Brian Laver: Mother_s young lover

Clark had rented an apartment, and they would stay overnight at his place or hers. Susan hadn't been so happy in years.

"I don't think it is just a phase," Susan continued. "Other boys don't run away from school. I think Ben has a problem, and I should know what it is."

"You're making too much of this," Clark said. "Believe me, I was a young boy myself."

"What do you mean, I'm making too much of this? Ben's my son, and my responsibility."

They were both surprised at Susan's angry tone.

"Okay, okay, let's not fight," Clark said.

Susan smiled and took his hand. She certainly didn't want to argue. That would spoil the mood they had been in all week. The restaurant they were in was just around the corner from Clark's apartment, and they both were anxious to go there.

As they walked down the street, Clark took Susan's arm in his hand and felt her tits against his fingers. When he wiggled the fingers against that firm softness, Susan leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. That was all that was necessary to start Clark's prick inflating.

In the elevator, he took a tit into his hand and kissed her deeply. Susan felt the lump of his stiff cock pressing against her belly. That was all she needed to make her pussy wet with slippery juice.

By the time they were in Clark's apartment, they were ready and eager.

"Let's go right into the bedroom," Susan suggested.

"I'm with you, baby."

Clark held a hand on her ass as they walked to the bedroom. He loved to feel her ass move as she walked.

"Let me undress you," Clark said.

Susan remembered how they would undress each other before, when Ted was still alive. Their affair had been a beautiful one, until Ted's death had ended it. As Clark began to unbutton her blouse, Susan was overwhelmed by the memory of those wonderful days.

Clark and Ted had been advisers for a construction team in South America. Ted had an accident resulting in a broken leg, and had to be sent to the hospital. Clark would go with her to visit Ted, then drive her back to the trailers where they were staying.

They fucked the first night Ted was in the hospital and every other night as well. That's when they began undressing each other. It had been very exciting. And it still was.

Susan shivered as Clark opened her blouse. He stepped behind her and slipped it from her shoulders. Then, taking a tit in each hand, he pulled her tightly to him. Susan could feel his prick pulsing against her ass through all the layers of clothing that separated them.

Clark kissed the fragrant, warm skin of her neck and shoulders. His hands massaged her heavy tits.

His fingers felt her nipples harden.

"Oh, Clark, no one's ever handled me the way you do," she cooed.

"And I've never handled another woman who's felt as good as you do, baby."

Susan turned around and unbuttoned Clark's shirt. He helped her take it off his broad shoulders. Then they moved closer, slowly pressing Susan's tits against the hard wall of his chest. He could feel her hard nipples poking him.

Susan looked up. Clark bent down and they kissed. As the warm odor of each other's body filled their nostrils, they took turns exploring the other's mouth with their tongue. Clark filled Susan's mouth with hungry licks, he knew that made her cunt drool.

Susan was wearing slacks, and while they kissed, Clark found the button that held them closed. He opened it and pulled down the zipper beneath. As Susan felt those tight slacks loosen, she felt that the way to her cunt was being prepared for invasion.

Pulling his mouth from hers, Clark began to slide down her body. He rubbed his face over her tits, taking time to suck a nipple into his mouth. Then his face moved down her flat, smooth belly.

Kneeling before her, Clark tugged at her slacks. With Susan's help, they slid down her wide hips and well-formed legs. She stepped out of them and took them from Clark. He looked at the sight before his eyes. Resting his ass on his heels, his face was level with Susan's pussy.

He could see the dark hair of her cunt through her pearl-white panties. A few hairs stuck through the leg holes. He could smell the love cream that was already soaking the crotch of those panties. Pressing his cheek against that soft mound, he could feel the texture of her curly hair pressed behind the nylon.

Then he tucked his fingers into the elastic waistband of the panties and pulled them down. As her pussy rose over the curtain of nylon Clark fixed his eyes on it. He could see the crack of her cunt at the bottom of that hairy triangle. It was opened slightly because of her aroused passion.

Leaving the undies around her ankles, Clark nuzzled his nose and mouth into the tight curls of her cunt. He loved her pussy. It was his favorite type: plump, deep, and tight.

Susan grabbed his head and held it tightly against her mound. Every breath filled him with the intoxicating odor from her snatch. But his trapped prick was getting too uncomfortable for him to remain in that position.

Before he stood, he looked up at Susan's face framed between her tits. The creamy undersides of her tits looked like ripe fruit waiting to be picked. As he stood, those lively masses of flesh bounced around his head. They kissed again. Clark reached behind her and gave one big asscheek a squeeze.

Then Susan began unbuckling his belt.

"It looks desperate to get out," she said as she saw his prick jerking against his pants.

"Of course it's desperate," he said. "It wants to get into you."

As quickly as she could, Susan stripped his pants and underpants from him. Then she took the hot head of his standing cock into her hand. She loved squeezing the blood out of it, then feeling it swell again as she eased her grip.

They began tongue wrestling again as Susan played with the cock. She ran her fingers along the veiny shaft to its base. Then she scooped up his low-slung balls and held them gently.

"You have a wonderful touch," Clark breathed into her mouth.

He began moving her toward the bed. Still kissing and grabbing at each other, they lay down. Their hands worked eagerly over each other's body. Clark played with her tits, and Susan held his balls and prick.

"You know what I've really missed?" Clark asked. "One of your fabulous blow-jobs."

"Good, because I've missed the taste of your cock," Susan said.

She started immediately down his body. On the way, she fluttered her tongue over his nipples and licked his belly. Clark folded a pillow under his head so he could watch.

He saw Susan's tongue flashing as she licked him. When she was curled up between his legs, in sucking position, her tits rested on one of his thighs.

Before taking his cock into her mouth, she wanted to make sure he was going wild for it. Holding the shaft in both hands, she moved the loose skin slowly up and down a few times. Then she rubbed the head over her cheek lovingly. Finally, she could tell by the powerful jerks that the prick was throbbing with cum.

But she didn't stick it into her mouth yet. First she licked it like a popsicle. Her soft tongue wiped over the taut skin of the head. And with each lick, the cock twitched. She traced the high ridge around the head with her tongue. Then she opened wide and took the fat cock knob into her mouth.

When Clark saw the tip of his prick disappear into her mouth and felt the heat and wetness grip it, he let out a long sigh.

"Susan, baby, that's beautiful," he said.

Her eyes smiled as she looked up at him. Her lips were stretched around the fat prick, but they seemed to be smiling too.

Clark felt her tongue slithering around beneath the sensitive underside of his prick head. Then she pressed her face down, forcing the cock deeper into her mouth. He could feel it push the back of her throat.