Brian Laver - Mother_s young lover

"A-a-a-a-e-e-e!" she screamed.

When she lay still, she felt her sister pull the wax cock from her.

"Now do me," Pat said, handing the candle to Susan.

Still trembling, she took the candle. It glowed with the juice her cunt had coated it with. She hoped she could do as good a job as her sister had.

Pat got into position. When Pat was sitting as she had been when Susan walked in on her, Susan reclined beside her outstretched legs. Pat put the fingers of both hands on her pussy and spread the lips. Now Susan could see her inner-lips and the entrance to her tunnel.

She was afraid of hurting Pat, but when she found how easily the candle entered her cunt she didn't worry. Watching with kinky pleasure, she saw the long, white shaft disappear. Then, just as her sister had, she pumped that candle back and forth.

A few times, Susan's fingers bumped into her sister's cunt. She thrilled at the touch of Pat's hairy mound and wished she could get rid of the candle and stick her fingers in that dark pit. But she didn't tell Pat that.

Pat began moaning softly. As Susan kept the candle moving, her sister reached down and stuck her finger into the top of her slot. Putting a finger tip on her clit, she massaged it while the candle fucked her. Susan noticed that her sister rubbed her clit in exactly the same way as Susan rubbed her own.

Before long, Pat was wailing loudly and writhing desperately. Susan was having a lot of fun fucking her sister with the candle. When Pat came, Susan was very proud of herself.

Susan never did get a chance to stick her finger up her sister's pussy, but they had many sessions with that candle. Sometimes Susan would stick the candle in her mouth, sucking her sister's love juice from it, when Pat wasn't watching.

Now, as she stood in the closet watching her sister in the tub, she felt that old desire to stick her finger up that cunt. Her lesbian hunger surprised her. She had never had a lesbian affair, but she heard that Pat had. Susan wished she had had a fling with another chick. Now it was probably too late.

But it wasn't too late to take advantage of the scene she was watching. She loosened her slacks and stuck her hand down over her pussy. The hair was soaked. That wasn't surprising, she thought, as she realized how much her memories had excited her.

She rubbed her clit in the old circular motion that she and Pat had in common. Just as Pat scrubbed her cunt with the bar of soap, Susan came.

By the time Susan had finished hanging up Pat's things, Pat came into the room.

"Oh, that bath felt good," she said. "Now all I need is a good night's sleep."

Susan felt uncomfortable with her sister after peeking at her and jerking off. Still, she couldn't leave her. She watched her get ready for bed, making small talk. When Pat was tucked in, Susan went to the bed and sat down.

"Remember how we used to stick a candle up each other's cunts?" Susan asked.

Pat laughed and blushed.

"What ever made you think of that?" she asked. "Oh, I don't know," Susan said. "I was just reminiscing I guess."

Neither of them had mentioned those girlish practices in years. Susan suddenly felt foolish.

"Good night," she said, kissing Pat on the cheek.

When she left the bedroom, Susan was shivering. She couldn't ignore her desires. The reason she had asked Pat if she remembered the fun with the candle was that she wanted to do it again. She had to laugh at herself, but she knew it wasn't funny.

Susan turned on the television. She was too confused to read, and if she went to bed she would be overcome with lesbian longing. As she watched an old movie, though, she couldn't keep her hands off herself.

She slowly rubbed herself off to another orgasm. When she finally went to bed, she thought she would fall asleep right away. Her lust had exhausted her. But she lay awake with her tits in her hands.

Ben would have gotten home earlier that evening, but he killed time walking all over Manhattan. It would be easiest to put off a confrontation with his mother if he came home real late. He had tried to stay at school, but being there all weekend was just too boring to bear.

He knew he was risking expulsion, but he didn't care. He would rather stay home and go to day school anyhow. Besides, after fucking that whore the week before, he was anxious for another fuck.

As he opened the front door of the apartment, he hoped his mother would be asleep. The place was dark and quiet. Ben breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't even have to see his mother until the next day.

He crept to his room as quietly as he could. In the dark, he didn't notice the suitcases. Rather than chance waking his mother, he decided to crawl right into bed. He pulled off his clothes in the dark.

When he got into bed, he had a big surprise. The warm body he bumped into stirred and he jumped out of the bed in fright.

"Ben?" a woman's voice asked. "Is that you?"

"Aunt Pat?" he asked.

He had recognized her voice, and now that his eyes were accustomed to the dark he could see her. Then he realized that she could see him, too. He covered his crotch with his hands.

"I thought you were at school," Pat said. "What are you doing home?"

The woman had gotten up on one elbow. The blanket fell away from one tit, and Ben fastened his gaze on it. He felt his prick touch his hand as it stiffened.

"I've been coming home on weekends. I'm not supposed to, but I do anyhow," he said.

"Come get under the covers with me," Pat said.

"I want to talk to you."

Being in bed with his naked aunt sounded like a great idea. But he didn't want her to see his hard-on. Keeping his hands over his prick, he went to the bed and climbed in. It was a double bed, and Pat moved to the far side. Ben was excited by the heat of her body on his skin, though.

"I'm sorry I've taken over your bed," Pat said. "I didn't know you would be here. What do you think your mother would say if we shared it?"

It was a pretty weird thought, Ben realized. He would love to spend the night in bed with her, even though he never would have guessed he could touch her.

"I don't know," Ben said.

"Well, she would probably think I was a bad influence for you."

"I could go sleep on the couch," Ben offered.

"Yeah, maybe you'd better. But stay here for a while," she said.

Ben could still see her tit. He couldn't take his eyes off it. He knew that Pat must know he was looking at it. Was it possible that she was offering herself to him?

Ben couldn't think of a thing to say. He was too preoccupied by the bare tit a few feet away from him.

"Do you like me, Ben?" she asked. "I mean as a woman?"

"Yeah, sure," Ben said. "I think you're beautiful."

"Come closer," Pat whispered.

Ben couldn't believe it. His mother always talked about Pat as though she were rather wild, but this was incredible. He slid toward her, still not believing she wanted him to touch her.

When he felt her hand on his waist, Ben almost attacked her. His prick was reaching toward her, the hot odor of her body filled his head, and his heart was pounding. But still he couldn't grab her.

Only when Pat pressed herself against him did the boy let himself respond. The points of her tits were like fingers of passion on his chest. His prick pressed against her firm tummy. She was so different from the whore he fucked the week before, he felt like this was really going to be his first fuck.

When their mouths came together, Pat's tongue immediately went into Ben's mouth. It felt like a wet snake as it twisted around his own tongue. Ben had French kissed a few girls, but none of them did it as well as this older woman.

Ben reached for the tit he had been looking at. It felt so nice as it filled his hand with pliable warmth. As he squeezed the tit, he thought about the rest of her body. It was all his it seemed.