jagged crack glowed warmly. Moving a box under the crack, he stepped up on it so he could reach that vantage point.

It took a second for his eye to focus through that narrow fissure. But then the bright bathroom could be seen. His mother was sitting on the toilet. The sound of her own water hitting the water in the toilet came through the crack along with the sight.

By now, Ben's prick was pressing painfully against his pants. The toilet faced the wall with the crack, and his mother was still wearing the robe. He could see her furry cunt between her legs as she held the robe open around her waist.

Take a bath, take a bath, Ben said to himself as though he could convey the idea to his mother. He didn't know if he should start jerking off now while her cunt was in sight, or wait until he had a better view, if there would be a better view.

When Susan stood, the robe dropped around her, covering her cunt. The toilet flushed. Ben watched, holding his breath in suspense. When his mother went to the door and opened it, he could have cried.

He went to his bed and lay down. He might as well jerk off now, he thought, while the memory of her taking a piss was fresh in his brain.

With his cock in his hand, Ben began thinking about his mother sitting on the toilet. Just as he began pumping, though, there was a knock at his door. Before answering, he tried to stuff his stiff prick back into his pants.

"Yeah?" he called when he had his prick put away.

The door opened and his mother's head appeared.

"I'm going to take a bath," she said. "I just wondered if you were going out."

"No, I'm not going out."

Susan smiled at her son and closed the door. Now Ben was more excited than ever. He slipped off his bed and went back into the closet. It was a good thing he didn't jerk off prematurely, he thought.

The crack lit up again as Susan switched on the bathroom light. He saw her close the door, then take off her robe in almost the same instant. He took in the sight of her naked beauty. If he had been hot before, now he was on fire.

He watched his mother put on her shower cap, lifting her arms to tuck her long hair into it. Her tits rose with her arms. Ben watched those heavy globes. Her nipples were soft now, as big as silver dollars. He tried to imagine holding the tits. It would take both his hands just to surround one of them, it seemed.

When Susan dropped her arms, her tits wobbled for a second. The mirror she was gazing into was on the same wall as the crack Ben was peering through. That meant he had a good view of her tits, but he couldn't see her cunt.

When she stepped away from the sink, her cunt was visible for a second. Then she bent over the tub and turned on the water. With her cunt out of sight again, Ben focused on her tits again.

Now those jugs were hanging off her chest like the water balloons the guys at school liked to throw at each other. Ben couldn't figure out how her tits could hang so low when she bent over, yet stick out so much when she stood. He would like to find out, though.

He imagined what it would feel like to lift one of those tits in his hand. He found that it was hard to imagine, but he would have given his life to try it.

With the sound of the water filling the tub covering his own sounds, Ben pulled out his prick again. He held it, but waited for a better view before he started pumping. He watched his mother's ass in profile, hoping to get a glimpse of her cunt sticking out behind her as she knelt at the tub. No such luck, however.

He knew that when she was in the tub, she would be facing him. That's when the really good views were to be seen.

Susan turned off the water, stood, then stepped into the tub. Ben could tell by the way she eased herself into the water that it was hot. She made a funny face as her ass submerged.

As she leaned back in the tub, she unknowingly put her body on display for the boy watching on the other side of the wall. Her tits floated slightly. Through the clear water, her hairy pussy could be plainly seen.

Ben began to move the loose skin of his prick back and forth. But he would save his orgasm for when his mother lifted her legs from the tub to wash her thighs. Sometimes he managed to get a glimpse of pink gash then.

Usually, Susan picked up a bar of soap and rubbed it over her tits. But this time, she was just lying there staring at the wall. Ben wondered what she was thinking about. But he was mainly concerned with the excitement her body was giving him.

In the white tile bathroom, his mother's body seemed pink and warm. Her dark nipples and pubic patch were islands of erotic color. Ben would have gladly drunk that bathwater for whatever essence of that woman it contained.

Then Susan did something unusual. Her hands went to her tits without the soap. Instead, she took her tits into her hands with firm fingers. Ben could see that she was squeezing them tightly.

She must be thinking about Clark, Ben thought. He wished he could see her thoughts. They would probably be better than the sight he was watching now – not that there was anything wrong with watching his naked mother holding her tits.

Susan looked down at her tits. Her hands slipped beneath the globes and lifted them slightly. As they broke the surface of the water, Ben noticed that the nipples were now puckered into tight knots.

Ben had never seen anything like this before in all the times he had watched his mother bathe. His cock was jerking crazily with longing as he watched. The sound of his frantic breathing filled the closet.

But when Susan lifted one tit higher, then lowered her face to it, Ben really went wild. His mother was playing with herself, just as he was.

The thought was almost too fantastic to believe.

Susan stuck out her tongue and touched an erect nipple. Ben could see her tongue moving around that knot of flesh. He never thought a chick would suck her own nipple. It was a good lesson for him.