Brian Laver: Mother_s young lover

He couldn't resist pumping his prick with that kinky sight to watch. But he hoped the show would get even better. He wanted to see his mother play with her cunt. He got his wish.

Ben felt his body vibrate with intense lust as Susan reached for her cunt. Her fingers slid down her belly and into her pubic hair. Ben strained his eye watching her wrap her fingers around that mound while her legs sagged open farther.

He could just barely see the crack. His mother's fingers rubbed over the furry patch without entering it. But Ben knew she was going to heat up. Didn't he caress and squeeze his prick before beginning to pump it? He knew she wouldn't be able to stop now until she did a real job on herself.

The older guys at school talked about how chicks jerked off. But not many of them had actually witnessed the sight. As his peering eye traveled from her tit sucking to her cunt rubbing, Ben began to feel dizzy with passion.

As Susan rubbed her cunt, her finger tips began to line up along the crack. Then they began to enter it. Ben could see how the hairy lips parted.

He caught a glimpse of the pink lining of the snatch, but her fingers made it impossible to study that mysterious region.

Susan's body tensed. Her grip on her tit tightened and her fingers in her cunt pressed harder. Ben knew about the little button a woman had in her cunt and how it would drive her wild when it was rubbed. He guessed that his mother had just touched that button.

Ben struggled to keep his prick-pumping slow. He wanted to wait until his mother was in the same condition as he before shooting his load. And she was getting there.

He could tell how soft and plump her mound was by the way it wiggled around her diddling fingers. She seemed to be rubbing her cunt near the top of the crack. But then her hand went farther between her thighs. Her legs spread wider.

Now her whole, body was shaking and rocking. Ben could hear water being splashed. He saw his mother drop the tit she had been sucking. The heavy globe splashed as it hit the water.

Ben had never dreamed that a chick could get so wild while jerking off. But his mother was going through more violent gyrations than he ever had when he masturbated.

Lying back, Susan concentrated all her effort on her cunt. Her tits rolled around on her chest with the vigorous motion of her clit massage. She lifted her legs to the rims of the tub, spreading her crotch wider.

Ben was pumping his prick faster now, but he was still trying to pace himself. He saw his mother reach her other hand into her crotch. As she continued rubbing her clit, she stuck the middle finger of her other hand up her twat.

With both hands working on her cunt, Susan had obscured the view of it, but the total picture was unbelievable. Ben felt his gism rushing through his cock. Then, with a blinding flash of ecstasy, he came.

He stood there firing gism at the wall in front of him. But he kept his eye at the crack. He didn't want to miss a second of the fabulous sight of his mother's writhing body. Even though he'd come first, his interest didn't flag in the least.

In fact, his cock didn't even get soft. As soon as he had run out of gism, he could feel his balls struggling to manufacture more.

Susan was on the verge of coming now, the boy could see. Water was leaping out of the tub as she thrashed around. Both her hands were moving swiftly and vigorously in her crotch; one rubbing, the other pumping. With some fingers on her clit and her tunnel, she was able to give herself a powerful climax.

"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h!" she wailed.

The sound coming through the crack made Ben grab his prick again. He thought he had a pretty good imagination, but he had never imagined anything like this.

Susan tried to keep her teeth clamped together so she wouldn't make too much noise. But her ecstasy was too much to contain. As her orgasm descended, her arms and legs began to jerk. Her body quaked. Then she was suddenly still.

Ben stared with his mouth hanging open. His prick was once again twitching in his hand. Watching his mother resting in the water, he began to slowly pump his cock again.

The boy stood there while his mother began bathing. All the while he stroked his prick. By the time she was finishing, he was squeezing a few more drops of gism from his tired cock. Then he staggered to his bed, too knocked out to watch his mother dry herself.

Lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, he thought about his horny rage. Watching his mother jerking off in the tub was incredibly exciting and his orgasm had been dynamite. But he was hornier than ever.

That crack was a Godsend, but he was thinking of another sort of crack – the warm, wet, hairy type. He would have to get at a cunt or he would [missing text].

At breakfast the next morning, Ben was silent. Susan didn't want to force him to talk, but she did want to know why he had come home when he wasn't supposed to. She also wanted to know what he really thought of Clark's showing up.

The phone rang. Susan answered.

"Hello, Clark," she said. "Yes, they are here."

Ben saw his mother look toward the living room where some rolled up drawings were lying on the coffee table.

"Well. I don't know about that. I'll have to see," Susan said, then said good-bye and hung up.

"Clark left some drawings here yesterday. He's going to pick them up," Susan told Ben.

"Is he going to be in town long?" Ben asked.

"It looks like he will. He got a job consulting with a firm in New York. Those drawings are part of a new project he's working on. Some of the ideas he used are those your father was working on when he died. Clark said he would pay me royalties if they use the plans."

"That's nice," Ben said. "What else did he want?"

"He asked me to go out with him this afternoon. But I told him I would see what you were doing first. I thought you and I might go down to the park and take a lunch. We have to talk about your leaving school when you're supposed to stay there."

"Gee, Mom, I told Billy I'd play ball with the guys this afternoon."

"Well, in that case, I'll go with Clark," Susan said.

Ben left the apartment right after breakfast. He didn't really have plans to play ball, but he didn't want his mother asking him about school all day. He would find something to do.

Susan got ready for Clark. By the time he arrived, she was decked out in a tight pair of slacks and a tight sweater. "Let's go to the museum," Clark suggested. "I haven't been there for years."

With his drawings under one arm and Susan under the other, Clark felt great. They walked across the park to the museum. Susan felt like a young girl again.

Ben was walking through the park too. He didn't know where he was going, but he never had any trouble killing a day in the park. He could always find a friend to play frisbee with or he could borrow a skateboard.

As he walked along, kicking pebbles along the path, he heard his name called. Turning, he saw Chuck, an old friend, running toward him.

"Ben! Billy just called me," Chuck said. "They've got some whore they're going to gang bang. Come on!"

Ben felt his blood surge through him at the news.

"Where?" he asked.

"At Carl's. Nobody's home and they found this chick in the park and pooled their money and…"

Chuck was out of breath from running and could say no more. Now they were both running. Ben had heard that story before. But he had always arrived too late, or something had gone wrong. In any case, he never got laid. He was still a virgin.

But the chance had to be pursued. After all, if he missed a chance to get fucked, he would never forgive himself. As they ran, Ben felt his prick growing already.

The doorman at Carl's apartment building recognized the boys. He opened the door and was almost knocked over by them as they ran through. The elevator seemed amazingly slow. Both boys were practically out of their minds with anticipation. Ben was trying to prepare himself for a disappointment, though. That way, he wouldn't feel too bad if it didn't turn out.